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Offshore Job	By : dschinny Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2.1 – Of Culling and Killing (morning to afternoon day 27)
Jango felt hung over when his trusty Slave I woke him with decent beeps. It dawned outside, rain had ceased to a fine drizzle on the canopy. Thick mist hung between the spikes and over the domes of Tipoca city. He uncurled to check the chrono with an irritated grunt and vowed that tonight, they would do it in his apartment. Nomadic as he had been most of his life, he saw the advantage of a real shower, a real bed and an additional half’n’hour in the morning they could put to good use.
“Tomoe,” whispered a throaty voice in her ear. She stirred, burrowed briefly for the lost source of warmth, stretched …and reclined on the bunk with a groan. Someone was making the speeder-parking on her a habit… ‘Fett! ...uhm, Jango.’ She corrected herself and realized that she could see him clearly in the morning light filtering through the cockpit’s canopy – no good. “430 already, sleepyhead.” He informed her with a small smile and a kiss, just to watch her scramble to her feet at once and wrap herself up in that bathrobe. “Sorry, Jango, I have to go.”
Well, she was the one obsessed with ‘secrecy’ and ‘reputation’, not him. How she still managed to come out embarrassed was beyond him. His yawn barely fit behind his hand as it morphed into a grin. He guessed that it wasn’t a good moment to tease her… with the idea that as his slave, she could have stayed in his bed for two more hours - at least!
Zipping up the flight suit, he escorted her down to the freight level to make her use his rain-cape again to cover her now satisfyingly disheveled hair. He let her out through the main hatch and monitored her use the key-code on her way home. To his amazement, she had kept her wits about her long enough to memorize the 8-digit-code the first time. He could bounce her a bit harder next time in order to addle her brain properly.
Jango watched her vanish through the sliding door of the landing pad like a pale gray shadow ‘Until the next night.’ He thought and went to have a quick sonic shower on board of his ship and armor up. Then the ever vigilant commander of this facility took a stroll down the middle of the corridors. Waking Boba at 500 like usual, he shooed his son into the bathroom without ado and used the remaining time to fall-in to gather an overview of today’s tasks. They saw Tomoe again, back to her orderly appearance as she went to perform their morning physical training like everybody else.
The only one who wasn’t performing as usual at calisthenics was Priest. Apparently, Reau had taken her mission seriously. When his helmet came off at breakfast, his face sported two satisfyingly fresh bruises. Tomoe had staked a box underneath the table and followed Jango’s gaze unobtrusively to the man in red armor who wasn’t in the center of others’ attention for once. Dred’s shoulders seemed to be really cramped ...but at the same time, he was in really good mood?! Like he had a private laugh at something or somebody?
Joining Kal’s Arca-Company for the fore-noon exercises, Tomoe wasn’t surprised that her results in the shooting range were best with the late Tsunaike hair’s side arm. The downside was that the trigger was modified in a way it could be dangerous without a holster. She just put it back into the box and tried to immerse herself into studies at the side line of Arca’s hand-to-hand training. The clones were working at full rigor. She had partaken at many training-sessions, but it was a different thing entirely to concentrate while her son was smacked around by some heavier Null displaying zero social graces... Not to mention the constant thuds riled her.
Jango insisted that Boba took part in those lessons and she couldn’t question that, especially not at lunch in the mess hall. Hopefully, they would go back to their fencing lessons in the afternoon, that would help to center herself as well. But first she had to check on Delta- and Lambda-squads in the infirmary and see if they needed anything med-droids couldn’t provide. She had the profound feeling that she had made a mistake when she excluded their sergeants … even before she entered, but it got far worse the moment she did…

There were two tall aliens in the medbay, immersed in a discussion about the quality of ‘units’ like the boys the the ward weren’t even sentient beings with ears. They were Kaminoans she recognized through the picture window connecting the recovery room, Boba had shown them to her among his ’Hundred most rampant intelligent species and their vital parts’. The boy would just walk in on them, but she held him back. They were both soft spoken, but what they said made Tomoe’s blood freeze, at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she had heard right or if it was just her imagination acting up with the scraps of information Pruudi and Mereel had provided.
This was ways over her head, she had to call Jango. Standing out of the strange visitor’s sight with her back to the window frame, she flipped her comlink open. He answered immediately “Please Jango, I need you in the med bay right now, there are two Kaminoans who want to ‘sort out’ Delta and Lambda-squads.” – “That would be Vau’s and Priest’s squads. Call them first.” – “But…” – “Calm yourself and don’t interfere with sergeant-squad relationships.” Fett closed the connection. Tomoe tried to open a conference call with shaking fingers, praying they would pick up soon.
Thanks creation, they picked up, by now she would rather beg and eat her insults “Please Dred, Walon, I need you to come to the medbay immediately, I’ve got an emergency with Kaminoans doing a quality control on your squads here.”
“Coming, Tom’ika” Priest appeared to be on his way. “Thanks for your invitation, little one.” Vau’s baritone drawled. “Always a pleasure to have a polite chat with with our employers.”
So far, so good. She decided to step into the room and get started with that ‘polite chat’ as Vau put it. The kids’s faces were blank in terror, she wasn’t their sarge, but they just needed anybody to stand up for them right now. Hopefully, she could keep their 'visitors' occupied before they could do any ‘sorting’ the medical way.
“Good afternoon.” She bowed courtly as the two Kaminoans turned to her on their impossibly long legs, heads swaying from side to side gently “May I introduce myself, I am Tomoe Harada, assisting Dr. Gilmar with post-operative treatment.”
“Hello Taun We,” Boba piped up beside her, “Tomoe is also my mother,” he completed introductions with the aspect most important to him. Tomoe gave him a doting smile. Whatever kept the Kaminoans mind off their aim to dispose of the kids in the ward was a good thing.
“Hello Boba, Welcome Ms. Harada. I am Taun We, project coordinator. I monitor the development of the rank-and-file soldiers closely, as well as the training of the special units like the two pods here. May I introduce our chief scientist Ko Sai?” her bluish skirt swayed around her hoof-like feet as she turned and extended a three fingered, nimble hand to the other Kaminoan wearing the stark black and whites of the facility.
“Greetings, Ko Sai. I’m honored to meet the persons who created all… of this, who are responsible of the facility.” Tomoe tried to keep them talking. “I’m also very curious how this ‘cloning’ is done.”
“Being a genetic engineer, Ko Sai can answer all your questions about the cloning process, she is overseeing all the biological aspects of the project and it is her responsibility to ensure that the clones are of the highest quality.”
“Thank you. From what I have seen so far, they are splendid recruits, beyond compare with any normal human boys of their age. I think they mature a lot quicker?”
“Your assumption is correct. We manage to grow them in half the time. Otherwise, it would take a third of your life-time to grow a clone army based on human DNA.” Ko Sai informed her.
“What is the aim of the project?”
“To supply the Galactic Republic with a grand army.” Taun We told her. “If you would excuse us for a moment, I’d like to investigate an aberrance in the training methods that lead to an unusual amount of drop-outs for the scheduled type of exercise.”
“The training sergeants of the two squads are on their way here. I’m sure they can help your investigation.”
“Thanks Ms. Harada, we will wait for them.” Like machines, they didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest to wait for input. “Boba said that he considers you his mother?”
“Yes, he is my adopted son.”– “Curious.” – “While humans usually have two parents, how does procreation and social interaction work with Kaminoans?” – “We are cloned according to grouped templates, each pod serves a certain purpose in our society. The pod passes on the intellectual aspects and selects the individual that becomes the template for the next generation.”
“I’m curious, what do you mean with ‘drop out’?”
“While the genotype in clones is identical, the phenotype has a certain variety. If an individual does not live up to the standards it has to be culled and replaced by the quality control.”
“You said ‘unusual’ ...would it be okay in any other type of training?”
“We do different types of exercises during the maturing process; some of them are more hazardous than others. Regular shooting range practice is not listed among the high-risk trainings. For example, full-range-exercises are a considerably higher risk.” Taun We waved her three fingered hands over the two rows of beds “I cannot see the reason yet, but those units will be obviously imperfect.”
“They are not nearly up to the spec they fulfilled to pass my last quality control,” Ko Sai testified. “As they fail to meet the expectations now, I will take them back to be processed.”
“You let them undergo five years of intensive, personalized training and then suggest sorting them out because of a few a scratches?” Tomoe let some of her true consternation seep into her voice.
“Three years.” Taun We corrected. “It would be even less economic to put three more years of work and nutrition into a product that won’t meet the final specification.”
“As a fundamental to my work, I would like to see this final specification. Seeing that you are not breeding pretty porcelain dolls, but good soldiers, therefore I believe we can still meet the specification.”
“It’s not a damage if experience shows on one’s body.” Vau strode in to second her, followed closely by Priest who… damn - wasn’t exactly up to his healthy spec today, either.
“It’s not only about the damaged product or outer appearance; the performance in the exercise and several others was listed with zero points.”
Priest stepped beside Vau “That’s only because they did not partake.”
“The monthly average won’t fulfill the spec, even if their chore became a 100% from now on.” Taun We had the numbers on her pad. “I have to be fair to everybody.”
“Can’t they catch up with the exercises later in their free time?” Tomoe proposed.
“Which time do you mean?”
“Isn’t there time when they do not exercise?”
“Eating and sleeping hours are at an economic minimum already.”
“A certain amount of stress is required to mature the phenotype in the modification the RC-spec requires.” Vau presented his own training concept immersed in the cloner’s language. “This stress was provided by an additional fight simulation.”
“Point taken.” Ko Sai nodded and blinked.
“Who deals the points for the exercises?” Tomoe inquired.
“The system is part automated, part crew driven.”
“Seeing that Delta and Lambda squads underwent particular training the last two days, wouldn’t it be fair to assign them points for that effort? Being part of the crew, their sergeants could assist with the compilation of the data missing in your file system.”
“That would be fair.” Taun We agreed. “Please provide us the itemization.”
“Will do, Ma’am.” Priest acknowledged. He had been in charge and would hand out sufficient points for every fight the boys had gotten in.
“What about the physical damage the product has taken?”
“Do you consider me a soldier, ma’am?” Priest stood easy. The lanky Kaminoans were taller than him but he looked as immovable as a mountain, standing in front of his squat.
“Yes. Fett has enrolled you for this reason. Seeing he is the expert, we trust his judgment.”
Priest took off his helmet. “I’ve got a couple of bruises as well. I can insure you, that doesn’t make me less of a soldier. It will heal and everything will be fine.”
“You are damaged, too.” Taun We wondered.
Vau decided to second Priest for the time being “I wager all of us have scars, your cloning template, Jango Fett makes no exception to that. By being injured, Delta and Lambda won something others didn’t even think about so far.” - “What would that be?” - “I suggest you start thinking about it. Maybe you can get there even before it starts showing in your numbers.” Vau challenged the scientists.
“I will contact you with my solution.” Taun We was only briefly sidetracked before she got back to Priest “I am concerned about your performance as a trainer because your body appears to be damaged.”
Gilamar appeared in the doorway, checking on his patients. Another cloned kid peeked inside from behind him.
“It’s just the superficial coloring, Ma’am.” Priest said and would have shrugged his shoulders if that wasn’t hurting as badly.
“Your movement appears to be clumsier than usual for your species, as well.” Ko Sai pointed out.
“Fixing that won’t even take me a surgery.” Tomoe stepped in. If Priest wasn’t considered to be a fit crewmember to hand out the extra points, Delta and Lambda would be right back in the line of ‘quality control’.
Ko Sai looked down on her “You mentioned that you are Sergeant’s Gilamars medical assistant.” …and she was the authority on medical issues in Tipoca, able to engineer humans according to her specifications. When she didn’t know how to fix the problem yet, how could a lesser being?
“Yes. What I do is a little maintenance called ‘physiotherapy’. I can fix Sergeant Priest movement with the mere touch of my hands.”
“Curious.” Kaminoans avoided touching even each other. The mere idea of touch having healing properties was exotic to them.
The outlook on a backrub - especially by a pretty girl - made Dred a happy camper. “I’m sure she can.” He said with a lopsided grin at Tomoe. If she couldn’t tackle the problem, tackling her would warm them up nicely. There was gossip that she hadn’t moved in with Fett since her return, apparently she was still missing something in this cold, forsaken washhouse.
Even though Ko Sai appeared mildly interested, Tomoe couldn’t get herself to massage Priest in the relative privacy of the infirmary. The guy had a temper and Gilamar would find pressing business elsewhere if things got heated. That Vau would probably lurk around somewhere again didn’t ease her mind. No. If Jango had made Priest suffer, he deserved it a little while longer.
“After dinner...” Boba tugged on her sleeve and looked up at her accusingly “Make that 2040 in the sergeants training room. Bring a towel.” Tomoe put out to Dred. There would be enough witnesses around in such a public place. She saw Priest flinch with apprehension when something crossed his mind. “You won’t need to strip past the flight suit,” she reassured him and he accepted.
“We are looking forwards to see the results of your particular exercises as well as this ‘physiotherapy’ when Sergeant Priest reports to me personally, tomorrow 1900.” Taun We concluded and Dr. Gilamar took them outside to go over the medical files with them.
Priest and Vau stayed to let their squads report to them. Tomorrow, they would be back in their ranks. Tomoe stood back and watched how the routine calmed the boys better than any explanation she could have offered them. She couldn’t put things right for them. Her help with the flash training material had been useful, otherwise she wasn’t needed.
Tomoe excused herself and Boba to go for their fencing training. There at least she knew what she was doing.
“See, all talked out at the minute.” Vau drawled as he escorted Priest out, “And don’t even think about giving your squad more points than mine.”

ARC-02 (Spar) stayed in the background. His commanding officer had linked their HUDs and send him up to the med bay with the order to watch Ms. Harada until she left the med bay. At the meantime, Fett continued to run the exercises of his ARC-Company like nothing happened.
Spar listened in silence. He had been trained to make a difference with weapons, but when he became aware that the sergeants and Harada where defending those two squads in the ward with mere words, an all new understanding bloomed in him. Words could be powerful. He didn’t know the reason, but somehow the Kaminoans listened to their voices while they didn’t seem to notice clones in that way.
He wanted… no, he needed to have a voice that could be heard as well.
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Chapter 2.1 – Of Culling and Killing (morning to afternoon day 27)