aphorisnt:

Ok, here’s part 6 in the series of the continuation of the series PadawanBen. It’s another baby chapter, about 600 words, but it’s kind of it’s own thing so I’m posting it now. Again, so long as I get it done in time, the next installment will be up tomorrow.

My continued undying love and appreciation for @swpromptsandasks, without her starting this AU this continuation I’m working on wouldn’t even exist, so I literally could not have done this without her amazing writing skills!!

(Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5)

Sedated and breathing shallowly,
but still very much alive, Tup lay on the medical bed, sporting a bacta patch
on the side of his head.

“So this chip is the cause of
Tup’s behavior?” Qui-Gon asked.

Upon arriving at Kamino Nala Se
had conducted a series of tests on Tup, absolutely certain a virus was to blame
for his sometimes catatonic-like state as well as his lashing out at Qui-Gon on
the transport. None of her tests revealed anything, however, so while she was
distracted speaking with the Prime Minister and Shaak Ti was conferring with
the Jedi Council, Qui-Gon had convinced the AZ-3 to perform the level 5 atomic
brain scan the med droid had originally suggested. That scan had revealed some
kind of chip embedded in Tup’s brain.

“I cannot say for sure,” AZ-3
replied. “There could be another cause but it is true this organic chip was
planted within him and it appears to have degraded which could have caused some
sort of malfunction.

“Are these chips in all of the
troopers?” he questioned further.

“That I cannot say for sure
either. The Kaminoan geneticists have implanted chips in clones in the past,
usually as a means of allowing buyers to control their product in some way, but
you would need to ask Nala Se for more information.”

“Wait,” Fives broke in. “What do
you mean controlling the product?”

“Many individuals or nations that
commission clones intend to use them as a labor force,” AZ-3 said. “Inhibitor
chips give those who commission them some degree of control, usually the ability
to limit certain behaviors and enforce others or to ensure cloned workers
perform specific tasks.”

“So you’re saying these chips
could be used to control us? To turn us into slaves!?” Fives nearly shouted.

“Hold on Fives,” Rex said, placing
a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. AZ-3,” he
said, turning to the med droid, “is there anything you can tell us about the
specific chips in our heads? Anything about what they do or what they might be
used for?”

“Unfortunately, I do not have that
information. Again, you would need to ask Nala Se as she would have access to
the records that would indicated the purpose of your specific inhibitor chips.”

“Well that’s just great,” Fives
groaned. “We know she’s not gonna tell us anything. Kriff, she didn’t even want
to do that scan on Tup. I think she’s hiding something.”

“I agree,” said Qui-Gon, stepping
forward. “I sense that not everything is as it seems…AZ-3, you said there’s
information on what the chips could be used for somewhere in this facility, yes?”

“That is correct, Master Jinn.”

“Good. Then it looks like I have
some investigating to do. In the mean time, you two stay here and keep an eye
on Tup. Do not leave him alone and comm me if Nala Se or anyone else comes in.
I won’t let her dissect Tup like some kind of lab specimen.

“Thank you, sir, and we’ll hold
the fort here,” Rex said.

“Good. I’ll let you know what I
find.”

As soon as Qui-Gon left, Fives
turned to Rex.

“Sir, you’re not gonna let them
keep these chips in us, are you?”

“Not a chance, Fives,” he replied.
“AZ-3, can you perform the same procedure on us that you did on Tup?”

“Of course, but I have not been
authorized–“

“Well I’m authorizing it,” Rex
interrupted. “Get these karking things out of our heads.”

“All right then. If one of you
will follow me to the operating room next door?”

“I’ll go first,” Fives offered.

“Ok, and I’ll keep an eye on Tup
while you’re out.”

Fives turned and followed AZ-3 out
the door, ready for surgery.

aphorisnt:

Ok, here’s part 6 in the series of the continuation of the series PadawanBen. It’s another baby chapter, about 600 words, but it’s kind of it’s own thing so I’m posting it now. Again, so long as I get it done in time, the next installment will be up tomorrow.

My continued undying love and appreciation for @swpromptsandasks, without her starting this AU this continuation I’m working on wouldn’t even exist, so I literally could not have done this without her amazing writing skills!!

(Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5)

Sedated and breathing shallowly,
but still very much alive, Tup lay on the medical bed, sporting a bacta patch
on the side of his head.

“So this chip is the cause of
Tup’s behavior?” Qui-Gon asked.

Upon arriving at Kamino Nala Se
had conducted a series of tests on Tup, absolutely certain a virus was to blame
for his sometimes catatonic-like state as well as his lashing out at Qui-Gon on
the transport. None of her tests revealed anything, however, so while she was
distracted speaking with the Prime Minister and Shaak Ti was conferring with
the Jedi Council, Qui-Gon had convinced the AZ-3 to perform the level 5 atomic
brain scan the med droid had originally suggested. That scan had revealed some
kind of chip embedded in Tup’s brain.

“I cannot say for sure,” AZ-3
replied. “There could be another cause but it is true this organic chip was
planted within him and it appears to have degraded which could have caused some
sort of malfunction.

“Are these chips in all of the
troopers?” he questioned further.

“That I cannot say for sure
either. The Kaminoan geneticists have implanted chips in clones in the past,
usually as a means of allowing buyers to control their product in some way, but
you would need to ask Nala Se for more information.”

“Wait,” Fives broke in. “What do
you mean controlling the product?”

“Many individuals or nations that
commission clones intend to use them as a labor force,” AZ-3 said. “Inhibitor
chips give those who commission them some degree of control, usually the ability
to limit certain behaviors and enforce others or to ensure cloned workers
perform specific tasks.”

“So you’re saying these chips
could be used to control us? To turn us into slaves!?” Fives nearly shouted.

“Hold on Fives,” Rex said, placing
a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. AZ-3,” he
said, turning to the med droid, “is there anything you can tell us about the
specific chips in our heads? Anything about what they do or what they might be
used for?”

“Unfortunately, I do not have that
information. Again, you would need to ask Nala Se as she would have access to
the records that would indicated the purpose of your specific inhibitor chips.”

“Well that’s just great,” Fives
groaned. “We know she’s not gonna tell us anything. Kriff, she didn’t even want
to do that scan on Tup. I think she’s hiding something.”

“I agree,” said Qui-Gon, stepping
forward. “I sense that not everything is as it seems…AZ-3, you said there’s
information on what the chips could be used for somewhere in this facility, yes?”

“That is correct, Master Jinn.”

“Good. Then it looks like I have
some investigating to do. In the mean time, you two stay here and keep an eye
on Tup. Do not leave him alone and comm me if Nala Se or anyone else comes in.
I won’t let her dissect Tup like some kind of lab specimen.

“Thank you, sir, and we’ll hold
the fort here,” Rex said.

“Good. I’ll let you know what I
find.”

As soon as Qui-Gon left, Fives
turned to Rex.

“Sir, you’re not gonna let them
keep these chips in us, are you?”

“Not a chance, Fives,” he replied.
“AZ-3, can you perform the same procedure on us that you did on Tup?”

“Of course, but I have not been
authorized–“

“Well I’m authorizing it,” Rex
interrupted. “Get these karking things out of our heads.”

“All right then. If one of you
will follow me to the operating room next door?”

“I’ll go first,” Fives offered.

“Ok, and I’ll keep an eye on Tup
while you’re out.”

Fives turned and followed AZ-3 out
the door, ready for surgery.