Dec. 17th, 2025

mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes ||  

“It’s making a noble sacrifice,” Jusik said, suddenly right behind them. He smiled and murmured dirt-crate to himself as if it amused him.
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Niner wondered if Atin ever talked about anything but gear. His squad must have been a miserable bunch, with a miserable instructor. Clones might have looked utterly standardized to outsiders, but every squad was altered slightly by the cumulative effects of its experiences, including the influences of the individual trainers. Every commando battalion had its own nonclone instructor, and seemed to take on some of his—or her—unique characteristics and vocabulary.

We learn, Niner thought. We learn fast, and unfortunately we learn everything. Like dirt-crate.

Every squad developed its own dynamics, as well. It was part of their hardwired human biology. Put four men in a group, and soon you’d have a pecking order defined by the roles and foibles that accompanied them. Niner knew his, and he thought he knew Fi’s, and he was pretty sure he knew where Darman was heading. But Atin wasn’t sliding into place just yet.
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More of Niner's POV about the commando training. I think we see here a small glimpse that Niner thinks fondly of his sergeant, especially when comparing himself to Atin and Atin's own sergeant. 

Also this word of "pecking order" grabbed my attention, so I looked up in what context this is used:

::: The term of pecking order is used in relation of birds, but more commonly among social animals. Basically it is estabilishing an informal hierarchy among the group, where the birds with higher status can peck the lower one without retaliation, and lower birds has to submit themselves to pecking of the higher ones without question. 

::: In human relation: think about professional workplace relationships where you are share workspace with LOTS of people and on paper these people are on the same rank as you, because they are your colleagues but not your bosses. But eventually you start to notice that there IS an unofficial hierarchy among the group. Now most people - especially nowadays - will deny that humans have any kind of relation to animals or having animalistic behavior. But if you ever get into a open conflict with an older co-worker/co-worker with more experience/co-worker who has bigger social circle, you will clearly see your place in that non-existent hierarchy. 

::: In the prologue chapter, I mentioned my observation that Darman's Theta squad had a very loose hierarchy among them, so I assume that the rest of the Skirata squads are similiar? 

::: Fi and Niner started out bad. 

::: Darman feels reassured by Niner so far. 

::: So far Fi and Atin also incompatible. 
 

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Niner already knew he would have his work cut out with Atin and wondered if anything would trigger his natural urge to be one of the squad. He also wondered about his apparent negativity. He’ll shake down, sooner or later. He’ll have to.
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You know what I realized? That in the narrative, you can notice that humans (not just aliens) are compared to animals A LOT.  Very high functioning social animals. It's just an interesting observation.

mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Improvising, thinking on his feet, making the most of the resources at hand, were all part of operating as a commando. But so was acquiring adequate intelligence. What they had wasn’t enough to plan a mission, and that meant they would either have to acquire it in the field, or fail. Niner didn’t want to fail Padawan Jusik.
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Niner is already so invested in Jusik, omg. ._. 

mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 


 “Very well,” Jusik said, looking hesitant, as if he wanted to walk away but thought better of it. “I hope to debrief you on your return.”
Niner took that literally, although Jusik was looking at him as if it meant something else. It made sense for the Padawan commander to process whatever intel they might gain.
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In this detached state, something occurred to him. He pictured Jusik’s face and his awkward, nervous shrugs. He realized what the Padawan had meant when he said he was hoping to debrief them personally on their return.
He meant Good luck. He wanted them to survive.
Niner, who had known for as long as he could remember that he was a soldier bred to die, found that intriguing.
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NINER PLEASE. AAAAAAA!!!! 
Jusik is so cute, he is so shy (or more like, unprofessional) to simply just say: I am awaiting for your safe return. 
(*/ω\)

mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

It wasn’t so much their teeth that the locals feared. It was the deadly bacteria the animals carried; a minor scratch or a bite was almost always fatal. And Master Fulier had used their entire supply of bacta spray in administering first aid to villagers, so Etain was as housebound at night as any of her hosts.

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Kast Fulier is resembling more and more to Qui-Gon Jinn, and with it someone who is more in tune with the Life Force, just like Qui-Gon. Someone who can't stay away from the earthly things, and can't avert his eyes from suffering and always doing things outside of the Order's wishes or jurisdiction. 

Maybe Kast Fulier wasn't a good master to Etain, but on grander scale, he was a good man. But more often than not, these kind of heroes with golden hearts often disregard those they already have responsibility over. 

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He was too close to the life Force when he should have been more attentive to the unifying Force. He found himself reaching out to the creatures of the present, to those living in the here and now. He had less regard for the past or the future, to the creatures that had or would occupy those times and spaces.
 
It was the life Force that bound him, that gave him heart and mind and spirit.

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace
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mamuzzy: (Atin)
|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Her eyes closed. Images of Coruscant, her clan practicing passing a ball by thought alone, a nice hot bath, food she trusted to be clean …
Then, suddenly, every fiber in her body leapt at once. Heart pounding, Etain thought at first that she’d had one of those half dreams of falling that sometimes came when she was dozing off. But now she was fully awake and knew that she hadn’t.

Something had changed. Something in the Force had been altered, and forever. She jumped to her feet, suddenly clear what it was; she needed no training or education to understand it. Every instinct coded in her genes cried out.
Something—someone—was gone from the Force.
“Master,” she said.
She had suspected he was dead. Now she knew he was, and she knew it had happened right then.
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Ignoring the ever-present gdans, she went to the barn door and swung it open. It was an act of helplessness. There was nothing she could do, now or ever.
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Putting it down to grief and lack of sleep, Etain stumbled back inside and barred the door.
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I forgot since why they weren't searched for Fulier, but ok, now I got it. Etain felt his passing in the Force. Poor girl. 
We can just guess according to the chapter starting, but I think Ghez Hokan tortured him to death. 
Or maybe... giving him a mercy-kill for being a worthy-hunt? 
AAAAAA!!!!! SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!!! 

 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

“AA, Sarge?”
“Birdstrike,” Niner said, deceptively quiet. “Atmos engine’s fried.”
(...)
The Narsh dirt-crate hadn’t let them down. It had just succumbed to being in the wrong airspace at the wrong time, and met the local avian species the hard way. Now they were plummeting toward the kind of landing not even the latest Katarn armor could help them survive.
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THIS IS SO... XDDDD I LOVE when bullshit like this happening. They are professional, they are prepared, the disguise is okay, but what makes the operation at risk??? FUCKING BIRDS!!!! FUCKING BIRDS FLIED INTO THE ENGINE!!!! XDD
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Darman stood back to make way for Niner: he wanted to salvage as much gear as he could. They needed the repeating blasters. He grabbed some of the dismantled sections.

“Now,” Niner said. “You first.”

“We need the gear.” Darman thrust two sections at him. “Take these. I’ll—”

“I said jump.”

Darman wasn’t a rash man. None of them were. They took calculated risks, though, and he calculated that Niner wouldn’t leave him. His sergeant was standing at the open hatch, arm held out imperiously, a clear sign to get on with it and jump. No, Darman had made up his mind. He lunged forward and shoulder-charged Niner out of the hatch, grabbing the door frame just in time to stop from plunging after him. It was clear from the stream of expletives that Niner was not expecting this, nor was he happy about it. The extra pack jerked out after him on its tether. Darman heard one last profanity and then Niner was out of range.
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DARMAN TOSSED NINER OUT OF THE FALLING SHIP. 

And I just savour the image that Niner yelled Skirata-typical mando swearings at Darman. But also... Why people are saying Darman is boring? Darman is a MENACE. By military standards. This is their first mission together and Darman already disobeyed Niner's order (bro has to reconfigure that pecking order now in his head... LMAO PECKING ORDER!!!! BIRDS!!!! :DDDD), and pushed him out off the ship mid-air so he can save the cargo. Darman is everything but boring.

But this another quote about I find interesting. He saved the weapons but left the R5 in the ship. 

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Darman realized he had thought nothing of leaving the R5 on board the stricken utility. It was expendable.
And that was how he was seen, he supposed. It was surprisingly easy to think that way.
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I think this is a good example of unchallenged mindsets. Darman thinks he is expandable and he thinks the same about everyone else who is in the service of the Republic. How fucked up is that? 


(and with this entry I finished chapter 3!!!! WOHOOOO! No fandom rant this time, I'm too tired. :D) 
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