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


It’s okay to be scared.
It’s okay to be scared as long as you …
… as long as you use it.
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This scene was where the Weeqays almost found Darman but I especially love how Sergeant Skirata is HERE with the commandos yet again.


And I instantly thought about this scene where Kal taught the Nulls about fear and adrenaline: 

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“Are you scared?” asked Skirata.

“Yes, Kal,” said Ordo. “Is that wrong?”

“No, son. Not at all.” It was as good a time to teach them as any. No lesson would ever be wasted on them. “Being afraid is okay. It's your body's way of getting you ready to defend yourself, and all you have to do is use it and not let it use you. Do you understand that?”

“No,” Ordo said.

“Okay, think about being scared. What's it like?”

Ordo defocused slightly as if he were looking at something on a HUD he didn't have. “Cold.”

“Cold?”

A'den and Kom'rk chimed in. “And spiky.”

“Okay … okay.” Skirata tried to imagine what they meant. Ah. They were describing the feeling of adrenaline flooding their bodies. “That's fine. You just have to remember that it's your alarm system, and you need to take notice of it.” They were the same age as city kids on Coruscant who struggled to scrawl crude letters on flimsi. And here he was, teaching them battle psychology. His mouth felt oddly dry. “So you tell yourself, okay, I can handle this. My body's now ready to run faster and fight harder, and I'll be seeing and hearing only the most important things I need to know to stay alive.”
(Triple Zero, Chapter 1)
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mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 



He still wasn’t sure of his position, either. There was no GPS network he could use without being picked up. He needed to get out and about and do a recce if he was going to have any chance of aligning landscape features with the holochart.
He knew he was facing north: the arc of small stones around a thin branch he’d stuck in the soil charted the sun’s progress, and gave him his east–west line. If his datapad had calculated speed and distance correctly, he was between forty and fifty klicks northeast of the first RV point.

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Niner took out his datapad and calculated his position. There was no GPS he could lock in to without the Neimoidians detecting him, but he could at least use dead reckoning based on the sprayer’s last position, matching features on the landscape to his chart. It was old-fashioned soldiering. He liked it. He had to be able to do the business when the tech wasn’t there, even if that meant using nothing but a Trandoshan blade.
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Comparing Darman and Niner's way to navigate through the wildernes with traditional ways. :3 Why do I find this so incredibly sexy??? 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

He hit something very, very hard in the air. Then he hit the ground and didn’t feel anything at all.
(End of Chapter 3)

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Darman knew it was risky moving around by day, and the fact that his right leg seemed to scream every time he put his weight on it didn’t help matters.
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Darman eased himself over on his back, removed his leg plates, and unsealed his undersuit at the knee. It felt as if he’d torn a muscle or a tendon above the joint. He soaked the makeshift bandage with bacta again and replaced the legging and plates before rolling back into position.
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Details about Darman's injuries. 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 


At least the little animals that had swarmed over him in the night had disappeared. He’d given up trying to fend them off. They had explored his armor for a while and then moved on to watch him from distance. Now that it was daylight, there were no more glittering eyes staring out from the undergrowth.
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I honestly want Darman being swarmed by the gdans this fucking terrifying experience, your honour. 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

“Why do you think it’s my lot?” she asked.
“Obvious,” Birhan said sourly. “I seen loads of speeders and freighters and sprayers come down hard. They don’t leave craters. They falls apart and burns, yes, but they don’t blow up half the countryside. This is off-planet. It’s soldiers.” He kicked around some of the charred and blackened stalks. “Can’t you have your fight on someone else’s planet? Don’t you think I got enough problems?”
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Darman realized he had thought nothing of leaving the R5 on board the stricken utility. It was expendable.
(Chapter 3)


--

It was a plate from an R5 astromech droid—a plate with Republic markings.
They’re coming.
Whoever they were, she hoped they’d made it alive.
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Birhan doesn't quite appreciate the fact that the dirt-crate crashed on his land, and Etain is already considering leaving before the farmer actually turns her over to Ghez Hokan's men in exchange for financial compensation for the damage he suffered. By the way, Darman, that's why you also take your droid companions into account, especially if they wear Republic markings!

I am in sour mood today, so all I can think about the repcomm antis being, "why everyone is so anti-jedi and anti-republic in these books".
Maybe stop treating the Grand Army of the Republic as a savior army and ultimate stop treating the Republic as the epitome of perfection. No, I mean, I see clone fandom being like: REPUBLIC IS BADDDDDD, but when it's actually depicted bad, then suddenly everyone doing the suprised pikachu face. 

But I did a post about Qiilura being neutral before
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

One of my favorite joke in RepComm is how the Omega Squad is having a one-sided beef with the procurement regarding armor colors and overall how the Omega Squad is acquiring their full black armor. Especially love how Niner is fussing internally about the assholes in the procurement, that they didn't think about this this, but then he thinks OK OK OK, bashing the superiors is OFF-LIMITS, THOUGHT-CRIME, ORDERS ARE ORDERS. 

And then they reunite with Fi and Atin and apparently they had the same exact thought regarding their armors. :DDD 

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Qiilura’s moon was in its new phase, and he was grateful for that. In his light gray armor, he would have stood out like a beacon. Hadn’t the top brass thought of that, either? He stifled the uncharacteristically critical opinion about his superiors and decided there had to be something he didn’t know but they did. He had his orders.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Fi’s armor was no longer pristine, either. Niner wasn’t sure what he’d smeared over it, but it disrupted his outline well enough. The thought had obviously occurred to all of them. Atin was daubed with something dark and matte as well.
“Shape, shine, shadow, silhouette, smell, sound, and movement,” Niner said, repeating the rules of basic camouflage. If it hadn’t been for Darman’s absence, he would have found the situation funny. He tried. “Shame they couldn’t find something beginning with S to complete the set.”
“I could,” Atin said.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

ATIN XDDDDD SAY SHIT ATIN!!!! XD I think the reason the book didn't actually get 18+ rating, because the characters didn't swear in English. :D 

(first I had no idea what's that last S word supposed to mean because my autistic brain was focused on the word movement, but then friend englightened me on tumblr :D) 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 


He started tabbing, trying to make ten klicks an hour, avoiding tracks and open ground. In the end he had to drag the extra pack behind him on straps like a sled. Tactical advance into battle—tabbing, as Skirata called it—meant walking at six to ten klicks an hour with a twenty-five-kilo pack. “But that’s for ordinary men,” the instructor would say, as if nonclones were subhuman. “You are clone commandos. You will do better because you are better.”
Niner was lugging nearly three times that load now. He didn’t feel better at all right then. He decided to add a portable repulsorlift to his new list of gear to request upon return.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Another reminiscence scene of Sergeant Skirata from Niner, which gives more insight into in what spirit the commandos were trained. And they were indeed trained with exceptionalism in mind. 

I did a post before about the Commando Training and how the commandos were spoon-fed by the propaganda that they are exceptional and superior than normal human beings. 

But also we can see how the propaganda and reality is starting to clash. Just like Darman had a slight disturbing realization that the Jedi are MAYBE mortals, I wonder maybe Niner is also having his own doubts that the Commandos are also not invincible and he can't live in denial? 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Niner took out his datapad and calculated his position. There was no GPS he could lock in to without the Neimoidians detecting him, but he could at least use dead reckoning based on the sprayer’s last position, matching features on the landscape to his chart. It was old-fashioned soldiering. He liked it. He had to be able to do the business when the tech wasn’t there, even if that meant using nothing but a Trandoshan blade.

If you stab someone in the heart, they can still run. I once saw a man run a hundred meters like that, screaming as well. Go for the neck, like this. Sergeant Skirata had taught them a lot about knives. Put a bit of weight behind it, son.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRATA SKIRAT-

Murder Papa teaching his little murderlings how to kill. 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

The Gdans were mentioned in the previous chapter, the little rodents resting underground in their tunnels during the the day, but at night they come out of their burrows to hunt, and in large numbers they are dangerous and spread germs, and now Niner also runs into them. I especially liked how this part was written in the Hungarian translation, mostly because how chill the way Niner handled a little rodents nibbling on his boots. :D Niner be like like: OK. 

I remember reading this part first time and I cackled so hard. 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

All but one of the gdans gave him up as inedible within a minute and disappeared into the waist-high crop. The remaining creature worried away at his left boot, a tribute to its tenacity, if not its intelligence. Those boots were specced to withstand every assault from hard vacuum to acid and molten metal. The little animal clearly believed in aiming high.

Darman would have found it fascinating, he was sure.

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


· · ────── Niner doesn't have time for grief  ────── · ·
 
The previous chapter ended with Darman disobeying Niner's order to jump out of the dirt-crate, but not only that: Darman pushed Niner straight out of the ship so that he could pick up the equipments in peace. We see the first section of this chapter from Niner's point of view, but in this entry, what I want to highlight the most is how Niner experiences the perceived or possibly real loss of Darman. First of all: fast. Niner is a professional and knows that he has to move on, he can't stop mourning.
 
In the first chapter, we got to know the kind of grief where the emotions got the best of them (Darman threatening the duros, Niner being hostile to Fi) and bear the whites of their teeth, but this is the situation where Niner has to get over the thought of possibly losing his comrade, otherwise he will fall apart and considering that he is in charge of this squad, this is something he cannot afford to do right now. 
 
He started with the responsibility shifting, although this wasn't a situation where either of them were truly responsible. Niner wanted to get his men safety FIRST and trusted Darman that he will obey. But Darman didn't trust Niner that he will let him get the explosives. 
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
Even though he knew it was coming, his heart sank. Darman probably hadn’t made it. He’d disobeyed his order. He hadn’t jumped when he told him to.

So maybe you’ve lost a brother. Maybe not. Either way, you’ll lose two more if you don’t get your act together fast.
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
· · ────── Niner tries to distract himself from the loss ────── · ·
 
Based on the chapter, I have the impression that Niner likes to huff-and-puff to himself. Simply because he likes to organize things, he likes to have order around him, but despite this, if things don't go as they should, he doesn't panic. Then comes the reorganizing, rearranging, coming up with new plans. And if he is busy with problems of this magnitude of the present, he doesn't think about falling apart from problems he can't solve. After Geonosis, he was busy with his equipment, and we can see that he is immediately reaching for practical and solvable things that he has control over now as well. Instead of sinking into self-blame for what happened, he starts "shittalking" about the procurement for giving them white armor. He begins to think about what equipment to bring with them on other missions in the future. He thinks about his training sergeant, Skirata. Everything, but Darman. 
 
But when the Gdans come out, all he can think about is that Darman would surely find these little creatures intriguing. And not only that. Overall, Niner thought of Darman as a possible good comrade, even though they had never worked together. He liked him.
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
It was a pity to lose him. He had all the makings of a good comrade.
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
· · ────── Bitter Reunion with the squad ────── · ·
 
What immediately caught my attention about Omega Squad is that they have a hard time functioning with each other in the beginning. Their dynamic in Hard Contact is that those distant colleagues who have been assigned to each other but do not like each other, because they are not their old usual squad, and they do not know how to cope with this situation, but they try to keep each other and themselves alive. They need to learn to adjust to each other. And this leads to a lot of clashes.
 
Niner already had a dislike for Atin in the previous chapter, but this is now starting to really come to its peak when it comes to Darman and his missing. I was very struck by the part where Niner felt - as so he put it - that he was explaining to the others about what had happened. They are all survivors of a team, Niner loses someone for the third time and feels responsible, but at the same time he wants to assure the others that it was not his fault.
 
However, there is also a bit of a dissonance here. Because he doesn't get the reactions from his comrades that he expects. Atin is not angry with him. Atin is apparently (seemingly?) not interested in Darman, and Niner is perhaps even more upset about this than if Atin had actually started blaming him. Why is he alone with this sorrow? Why is equipment more important than the life of your comrade? Why was it more important to Darman?
 
We, the readers, don't see what's going on in Atin, but we can see that Niner is angry with him, and even Fi is upset because Atin is so pragmatic. 
 
Niner gives out the order that they will proceed according to a standard procedure: they will go through the designated meeting points towards the target, which are designed in case they have separated for some reason, but cannot reach each other over the comms.
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
“I saw the blast. He was last off.”

“You saw him jump, then.”

“No. He was grabbing as much gear and ordnance as he could salvage.” Niner felt he needed to explain.

“He shoved me out the hatch first. I shouldn’t have let that happen. But I didn’t abandon him.”

Atin shrugged. “So what have we got, then?”

“We’ve got a brother missing.”

“I meant by way of resources. He had most of the demolition ordnance.”

“I know you meant that, and I don’t want to hear it.” If he could feel concern—even sorrow—for Darman, then why couldn’t Atin? But it was no time to start a fight. They had to stick together now. A four-man mission with three men: their chances of succeeding had plummeted already. “We’re a squad now. Get used to it.”
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
“You’d want us to search if it was you missing,” Fi said to Atin. “He can’t call in. Not at this range. Too risky.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to compromise the mission for me,” Atin said, distinctly acid.

“He’s alone, for fierfek’s sake. Alone.”
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
“But there has to be a point where we consider him dead.”

“Without a body, that’ll be when Geonosis freezes over,” Niner said, still angry and not knowing why. “Until then, we’re going to sweat our guts out to find him, provided it doesn’t blow the mission.
(...)
If Darman was out there, Niner wasn’t planning on abandoning him.
 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Yeah, I know I should write some kind of conclusion but overall I am just a mad scientist watching blorbos doing stuff behind a glass wall and taking notes. I find their emotional reactions fascinating. 

I love everything about this. Niner's grief and anger and how the it was Darman's fault turns into Darman simply cannot be dead until they find him. I love this fiery sergeant. It really reminds me of a certain another sergeant. :3
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

I'm still experimenting with what would be the right way to write about the chapters, because it's quite inconsistent the length and quality of the entries I publish. Now I write more and more in my own language, and I translate those thoughts into English, but when I get carried away by a scene and I want to share it very quickly, then I return back to good old rawdogging otherwise the world will collapse. :D

In any case, my pace is much better now, I have arrived at the fourth chapter, and the opening quote this time is from a Kaminoan scientist. Needless to say, they don't have a very good opinion of the human species and they tried to create a perfect, improved copy of humans that is free of flaws. This will have a lot more of significance in the second book, Triple Zero, especially in terms of why they didn't succeed in the first time:

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

This is the true art of genetic selection and manipulation. A human is naturally a learning creature, but it is also violent, selfish, lustful, and undisciplined. So we must walk the knife-edge between suppressing the factors that lead to disobedience and destroying that prized capacity for applying intelligence and aggression.

—Hali Ke, senior research geneticist of Kamino

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