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

I’m my father’s son, though. I’m a warrior. Hokan wondered if all cultures separated from their heritage were unable to move on, doomed to relive old glories. I’d rather be fighting a worthy opponent than terrorizing farmers who haven’t got the guts to stand up for themselves.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Cue to Canderous Ordo from BBY 3000 yelling at Mandalorian raiders: YOU ARE DISGRACE, YOU SHOULD BE OUT THERE BURNING GALAXIES, NOT FARMS!!!! 

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

“Then get out on the route they were patrolling and see what you can find.” Hokan reached across his desk and took out the electroshocker. It was only an agricultural instrument for herding, but it worked fine on most nonanimal species. Guta-Nay eyed it cautiously. “This is why I disapprove of undisciplined acts like thieving and drinking. When I need to be certain of someone’s whereabouts, I can’t be. When I need resources, they’re already committed. When I need competence, my staff is … distracted.” He pushed the shocker up into the Weequay’s armpit. “There is a Republic presence here. We don’t know the size of the force, but we do have a speeder down and a large black crater at Imbraani. The more data I have, the more I can assess the size of the threat and deal with it. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

Hokan lowered the shocker and the Weequay shot out the door, his enthusiasm for his career refreshed. Hokan prided himself on motivational skills.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

HOOOOoooooOLY SHI-

DAMN. 

This guy is just. THE VILLAIN. This continous classic monologuing with badass lines and sadistic tendencies and scaring the living shit out of his subordinates.  Sir, please electroshock my cock, sir!!! 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Guta-Nay, no doubt recalling what Hokan had done to him when he chased that farm girl, moved his lips soundlessly. Then his voice managed to surface above his fear. “I never seen, sir, not at all, not since yesterday. I swear.”

“I chose you as my right-hand …  man because you could very nearly express yourself in several syllables.”

“Sir.”

“That makes you an intellectual among your kind. Don’t make me doubt my judgment.”
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

I'm starting to think that Ghez Hokan just hates everyone who is not a human. A true xenophobic bastard.  
mamuzzy: (Atin)
|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

 
“No, that’s not how it works.” Hokan propped his backside against the edge of the table and stared into the anonymous masked face, arms folded. He didn’t like people whose eyes he couldn’t see. “You warn them first. If they break the rules, then you punish them. If you punish them before they break the rules, they have nothing to lose, and they hate you, and they will seek revenge, and so will their offspring.”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you understand that?” Hokan looked around at the assembled staff, and spread his arms in invitation to join the coaching session. “Does everyone understand that?”

There were some grunts.

“Does everyone understand that?” Hokan snarled. “What do we say when an officer asks you a question?”

“Yes … sir!” It was almost a chorus.

“Good,” Hokan said quietly.

He stood up again. Then he took out Fulier’s lightsaber, activated the beam, and sliced it through the Ubese’s neck, sending the head flying—bloodless, quiet, and clean.

There was sudden and absolute silence. The staff had been quiet before, but they’d been making the marginal noises of people forced to endure a boring lesson. Now there was not the slightest swallow, cough, or sigh. Nobody breathed.

He peered down at the body and then at the legs of his dark gray uniform trousers. Perfectly clean: no blood. He rather liked this lightsaber now. He sat back on the edge of the desk.

“That,” Hokan said, “was punishment for Cailshh. It’s a warning for the rest of you.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

There will be a day when I won't swoon over the violent scenes of this wonderful Mando gentleman, but this is not the day, I'm afraid. 
 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 


“What are you?” he whispered.
“A di’kut, sir.”
“You’ve made me look like a di’kut, too. I don’t like that.”
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Niner didn’t know him well enough yet to guess his movements, and it had been enough of a close shave for him not to spend much time contemplating the issue. Now he was worried that he—the sergeant, the man they looked to for leadership—had run for it without thinking of them, and that they knew it.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•


Niner. Babu. You are so precious. But anxiety will be your grave. 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 
 
You never leave your mates behind. “If he hasn’t seen us, he’s seen Darman.”
“Or what’s left of him.”
“Shut it, Atin. What’s your problem?”
“I’ve been Darman,” Atin said.
He said nothing more. Niner didn’t think it was a good time to ask for an explanation.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Atin is opening up. In the middle of a battle. But he is opening up. 
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 


Think of yourselves as a hand. Each of you is a finger, and without the others you’re useless. Alone, a finger can’t grasp, or control, or form a fist. You are nothing on your own, and everything together.
—Commando instructor Sergeant Kal Skirata
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
You are nothing on your own, and everything together. He’d been raised to think, function, even breathe as one of a group of four. He could do nothing else.
But ARCs always operate alone, don’t they?
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
Nothing in his training corresponded to what he was witnessing. There was not a memory, a pattern, a maneuver, or a lesson that flashed in his mind and told him how this should be played out. Civilian situations were outside his experience. Nor were these citizens of the Republic: they weren’t anyone’s citizens.
His training taught him not to be distracted by outside issues, however compelling.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

In this entry I want to talk about how Darman is breaking through the protokolls that was beaten into his head during training in order to be able to make independent decisions for himself and the civilians he encountered. 

The chapter started with a Skirata-quote and I liked how Darman reflected on it that commandos are only functional together. But then you have the ARC troopers who are trained to be solitary fighters. If they can fight and think alone, why can't he? And I think this initiative shows through Darman when he gets before the dilemma of helping those farmers. 

So what was the reason Darmad helped in the first place? I think it was the feeling of responsibility. Darman felt responsible for their current misery, caused by Hokan's men, given they were searched for Republic troops. Maybe we can say that Darman had guilt. What ultimately made him run for the attack is that he thought about the long-term positive consequences of his interference: maybe these people are not Republic citizens. But one day they could be. 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
But there was still some urge in him that said Do something.
(...)
It didn’t take a genius to work it out. The sprayer had exploded on landing, detonating any demolition ordnance that Darman hadn’t been able to cram into his packs. The Weequay patrol hadn’t called in when their masters had expected. Now the humans—farmers—were being punished and threatened, and it was all to do with him. The Separatists were looking for him.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
They could be Republic citizens, one day.
They could be allies now.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

And then the quote from Arligan Zey came into mind from Chapter 2: 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Clone personnel have free will, even if they do follow orders. If they couldn’t think for themselves, we’d be better off with droids—and they’re a lot cheaper, too. They have to be able to respond to situations we can’t imagine.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The intro quote made me think about another thing how the Skirata-commandos commonly agreed upon not leaving Darman behind, while Atin was reluctant to accept this. Darman interpreted Skirata's teaching that the commandos are NOTHING without each other, therefore they are good as dead and yet he tried to go against this notion by thinking like an ARC Trooper, get his shit together and not losing hope alone and then taking initiative (although the result backfired on him); also Darman prioritized Niner's individual safety, then the mission, so the overall team's safey fell behind the priority list. 

But I love think about the possibility how could have Niner interpreted his teachings and I got my answer from a later scene in this chapter:

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
You never leave your mates behind. 
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
mamuzzy: (Atin)
 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

Finally I arrived to a section of this book that actually made me excited about this project to begin with: MENTAL ILLNESSES IN REPUBLIC COMMANDO.
 
For me Darman is always that kind of character who needs to be put into a glass jar, just to examine what he is doing when left alone especially due to the behaviour he produces that is similiar to a specific mental condition I can most definitely relate; on the other hand, it's a sign that the brainwashing Darman received from the training was so successful, it created this worldview what we call Black and White Cognitive Distortion. It's a thought-pattern that makes you think in absolutes.
 
To explain what mental condition I mentioned: it is also a symptom of Cluster B type personality disoders, like Borderline Personality Disorder or Antisocial Personality Disorder. Cluster B, and the Black and White thinking will be very important regarding the Null ARCs later, and even Kal Skirata too.
 
It's a bit hard to talk about this topic, given that the fandom usually tends to assign morality to mental illnesses too. Good guys gets autism and adhd, and bad guys gets the serial killer-sicknesses. And the stygma is very real and actually relevant to military topics too!

 
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅THE UNPREDICTABLE ONE⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
 
You have to know about the personality disorders that when people are put into these categories (Cluster A, B, C), they are measured how they are able to fit into society, how they behavior or emotional reactions differ from the norm. Cluster B is the group that you call DRAMATIC, and BPD is the one with impulsive behavior patterns, rash decisions, intense emotional reactions (or the lack of it), and general unpredictability.
 
If you remember these scenes from the chapter 3, Niner analyzed his own brothers and he concluded that he would have the most problem with Atin, given, he trained under a different trainer, and then it turned out that Darman was the most unpredictable of them all and the one who refused to follow order.

I always wondered that you can describe Atin, Niner and Fi with a few words, that defines their personality, maybe even giving them character tropes, but not Darman. And then I found my answer: Darman is unpredictable. 
 
  •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
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.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
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.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅STYGMA IN THE IRL MILITARY⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
 
Borderline Personality Disorder is a ground of exclusion in the military in the US, meaning, if you have a diagnosis, you can't enlist. But the thing is, that you can't get a diagnosis of BPD until you are 17-18 (depending on where you live), but this is the same minimum age you can enlist into the military with parental permission. Therefor lots of young people ends up in the military with undiagnosed BPD. Makes you question why these people are ending up being a soldiers in the first place: They seek a sense of security, safety, stability, and structure (four S, Kal would be proud of me :D). Lots of veterans are showing with these symptoms too. 
 
The stygma in the military around BPD is the formentioned unpredictable behavior, and that your comrades cannot be sure that they can trust their lives into your hand, or superiors cannot be sure that you will follow their orders. Not to mention that suicidial rates are also higher among them.
 
While Darman - in his mind -, did the right and logical thing to save the equipment, he caused lots of trouble to Niner.
 
  •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
“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.”
  •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 

Of course the clones don't have choice whether they want to be a soldier or not, also the Kaminoans are pretty much able to sort out the "faulty genes" during the gestation phase, but the thing with Borderline Personality Disorder, that while it can be genetic, it's mostly due to impact of the environment, traumas and general feeling of unsafety during childhood. It's not something you can sort out by pre-programming or sorting out.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅SPLITTING⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
 
The reason I started to write this particular entry is more relevant to the forementioned Black and White Cognitive Distortion and that is the emotional reaction of splitting, or at least something resembling to splitting which I encountered in the first section of chapter 5.
 
Splitting a psychiatrical term used to describe the inability to accept nuances and multitudes in situation or people. It's a mindset of All-or-nothing. Things can be either THIS or THAT. It's a detachment. A defence mechanism. 
 
It's easier to explain with this exact example from the books itself:
 
In this section Darman saved the civilians from Hokan's men, but the civilians weren't grateful for the help. They were terrified of him and blamed him that this happened to them in the first place:
 
 
  •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Darman was totally unprepared for the reaction. He’d been taught many things, but none of his accelerated learning had mentioned anything about ungrateful civilians, rescues thereof. He backed away and checked outside the barn door before darting from barn to bush to fence and up the slope to where he’d left his gear. It was time to move on. He was leaving a trail behind him now, a trail of engagements and bodies. He wondered if he’d see civvies, as Skirata called them, in quite the same benign way in the future.

(…)

Maybe he shouldn’t have expended so many rounds. Maybe he should have just left the farmers to their fate. He’d never know.
  •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
 
Darman ended up in this situation killing Hokan's men because he figured that he was responsible the farmers got harassed, and it read to me that he felt it was his duty to make it right. And possibly with this good deed, he would have gained potential allies not just to him, but for the Republic too later.
 
But he didn't gain allies. He gained nothing. Not even a thank you.
 
Darman emotionally detaches himself from the situation. And he starts to rationalize that why saving the civilians was a bad idea, like it was something he already regrets. Like it was a bad decision to begin with, something it wasn't worth to shoot his ammo for. He may even reconsider to help civilians in the future just because he experienced THIS ONE BAD thing with someone.
 
Darman put these people into a box in his head. He categorize them.
Civilians = ALL CIVILIANS ARE LIKE THIS. ALL CIVILIANS WILL BEHAVE LIKE THIS.
 
It's a defence mechanism, so in the future, he won't get hurt, or he won't endanger his own life for things that didn't worth it.
 
Why is he doing this? BECAUSE HE IS HURT.
 
But it's so subtle, maybe he doesn't even recognize it either.
 
I remember one another scene later in the books where Darman is splitting, but I want to keep my eyes peeled in case I encounter another more.

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