CT-2323 / Pointer

Clone trooper, scout, silent and not that deadly. Killer sweet tooth, skittish to a fault. Great with a knife.

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

->"Sir, Yes Sir."<-

CT-2323, also known as Pointer.

Silent, stealthy scout.

Star Wars/MV RP, 18+
Lewd unlikely, mature themes probable

Bio: https://t.co/j2bk5h6L6j

Follow/RT?

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

@theCT9904 Pointer isn't so easily dissuaded, he's following Crosshair through the vents, wanting to see what he got up to when he thought nobody was looking.

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

@Wrxcker99 Here comes Pointer, attempting to scale the south face of Mount Wrecker.

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With surprising silence, given he's in full armor, Pointer pulls off a vent cover and slips inside, pulling the cover back on behind him.

It's his favorite hiding spot.

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

A lot of Clone Force 99 is around, Pointer may just make himself scarce. They're... Intimidating.

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@212thMedic Pointer could always sense the presence of a medic, the suspicious eyes apparent even through his black visor.

<You're fine. Did you need something, Fairy?>

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Sitting in the mess hall Pointer had his helmet tilted just enough to get food in his mouth, his chin barely visible. It was the most skin he'd shown in public in ages.

He must be slipping.

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It seems people still have not learned lessons.

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Tired from a long day of training Pointer crawled into his usual air duct, into the nest he'd made for himself. It was cramped and confined, but it made it virtually impossible for anyone to sneak up on him while he was sleeping.

Ahhh, safety.

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

||: God I hate this hellsite.

All of my replies from @Tale0fTwoSuns vanished from my @'s tab, and I was immediately horrified that I'd done something awful and gotten blocked.

Nope, they're just hiding the replies/RTs. -_-

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

-seasoned veteran. It was the weird, awkward middle zone that the scout inhabited.

<I'll begin moving things around, Sir. See you in the barracks.> He saluted, waiting to be dismissed.

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Pointer shook his head, expression unreadable with his helmet on. <No sir, no more questions. And that's fine, we were all shinies at one point or another.>

Ignoring the fact that Pointer was still relatively green in his experience, not quite a shiny but definitely not a--

[CT-8093 // BBQ @Tale0fTwoSuns]

“Unless you want a tour, nope. You can go bring your stuff to the barracks” he says with a shake of his head, a couple of curls falling loose because of the motion. “But I am afraid you’re gonna be stuck with a couple of shinies before you get transferred to the other barracks”

[CT-2323 / Pointer @CT__2323]

-now, Sir, not that I can think of anyway. Do I need to move my things to your barracks? Is there anything you need from me, Sir?>

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<You would not be the first to recommend it, Sir. The only reason I haven't been sent back to Kamino is Kix vouching for me and... Fudging some of my paperwork.> He hunkered down at that, knowing what he was saying incriminated an officer.

<There isn't anything I need right--

[CT-8093 // BBQ @Tale0fTwoSuns]

He asks but he’s afraid he knows the answer. “You’re more than welcome here. I’ll make sure to lead you around the ship and introduce you to some of my main crew later. Is there anything you need from me for now?”

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-often than not so he tried not to suppress those instincts.

<Ketchup, Sir?> His helmet canted to the side slightly, oblivious to the other members of BBQ's crew, or their... Unique naming conventions.

<Does this mean you aren't dismissing me, Sir?>

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Nodding silently Pointer stepped into the room and sat opposite BBQ's desk, perched on the edge of it as if he was prepared to bolt for the door at any moment. Pointer was always jumpy, even before the incident, but having his head on a swivel kept him and his vode safe more--

[CT-8093 // BBQ @Tale0fTwoSuns]

He says referring to the burn scars covering a large part of his face that seem to go down his neck to the rest of his body. “You’ll fit right in, have a seat” he motions to the seat in front of his desk.

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-Pointer just hoped BBQ would be different, or at least give him a chance. In his mind, it was the only thing keeping him from getting sent back to Kamino for... Repurposing.

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A tiny sigh escaped Pointer's nose beneath his helmet, it was a story he'd told dozens of times and one he would likely tell dozens more. But if this trooper was going to be his new CO, he couldn't begin his tenure by copping an attitude.

<I can hear you fine, Sir, and it is--

[CT-8093 // BBQ @Tale0fTwoSuns]

the clones worries. “But if you don’t mind me asking. Why? And can you hear me?” He knew there were plenty of reasons some of his brothers used sign language even outside of the battlefield. He didn’t judge but knowing the reason why would help him communicate with Pointer better

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-anyone else anything. Ever again.>

He waited, half-expecting to be dismissed. Several of the commanding officers he'd been assigned to in the past had been livid at the idea of being given a 'defective' clone, or one that wasn't at maximum efficacy. --