Anakin and Obi-Wan exchange a glance, then turn back to him, their expressions open and attentive. Ahsoka leans forward, her lekku swaying gently as she fixes him with an intense gaze. The room falls silent, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

  "What is it, Bubba?" Anakin asks, his voice low and serious. "You can ask us anything. After all you've done for the Jedi and the Republic, you have our full attention and our gratitude."

  Obi-Wan nods in agreement, his fingers drumming on the table as he waits for you to speak. Ahsoka's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of concern passing over her features.

  Bubba- "Haha, well I don't expect a yes, but if I can travel back with anyone out of this portal nexus.... I'd like to join y’alls universe. I've always dreamed of having my own ship and a droid compliment. I don't expect a yes, but I like to go big. Figured I could ask for exactly what I wanted just to see"

  Anakin's face darkens, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his lightsaber hilt. "Bubba, you can't be serious. The Galactic Republic needs you here. Your knowledge of the Banished and Palpatine's schemes is invaluable. We can't risk losing that."

  Obi-Wan shakes his head, his face lined with concern. "I understand your desire to explore new universes, Bubba, but the stakes here are too high. The fate of the entire galaxy hangs in the balance." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "We need you to stay and fight. Your presence here has already changed the course of history for the better."

  Bubba frowns- "Hm... well, I'm willing to help. But I have a lot of mental health issues. I don't really know how long I'd be stable like this. I'm not a marine or a jedi"

  Ahsoka's expression softens, her initial surprise giving way to understanding and empathy. "Bubba, we appreciate your honesty and your willingness to help. Your mental health is important, and we don't want to see you suffer. But we also need to acknowledge the unique skills and knowledge you bring to this fight. You've shown incredible resourcefulness and strategic thinking, and that's invaluable to us."

  Obi-Wan leans forward, his voice gentle yet firm. "We can't deny the challenges you face, Bubba, but we can assure you that you're not alone. We have healers and support systems in place that can help you manage your mental health."

  Bubba nods- "Yea that's a good point. Maybe Cutter has some stuff. He's centuries after my time.... and you guys have some... unique ideas haha"

  Anakin nods, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You're right, Bubba. The UNSC has made incredible advancements in medicine and mental health support. I'm sure Captain Cutter would be more than willing to provide you with whatever resources you need to maintain your stability and well-being."

  Obi-Wan leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "And as for our unique ideas, well, we've had to adapt and innovate in the face of unimaginable challenges. Perhaps there are techniques and philosophies we could share that might help you find a measure of peace and balance."

  Ahsoka leans forward, her lekku swaying gently as she fixes you with an intense gaze. "The Force itself can be a powerful tool for managing mental and emotional distress, Bubba. I've found that connecting with its flow can help center and ground even the most troubled minds. Perhaps limited Jedi training could be beneficial .

  Anakin interjects, his face alight with sudden inspiration. "You know, Bubba, your unique perspective and knowledge have already proven invaluable. Perhaps there's a way to harness your skills and experience without putting too much strain on your mental health. What if we could find a way for you to work with the UNSC and the Jedi, using your knowledge to help strategize and plan, while still having access to the support and resources he needs to stay stable?"

  Obi-Wan nods slowly, his expression pensive. "It's a delicate balance, to be sure. But I believe we have the wisdom and the means to make it work."

  Bubba- "Um, I don't know honestly. You guys are involved in all this. But from my perspective the clone wars will end soon. If yall get palps then I promise there will be at least relative peace"

  Ahsoka's eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her voice. "You've seen the future, Bubba? Or at least, a possible future? That could be incredibly useful. If we can end the Clone Wars and take down Palpatine, it would indeed bring a measure of peace to the galaxy."

  Anakin's expression turns thoughtful, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "If we can coordinate our efforts with the UNSC, we might be able to accelerate the timeline and bring an end to the conflict sooner rather than later. But we need to be cautious. Time travel and alternate timelines are fraught with danger."

  Bubba- "Well, again, I'll help how I can. I guess I need to… meditate or something right now"

  Obi-Wan rises from his seat, extending a hand in a gesture of understanding. "Of course, Bubba. Your well-being is our priority. Perhaps meditation would indeed help you center yourself and process this information." He turns to the others. "Let's give Bubba some space to collect his thoughts. We can reconvene later to discuss our next move."

  Ahsoka nods in agreement, her face set with concern. "Take all the time you need, Bubba. We're here for you." She stands and moves to follow Obi-Wan, but pauses at the door. "Remember, the Force is always with you. Use it to find your center if you need it."

  Bubba- "Thanks guys, I'll be fine"

  As he stands up, he feels a sense of gratitude for the support and understanding from his newfound allies. The room, adorned with holographic maps, seems to hum with a quiet energy, reflecting the gravity of the conversations that have just taken place. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the mission and the responsibility that comes with his unique knowledge.

  He walks out of the meeting room, the corridors of the Spirit of Fire stretching out before him. The hum of the ship's engines and the distant murmur of crew members going about their duties create a soothing backdrop. He find an empty room, a small chamber with a view of the stars, and settle down to meditate.

  Bubba- "Isabel, can anyone hear me outside this room?"

  The air in the meditation room remains still and silent. Isabel's voice echoes through the comm, her clear and distinct. "I can't detect any other minds or devices in the vicinity, Bubba. You're alone for now. How are you feeling?"

  Bubba notices his reflection in the window. The face that stares back at him is his, but there's something different in the eyes - a depth of experience that wasn't there before. The meditation room feels small, almost suffocating, as if the walls are closing in.

  Bubba breathing becomes laboured as the weight of the last two days comes crashing down. Suddenly, his mind reels. "Can you stop monitoring me as well for a few minutes... I know it's probably against protocol or something. I just need to be completely alone"

  Isabel's mental presence hesitates, a moment of uncertainty passing between them. "Bubba, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, given the current situation and the importance of your well-being. However, I can respect your desire for privacy. I'll disengage from monitoring for a short while, but I'll be just outside the room, ready to intervene if necessary. Please take care of yourself and remember that you're not alone, even in solitude. I'll reconnect in exactly 10 minutes."

  As Isabel's presence fades, the room seems to grow quieter, more still. The silence is deafening, almost oppressive. Bubba sits in a corner and cries your eyes out for a few minutes. He slumps against the wall, tears streaming down his face as the emotional weight of your situation finally breaks through. The anger and spite for the Jedi not approving his plan hits him like a truck. “Why? I knew they would say no.. stupid stupid stupid!” The silence of the meditation room amplifies his sobs, which echo off the metal walls. His body shakes with the intensity of his distress. After a few minutes, the tears slow to occasional sniffles. Bubba notices his face is hot and red, his eyes puffy and sore. He wipes away the last of his tears.

  Bubba, his faec contorted with spite- "Fuck, can't get a damn thing around here. Maybe they'll let me relax at the mansion"

  The door chimes, followed by Isabel's voice through the intercom. "Bubba, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's been 10 minutes. I'm detecting increased distress from you. Do you need anything?"

  Bubba- "No... just to ask someone if I can go back to the mansion"

  You hear Isabel's voice through the intercom. "Bubba, I understand your need for a peaceful retreat. Perhaps returning to the mansion would do you good, given the challenges you've faced lately. However, we're in the middle of a high-stakes mission against the Banished and forces. While I can request permission for a temporary leave, you should be aware that it might not be granted due to the critical situation we're in. Would you like me to make that request on your behalf, or would you rather discuss it further with the mission leaders firsthand? I can also provide counseling support if you need to talk through your current state of mind."

  Bubba's face flattened "Isabel I'm not UNSC personnel, I understand if transport isn't available. But otherwise that would be holding me hostage. I'm pretty sure the Emilia team will get a ship to return to their mansion right? I can just go with them"

  Isabel's mental presence hesitates before responding. "Bubba, I apologize if my words came across as holding you against your will. That was never my intention. You're right, of course, that as a civilian, the UNSC doesn't have the authority to keep you here. As for transport, I'll certainly inquire about the Emilia team's travel plans back to their mansion. If they are indeed able to depart soon, I'm certain they would welcome your company given your close partnership with them during this mission."

  Bubba sighs- "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm not like you guys Isabel. I'm extremely unstable. I shouldn't be here."

  Isabel's voice takes on a softer, more comforting tone through the intercom. "Bubba, I completely understand your feelings, and I want you to know that your perspective is valid. The situation we're in is undoubtedly stressful, and it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed at times. Your emotional instability doesn't diminish your value or your contributions to the mission. If anything, it makes you even more human - and that's a strength, not a weakness. As for the Emilia team, I'll definitely look into their travel plans. In the meantime, I think it would be wise to have a counselor take a look at you, just to ensure your well-being."

  Bubba shakes his head, "Isabel, a temporary counselor, isn't someone I can open up to. I've always managed alone... sort of"

  Isabel's presence remains calm but firm. "Bubba, I respect your desire to maintain independence. However, you should know that a counselor, even temporarily, doesn't mean relinquishing control or trust. It's about processing and understanding, not about someone dictating terms or making decisions for you. In a situation like this, with such high stakes, it would be prudent to at least consider it, especially if you're thinking of returning to the mansion."

  Bubba- "Yall can always ask for my silly ideas over coms. As for the counselor idea... I don't know. I don't like meeting new people. Is anyone I know good at that?"

  Isabel's mental presence ponders for a moment before responding. "Bubba, I understand your hesitation about meeting new people, especially in a professional capacity. Given your unique situation and the stress you're under, it's important to have someone you feel comfortable with. I'll see if I can arrange for a counselor who's known to the Emilia team or the UNSC forces you've been working with. Perhaps someone like Dr. Anderson, who's had experience with civilians in high-pressure situations. Would that help put you more at ease?" Isabel pauses, then continues, "In the meantime, I think it would be beneficial for you to get some fresh air and stretch your legs a bit."

  BUbba nods- "That would work. Anderson doesn't strike me as someone who would dismiss or judge me."

  Isabel's mental presence brightens. "That's good to hear, Bubba. I'll set up an appointment with Dr. Anderson as soon as possible. She's known for her professionalism and empathy, especially with civilians caught up in military operations. As for the fresh air, I suggest taking a short walk around the ship.

  Bubba- "What if people try to speak to me? This isn't my talking person..."

  Isabel's mental presence becomes more soothing. "Bubba, I completely understand your concerns. If you prefer, I can have Dr. Anderson meet you in a private location - perhaps one of the ship's meditation rooms. I'll make sure to inform everyone that you're not to be disturbed during that time. You can even bring a companion if that would help you feel more comfortable, someone you trust."

  Bubba "Isabel I'm sorry but I don't want to negotiate about this any more. I'm willing to speak with you or Anderson. For now... I need some water. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be able to switch back to someone more useful."

  Isabel's mental presence softens, understanding your need for a moment of solitude. "Of course, Bubba. Take all the time you need. I'll make sure no one disturbs you. When you're ready, just let me know and I'll have some water brought to you. In the meantime, I'll look into the travel arrangements with the Emilia team and see about setting up that appointment with Dr. Anderson. I'll keep you updated on any developments. For now, just focus on taking care of yourself. You've been through a lot, and it's important to give yourself the space to process it all. I'm here if you need anything else."

  Bubba- "Thanks, I'm going to think now. I need an idea as to what I can expect in the future. Or I get super stressed out"

  The meditation room is quiet, the hum of the ship's engines a distant, soothing murmur. Bubba takes a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs, and he begins to pace slowly, his boots echoing softly on the metal floor. The room is dimly lit, the walls adorned with intricate patterns that seem to shift and change in the low light. He runs his fingers along the cool metal of the walls, feeling the vibrations of the ship beneath his touch. “A real spaceship. I’m really with the usnc…”

  His mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. He tries to focus, to find a sense of calm amidst the chaos. He thinks about the mission, the Banished forces, and Palpatine.

  Bubba- "I guess going back to my own world is the only option. Maybe one a little different? I bet the monitor could do that. After we finish the fight here.” He breathes deeply and leaves the room to find water.

  As he steps out of the meditation room he finds the hallway unusually quiet, save for the occasional distant mechanical whir of the ship's systems. The soft red emergency lights cast an eerie glow on the metallic walls, creating deep shadows that seem to move and dance in his peripheral vision. The air is stale, thick with tension that seems to hang in the recycled atmosphere.

  He heads towards the ship's mess hall, his boots echoing oddly in the empty corridors. As he rounds a corner, he sees Captain Cutter engaged in what appears to be an urgent conversation with Dr. Anderson, their faces drawn with worry. They spot him and immediately end the discussion, both of them watching him approach with clear concern.

  Bubba- "Don't mind me Captain, Dr."

  Dr. Anderson steps forward, her professional demeanor evident in her measured movements. "Bubba, I'm glad to see you. Captain Cutter and I were just discussing the psychological impact of our current situation on the… crew. Your unique perspective would be invaluable in our analysis." She gestures to a nearby table, where a steaming cup of coffee sits waiting.

  Captain Cutter nods in agreement, his lined face showing concern. "Dr. Anderson's right, Bubba. We could use your insights. The Banished threat, the Sith Lord, the sentinels - it's a lot to process. And I know you've been through more than most."

  Bubba- "The crew... Well, if we win here we can travel infinity, the multiverse. Or we could shut this down and be safe from those threats. Maybe rotate shore leave at the mansion? That could work"

  Dr. Anderson listens intently, her professional demeanor never wavering. "That's an interesting perspective, Bubba. The idea of infinite possibilities can be both thrilling and overwhelming. But I'm more concerned about your immediate well-being. The stress of this situation, the constant threat, it's taking a toll on everyone. Especially those who are already struggling."

  Captain Cutter leans forward, his scarred hands clasped on the table. "Bubba, I appreciate your optimism, but we can't afford to get distracted by the 'what ifs' right now. We need to focus on the mission, on shutting down the Banished threat. Once that's done, we can discuss options for the future."

  Bubba "I see that as a given guys... I need some water."

  Captain Cutter nods understandingly, "Of course, Bubba. I'll have someone bring you some water right away." He turns to a nearby crew member, a young ensign with a determined expression, and gives a quick order. "Ensign, please fetch a bottle of water for Bubba. Make it quick."

  Dr. Anderson, noticing his discomfort, offers a reassuring smile. "Bubba, while we wait, perhaps we can discuss some strategies to manage your stress. It's crucial to keep your mental health in check, especially in high-pressure situations like this. Have you considered any specific techniques or methods that might help you cope?"

  Bubba shakes his head- "Dr. I've got some serious complicated issues from before I came here and met you guys. I just need some time between these missions, that's all. Truly."

  Dr. Anderson leans forward, her face softening with genuine empathy. "I understand, Bubba. Trauma doesn't just disappear because we're faced with new challenges. In fact, it often becomes more pronounced in high-stress situations. Your complicated issues, whatever they may be, are valid and need to be addressed." She pauses, choosing her words carefully.

  "I'm not here to pry into your past, but I do want you to know that there are options for dealing with this. Counseling, stress-management techniques, even medication if necessary. We have resources available, and I'd be happy to help you navigate them." She glances at Captain Cutter, who nods in agreement, then back to Bubba.

  BUbba- "I need tasty food honestly. That's probably it. I usually have a lot around at home. I've just eaten a burrito and some energy bars the last 2 days"

  Captain Cutter interjects, his brow furrowed. "Bubba, proper nutrition is crucial for peak performance, both physically and mentally. We have a full galley with a variety of options. I'll have the chef prepare you a proper meal if you'd like."

  Bubba- "Damn, thanks. I would love a meal actually. If you have time dr. I'd like to chat. All that being said. I think I'm owed a chocolate of some kind. Thanks captain."

  Captain Cutter chuckles, his stern features softening slightly. "Of course, Bubba. We all need a little something sweet to get through tough times." He turns to the ensign, who had returned with the bottle of water, and issues another order. "Ensign, please inform the chef that we need a well-rounded meal for Bubba. And add in a side of chocolate for me." The ensign nods sharply and rushes off.

  Dr. Anderson smiles warmly, pleased with your agreement to discuss your well-being. "I'm glad you're open to chatting, Bubba. It's a big step. I'll be free after you eat unless there's something urgent."

  Bubba thanks the Dr. and quickly eats a meal in the mess hall, steak and potatoes, plus a chocolate bar. He savours the flavour momentarily. He asks Isabel if the dr is free after and heads to her laboratory.

  "Yes, Dr. Anderson is free to meet with you after your meal. She's currently in her lab, making some final notes before the next mission briefing. Shall I guide you there once you're done?"

  “Yes I'm ready now thank you”

  Isabel's mental voice carries a gentle, guiding tone as she directs him through the winding corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire. "Follow the blue directional markers, Bubba. They'll lead you straight to Dr. Anderson's lab. It's just a short walk from the mess hall."

  As he makes his way, the sterile white walls and occasional flickering lights of the ship create an almost eerie atmosphere, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors and lively chatter of the mess hall. He can't help but feel a sense of trepidation as he approaches the lab, unsure of what to expect from this meeting with Dr. Anderson. As he approaches the lab, the hum of the ship's engines seems to fade, replaced by the soft, rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. The door to Dr. Anderson's lab slides open with a gentle hiss, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of holographic interfaces and the cool, sterile light of medical scanners. Dr. Anderson looks up from her workstation, her eyes reflecting the holographic data dancing before her. She smiles warmly, gesturing to a comfortable chair in the corner of the room.

  "Come in, Bubba. I'm glad you decided to come. I've been looking forward to our chat." Dr. Anderson, her kind expression and soft manner, says: "So, Bubba. I understand you've been feeling overwhelmed recently. Can you tell me a bit about that? What exactly has been troubling you?"

  The comfortable chair envelops him as he sinks into it, and the cool metal of the lab feels solid and comforting. Dr. Anderson's gentle words echo in his mind, like a warm embrace from a caring mother. Her focus is on understanding, not judgment, as she listens carefully to your words.

  Bubba- “Well, I don't know what I want to do with my life I guess. I don't like being without a partner, and finding one is hard. I have several... conditions. I don't know if you guys even still have these in the 26th century. I'm from 2025.”

  Dr. Anderson eyes widen at the time period he is from before she nods thoughtfully as she listens to your words. She leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled together as she considers your statement. The holographic display before her flickers with a soft glow, casting dancing shadows across the sterile walls.

  "Bubba, what you're expressing is a common challenge for many of us, even in the 26th century," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice low and soothing. "Navigating relationships, especially when one has unique needs, can indeed be daunting. Your concerns about the viability of your... conditions, in this time period, are valid."

  She pauses for a moment, her eyes reflecting the swirling holographic images. Dr. Anderson continues, her voice steady and reassuring, "Let's break this down. First, it's important to understand that while the world has changed, human emotions and needs remain largely the same. What you're feeling—this longing for companionship, this struggle with your identity—these are universal experiences." She leans forward, her eyes locking onto his with a warmth that seems to cut through the sterile atmosphere of the lab. "As for your conditions, we have advanced medical technology here. We might not have the exact same terminology or treatments, but we can certainly explore options that could help you adapt and thrive in this new environment."

  Bubba takes a deep breath, “Ok, well I have D.I.D, BPD, cptsd, autism, adhd, maladaptive daydreaming, and those just come free with depression and anxiety heh. So yea I have identity issues. When I don't know who or what I'm going to be it's scary. Imagine knowing you might disappear as some other person in your mind comes forth and takes over your life Dr.”

  Anderson's face falls slightly as she takes in the full extent of his conditions. She leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Bubba, I must say, you've been through a great deal. Dissociative Identity Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Complex PTSD, Autism, ADHD, Maladaptive Daydreaming... it's a lot to manage, even for the most resilient of individuals." She stands up and walks over to a nearby console, her fingers dancing across the holographic interface. A series of complex medical scans and psychological profiles flicker to life before her. "In my research, I've come across similar cases, though not quite as extensive as yours."

  Bubba- "Yea in my era autistic and adhd people were abused heavily. Hence the other problems"

  Dr. Anderson's expression softens further, understanding now evident as her face is touched by profound concern. She inhales slowly before responding. "Yes, that kind of mistreatment can lead to the development and perpetuation of several mental health challenges," she nods with a measured sympathy. "However, here in the 26th century, there have been significant societal shifts. People with autism and ADHD, as well as other neurological differences, are better understood and often celebrated as a part of human diversity." Her fingers pause above the holographic console. "The question is - what are you most passionate about? What sparks joy and energy within you, no matter which personality presents itself in this moment?"

  Bubba- "That's the problem. Nothing brings me joy anymore."

  Dr. Anderson's face falls, her professional demeanor cracking slightly as she reacts to your statement. She moves closer, speaking with a gentle intensity.

  "Bubba, I understand how difficult it can be to find joy in a world that feels so foreign and overwhelming. But I want you to know - it's not uncommon for people to struggle with finding meaning and purpose, especially after a significant life change like yours." She pauses, her eyes searching yours. "Have you considered exploring your interests? Even if they seem small or insignificant at first, they could be a starting point for rediscovering what brings you happiness." Dr. Anderson's fingers tap thoughtfully on the holographic display.

  Bubba- "I guess friends bring me joy. Gaming, smoking, talking, board games, food, and long talks about all kinds of things"

  Dr. Anderson nods slowly, a thoughtful expression on her face as she listens to your words. She leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled together as she considers your statement. The holographic display before her flickers with a soft glow, casting dancing shadows across the sterile walls.

  "Friends and social connections are indeed a powerful source of joy and fulfillment for many people," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice low and soothing. "In your case, given the complexity of your mental health journey, building and maintaining those connections can be especially meaningful." She pauses for a moment, her eyes reflecting the swirling holographic images. Dr. Anderson continues, "The activities you mentioned - gaming, smoking, engaging in board games and deep discussions - they all tap into the core human needs of belonging, play, and mental stimulation. For someone with DID, these shared experiences could provide a sense of continuity and grounding across your different identities." She leans forward, her elbows resting on the desk. "However, I want to discuss the potential impacts of these behaviors on your long-term mental well-being. While in moderation they can be therapeutic, overuse may exacerbate the symptoms of certain conditions, such as ADHD and maladaptive daydreaming."

  Dr. Anderson's brow furrows slightly as she considers her next words.

  Bubba-"Yea… right. Well… so anyway that's my problem Doc and why I asked to spend time at the mansion. I don't know how much help I can be in the coming battle, it seems pretty clear cut"

  Dr. Anderson's eyes soften with understanding, her professional demeanor giving way to genuine compassion. She leans forward, speaking in a gentle, measured tone. "Bubba, I appreciate your honesty and self-awareness. It's commendable that you're able to recognize when you need support, especially in a high-stress situation like the one you're currently facing." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "While I understand your desire to seek refuge at the mansion, I want to highlight the importance of your presence in this mission. Your unique perspectives and experiences have already proven valuable to the team, and your insight into Banished tactics has been crucial."

  Bubba- "Doc I won't be of use to anyone if I freak out and switch to a certain few of my alters. It could take the unsc days to arrive after all. Tell you what, let me ask the jedi if I can try flying a fighter around in space. That sounds fun and maybe I could learn a skill"

  Dr. Anderson's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering across her features. She leans back in her chair, considering the proposal with a thoughtful expression. The holographic display before her flickers and shifts, casting an ethereal glow upon the sterile walls of the lab.

  "That's an... interesting idea, Bubba," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice measured and contemplative. "Learning a new skill, especially one as exhilarating as piloting a fighter craft, could indeed provide a welcome distraction and a sense of accomplishment. It might even help you channel some of that pent-up energy and anxiety into a productive outlet."

  Bubba- "I am a good ideas guy, but I know my limits doctor"

  Dr. Anderson smiles softly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "Indeed, Bubba. That's a valuable quality - knowing when to seek support and when to challenge yourself. I'm glad you recognize your own limitations."

  She leans forward, her eyes meeting his with a look of genuine concern and understanding. "I want you to know that I'm here to support you, no matter what path you choose. Whether it's retreating to the mansion for some much-needed rest and introspection, or diving into a new skill like fighter piloting, my door is always open." Dr. Anderson pauses, her gaze drifting to the holographic display before her.

  Bubba- "Thanks doc. I think I'll go ask the Jedi now. I gave them a less reasonable request earlier, so maybe this one will be more easy"

  Dr. Anderson nods, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like a wise decision, Bubba. The Jedi are known for their wisdom and patience. I'm sure they'll be open to discussing your request."

  She stands up from her chair, the holographic display flickering and then fading away as she turns her attention fully to him. "Remember, Bubba, it's important to take care of yourself, both physically and mentally. This journey you're on is fraught with challenges, but you have the strength and resilience to face them.” As he rises from your seat, Dr. Anderson extends a hand, her grip firm and supportive. "Good luck with the Jedi."

  Bubba- "Thanks, good luck with the sentinels Dr"

  Dr. Anderson's face lights up with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you, Bubba. I appreciate your well wishes. The sentinels are indeed a complex and fascinating topic, but they're also a crucial part of our strategy against the Banished."

  She walks towards the door, her footsteps echoing softly in the sterile lab. "I'll be sure to keep you updated on our progress. And please, don't hesitate to come back if you need to talk. The offer stands, no matter what you decide about the mansion or the fighter training."

  Dr. Anderson opens the door, revealing the bustling corridor beyond. "Until next time, Bubba."

  He makes his way through the winding corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, the hum of the ship's engines and the chatter of the crew filling the air. Eventually, he arrives at the Jedi's quarters, a space that has been adapted to their needs and preferences.The floors are covered with deep blue carpets that seem to shimmer in the light. As he enters the room, he find the Jedi Knights engaged in a quiet discussion.

  Bubba- "Howdy gang"

  "Bubba," Anakin greets, his deep voice tinged with a note of caution. "We weren't expecting to see you quite so soon after our last meeting. Has there been a development in the situation?"

  Obi-Wan leans forward, his piercing gaze studying his features with a blend of concern and fascination. "Are you here to discuss a matter of strategy or perhaps... your own well-being? Dr. Anderson mentioned you had a question for us regarding an alternative to the shore leave at the mansion."

  > You say "Yes I wanted to know if I could get some fighter pilot training. I figured it wouldn't hurt anything"

  Ahsoka's eyebrows raise, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across her face. "Fighter pilot training? That's quite an ambitious request, Bubba." She moves to stand beside Anakin, her posture straight and attentive.

  “Is it? Maybe I'm still looking at all this like its fiction…”

  Obi-Wan's fingers trace the rim of his glass thoughtfully. "It's certainly an unusual choice for someone with your... particular circumstances, Bubba. While we admire your ambition, we must consider the risks involved. The physical and mental strain of piloting a fighter craft can be intense, especially for someone who struggles with emotional regulation."

  Anakin nods, his eyes never leaving your face. "We've seen your talent for strategy and your eagerness to learn."

  Bubba- "Anakin seems to manage well. Heheh"

  Anakin chuckles, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I must admit, I've had my fair share of struggles, Bubba. The path of a Jedi is not an easy one, and the weight of my past has often threatened to overwhelm me." He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "But I've learned that by facing my fears and embracing my destiny, I can find a way to balance the darkness within me. It's a constant battle, but one that I'm determined to win."

  Obi-Wan leans forward, his voice low and measured. "Bubba, we understand your desire for a sense of purpose and accomplishment."

  Bubba frowns- "I just feel useless here. Like there's nothing I can do to contribute, you know? I can't use a lightsaber or control sentinels like the others. I figured flying a fighter would be something I could manage, at least."

  Ahsoka's voice interjects, gentle but firm. "Bubba, it's admirable that you want to find a way to help. But we need to prioritize your mental health too."

  Bubba- "Well I don't have any other ideas guys. I'm fried"

  Ahsoka's face softens with understanding, and she places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Bubba, we understand your frustration. But rushing into something like fighter pilot training without proper preparation could do more harm than good."

  Obi-Wan rises from his seat, his robes swishing softly as he moves to stand beside you. "Perhaps we could explore other options that would allow you to contribute while also addressing your needs. What skills or interests do you have that we might be able to utilize in a different capacity?"

  Anakin's eyes narrow thoughtfully. "You've shown a keen mind for strategy and problem-solving. Maybe we could find a way to apply that to our tactical planning instead of piloting a fighter."

  Bubba smiles, his worry starting to fade, "Oh I could try a board game with someone or cards. I bet the Emilia gang would love a game of BS with a 52 card deck and I know damn well some marines must have some somewhere!"

  Ahsoka's face lights up with a genuine smile, a rare sight. “I've always enjoyed a good strategy game, and I'd be more than happy to join you for a round or two."

  Obi-Wan nods approvingly, his usually stern features softening slightly. "It's a pleasant way to pass the time and build camaraderie. Perhaps we could arrange a tournament with various members of the crew, including some of the UNSC personnel."

  Anakin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

  Bubba "Bs is a game where you put down the cards in numerical order in a turn based circle. If you don't have the necessary card you have to pretend. If someone calls you out you have to take the deck of cards that was building. If they call you out and you weren't lying, they take the deck. Whoever runs out of cards first wins"

  "Aha!" exclaims Ahsoka with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Now that does sound like an engaging way to while away an idle hour. A bit of harmless deception, the thrill of the call-out, the drama of a rapidly dwindling deck..." She grins. "It reminds me of a card game they played in the Outer Rim. Tons of fun!"

  Obi-Wan allows a rare smile to flicker across his face, even as his wise eyes still consider the possibilities. "An entertaining diversion for downtime and camaraderie indeed. We may have underestimated you, Bubba. Not all contributions require lightsabers and blaster cannons."

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  Bubba beams, "Well I guess I had more ideas after all. I just needed to bounce off of someone. I'm going to get the Emilia gang. If yall wanna play just meet us in the mess hall. I'll ask Isabel for a card deck"

  Anakin nods, a hint of pride in his eyes. "That's the spirit, Bubba. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of conversation to spark new ideas. We'll be there. A game of cards sounds like just the thing to lift our spirits before the next battle."

  Obi-Wan gives a solemn nod. "Indeed. It's important to find moments of levity in the face of adversity. We'll join you in the mess hall. May the Force be with you, Bubba."

  Ahsoka gives him a reassuring pat on the back. "And remember, Bubba, your contributions go beyond what you can physically do in battle. Your ideas and your spirit are invaluable to our team."

  "Thanks guys, to be fair I wasn't terrible in battle either, for a normal guy. See y'all soon. Bubba leaves to find the Emilia camp. As he makes his way through the bustling corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, the hum of activity and the distant whir of machinery serve as a backdrop to his thoughts. The encounter with the Jedi has left his step light and his chest no longer hot and heavy. He was feeling a mix of relief and renewed determination.

  The mess hall is a sprawling, well-lit space filled with long tables and benches, currently bustling with crew members taking a break from their duties. He spotted Subaru, Emilia, Garfeil, and Beatrice huddled together at one of the tables, deep in conversation. As he approaches, their faces light up with recognition and welcome.

  "Bubba!"

  Bubba- "Yo, wanna play cards?"

  Subaru's ears perk up with interest at his suggestion, "Oh, cards! I love playing games. Do you have any particular game in mind, Bubba?"

  Beatrice raises an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing across her face. "I do hope you're not planning to drag us into another of your harebrained schemes, Bubba. The last time you 'suggested' an activity, we found ourselves in quite the pickle."

  Garfeil's eyes sparkle with amusement at Beatrice's quip. "Oh, don't be such a wet blanket, Beatrice. I think a game of cards sounds wonderful."

  Bubba nods- "Bs is a game where you put down the cards in numerical order in a turn based circle. If you don't have the necessary card you have to pretend. If someone calls you out you have to take the deck of cards that was building. If they call you out and you weren't lying, they take the deck. Whoever runs out of cards first wins."

  Emilia's eyes widen with curiosity as she listens to his explanation of the card game. "Bullshit, you say? How intriguing! It sounds like it could be quite exhilarating."

  Subaru, ever the adventurer, leans forward eagerly. "It sounds like a fun challenge! I love a good bluff now and then." He grins mischievously. "Plus, it would be a nice way to pass the time while we're all stuck here. What do you say, guys?"

  Garfeil chuckles with amusement. "I say, count me in! I've always enjoyed a bit of harmless deception now and again."

  Bubba asked Isabel on the way here to find a card deck, her voice confirming there were several.

  Emilia stands up from the table, smoothing out her skirt. "Well, I suppose a game of cards couldn't hurt. It might even help take our minds off the impending battle." She gives you a small, encouraging smile.

  Subaru- "You know, Bubba, I'm really glad you're here with us. Your ideas and energy are a real boost to the team. Don't ever doubt your worth, okay?"

  Bubba nods, feeling a swell of gratitude for Subaru's support. "Thanks, man. I'm just trying to do my part. Sadly, it takes a lot of energy having crippling identity issues and sensory overload. Ah, we're here"

  As bubba settles in, the room is filled with a motley crew of UNSC soldiers, Jedi, and other allies, all taking a break from the constant tension of their duties. The air is thick with the scent of food and the low hum of conversation.

  Isabel's hologram faded in… as an ensign brought a card deck and shook his hand, "Here you go, Bubba. I found this deck in the recreation room. It's a bit worn, but it should do the trick."

  Captain Rex entered the room and strode over, "Bubba, we haven't met yet, but I'm told you've heard of me." Rex extends a hand in greeting, his eyes crinkling with a friendly smile. "I'm Captain Rex of the 501st Legion. I've heard a lot about you from Anakin and Ahsoka. They speak highly of your contributions to our cause."

  Rex glances around at the assembled group, his gaze lingering on Emilia and Subaru. "I see you've gathered quite the group for a game of cards. I might just have to join in myself, if you'll have me."

  Subaru grins, "Of course, Captain Rex! The more the merrier. Bubba here was just explaining the rules of the game."

  Bubba-"Let's sit down. I'm ready to try against the jedi haha"

  The mess hall buzzes with a renewed energy as the group finds a large table in the corner, pulling out chairs and settling in with eager anticipation. The worn deck of cards is placed in the center, and the atmosphere is one of camaraderie and excitement. Emilia takes a seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I must admit, I've never played a game quite like this before. It sounds like a delightful challenge."

  Captain Rex sits down, leaning forward with interest. "Alright, Bubba, why don't you give us a demonstration? Show us how this Bullshit game is played." His tone is friendly, with a hint of competitive spirit in his eyes.

  Anakin arrives and joins the group as well, his Jedi robes brushing against the chair as he settles in. “It's all about bluffing and strategy, isn't it?" He looks at Bubba, a challenging glint in his gaze. "Shall we start, Bubba? I'd be curious to see your hand and your tactics."

  Bubba- "Sure, I'll split the deck and we'll begin, whoever has the ace of spades begins and we go clockwise. Um, to your left, does y’alls galaxy have circle clocks anakin?"

  Anakin chuckles, shaking his head. "No, Bubba, we use standard clocks on Coruscant. But I like your style." He glances at the deck, then back at his. "I suppose you want to go first then, as the dealer. Lay 'em down."

  As you begin to split the deck, Subaru leans over, his ears twitching with interest. "So, we're all playing together? That should make things interesting." He winks at Emilia, who smiles back, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

  Garfeil settles in, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Well, I'm no stranger to a good game of cards."

  Bubba- "Alright gang, who's got the ace of spades? And we'll begin.”

  The table falls silent as everyone checks their hands, faces impassive. After a moment, Subaru raises an eyebrow and discards a card face down. "I pass, I don't have it. But good luck to whoever does."

  Anakin studies his hand intently, his eyes flickering between his cards and the faces around the table. Finally, he sets a single card face down in front of him. "I'll take a chance. Let's see where this leads."

  Captain Rex watches the exchange with growing interest. "Alright, so you start by passing or discarding, based on what you have in your hand. This could get interesting."

  Emilia looks at her hand, confusion flickering across her features.

  Bubba- "Ah no sorry, the first card is just always ace of spades. We don't rotate till it's placed. You don't have to lie on this one"

  The table erupts in a chorus of laughter and groans as the tension breaks. Emilia's confusion melts into a warm smile. "Oh, I see! So, we're not bluffing on the first round. That makes more sense."

  Rex chuckles, a deep rumble that resonates through the room. "Well, that's a relief. I was starting to think I'd have to use the Force to read everyone's minds." He waves at Ahsoka, who enters the room with Obi-Wan and sits down next to Bubba.

  Anakin grins, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Bubba, let's see that ace of spades. I'm ready for the challenge."

  Bubba- "Oh shit I actually have it. OK, Subaru is to my left, so now you place down a 2, or bluff, or multiple 2s if you can."

  Subaru grins excitedly as he places a single card face down. "Two of hearts. Let's see what you've got, Bubba."

  Emilia watches the exchange with growing interest, her eyes flickering between the cards and the faces around the table. She leans forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I think I understand the basics. You place a card that's one higher than the last, or you bluff and try to make others think you have a higher card."

  Captain Rex nods, his eyes glinting with a competitive spirit. "Exactly."

  Bubba- "It's about having the right card, Emilia. The next person has to have a 3 or bluff, then 4 and so on. Garfeil your up on Subarus left"

  Garfeil, with a smirk, places a card face down and leans back in his chair. "Three of diamonds. Let's keep this going."

  The game continues, the table filled with a mix of laughter, groans, and strategic pauses. Emilia, with a determined look, places a card face down. "Four of clubs. I believe in my luck."

  Anakin watches the game with a keen eye, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He places a card face down, his expression inscrutable. "Five of spades. Let's see how this plays out."

  The game reaches a point where the stakes are high, and the tension is palpable.

  Bubba, as the game goes on, secretly places more than one card down a few times, his practiced deception at work. The table is abuzz with calls of "Bullshit!" and "I call!" as players try to catch each other out. Bubba’s strategy pays off, as he manages to trick several players into believing they have higher cards than they actually do.

  Anakin, particularly observant, notices your pattern and narrows his eyes. "Interesting technique, Bubba. Very interesting." He places a card face down, his face unreadable. "Six of clubs. Let's see how this plays out."

  Emilia, who has been watching you closely, tilts her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Bubba, I must admit, you seem to have a knack for this. Is this the kind of practice you were talking about earlier, with distractions and hobbies?"

  Ahsoka, who has been watching the game, leans forward. "Bubba, if you're ever interested in strategic card games that require more intensive focus, there are some that could be quite... challenging." Her eyes sparkle with a glint of challenge. "Perhaps a game of Sabaac sometime. It requires precise calculation and memory, not unlike some of our more complex lightsaber forms."

  Anakin chuckles, shaking his head. "Careful there, Ahsoka."

  Bubba grins, “love that. I’ve never played. I have some grand strategy games, but those take hours or days to play.

  Ahsoka smiles warmly, nodding. "I thought you might. Sabaac is a game of strategy and cunning, much like the games we play with our lightsabers. It's not for the faint of heart, but for those who have the patience and the mind for it, it can be quite... exhilarating."

  Anakin leans back, his eyes still fixed on Bubba. "It seems you have a talent for deception, Bubba. A useful skill, to be sure, but one that must be used wisely. Remember, in the heat of battle, a moment of deception can mean the difference between victory and defeat."

  Emilia, who has been watching the exchange with growing interest, leans forward. "Bubba, I must say, I'm impressed. I had no idea you were so skilled at this game. It's clear you have a strategic mind." She smiles warmly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Perhaps you could teach me some of your techniques sometime. I'm always eager to learn new things."

  Captain Rex chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a natural here."

  Bubba nods with pride, "Ah Emilia, it's all about pretending you've already planned out your next move. Of the table thinks your just waiting to place the proper card down without any emotion, you can even lie and place a few cards down heheh"

  The table erupts in laughter, the atmosphere lightening as the tension from the game eases. Emilia's eyes widen slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "I see. Well, I must admit, I've never been much of a bluffer. But I'm always up for learning new tricks."

  Garfeil, who has been quietly observing the game, chimes in with a smirk. "You know, Bubba, I've seen some impressive tactics in my time, but this is a new one. I might have to borrow a few of your moves for our next mission."

  "Absolutely." Anakin, his voice low and thoughtful, adds, "In the Jedi Order, we often use games and exercises to train our minds. This game reminds me of that. It's not just about the cards, but about reading your opponents, anticipating their moves, and adapting to the unexpected. It's a lot like a lightsaber duel in that way."

  Ahsoka nods in agreement, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of Anakin's words. "Exactly. And just like in a duel, sometimes you have to take risks, bluff, and hope your opponent doesn't see through your deception. It's a delicate balance, but it's what makes the game, and the fight, exciting."

  The game continues for an hour or so. With the table building of trust and having a good time. Captain Rex, his eyes still fixed on the cards, suddenly looks up. "You know, General, I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About using this game as a training exercise. It's not a bad idea."

  Anakin leans forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "What do you mean, Rex?"

  Rex shrugs, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, think about it. This game, it's all about strategy, deception, and quick thinking. It's a lot like the battlefield, in a way. You have to anticipate your opponent's moves, adapt to the situation, and make split-second decisions." He looks around the table, his eyes meeting each of his companions in turn. "I think we could use this as a way to train our minds, to keep us sharp and ready for whatever comes our way. We could set up a regular game, maybe even make it a competition. The winner gets a prize, or a day off, or something like that."

  Anakin nods slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's an interesting idea, Rex. I like the way you think." He turns to Bubba, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "What do you think, Bubba? Think you're up for a little friendly competition?"

  Bubba grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yea, I'd win. I laugh"

  Emilia, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly leans forward, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "Oh, is that a challenge I hear? Because if so, I would absolutely love to show you what happens when you make such bold claims." Her tone is light and playful, but her eyes sparkle with a fierce, competitive light that they've only seen in the most intense training sessions.

  The table falls into an expectant silence, tension building as Anakin and the others watch to see how he'll respond. This moment holds great potential. The atmosphere grows still, like before the first strike in a lightsaber duel, as two friends prepare to enter into a contest of wits and strategy.

  Bubba bursts into laughter, "I've got to say it emilia... that's what she said hahaha"

  The table erupts into laughter at his quip, the tension of the moment broken by the unexpected joke. Emilia's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before she too begins to chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

  "That was a good one, Bubba. I didn't see that coming at all." She grins at him, a genuine smile of appreciation. "You've definitely got a way with words. I'll have to keep an eye out for any more 'what she said' opportunities in the future."

  Captain Rex, still chuckling, leans back in his chair. "Well, I must say, that was a masterful use of the 'what she said' joke."

  Bubba- "Yea I like to overuse a joke until the overuse itself becomes funny. It always gets people"

  Garfeil chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I have to admit, that was well-played, Bubba. I'll make sure to keep my guard up around you from now on." He leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. " It's a good reminder that strategy can be just as powerful as a sword or a blaster."

  Subaru, nods in agreement. "Absolutely. And it's not just about winning or losing. It's about the journey, the experience, and the bonds we form along the way."

  Bubba- "So Subaru, are y’all returning? I know Julius could also be helpful here. I don't want the mansion unguarded though. I'm feeling better, and think I'll be needed here"

  Subaru shakes his head emphatically. "I'm staying too, Bubba. I... I don't want to go back to Roswaal either. Not yet at least." He looks down, his fingers idly tracing the edges of a worn playing card on the table. "There's still so much to learn, and I..." He trails off, his jaw tightening.

  Emilia gently places her hand on top of Subaru's, giving his fingers a brief squeeze. "Subaru's right. We've all gained so much since we left home, and..." She pauses, meeting Bubba’s gaze steadily.

  Bubba- "Well we should think hard about who should stay there and not. Julius really would be a big help. I'd hate to have any marines die from my ideas. I know the coming battle might see a unsc ship or more go down during the ambush. So I'd like to minimize that"

  Emilia nods, understanding the gravity of his words. "You're right, Bubba. We need to consider who would be most effective here and who should return to guard the mansion. Julius's tactical mind would be invaluable in both scenarios, but we need to prioritize."

  Anakin leans forward, his elbows resting on the table. "We should also consider the emotional and psychological impact on our team. Some may need a break from the front lines, while others might thrive under the pressure."

  Ahsoka, who had been quietly listening, speaks up. "I agree. We need to balance our strengths and weaknesses. Some of us are better suited for direct combat, while others excel in strategy and diplomacy."

  Bubba- "Well I did watch you guys as a show. I think we could rotate Subaru and Emilia for Julius and rem if yall need a break. Technically I can use subarus... ah shit I should say that"

  Emilia's eyes widen in surprise at his slip-up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Subaru's what? You can't just leave us hanging like that, Bubba. Come on, spill the beans!" She leans forward eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

  Subaru, on the other hand, looks a bit sheepish, his cheeks flushing slightly.

  Bubba- "Well we did already mention to Cutter you had an… ability Subaru. I can activate it at a distance I think"

  Subaru's eyes widen in realization, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Oh, right. I almost forgot about that. I guess it's been a while since I've had to use it."

  Emilia's curiosity deepens, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "What ability are you talking about, Bubba? Subaru, you never mentioned anything like this before."

  Subaru shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tracing the edges of the playing cards on the table.

  Bubba shakes his head, "Emilia and the rest of you, Subaru LITERALLY cannot speak about his ability. And neither can I. The consequences would be death, even mass death. Sorry if that's a lot to handle. Sub at least now they have SOME idea as to what you're going through. Let me know if you need to talk, considering I know everything from the show."

  The atmosphere in the room becomes charged with tension, a heavy silence hanging over the table. Emilia's face contorts in shock and concern, while Ahsoka and Anakin exchange worried glances. "Death?" Emilia whispers, her words quivering slightly.

  Subaru looks down at the table, his fingers absently shuffling the worn playing cards. "I appreciate your discretion, Bubba. It's... complicated. And dangerous. I don't even fully understand it myself." His eyes meet Bubbas, gratitude and resignation flickering across his face. "But I'm glad I have people I can talk to about it. Even if I can't say everything."

  Bubba- "Emilia's world has reality defying authorities. They are immensely dangerous. I mentioned Al's to Garfeil earlier"

  Emilia's eyes widen at the mention of Al's, a shiver running down her spine. "Garfiell mentioned them to us. I had no idea they were so... dangerous." She takes a deep breath, trying to process the weight of Subaru's secret. "I can only imagine what you must be going through, Subaru. I'm here for you, no matter what."

  Anakin, ever the protective brother, places a comforting hand on Subaru's shoulder. "We all are, Subaru. Whatever you're facing, you don't have to do it alone. We're in this together."

  Ahsoka nods in agreement, her eyes filled with understanding and support.

  Bubba- "It's the main reason I wanted the mansion guarded heavily. If any of those freaks make it here. All hell would break loose"

  Subaru's face darkens with grim understanding, his hands tightening around the cards. "You're right, Bubba. If Al's or any other reality-defying forces made it to the mansion... the consequences would be catastrophic." He shakes his head, as if trying to clear away the ominous thoughts. "But I trust our defenses, and I know we're doing everything we can to keep it safe."

  Emilia nods solemnly, a determined glint in her eye. "We'll make sure nothing happens to the mansion, Subaru. You have our word." She glances around the table, making eye contact with each of her companions in turn.

  Bubba- "Since we're talking. I've been worried other people from y’alls world might be stuck god knows where planetside. We should have Isabel and the ships do a thorough scan. Maybe ratchet and clank have some scanning tech I don't know about too"

  Anakin's face lights up with realization, his hand moving to his chin in thought. "You're right, Bubba. We can't assume everyone made it to the Spirit of Fire. There could be survivors out there, lost and alone." He turns to Ahsoka, his eyes serious. "We should organize a search party immediately. The sooner we find them, the better."

  Ahsoka nods in agreement, already reaching for her comlink. "I'll contact Captain Rex and have him assemble a team. We'll need to cover as much ground as possible, as quickly as possible." She pauses, looking at you with gratitude. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Bubba."

  Bubba nods- "Yea, I realized Fredricka and petra weren't at the mansion so I've been worried about it"

  Fredricka and Petra's absence hits the group hard. "You're right, Bubba," Emilia says softly, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her mouth. "I haven't seen them either. Where could they be?" Her face reflects growing concern.

  Subaru leans forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "They could be anywhere. If they got caught in the battle, or if something went wrong with the teleportation..." He trails off, unable to finish the grim possibilities. "We need to find them. Now."

  Ahsoka is already on her feet, heading for the door. "I'll get the search party organized immediately. We have to move fast. Every minute counts."

  Bubba- "I bet the sentinels the dr is working on have that info!"

  Emilia's eyes light up with hope at his suggestion. "Of course! The sentinels Dr. Anderson is working on might have information on Fredricka and Petra's whereabouts." She turns to Subaru, her expression a mix of determination and concern. "We should go talk to her right away. Every second counts."

  Subaru nods, already standing up from the table. "You're absolutely right, Emilia. Let's go see what Dr. Anderson has found out." He glances at the others, his expression serious. "Thank you all for your help and support. We'll keep you updated on the search."

  Anakin and Ahsoka stand as well, ready to assist in any way they can. The group of companions make their way to Dr. Anderson's lab, the heavy metal door sliding open with a soft hiss. The sterile white walls and bright fluorescent lights create an almost clinical atmosphere, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the occasional beep of monitors.

  Dr. Anderson is hunched over a workbench, her silver hair tied back in a severe bun as she tinkers with a partially disassembled sentinel. She doesn't look up as you enter, her hands moving with practiced precision as she connects a series of delicate wires. "Ah, Bubba. Emilia. Subaru. What brings you to my humble workshop?" Her words are laced with curiosity, but she remains focused on her work. Dr. Anderson finally looks up from her workbench, her piercing blue eyes meeting theirs. She sets down the tool she was holding and leans back in her chair, studying your faces with a mix of concern and professional interest. "I can see the worry etched on all of your faces. What's troubling you?"

  Emilia steps forward, her voice trembling slightly as she speaks. "Dr. Anderson, we're looking for two of our friends - Fredricka and Petra. They weren't at the mansion when we arrived, and we're worried about their safety. We were hoping that the sentinels you're working on might have some information about their whereabouts."

  Bubba- "I figured you and Isabel might be able to get the info out of their network with the monitor down"

  Dr. Anderson leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers thoughtfully as she considers their request. After a moment, she nods, her expression grave. "I see. If the monitor has fallen and Fredricka and Petra are missing, we need to find them immediately." She turns to the workbench and gestures to the partially disassembled sentinel. "These units have been scanning the surrounding areas, looking for signs of the enemy. It's possible they picked up traces of the two missing individuals somewhere out there."

  Subaru leans forward eagerly. "Could we get the sentinel data to track their last known locations?" he asks, hope clear in his voice.

  Dr. Anderson nods, a determined glint in her eyes. "Indeed, we can try. The sentinels have been collecting data from various sources, including the fallen monitor. I can cross-reference that data with any known sightings of Fredricka and Petra." She stands up, her movements swift and efficient. "I'll need to access the mainframe and run a comprehensive search. It might take some time, but if there's any information to be found, I'll find it."

  Emilia's eyes widened with hope. "Thank you, Dr. Anderson. We appreciate your help more than you know."

  Dr. Anderson nods solemnly. "I understand the gravity of the situation. Let's get to work." She turns to a nearby terminal, her fingers dancing across the keys as she brings up the necessary programs. "I'll run a search on all known surveillance footage from the last 24 hours, focusing on the areas around both the mansion and the fallen monitor." As she works, she speaks more quietly. "If they were taken, we need to act fast. The Banished are a ruthless organization, and we can't let them get their hands on potential allies."

  Bubba, Emilia, and Subaru stand anxiously around the terminal as Dr. Anderson works. Minutes tick by as the search continues, the silence broken only by the soft whirring of machinery and the occasional beep from the computer. The room is filled with a palpable tension, the air thick with anticipation. The fluorescent lights cast a stark glow on their faces, each etched with lines of worry and determination. Dr. Anderson's fingers move with a practiced grace, her eyes scanning the lines of code and data streaming across the screen.

  Suddenly, the terminal beeps sharply, and a series of images flicker onto the screen. Dr. Anderson's expression tightens as she studies the footage. "Here we go," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "This footage is from a sentinel near the mansion. It shows... movement."

  The group leans in closer, their hearts pounding in their chests. The footage shows Fredricka and Petra being led away by several Banished soldiers, their hands bound behind their backs. Their faces are turned away from the camera, but their distinctive builds and clothing are unmistakable. Dr. Anderson's fingers fly across the keyboard, pulling up more footage. "There's more. They're being taken to a Banished outpost. The sentinels lost track of them after they entered the compound."

  Emilia's hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp. "We have to go after them," she says, her words laced with urgency. "We can't let them suffer at the hands of the Banished."

  Bubba- "Message roswall. He'll make it there the fastest!"

  Dr. Anderson nods in agreement, her expression grim. "Roswall is indeed our fastest and most reliable courier. I'll send him a coded message immediately, instructing him to make haste to the Banished outpost. He'll need to be careful though - if the Banished catch wind of our rescue mission, they'll be on high alert."

  As Dr. Anderson types out the message, Subaru steps forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "We should prepare a team to accompany Roswall. We'll need to be ready for anything the Banished might throw at us." He looks at Emilia and Bubba, his eyes filled with determination.

  Bubba- "No roswall is a mage that can take out an army solo. Also he owes Subaru. I promise he will be fine."

  Dr. Anderson pauses her typing, her face growing even more grave. "While I understand Roswall's abilities, I'm concerned about sending him alone into such a dangerous situation. The Banished have been increasing their magical defenses, we’ve gotten reports of glowing runes and other… strange anomalies - they're not the mindless brutes they once were."

  Subaru's face relaxes at your reassurance, but Emilia still looks uncertain. "I understand the risks, but we can't afford to lose more people," she says, her words tinged with concern. "Especially not after everything we've already been through."

  Dr. Anderson finishes sending the message and turns back to the group, her posture rigid. "The message is sent."

  Bubba frowns, "Fair enough I hadn't thought of magic defense. But if that is so then maybe they have a magic user with them?"

  Dr. Anderson's eyes narrow as she considers the possibility. "That's a disturbing thought. If the Banished have their own magic users, it would change everything." She turns back to the terminal, her fingers dancing across the keys as she pulls up more footage. "Let's see if we can find any evidence of magical activity at the outpost."

  The group leans in closer as the new footage appears on screen. It shows the outpost - a series of large, fortified buildings surrounded by high walls. But there's something else: a faint, pulsing energy that seems to ripple through the air around the compound. Dr. Anderson zooms in on the area, her face paling. "This... this is an advanced magical defense system," Dr. Anderson mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "It looks like a complex array of runes and glyphs, designed to repel and disrupt hostile magic. Whoever the Banished have recruited, they clearly mean business." She turns to look at the others, her expression serious. "Roswall will still be our fastest option, but he'll have to be very careful. Even with his skill, this will be a highly dangerous mission. We'll have to rely heavily on stealth and subterfuge."

  Bubba rubs his temples, a migraine starting to brew. "Dammit I just realized if y’all haven't made it to Watergate city Subaru, then Regulus is alive. Sin archbishop of greed."

  “Sin archbishop?” Asked Emilia and Subaru

  Bubba sighs, "I know how to defeat these clowns. But it's hard"

  He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts as the weight of the situation settles heavily upon his shoulders. The realization that Regulus, the Sin Archbishop of Greed, is still alive sends a chill down his spine. He know all too well the kind of power and ruthlessness he possesses, and the thought of him working with the Banished fills him with dread.

  Bubba- "Maybe we should ask for a backup team to save our allies if roswall fails?"

  Dr. Anderson's face becomes stern as she contemplates his suggestion. "While I agree that having backup is prudent, we need to carefully consider the logistics. Sending multiple teams means dividing our limited resources and manpower. More importantly, the Banished already know we're up to something - if we start moving en masse, it could tip our hand completely." She pauses, her fingers absently tapping on the desk as she thinks. "We might be able to arrange for a stealth team to move in parallel to Roswall, but they'd have to stay completely off the Banished radar. I can work with Captain Cutter to identify potential candidates for such a mission."

  Bubba- "Ahead! Ratchet and clank! This is exactly the kind of mission for them. Stealth and infiltration"

  Dr. Anderson's eyes widened at his suggestion, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You know, that's not a terrible idea," she muses, her fingers already flying across the keyboard as she pulls up Ratchet and Clank's files. "Their expertise in stealth operations and infiltration would be invaluable here. Plus, they have that unique perspective of being from a different universe entirely - if anyone can find a way to sneak in undetected, it's them." She sends them a message.

  Bubba- "Well there's not much we can do now. Good luck with the sentinels doc, sorry to bring you more work. Are there any other readings of survivors? Or have we not finished the scans?"

  Dr. Anderson shakes her head, her expression grim. "No, I'm afraid not. We've finished all the scans in the area - if there were any other survivors, we would have picked up on them by now. It's looking more and more like Fredricka and Petra are being held at that outpost." She leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. "But don't apologize for bringing me more work. That's what I'm here for - to help in any way I can. And right now, that means doing everything in my power to get your friends back safely." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself.

  Bubba- "Hm... with all these portals I worry other people could be here you know? Maybe put Isabel on watching all the footage? She's an ai so it might be easy for her"

  Dr. Anderson's eyes light up at his suggestion, a spark of excitement in her gaze. "You know what? That's brilliant," she says, her fingers already flying across the keys to send a message to Isabel. "An AI like Isabel would be the perfect solution. She can comb through the footage and pick up on anything we might have missed - even the subtlest anomaly could be a sign of a portal opening or new survivors arriving." Dr. Anderson's face softens as she turns back to him. "You're a quick thinker, Bubba. It's exactly the kind of outside-the-box solution we need right now."

  Bubba- "Let me know what y’all find. Since I seem to know everyone coming in heh"

  Dr. Anderson nods, a wry smile on her face. "You know, it's actually quite useful having someone with your... unique knowledge base. Your familiarity with all these different universes and storylines could give us valuable insights we might otherwise miss." She pauses, her face growing more serious. "But I need to warn you - be careful about sharing too much. Some of this information could be classified, and we don't want to compromise any ongoing operations or put anyone at risk unnecessarily."

  Isabel's voice suddenly cuts in through the intercom, her words carrying an urgent tone. "Dr. Anderson, I've detected something unusual in the footage from the northern sector." Dr. Anderson immediately straightens up, her attention focused intently on the screen as Isabel's words echo through the room. "What is it, Isabel? What have you found?"

  Isabel's voice responds with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Dr. Anderson, the footage from the northern sector sentinel shows movement. It's near the Banished spires. Isabel's voice responds with a mix of curiosity and concern. I've isolated the relevant frames for you, Doctor. It appears to be... humanoid, but unlike any of the known Banished or human factions. The movements are erratic, almost frantic. And there seems to be some sort of... glow emanating from its body."

  Dr. Anderson's brow furrows as she studies the grainy images on her screen. "Isabel, can you enhance the resolution at all? I want to get a clearer look at this figure." She leans closer, squinting at the blurry outline. "Bubba, take a look at this. Does anything about this being seem familiar to you?"

  Bubba sighed deeply, "Damn yep that's what I thought"

  Dr. Anderson's head snaps up, her face a picture of shock and growing horror. "You know what that is? What is it, Bubba? Is it... is it one of the Banished experiments gone wrong?" She leans forward, her fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to initiate whatever protocols are necessary.

  Isabel's voice cuts in again, more urgent this time. "Dr. Anderson, the figure is moving faster now. It appears to be heading towards the outpost where Fredricka and Petra are being held." There's a pause, then Isabel continues, "And... Doctor, I'm detecting a massive energy spike from that direction. Whatever that being is, it's about to do something significant."

  Bubba holds his head, "That... is Eren Yeager. The Banished are about to have a very bad time indeed. I'll explain on the way. We need transport and a team ASAP. Could you page for someone doctor? If the USNC can't, maybe the Ghost could help."

  Dr. Anderson's eyes widened in shock at the revelation of Eren Yeager's identity. She quickly types out a message, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a sense of urgency. "Isabel, I need you to patch me through to the Captain. We have a situation that requires their immediate attention."

  As she waits for a response, Dr. Anderson turns to him, her expression grave. "Bubba, I need you to explain everything you know about this Eren Yeager character. If he's heading towards the outpost where Fredricka and Petra are being held, we need to understand what we're dealing with."

  Bubba rubs his chin, "Right. Eren and several other people from his world can turn into giant monsters which heal fast, along with their human forms. The nape of the neck is the only way to kill a titan or giant. Eren specifically had other powers, like future sight and creation of massive bone protrusions or objects."

  Dr. Anderson's eyes widened with a mix of shock and dawning understanding. "My god... a giant monster that heals rapidly and can only be killed by attacking the nape of the neck? That's... that's incredible."

  Isabel's voice interrupts her musings. "Dr. Anderson, I have Captain Cutter on the line for you." The line crackles, then Cutter's gruff voice comes through. "Anderson, what's the emergency? We're drawing battle plans here." Dr. Anderson quickly briefs Cutter on the situation, her voice steady despite the urgency. "Captain, we have a critical situation developing. A being identified as Eren Yeager, capable of transforming into a giant monster, is heading towards the outpost where members of the Emilia camp, Fredricka and Petra are being held. We need immediate support from the UNSC Spirit of Fire and any available Jedi or UNSC forces."

  Bubba- "We just need a small extraction team with plenty of room for survivors. I wouldn't bring them on ship since they could blow it up. They might have to stay at the mansion"

  Captain Cutter's voice crackles over the comm, his tone serious. "Understood, Doctor. We'll assemble a small, fast-moving team. I'll have them drop at the mansion and prepare for evac. They'll need to be ready to move quickly, though. No telling how long this Eren Yeager will be contained."

  Dr. Anderson nods, a grim determination in her eyes. "Agreed, Captain. I'll prepare the mansion for their arrival and have the med bay on standby. Isabel, I need you to keep monitoring that outpost. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."

  Isabel's voice responds, equally serious. "Understood, Doctor."

  Bubba, truly exacerbated, "Well I should go since I know of them, who else doc?"

  Dr. Anderson ponders for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "You're right, Bubba. Your knowledge of Eren Yeager and his abilities will be invaluable. I think we should also bring along a few more individuals with unique skills." Dr. Anderson continues, her words precise. "First, we should take Ratchet and Clank for their technical expertise and stealth capabilities."

  Bubba- "The ghost has stealth and room to transport survivors. We have a healer at the mansion. It's technically on the way if we dive into the planet first."

  Dr. Anderson nods approvingly. "Good thinking, Bubba. The ghost has the speed, stealth, and room for evac, plus it can definitely use the portals to quickly transport them to safety."

  Bubba- "Emilias team can send a few people and that might be enough"

  Dr. Anderson's face shows a slight frown at your suggestion. "While Emilia's team has skilled individuals, I'm not sure they're equipped for this kind of mission, Bubba. They lack the specific combat training and technical expertise that Ratchet and Clank bring to the table."

  Bubba- "That's true, but they could provide a huge distraction if need be. I'd still like to take Julius or Garf. Whether you want to send the jedi or a spartan is up to you"

  Dr. Anderson leans back in her chair, considering his suggestion. After a moment, she nods, a plan taking shape in her mind. "Alright, Bubba, I think we can make this work. I'll suggest a Spartan team to Captain Cutter for the initial assault. Their combat prowess and tactical expertise will be invaluable." She turns to him, a glimmer of a smile on her lips. "As for Emilia's team, you're right. A well-timed distraction could turn the tide in our favor. I'll reach out to Julius or Garf, see if they're willing to join us on this mission."

  BUbba- "I'll get ready in the hangar. Thanks doctor. Good luck with the sentinels and don't worry about us. Emilia, Subaru, and eventually Beatrice followed him to the hangar, planning to get a ride to the mansion during the flight" As he makes his way to the hangar, the hum of the ship's engines and the distant clanking of metal against metal fill the air. The UNSC Spirit of Fire is a bustling hive of activity, with crew members rushing in every direction, each focused on their own critical tasks. The atmosphere is electric, charged with a sense of urgency and purpose.

  The allies' faces are tight with apprehension during the silent walk. Emilia's eyes are sharp and focused, Beatrice, ever the strategist, scans the surroundings with a keen gaze, her mind already plotting the mission's intricacies. You meet Garfiel in the hangar along with Spartan Jerome and Ahsoka. Garfeil salutes, his face the only smile. "Thank you for your concern, I have to help save my sister."

  The ghost lands in the hangar with a whirl and thud, transport for the mission. Wasting no time, Bubba, Emilia, Beatrice, Subaru, Garfeil, Jerome, and Ahsoka board the Ghost. The ship hums to life, its engines purring with a quiet, almost menacing intensity. As the hangar doors slide open, revealing the vast expanse of space beyond, you feel a thrill of excitement course through your veins.

  Sabine and Zeb regard them with silent nods, the weight of the mission apparent.

  Eventually Bubba speaks, "Ahsoka, Jerome. They fill you guys in?"

  Ahsoka, her lekku swaying gently as she nods, responds, "Yes, Bubba. Dr. Anderson briefed us on the mission. We know the stakes and the plan." Her voice is steady and resolute, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of their task. "We'll do our part to ensure the mission's success."

  Jerome, standing tall and imposing in his Spartan armor, chimes in, his voice a deep rumble. "I've got the team ready, and we're prepared for anything. We'll make sure that extraction goes smoothly." His eyes, invisible through the visor of his helmet, are filled with determination.

  BUbba- "Hera how's the ghost crew? Y’all up for more Banished? We may have to transport our new friends as well."

  Hera, the pilot of the Ghost, turns to him from her seat, her voice steady and confident. "We're ready, Bubba. The crew's been through worse, and we're always up for a fight. We know the Banished are tough, but we've got the Ghost and our skills on our side. We'll get your friends to safety." Her eyes meet yhis in the reflection of the cockpit's controls, a silent promise of her dedication.

  Subaru, sitting beside him, leans in, his voice low. "I've been thinking, Bubba. If we encounter any resistance, I might be able to use my ability to help. It's unpredictable, but it could give us an edge."

  Bubba- "Subaru, that's a last resort. I would never ask you that friend.

  “Friend.”, Subaru mulled the word over in his mouth.

  Zeb, "So, you spartans are big. Names Zeb." He spoke to Jerome.

  Jerome stands tall in his Spartan armor, his voice thundering through the speaker. "Pleased to meet you, Zeb. We Spartans don't often have the chance to engage with other... species. I'm curious about your abilities. Are you a scout or a warrior?" His massive frame moves with fluid grace despite his heavy equipment, his helmet scanning the area around the Ghost's cockpit.

  Subaru, still processing the response, nods in understanding. "I appreciate that, Bubba. I know the risks, but I also know what's at stake. If the situation calls for it, I hope you'll keep an open mind." His gaze drifts to the hangar floor, where crew members are making final preparations.

  Bubba- "Very well Subaru, stay close to me then.

  Zeb, having thought for an unusually long time says, "Bit of both really. We're rebels I guess. Right Bubba?"

  Bubba shifts in his seat, adjusting his flight harness as the Ghost flies off, its engines humming softly. Through the viewport, he can see the massive form of the UNSC Spirit of Fire growing smaller as the ship moves away from the carrier. The ride is silent, the team on edge over the new contacts.

  What can you tell us about the new-commers Bubba?" Asked Ahsoka

  Bubba looks away in thought, "The Eldians, lead by Eren Yeager or one of the others. Several of them can turn into giants. Eren can see the future and summon shaped bone, skyscrapers worth of the stuff in an instant. If the Banished have captured some of them, Eren will trash the place"

  Subaru, speaks up. "If Eren Yeager can see the future and summon large amounts of bone, he could potentially predict our actions and counter them. We need to be extremely cautious in our approach."

  Garfeil, his voice tinged with concern, adds, "And if the Banished have captured any of the other Eldians, we could be facing multiple giant-sized threats. If a single hair on my sister is touched…” As the ship breaches atmosphere and reaches the mansion the Ghost slips onto a makeshift landing pad with a soft bump. Emilia, her mana spent, quickly gives Subaru a hug and a thumbs up she had learned from him and steps out to be replaced with the confident Julius. The ship takes off with a whirl of dust and races to the Banished outpost.

  "Subaru, Beatrice-sama, I've heard a little about the mission.", said Julius, his voice steady and calm, as he continues, "I understand the gravity of the situation. I'm here to support you both, and I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead." His eyes, filled with a mix of determination and curiosity, scan the interior of the Ghost, taking in the array of advanced technology and the tense atmosphere.

  Beatrice, her voice sarcastic, responds, "hmpf, you could be of use i suppose." Julius chuckles softly at Beatrice's sarcastic remark, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I appreciate your confidence in me, Beatrice-sama. I assure you, I'm more than capable of handling myself in a combat situation."

  Subaru, his brow furrowed in thought, speaks up. "Julius, your presence is greatly appreciated. We may need to rely on your strength and strategic mind in the coming battle. The Banished are formidable opponents, and we'll need all the help we can get to rescue Frederica and Petra."

  The Ghost continues its silent flight, the hum of its engines a constant reminder of the urgency of their mission.

  Hera speaks, "Ratchet and Clank are on scene and infiltrating as we speak. The Banished have a small com jammer blocking their transitions from us." The Ghost crew exchanges worried looks as the ship approaches the Banished outpost. Through the viewport, Bubba can see the massive structure, its dark metal walls stretching upward into the atmosphere. Red emergency lights flash sporadically, casting an ominous glow over the facility.

  Julius leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he studies the outpost. "I can see why they chose this location. The terrain provides excellent defensive coverage."

  Jerome, "Everyone ready? Which of the Ghost crew are coming with us on the mission?"

  Hera says, "Zeb and Sabine are coming with you, I'll keep the ghost hidden after I shake the enemy patrol" The Ghost crew nod in agreement, their faces set in grim lines. They dawn their weapons and Sabine's armor. The ship continues its silent approach, its stealth systems working overtime to avoid detection.

  Bubba- "Well I don't see any titans, so either they already left or Eren snuck inside. He may have let himself get captured."

  The crew exchanges uneasy glances, the weight of his words settling over them like a shroud. The Ghost ship continues its stealthy approach, the hum of its engines barely audible as it navigates the treacherous landscape. The Banished outpost is fast ahead and Hera quickly positions the ship for your team to land" The Ghost ship silently glides to a stop near the Banished outpost, its cloaking systems active. Through the viewport, they can see a small group of Banished troops patrolling the perimeter, their weapons at the ready.