Chatterbox

Republic Navy,

21st Galactic Marines(formerly),

212th Attack Battalion(formerly),

Doom's Unit(formerly)

5387 Chatterbox was a clone trooper who served in the 101st, 21st Galactic Marines, and 212th Attack Battalion, until he ultimately left active duty to serve as an advisor to Republic forces. After serving as an advisor through several grueling missions, he has entered semi-retirement. He now primarily acts within the navy, as a Doctor.

Chatterbox at first served with the 21st, but resigned from the 21st after he evaluated himself of being unfit for active duty due to an unsound mind. After doing so, a medic within the 104th treated him and provided medication. With this medication, Chatterbox was fit for duty again, this time within the 101st. After spending some time in the 101st, Chatterbox was accepted as a Medic.

His Medic skills got him noticed by Commander Cody, who personally invited him to the 212th. After spending a long time as a medic, Chatterbox transitioned to heavy. After experiencing significant trauma, he was sent to Kamino where he was prescribed an experimental drug. Fit for duty, he rejoined the 212th and became a medic once again. Due to his medical experience, Cody appointed him Lead Medic of the 212th. After demonstrating his leadership capabilities as Lead Medic and a Sergeant, Chatterbox was made a 212th Colonel.

After several months spent leading the 212th, Chatterbox abruptly left the 212th and joined Doom's Unit. He only briefly served with them however, before joining the Galactic Marines. Chatterbox served well in the brutal tactics of the Marines, until he was offered a position in the wider military as an Advisor. Chatterbox would spend his down time in between planning missions and tracking Confederacy movements as a Naval Medical personnel.

Eventually, the pain of sending good troopers to their deaths became too much, and he resigned his advisor commission. Chatterbox now instead focuses upon using his medical experience to save lives.

## *Biography*

Chatterbox was one of the final phase 1 Clones produced before the switch to Phase 2. His training finished a mere month before the switch to Phase 2. Chatterbox's training on Kamino was characterized by him struggling with discipline at first. He failed the citadel a few times due to inadequate teamwork.

However, after remedial training, Chatterbox did a complete 180 and gained an appreciation for working as a team. After this, Chatterbox and his batch easily passed the citadel. Chatterbox came out of Kamino a chatty Clone, gaining his call sign with his incessant talking. Transferring to the Valkyrie, he performed well in simulations and events and would eventually try out for the 21st Nova Corps.

Within the Nova Corps Chatterbox performed well, if not exceptional. He did nothing to impress and was not promoted. But Chatterbox was set to stick with them, hoping to climb the ranks. This all changed after Chatterbox's experience with the Heralds of The Devourer. The Heralds of the Devourer were an extremist cult devoted to the Dark Side and, more specifically, the ancient Sith Darth Nihilus. Some of them were Force Sensitive, but those that were not were no less dangerous. If anything, they were more so, because many skilled medical experts were amongst the Heralds' ranks, and the Heralds were able to procure many dangerous hallucinogenic drugs.

### Cracking

*"Ah, hello there. Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you doing this?"*

-Chatterbox, speaking to a hallucination as it impaled him.

The Heralds would incite many subversive acts against the Republic and the Clones of the Valkyrie Venator were sent on several missions against them. During these missions, Clones were exposed to a hallucinogenic drug. They hallucinated invisible enemies, impaled bodies, and pike wielding ghosts resembling Darth Nihilus. All of which killed brothers, over and over and over. Of course this was only the drug inducing seizures within clones. But it was all real to Chatterbox, and after seeing his brothers die over and over and over, he broke.

During the second deployment under the effects of the drug, Chatterbox did not use his gun. He left it in the barracks. Why would he, these spirits were invincible! Instead he did what he did best. He talked. Whenever a hallucination would appear he greeted them like an old friend, politely asking them to not kill him.

After the mission was over, Chatterbox nearly cracked when told that it was all due to a drug. In a small instant of sanity, Chatterbox resigned from the 21st due to being unfit for active duty, due to having an unsound mind. He then went to the medic bay for treatment. A medic from the 104th Wolf Pack, nicknamed John, treated Chatterbox and prescribed Vitalin. These pills subdued his hallucinations and other symptoms, but it still took him about a month to be fit for active duty. During this time, Chatterbox memorized the 101st regimental manual. Now fit for active duty, Chatterbox was back to being his friendly, chatty self. With a habit of quoting the manual.

With Chatterbox returned to active duty, he participated in what seemed a standard mission. He performed normally during the majority of it, but suffered a relapse at the tail end. Downing all his pills in desperation to make it stop, Chatterbox fled to the waiting LAATs and nervously shifted all the way back to the Valkyrie. When they got back, Chatterbox calmed down in briefing as the meds worked their wonders. Afterwards, he went to the medic bay and got his pills refilled by a 41st medic.

### Recovering

While there he struck up a conversation with SGT Cutiepie of the 101st. Having grown to appreciate medics over the course of his *'condition',* Chatterbox mentioned the possibility of becoming one. Cutie immediately put him through training, which Chatterbox took well to. After completing the beginning course, Chatterbox was certified a Trainee Medic, only needing some actual field experience to qualify as a full medic.

Appreciating the ability to restock his own pills, Chatterbox quickly became an official medic after 1 mission. Chatterbox uses his new *"*power*"* to mess with his patients. Quips such as, "I can't remember if I cleaned this syringe or not," soon became a common. But despite his joking demeanor, Chatterbox was a legitimately qualified medic. Some patients may have come away doubting the effectiveness of his treatments. But whatever bad joke Chatterbox said, he always did his job as well as he could.

After spending some time as a 101st medic, Chatterbox would distinguish himself on a mission. During this mission the 212th lacked medics and Chatterbox would fill the gap, keeping many a 212th trooper alive (despite their best attempts to get themselves killed). This would gain the notice of Commander Cody, who personally invited Chatterbox to the 212th. While Chatterbox had banned himself from applying to any battalions after he deemed himself unfit to serve in the 21st, this invitation was a great honor. Chatterbox accepted and was made a 212th medic.

### The Battle of Teratus

*"Quit whining you babies! Thyferra wishes it had half the bacta us medics are throwing out! We'll live through this yet!"*

-Chatterbox mid-airstrike.

By Chatterbox's luck, his entry into the 212th would quickly be tested by a trial by fire. The 212th, along with the other battalions of the Valkyrie Venator, were deployed to Teratus and stationed to guard Bunker 5. What started as boring guard duty turned into a desperate fight for survival, as countless droid waves were thrown at Bunker 5. The 212th, as well as the 327th and 41st, took many casualties, but the clankers couldn't crack Bunker 5. Chatterbox's copious usage of bacta played a part in keeping many clones alive.

But the separatists grew tired of figuratively throwing metal at Bunker 5 and started doing it literally. The CIS pounded Bunker 5 with heavy artillery fire. Copious usage of bacta grenades by medics such as Chatterbox kept some clones alive, but the artillery fire never let out. Many Napalm Shells fell on Bunker 5, mixed in with the regular artillery. The final shell blasted Chatterbox to safety and he dumped most of his remaining bacta into himself. The Bacta stabilized Chatterbox and kept him alive. But even Bacta isn't infallible, and the Napalm left an everlasting mark on Chatterbox.

Chatterbox was fit for duty again after a week in a bacta tank, but the scars of Bunker 5 would never fully heal.

### Lasers in the Snow

The 212th was deployed to a city on a cold planet, with a mission to defend the city. Despite it being mostly abandoned, there was still enough electricity to run the city's trolleys. The 212th being the 212th decided to board one and had a lovely ride. However this ride led straight into CIS territory. The other 212th bailed before they got close to the droid lines, but Chatterbox obliviously stayed on. This sent him rocketing straight past a CIS guard post and right into the droid's rear.

Chatterbox took this opportunity to slowly and methodically take out the 30 strong droid guard post. When some 41st charged in, the droid guard count was in the single digits. Chatterbox would fall in with the 41st and some other troopers, falling back into a support role as a medic. However Chatterbox is not a clone gifted with a good sense of direction and would become separated from the larger force again. Not completely alone however...

Going off the beaten path in an attempt to link up with the 212th, Chatterbox found valley pass filled to the brim with droids. Chatterbox began to slowly thin the herd and two 21st linked up with him, lending their guns to assist. With the help of 1879 CrowBoy and 7557 Why, the three clones cleared a path through the droids and came across a prison center.

A burning, panicked prisoner ran out of the prison facility only to burn to death at Chatterbox's feet. As much as this made him burn to rush in and start blasting, the only way to do this without getting killed was slowly and carefully. The 3 clones slowly bled the prison guards until the path to the cells was open. By the time reinforcements arrived, the 3 had cleared the majority of the guards. Rushing into the facility interior, the now reinforced clones ran roughshod over the remaining droids, but found only empty cells.

They had been too slow.

Chatterbox ended the mission with 74 confirmed kills. Chatterbox would return to *The Valkyrie* with the city successfully defended, but the taste of failure in his mouth nonetheless. For their exceptional performance in the line of duty, Chatterbox, CrowBoy, and Why were each recommended by Master Kit Fisto. Commander Cody would promote Chatterbox to the rank of Specialist. Soon after, the promotion to Lance Corporal came.

### Relapse

Chatterbox went with the 212th to a cold icy planet. During the mission he experienced a relapse and had a seizure. Because of this, another medic had to carry Chatterbox off the battlefield. While he was recovering Chatterbox kicked his dependency on Vitalin.

### Tunnel Rats

> *"Is that the best you got?!"*
>
>

*-Chatterbox after he, 5961 Cheddar, and 4060 Walleye fended off a Deathwatch Commander.*

5387 Chatterbox would deploy to a unspecified desert planet after recovering from his relapse. The mission was an airdrop via LAAT into an arena, pursuing a Deathwatch Commander with orders to kill. But it was a trap, the second clones stepped off the LAATs Deathwatch popped out of hiding. Everyone was in the open with no cover, so Chatterbox took charge and yelled out, *"Run to the tunnels!"* 5961 Cheddar of the 212th and 4060 Walleye of the 501st followed him into the tunnels. Meanwhile the Clone Advisor ordered the LAATs to take off, leaving many clones stranded.

While the clones that retreated to the Venator tried to organize a rescue operation, Chatterbox, Cheddar, and Walleye holed up in the tunnel and prepared to hold out for reinforcements. Minutes felt like hours as Chatterbox used every drop of bacta he could to keep Cheddar and Walleye alive. The Deathwatch Commander himself came with a flamethrower to try to burn them out, but judicious use of bacta grenades kept them alive through it and sustained fire forced the Deathwatch Commander to retreat. Chatterbox's armor got pretty scorched and his burn scars from Bunker 5 started to itch terribly, but nobody died.

Eventually reinforcements arrived and from then on it was a pretty standard clearing operation as the 3 survivors fell in with the other clones. The only further notable event was when Mace Windu found the Deathwatch Commander and ordered a capture, not a kill. It took Chatterbox a few more seconds then the other clones for him to put his gun on safety. But the Deathwatch Commander was taken to the Venator and executed.

Chatterbox smiled when he heard the blaster shots.

### W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad

As part of a reorganization of the 212th, Chatterbox was assigned as the squad leader of W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad, a 3 man squad consisting of him, LCPL 1567 Longshot and SPC 5961 Cheddar. W.H.I.S.P.E.R was an abbreviation for Wound. Heal. Infiltrate. Secure. Protect. Evacuate. Raid, a list of the squad's capabilities. W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad's first operation would take them to a desert planet, with orders to capture or kill a Trandoshan politician.

W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad would be at the vanguard of the attack, scouting out an island fortress and being one of the first to find the main CIS base. At the base, the Trandoshan politician was found. Due to what he knew of Trandoshans and expecting further CIS attacks, Chatterbox declared the Trandoshan a threat and ordered him executed, which W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad carried out.

Afterwards *heavy* CIS attacks ensued, with countless drop pods and harassment from Hyena bombers. Many clones lost their lives there, but Chatterbox's leadership kept W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad alive, though wounded. When the evac order was given by the Clone Advisor, Chatterbox gave the order for W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad to board the LAATs and W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad made it back safely to the Valkyrie Venator.

After several missions, the other two members of W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad were both promoted, with 1567 Longshot being promoted to Corporal and 5961 Cheddar gaining the rank of Lance Corporal.

### Naboo Defense

The 212th, consisting of 5387 Chatterbox, 1020 Lady, 5961 Cheddar, 5867 Card, and 8888 Solar, were deployed to a Nabooan city after the Valkyrie Venator received a distress call from a Naboo senator. The city came under heavy CIS drop pod attack, but the Valkyrie clones dealt with them handily. Air support was provided by clone pilots using Naboo starfighters, whose bombs blasted many a droid.

The Valkyrie clones found two senators, but one was already dead. The second was placed under heavy guard and escorted to evac, but the guard failed to take down an assassin droid. Said droid placed a laser bolt into the senator's skull, placing him in a coma. The senator would die of his wounds on the Valkyrie. Despite the senator's death, the operation as a whole was considered a success by Chatterbox. The city was held.

### Promotion and Promotion

*"Thank you, sir!"*

-Chatterbox responding to his second promotion.

After returning to the Valkyrie, during debrief something unexpected happened. When time came for promotions and recommendations, many brothers of Chatterbox stood up and personally recommended Chatterbox for promotion. This consisted of the 212th, but also the 327th. Chatterbox was *extremely* grateful to his brothers for their recommendations, and Attack Regimental Commander Bloodwolf promoted Chatterbox to Corporal.

After showcasing his leadership abilities within the 212th and as the W.H.I.S.P.E.R Squad leader, Chatterbox was promoted to Sergeant by Attack Regimental Commander Bloodwolf. Chatterbox was very thankful for this honor and gratefully accepted it. As a Sergeant, a whole new level of responsibility was on Chatterbox's shoulders. He cooled his nerves by chattering on a holocomm to his old friend, Caden. His excited babbling kept the retired clone up late.

### A Friend in Need

After deciding that there was an over saturation of 212th medics, Chatterbox went through heavy training and became a heavy. The heavy training was actually overseen by his former W.H.IS.P.E.R Squad member, Longshot, who had been promoted to Heavy Lead in 212th. Chatterbox was very proud of the ex-W.H.I.S.P.E.R member. However this relatively minor occurrence would quickly be superseded by a crisis of a good friend of his, Staff Sergeant 3456 Preacher.

Staff Sergeant 3456 PREACHER would suffer a sudden severe attack of hallucinations due to PTSD triggered by spice. After holding up in the armory, threatening to blow it sky high with a thermal detonator, PREACHER was escorted by Shock to a cell. Chatterbox along with the rest of the 212th part participated in an improvised group therapy session, where the horrors that PREACHER suffered on Kashyyyk were laid bare. Chatterbox was sympathetic to his brother and did his best to help. Eventually as far as Chatterbox could tell, PREACHER was of sound mind and PREACHER was released from prison. His mind at ease, Chatterbox was ordered to another part of the Valkyrie Venator. The next time Chatterbox saw PREACHER he was back to his old self, running some shinies through the ringer.

Much later while sharing a drink of Shtööhb with PREACHER, Chatterbox would hear the story of how PREACHER took his fellow 212th hostage and held up in the medbay. Chatterbox could only laugh, shake his head, and say, "Brother, we may be clones, but you're one of a kind PREACHER."

The two clones gave a toast to that.

### Fall of the Valkyrie

*"Goodbye Valkyrie..."*

-Chatterbox on the LAAT, as he saw the final shots send the Valkyrie spiraling into a nearby planet.

Chatterbox was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of klaxons, blasterfire, and explosions. The Valkyrie was being boarded, bombarded, and anything else the CIS could do to destroy it. In a frenzy of activity, Chatterbox tried to meet up with the 212th, he was once within spitting distance of Cody. But in the end, despite his best efforts he was separated from his brothers. When the evac order game, Chatterbox made his way to a LAAT and flew out. It happened so fast, he barely had time to register the events that had happened.

Chatterbox, along with the rest of the surviving 212th, landed on a planet where there was a mysterious facility. Many 212th bodies were found around the crash site. The facility had rooms tailor made for each battalion, with the 212th clearing theirs quickly enough. The 212th decided to guard their room and be on the lookout for any further CIS attack. With a moment to breath, a photo was taken by Commander Cody. After the mission, Chatterbox would acquire his own copy, and keep it with him as a lucky charm.

After the photo was taken, Chatterbox would guard the door to the 212th's room, along with Buck. The two would raise the alarm when commando droids attempted to sabotage their fellow clone's advance. Like a vengeful mob, the 212th would swarm out and trash clankers.

Eventually all the survivors were evaced and taken to a Republic base, to await a new Venator.

### Silence

Upon transfer to the new Valkyrie, for a while things were almost peaceful. Chatterbox participated in standard training with his battalion. The Valkyrie drifted through space, no battles, nothing to pass the time but drills upon drills. Of course, this peace was inevitably broken, as all are. But to Chatterbox's utter despair, it would not be Separatists who would end this peace, but some of Chatterbox's dearest friends.

The 212th's morale had been dire for months. For months the 212th had experienced constant fighting and mounting casualties. These problems were exacerbated by the 212th's belief that high command was uncaring, unempathetic, and saw the 212th only as meat for the grinder. The 212th's brotherhood and camaraderie for each other was the only thing keeping them going. But this was a double edged sword. Not only was it keeping them going, many clones such as Chatterbox were completely dependent upon it. So what happens when something breaks the brotherhood?

Several weeks after the christening of the new Valkyrie, a group of 212th troopers made a plan. The weeks upon weeks of peace only tormented the 212th, for they convinced themselves that inevitably their commanders would throw them into a butcher's field like Teratus once again. Like they were just droids to be scrapped. A few troopers decided to demonstrate that they were not just droids.

The first thing Chatterbox heard was the explosions. Then he heard the frenzy of noise that filled the comms after. He desperately tried to parse key words from the cloud of sound. *Suicide. Bombing. **212th.*** He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. Other 212th couldn't either. How could they? How could you understand losing brothers like that? How could you survive your brotherhood being violently ripped to shreds in an instant?

The next thing Chatterbox saw was 3592 Sean throwing himself out of the fighter bay into deep space. If Chatterbox could walk he would have followed. But he couldn't, because he was trapped. Trapped by a hundred dead friends crowding around him. Asking to be saved, begging to be saved. And at their edges, he saw his tormentors. Indeed, only he saw them, for as his friends begged to be saved not one turned their eye to those who wore the masks of death. Not even when they began to move and with blades of crimson light sliced down his friends, one by one, until they begged no more. Only then did they turn his gaze to him and Chatterbox looked back, until he saw nothing but masks and red light.

Chatterbox had a violent epileptic seizure within the hangar bay, his hallucinations completely overtaking him. Shock were forced to subdue him so that he could be sedated by medical personnel. Upon sedation, he was immediately given a large dose of Vitalin once again, and confined to a padded cell to prevent Chatterbox from harming himself. Upon regaining consciousness after several hours, Chatterbox immediately attacked his cell in an attempt to escape. As he futility bashed his arms and head against the pillows he screamed, screamed until his throat was raw. "Let me out! I have to save them! I can still save my brothers!" Chatterbox was sedated again, this time with gas pumped into the cell, and his Vitalin dosage was upped considerably.

Medical personnel were initially optimistic, as after a month of medication and confinement Chatterbox ceased throwing himself at his cell doors and walls. However their optimism was not rewarded. After this initial progress, Chatterbox made no further progress in the months to come. He only sat in his cell, staring directly ahead and not saying a word. After a month of no events in which Chatterbox attempted to harm himself, he was placed within a normal medical room. 1 minute after the medics left his room, Chatterbox attempted to kill himself by violently bashing his head against his room walls. 4019 Caden, a friend of Chatterbox's who had come to visit him, overheard the repeated *thuds* of Chatterbox's head against the wall and placed Chatterbox in a submission hold after rushing in, saving Chatterbox's life. His arms locked by his brother as the medical personnel rushed back, Chatterbox stared at Caden. He said nothing.

Chatterbox remained in this room, the amount of padded rooms were limited and they couldn't continue to have one clone assigned to that one for months on end. Stun cuffs were attached to the bed within Chatterbox's room. The Valkyrie medical personnel decided that they did not have the equipment to treat Chatterbox and they couldn't justify using medical supplies anymore. Chatterbox was transferred to Kamino for better treatment and more extensive care.

The only thing that Chatterbox took was a photograph that he had kept in his armor.

Upon arriving at Kamino, Chatterbox was assigned to a medical room. Chatterbox did not try to kill himself again. Neither did he speak, nor feed himself, nor do anything but stare either at the ceiling or the photograph. The Kaminoans attempted many innovative and experimental treatments, but none were effective. For months and months Chatterbox lived on Kamino. Though, considering how he spent his days, living is not perhaps the most accurate term. Rather, Chatterbox *persisted* on Kamino, hardly living a life, but neither did he end it.

### Return

After the failure of conventional treatment, it was
eventually decided that the Kaminoans would attempt an experimental drug. This
was known as Rytrozine and it was much heavier than the Vitalin Chatterbox has
been assigned previously. This new drug was designed to target the chemical
receptors within a brain responsible for trauma and block them, in theory
eliminating trauma. Chatterbox would be the first test subject.

A day after his first dose of Rytrozine, Chatterbox began to
talk again. Within a week he was requesting a return to active duty. Within a
month he had re- completed basic training and demonstrated that he was a
capable soldier, storming the citadel with a batch of new recruits that he
would never see again. Chatterbox was especially courageous during the citadel
test, acting irreverent to the simulated danger he in. Most likely due to him
having completed it before. Most likely.

Having demonstrated that he was combat ready again,
Chatterbox was transferred to the Valkyrie Venator once again. Upon arrival he
immediately joined the 212th once again, where he was greeted with
open arms by Commander Cody and comrades such as PREACHER, Burner, and Blaster.
But there were many faces absent, many brothers that were not there. The 212th
Chatterbox had once known this was not. But! There were plenty of *new* faces as well, such as the new
Captain, Exotic, the medic McLovin, and troopers such as Combo, Kilo, and
Silo.

Chatterbox happily greeted these new brothers and enjoyed
getting to know them. As soon as he could he took the tests to qualify as medic
once again. Chatterbox was determined to not lose anymore brothers. But this
was not Arnold Jerribeck’s Friendly Club for Gentlemen and Associates on
Coruscant. This was the 212th battalion and before long they were
mustering in the main hangar bay for a mission.

### Fortunate Clone

A republic sympathetic planet was under Confederate attack
and the Valkyrie was ordered to reinforce them. The 212th Attack
Battalion would be at the forefront of this, as once a launching site was
secured they would airdrop from a LAAT to find and protect the Mayor of the
local town. Chatterbox took the chance of the brief window of peace they had
before the mission to introduce himself to the 212th present, as he
didn’t know several of the clones present. As this was *Chatter*box’s introduction, it took a few minutes to finish. After
his introduction, Chatterbox noticed Attack Regimental Commander Polar
dutifully overseeing the 212th, who he subsequently greeted and
saluted.

The window closed, and the mission began. First, the clones
of the Valkyrie had to clear the tunnel they had deployed in. Chatterbox was
more than aware of the bottlenecks that can develop in tunnels if everyone
charges forward, so he mainly stayed back and threw bacta. Once the clones broke
out of the tunnels, the LAATs were able to land which the 212th
subsequently boarded.

The LAATs flew the 212th to a site nearby the
Mayor’s location. Unfortunately for the 212th, the Confederates must
have noticed the inbound LAATs as the 212th was greeted with
Confederate drop pods seconds after their boots met the ground. The 212th
scrambled for cover, Chatterbox and a few other troopers made the mistake of
running forward to hide behind a boulder. The boulder was great cover but for
one flaw. The droids had thermal detonators. Despite Chatterbox’s best efforts,
the clones who had taken cover behind the boulder with him were soon taken out.
Chatterbox had to retreat from the boulder, slamming bacta syringes into his
arm as droids fired at him. He was able to make it to the hill the rest of the
212th had taken cover behind and kept the rest of his brothers in
tip top shape.

                The
remaining clankers were cleared out and the 212th was able to move
forward. To his relief, none of his brothers were down for good and they were
soon back up on their feet. The 212th soon found the mayor, who was
safe and unharmed. But, he was distraught about his people’s condition and told
the 212th that there were several wounded civilians in a medical
tent. Exotic ordered Chatterbox to find them, which he subsequently did.
Chatterbox did some basic assessments of their vitals, during which he was
joined by some 104th medics who had advanced. Completing the vitals
check, he politely requested that the 104th medics take care of the
wounded’s care and safety, as Chatterbox wanted to return to his battalion. The
entire 104th apparently took to this with gusto, as when Chatterbox
passed by the medical tent later the 104th had transformed into a
fortress, with several walls of sandbags.

                After
returning to his battalion, Chatterbox was assigned to guard duty, specifically
to watch the windows of the house the mayor was in. While on watch, Chatterbox
noticed Attack Regimental Commander Polar, who must have also been patrolling
around the house. After some time guarding the mayor, Exotic decided that the
212th should secure a fallback position for the mayor in case the
current one came under attack. Exotic himself, as well as Chatterbox were the
clones who would do this. A LAAT picked them up, to speed their scouting.

                Exotic
and Chatterbox found a house with multiple levels, a good defensive position.
Some of the town’s locals evidently agreed, as Exotic and Chatterbox found
their bodies within the house. Aware of the Mayor’s deep concern for his people
and how he might react to their corpses, Exotic and Chatterbox quietly tossed
their bodies off the nearby cliffs into the sea. It was not Chatterbox’s
proudest moment, but he felt justified in it as soon after a LAAT landed the
Mayor nearby.

                Ironically
the house would not get much use, as soon after the 212th would move
the mayor back to the tunnels that they were initially deployed in. Initially
many of the 212th escorted the mayor, but Chatterbox and Combo were
the only 2 to escort him all the way back to the initial deployment zone. They
proceeded to guard the Mayor until 104th relieved them. After that,
Chatterbox returned to the mouth of the tunnel where the CIS’s final offensive
was taking place. He provided medical aid and assisted in shooting down the
last clankers. After that the 212th returned to the deployment zone.
They met Jedi General Ven, who kindly showed his lightsaber to some troopers
who had never seen one before.

### 61316

After the mission, Chatterbox returned with his battalion to
the bunks. Their post mission milling about was interrupted by Attack
Regimental Commander Polar, who had noticed the anti-trandoshan sentiment
expressed by members of the 212th, particularly PREACHER. After
briefly talking to us in bunks, Captain Exotic decided that this merited some
laps and ordered the 212th to the main hanger bay. Sadly, upon
arrival Chatterbox was ordered to form up on the wall with the rest of 212th
and was not given laps. Chatterbox was disappointed.

Attack Regimental Commander Polar addressed the 212th,
asking questions such as “Would you shoot a trandoshan prisoner,” and, “If a trandoshan
allied with the republic, how would you respond?” Initially, the answers were
chaos as many of the 212th responded at once. Chatterbox was
staunchly anti trandoshan, as most of the other 212th were.
Eventually PREACHER became the spokesman for the 212th and with one
single clone to address, Attack Regimental Commander Polar was able to appeal
to the 212th with a policy of “Despise all enemies of the Republic
equally”. Most of the 212th accepted this. The only exception was
Kilo, a member of the 2nd Airborne.

Kilo was taken by Polar. After a spirited discussion of what
to do, the 212th fanned out and tried to find him. When found, Kilo
with obvious hesitation and seemingly on the brink of tears, publicly announced
to the 212th that he would not shoot a trandoshan prisoner and then
ran away. The 212th followed him, trying to calm him down as he
showed clear symptoms of trauma. Eventually they were able to get him back to
the medibay, where Sovi attempted to treat him. Kilo was unreceptive to
treatments and it was decided that the traumatic event had to
be mind wiped or kilo would be sent to Kamino. Though he recognized the need
for it, Sovi was hesitant to do such a drastic operation. Chatterbox
volunteered to perform the mind wipe. He was determined to not lose another
brother and if it meant this would be on his conscience, then Chatterbox would
carry that.

With the utmost care, Chatterbox performed the mind wipe. To
Chatterbox relief, there were only 1 or 2 spectators. Chatterbox didn’t want
the 212th as an audience. They didn’t need to see this. The operation
was successful, though Kilo was rather groggy afterwards. But with a few jokes
from Chatterbox, he soon snapped out of it. He might have panicked a little
when he took one too seriously, but hey it worked.

Chatterbox escorted Kilo back to the bunks and made sure he
was alright, that there was no abnormal behavior. Kilo seemed to be completely
back to normal, which definitely eased Chatterbox’s guilt. But duty was not
over, as Captain Exotic requested over comms that Chatterbox and Kilo return to
the medibay.

Upon arriving, Chatterbox found Preacher in the quarantine
cell, with Captain Exotic and Attack Regimental Commander Polar talking to him.
The door was guarded by a fellow 212th and Chatterbox was initially
unneeded. The only thing he could do was put his hands on the window and watch,
overhearing nothing but whispers. He yelled words of support to PREACHER, not
even knowing if he could help him. Chatterbox had no idea it was true, but he
felt guilty. In his mind, PREACHER must have done something in reaction to the
mind wipe that caused this. Chatterbox had no idea if this was true.

Eventually Chatterbox was called in by Attack Regimental
Commander Polar as Captain Exotic left. Attack Regimental Commander Polar
showed Chatterbox some X-Rays that had been taken of PREACHER’s brain. A tumor
had grown, which was evidently to blame for PREACHER’s divergent behavior.
Attack Regimental Commander Polar answered Chatterbox’s medical questions, and
then told him in simple terms that either the tumor would be removed, or
PREACHER would be euthanized. He then left the room.

With only Chatterbox and PREACHER in the room, Chatterbox
prepared for his task. The mind wipe was one thing, but PREACHER had been
Chatterbox’s comrade since he had joined the 212th. His life was in
his hands and the weight of that almost crushed Chatterbox. But he was a medic
and he had a duty to do. He had a life to save.

First, Chatterbox had to get PREACHER to sleep. From the way
he was behaving it was clear he had already been sedated in some capacity.
Chatterbox injected additional and heavier sedative in him, and recited the
counts for a cadence the two of them had been working on together until he fell
asleep. Once he had fallen asleep, Chatterbox removed PREACHER’s helmet.
Checking and double checking the position of the tumor, Chatterbox carefully aligned
a tumor removal device with where the tumor was. Then he checked the X-Ray 2
more times. It took Chatterbox a while to press the button. If he had done it wrong,
then PREACHER would die.

Eventually, Chatterbox got his courage up, and pressed the
button.

The device removed the tumor and the procedure was
successful. Chatterbox put PREACHER’s helmet back on and brought him back to
the bunks, PREACHER’s arm over Chatterbox’s shoulder. After PREACHER was asleep
in his own bunk, Chatterbox fished out a bottle of Bantha Whiskey that he had
hidden in PREACHER’s bunk and drained the bottle, before collapsing into
unconsciousness on his bunk below PREACHER’s.

### Dig a Hole

The Valkyrie Venator was deployed to a facility primarily
underground. The 212th was ordered to take part in the assault.
Perhaps as a side effect of his medication, Chatterbox was unconscious and
unable to be awoken initially, so he was left at the LZ. After finally awaking,
Chatterbox immediately rushed out of the LZ at full sprint to catch up to the
212th. His alacrity was well chosen, because the moment he linked up
with the 212th CIS drop pods fell on his heels.

In the chaos to get to cover, Chatterbox and several other
212th fell off the walkway they were on. It was far from a lethal
fall, only a few feet. But while other clones shot clankers, Chatterbox and a
couple other clones were desperately trying to scramble back upon the walkway.
Luckily for Chatterbox he was able to throw bacta grenades, so he assisted in
some small capacity.

After some creative teamwork, the 212th were able
to get out of one hole, but by the time they were done the clankers had been
cleared. However, with the freedom to move again, the 212th found *another* hole. This one, however, was not
a trap to fall into. This hole was an excellent position, with good cover and
room enough for the entire 212th. Taking defensive positions within
this hole, Chatterbox remained in the back with the other medics, supporting
the heavies and troopers in the front. He also took a few shots at the clankers
himself when he had the chance. The hole kept the 212th safe and
they completed the mission without casualties, returning to the Valkyrie in
good spirits.

### Frolicking in Theed

After some downtime on the Venator, the 212th
were on duty again. This time it was back to Naboo, a planet Chatterbox had
fought on before. It was a little odd for Chatterbox to be back on it so soon
after his return to the Valkyrie, but true enough the [drug] worked as intended
and he showed no signs of trauma.

Having been on Theed before, Chatterbox was plenty
experienced in the street fighting that took place there. Commander Cody was
even more-so experienced. Cody aggressively lead the 212th in a
breakout maneuver that broke through Confederate lines and out into the fields
of Naboo. The 212th located a confederate bunker that was out in the
fields and Cody began to extract the data. The 212th set up
defensive soldiers as drop pods, MTTs, and even droids who scaled the Naboo
hills assaulted them.

Chatterbox had taken a watch position away from the bunker
and was cut off from the majority of the 212th. Luckily for him, he
was a medic, and had more than enough syringes to keep himself alive. As well
as more than enough plasma clips for all the clankers between him and his
brothers. But his arm did hurt a little from all the bacta injections
afterwards.

Chatterbox was able to link up with the 212th
soon after and Cody completed the data extraction. After that, the 212th
moved into the Naboo lowlands, sandwiched by the steep hills on all sides. Wary
eyes constantly watched the hills in case of ambush all the while clones
advanced further, meeting steep resistance as they did so. The 212th
found a CIS facility and along with members of the 41st were able to
clear it. After doing so, they fanned out and found a new enemy. Humanoids, not
the normal droids. They were a bit tougher but, in the end, no real issue. The
212th returned to the Valkyrie, their mission a success and their
spirits high. Funny enough, Chatterbox ended the mission with the highest kill
count of the 212th. Most likely due to him being cut off from the
212th more than once and only able to heal himself. On one hand he
regretted his poor positioning. On the other, it was more notches for his
armor. And something he could hold over PREACHER, of course.

### Resurgent

*“Alright, you’re patched up. Go see one of my assistants for your complementary lollipop. OK, next!”*

-Lead Medic Chatterbox performing field work

Chatterbox soon became well and truly embroiled in the War,
moving with the Valkyrie from battlefield to battlefield. In the chaos of war,
clones were rapidly cycled in and out of duty. From the pretty streets to Theed, to the exhausting deserts of Sudo Chatterbox and the 212th fought.

With the constantly shifting
deployment and a wildly variant roster of clones, the 212th was
motivated to reorganize. Chatterbox was recognized for his medical and combat
experience as a veteran who had fought since Phase 1. Because of this,
Commander Cody appointed him Lead Medic of the 212th.

Though initially completely surprised by his sudden
promotion, Chatterbox resolved to not let down the trust Cody demonstrated in
him. With help from clones such as Silver, Oddball, and Sovi he penned a new
medical handbook for the 212th medics and reorganized them as a
squad much like Parjai squad. With a lingering fondness for anacronyms,
Chatterbox deemed them L.O.S.T Squad. It wasn't W.H.I.S.P.E.R squad and it would never be. This was something new.

In the myriad battles to come Chatterbox demonstrated
leadership capabilities, both as Lead Medic and as a Sergeant. More than once
the tangled web of logistics held up higher ranked 212th and
Chatterbox assumed command in the field. With the weight of his brother’s lives
on his shoulders, Chatterbox did his best. Evidently, his best was good enough,
as Chatterbox rapidly ascended in rank, up to First Sergeant. This was the
highest rank that Chatterbox had ever achieved, and he was proud of his
accomplishment. However, he was wary of outpacing his abilities. Determined to
avoid this, Chatterbox sought out leadership training from Commander Cody. His
Commander was more than happy to help, and Chatterbox was more than happy to
learn.

### The Battle of Skrunk

The 212th were deployed to the desert planet of Skrunk due to reports of CIS activity there. For this mission, Cody was unavailable and Chatterbox took command. Four shield generators were identified as the initial target. The 212th consisting of 6978 Silo, 2103 Reggie, 1423 Neutron, 3223 Vex, and 7535 Bound moved out to clear these shield generators of hostiles. The 212th cleared out two generators and a small CIS outpost. Chatterbox refused to defend these positions, deeming it a job of the defensive battalions. The 212th was an attack regiment and he intended them to attack.

Once the shield generators were cleared out, a flare drew the clones of the Valkyrie Venators attention to a cave complex. Upon entering it, stiff CIS resistance was encountered. Dozens upon dozens of droids and frequent turret emplacements. Some 212th advocated retreat, but Chatterbox ordered them on, confident in him and the other 212th medics' ability to sustain the assault. After difficult, prolonged fighting the 212th and the rest of the clones broke through, and cleared the complex of enemies. 104th Commander Wolffe took heavy wounds extracting a (later known to be fake) sith holocron. After the mission, Chatterbox assisted 104th medics and a 327th medic in treating him. Chatterbox treated the lightsaber wound that Wolffe took from a Dark Jedi, while the other medics tended to Wolffe's twenty blaster wounds. Once Wolffe was stabilized, Chatterbox left him in the care of his own battalion and returned to the 212th.

### CC

"*I have repeatedly been pleasantly surprised by the abilities and achievements of my brothers. I am immensely proud of the 212th and honored that I am in a position to lead you.*"

-Chatterbox after being informed of the 212th's placement in battalion evaluations.

Chatterbox would continue to serve with the 212th, fighting on a myriad different worlds against a myriad different foes. Due to his leadership skills as a 212th lead medic and for his valor upon the field, Chatterbox quickly rose through the ranks. First to Warrant Officer, then onwards up and up. This culminated with Chatterbox's healing of MSGT Crippler of Doom Unit. Crippler had sustained significant blunt trauma due to a CIS Drop Pod landing directly on him, which also ripped off his arm. Chatterbox carefully treated Crippler's wounds and removed the shrapnel, while making sure that Crippler hadn't sustained critical damage to his skull. After immersing Crippler in Bacta, Chatterbox went about the delicate task of implanting a cybernetic arm to replace Crippler's lost one. The arm took without issue and Crippler was soon back on his feet, much to Commander Doom and the rest of Doom Unit's relief. For this act, as well as his general conduct as an officer, Chatterbox was promoted to Colonel.

### Colonel Concluded

Chatterbox spent several months as the 212th's Colonel, the third in command of the battalion as well it's lead medic. At some point he stopped taking the Rytrozine, being judged by his medical peers as stable and not requiring it anymore. The weight of his rank wore on Chatterbox more day by day, the burden of ordering men to their deaths contradicting everything he had did as a medic. It was the 212th's job to be at the tip of the spear and as a Colonel Chatterbox put them there, time and again. Due to the skill of a medical corps he had trained and the diligent training of the many 212th troopers, the tip of the spear often pierced the enemy with nary but a few chips on it. But those chips were still Chatterbox's brother.

Because of this, Chatterbox eventually silently turned in his resignation and walked away from the 212th. He wandered the Valkyrie, briefly serving in Doom's Unit. As a medic naturally. The most notable part of Doom's Unit for him was encountering Crippler again, who was a 2nd LT at the time. Chatterbox performed maintenance on Crippler's cybernetic arm, and also performed 'maintenance' in the heat of battle on Doom's shield wall. Chatterbox did enjoy the disciplined battle formations of Doom, but still felt restless. He left Doom as well, eventually joining the Galactic Marines. They weren't the battalion that had been his family, but t

hey were the first battalion he joined. One that had established many fundamental basics in him. One that under the cold eyes of Bacara were drilled a lot harder, sent to points on the battlefields that where even more dangerous, and one that took a lot more casualties. Chatterbox almost came to them by default.

### The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Chatterbox was deployed to the planet of Lo Fnac along with the rest of the Valkyrie Venator. The planet's government and local military had allied itself with the CIS. The Clones were tasked with meeting the native military in combat and inciting the populace to revolt. Chatterbox left dealing with the civilians to other battalions, instead placing himself on the front lines. The fighting at Lo Fnac was brutal, as the native military was well armed and the republic forces were forced into brutal fighting in tunnels and urban environment. Chatterbox was soon knee deep in wounded, sprinting from one wounded clone to the next. Even Cody, his old Commander, was among the wounded. Cody took a nasty shot to the shoulder, but Chatterbox quickly stripped the wound of shrapnel and covered it with synthflesh, with frequent injections of bacta during all stages. Cody was soon on his feet and in fighting shape once again. The mission was concluded soon after. For his service as a medic, Commander Cody recommended Chatterbox for promotion, and Chatterbox was promoted to Lance Corporal.

But despite this promotion, Chatterbox was unsettled. He was getting slower. When once it would have taken a second for him to deftly holster his blaster and pull out a bacta syringe to jab into a wounded clone, now he was sluggish. He even fumbled and dropped his blaster one time. It wasn't any one, single, great wound that caused this. Not even the scars of Teratus could do that. Chatterbox was simply unable to maintain the standard he had once held himself too. He was past his prime as a front-line clone. Chatterbox was hardly worthless, he still was a highly competent medic. But it felt unnatural now. Well,he hardly could do anything else but soldier on. Continue serving on the front line. Until a unique opportunity presented itself...

### Adviser? I hardly know 'er!

It was a day as normal as any other, Chatterbox woke in the 21st's bunks. If they could even be called bunks. In truth, they were just another vessel for Bacara's training. The environmental settings inside the bunks had been overclocked to provide truly frigid temperatures. Any water brought into them would freeze in five minutes, and the marines slept in beds of snow. Upon checking his comms, Chatterbox found a message from Republic Command. He expected some new mandate or policy, an announcement sent out to all clones. Instead, he found a short, simple, and to the point message addressed to him.

"Trooper 5387 Chatterbox

For your broad combat experience and leadership capabilities

you have been deemed eligible for the position of Advisor.

Do you accept?"

Chatterbox looked at his datapad for a long time, staring at the message. Then he put it down, and thought. He thought of the past. He thought of the future. He thought of clones. He thought of droids. He thought of Jedi. He thought of maybes, and might-have-beens, and have-nots. He thought of old friends. He thought of new friends. He thought of enemies. Chatterbox thought in the bunks until he missed breakfast, and a tiny icicle formed on the rim of his helmet.

And then he was done thinking. He picked up his datapad and sent his reply.

"Yes."

### An Unimportant End

Chatterbox would remain in an advisory intelligence capacity until the end of the war. Never again did he take to the battlefield, command clones, or even practice medical work. He quietly worked behind the scenes to facilitate republic victory. Of course, eventually it came, and with it the rise of the Empire. An old friend sacrificed themselves to warn Chatterbox of the oncoming betrayal of the Jedi and the chips within their brains. But despite being more then capable of removing his own chip and many more besides, the sad and simple truth was that Chatterbox had no great love of the Jedi. He had fought alongside them sure enough, but never had one truly endeared themselves to him. He had spent the majority of his time as a soldier in the 212th, and in all that time General Kenobi had been nothing more then an occasional presence. So Chatterbox deleted the message from his old friend, and they died for nothing.

After the war Chatterbox moved to Coruscant to attempt politics. He formed a lobby group focusing on clone rights, support for veterans, and advocating for research to combat their advanced aging. While he started to gain a bit of traction, both from other clones and empathetic citizens, it all came to naught. For Chatterbox sadly died. Of complications relating to a tumor in his brain.

And thus ended the short career of 5387 Chatterbox. The few friends who had survived and still remembered him attended his funeral. A few old clones of various battalions. Some naval/ex-naval personnel. But in the end Chatterbox died as most clones did. Unimportant and forgotten by the galaxy at large.

The End

## Opinions on Republic Personnel

Chatterbox's opinion on certain individuals and battalions aboard the Valkyrie Venator and beyond.

### **Chatterbox's opinions on Valkyrie Battalions.**

#### 101st Regiment

It has been a long long time since Chatterbox was in the 101st. He hardly knows anyone who wears the shiny armor anymore, and Chatterbox has long dyed himself orange in everyone's eyes. Despite this, Chatterbox remembers that it was in the 101st that he first became a medic. It was there that he first learned to save a life. So, Chatterbox will always have a bit of nostalgia for the shinies.

#### 21st Galactic Marines

The Galactic Marines are simple. They go somewhere and if there's a mess, they clean it up. Chatterbox enjoyed the simplicity.

#### 327th Star Corps

The 327th are one of the battalions that Chatterbox respects the most, though they are hardly one that he knows very well. Instead of personal friendships, Chatterbox's respect for the 327th is born of having fought with them many times. From his time in the 21st, to defending Bunker 5 as a 212th, Chatterbox has found himself fighting with the 327th many times. As recent as the landing at Sudo, the 212th and 327th collaborated in combat. While he can't really call himself friends with any current members of the 327th, he's always happy to fight side by side with them.

Though there is one friendship he maintains with a 327th. Well, retired 327th. CT-4019 Caden is a longtime friend of Chatterbox. Caden was one 327th who Chatterbox had been able to establish a friendship with, ever since Bunker 5 where Chatterbox jabbed a Bacta syringe into Caden while Caden had a PTSD episode. Chatterbox maintained this friendship right up to and continuing after Caden's retirement to Coruscant. He still calls Caden every week, keeping him up to date on the goings on of the Valkyrie. Knowing Caden's penchant for alcohol, Chatterbox sneaks a glass of Bantha Whiskey to drink during the call. After all, he can't let a brother drink alone.

#### 41st Elite Corps

Chatterbox isn't particularly close to the 41st, but he does remember holding Bunker 5 on Teratus with them. While he hasn't fought with them many times since, the Battle of Teratus is hardly one that will leave his memory any time soon. And neither will those clones that he squatted in that bunker with.

#### Shock

After a recent incident with a member of Shock involving a flame thrower, Chatterbox has developed a grudge against the battalion. He now sends them on the most difficult assignments during his events.

#### Doom's Unit

While initially rather skeptical of Doom, Chatterbox has warmed to the unit having had a chance to get to know the Commander. Not to mention the fact that several ex-212th have joined the unit, such as McLovin and Rhyden. Doom has even helped out in 212th training that Chatterbox has hosted. Chatterbox even personally healed the lead medic of Doom, MSGT Crippler, after a CIS drop pod fell directly upon Cripper. Though is time was brief,Doom's unit is one that Chatterbox trusts and is perfectly amiable towards.

#### 212th Attack Battalion

The 212th was once Chatterbox's family, a battalion where he knew the name of every clone inside it. A family where he grew and was rendered experienced, as those next to him did so in parallel. But that changed. Eventually, the war grew the brothers Chatterbox had lost his shine with apart from him.the 212th became a place where Chatterbox oversaw freshly born clones grow and become experienced. Chatterbox diligently performed his duties as an officer, until one day he quietly resigned his Officer's commission. He still keeps an eye on the 212th from a distance and is the first to rush to an injured 212th's side.

##### **Commander Cody**

Cody is a leader who Chatterbox would follow to the very mouth of Chaos itself. Chatterbox has served under Cody for almost the entirety of his career as a clone and never once was dissatisfied with his leadership. Cody has always been an approachable, reasonable, and skilled leader who instilled deep loyalty in Chatterbox. If Cody told Chatterbox to jump off a cliff, he'd prepare himself to set his broken bones. If Cody told Chatterbox to attack a Munificent, Chatterbox would steal a jetpack to get to it. Chatterbox has complete confidence in Cody's orders and capabilities, and not once has he doubted that Cody would lead him to victory.

##### **3320 Blasterprime**

Of the old 212th, there are several who Chatterbox is especially close with. Blasterprime was one of the first 212th Chatterbox met, an exemplary medic and officer when Chatterbox joined, who Chatterbox fought with on Teratus. But it's been a long time since Chatterbox stood side by side with Blasterprime. The Clone Wars diverged the two, brought them to different battalions, different battles. Chatterbox still keeps in contact through the HoloNet.

##### **3456 PREACHER**

Another old 212th who Chatterbox has known for a while, PREACHER had always been one of the most unique clones that Chatterbox has had the pleasure to know. He was charismatic and dedicated to being a Sergeant like no clone Chatterbox knew. But due to his erratic behavior, PREACHER always skirted the line of being rendered defective. One day, PREACHER resigned from the 212th and got into an altercation with a jedi. Chatterbox never saw him after that and despite rising as high as a Colonel, never had a high enough clearance to find out what exactly happened to him.

##### **Burner**

Burner is another of Chatterbox's long time friends. Chatterbox has known Burner since the Jet Trooper was a pilot, and even before then. As one of Chatterbox's long time comrades, he's always happy to see Burner around. Due to knowing him so long, Chatterbox has a lot of faith in Burner. Chatterbox has the feeling that if he were ever to fall out of the moonpool, Burner would dive after him to save him.

### **Chatterbox's opinions on non-Valkyrie Battalions.**

#### Jedi

Chatterbox is apathetic to Jedi. He's long overcome any hang ups he once had about them, and he is completely obedient to generals such as Obi-wan. But neither has Chatterbox established any close rapports with them. Chatterbox has only fought with Obi-wan on a few very scarce occasions and has barely any opinion on the man. Neither does he have any relationships with other Jedi.

#### Mercenaries

Chatterbox has a strong disdain for most of the various mercenaries hired to fight on the Valkyrie Venator. Chatterbox views them as nothing more then vultures, here to descend upon the battlefield and suck up any credits the can find. Chatterbox views them as having no real loyalty or virtue. Perhaps he even resents them for their greater pay and privileges compared to the average clone.

## Personality Traits

Chatterbox has grown as a clone significantly. When he was a simple CT Chatterbox played the role of a jokester. A friendly, amicable, and most of all, *talkative,* Clone with his tongue so embedded in his cheek it paid rent. As a medic Chatterbox always preferred to prescribe a funny statement with his bacta and he enjoyed striking up conversations with other clones. Though this approach was not without its flaws. Let's just say that not everyone liked his jokes.

The toll of the Clone Wars dampened Chatterbox's spirits considerably. As a Colonel in the 212th, Chatterbox learned to compartmentalize his inner irreverence and behave as a by the books strict CO. Chatterbox was able to let himself relax around the other 212th back then. When he walks the Valkyrie as a naval crewman, Chatterbox has learned to let that go. To instead enjoy the people that are still around, the simple thrum of the Valkyrie's engines and a piping hot cup of caff in the morning. He's finally reached a good place, despite all his hardship.