𝘚𝘈𝘓𝘜𝘛𝘌→𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩

clone force 99.

WATCHING THIS REPUBLIC starship nearly crash onto the platform, Alora Nero wondered just what kind of clones were governing it. "Is this them?" She asked quietly, to which master Lo'ree only nodded. "Clone force 99."

Standing next to them, was a Jedi that all of the other knights looked up to; Anakin Skywalker. He looked at Lo'ree, a seemingly amused expression on his face. "Don't worry, Master Obrinth. I've worked with these men before. Next to the 501st, they're some of the finest clones I've served next to."

Seeing the five men walk out of the starship, Alora's eyes widened slightly. "They don't look like clones to me." She thought out loud, her master giving her a look. Alora wasn't one to keep her opinions quiet when she had something to say; a quality Lo'ree wished she hadn't acquired at times.

Anakin Skywalker chuckled. "They're..special forces."

"With enhanced genetic mutations." Lo'ree added.

Once the men began to come closer, Alora watched as each of them took off their helmets. While they had a few resemblances to the clones she's worked with before, they all looked different in their own right.

"Master Obrinth, this is Sergeant Hunter. Of The Bad Batch." Anakin stepped forward to shake the hand of the long haired clone. A skull tattoo was covering the entire side of his face. He seemed hard and tenacious. War-ridden would be a better term to describe all of them as well, but that could be said about the entire Grand Army of the Republic. Alora's mind was racing now with this new information, she wondered how each of them were genetically enhanced to be different than their brothers. She was a very curious person, in general, so this was exciting to her.

"Hello, sir." Hunter said quietly, his eyes scanning over the three Jedi.

Alora stepped up, ready to shake the man's hand as well. She was eager to meet all of them and to begin this mission. She stopped, however, when he looked at her. He looked displeased, uninterested, disgusted.. she couldn't truly tell. The other men around him began to laugh.

"Is this the padawan?" A man behind him sneered. Alora looked past Hunter, to see a leaner, more sly looking clone. His hair was grey, with deep brown eyes and a disapproving scowl on his face. A crosshair tattoo over his eye, and a toothpick between his teeth.
Suddenly Alora felt the blood rushing into her cheeks as they heated up. She was embarrassed that, two, out of the five clones, seemed to not like her, without even getting to know her name! "I am not a padawan.." She said softly.

"Settle down, Crosshair." Anakin says, his eyes narrowing. Crosshair only smirked, rolling his eyes and looking off into the distance. "This is jedi knight, Alora Nero. Your commander on this mission." Anakin's last statement made Alora perk up, a smile suddenly spreading across her pale face. That's right. Commander. She thought.

Lo'ree placed her hand on top of Alora's shoulder. "We'll have time to get acquainted with one another at a later time. We must go."

          ALORA'S HEART BEGAN to race as her and her master were boarding the star ship. She learned that the name of the ship was the Havoc Marauder. Before most of her missions, some form of anxiety would wash over her, but this time was very different. A lot was riding on this mission. A important republic leader was in danger, and the Jedi council felt that she and her master were capable of saving her. For such a young Jedi, it was a lot of pressure put onto her.

"You seem nervous." Lo'ree hummed, casually nudging the younger girl. "Relax. I wouldn't have asked the Council to have you on this mission if I didn't think you were capable."

Lo'ree's words were always encouraging. Her soft tone was soothing, like it was meant just to put whoever was being spoke to at ease. "Yes, master..Thank you." Alora whispered.

Aboard the Maurader, The Bad Batch was already prepared to ascend. "Ready, General?" Sergeant Hunter inquired, standing tall in front of Lo'ree.

"I believe we are, Sergeant." She replied, determination now filling her eyes.

Hunter swiftly moved to the ship's cockpit, where a man—whom Alora learned was called Tech—was patiently waiting. Alora quickly observed that Hunter was co-pilot whilst Tech pilot. She deemed it a good thing, Tech did seem the smartest out of the bunch...
"So. What's your name again?" Alora heard a boisterous voice behind her. She turned to see a bulging man, bigger than any clone she had ever seen before. He was easily lifting a, what looked like, a former piece to a gunship, with his left arm. He must be the muscle of the group.—She thought.

"I'm Alora Nero.." She said, a polite smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "And you?"

"Wrecker. I dunno why they call me that. But they always have!" He said, laughing heartily, before switching the makeshift weight to his other arm. Alora looked beside of him at Crosshair, who was rolling his eyes.

"This should be fun.." Alora thought out loud again, and she was sure she was receiving another one of Lo'ree's disapproving looks.