"Harmless" Adventures with the Bad Batch

The Mission (Order 66-Part 3)

A/n: *aggressively sings the 'The Final Countdown because we only have two chapters left*

I must say, my favorite part of this chapter was right before they leave for Onderon.  You'll see XD

As soon as the door to the barracks closed, the Bad Batchers relaxed their postures, though the rigid agitation remained just as clear as before.

"So..?" Echo trailed off.

"What are we going to do?" Abby finished for him.

"If the Empire is really questioning the need for clones, I believe it would be beneficial for us to accept," Tech stated.

"This is unusual, but I agree with Tech," Crosshair nodded.

"Hmm. Echo, Wrecker, Abby, opinions?" Hunter requested contemplatively.

"I don't see any reason why we shouldn't," Wrecker shrugged.

"I'm with Wrecker," Echo agreed. "If it'll help us in the long run, we should."

"I think we should do it too," Abby nodded.

Hunter stayed silent for a moment as he considered the options and the opinions of his team. The others watched him with patient anticipation, waiting for his instructions.

"Alright, we'll take the mission. I'll arrange for us to get some ammo and firepower," Hunter decided.

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The next afternoon came faster than Abby had anticipated. It was still stormy and cold outside Tipoca City, although that was expected. At the moment, she, Crosshair, and Wrecker were in the armory, which had been restocked with all-new weapons, explosives, and many other new toys. Meanwhile, Echo and Tech were firing up the Havoc Marauder and Hunter was making other last minute arrangements for the mission.

"This is...the greatest thing I have ever seen," Wrecker breathed as he admired the collection of explosives lining the walls.

"Are you-are you crying?" Abby asked carefully, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No! You're crying!" Wrecker exclaimed defensively, but he hid his face by turning away.

"Dear Force," Crosshair rolled his eyes. "Just get what we need so we can get back to the ship."

"Working on it.  We need more ammo and bacta patches. There should be some medical supplies around here somewhere," Abby muttered, digging around some cabinets.

Wrecker snatched a trolley from a forgotten corner of the armory and loaded some explosives onto it while Crosshair searched for the ammo. Soon enough, the three had found everything they needed.  

They began the journey to the hanger, where the others would be waiting, but seeing that Wrecker was pushing the trolley gave Abby an idea.

She mischievously jumped onto the kart like a child at the supermarket, sitting beside the crates of supplies.

"Charge, Wrecker!" she cried, pointing forward.

Wrecker, who was also enticed by the idea, grinned excitedly then ran ahead at full speed, leaving Crosshair to chase after them, muttering that his teammates were idiots. He caught up pretty quickly though because Wrecker had to slow down to round a corner. The usually sardonic sniper jumped on too while Abby put her hands in the air, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. While Crosshair didn't display his own amusement quite that much, a small smile still graced his lips and he was secretly having fun.