🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 5 - The First Mission 🌲

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Just as expected...

Sergeant Hunter and Crosshair feel as if they are babysitters to a tubey. SAC-1 does not know how to properly pilot a starship, shows exuberance over trivial things, and to top it off, the Clone Agent appears uneasy after a conversation with Doctor Nala Se.

Sergeant Hunter smells a recipe for disaster, but even though SAC-1 nearly demolished the Havoc Marauder II during her first flight lesson, Tech holds fast to the belief that the statistics that matter point to a bright future for SAC-1, all that is needed is proper guidance and patience.

And before Crosshair could find a way to dispose of her, Wrecker is ecstatic to answer a call to duty by Commander Cody, who has another suicide mission for that Bad Batch and SAC-1...

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SAC-1 being placed with the Bad Batch brought more changes than the four original members knew how to keep up with, like a whole new ship. With like, a dozen rooms more than the original.

A cargo hold.

A common area.

A kitchen.

A computer room.

A whole other storage room.

A whole medbay.

A whole refresher.

A huge cockpit.

FIVE WHOLE ROOMS.

No big deal or difference, right?

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It was a VERY big deal.

The boys didn't quite know how to handle having all their own rooms, specifically. All their cadet lives they'd shared barracks, and all throughout their soldier careers they had the tiny Marauder.

SAC-1 thought they'd be thrilled to have their own room a piece, which is why it came as a surprise when leaving the computer room for a glass of water, she found the four grown men not sleeping in their individual bunks, but each had all ended up back out here, making camp on the two L-shaped couches instead.

Wrecker took up one whole side of a couch on his own, and the too-small blanket from his bunk was draped over his abnormally massive body the best it could be. Sadly, the lower part of his long legs were exposed to the air-conditioned room, but he didn't seem to be cold, one arm being draped over the back of the couch and the fingertips of his other brushing the ice cold durasteel floor when his hold on the famed 'Lula' doll slackened.

Adjacent to Wrecker, seeing Tech with his back pressed against Crosshair's side stirred a foreign type of warmth in the Clone Agents chest. His goggles were uncomfortably lopsided as he used the silver haired soldiers' shoulder for a pillow and his mouth was ajar, emitting quiet snores. SAC-1 felt the word 'adorable' could accurately describe this set up of Tech being so comfortable with his standoffish comrade, who shockingly even used the arm the brainiac was gripping to keep him close.

And Crosshair, well, SAC-1 did want to laugh out loud when even asleep he still managed to have traces of that permanent grumpiness which kept the slight anger and stress lines on his forehead present, still frowning deeply despite being dead to the real world with his coma-like sleeping habits.