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Bad Batch HC 2

Request: Hello hello hello!

I was hoping you could do headcanons about the batch would react when their enemy tells them that their s/o is dead and shows them proof of their demise. Whether it be their clothing, a small gift that was given to them from a member of the batch. I need to know their reactions and I'm feel oh so angsty darling!!

Hunter:

Hunter didn't believe it at first, he was bound by chains, the newly formed Empire had captured him and his crew. He knew his brothers would be fine, they could save themselves. But nothing took up more space in Hunter's mind than the thought of you being hurt. When he couldn't see you in the cells with his brothers, he began to panic, yelling out your name.

"Silence, you filthy clone." one of these new troopers told him, hitting him with the blunt end of his blaster. Hunter spat out some blood, some of his hair covering his face, "Where are they?" he asked again, voice gravely.

"Dead." the trooper simply replied, his voice matching the emotionless tones of his helmet. Hunter's heart stopped, no, that can't be right "You're lying." he huffed. The trooper shook his shoulders with a laugh, turning to face the clone kneeling on the ground, "Killed them myself this morning, they begged for their life, didn't save them though."

Hunter tried to pounce at them but was held back by the chains, "Oh, did they mean something to you?" the trooper feigned sympathy.

"You're lying!" Hunter yelled out, growling under his breath. The trooper reached behind him, pulling out a rag of fabric, charred at the ends. Hunter recognised it well, it was a perfect match to the same coat you had on before all this shit went down. That's when he broke, tears pouring from his eyes, face turning red out of anger. When he'd break free, he promised to kill every single person in this building.

Tech:

He simply didn't believe it at first, chose to ignore the mathematical outcome that you were gone, taken from him. Tech had always been a man of logic, but right now he wanted to live a fantasy, wanted to believe he was on another planet with you by his side.

But the longer he looked at the necklace, the chain that once belonged around your neck, all bloodied and broken; he had to keep up hope. His fingers slowly but surely crept over to the chain, your blood staining his gloves as he threaded it past his fingers.

"They didn't have to die, but alining themselves with your kind led them on a path that the Empire cannot allow." the commander spoke, her voice was sympathetic to the clone, she could tell he loved them.

"You mean a path the Empire wants to wipe out, a path of hope and resistance to your tyranny." Tech hadn't given the commander a single look the entire time he had been there, forced into a cell for the umpteenth time.

"Aren't you going to give up? You're clearly not as strong as your fellow 'brothers', you won't be able to handle the probe droid for any longer than ten seconds." She seemed proud, boasting almost. But Tech ignored her, he was strong, he had brains and an undetermined amount of brawn.

"You're wrong. Though I physically look disadvantaged, you took the one thing I loved away from me. And now I possess their strength as well as my own, and I will do nothing but fight for them."

Wrecker:

"I ain't tellin' you anythin'!" Wrecker roared out, barred behind a cell, fists clinging to the bars. The Empiral officer watched him with squinted eyes, quickly growing tired of the clone's subordination.

"You came with someone else, yes? A friend, colleague, a partner perhaps?"

Wrecker's attention peaked at the close mention of you, "What have you done with 'em?" he huffed out, his form growing in size much like his anger. The officer shrugged his shoulders, feeling pretty confident, "Tell me what I want to know and I'll tell you what you want to know."

"If I agree, how do I know ya tellin' the truth? You could be lyin'!"

"Aha, you're not as dumb as I had thought you to be. But very well, I'm sure this will suffice," he called over a trooper guarding the cell, in his hand laid dog tags. The officer swung them in Wrecker's face, just enough to catch the name. Wrecker growled pounding his fists against the cell, "What did you do to them."

The officer beamed, an evil gleam in his eye, "They refused to talk, so we made it permanent." Wrecker nearly went animalistic, he couldn't lose you, he just couldn't.

Crosshair:

"I'm growing tired of your arrogance, clone. Speak now or face the consequences," she growled under her breath, the lone empiral commander's patience was running thin. Crosshair smirked, the toothpick perched in his mouth moving along with his smirk, "Do you speak to your mother with that mouth, commander?"

"Ugh, answer my questions or end up like your partner!" she roared out, face red with frustration. Crosshair's relaxed stance wobbled for a moment, she was bluffing, "You're bluffing." he huffed.

"Oh, really? Does this look familiar at all, clone?" she became joyful, showing him a small trinket no bigger than the palm of her hand. It looked like a patch, hand-made and from somewhere further than here. But Crosshair recognised it easily, you had gifted it to him after a long mission together. The mission itself had been gruelling but you did get to spend some time within the market afterwards, you had found a woman selling hand-made accessories and found it amusing to give Crosshairs a patch that said 'happy camper' on it.

He wasn't so amused, though late at night it would bring him a small smile whenever he glanced at it. But right now that patch was covered in spots of blood and frailing at the ends.

"I told you, clone, I wasn't bluffing." the commander mused, throwing him the patch. He caught it easily, crushing it with his fist. He slowly shifted his head to face the commander, glaring at her, "You'll be the first one I kill when I get out of here."

"I look forward to it."

Echo:

"I've already been through somethin' like this, you're not gonna break me that easily." Echo huffed out, hanging from the chains, dangling like a puppet.

The commander laughed, a mighty chuckle even, "Oh, we know all about you, clone. We thought you might grow tired of much older methods, so just for you we thought we would try something different."

This peaked Echo's attention, with a brow raised his expression stilled. Thrown to the floor was a single flower, it fluttered to the ground, the petals that were once white were now stained with red splatters. Some of the petals had been charred, a few missing.

Echo fought back the tears, this could mean nothing, this could have been any old flower. The commander continued to talk while Echo stared at the crumbling plant, "It's such a shame this flower will go to waste, fortunately, it won't last much longer." he watched Echo carefully.

"Flowers are awfully innocent, wouldn't you agree? Not meant for war, to see a battlefield. It's such a pity when nice things are stomped over by the harsh realities of life." The commander then proceeded to crush the flower under his boot, dragging his foot back and forth to really add salt to the wound.

"Such a pity, indeed." he finished, a faint whisper under his breath. Echo was enraged, all his training was gone in an instant all that was left was blind rage, "Flowers can grow after a battle, replace what was bad." he still had hope.

"Not this time." the commander smirked. The sound of chains crashing rattled down the corridors, screams of fury and pain soon following after, then a silence like no other; soft cries finished a symphony of misery.