The Bad Batch

Meeting the group (Bad Batch)

Cody and you walked through the ships halls. You were being transferred to a different squadron, though you had no op idea who they were. You were being transferred because this squadron was taking on more difficult missions and needed a medic. "Hey, don't look so nervous." Cody attempted to reassure you. He had explained that the men you would be working with were no one to fear. If anything, they were some of the best soldiers. You were a volunteer. Of course, you had to meet some standards. You can hold up in combat fairly well. And your medical abilities were beyond compare. You became very close with the 212th was was honestly disappointed you had to leave. But, it would be a good change.

Your brain was kinda running on autopilot as you walked. But once you made it to the landing pad you were snapped out of your head. "Commander!" One of the soldiers shouted. He took his helmet off. You noticed how half of his face a tattooed. He didn't resemble a clone at all. At least, not the clones you've seen. "Sergeant." Cody responded. You noticed two very tall men. One was butch built, and the other had a sniper rifle. Both of them kept their helmets on. A shorter man was there, looking intently at a holopad. "I'm Hunter," the tattooed man said, "this is Tech," he gestured to the man with the holopad, "that's Wrecker," the man punched his fists together at the sound of his name, " and that's Crosshair." The sniper didn't even look in your direction. This was going to be a fun trip. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you all." You said. Hunter nodded. Cody saluted to them, then returned in the direction of the general. Hunter gestured in the direction of their ship, which you now know is called the Marauder. Tech started the ship up and then got the in the air. He had already put in the coordinates for their next mission, which you lucky had been briefed on.

You gazed around the ship. Wonder where the hell you were going to stay. The ship was quite small. "This way." Hunter showed you to a supply closet. "We moved most of the crates out and into a different area!" Wrecker exclaimed. He seemed quite impressed with himself. You just returned his excitement with a smile. "I hope there is enough space for you. I apologize if it's cramped." Hunter apologized. "Don't worry about it. Honestly I was starting to think I was going to sleep on the floor." You joked. Hunter was about to respond but his name was screamed. "Hunter! We have a problem!" Tech yelled. Worry corrupted his voice. He ran to the cockpit. You followed closely. Imperial ships we're jumping out of hyperspace and surrounding the Marauder. In turn, surrounding you. "Wrecker! Crosshair! Get to your stations!" Hunter shouted, both of them ran to the gunning stations. A shot was fired a the Marauder, and something started beeping. You weren't a mechanic but you could tell this wasn't a good beep.

"Tech! Get us out of here!" Hunter shouted as he jumped in the co-pilot seat. You just stood there. There was nothing you could do, but you still felt kinda useless. Crosshair let out a yelp and smoke came from his seat. You immediately ran towards him, noticing he was slumped over the gun. You drug him out of his seat, placing him on the ground. After removing his helmet you checked his pulse. It was fading. Not fast, but it wasn't good either. You attempted to wake him up. It wasn't working. "What's going on back there?!" Hunter shouted. "Crosshair had a system malfunction, at least that's what it looked like. He has some electrical wounds. And he's currently unconscious." You stated. Moving at mock-ten speed. You began CPR. Hopefully if he starts breathing, or coughing you know he'll be ok. There was nothing. You kept going. Tech was maneuvering the ship through all the blaster fire. "Where the hell is the Commander?" Hunter asked Tech. "I am unaware, sir. But it appears they are unable to enter the plants outer range." Tech stated. So what he basically means is there is no help coming. Your on your own. If Tech can't get the ship out of this, it could result in the ship either exploding or crashing. You hoped for the best.

Crosshair still wasn't awake. And his breathing was slowing. You dug through your med bag and found it. It's something you made after one of the 212th soldiers was electrocuted. You actually have no idea what's in it, but it works. You stabbed it into Crosshairs neck and prayed to the Force that it worked. You continued to to CPR. There was nothing else you could do. You removed it armour and proceeded to bandage his electrical wounds. You used Bacta spray on the wounds, disinfecting it. You then bandaged it. Crosshair shot up, groaning at the sudden pain in his chest. You pushed him back down. Surprisingly he compiled. "How is he?" Hunter asked. "Good, he's awake now. Meaning he'll survive." You responded. Tech finally saw an opening through the chaos he was maneuvering. He jumped into hyperspace. Hunter immediately jumped out of his seat, to see how his brother was. Crosshair let out a pained groan. You just sighed. "Will he be ok?" Wrecker asked. "Yeah, he will. He just needs to rest." You said, standing up and stretching your legs. Hunter and Wrecker helped Crosshair up and into his bunk. You sighed.

Every time someone get's hurt you get an adrenaline rush. You also have a slight panic attack. It's not noticeable, but it's there. Sometimes it can be bad. Tech looked at you. "I'm going to join them in the bunks. We have a big mission soon. You should get some rest." Tech stated. You just nodded and made your way to the supply closet. You couldn't stretch out fully, but that was ok.

This was only the beginning of your journeys. The worst was yet to come.

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