The Bad Batch: The Twitch Factor

What's One More?

Tech was at the door when they reached the outpost, crouched down at the control panel, carefully hacking it. Hunter and Wrecker stood at the door, ready to provide Tech backup in case of any incoming reinforcements. Crosshair, meanwhile, aimed his fire puncher and shot the cameras, causing them to short out and fall dead.

"They'll realize the cameras are out soon enough," Hunter said.

"Just a little more time," Tech replied, focused on his task. "The door should be open momentarily."

"Cross, Twitch, be on alert. We don't know if that patrol is coming back."

As Tech worked on the door, Twitch kept a watchful eye on her surroundings, her hand tightly wrapped around her weapon. The outpost was well-hidden, and they should remain undetected as long as no droids were nearby. Suddenly, the door slid open.

"Go," Hunter motioned inside. Tech led the way, followed by Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Twitch. The outpost's interior was dimly lit, but they could see it was filled with droids and various equipment.

As the batch infiltrated the outpost, they stayed low and quiet. Hunter led the group through the hallway and held his hand up, making the hand motion for 'enemy'. They hugged the wall as they awaited Hunter's signal. After a brief moment of silence, Hunter nodded, jumped out from his hiding spot, and fired his blasters. The once-dim outpost was now illuminated with blasters' red and blue crossfire. Twitch fired at the droids, taking them down one by one with precision and speed. Once the room was cleared, they moved down the hallway, searching for the central control room.

As they progressed down the corridor, the alarm sirens filled the air, signaling their intrusion.

"So much for stealth," Crosshair growled.

"They're coming," Hunter warned, "let's get moving." They ran until they reached the main room, and quickly took out the battle droids guarding it. Tech sprang into action, getting to work on downloading what the Separatists had received from stolen Republic comms.

"Split up, each of you, take a hallway. We can't let them get in here." Hunter ordered running to one of the corridors. Twitch nodded and took the furthest left. The quickly approaching sound of droids filled her ears. As Twitch made her way down the left hallway, she felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her. It had been so long since she had been on an actual mission, with a team that didn't try to get her killed.

She smiled under her helmet and pulled out her weapon. Droids rushed the hallway and she picked them off, dodging their blaster fire. As she fired, she heard a loud explosion from the next hallway over and figured it was Wrecker, judging by the joyful laugh that echoed through the building.

Twitch continued down the hallway, taking out droids as she went. The sounds of blasters and clanking filled the air, and she could hear the others shouting and calling to each other over comms.

"Tech, how's it looking?" Hunter asked

"I should be done within a few minutes," he reassured.

"Take that!" Wrecker's voice rang through comms, piercing her ears. She smiled to herself. She was in her element, the thrill of the battle coursing through her veins. Alarm bells rang in her head and she spun around, ready to take out the incoming reinforcement that tried to sneak behind her. But to her surprise, it was Crosshair, who had come to help her with the droids. She spun around, leaning back, dodging a bullet as a clanker aimed for her. Crosshair took it down.

I guess this is happening now, She thought to herself, I'm not going to complain.

Together, they shot down the rest of the droids.