Those Who Fight Together | The Bad Batch

Two (hunter)

0700 came to early, the alarm woke you up with a mild head ache which you rarely had. You rubbed your temples and sat up which definitely didn't help. Taking a deep breath you stood and grabbed one of the water containers. You sipped on it while looking for the med bag.

"What are you looking for?" Crosshair said emphasizing every word.

"Med bag, I got a migraine."

"It's in the Cockpit," emphasizing the C, "Tech will be able show you."

"Thanks, Scrawny."

If he was going to try to get under your skin you were going to try to get under his skin. He sneered at you, it definitely worked. You laughed and stepped away from him heading towards the cockpit. He was right Tech was in the cockpit reading his datapad and eating.

He looked up and actually looked at you, "yes?"

"Migraine patch?"

"Sit," he stood up and pointed to where he was sitting.

He started digging around in the medical drawer, he planned out a scanner and a few patches. You rolled your eyes but sat down, figures since clone force 99 didn't have an assigned medic that he would also be preforming most of that role. Thankfully your pajamas didn't have sleeves so it was easy for him to run his test. It was nice to see him not as weirded out possibly acting like his regular self.

"You are severely dehydrated, malnourished and have a fracture in your right leg".

"The leg is fine if you've read my medical report, that is in every finding."

"Indeed it is, do you wish for me to fix it?"

"No, I earned that scar fair and square."

"It could be a hinderance during battle-"

"If you fix it, I will refracture it. Do you understand me Commando" you said with grinded teeth.

"As I do not have the rank of medic, I will have to accept that," he said cool as a dead star.

"I got it when I retrieved my Kyber Crystal, it was my lesson. To prevail even through weakness."

"Ah. Understandable, here is the patch for your head and hydration. I'll make you something decent to eat."

"Thank you," you said feeling your head pulse but this time there was also something more.

You switch to sitting on top of table. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. There is was again the little tug. It couldn't have been the artifact from this far. You reach your arm out to poke around in the force.

Tech was in the tiny make shift kitchen, through together some rations into what looked like edible food. He was still trying to figure out how to act around her given the indecent position he found her in with some reg in the shady back room of the 79. What vexed him even further was the regs taking bets on the subject, for a Jedi she was nothing like compared to them. Even looking over the data on file for the other Jedi, they were all proper and traditional. Her armor portrayed her as a soldier yet Jedi were suppose to be peacekeepers but she seemed anything but. He'd heard rumors of secret temple guards, but with out data he couldn't be certain which was a feeling he has aversions too. Tech was lost in thought until the food was nearly scolding hands, "kark."

"That was amusing to watch," Crosshair said chewing on a tooth pick.

Crosshair rarely ever sees his brother distracted by anything, Tech was always the one who kept it together no matter one.

"Is it the General?" Crosshairs voice was rigid, ever since they were assigned to help her it had been nothing but a mess.

Crosshair took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked at the garbage, the one end of it splintering as it hit the wall. She aggravated him, there was only room for one arrogant snark on this ship and it wasn't her.