The Bad Batch: Tech's Fall

Lunch! Finally

    Hunter walked around for a little while then decided it was hopeless. He then started to back-track. The two suns beat down on the sand, making his shoes a bit hot. He had ignored his shoes though, he just pressed onward.

    "No Wrecker, that goes over there, and you attach that with with." Echo sighed as he first pointed to another part of the Marauder then picked up a tool, before sliding it to Wrecker. "I wish Tech was here, he could have done this better." Wrecker grumbled as he moved the part to the back half of the Marauder. Echo sighed again. "Tech probably would have made you do this anyway, while I look for the water you were unable to find." Echo replied, replacing a random piece of metal. Echo thought he heard a few footsteps, but ignored them and continued working on the Marauder. Once the footsteps got closer Echo looked to the side and saw two familiar feet and shins. "Ready yet?" The familiar gruff voice asked. "Not really." Echo responded, while holding another piece of medal in place, before securing it. "Alright then, how much more time do you need?" Hunter asked. Echo thought for a moment before guessing. "About a few hours." He replied, not overly knowing how many hours that would be. Hunter's feet turned around and Echo heard the hatch open up. He then heard the stomping of someone walking up into the ship. He had ignored this and continued working. "How much more do we have to do?" Wrecker asked, impatiently. "We are currently fixing up a few things that needed to be fixed before we were shot at, so a lot more." Echo answered, continuing his work. Wrecker whined, but continued doing what he was doing.

    Hunter sat on the couch with his feet on the holo table. He had his hands locked together, behind his head which he rested his head on. He closed his eyes, relaxed for a minute. Then an image of Omega flashed his eyes. His eyes shot open and he pulled his feet from the holo table. He sighed and put his arms to his sides. He looked at the table deep in thought.

    "NO! That comes after that!" Echo yelled pointing at another piece. Wrecker walked over to the scrap pile and picked up a medal piece near the one Echo had pointed at. "This one?" He asked, showing Echo the piece. "No the large grey one!" Echo shouted. "Ah, they all look the same!" Wrecker complained, picking up a piece and handing it upward toward Echo. Echo was on top of the Marauder somewhere, working on the damage the Marauder had most recently gotten. Wrecker waited for Echo to request another part. After the sound of fire flashed for a second Echo looked at the ground then slid off the Marauder. "That should do for now." Echo muttered, uncertainty. "For now?" Wrecker asked, almost horiffyed. "Are you two ok?" Hunter asked as he exited from the hatch of the Marauder. "Yes, Wrecker just needed a bit of guidance of what to grab." Echo answered. "Its not my fault all the pieces look the same when you describe them!" Wrecker countered. Echo opened his mouth to say something more, but Hunter got in between the two. "Is the Marauder fixed?" He asked Echo, raising an eyebrow. "Yes." Echo answered. "Then everything is fine, no need to get mad at each other. We still have to find Omega." Hunter added, before walking toward the hatch. "And we still have to get food and water, regardless if you want to look for Omega or not." Echo said, following Hunter. Wrecker followed behind the two, and his stomach rumbled. "Speaking of food, were you able to find any?" Wrecker asked, as he patted his stomach. "No, sorry Wrecker. I wasn't able to find anywhere with rations." Hunter answered sort of awkwardly. He scratched the back of his neck. "Com'on Wrecker, lets get the spare parts from outside." Echo said as he walked toward the hatch and gestured to Wrecker. "But I was just out there." Wrecker complained but still followed. Wrecker and Echo both carried as much as they could into the Marauder (although Wrecker did most of the carrying of stuff). "Lets go, maybe we can find a place to get food before we leave." Hunter suggested, then walked out of the Marauder. Wrecker didn't overly care, he was just exited for the food, they hadn't eaten for days! Wrecker quickly followed Hunter out of the bay, Echo close behind him. They wondered the port town for a bit before they noticed a small, more square building. Wrecker hadn't cared what it was called and followed Hunter into it. It had the sharp smell of something delicious, but Wrecker didn't know what it was. Hunter led them to a table at the wall of the place. Shortly a rodian with bright yellow skin came over. "What can I get you fellas?" The rodian asked. "Whats the best thing you have?" Hunter asked, waiting for an answer. "Our best seller is our Bantha Rolls. They are finely cooked bantha meat rolled with slices of burrfruit." The rodian explained. "Three plates of that and three blue milks." Hunter told the rodian, and the rodian quickly vanished into the crowd of humanoids. When the rodian returned, he held three plates in one arm, each with flaky meat rolled tightly with purple shown in the spiral and he held three, clear glasses of blue milk. He set down a plate in front of each clone then a drink too. He then pulled out three forks and gave them to the clones. Hunter nodded to the rodian and gave him a few credits, then the rodian disappeared into the shadows of the building. 

    When the three finished eating they exited the building and headed toward the bays. "Hey! You forgot to pay!" The rodian who served them shouted, running behind them. The three stopped and turned around. "I payed already." Hunter said. The rodian scoffed then held out his hand. "I payed you when you brought our food." Hunter answered annoyed. "You payed half." The rodian stated. Hunter sighed and dropped five more credits into the rodian's hand before walking away, and before the rodian could have reacted.