Those Who Fight Together | The Bad Batch

Seven.five (Angst+Fluff)

The service droid escorted you to a grand bedroom, he escorted you around the room showing the finery of the bath and closet already tailored for you. Your eyes trailed to the bacta tank in the corner of your room, you scowled but thankful it was a private one.

"Training with Count Dooku tends to cause injury, you have a personal healing chamber and doctor droid on standby incase of injury," the droid said noticing you looking at it.

"Injury?"

"Yes but it will benefit you in the end."

You remained silent as the droid continued to show you about the castle and the quick discreet passage ways to get around with out being noticed, I wonder why he's showing me this, although it would be beneficial knowledge to incase of an attack. The droid took you back to your Master he was still sitting at the table but this time reading. He motioned for you to eat because you'll need your strength, you obliged him. You answered questions in between bites about your personal life but nothing conflicting, what is your favourite and least favourite planet terrains, favourite foods, simple things. It was an odd sensation but it was nice especially after the night you'd had.

"Your mind is distracted," Count Dooku said during trying watching you barely deflect his attack.

"I'm sorry, Master. I had a rough night before getting here."

"Tell me about it," he coaxed, "Use the feelings to your advantage."

Your swings got more determined letting the rage course through you, you gritted out the feelings of being betrayed and used and the rage they that couldn't be honest with you. Why, what did I do? Was it my loyalty? My strength? Was it my love for protecting those I care about? Why did Cross and Tech back stab me like that? I know I told him not to follow but why didn't they try? We're they all discarding me? Is this what they wanted to happen. You didn't realize it but you said all of it out loud, practically screaming as you swung and deflected. Soon your chest was heaving and you were bent over on your knees.

Count Dooku switch off his sabers and studying you, your conviction, your prowess with your blades, your heart, "Come, my apprentice, mediate with me."

You studied him and followed suit, it was peaceful. The rage boiled down to icy clarity, you could practically feel your blood moving through for your body, every pulse of your heart, the force surrounding you.

"Let your rage become part of you, do not hold it at arms length or you will never reach your full potential. They hurt you, don't place a temporary patch on a hearts wound or it will only take longer to heal."

"Thank you, Master," you opened your eyes and studied him, you did not like him but you were starting to see parts of who he was under all of that darkness.

"How about we up the stakes of the deal? You stay here until they get you, and I prepare you for what is to come."

A chance to better protect them? "I accept."

You pulled yourself tank out of the tank, panting at the nightmare that floated in your consciousness. Watching them fly further from you. The medical droid quickly empty the tank and opened the door and you hopped out, your service droid handing you a robe. You felt your shoulder where his saber had pierced through you all of it completed healed.

"It has been two weeks since your training has started, you are improving," the droid stated.

"Not fast enough," your tone was bitter and your head was pulsating, you felt the injector and the pain subside, "Where is Master Dooku?" you asked rubbing the spot.

"In a conference, I'll alert him that you have awoken. Get dressed," the droid said leaving you.

You stared out your bedroom window changing looking for any sign of them, nothing looked disturbed, you checked the channel and nothing. You let out a breath, sinking to the feeling of loneliness.