The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

The Darkest Betrayal

“He went this way!” 

Breathing hurt he knew that and so did his head but what was the last thing he could recall?

“This way!” 

His head whipped to the side to see lights heading for him.

“There he is” 

Without warning he took off into a sprint only for a fist to slam into his chest leading to his body to crumble to the ground. He was barely aware of the amount of footsteps that surrounded him and those spitting down on him, Kaller? Why did that ring a bell? He never got the chance to ask himself as his vision went dark. 

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks or months had passed, he didn’t exactly know since he had woken up chained to a chair with his eyes covered. He heard faint voices but he couldn’t work out who they belonged to.

“Let’s get this traitorous scum ready for his execution, the father of the little girl deserves to do this” 

Frowning, he was helped to his feet before he was dragged along a corridor, he didn’t even fight back as he had no energy whatsoever. His body was violently shoved forward onto something hard, he landed on his hands and knees before the slamming of a door had him frowning to himself. 

“Geez, kid what did you do?” A soft tone had him turning to face the direction only for a hand on his shoulder to help guide him to a bunk. “Kid?” the voice continued, “Oh god, they slit his throat. Dammit, kid. We will get out of here, Mayday come here”. 

He perked up at the familiar name which had the individual holding him tightly to let go. 

“Cross-hair?” 

The brutally beat up man lifted his head only to wince when the cover around his eyes was removed, he blinked several times until he caught the outline figure of Mayday, the clone whom he had not left behind, somehow he was alive. He tried to speak but he found himself coughing violently, his lips wouldn’t open. 

“The bastards sewed his lips closed!” Mayday roared, the other individual kneeled down in his view. Crosshair didn’t recognise him. 

“Names Slick, I’ve been prisoned here for a long time. The jedi sent me here way before order 66” Slick introduced himself, Crosshair nodded. He reached forward clasping hands with Slick well the best he could since he was handcuffed. 

“Come on, let’s get you free” Mayday whispered, holding Crosshair tightly in his lap allowing Slick time to snip the thread which Crosshair cried inwardly in pain, he could normally withstand pain but someone had sewed his lips together. 

“Geez kid what did you do to get put in here?” Mayday calmly spoke, Crosshair blinked making a fuzzy symbol. 

“I understand, order 66 knocked many clones and now when you come out of it, all you are seen is through the crimes you committed when you weren’t in the right mind frame. Ain’t that right Mayday, even if yours didn’t click on. You're down for execution as well” Slick explained, Crosshair nodded in agreement. 

“Yep, for some reason the so-called rebel council don’t believe that my squad died under the Empire, nope they think I killed them. My own brothers” Mayday spoke in a frustrated tone. 

“So, what got you in here?” Slick turned to Crosshair who frowned, he didn’t know and both clones could tell from his facial expressions. 

“LINE UP TRAITORS! TIME TO FACE THE MUSIC!” 

A command had Mayday and Slick helping the exhausted Crosshair to his feet, all three of them stood at almost attention especially since Crosshair was leaning against the bunk behind him.