Wrecker couldn't say how or why but lately their missions had gotten weirder. Not because of the way they were going or the fact, they were appearing in strange areas of the galaxy. But mainly because of the many incidents during their missions.
Yes they were adapting to be a new squad member with Echo joining but Wrecker couldn’t help his normal banter being joined with yelling at a certain marksman to be careful. Just the other day, Crosshair had taken an impeccable shot which had set off a chain reaction pushing separatist forces back but in the process the chain reaction had come back on the marksman and Crosshair ended up injured due to landing wrong when he had dived for cover. At first Wrecker made sure his batchmate was okay before he yelled in absolute fury for Crosshairs carelessness, the others were shocked while Crosshair, just being himself, argued back. Maybe he should have waited until the mission was over but Wrecker couldn’t help himself as the bullets flew over their heads, the two probably would have still been arguing if it hadn’t been for the rest of the squad dragging them out of there.
After the argument, Hunter forbade the two from being in each other’s sight for the next two days and they had to work with the others which wasn’t hard but Wrecker couldn’t help his sudden feelings for the marksman's health. Yes Crosshair was their sniper and could take care of himself but Wrecker couldn't help the increased worry, so he was quite relieved to hear the familiar snake-like tone over the commlink ensuring that he and Tech were on their way back.
“Wrecker?”
“Yeah?”
The demolition expert turned only to see his concerned teammate looking at him, Hunter was watching their surroundings giving Echo the chance to ask his question or more like make a statement.
“You’re worried, they will be back soon”
“I know, I’m just…what…urgh…”
“You're in love aren’t you?”
Wrecker could only look at Echo in shock, the demolition expert froze slightly. Echo could only smile, “Hey, it’s nothing to worry about. We don’t judge and to be fair you and Crosshair balance each other out. I’m surprised the two of you aren’t already together, I assumed you were, especially since Crosshair sits in your lap a lot” Echo softly said. Wrecker fell deeply into his thoughts as Echo patted his shoulder before he headed back over to Hunter, leaving behind a new thought in the air.
To be fair with the way the two acted, Wrecker now understood why Echo thought that. Maybe the others thought the same, especially since Crosshair only really slept if the demolition expert was around, Wrecker knew his presence made the marksman feel safe. His thoughts were rattled by a tone that sounded terrified.
“Hunter! We need immediate backup! Crosshair is down! I repeat our snake is down! We are surrounded by pirates and droids! Hurry!”
Tech’s message definitely broke through the thoughts of the demolition expert who wasted no time in scooping up his gun and racing down the hill with his two teammates on his heels.
“Wrecker! Slow down!” Hunter tried to order but a nudge from Echo had him shaking his head. Hunter sighed knowing exactly what Wrecker was thinking especially since Hunter was seeing a female who would not be named but she was his world and if she was in danger, he would probably lose it.
“Hunter! Where are you?! Crosshair wake up…, please respond! Oh god, they have a tank! Hunter….! Echo! Wrecker! Anybody?!”
Tech’s desperate tone had all of them moving quicker.
“Tech! We are on the way!...”
“zzzz”
“Looks like there's a jammer, we can hear him but he can’t hear us” Echo pointed out the obvious. Hunter nodded urging his body forward. The three barely reached the facility before the tank took aim and got ready but out of nowhere a precise blaster bullet went straight through the tanks cannon exploding it from the inside.
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The Bad Batch - Mini Stories
FanfictionA bunch of mini stories /one shots over a variety of settings. From modern to celestial to the wide universe! Ideas for Stories that are too short for big books! Warnings: Explicit language - Swearing Torture, Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide...