(Y/n) and the Bad Batch

Kaller Continued

(TW)

While the rest of the bad batch were being lead away, I was taken to a separate area to be tortured.

"Right," Tarkin positioned me in a chair.

He hooked up some machinery to the chair; most likely for electricity.

"Let's start with question one," Tarkin began.

He pressed a button on his console, and I felt a surge of electricity flowing through my body. It burned horribly, but I did not want to give Tarkin the satisfaction.

"Tell us what Clone Force 99 is planing to do against the empire!" Tarkin roared, pressing on the console.

I did not respond, but I screamed instead. The electricity was clearly made for someone like me, but why? Was it for The Bad Batch?
Whatever it was, it hurt like h£||!
He kept the electricity on and waited for me to answer. When I did not, he increased the ferocity of the electricity. I screamed and screamed and screamed, but it was not for a whole half hour that I did not get any relief.

"Let's see if we can get you talking later," Tarkin drawled and walked out of the room.

(Hunter's POV)

I watched as Y/n was taken into a room adjacent to our own. Although we were happy to find Omega waiting in the cell for us; I was not happy to see that y/n was being tortured. For our sake.

We entered the cell, and I knelt in front of Omega.

"I warned you not to come back." She frowned guiltily.

"Had to," I smiled, "we were looking for you."

"Me?" She pointed at herself.

"We're going to get you out of here kid." I nodded.

Much to my relief Tech gave a reassuring goggle adjustment, and Echo gave a small smile. I did not need anything from Wrecker to know he was exited.

(Standard POV)

The electricity went off again, surging through my body, and inflicting me with pain.

"F^*k you..." I quietly whispered.

"Answer the Question," Tarkin frowned in disgust.

"I can do this all day," I smirked at him, returning my voice to normal volume.

He frowned again, and nodded to the man behind the machine. The electricity came again, stronger this time. But if I gave in, it would end the bad batch.

Tarkin shook his head, "take her to a cell."

A clone came up to me, I smirked at him.

"But not the one with the other members," Tarkin looked at me, "the one next to it."

They lead me into the other room, and forced me through the doorway. I struggled to show how strong I still was, but it was mostly an act. I was smoking when I came in, and it was still peeling off my clothing. My muscles, though energized, felt weak from the pain. They pushed my inside a cell, and locked the door before I could escape.

There was a long awkward silence until the guard started consulting someone outside.

"Y/n?" A small voice came from the other cell.

"Yeah?" I looked at the wall.

"Are you alright?" It sounded like Echo.

"Fine thanks," I nodded, trying to keep my breathing more steady, and less heavy.

(Hunter's POV)

I frowned when I saw y/n come in the room. She was smoking, and looked badly injured. Tech was doing his best to look unconcerned, but I could see the uncomfortable look he had.

"Hunter," Echo nudged me, "y/n may be alright right now, but that took a lot out of her. We've got to escape, and fast."

"Why?" Crosshair looked at him.

I furrowed my brow.

"Because they'll do it again!" Tech said in his, 'I thought it was obvious,' tone.

"You think they'll really do it again?" I looked at him.

"They won't stop for nothing for that information," Echo looked at me.

"What information?" I questioned.

Echo shrugged.

"Unfortunately," Tech looked down, "I am uncertain. It must be something about us and the empire, but I am unsure of what specifically."

"So much for being smart..." I heard Wrecker murmur.

Tech gave him an unamused frown.

Two clone officials came into our cell, and demanded for Crosshair. I stood in front of him, and tried to argue. All that ended up happening was a blaster punch to the gut. Crosshair shook his head as he got up, and walked with the others. I bet both y/n and I were both hoping that Crosshair was not being tortured.

Suddenly, Wrecker lifted his nose in the air, "smells weird."

"That's because it's clean," Echo frowned.

"And you're only noticing it now?" I heard y/n say from the other room.

I had almost forgotten she was right there. That made Omega chuckle, and Echo smile.

"Tech," Echo turned to him, "we don't have a lot of time."

"What do you suppose I am doing?" Tech was furiously tapping his foot on the ground.

After some time, Tech said, "I've got it."

The face he made was amusing.

"Why didn't I think of it before?" He got up, and sat between Echo and I.

"This isn't a prison," Tech lowered his voice.

"Yeah? well I beg to differ." Echo frowned.

"How does that help us?" I shook my head.

"Because while these facilities were designed to withstand normal individuals, they could not possibly account for someone like Wrecker." Tech explained.

"WOAH! SO YOU'RE SAYING I CAN PUNCH OUR WAY OUT?!" Wrecker exclaimed happily.

Omega and I both shushed him, and Tech put his hand to his mouth worriedly.

"Sorry," he lowered his voice, "so I can punch our way out?"

"If you punch the correct spot," Tech still had one hand near his lips.

"Right," Wrecker nodded, "show me where."

"This might look suspicious," I frowned, "form a wall."

Collectively, Echo, Omega, and I formed a wall. Wrecker also took up a spot, but was less conspicuous about it. Tech began feeling around the wall, and pawing at certain parts of it.

"Hurry up." Echo hissed.

"Found it," Tech whispered, showing Wrecker, "right here."

"Right," Wrecker knelt down, "tell me when."

"Now." I said sternly.

H grace it a small hit, and quickly sat back down. A loud clang wrong about the room. Tech joined the wall, and frowned at Wrecker's confusion.

"It didn't work." He frowned.

"Try it again," Tech whispered, "a little harder."

"You're all clear, make it count." I nodded slowly.

Wrecker pulled his fist back, and completely smacked the wall. Another clang sounded, and he sat back down quickly.

"Aw, it still didn't work!" Wrecker frowned, looking more afraid.

Tech frowned, and went to check the spot; he pawed at the wall again.

"On the contrary..." I heard y/n from the other room.

"It worked perfectly, look," Tech tore a piece of the wall away.

"Yeah, I'm not fitting in that." Wrecker curled on end of his lip.

Tech gave him a, 'yeah no $*!t,' face.

"I'll do it," a voice chimed in.