🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 46 - Civil Wars 🤺

(HYPERSPACE - TALLA POV)

This was going to be an all-out, perpetual battle for the Bad Batch boys, the 501st boys, 41st boys, and the 212th boys, definitely not the sit-back-and-watch rebel training Talla, Rex, and Ahsoka were jetting off to, the latter worrying about her Master and the other Jedi involved too. Hopefully they could all return swiftly to aid in preventing Kuat from falling to the Separatists - the results would be catastrophic! The Clone Agent, Clone Captain and Padawan Commander had this odd guilt of not being able to help ensure that the Republic wouldn't lose their warship supplier. It was difficult to quell, even with the fact of knowing that this struggle had the potential to last weeks or months did nothing to stop the doubt of their nobility in following through with the promise to the rebels that would hopefully only take a few standard rotations, and end with Onderon aligning with the Republic.

When the Bad Batch faced battle scenarios that didn't quite fit any of their chaotic plans, they generally improvised without a second thought, for they had no choice but to learn how to do so, it was either deadly chaos under their terms or deadly chaos NOT under their terms, which posed a severe risk for a loss that could be prevented in the first place. Talla used this as an icebreaker with Ahsoka and Rex lest she have to suffer the entire journey to Onderon in awkward silence, because that first five minutes in hyperspace was OVERWHELMINGLY AWKWARD. They got the all-clear to roam the cabin once they made the hyperspace jump, yet there was nothing to do but sit there in your assigned jump seat and avoid eye contact, because there was no other place to inhabit BUT that small cabin.

Unless you were the solo pilot reclined in the cockpit up above, the lucky son of a tube. 😑 The poor gunner also inhabiting the cabin would've had to been completely obtuse to not notice the thick tension in the stale air.

"They're battlefront savvy, barely military protocol savvy, definitely not people savvy," Talla wryly took it upon herself to explain about her boys, to her two blank-faced comrades. "So I'm sorry on their behalf about what happened." She apologized, hoping with every cloned fiber in her being that court martialing could be evaded... By a simple apology?

Yeah, that hopeful flame died out pretty fast, both of her comrades were not impressed. Face burning underneath her helmet, Talla chose to feel around her U-shaped shoulder restraints for the release button. Maybe the pilot could squeeze her up there in the cockpit and they could play a friendly game of datapad sabacc!

Across the way, Rex found his release button easily and freed himself. "Batch-mates are inherently close," He claimed knowingly, leaning forward to perch his elbows on his knees with an irritated frown... on his busted lip... given to him by Crosshair. "But they've had two and a half years to learn how suck it up and do uncomfortable things for the greater good like the rest of us - this level of juvenile behavior is inexcusable and by how they completely disregarded everyone's safety over their own childish defiance, it could cost the lives of many brothers... perhaps already has." His eyes turned into a squint, directed at the woman who could confirm or deny this horrid theory that made molten anger roll through him.

Who hadn't taken off her helmet yet to literally mask her emotions from him at least, was still feeling up her restraints looking for the dang button. "Well, yes, I agree, but at the same time I... disagree?" Talla said, just as indecisive as that contradiction. "I mean you guys aren't -'' Her movements came to a standstill. "They're enhancements just came with a heaping helping of bone headedness." She repeated in an admittedly pathetic attempt to stop herself from finishing with, '- aren't worth crap to them.' Her release button was finally found but it didn't lift the restraints when pushed. The sounds of clanging metal was all that was heard while the female clone struggled with the jammed restraints, trying to not damage GAR military property with her enhanced strength. The feeling of suffocation was not her ally.