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Invisible scars

Ok this chapter includes some heavy topics and not for anyone under fourteen pretty please :D

Tw: Attempted sexual assault (before anything happens it is stopped), drugging, alcohol, violence, language, vomit.

The Bad Batch was tough. No doubt about it. They were biologically designed (like the other clones) to be soldiers, after all. They were strong, mostly intelligent, and while they may have some flaws, their strengths made up for it.

The one thing they collectively weren't qualified to do was lead.

Hunter was a great squad leader, of course, but in the eyes of the Republic (the Kaminoans may have had some influence here) they needed someone who wasn't a clone. Because apparently, if they didn't have someone to keep them in line, clones wouldn't follow orders, as ridiculous as it sounds.

So that's how they ended up with Cora. She was their official commander.

Unofficially, she let Hunter do most of the leading. He was good at it and he knew the others better than she did. She was a recent addition to the group, but they had been with her long enough to trust her.

She worked well with them and she was pleasant to be around. Cora was polite and pulled her weight, on and off the battlefield.

So when they were given some time off on Coruscant they were excited to hang out with her in a non-deadly area. The Bad Batch took her to a bar that they regularly went to (Not 79's. They felt out of place there.) and she bought them all drinks.

"Drink up!" Cora shouted over the music. "It's on me!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Wrecker cheered and chugged his drink down. He elbowed Tech as he did so, causing the goggled clone to give him a disgruntled look.

Tech adjusted his goggles by pushing them up his nose with his index finger. "Please refrain from bumping into me. I do not want to spill my drink."

"You've barely touched it," Crosshair pointed out. "It's still pretty full."

"Come on, Tech," Cora encouraged. "Just drink it."

Tech wrinkled his nose, but downed it all. He coughed as he put the empty glass down on the table. "That burns."

Crosshair snickered and downed his shot in a single mouthful. "Baby."

"I have to go to the 'fresher. Guard my drink, okay?" Cora slipped out of the booth.

Hunter rubbed at his forehead. "Are we almost done? This place is loud."

"I will accompany you," Tech told Hunter. "I have a project to work on and I rather dislike this bar."

"Let's go, then." Hunter stood up and shuffled around Wrecker. Tech followed and they exited the bar, Hunter's shoulders stiff and Tech's lip curled in disgust at a couple grinding on each other.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Crosshair muttered as he went to the bar.

Wrecker was left alone at the booth before he decided he wanted a drink too. He joined Crosshair in fighting for a spot at the bar. 

"You should've waited for me," Cora said as she returned. She pouted at their drinks. "I said the night was on me and I meant it."

Crosshair moved over to make room for her. "We didn't want to wait. You take forever in the 'fresher. Especially when you're showering."

Cora scoffed. "Says the one who moisturizes."

"It makes me feel fresh," Crosshair mumbled, turning his face away.