Bad Batch: Healer's Heart

Decommissioned

Time for the Martez sisters....yay....

Minor cussing (only once), and Wrecker gets a POV, and so does Echo, but only for a second.

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​​​​​In Cid's parlor, Echo was teaching Omega how to shoot her new bow. She let go just as someone came down the steps, causing them to yelp and run away in fear.

"S-sorry." Omega said sheepishly. She

Echo kneeled to her level as she pulled back her bow. The curly haired girl's arms shook as she aimed for the yellow target painted on the wall. "Steady," Echo instructed. "Arms level...and keep you eye on the target."

"You can do it, kid!" Cheered the Ithorian Bolo.

"Not a chance." Said Ketch, his Weequay friend. "Miss! Come on! Miss!"

Althea shook her head from where she stood beside Tech. Those two had been betting on Omega's skill, much to everyone's displeasure.

Omega released her bow, firing a laser at the taget and hitting it. "Ah! Got it." She said with a small fist pump.

Bolo laughed. "Bull's-eye! Pay up!"

Ketch groaned as Echo rested his hand on Omega's shoulder. "Good. Again."

"But I've already hit the target three times." The blonde argued.

"Out of twelve." Echo's voice was stern. "That's luck, Omega, not skill. Soldiers need to be consistent."

The girl let out a sigh before pulling back her bow. Her arms shook worse than before and when Ketch made the comment about doubling the bet if she chokes, she did just that. Omega groaned as Ketch cackled. "I was doing better until those two showed up."

"You have to learn to tune out distractions, which comes with practice." Echo chided. "Again."

"Not exactly a natural, is she?" Wrecker whispered when Omega missed again. Hunter shrugged lightly, silently agreeing.

"Hey!" Wrecker grunted as Cid broke through their small circle.

"Okay, playtime's over." The Trandoshan declared. "We need to talk." She turned to the other two patrons. "You two, scram."

"Hey!" Ketch said. "Okay, we're going. We're going!"

Once they were gone, Cid turned back to the squad. "I assume you boys know what a tactical droid is?"

When no one answered, Tech shoved Hunter away and gently moved Althea. "They were the operational brains of the brains of the Separatist military–"

"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba." Cid interrupted. "This is my briefing, Goggles." She shoved Wrecker off of the holo table he sat on and pressed a button to show a picture of the target. "Tactical droid intel has tremendous value, which is why your gonna break into this decommissioning facility on Corellia–" She changed the image to a factory. "–And retrieve one before they're all destroyed."

"We haven't decided if we're gonna work for you or not." Said Hunter.

"Allow me to decide for you. You're in!" Cid ordered.

Althea let out a soft growl, something she didn't intentionally do.

Cid sent a glare her way. "Got a problem, Bright Eyes?"

Yes, Althea had many problems and Cid was one of them. But she made no response, and the Trandoshan nodded. "Good." She turned back to Hunter. "I'm talking a mutually beneficial arrangement. You make money, I make money, and I watch your back. With the heat on you, it's the best option you've got."