The Bad Batch: One Shot Collection

Lost in Battle

Wrecker gets misplaced on a mission, trapped on his own for the first time, as he and his brothers try to find their way back to each other. (Basically, pure Wrecker whump and hugs)

All things considered, even Wrecker would say that he's completely lost. He can even hear Crosshair's teasing voice in his head, telling him he screwed up epically. He doesn't know what happened. Whoever gave them this intel was clearly either drunk or insane, or playing a prank even Wrecker would like to punch them for. The last thing he remembers is being thrown over a cliff and trying to slide down the side with his knife to slow him, and a lot of screaming.

Then darkness.

It's nighttime now. And comms must be jammed, cuz he can't get a single signal through. He doesn't know where he is. He's not like Hunter or Tech. They just know things. Wrecker doesn't. He's strong, but that doesn't help when his ribs are burning badly enough that he could swear somethin's broken. It certainly feels like it. The wheezy breathing, the burning pain – Wrecker's never broken a rib before, but his brothers have. He knows the symptoms.

Maybe they really weren't ready to be with Echo on missions yet. They did so well on Kamino, they all thought everythin' was fine. Maybe they should've waited a little longer until they were fully trained for it? He thinks that's where they messed up. He's not sure anymore.

He really wishes one of his brothers were here. At least they're safe. Probably. They'll be looking for him. But what if they don't find him on time? What if somethin' gets him while they're gone? No, no, he's not gonna die out here on this forsaken rock. He's a Bad Batcher. Nothing can kill them.

Walking is getting hard as he stumbles, slumping onto the rocks with a groan. Where are they? He doesn't even see any droids. Just... darkness. Are they okay?

His chest is burning. Wrecker needs to keep moving to try to trek back to their campsite, but he has no idea where to go. He doesn't know how to tell directions. He's not the one with a compass or datapad and he can't read constellations. He grew on up Kamino where you can't even see stars most of the year, and even if he could, he'd probably read it wrong.

He can only half see. Walking really, really hurts. Maybe he should just... sit down for a while.

***

This looks like the landing sight. Kinda. He's not sure. Wrecker looks around the area. His vision is blurring, and he feels dizzy. Did he hit his head? He definitely has a headache. Something's... moving. He thinks something's moving, anyway.

He shines his flashlight around, but doesn't see anything. Whatever it is, it's staying hidden.

Wrecker shudders. He hates monsters. And they always chase him. They must think he smells good or somethin'.

He just wants his brothers.

Something hisses right nearby him.

That worry's lost fast when he sees two droids approaching.

He shoots at them, the sounds echoing deep into the night.

Something wraps around his leg and yanks. Wrecker yelps as he's thrown to the ground, some sort of tentacle or snake monster trying to eat him. Probably. His arm throbs, though he can't remember why. He yanks his vibroblade out and chops himself free, then throws it at one of the droids before it shoots him.

Wrecker drops onto the ground with a groan. Okay, maybe he's a little more injured than he thought. But he can't sleep here. It's dangerous. He can't...