Bat Squadron: Season 2

Episode 18

4BBY
Utapau

Bat rolls over onto his side in bed and slowly opens his eyes. He hears the muffled steady beeps of his comlink that was buried under several papers and a shirt on his nightstand and he groans a little as he sits up. He rubs his eyes and grabs his comlink and presses the button to listen to whoever was calling him.

"What?" Bat asks.

"Oh uh...erm...was this a bad time?" A high pitcher voice asks.

"No. Speak." Bat says.

"Roger Roger. I need you to come to the command center, please." The battle droid says.

"For what?" Bat asks.

"I need to show you something." The droid tells him.

"Fine. I'll be right there." Bat says.

"Roger Roger." The droid says and the comlink goes silent.

Bat looks back at Fernanda who was still sleeping and sighs. He gets up without changing into his armor, to avoid waking her up, and heads out the door. He walks into the command center in his red and tan clone tunic and looks around at the battle droids and Pau'an and Utai walking around. A battle droid with yellow markings, a commander, the same commander that was at the council meeting earlier stops across the holotable.

"What is it?" Bat asks.

"We have picked up a droid signal from the planet Quell. We believe it is a separatist holdout. If it is, they could have valuable supplies and be a valuable resource." The commander says.

"I see. You make a point." Bat tells the droid nodding.

"Roger Roger." The droid says.

"So you said Quell?" Bat asks.

"Roger Roger." The droid nods.

"Alright. Come with me. I'll get a few men together and we'll head out to investigate it." Bat tells the droid.

"Roger Roger." The droid says and follows Bat out of the command center.

He grabs his E-5 as they walk toward the landing pads.

"Head to The Lobster and wait for me. I'll be right back." Bat tells the droid.

"Roger Roger." The droid says.

Bat sighs and walks back to his living quarters. He looks ahead as Fernanda sits up and climbs out of bed.

"Good morning, my love." Bat says and walks over.

He kisses her on the cheek.

"Where are you off to now?" She asks.

"Quell." Bat says as he opens the closet and starts undressing from his tunic and sliding into a body glove before he starts putting his armor on.

"Quell?" Fernanda asks.

"Yeah." Bat says and slides his right arm into the body glove then his left.

"Why? There's nothing there." Fernanda says.

"Not according to that one droid commander....I don't even know his name..." Bat tells her and puts his first boot on.

"He's a droid. He doesn't have a name." Fernanda says.

"Don't say that. You sound like my kaminoan." Bat says and points his second boot at her.

"I'm sorry but he doesn't. He's a droid." Fernanda says.

"We were treated like droids, were expected to live like droids, were expected to be called by out numbers and not these nicknames we gave each other. Our differentiation was frowned upon, our hairstyles and colors, our tattoos, even our scars were all frowned upon because it took away our all looking alike." Bat says.