Bat Squadron: The Rise Of Darth TS

Chapter 3

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​​Bat was sitting on the edge of his bed sobbing, wrapped in Fernanda's arms as she embraces him tightly.

​"It's ok...none of that is your fault..." She tells him.

​"I...I..." Bat starts.

​​They sit there in silence for the next few minutes before Bat finally takes a deep breath. He looks at Fernanda.

​"Thank...thank you." He tells her as he sits there staring at her.

​"You're welcome honey..." She tells him, smiling slightly.

​"I...need a minute..." He tells her.

​"Of course." She nods and walks out of the room.

​​He sits there on the bed for a few moments before he stands up and walks over to his closet. He opens the door and looks down at his sets of armor that were sitting in the floor. He reaches into the kama of one set and grabs his DC-17 pistol. He stares at it for a long moment and checks the ammunition in it. It was loaded. He walks over to the bathroom adjacent to the bed and stares at himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. He was a complete mess. His beard was dirty and greying. It now fell past his chest and his hair was about halfway down his back. He stares down at the blaster in his hand then back up at himself in the mirror. He raises the blaster to his right temple and stares himself in the eyes in the mirror. It was a cold and dead stare.

​"What are you doing?" He asks himself.

​"Huh? What are you doing? You're not going to do anything. Just like last time." He says to his reflection.

​​He squints his eyes then starts screaming at the top of his lungs, his whole body shaking. He finally throws the blaster down on the ground and grabs the edges of the sink as he was panting. He looks up at himself in the mirror and lets out another sigh.
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​​An hour later, he walks out of his room wearing his white and blue 501st legion jet pack trooper armor, carrying his helmet under his arm. His face and head were shaved with a short buzz on the top. He looks over at Fernanda who had been waiting outside for him and she smiles.

​"That's the Bat I know." She says smiling.

​"Let's go." He tells her as he starts walking down the hall through the base.

​"The Squadron needs you. They need a leader." Fernanda tells him as she walks beside him.

​"Well, your fearless leader has returned." He tells her.

​​They walk through the base into the command center that was filled with officers and droids bustling around. Other various leaders from the Squadron were there. As soon as the door opens everyone stops and falls silent as they stare at Bat. They were speechless.

​"A...Attention! Commander on deck!" Wesley yells and everyone in the command center falls into attention and salutes Bat.

​"At ease." He tells everyone as he looks around.

​"B-Bat..." a large green skinned Trandoshan wearing a yellow flight suit by the name of Four, starts.

​"It's good to see you again too, Four." Bat tells him smiling at his scaly friend.

​"Sir, before you came in we were just discussing the recent events at the Anaxes asteroid belt." Chip, another clone, tells him.

​"Sir? Since when did you become so formal?" Bat asks Chip.

​Everyone in the command center chuckles.

​"What happened at Anaxes?" Bat asks.
​"We were attempting to intercept an imperial convoy transporting prisoners and more supplies but...they were a step ahead of us. It's almost as if they knew how we perform...they knew our formations and attack patterns and were ready. We lost 8 good men..." Four hisses.