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Hyperspace
"Bat Four to Umbara Base." Four hisses into his communicator.
"I here ya Four. Whatcha need?" A woman asks.
"Nara? Is that you?" Four asks.
"You know it." The woman responds.
"Is there anybody else I can talk to? Someone more...qualified?" Four asks after letting out a sigh.
"Jawbreaker here sir. Sorry about that. I asked her to cover my post while I was out." A man says taking the communicator.
"I'm headed your way." Four hisses.
"Yes sir. What brings you here?" Jawbreaker asks.
"I'll tell you when I get there. Just get the troops ready for battle." Four tells him.
"Right away." Jawbreaker says and the communications fall silent.
"What's goin' on sir?" Nara asks.
"Don't know. You ready for a fight though?" Jawbreaker asks her.
"I'm always read fer a good fight." Nara smirks.
She was a chiss, meaning she had smooth blue skin with red eyes. She was a small woman but made up for her size with her big attitude. She wore muddy camouflage cargo pants and combat boots with a black tank top with a few tiny tears and holes all over. Her left arm was covered with brown clone armor that had yellow markings and a brown, snarling, Anooba on the shoulder with a Bat head on the bicep armor below it.
"I know you are." Jawbreaker nods to her as she started playing with a knife she unsheathed from her waist.
Jawbreaker was an old clone with a bald head and a dark grey beard. He wore a dark shirt with tan cargo pants and combat boots. He wore an old blue-marked clone trooper chest plate with a blue pauldron. Holstered on his side was a DC-17 pistol with a A280 slung over his back.
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Bat Squadron: The Rise Of Darth TS
FanfictionAn old friend thought to be dead returns, however not in the way Bat Squadron may have been hoping.
