"Harmless" Adventures with the Bad Batch

Cuts and Confessions

A/N: I have returned!  Sorry for being kind of MIA these last couple days, it has been a long and stressful week.  But I have a new chapter!   It got depressing and angsty tbh.  But please enjoy it! Next chapter will probably be for a story arc.   Please give me feedback, comments are like fuel for my writing.

I just want to say: I planned on keeping this chapter to myself.  I really did.  This has been sitting about half way finished for several weeks.  My original plan was to complete it but then just stash it somewhere for only me to see.  I wasn't planning on posting it, but I decided, eh what the heck I might as well.  But now you all can see more of Crosshair being a good big brother :)

Picture above isn't mine btw

WARNING: CONTAINS SELF-HARM.  If you or someone you know is cutting or hurting themselves in anyway, then SAY SOMETHING.  Staying silent just allows the pain to continue

Edited 

"Abby, clankers coming in on your left!" Hunter yelled over the comm channel.

The Bad Batch was infiltrating a Separatist base on the planet of Geonosis.  Currently, Tech was downloading data and it was Abby's job to give him cover.  Meanwhile, Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker were busy destroying the other droids around the floor.  Their "covert operation" hadn't been as covert as they had hoped so they all had their hands full.

"I see them!" Abby snapped, firing her blaster at the several beige battledroids as they came through the door.

But no matter how many she shot, they just kept coming.  Like a hydra, when one was killed, two took its place.  Abby kept shooting though, until she heard a cry of pain from behind her.  Tech was kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach and flinching in obvious pain.  

"Tech!" Abby yelled in panic.

"I'm fine, I'm fine.  The armor took most of the blow," Tech assured her, but he was still wincing and was trying and failing to stand on his own as dark red dripped onto and stained his light grey armor.

"Abby, what's going on down there?" Crosshair hissed, hearing the commotion over the comms.

"Tech's down," Abby shakily informed the others from her own commlink.

"I'm fine!" Tech tried to insist.

"No he's not!" Abby interrupted him.

"Dammit.  Wrecker, can you get to them?" Hunter demanded.

"Already going in, Sarge!" Wrecker replied.

Wrecker indeed arrived just seconds later, much to Abby's relief.  With guns ablazing, he aided her in 

"How do you like that, clankers!?" he yelled enthusiastic.

"Get Abby and Tech out of there, Wrecker," Hunter growled.

"You got it, Sarge!"

Abby groaned to herself.  She hated having to retreat from her post.  Not to mention the overwhelming guilt that bubbled in her chest.  The anticipation of a lecture from a certain Sergeant wasn't helping either.  All theses combined left a tight knot sitting in her chest as she, Wrecker, and Tech escaped from the facility.

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Abby was right to assume that she would be getting a lecture.