Mother of The Bad Batch-a Bad Batch story (ON HOLD)

Chapter eighteen

"Are you sure you know your way around this place?" Hunter questioned as Crosshair led them through the ship, trying to find the docking bay where the Marauder was.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "Of course I know you di'kut." He spat. Riley—who was in between the two boys—watched them curiously. When they were younger they got along much better, sure they still had the occasional fight but it was usually quick. She wondered if they had drifted away as they had gotten older, and if so what caused it.

"Boys behave yourselves. Cross how much farther?" She said. "Not too long now..." Crosshair answered, he then grabbed Riley and kept her from turning the corner. Crosshair pressed himself against the wall and the others did the same. A group of 6 TK troopers passed by, fortunately they hadn't noticed The Bad Batch.

Crosshair looked around the corner to be sure more weren't coming, he then motioned with his hand for the others to follow him. Surprisingly, there were really no imperials anywhere. While some would see this as a good thing, The Batch knew to be cautious, someone would for sure know by now that they were freed and that Crosshair was missing.

"Everyone circle around Mom and Omega, this could be a trap and we don't want them to get hurt." Hunter commanded as they neared the blast doors to the hangar. Almost instinctively, the boys all gathered around the two girls, similar to what muskoxen do. (If you don't know what a muskox is it's basically a big bison-like animal from the arctic, the calves are absolutely adorable)

"I understand Omega, but why me too?" Riley questioned, slightly annoying that her sons didn't think she could defend herself. "Because the kid we're okay with getting hurt, not so much the same about you." Crosshair answered, earning an offended look from Omega.

"Do not listen to him Omega, you and Mom are simply the two smallest of the group and most vulnerable to attacks." Tech chimed in. "Hunter's small too though? He's only a little bit taller than me." Riley argued,

"Hey don't bring me into this." Hunter said, he had grown up being picked on for his size and he did not need his mom joining in on it. "Don't worry honey, you're a decent height," Riley reassured him, reading his mind, "just be sure to marry someone short." She added, earning an annoyed huff from Hunter.

The Bad Batch continued on, with Hunter and Crosshair leading them and Tech, Echo, and Wrecker acting as a caboose. Once they reached the blast doors Hunter could tell something wasn't right. He could hear people on the other side, a lot of people.

"This was a trap." He admitted, looking back at the others. "What do we do?" Echo asked. Hunter sighed and thought for a moment, with Crosshair with them they had a chance.

"I estimate there's at least 30 troopers in there. We can't sneak past them, they knew we were coming. We're gonna have to fight our way through." Hunter explained. "Oh yeah! Let's go!" Wrecker said triumphantly.

"Wrecker we can't just rush in. Listen, Tech you are going to try to get to the Marauder first, that way you get boot up the engines and be ready to escape." Tech nodded and typed something into his datapad, "Crosshair you'll be in the back protecting our flank." Crosshair quickly took out his sniper and loaded it, "Echo, you assist Mom and Omega if needed. And Wrecker you're in front taking out any heavy machinery."

Everyone got into position and waited for Tech to open the hanger doors. "Omega you stay by me, okay?" Riley whispered to the small blonde. "Got it." She affirmed, stepping a little closer to Riley.