? ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ??

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 A second chance!

A search party consisting of the Bad Batch squadron, Kenobi, Skywalker and Commander Cody found SAC-1 alive in a cave upriver from the successfully destroyed Separatist Base on Silva. The solo mission earned her a Chancellor's Service Medal and a wide array of injuries including part of her left leg sliced clean off by bomb shrapnel. She was transported to Coruscant to receive proper treatment, a proper welcome into the exclusive Experimental Unit: Clone Force 99, and a proper nickname - Talla.

Tech is fully prepared to bestow his knowledge onto their official new squadron mate, Wrecker is curious and hopeful about the future, Crosshair refuses to budge on his disdain for an outsider being forced to taint his family, and Sergeant Hunter gave Agent Talla a formal apology and a promise to do good by her...

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(DAY 8 w/ THE BAD BATCH)

"What is that?" Talla wondered with a raise of her brow as everyone faithfully stepped into the room bright and early the next morning, Wrecker oddly carrying in a mysterious crate on his shoulder and setting it by her bed where she was lying down after her scheduled 'dark-thirty' bacta tank session.

"It's your new armor the Kaminoans sent over!" Wrecker revealed excitedly, popping open the crate like a child eagerly ripping open a present from their parents and showing its contents to the groggy young woman.

The others made themselves comfortable in the spare chairs around the room, and Talla shifted the positioning of her bed with a press of a button, so she was able to sit upright. "Why did you bring it here? It's going to be another day or two before I can gear up again."

Wrecker still pulled a chair up to her bed and started taking out the various shaped pieces of white plastoid. "Well we gotta paint it like ours!" He said this as if it was the most obvious answer in the universe!

"Is that necessary?" Talla asked him, noncompliant, "Armor is just supposed to protect me from harm. Adding images to it just seems... redundant."

Wrecker paused, shooting her a clueless look, "Redun-what?"

"'Not useful.'" Tech clarified flatly without looking up from his datapad, happily tapping away.

"Ohhh!" Wrecker gave Talla porg-eyes, "But you're with us now, and we can't have ya looking like a boring reg!" The very thought made him wanna puke!

Now it was Talla's turn to be clueless, "Reg?"

Tech: "'Regular Clone Troopers.'" Tap, tap.

"Oh, so another nickname?"

Tap, tap. "Yes." Tap, tap, tap.

Talla made a noise of interest over this new fact she learned, filing it away for later.

Wrecker was relentless though with this weird face thing that seemed to work at wearing down her resolve, so she sighed reluctantly, "I really don't think I can make my armor like yours because I'm a clone soldier, not an artist. I don't know the first thing about painting."

"I'll help ya!" He assured her, "It's not that hard, jus' make it look awesome!"

Talla's expression was blank. "I don't know a thing about that either, Wrecker."