Fixing Our Broken Pieces || The Bad Batch

Chapter 14: A Good Friend

"We've got eyes."

"Yeah, I see them."

"How many?" Omega says quietly

"I can see three." Orla answers

"Stay casual, Wrecker you ready?"

"Waiting on you."

Echo and Wrecker set on their helmets and they all begin running, their guns ready to chase after the scrappers. Wrecker stuns two but misses the last one. Wrecker jumps onto the platform as the Scrapper tries to escape. It flies off with Wrecker still hanging on claiming, "he's got this under control."

Echo notifies Hunter and Tech they've been spotted and Wrecker is in pursuit. Omega repeats Wrecker's quote to them but Tech is not convinced.

"That's not comforting."

"Orla, can you catch up and get a visual?" Hunter asks.

"She's already on it," Echo answers Hunter instead while Orla has already started running to higher ground and waits for the Scrapper. When they reach her, Wrecker has already fallen off but she stuns the scraper with one shot and their vehicle crashes.

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It's later in the afternoon and the sun is setting, drawing a white line across the horizon. The Bad Batch meets up back at the Jedi cruiser with explosive parts and a stunned scrapper on Wreckers patrols. Echo worries about the Scrappers but Hunter rightly points out they need the money from the halls inside the ship.

"Just a few of those weapons should clear our debt with Cid," Hunter theories.

"I'm sorry," Orla stops him, "debt, already? Hasn't it only been a few weeks?" Did it seem to her that they never cared to mention this detail until now? No wonder they were so silent when they first asked her about mercenary work. She shook her head at their silence.

"The intel from the bridge's central system has the potential to be worth far more than any weapon," Tech steered the discussion away from a possible heated debate of Hunter's living choices for his squad. Instead, Hunter gave his orders to Tech,

"Get to the bridge, get the power online and whatever intel you can gather," he caught Orla's eye and added, "Orla, you should go too."

"That's fine with me. What are we going to do about these guys?" She pondered, moving one of the scrapper's legs with the tip of her foot that was in her way.

"We'll grab what we need and be gone before they even wake up," Hunter said confidently although Orla was doubtful.

You better hope so.

Tech and Orla quickly made their way through the ship up to the bridge. Tech seemed to catch up with Orla's fast pace and long legs with ease, something that rarely occurred. They wasted no time when getting the power switched on as fast as possible. They both had the same idea in mind of getting out of there quickly. Tech updated the rest through his comlink and Orla scooted herself under the ship's panel to get a look through the system's data. She found the data imprint still intact but still needed to transfer the files and copy its master drive but Tech was already busy looking through the rest of the controls on the ship. Unwilling to bother him she called for Omega on her comlink.

"Hey ad'ika, do you mind giving me a hand up here?"

"On my way!" she answered back, not even a second after she called her.

In a matter of minutes, there was a small bang and a high-pitched voice that only could belong to Omega. Orla could see her knelt by Tech in the corner of her eye who sat up to explain the situation. He got Omega to copy down the drive and while she waited, she saw Orla's lightsaber next to her feet.