Bad Batch Oneshots

"Come on!" Wrecker shouted, racing up the ramp to the Marauder as a flurry of blaster bolts raced past his head. Hunter and Jaye followed him in, turning back and shooting as many troopers as they could before the ramp closed shut. Hunter took the controls of the ship and flew the trio to safety. Jaye removed her helmet and chucked it across the ship, shouting in frustration as it narrowly missed Wrecker, who was descending the ladder from the gunner's mount.

"We almost had her!" Jaye screamed, pulling at her hair in complete rage. "We almost had her, and we blew it!"

"Jaye, there was no sign of Omega on that entire planet, how did we almost have her?!" Hunter shot back, forcing the ship into hyperspace and spinning his chair around to face her. Jaye glared at him, jabbing a finger into his chest as he stood.

"You said she was in that facility."

"I said that there was information about her in that facility, not Omega herself," Hunter shot back.

"There's only one person in the entire galaxy who could be labeled as a 'female clone,' what more information do you need?!" Jaye shouted, gripping the air in a chokehold.

"Hey, if you had disabled the security system like I asked, we would've been one step closer to finding Omega. You weren't supposed to get hurt and blow our cover!" Hunter's hands balled into fists at his sides, as if he were just itching to strike Jaye.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not as tech savvy as—"

All the fight left Jaye's body. She stared at Hunter as she realized what she was about to say. Tech. She wasn't as tech savvy as... Tech. Wrecker let out a soft, "Oh, boy..."

"Jaye..." Hunter's voice trailed off. His body deflated as the memories of Eriadu came rushing back. The air was thick with tension. Jaye averted her gaze, shuffling her feet as if she didn't know whether to stay or leave.

"You... you get my point," she finally said, crossing her arms. Hunter nodded, swallowed hard, and stiffly turned back to the navicomputer. Jaye took that signal and trudged to the other side of the ship. Wrecker started after her, but decided otherwise. It would be best to let her cool down.

He turned to the sergeant. "Hunter..." Wrecker mumbled. Hunter said nothing, slumping back into the pilot's seat with a deep sigh. He leaned forward and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in defeat.

Maybe it was best to leave Hunter alone, too.