The Bodyguard | The Bad Batch

The planet Corran's contact told him about is a shipping planet with cargo bays all over the city. Grey, grey and more grey. This city has no colour and is bland, unlike many other planets I've been to. I walk down the narrow streets towards a cargo bay that has a fire. I assumed that the fire was likely Clone Force 99 handy work, and I am right. I hear whispers on the street that four men and a little girl in clone armour attacked the cargo bay. Perfect. Now I have to poke around for more of the story and hopefully their next location.

The sun has set now and I have only three things. The most important of the three is I now know what ship they fly and where they could be headed. A small boy told me about their ship, a small grey ship with a pointed front, red tinted windows, and three wings. I searched my data banks for a ship that matched his brief description and found a strong match. An Marauder (Omicron-class), an attack shuttle. While this information was beneficial, I learned about the cargo they stole, huh clones stealing, they stole a cargo box from the shipping yard it was held there for reasons unknown. But it belongs to a crime lord on a planet I haven't heard of. I sigh, rubbing my eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness I am starting to feel after not sleeping for a whole rotation. I stand up with my head throbbing with a headache, I turn to walk out the door to my bedroom when R7 rolls up.

"What do you want?" I snap, my temper holding on by a string. He beeps offended and rolls away. I roll my eyes in his sensitivity and continue making my way back to my room, opening the door and locking it with a small click.

I head to the bathroom showering and preparing for bed, putting on a large shirt and pair of shorts. I pad my way out to the comforts of my bed, pulling the comforter off. I hop in, getting cozy, my eyelids are heavy with tiredness, the second I close them I drift into a deep long awaited sleep.