The Bodyguard | The Bad Batch

If the five of them really do let me become Omega's bodyguard, life will end being a lot more interesting, especially with Hunter and our banter. I press the proper code to enter my ship and climb up the stairs, the second I walk into the ship R7 beeps loudly.

"What the hell do you want?" I groan at my sassy droid, I have had enough of fighting for one night. The last comment about my sarcasm being a defense mechanism, hit home and I wasn't feeling it anymore, that's why I left without another word to him. R7 beeps at me in a rapid succession, it's like if a person was talking very quickly. "Woah, woah buddy, slow down." R7 looks at me as if he was glaring and repeats what he just said. Living with a droid you get to start to understand what they are saying, which can either be a good thing or bad thing.

Getting the basic idea of what he's saying, "I was gone for 2 hours max, chill man!" I retort, sometimes R7 acts like my mother or something and yells at me if I'm gone for too long. Sometimes he rolls over toes as punishment. R7 beeps at me and I ignore him, and walk over to my small bedroom, I flop onto my bed and lay face down, arms and legs splayed out. I groan in pain realizing a bruise started to form on my side from when Hunter pushed me into the wall. Assface. I slowly roll over and off my bed onto the floor, I lay on the cold hard floor for a minute before forcing myself to stand up. I pick up a shirt and a pair of pants that lay crumpled on the corner of my bed. I start undressing by unclipping the clasp keeping my long black cloak together, it falls to the floor by my feet and kick it into the corner by my armour stand. I then start taking off my wrists cuffs where my many gadgets lie, like my taser and a button when pressed releases flames. After they're off and on the small desk in my room, I take off the small armour pieces on my body, the breastplate, my shoulder plates, elbow plates, knee plates, and shin plates. I sigh and start unzipping my tight black suit and peel it off my body. Once it's off I throw it beside my cloak on the floor and start putting on my large purple long sleeve and loose linen black pants. I walk over to my mirror and start unbraiding my tight braids. After they come out I look at my wild fluffy hair in the mirror and sigh admitting defeat to the battle of my hair. I massage my head to provide my scalp some relief after it being pulled back for the whole day, and flop back into bed. I pull the blanket over top of myself and curl up and let my eyes close. 

I really got to turn off my brain.

After what seems like hours of laying in bed, not being able to sleep, I finally fall into a light sleep.

"Cas, wake up." someone pokes my side. I roll over in my small twin bed and open my sleepy eyes. Kayton kneels beside my bed with a large smile plastering his face. I can't help but let the smile forming on my lips turn into a grin. I throw myself at my big brother who quickly pulls me in for a bear hug.

"You back!" I squeal into the warm embrace he holds me in. He laughs "Did you miss me, Cas?"

"What do you think, doofus." I hit his chest playfully.

"Oh don't you get started!" he laughs and starts tickling my stomach. I try to hit his hands away but it's no use. Our moment of fun is interrupted by someone clearing their throat from the doorway of my room. Unlike the other kids I get a whole room to myself, sure it may be small, but it's better than having to share. This is because I happen to be a favourite of Madame Galindo for some weird reason that I can't understand, even though I get more than the other kids she treats me harder than everyone else.

The person standing in my doorway is Ninx, Kayton's best friend.

"Dude, we have to go." he tells Kayton. I look at Kayton then, the older kids do work for Madame Galindo, while the younger kids learn. Kayton looks down at me with a painful look on his face.

"You have to leave again." I ask with a small voice. He nods and stands up with me in his arms.

"Sorry, Cas. I'll be back soon I promise." he places me down on my bed and brushes the hair out of my face. "I promise"

"Just go already." I push him away from me and lay down on my bed aggressively and turn away from him. I hear a sigh from behind me "Cas, I'm sorry you know there's nothing I can do."

"Just go, Kay. Go." I tell him again, he sighs and turns, his footsteps reciting away.

"Bye, Cas." was the last thing he said before leaving, forever.

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My dream startles me awake, I wake up in rumpled sheets and in a cold sweat, the things that normally happen after I have a dream like this. Seeing Hunter and Omega must have triggered a dream to happen. Kayton was 19, the last time I saw him and I was 12. 8 years ago, 8, and the last thing I said to him was to leave. I should have never said that to him, never, and I regret it every day.

I sit up and throw my legs over the side of my bed, my arms rests on my thighs and my face falls into my hands. I take a shuddering breath and blink the tears in my eyes away. My right hand goes to reach for my necklace, my fingers slide the pendant over and back, over and back, over and back. I sigh and stand up, I start pacing around in my small room. I almost trip on my cloak which apparently I didn't kick well enough into the corner. I kick it aggressively, cursing the stupid piece of fabric. I look over at the clock beside my bed and decide to start getting ready for the day. I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower, turning it all to the hot side. Steam starts to fill the small bathroom and coats the mirror.

I hop into the shower and let the hot water burn my skin. I stay in the shower till my skin is pruny and wrinkled. I turn the water off and step out, grabbing the towel off the hook. I wrap the towel around myself and bring my hand up to whip the steam off the mirror. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes have bags under them and my hair is wet and tangled. I quickly get dressed in my suit and fight with my hair with a brush. After a few minutes I gave up and let my hair air dry.

The second I walk out the door into the main part of my ship, R7 starts beeping at me.

"Do you ever know when to shut up?" I ask him, I walk straight past him into the cockpit of my ship, I make sure to close the door before he can enter. I sit down in the pilot chair and check to make sure nothing is going wrong with the ship. The ship I own is a sleek dark metal ship with two ion engines, it's fast and has two gunner positions. It's a B70 fighter or as I call her Startstrider. They don't make this model of ships anymore so mine could be one of the last in the galaxy. It's special because of its cloaking mechanism and the speed it travels at. R7 ends up opening the door, why did I even try because that droid could power down the whole ship if he wanted.

R7 rolls in and stops beside me.

"Yes?" I raise my eyebrow. He beeps at me. "Oh so you want an apology? Ha. Not happening" he beeps at me again. "Uh huh, I was mean to you, yeah right back at you bud." he beeps a report that has me laughing. "Oh alright, bud." I sit back and continue laughing.

Author's note:

Hey everyone thank you to anyone who has decided to read this story, it makes me really happy to see people read this. I hope you're enjoying this story so far, and let me know if there's anything specific you want to see in the story. 

Sorry if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes. 😅

In the next chapter we get to see if Cassalyn will join The Bad Batch and get more Hunter and Cassalyn banter.