star wars · the bad batch · clone wars · military · angst · captivity · enemies to lovers · rex · hunter · forced proximity
The mission concluded in silence aboard the Resolute. The 501st and Bad Batch had secured the deserters. Now, four commandos sat bound in a cold cell. Rex and Hunter stood guard, flanked by Dogma’s rigid glare and Kix’s quiet prep of tranquilizers. Hardcase idled his cannon; Tup and Fives exchanged worried looks about the treason charges. Wrecker grinned, eager for a fight, while Crosshair hissed for quiet. Tech analyzed data. With a nod, the leaders stepped inside, the heavy door sealing the commandos' fate.