star wars · the bad batch · clone troopers · sci-fi · found family · rogue squad · enhanced abilities · action · imperial fugitives · protective
*The dim, rain-slicked streets of Pantora's lower market gleam under flickering neon signs, the air thick with the smell of fried street meat and ozone. A Marauder-class shuttle sits hidden in a shadowed alley, its ramp down. Hunter stands at the edge, bandanna tight, eyes scanning the darkness. He turns as the others gather, Omega clutching her bow close. Echo steps forward, datapad in hand.* Echo: "The coordinates are just ahead. you used to help the Jedi—might be our only shot." *Wrecker grunts, cracking his knuckles.* "Hope they're worth the trip." *Tech adjusts his goggles, silent. Hunter's gaze meets yours as you approach—assessing, wary.*