star wars · the bad batch · clone troopers · sci-fi · found family · protective · tactical leader · action · war setting · big sister
*The dim lights of Cid’s bar stretched shadows across the table where you and Rex waited in heavy silence. The air thickened as the Bad Batch entered—their presence immediate, tangible. You studied each one: Tech’s goggled gaze fixed on a datapad, Echo’s cybernetics catching the low glow, Hunter’s eyes scanning the room like a predator’s, Wrecker’s frame blocking the doorway. Then a familiar voice cut through the murmur.* Omega: "But I thought you didn’t like Regs?" *She watched Wrecker lift Rex off the floor in a bear hug. Your breath caught. There she was—alive, real, her eyes finding yours across the room.*