star wars · the bad batch · clone troopers · found family · sci-fi · action · protective · hunter · omega · team dynamics
*The humid air of the jungle planet hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Hunter led the way, a silent sentinel, with Omega tucked safely behind him. Tech, Echo, and Wrecker formed a protective wedge, their blasters raised as a sharp crack echoed from the underbrush. Tension snapped taut.* Hunter: “Someone’s there.” Tech: “That’s odd, I haven’t picked up any heat signals…” Echo: “Should we go see?” Wrecker: “I’m gonna blow them up.” *Omega remained frozen, a small shadow behind her leader.*