This was fun to work with! In light of the new Season 7 finally being released; I’ve chosen to fit this prompt into the Bad Batch! ^^ Cortan and Spartan are the OC’s of @naaklasolus
Prompt: “Yeah, I remember the drill.”
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The camp was in total disarray as Wrecker lifted Jesse up by the collar of his pauldrons and Crosshairs trapped Kix in a headlock. Rex was desperately trying to calm things down when a dark laugh echoed around the small clearing.
“Well this looks like it’s all going swimmingly. Still can’t keep your own house in order Hunter? Pathetic.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he scoured the shadows for the owner of the voice.
“Wrecker … drop him. Now.”
As the sound of one burly ARC trooper and his armor clattering to the ground with a pained yelp bounced off the strange crystal like growths that counted for plants; Hunter managed to spot a shadow standing in one of the trees. He growled low in the back of his throat and slowly drew his knife from his gauntlet; fingers signalling to the others where their chatty friend was. That was at least until a knife not his own pressed into his side; not yet hard enough to puncture the armor but hard enough to be a threat worth acknowledging.
“And once again an assassin proves why you could never match up to the A-types.”
The threatening words hissed in Hunter’s ear just as Tech yelped and collapsed under the weight of a dark armored figure dropping down on top of him. Wrecker roared with fury and charged at Tech’s assailant; not seeing the dark green armor that was heading his way until he was viciously bodychecked and went tumbling into the crystals. Crosshairs quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valor when a red dot flickered into life smack in the middle of his chest plate and he quickly raised his hands to show he was unarmed; releasing a wheezing Kix in the process. Rex also raised his hands; carefully stepping into the firelight and looking at the barely visible helmet behind Hunter. He knew that voice; and he should’ve known that this particular team would’ve been called in. Especially if no one had known that Cody was going to call in the Bad Batch.
“Swipes. I think you’ve proven your point.”
Dark laughter echoed around the clearing and Hunter fought back a shiver before the knife digging into his side vanished.
Hunter spun around to glare at the clone deserter in beskar’gam painted to disappear into the shadows; lip curling in disgust. He’d almost forgotten how much he hated Swipes; it had been so long since he and the arrogant bastard had last butted heads. Swipes removed his helmet and smirked evilly at Hunter before whistling loudly.
“Alright you lot; fun’s over. Let ‘em go.”
The clone pinning Tech down barked out a harsh laugh and shoved the specialist into the ground one last time before stepping off him; meeting up with the sniper strolling out of the shadows and the clone that had been standing up in the tree as a distraction. Dark blue armor covered in black angular detailing turned to growl at the green armored clone still wrestling with Wrecker.
“Spartan! That’s enough!”
The blue armored clone planted his hands on his hips and shook his head firmly.
The muscular clone grumbled sulkily and got up; shoving Wrecker away and skulking back to Cortan’s side. Cortan shook his head in amusement and just patted the bigger clone’s shoulder.
“You know how this works Spartan. No killing guys on the same team unless I say so.”
Spartan huffed and roughly shouldered Spectre out of the way as the sniper passed him; getting a snarl from the temperamental young A-type.
“Yeah yeah, I remember the drill.”
Swipes shook his head in amusement at the pair before returning his attention to Rex; deliberately cold-shouldering Hunter in the process.
“Now … I understand you wanna get in somewhere uninvited?”
