Mother of The Bad Batch-a Bad Batch story (ON HOLD)

Prologue

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"Riley Elrod, will you please come to my office." Lama Su commanded over the speakers.

Riley sighed and sat up from her seat and walked out of the mess hall towards the prime minister's office. She knocked on the door, and after hearing a quiet 'come in' she entered.

Riley is a caretaker for young cadets on Kamino. She's worked with many clones and often enjoys providing the boys with happiness before their departure to the war.

"We have a new assignment for you, miss Elrod." Lama Su spoke. Nala Se motioned to a chair and Riley sat down. "What is it sir?" She asked. "You will be caring for some cadets."

"Oh..so not really new then?" Riley suggested. She was confused. She always took care of cadets, so what's new about this assignment?

"These clones are different," Nala Se said. "They have enhancements that make them unique compared to the others." Riley nodded her head intrigued. "What exactly are these 'enhancements'?" She questioned.

"Different traits that make up a perfect soldier have been enhanced in each one of them. One is incredibly smart, one has remarkable eyesight, one has brute strength, and the last has enhanced senses." Nala Se explained.

Riley nodded her head indicating that she understood. "Right, so when will I get to meet them?" She asked. "Tomorrow. I will send their files to your datapad. That will prepare you for them." He told her.

With that Riley was excused and went back to her room. She sat at her desk and looked through the files of the cadets."These boys seem interesting. Hopefully they aren't boring like the last cadets I cared for." She thought out loud.

Riley suddenly got a holo message. She seen that it was from her sister, Mandy.

"Dear Riley,
How are ya, sis? I'm doing good—not that you care though you heartless di'kut. Anyways mum and dad are still mad that you are working with clones, you know as well as me that they hate clones.

Have you gotten a boyfriend yet? Or girlfriend—I don't really know what you're into these days. Anna got a boyfriend and she keeps teasing me. How in the galaxy did a 14 year old get a boyfriend?!

Speaking of Anna, she misses you a lot, I do as well. We miss our sister. Please come back to get this nerfherder off my back. She keeps calling me 'Mandy-lorian' and it's getting annoying.

I hope to hear from you soon.

           Love, Mandy"

Riley laughed at her older sister's remarks. 'Maker, Mandy sure has character.' She thought. Riley quickly began typing a letter to in response.

"Dear 'Mandy-lorian',
I'm doing alright—and you clearly don't know me, because I do care how my second favorite sister is. I just got assigned to a new group of cadets, although I haven't met them yet. They are apparently enhanced so they each have qualities of a perfect soldier.

Tell Anna congrats for me. She better tell me all about him in her next letter. Also I'm so sorry that nobody is interested in you, but you are pretty basic.

Love you both and tell Mum and Dad I say 'hi'.
Love, The favorite daughter"

Once she was done she sent it and went to the refresher to shower. Once out and dressed in comfy pajamas, Riley plopped herself on her bed and fell asleep.

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"Hey guys! Did you hear we're getting a new caretaker!" Wrecker exclaimed as he entered the barracks. His brothers—Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair—looked at him surprised.

"We don't need a caretaker. We are fine on our own." Crosshair said sternly. "Actually, having a caretaker would do us good. They would make sure we stay out of trouble." Tech said looking away from his datapad.

Crosshair rolled his eyes and scoffed. "When are we meeting them?" Hunter asked. Wrecker shrugged. "Uh I dunno, I didn't think about that." He admitted sheepishly.

"I still don't think we need one." Crosshair mumbled. "You better be nice to them." Hunter commanded. "Well what if they aren't nice to us?" He retorted. "You're just looking for an excuse to be a shabuir."

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Word count: 698

Translator:
Di'kut—idiot/waste of space
Shabuir—jerk