The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Agony

     Wrecker groaned in excruciating pain as his inner thoughts pounded ferociously in his head. There were too many voices screaming at him, one louder above all. He watched through hazy eyes as Hunter slumped to the ground, purple bruises starting to form around his neck from where his hands were previously wrapped around. Wrecker wanted to pick him up, take him to somewhere safe. All of his brothers and Omega for that case. Anywhere but Bracca.

"W-Wrecker, 'nap outta of it," the shaky breath of the sergeant brought the brute back into reality.

"I-" Wrecker started before a searing pain washed over him. "Good soldiers-Good soldiers follow orders." And like that, any last controlled thoughts he had completely vanished and were replaced by a calm and demanding voice urging him to finish his task at hand. Wrecker moved towards the limp and defenseless Hunter, only seeing red.

Just as he was about to pick up the clone, a bright blue bolt whizzed past the side of his scarred face. In one smooth motion, the larger clone stopped what he was doing, turning around to meet the petrified brown doe eyes of the smallest member of Clone Force 99.

Omega stood still, gripping his blaster which was almost too big for her to carry close to her side.

"Wrecker..." her voice trembled as she looked up at him with fear.

Wrecker looked back down at her. For a brief moment he wanted nothing more than to break down and apologize for everything, to tell her that it would all be okay, but the chip had other things planned. Within the mess of emotions, rage against the young traitor took over.

"You're in violation of Order 66."

Omega shook her head as she lifted the blaster up with unsteady hands. "Please, Wrecker!" She tried once more to break through to him as one of her fingers brushed the trigger. "I don't want to hurt you!" Deep down she knew she couldn't. Not in a million years. Her threat was empty and Wrecker knew that more than anyone else.

In that moment of realization, Wrecker lunged at her. Being almost double her size, Omega didn't have a chance to move out of the way. Her brother's armored forearm collided with her torso, knocking her off her feet in an instant. Omega sputtered as she was tossed to the ground. Her chin hit the metal floor, causing her teeth to puncture her lip.

"Conspiring with traitors makes you guilty of treason, Omega." Her name coming from his mouth wasn't like it used to be. It wasn't warm or playful. It was dark and cold, much like how Lama Su would talk down to her.

"Wrecker, it's your chip. You can fight it! I know it's not you." Omega could feel the tears starting to weld up in her eyes. She watched him for a second, sensing the waves of emotion coming from him, yet whatever was left of her friend disappeared again.

Wrecker reached down, picking her up by the back of her shirt, ignoring Omega's shouts of distress as he slammed her into the wall beside Hunter. A deafening crack was heard as the side of the clone's head hit the wall, leaving behind a small stain of blood. Muffled sobs were heard from his feet as the girl tried to sit up and regain her strength. It was a pathetic sight. With one simple kick, he was able to accomplish breaking at least four ribs. Almost as soon as he did, the crying came to a stop. The only sound he heard was the shortness of a pained breath.

Wrecker bent down, pressing his blaster into the girl's temple. She was nothing but prey that had tried to confront the predator. Her soft lifeless eyes barely met his before turning and looking elsewhere. She had accepted her fate.

Wrecker looked over her mangled body. He didn't want to remember her like this. She was a good kid. Why did she have to get caught up in such things? She didn't deserve this.