BAD BATCH SEASON THREE JUST CONFIRMED!!!
The battle simulation was...terrible.
"They did not have real blasters! Why the hell would you make them fight live-fire enemies?" Fifth Sister growled, glaring at Tarkin with an even deeper hatred. Clone Force 99 had no idea what they were up against, and clearly neither did Fifth Sister. It was maddening.
"The soldiers of the Empire must precede the ones that fought for the Republic. Now, I suggest you remove yourself from my personal space and go find something else to do or else I will notify the Emperor of your failure on Kamino. Make your choice." Tarkin said calmly, walking with his chest puffed out, arms behind his back.
Fifth Sister had to resist wrapping her hand around her vibroblade and launching it into his skull as she turned on her feet with a soft growl. She left the pompous Admiral to his rotten doings, instead going to find the defective soldiers, hoping they didn't blame her for what happened inside of the arena.
Immediately upon turning a certain corner, she was pinned against the wall, a forearm pressing into her chest while the other hand held a vibroblade against her throat.
"So we're pointing knives at our superiors now?" Crosshair questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"What the hell was that? Are you trying to kill us?" Hunter asked, his face sharp, maddened. He hated that the lives of his squad were put in danger during what was supposed to be a harmless training exercise.
"You might want to rethink the knife, Sergeant." Fifth Sister spat back, pointing down with her eyes. Hunter quickly glanced down to see a lightsaber hilt pressing against his stomach.
"Hunter-" Echo started, but trailed off after noticing the lightsaber as well. "You're a Jedi?" He blinked, eyes widening.
"No." Fifth Sister replied, keeping the glaring eye contact with Hunter.
"So you're a Sith." Crosshair chimed, chewing on a toothpick.
"In all but name." She confirmed, voice wavering. Hunter adjusted his grip on his vibroblade, trying to be intimidating. It wasn't working.
"Do it." She challenged, pressing her neck into the blade slightly, feeling a small amount of blood trickle out. Hunter's eyes widened slightly and he pulled the blade back and took a step away from her, looking at her like she was insane.
"Who do you Imperial snakes think you are?" Wrecker growls. Fifth Sister couldn't lie, that one stung a little. But she just glared intensely at him.
Sliding her lightsaber back onto her belt, Fifth Sister crossed her arms over her chest and remained against the wall, despite no longer being held against it by Hunter. "I didn't know what was going to happen in the battle simulation. Tarkin just threw it out there without notifying anyone–even Lama Su."
"Is he the one you warned us about?" Tech asked, datapad held tightly in his hand.
"Huh? I don't remember her giving us a warning." Wrecker chimed in confusion.
"The Mando'a." Fifth Sister replied, looking down at the floor for a few seconds. There wasn't any going back after this interaction. This would be her first and last offworld mission, and she'd be lucky if she got to live to see another day. "Kaysh cuyir chakaaryc. Traat'aliit gar besbe'trayc. He is rotten. Your squad is your weapon."
The guys all turn to Tech, who nods to confirm the translation.
"What does that mean?" Echo said, his face pinched up.
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Nothing • Tech
FanfictionA woman with a dark history and a clone that wants to understand her. Started April 8 2023
