🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 17 - As far as first dates go... 😆

"We are Experimental Unit: Clone Force 99," The goggled one introduced themselves as when they were invited back to the counter and questioned further, the burly one proudly adding, "But we go by 'The Bad Batch!'" Which was admittedly a very fitting name when it was explained why they looked so different and why they were made to be so different. It was pretty wizard, what their capabilities made them able to do, the goggled one, 'Tech' enthusiastically spewing forth every fact he knew about their genetic differences.

And yet, Nik couldn't get past the fact that these scientists 'made' them this way, literally messed with their very DNA to make them these exceptional soldiers. It seemed a tad invasive, that they didn't get a choice as to who they were and what made them unique.

So, he commed in his sister and his girlfriend to consult on the matter.

His twin sister was very rowdy and very outspoken when Nik started out by telling the best friend duo that these guys didn't have enough credits to buy what they wanted done-

Hands on hips, blue eyes sharp and cold as ice daggers that caused the urge to recoil three steps out of claw reach, Skylar colorfully asserted (threatened), "Listen, buddy boys: no money - NO TATTOOS! That's how it works, that's how it's ALWAYS worked, so if you don't flash some shiny creds for the expensive body art you want, I'm gonna kick your sorry asses so far from here you'll be crappin' on Ryloth -!"

Nik interfered just in time, and told her that he and his brothers weren't a bunch of credit pinching lowlifes trying to scam them. "They're from Kamino - they're the soldiers we saw on the 'Net!"

Skylar eyed them all suspiciously, "They look nothing like those -" They lingered on the long-haired one, and tilted her head while pondering him, "Well... except for him, actually." And just like that, the colorful threat of was replaced with the opposite end of the spectrum - delight! Because the Bad Batch were the first group of clone troopers to visit their humble establishment, and after a mild interrogation it was decided these poor deprived souls and grossly underpaid brave soldiers of the Republic needed that pick me up they desired at a large discount price, though were given lectures on how tattoos were permanent. There was no way they could ever afford to remove the ink if they decided it was not actually a good idea to ink half their face with a skull as their first tattooing experience.

Sergeant 'Hunter' was impressively unwavering as the trio of artists gave him pointed glances.

He was whisked away to a station by Nik and his mirialan girlfriend the former asking for Hunter's bandana to get a closer look at his unique skull design, and complimented him on his art skills. And once Hunter's brown locks were free to his extreme agitation the woman started messing with his wavy hair, offering to give it some layers instead of it being boringly cut straight across, and to also teach him how to maintain it himself, minimizing cost for haircuts later on and the big win was that he'd always be rocking those luscious layers no matter where he was.

Tech stood nearby the workstation where Hunter was being prepped for his first tattooing experience, the brainiac spouting every fact he had acquired about tattoos with or without being asked and also asking questions about things he wasn't sure about without drawing a breath; 'Crosshair' occupied a chair nearby, so tense his back was ramrod straight while he trying to subtly squeeze his hands into fists, trying getting rid of the numb yet tingly feelings while Nik showed off the various needles, the sniper overcome with wooziness and nausea that was masked behind an almost convincing bored expression; Wrecker wandered off, checking out the various viewscreens that displayed totally wicked tattoo designs the shop had done over the couple of years it'd been open.