To Heal Poignancy ■ TECH - The Bad Batch ■

The True Pathetic Nature of a Vice Admiral

A/N: Just to put it the story in retrospect, after this chapter there's only 6 chapters left. I've already wrote three. Where did the time go??? Thank you for reading! Enjoy! xx

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Crosshair stood beside Adla, facing her, bathing her in his signature icy glare. Adla, however, sat on the portion of cobblestone that she sat on every morning, and calmly inhaled and exhaled. Her eyes were closed and a peaceful look resided on her face. The early morning breeze gave feather-like touches against her face as she faced the water. She blatantly ignored the clone. Behind him, the rest of the team stood patiently waiting.

"You want to rescue Rampart from prison, after you worked so hard to put him there?" Crosshair hissed. He crossed his arms.

He was pissed, to say the least. The night before, Adla left him after leaving the cryptic response that she thought she had an idea of who would know where Tantiss was. This morning she announced to the group that she believed Edmon Rampart knew where Tantiss was located, so they should break him out of jail and have him help them find the secret laboratory.

She had then left the group in the state of their shock in favor of meditation. Crosshair stormed after her shortly after, with the rest of the batch in tow.

An irritated noise exited from her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to finish her meditation, she didn't want to mess up her routine.

"You started the conversation, Klenn, so we're finishing it."

Crosshair was unrelenting. Adla mumbled harshly under her breath. She opened her eyes and glared at him.

"I don't think I could be any clearer," she sassed.

The sniper jabbed a finger in the senator's direction. "Lose the attitude, Klenn."

Tech watched the two carefully for a moment. Ever since he and Adla returned from their own mission to rescue Senator Bel Iblis, he had silently stuck himself to her side. They had yet to discuss the kiss they shared on the Marauder. If they locked eyes with one another, Tech's ears would turn pink while Adla would chew on her bottom lip. Luckily, none of the others noticed. Unbeknownst to them, the others thought their close proximity was typical.

Right now, he wouldn't say he was overall joyed over Adla and Crosshair fighting. He knew how stubborn and opinionated the two could be, but he never thought about how that would reflect in their relationship.

Adla rolled her eyes, "Look, it makes sense. Rampart was a Vice Admiral, plus he wanted the clones out of the military. Their numbers began to dwindle, but where did they go? There's no way he didn't know something."

"I found the prison Rampart is being kept in," Tech called out, with his pointer finger in the air as he knowingly broke up the argument. His face was stuck in the screen of his datapad as he read over the information presented.

"You want to rescue him. If we found him, I would say to let him rot or kill him," Crosshair argued.

Adla huffed, "We're not rescuing him, Crosshair. I don't care if he lives or dies. We're using him for our benefit."

Crosshair seemed slightly more pleased with this phrasing as he surprisingly relented. This was also something Tech, or the others, didn't prepare for: how easily Adla had swayed Crosshair.

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Omega had been naturally excited to go on the mission, even though she didn't seem to fully understand just how dangerous it was (or she just didn't care). Hunter, on the other hand, was unsure about including her.