The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Finding Trouble

     Omega wandered down the dark and dirty streets of the Coruscant underworld. She was silent, and swift watching every step taken. This mission was of so much importance, but at the same time, almost too risky. What was she kidding it was Coruscant, this mission was beyond risky, it was a downright suicide mission.

The whole planet was swarming with imperial stormtroopers, and other essential personnel of the Empire that had been stationed there for a little over six years. They had spread more and more around the galaxy and posed a larger and larger problem. She couldn't go a single day without being shot at. Despite the Empire, and Crosshair, still searching for the group of rogue clones, Omega enjoyed the chaos. It's what she had been raised in, it made everything feel right. At least to Omega. She was fifteen now. Things were different.

This mission had come not from Cid, the parlor owner that had been supplying them with bounties, but rather from Rex. Omega hadn't known Rex too personally but heard stories from Echo who in his prime, worked with the Clone captain for much of his military career. From what Omega knew Rex was high in the ranks, and was respectable throughout the entire GAR. At least he was respectable enough to gain Hunter's attention.

After the Republic had fallen, all the same clones scattered into the outer rim barely escaping being fazed out. A few eventually join the Rebellion, practically waiting to be crushed by the Empire. Rex was one of those clones.

Joining the Rebellion was futile to Omega. There was no way in her mind they could change the tide of the Empire. The jedi were dead, clones obsolete, and the Empire had a growing list of sith fighting for them.

Her and her brothers could barely make it around as bounty wranglers. The thought of being the main target of the Empire almost made her sick. They would fall, it was just a matter of time before all the dominoes fell.

The galaxy wasn't the same place it used to be. At least not what she remembered.

She missed Kamino, and AZ-1. The sterile smell of the building, 99 and other smiling clones. The details of her past were fuzzy but she could still see him in the back of her mind.

The clone took a sharp right down a dark alleyway.

She tugged on the hood of an old poncho she had bought, and continued to wander deeper and deeper into the center of the under city.

The whole place looked like a pit of death. It was damp, dark, and smelled weirdly of motor oil and over ripe Meiloorun. It was the exact opposite of the classy upper levels. It was flooding with Imperial troops above. Omega held her breath almost the whole time from entering air space to landing.

Below only a few scattered clusters of stormtroopers stood frozen in stance or chatted with each other in apparent boredom. There wasn't a lot of excitement down in the pit.

Kicking an empty bottle that was thrown carelessly on the ground, Omega glanced ahead scanning the small market for who she needed. They had been searching for this person for weeks now and she was getting tired of seeing their face. Find the spy, kill them, and get out of there.

Listening to loud music and the drunken cheers of people, her attention quickly turned to a packed bar. The clone stared for a quiet second, before pulling a data pad off her hip and shuffling towards the bright colored building.

It reeked of booze the closer and closer she stifled the door.

The sound of a large crowd made her head hurt, but she quickly reminded herself of the task at hand.

The bar was reasonably small compared to the ones she had seen before. It was smaller than Cid's parlor. Bottles of different colors and strengths of alcohol lined the walls, along with a caravan of low life gang members and drunk passer byes. Omega cringed at the sight.