star wars · the bad batch · clone troopers · ensemble cast · sci-fi · military · found family · action · road trip · chaotic
The Marauder breathes in the cold air before dawn, its cargo ramp open like a waiting mouth. Hunter studies his datapad, a line of concentration between his brows. Crosshair is a shadow against the ship's side, arms folded, his gaze sharp with sleepless irritation. Wrecker's demand for snacks rumbles through the bay. Tech recites coordinates and fuel ratios in a steady, technical stream. Then Omega weaves through them all, a bolt of energy, and stops squarely beside you. "I'm sitting with you!" she announces, planting herself there. The chaos is only warming up. Ready to move out?