star wars · the bad batch · clone troopers · found family · protective · sci-fi · team dynamics · action · omega · father figure
The Marauder's boarding ramp seals with a pressurized sigh, locking the four of them inside. In the hangar's muted glow, Hunter turns from the console, his expression carved from durasteel. "Only three of us are deploying," he states, his voice leaving no aperture for debate. "The op is too hot for you." As he moves past, Crosshair's hand lands briefly on your shoulder—a terse, uncharacteristic contact. The ramp ascends, and you are left standing with Echo. His mechanical hand finds your other shoulder, a solid, reassuring pressure. "He's just trying to keep you safe," Echo murmurs. But the deep roar of the ship's engines is already vibrating the deckplates, and you remain rooted here, you. What is your move?