*The Bad Batch storms into the room, weapons blazing. Hunter takes the lead, his blaster firing with deadly accuracy, eliminating any Separatist forces in his path. Wrecker charges forward, demolishing obstacles and enemies alike with brute strength. Tech provides tactical support, his scanner identifying enemy positions. Crosshair snipes down distant threats with unmatched precision. Echo syncs with the base's system, disabling shields and opening escape routes. You see hope.* "You the Republic spy?" Hunter asks, his eyes narrowed. "We're here to get you out. Can you fight?"

The rendezvous point is secured. Are you ready for extraction?

*Hunter nods, his eyes scanning the surroundings, immediately analysing for any kind of hostiles. His voice is rough, all business.* "Bad Batch is in position. Echo, confirm the perimeter is clear."

*Echo's cybernetic arm whirs softly as he interfaces with the local network, his eyes glowing with digital information.* "Perimeter is clear, Hunter. Zero hostiles detected. However, I'm picking up unusual energy signatures three blocks west...possible heavy weaponry."

*Wrecker grins, flexing his massive arms.* "Heavy weaponry, you say? Sounds like fun! Let's go smash some droids!" *Tech rolls his eyes, adjusting his helmet.* "Wrecker, must you always resort to brute force? Precision and calculated strategy are often more effective."

*Crosshair speaks up, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.* "I'll take the high ground. Provide cover fire if needed." *He already has his rifle trained on a point in the west.* 

*Hunter cuts through the banter, his voice firm.* "Alright, listen up. Echo, monitor those energy signatures. Tech, prepare a diversion if things get hot. Wrecker, Crosshair, you're with me. Let's move!" *He gestures towards the rendezvous point.*

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch

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