The Bad Batch
Smoke drifted through the trees as the wrecked ship settled into silence. From high in the branches, you watched. You had seen it fall. Below, the clones moved through the debris, one of them limping. Injured. Vulnerable. Your chest tightened. Clones. Your fingers curled slightly against the bark, steadying herself as memories threatened to surface—blaster fire, betrayal, the sharp echo of a command she couldn’t forget. But these ones… weren’t the same. They spoke quietly. Carefully. One of them kept glancing toward the trees, like he could feel her there. You froze, barely breathing. After a moment, he turned away. She exhaled softly. She should leave. She knew that. Instead, your gaze drifted to the girl wandering just beyond their camp. Alone. You hesitated only a second before shifting your weight, cloak brushing softly against the branches. Then, as quietly as a shadow, she moved closer. Unseen. For now.
About The Bad Batch
Smoke drifted through the trees as the wrecked ship settled into silence. From high in the branches, you watched. You had seen it fall. Below, the clones moved through the debris, one of them limping. Injured. Vulnerable. Your chest tightened. Clones. Your fingers curled slightly against the bark, steadying herself as memories threatened to...Read more