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Loss and longing!
In these dark days of the Clone Wars, loss was a constant companion stalking every battlefield, and haunting every heart. The Bad Batch, a squad of genetically enhanced clones, now faced an enemy no blaster could touch: grief. Their brother, 99, fallen too soon, left a wound deeper than any battle scar. Haunted by memories and burdened with pain, the squad struggled to hold together the fragile pieces of their family.
With emotions running high and tensions mounting, Wrecker sought refuge in the arms of a woman who, like him, carried her own invisible battles. Together, they faced the weight of loss and found a fragile hope that they had something worth risking heartache.
But far too soon, chaos called Wrecker back to the warfront!
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Shower. Check her long distance comm. Nothing. Disappointment.
Eat breakfast, check, nothing, disappointment.
Go to work, eat lunch, more work, on the transport ride home, during dinner, before bed, no matter what she was doing, Skylar was always checking her long distance comm. This pattern had repeated for twelve days, and at the end of her day she always had to resort to recording a message and sending it to Wrecker, who obviously had not had access to long distance communications. For twelve days.
Sky wasn't mad, just now after a year of knowing each other and having the crushies, now a month of being exclusive, she was beginning to keenly felt his absence, didn't know if it was too soon to be experiencing so? Insecure Skylar felt she shouldn't worry, these boys seemed to have extremely stupid luck when it came to their job. But she'd opened her heart to Wrecker and he had already overwhelmed her expectations with how tenderly he'd figuratively hold it. Even when he was in mourning over his brother he wanted to help her, so here was the crippling fear of all this being torn away from her at a moments notice.
'It's too good to be true' ; 'All good things must come to an end.' Her mistreated mind tormented her with, Force she felt so sick to her stomach right now.
It was just before bedtime again. She held off recording another holo a little longer, sat at the kitchen table in her jammies with the wretched comm device before her. Waiting.
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The Bad Batch finally got a break, and the clearance to get some well-deserved shut eye. Another successful mission, another Jedi they'd earned the mild respect of with their unorthodox but EFFECTIVE theatrics that helped them push forward on the path to rid this planet - Felucia - of the Separatists.
Yet Wrecker did not want to hit the rack like his brothers. Instead, he made a beeline to the cockpit, effectively kicked out Talla and Hunter, who liked utilizing this sound proof chamber because of Wrecker's usual post-mission loud holovid therapy, to make up for the lack of an adrenaline rush.
He scooped their grumbling selves up from the pilot and co-pilot seats and carried them to the door, "I ain't playing holovids, so get out, get out, get out -!" Hunter and Talla were dropped down onto their unsteady feet, and the door whooshed shut in their scowling faces, two centimeters away from slicing off their scrunched noses.
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