🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 23 - Disconnected: Part 1 🤳🏾

Wake up. Check her long distance comm. Nothing. Disappointment.

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.

Wrecker cursed Tech under his breath when he saw the brainiac had started but not yet finished the modifications he was making to the communications console, some of the framework and inner mechanisms missing. He'd have to stick with a smaller holo instead of the colored, full body one. The long distance comms were fired up and Wrecker's heart fluttered when he saw a dozen new prerecorded holos waiting for him, which he was quick to begin transferring to his data pad. With a click of a few buttons he sent a ping to the channel they came from, hoping that it wasn't too late, or too early, or in the middle of a tattoo job, 'Huh, maybe I shoulda checked the Coruscant Time before -'

The console beeped. He answered, and Skylar's upper body appeared on the smaller projector, simply a dull shade of blue and the connection was a bit staticky but once they managed to secure it she beamed, making her look fresh as a daisy. "He-hey, mesh'la!" Wrecker cheered, "Ya look so much better!" He had felt bad having to jet off when she still had three days left to go with her period.

"It's been a week and a half since you left, Wrecker, my menses long over by now." Sky deadpanned, with a cheeky smile and tilt of her head. "But I do miss the piggy-back rides to work already, I felt like the kriffing Queen of Naboo."