Bad Batch: Healer's Care

Entombed

Picrew of 'Mega and Thea being sisters!

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Althea sat at the bar of Cid's parlor between Hunter and Echo, her journal on the surface and her pencils by her side. She kept glancing over at Echo, and he was starting to notice.

"What?" He asked after the medic had been staring at him for a particularly long time.

She narrowed her eyes before turning back to her paper. "I'm drawing you. Don't worry, I'll get your good side."

Echo said nothing, sighing as he took a sip of his drink.

Behind them, Althea could hear Phee telling one of her many stories to Bolo and Ketch, who were entrapped within her words.

"Suddenly, I felt its tentacles wrap around my legs, pulling me down into the depths. I had no choice but to fend off the octomorph–" She paused dramatically. "Bare handed."

Tech looked up from his datapad. He was the only one who didn't have his back turned to the scene. "This story changes everytime she tells it."

Althea looked up from her art, raising her eyebrow suggestively. "So you listen every time she tells it?"

Tech narrowed his eyes at her, but she could swear she saw the tips of his ears turn pink. She turned back to her art, a mischievous grin on her face. "Hehehehe."

"Vanquishing the creature," Phee continued. "I swam to the coral cave. And do you know what I found?"

"What'd you find?" Ketch asked.

"What? What was there?!" Bolo begged.

"Spit it out!"

Althea could hear the smirk in Phee's voice when she said, "Only the Grand Pearl of Novak."

The two friends marvelled at her tale, but Hunter shook his head. "Those two will believe anything."

Just then, the biggest and smallest members of the team came in carrying their haul from the junkyard.

"Mission accomplished!" Wrecker chuckled. "One compressor, as requested."

Tech hopped off his stool, examining the haul. "Ah. Nicely done, Wrecker."

"That's not all we got," Omega announced as she dumped her treasures onto a table.

Althea closed her journal to take a peek, her curiousity getting the best of her.

Tech frowned at the other junk. "This assortment, however, could have been left at the junkyard."

Apparently, Phee was curious as well. She walked over and took a look at the pieces. "Easy, quick draw. Let the expert take a look." She took a flat... something, Althea didn't know what, and held it up to the light.

"It is a manifold regulator," Tech explained. "And a broken one at that."

"Thanks, Clone Obvious," Phee said with a slight eye roll. She glanced over Omega's treasures, when a flat disk caught her eye. "Hang on," she murmured as she took it. She ran her fingers over it, finding a small slide. "These look like coordinate markings."

Althea looked over at her. "Coordinate markings?"

"Mel, take a look at this." Phee called her droid over, who beeped obediently. Once Mel was ready, she turned on her light. Phee held the open slide in front of it, casting a purple glow through the lens. "I was right. This is a compass. One from long before our time."