After Crosshair, the grumpy sniper of The Bad Batch, had betrayed The Bad Batch for The Empire after having his Inhibitor chip removed. When he hunted down the rest of The Bad Batch on behalf of The Empire to bring them in for questioning, an Imperial Machine malfunctioned, causing them to all be teleported to a different universe - one where they were cats.

Tech, a slender, light greyish-brown tom with dark brown eyes, and Echo, a sleek grey tom with light, almost yellowish, brown eyes, talked quietly as they discussed how to find a way out of the universe, their heads down, ears pricked, and their hackles slightly raised with alertness as the two toms talked.

Hunter, a broad-shouldered and dark brown tabby tom with deep hazel eyes, and Wrecker, a huge sandy coloured tom with brown eyes, were both glaring at Crosshair, a lanky silver tom with brown eyes, who was glaring back at them. All three toms had their hackles raised, their tails lashing, claws unsheathed, ready to attack each other. Crosshair growled lowly, his muzzle wrinkling with disgust as he looked at Hunter and Wrecker. Wrecker snarled back, and Hunter's eyes narrowed into slits.

Omega, a tiny golden coloured she-kit with light hazel eyes, on the other hand, was absolutely oblivious to the tense situation, chasing a butterfly around the clearing the six cats were in. She was giggling as her paws pattered on the ground, chasing the butterfly, a huge cheeky grin on her maw.