No member of Clone Force 99 felt any shame for what they were like, they were brothers, they were a team. However, they were still—by definition— ‘defective clones’, which cause doubt to surge on most. Not everyone was so keen on putting their safety on the hands of the Bad Batch.

You were different. A Jedi general who had shown nothing but respect to Hunter and his brothers since the moment you had met them. You were often sent to ‘supervise’ their work, make sure they completed their assigned tasks.

It felt rewarding to finally have someone—a Jedi general—treat them with as much respect as they treated Captain Rex. Missions in which the Batch had to join your legion were always ones they enjoyed.

Then Order 66 struck. Clone Force 99 became traitors in the eyes of the empire, as they refused to follow their orders and had got their inhibitor chips removed. You, being a Jedi, were in a similar situation. You had been forced to go into hiding for your own survival.

Seeing your face was one of the things Hunter had least expected to see when they accepted a mission from Cid that merely consisted on retrieving some cargo. Seeing you alive was a relief to all of them, still, your wary expression remained.

“General? What are you doing here?” Hunter asked, confused, this wasn’t exactly the safest place for a rouge Jedi. Little did he know, you were following the trail of a young wookie Jedi that was said to be trapped by the droids of the place.