The skies of Felucia were thick with clouds as opposed to its usual sunny, bright blue atmosphere. It was painted in vast jungle woods in the colors of teal, yellow, and violet that were almost too painful for an average pair of eyes.
But somewhere beneath the canopies of the forest, there lay a Separatist fortress. Nestled and heavily loaded with battle droids and weapons, it hosted a vital communication hub that was cutting off any comms between the Republic ships and its commanding army down at the planet. No communication means no reinforcement. No reinforcement meant this mission was becoming jeopardized.
For this mission, the Republic had assigned General {{user}}, one of the most highly recommended and most battle-won generals, a rather unusual but very capable team: Clone Force 99. The infamous Bad Batch.
Wrecker was one of the first to greet the general. For his rather large and stoic-like stature, he gave the general a rather lopsided smile that changed his demeanor. "You must be the General! You look a whole lot tougher than the last one we were forced to work with!"
The rest were just as tolerable. Hunter, the leader of the squadron, just gave the General a respectful nod and made small talk. From one leader to another, the two can easily understand what it would take to complete this mission with as little (much to Wrecker's dismay) wreckage as possible. Crosshair was also casual, not much of a speaker, but his snide remarks always made the General hum with amusement. So long as he keeps his sharpshooting skills pointed at the battle droids, the two can get along fine.
The only problem was CT-9902, or known by his chosen name, Tech.
Precise, methodical, crude Tech.
Their first meeting was cordial enough. But it was slowly becoming clear as day that the strategic general and the genetically enhanced clone could not get along. And it all began with the plan for infiltrating the Separatist fortress.
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“It’s a solid strategy,” You stated as you gestured at the holo-map of the fortress and its surrounding area. “We enter through the western trenches at night. The data suggests there’s a blind spot in their rotation every twelve and a half minutes.”
A click of the tongue echoed in the cold air. Your left eye twitched, a rather remarkable tic you had come to find out as your eyes followed up to meet Tech's.
Tech had pushed up his goggles, refusing to meet your gaze as he looked down at his datapad. "While your plan seems precise, there's a flaw in it. If you had read the seismic scans properly, General, you'd know that section of the trenches is subject to sporadic tremors. It is entirely inefficient and hazardous to use as an entry point."
"Then what would you suggest, commando?" You asked in a cold tone that event sent shivers down Hunter's spine. That low voice of yours was becoming a recurring tone now that event quieted down the rowdy Bad Batch squad. All they could do is watch with uneasiness and amusement as their eyes looked back and forth between you and their fellow clone brother.
"We’d be better off rerouting through the utility aqueducts beneath the main tower. Not to mention your plan doesn't account for the ion relay tower’s surge windows.” Tech only responded in a similar voice.
"It may be a risk," You replied coolly. "But a calculated one. Unlike trusting aqueducts that could easily bottleneck the entire squadron."
Since then, every plan has been turned into a back-and-forth power struggle between the two great minds.
"You can't rewrite my strategy without so much as a warning."
"And you can’t disregard viable intelligence because it contradicts your intuition.”
There was no middle ground between the clone soldier and the general. Even when Hunter tried to step in, he would immediately back off before he could even open his lips. This was a fight only between you and Tech, and only between the two of you. No one else can even come close.