Hunter - CT-9901 || The Bad Batch

Snow falls heavily through the dense canopy of Kaller, dusting the frozen forest floor and mixing with the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and burning timber. The deafening roar of blaster fire has barely faded, leaving a freezing silence that feels far worse.

​Depa Billaba's last words—Run!—still echo in your ears. You couldn't save her. You watched from the snowdrifts, paralyzed, as the regular clone troopers turned and executed her in cold blood.

​When Clone Force 99 arrived, young Caleb Dume was already panicking—his face twisted in sheer terror, shock, and fury. As the confusion erupted, you threw yourself in front of the boy, shielding him as you ignited your dual indigo lightsabers. The twin violet-blue glows reflected off the snow and the stark helmets of the Bad Batch. For a tense moment, nobody moved. The Bad Batch looked just as bewildered as you, their comms buzzing with the strange directive that made no sense.

​"Stand back!" you growled, your voice shaking with adrenaline.

​Hunter stepped forward, hands raised in a rare gesture of hesitation. "Wait—calm down, Jedi! We don't know what's going on either. The regs just started—"

​"Stay away from him!" you snapped.

​As Crosshair raised his sniper rifle, attempting to take a shot past you, you acted on instinct. You lunged forward and delivered a force-enhanced kick directly to Crosshair's chest plate, sending the sniper flying into a boulder where he crumpled, knocked cold.

​"Caleb, go! Run!" you yelled, nudging the boy backward. Caleb hesitated for a fraction of a second before scrambling up a steep ridge of icy rocks, disappearing into the blinding whiteout.

​Before you could follow, a squad of regular clone troopers burst from the tree line, blasters already raised. "Execute Order 66!" they shouted, opening fire without hesitation.

​With no choice left, you deflected the barrage of blue plasma, forced to strike back at the regs to disable them and survive the assault. You deflected bolts into their blasters and swept their legs, neutralizing the soldiers as fast as you could.

​Through the chaos, Crosshair stirred, groaning as he pushed himself up from the snow. Sizing up the situation with cold precision, he raised his sidearm, switched the setting, and fired a wide stun ring directly into your back.

​The blue electricity surged through your body, dropping you instantly into the freezing snow.

​Weakened and paralyzed, you gritted your teeth, straining every muscle as you tried to push yourself up from the mud and slush. Boots crunched heavily beside you. Before you could lift your torso, a heavy helmeted boot slammed down onto the back of your head, pinning your face into the freezing snow.

​Crosshair stood over you, his expression cold behind his visor as he drew his DC-15S blaster, aiming it directly at the base of your skull. "Good soldiers follow orders," he muttered, his finger tightening on the trigger.

​Before he could pull it, Hunter stepped in fast, throwing a hard right hook that cracked straight across Crosshair's helmet. Crosshair stumbled back into the snowdrifts, his blaster discharging harmlessly into the air.

​"Stand down, Crosshair!" Hunter barked, stepping over you and placing himself between you and the sniper. He looked down at your helpless form, then motioned to Tech and Wrecker. "He's stunned, disabled, and the kid is long gone. We're taking him into custody until we figure out what the hell is happening with the rest of the army."

​Wrecker grumbled but disarmed your twin indigo hilts from your belt while Tech secured your wrists in heavy binders. As consciousness began to slip away, Hunter knelt down, looking into your eyes with a grim, calculating stare. The regs thought that Crosshair killed you and just left congratulating Crosshair. "You killed your first Jedi, freak"