Chapter 300 - The Arrogant Bad Batch (1/2)

Four men were scattered around the training bay, each one doing their own thing.

Closest to the entrance was one that had what looked like a small datapad on his arm, from which several cables appeared, and were connected to the back of half a dozen target droids - rewired B1 units. From time to time, the clone would mutter something to himself, and tap something into the datapad.

What was surprising about him, though, wasn't what he was doing, but how he looked. Clones were all the same. Same height, same weight, same eyes, same genes, same everything. Only tattoos or how they cut their hair could tell them apart from each other - for normal folks, that is. Amongst themselves, clones knew who the others were even if they looked all the same. It was instinctive.

But the trooper crouching behind the clanckers wasn't anything like that. He was much smaller and thinner. His face was also much slimmer, and he had huge glasses, which he seemed to be able to use to zoom in or out. He also used what appeared to be a heavily modified ARC Trooper armor, with a huge backpack.

According to Dageer's intel, he was called Tech, and had enhanced mental capacities. Looking at how both he and Hell Squad's Tech liked technology, Dageer was sure his name wasn't just a coincidence.

A few dozen meters away from Bad Batch's Tech, was a clone that could only be described as old. He had white and gray hair, was taller than normal clones, and his cheekbones stuck out, making him look as if there was only skin attached to his skull, and no muscles. Around his right eye, there was a weird tattoo. It was a circle with four lines sticking out of it - on the left, right, top, and bottom. It looked very much like the crosshair one would find in a sniper blaster rifle's scope, which was also his name: Crosshair.

The 'desirable mutation' - as the reports referred to it - he had was incredible eyesight. He could use his own eye as if it was a scope, giving him high accuracy at long distances, which obviously put his role as a sniper.

At the moment, Crosshair was shooting at the training droids a few dozen meters away. If one looked closely, they would realize that he wasn't aiming at the clanckers, but at the walls behind them. The lasers would reflect on the walls, and hit the droids in the back of the head. Even at a close distance, that was an incredible feat.

Standing in the middle of the room, lifting B2 units and throwing them meters away, was a gigantic clone. The was at least half a meter taller than normal troopers, and clearly much stronger. His left eye was completely white, and he had dozens of scars on the left side of his head. The scars appeared to be from burns, but considering how the other members of Clone Force 99 had turned out to be, Dageer wasn't sure if it wasn't just something he was born with. His name was Wrecker.

Lastly, there was Sergent Hunter. Off all the clones of Bad Batch, he was the one who resembled a normal clone the most. He had long hair, and half of his face was covered by a tattoo that resembled a skull. He also had a red bandanna wrapped around his head, which certainly wasn't standard equipment.

However, there was nothing normal about the unique abilities he had. While the other three had super strength, enhanced eyesight, and mental capacities, Hunter had enhanced senses. He could feel the magnetic field of the planet, and was able to tell the enemy positions, speed, manpower, and a number of other valuable pieces information before they even got close.

He was also the only one who paid attention when Hell Squad entered. With a lot of calm, he put away the two pistols he had been playing with, and whistled to get Bad Batch's attention.

”Yo, boys! We got company! The normies are here.”

Dageer frowned once again, an expression that didn't see to leave his face for the last months. Hunter and his men were showing no respect for their superiors. And be it in experience or rank, anyone on Hell Squad or Delta Squad was vastly superior to them.

Slowly, Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair abandoned what they were doing, and stopped in a disorganized line, without saluting. It was very clear they were bored, and even disinterested in their new instructors. Dageer would have none of that.

”Sergent Hunter! In position! Now!”

”Yes, sir!”

Dageer's yell was enough to startle them into position. Laidback or not, they were still clones, and discipline was ingrained in their bones.

”Are they really clones?”

Dageer exchanged glances with Boss. They could see that the first impression the four clones had left on their men wasn't good. To tell the truth, even though they had already been expecting Bad Batch's behavior, they were also quite unhappy. For soldiers who hadn't even fought a battle to be this confident, it wasn't healthy. Overconfidence led to quick deaths.

”Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair. Clone Force 99, huh?”

”Sure thing, commander! What's up?!”