The Bad Batch: Clone Force 99

The Bad Batch: Clone Force 99 A fanfiction written by The Warrior Brothers. Book 1 of The Bad Batch series.

Chapter 1: Kamino
"Your cloning process has been completed. Congratulations! You are now ready to come in contact with the others," said a metallic voice above the clone's head. "CT-9904, please make your way to the cafeteria."

"My name is Crosshair," the gravelly reply came. The nickname "Crosshair" had been adopted by him a while ago, during his unusual moments of consciousness. Though his official designation was CT-9904, he hated being called that. The clone sat up, clothed in a tight-fitting black suit that would go under his body armor, once he received it. He shoved the droid by its mechanical head, sending it spinning toward a white table. The droid's stabilizers steadied it, and it came floating back to Crosshair. The clone sighed.

"Yes, of course. I am AZ-124765, your Kaminoan medical droid. CT-9904, I advise you not to unnecessarily strain yourself. Your mutations are fresh, and they could--"

"Mutations?" Crosshair turned his head to the droid, who was fidgeting with its gray hands.

"Yes," it responded, turning its head slightly. The med droid's large turquoise eyes shone eerily bright, a small contrast to the whiteness of the surrounding room. "Doctor Nala Se has special plans for you. Your cloning in particular along with a select few others was personally overseen by the Prime Minister of Kamino and his most trusted scientists."

"What's different about me?" Crosshair asked.

"The mutations you received during cloning -- a few other clones have similar ones, but each is unique. Your main mutation is improved vision; you will be able to become an excellent sniper for your future squad."

"Will I be working with the other mutated clones?"

"Yes. Your training will last several months, and after that, you will join your squad with the other mutated clones and fight in the Clone Wars."

Crosshair swung his legs over the side of his white cot and got up, stretching. "When does training start?"

"One standard hour. In the meantime," the AZ unit instructed him, "report to the cafeteria, like I mentioned previously."

Crosshair gave a small nod before walking out of the room. The white hallways matched everything else in the facility: clean, shining, sparkling white. He would have thought that the Kaminoans would give the clone troopers white suits to go under their white armor.

There were fully armored clones walking every which way in the corridor. Crosshair walked up to the closest one. "My cloning was just finished," he explained. "Could you direct me toward the cafeteria? Orders from my creators to go there."

The other clone nodded. "Down that hall and to the right," he said brusquely, pointing with his finger to the corridor on Crosshair's left.

Crosshair nodded to him in thanks, then walked down the hall. His boots clicked against the white floors as he made his way down the corridor, then turned right. He emerged into another large, white room with tables and a main bar where the Kaminoans and their workers apparently served drinks and food.

A Clone with a face that was half-black and clothed in the same black suit as Crosshair waved to catch his attention, then motioned for him to sit down next to him.

Crosshair grabbed a gray tray from the stack of them, then went over to the Kaminoans. "One of whatever that is, please," he said, gesturing to the only item on the menu: some sloppy pile of seaweed or something of the sort. Probably found in the oceans.

The Kaminoan nodded, scooped some out with a silver ladle, and dumped it onto Crosshair's tray.

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