Star Wars: The Bad Batch

It's not an exact fit.

I get my own comm device?

Technically, it was Crosshair's, but he doesn't appear to need it.

Echo, what's your position? Over.

It's not a toy, Omega.

Copy that.

Why are we going to Ord Mantell? I thought the plan was to lay low.

Not while a bounty hunter's after you. We need to find out why.

I know an informant there named Cid who might be able to help.

And you trust him?

Well, the Jedi trusted him.

The Jedi who are all dead?

Well, anyone have a better option?

He has a point.

Right. Not a toy.

=The CollectorZ=

Remember the rules?

Don't wander off, keep my eyes and ears on my surroundings,

and trust no one but my squad.

- And if you get into trouble? - Use my comm and give my location.

This is the place.

Charming.

Filthy cheat! I saw that!

Me? Who are you calling a cheat?

Which one of them is Cid?

I couldn't tell ya.

I only heard about Cid. Never actually met him.

That would have been information to share earlier.

We're looking for Cid. You know him?

You know what you did!

Cid, huh?

You broke the machine again with your stupid hands!

Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.

What about them?

I'll break you with my stupid hands.

Was I not clear? You're in the wrong place.

So unless you're here to spend money, get lost.

Great plan, Echo.

I'm certain this is Cid's.

The Jedi came here during the war.

Well, perhaps Cid heard what happened to the Jedi and fled.

Or he was arrested for violating countless health code regulations.

What's your deal, tiny?

You're Cid.

You're sharper than your friends over there.

Did the Jedi have any other informants?

Several, but Cid was the only one I knew how to find.

So, we came all this way for nothing?

I found Cid.

I had a good thing going with the Jedi.

They valued my insights,

but now that they're all dead, the demand for my services has declined.

Thanks to this new Empire.

Times have changed... for all of us.

No kidding.

I never had clone deserters come to me before.

Yes, well, we separated due to a fundamental difference in ideology.

That's cute, you thinking I care.

Cut to it and tell me what you want.

By all means, make yourself at home.

We encountered this woman on Pantora.

Do you know who she is?

No, but I know a bounty hunter when I see one.

Can you find out who hired her?

That depends on what you boys do for me.

Are you fresh outta the tube?

You pull a job for me, and I get the information you want.

That's how this mercenary thing works.

Mercenary?

Not too quick, are ya?

Clearly, the kid's the brains of your operation.

What kind of job?

A rescue.

There's a nice bounty on a kid named Muchi.

My sources say she was taken by Zygerrian slavers

who are holed up on the other side of the planet.

Bring me the kid and I'll get you your intel.

Well, who collects the bounty?

Oh, look. It talks.

We split the bounty 70-30, my favor. Take it or leave it.

Grab a kid from a few Zygerrians?

We could do that in our sleep.

Looks like we have a deal.

Details of the bounty are on that.

Don't screw it up.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. It's nothing.

According to Cid's intel,

the Zygerrian slave traders are hiding in the ruins of Old Ord Mantell city.

What's a slave trader?

Someone who buys and sells people for credits.

People can be sold?

They don't have a choice. They're captives treated like property.

That... doesn't seem right.

It's not.

And we are going to stop it from happening to that kid.

As well as earn a decent amount of credits once the job is complete.

Yeah, that too.

Don't worry, Muchi. We'll rescue you.

I have a visual.

I only see one child.

Poor Muchi. She looks scared.

I'm clocking two dozen hostiles.

Multiple entry points with minor fortification.

Simple smash and grab like that time on Kuat.

Easy enough.

I'm in. What are we waiting for?

- You get back to the ship. - But...

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Echo, you're the eyes in the sky.

Wrecker, draw the Zygerrian forces out. Tech and I will grab the kid.

Not a problem.

Echo, sitrep.

Two roving patrols on speeders.

First guard checkpoint dead ahead.

Hang on. I think I've got company.

Well, take care of it. Quietly.

Watch out!

A mission of this nature requires planning.