Star Wars: The Bad Batch

You know, staring at your comm won't make Echo contact you any faster.

He and Rex lost most of their squad in that attack.

All because the Empire was after me.

I have to do something to help them.

You are. By staying away.

He's right. We need to know more about why Hemlock's after you,

and what his M-count experiments mean.

Until then, you have to lay low.

Hey! Incoming transmission. From Phee.

Who?

She's a liberator of ancient wonders.

Pirate. She's a pirate.

Hey, Phee.

Hey, kid.

What do you got for us?

I've been asking around about this M-count thing,

which hasn't been easy, by the way.

Tech's brain was the data bank, not mine. But I came through. As always.

And what did you find out?

Word is, certain class one bounty hunters

have been retrieving M-count targets for the Empire.

Why?

What's it mean?

Don't know. You're better off asking a bounty hunter.

We have run into a few.

What about Fennec?

Who?

Fennec Shand.

She was hired by the Kaminoans to abduct Omega.

She might know something.

She's dangerous, but it may be our only option.

I can probably track Fennec down for you.

But she's not gonna hand over that information for free.

Naturally.

I gotta split. I'll get back to you.

Yeah, I don't like it.

We can't trust Fennec. Not around Omega.

Agreed. You and I will go alone.

- But... - This isn't a debate.

Stay on Pabu, and stay out of trouble.

Both of you.

Fine by me.

- - Omega.

See if you can convince him to get his hand looked at.

Ignoring it won't make the problem go away.

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That's not the price we agreed on.

Be careful what we tell her.

The less Fennec knows, the better.

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He has to know it was from me. That's non-negotiable.

We're in the middle of something here.

Not anymore. Leave.

We'll finish this later.

Sit down.

I have no business with them.

You do now.

I remember you two.

You're the clones who ruined one of my scores.

How is Omega?

We're here for information.

In that case, it's going to cost you.

Yeah, we figured.

Get out.

I thought we were making a deal?

It can wait.

Are you serious?

So, what kind of information can I help you with?

See, the way this works

is you tell me what intel or target you're after,

and I give you a price.

So stop wasting my time.

We hear the Empire has a bounty out for M-count targets.

Why do you wanna know about that?

That's our business.

I haven't done one of those jobs myself, but…

I might know someone who has.

Can you put us in touch with them?

Now that will definitely cost you.

How much?

More than you've got.

But we might be able to work something out.

I've read your files from before.

You're good with demolitions and ordnance, right?

Ha! "Good"? I'm the best.

And you're the tracker.

What's your point?

There's a bounty I've been trying to bring in.

Worth a lot. But he's been hard to catch without a crew.

Oh, so you want us to work with you?

No. You'll be working for me.

You follow through, I'll get you what you want to know.

Hmm.

Deal.

We'll use my ship. And so we're clear…

I keep the payment on the bounty.

All of it.

How does your hand feel now?

The same.

Unfortunately, it may never heal 100%.

There's nothing else you can do?

I have exhausted all medical treatment options.

Perhaps the issue is not something physical.

You think it's in my head?

If you were to elaborate more on the experimentation you were subjected to,

I could determine the cause.

- Forget it. -

- Crosshair? -

We're working for her now? We don't even trust her.

What choice do we have? We need that information.

Just be ready for anything.

We made a deal.

I'm going to keep it as long as you hold up your end.

Wanna tell us who it is we're going after?

Sylar Saris. "The Slayer of Ordo Eris."

One of the slipperiest marks around.

Got a tip on his location.

Well, what did he do?

Hmm. Got greedy.

Took out a couple of top bosses for the Haxion Brood

and escaped with a cache of credits.

Powerful people want him found.

The other hunters that went after him?

Never came back.

Sylar knows the planet like the back of his claw.

But eventually, everyone's luck runs out.

Helmets on, boys. The air here will kill you.

Don't go dying on me until the job's done.

I need a boat with speed.

And not something that'll capsize like last time.

- - Ten? For that?

- - Yeah, that's what I thought.

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Hey, tracker. Keep eyes on the current.

Sylar's got a safe house upriver somewhere. Find it.

You, whatever your name is. Cover us.

The area we're headed is extremely hostile,

so always keep your eyes on the water.

Why? Wh... What's in the water?

Let's just say I'd never go in it.

Cut the engine.

There's some type of mine up ahead.

How many?

I can't tell from here.

Better get in there and check it out.

But you said you'd never go in the water.

And I'm not. You are.

Come on, Wrecker.

Let's get this over with.

There are dozens of them.

And they're all on sensors. We go over them and boom.

At least we're on the right track.

This whole area is booby-trapped.

Our best option is to go around.

That's what Sylar wants. He won't be expecting us to disarm them.

We go this way, and we have the element of surprise.

Hmm. It's risky.

You're the explosives expert, right?

You want that information or not?

Finished?

Not even close.

We'll split up. Go left. I'll go right.

That was close.

Close doesn't count. It's either a hit or a miss.

You're still more capable than most.

- That's not good enough for a sniper. -

AZI might be right.

Whatever they did to you on Tantiss