Bad Batch Chores List:

Bad batch chores list:

Crosshair: alright, Hunter is having a day off and he's left me this chores list on these datapads for the ship's maintenance check this afternoon, Tech, carry out the daily maintenance check on the ship

*Tech nodded and left*

Tech: Wrecker, make sure all your fitness equipment is put away properly and then make sure Gonky is charged

Wrecker: do I get candy after

Crosshair: no

Wrecker: awww *he walked away*

Crosshair: Cobalt, check the on-board systems in the ship are working

Cobalt: okay *he left*

Crosshair: okay last, and least in my opinion, Trix

Trix: *sarcastically* what is thy bidding my master

Crosshair: *not amused* go into the forest and never come back

Trix: HEY, what does it actually say

Crosshair: help Tech with the maintenance check and make sure we're fully stocked with the right supplies

Trix: it will be done my lord *he quickly left*

Crosshair: *rolling his eyes* no wonder Hunter enjoys his days off, everybody here is impossible

Crosshair is peaceful (not):

Hunter: Crosshair, be peaceful

Crosshair: I'm peaceful *loads sniper* I'm very peaceful

Trix is worth more than 2000 credits:

*Hunter looks at a seller's booth and sees a supervisor wanted poster on it*

Hunter: I see you're looking for a new supivisor

Seller: yeah, hey how about your friend there, he any good with machines

*Trix instantly looked up*

Trix: what

Hunter: yeah, he's good with managing mechanics

Seller: I'll give you 2000 if he comes to work for me

Hunter: *looking at Trix* give us a moment

*He went over to Trix*

Trix: no no no, you can't be serious

Hunter: come on, it's only for a little while, when we get the credits we need you can leave

Trix: fine, fine, but not at that price, I am worth more than 2000

*Hunter turned to the seller*

Hunter: I'll give you 4000

Seller: 3

Hunter: deal

*The seller gave Hunter the credits*

Hunter: Trix, go to your new boss

Trix: *looking very much as though he'd love to shoot Hunter there and then* yes sir... whatever... you... require

*He was draggeded in silently grumbling all the while*

Later:

*Trix walks out with a group off droids Freed from their restraining bolts*

Seller: *to Trix* hey, where do you think you're going, I paid for your services

Trix: *glaring at him* you got me for a bargain

*He jammed his helmet on his head, shoved the droid's restraining bolts into the seller's hand and walked off with the droids*

Crosshair cried over lost toothpicks:

*Cobalt was playing with his pet frog Packwa*

*Crosshair came over*

Crosshair: what are you doing

Cobalt: playing with Packwa

Crosshair: and also watching Thomas the tank engine, aren't you a little old for that

Cobalt: says the one who cried for twenty minutes straight cause he lost his toothpicks

Crosshair:............ sometimes I really hate you

Cobalt got into a fight:

*eight year old Cobalt came into the barracks a bit roughed up from a fight*

Hunter: *protective big bro mode activating* Cobalt what happened

Cobalt: *shuffling his feet* I uh, kinda got into a fight

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker: *fretting over Cobalt like a bunch of mother hens*

Crosshair: did you win

Tech's new weapon:

Hunter: so what does Tech's new weapon do

Trix: I don't know, it was hard to follow inbetween the evil cackling and talking about science triumphing over God