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Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Wrecker is tasked with disarming a bomb. The problem is that it's strapped to a soldier.

  "Are you sure you can do this?" Hunter looked at Wrecker. Then he looked at the situation in front of them. The separatist had gotten ahold of a reg and strapped a bomb to him. Unless the Jedi general gave himself over, the reg would die and likely kill anyone around him.

    "Relax, defusing bombs is what I'm good at!' Wrecker smiled as he looked at the separatist bomb. In truth, he was nervous. However, he was trained to disarm bombs; he had to give it a try.

    Walking to the man, Wrecker tried to comfort him. The faint beeping of a timer sent small amount of fear into the clone. "Do ya know how much time you have?"

    The clone looked nervous. "Is that going to change if you help me or not?"

    Looking back the others, Hunter nodded slightly. Then Wrecker looked at the man in front of him. He had to try no matter what, right? "No."

    Hunter wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. Out of all of them, Wrecker was the most sympathetic to the regs.

    "Four minutes." The man's voice shook as he spoke.

    "Okay. I'm gonna get you out of this." Wrecked did his best to sound confident. There were only two ways this could end; two dead men or none.

    "Wrecker, be careful." Hunter cautioned.

    "Yeah yeah. I've got this!" Approaching the clone, Wrecker started to take a look at the bomb. It was a simple Separatist bomb, nothing he couldn't disarm. However most of the time he didn't have three and a half minutes or a trembling man to deal with.

    There was a small timer. It haunted Wrecker. Looking at the wires, he grabbed the wire cutters. It was only then he realized his hands were shaking.

    Three minutes and fifteen seconds. There were a few different colored wires. A red and blue one stuck out the most. There were yellow and green ones as well; two of each color. Scanning the bomb, Wrecker looked to find where each wire led to.

    Three minutes flat. The yellow and green wires seemed to lead to the timer and part of the explosive mechanisms. The demolitionist couldn't cut them yet. The green one that led to the timer never needed to be cut.

    Two minutes and thirty seconds left before the two men and some others were taken out. "Wrecker, how's it going?" Wrecker didn't answer. Instead he focused on the bomb. Hunter listened to the sound of the timer. It seemed like the only thing he could hear. "Tech, evacuate the area." His brother nodded before started too e people back.

    The red wire was the most clechy of the wires to be the one to cut. Then again blue was pretty cleachay to. That didn't matter. The two wires were hidden deeper in the bomb. They were more likely to bee what he needed. Still Wrecker had figure out which one to cut first. Red or blue?

    Two minutes and two seconds. Two minutes and one second be fore the bomb went off.

    "Are you sure you can do this?" The man's voice shook.

    "Yep." Wrecker lied. He hated that damn clock. Everytime he looked at it, it made him feel worse. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Still, he knew that he was smart. Bombs were his thing so there was no way he could mess this up. Even if he had one minute and forty six seconds left.

    Looking past the wires, Wrecker studied the rest of the bomb. Finding the exploding mechanism should make firming the right wire easier. It took a moment to find; a moment Wrecker was t sure he had.

    Thirty seconds. Red or blue? Unsure, Wrecker staried a little harder. Red or blue?

    Fifteen seconds. Finding the answer he had been looking for, Wrecker gently grabbed the blue wire. He raised his other hand to the wire and placed the wire cutters close around the wire. With seven seconds left, Wrecker cut the blue wire. Then the red. The timer continued but the bomb had been dealt with.

    There was one second on the clock now. Making eye contact with the clone, they waited for it to hit zero. Part of Wrecker feared he would have been wrong and one of the green or yellow wires had to go. To his relief, the two were fine when the clock hit zero.

    Sighing, Wrecker laughed a little. "See? I told you!" He looked back at Hunter and smiled. "I told you."

    "Great. Can we get this thing off me?" The reg held back tears as he spoke.

    "Yep! I'll do that." Slowly, Wrecker released the clone from his no longer explosive prison. "There you go."

    "Thank you. Really, thank you."

    "Eh, it's part of what I'm good for! Say, you want something to eat, reg?"

    "Comet, and sure, that sounds nice."

    "Sweet!"