How Wrecker met up with Lula (Wrecker/TBB) Part of Fandom Shorts series
Random takes and scenes in space and time for various fandoms I love.
Inspired by Fan Art and the Fandom in general.
How Wrecker met up with Lula It was a cold and damp day on Kamino, the rain falling, no surprise there! The time, way back when they were all so small, barely able to walk if counting real human years. But with the exhilarated aging, the clones were up and about already at the age of two. No more toddlers, not exactly preschoolers, but yeah, they were training already. Sometimes the days filled with too many things to be able to handle by the small minds of these creations, children to be more precise.
And children do get bored, especially during the long hauls, days filled with lectures long.
Wrecker and his Batch were no different, quite on the contrary, perhaps too eager to get out of the classrooms before the days were done. Doing whatever else the imagination of theirs them flung. Alas, that caused plenty a friction. Not least among the trainers, their teachers, but also the other vod'e. Those being more restrict in their training routines, wanting only to grow up as soldiers strong.
Yeah, that totally led to fights. Fights with a lot of punches and even some crying. Those crying, weren't simply the regs, having been at the hard end of the fists of Wrecker's. The biggest and baddest kid on the block. Well, at least where the others were concerned. His team knew better. Not that Wrecker wasn't strong. But, he could be as vulnerable as the rest of them. The fights, the name calling, the lot hurting him.
And so, this was one of those days, where the Bad Batch had ended up yet in another fight.
How it had started? Well, your guess is as good as mine. It did not matter. What mattered that it had and yes, feelings among small bodies had been hurt. The crying at the very end of the long struggle. Winning? Well, perhaps, but not without the cost.
And the cost this time around, like a few other times too, was the big kid crying his little eyes out.
Causing the hearts of his brothers to smart, as did it the one special clone always watching over them. Ninety-nine. The kind of a father figure to the wayward group of clones, keeping his eye on them, knowing they could not always manage on their own.
As this time, the fight had been especially hard on the young special clone, Ninety-nine had decided to do something special for him. Something to comfort the youngling in the otherwise harsh environment of Kamino they all still called home.
"Wrecker? How are you feeling?"
"I… um… dunno."
The kid was sniffling still, the tears having fallen for way too long this time around. Then again, they always seemed to last just a little bit longer than the previous time, didn't they.
"Look, I'm not going to tell you they won't do it again. And I'm certainly not going to plead you to not to respond, because I know you won't."
Ninety-nine was being realistic. Having realised far too early that Clone Force 99 would always be hounded, shunned by the others. For being different. Even if he himself had earned the respect for being just that, different. "Y-yeah?"
The timid tone asked, but Wrecker too knew, on some level, things would not change most likely.
"Here."
The stuffed toy was placed in the large size kiddy hands.
"Um… who, is this?"
"I dunno. You need to figure out a name for them."
Wrecker looked up at Ninety-nine. The thankful glaze in his eyes speaking volumes.
Doing the only thing the kid could at the moment, his arms were around the older clone, eliciting a soft smile out of Ninety-nine.
"You're welcome Wrecks."
A spell of silence passed between the two. Somewhat of their thing during these times of consolation.
"Lula."
"Wot?"
"Lula. Is 'er name."
Ninety-nine broke into a wide grin. Glad to be able to help the kid, this time around.
"Lula, it is."
