revivalproject | Fall In, Troops!

WHO: Omega and open~
WHERE: Outside of the library
WHAT: Patrolling like a good soldier!
WHEN: Nnnow?
WARNINGS: N/A

"All right squad, let's go over our mission again."

The young clone squats before several mothkittens, the latter in various states of attentiveness. One's sprawled out on its back, watching Omega as she gestures, another sits watching her hand the way a cat would a laser pointer, and the last two are a pile gnawing on each other, paused for the moment as they watch her anew while still holding onto an ear or a tail in their mouths. Up in a tree behind them is a larger mothcat, appearing content enough to lounge as she watches the children at play.

"We'll be patrolling the southern perimeter of the city square," Omega details, using the twig she has in hand to start tracing a rough map in the dirt. "Launch and I will take point, then Trapper and Tumble, and Dart, you're our rear guard. We'll start out facing the lakeside and keep to this side of the road. -yes, that's it right there, Dart. Can I have my stick back?"

She sighs as the little mothcat tugs at the twig she holds, grinning as she shakes her head and tugs it back a little before letting the winged furball roll about with it. Turning her attention to the one she's called Launch, she holds her arms out to catch the mothkitten as he predictably leaps up. "Okay, I think we're all set. Trapper, Tumble, Dart, let's go." Nodding to herself, Omega stands, letting Launch hop back out of her arms before she turns towards the tree and salutes the larger mothcat.

"We'll be back soon, Tony. Sure you won't come with us today?" She'll take that yawn as a no. "All right then. We'll see you later," she giggles, turning to head along. Naturally the mothkittens are quick to drift off in different ways than she'd outlined, but she doesn't seem to mind terribly as she sticks to her 'patrol' assignment.

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Omega was young, but she was old enough to have some independence. Although Echo wanted to keep an eye on her, he trusted she could take care of herself while staying in the safer, slightly more populated areas within the city. Having her patrol the innermost sections as he circled the outermost perimeter; this development was new, but it was also ideal for covering more ground while having another set of eyes open for any changes Temba and its current residents might go through.

He eventually makes his return down another path, leaping over crumbling walls to save some time. "Omega, report," he comms the girl casually, voice gruff as his steps slow in their pacing en-route to their appointed rendezvous. He almost stops, however, listening to be sure he isn't being followed by anything.

He's sure he heard the fluttering of wings...

"Nothing unusual on this side so far, sir," the girl dutifully reports. "Just having a little trouble keeping my squad at attention."

Even as she speaks, she offers a fond look over at the mothkittens. Trapper and Tumble have already gotten into another scuffle, and Dart had taken sudden interest in some kind of insect in the tall grasses, positioned to pounce.

"Anything on your end, Echo?"

"Everything's been quiet. Minor natural disturbances at most." There's a pause, switching between from protocol to something slightly more casual. "Squad's acting up?" Had Echo been the type, he would have sounded more offended at the thought of being replaced so quickly. Instead, it's more wary. Maybe curious.

Nothing could ever replace her brothers. If she were going to try that she would've named them appropriately!

"Lack of focus. They're easily distracted. Maybe I should try a different approach for trainees instead of right into a patrol," Omega considered.

He wouldn't have seen any resemblance between the Bad Batch and the mothcats. The mothcats had a cuteness advantage, at least.

"Trainees often are," Echo agrees. "Energy is good. Rowdiness, not so much. They need to burn off the excess."

Omega looked at the playing mothkittens again. "They do that enough on their own, but a little too much," she noted. "I'd have to end up carrying them all if we'd gotten out any farther." She smiled then. "That's why I only planned a brief patrol of this perimeter," she said, pointing out towards the edge of the space that stretched out from the side of the library and towards the main road.

"Well. That's no good." A hint of a chuckle slipped into his words as he approached Omega, letting his gaze follow where she planned her original patrol route before the mothkittens did their own thing. "It couldn't have been easy getting them out this far. Just look at them."

The girl sighed. "We haven't really gotten far at all. We started over by Tony and the tree there." The whole thing had fallen apart rather rapidly, but she couldn't really be mad for it. It wasn't like she'd actually expected the mothkittens to follow through, although it would have been a nice surprise. Multiples were definitely trickier to work with than one overly adventurous mothcat.

"Mothkittens," Echo frowned, shaking his head as he looked where Omega pointed. "They've got minds of their own." He at least understood that he still knew nothing about how they behaved, and that it was all out of the girl's control. "What matters is you tried with the little beasts..."

Didn't hurt to try one more time, however. The former ARC Trooper huffed, walking over to see if he could get the squad's attention. "All right, troops!" he barked, placing a hand on his hip. "Break it up."

The miniature mothcats jumped at the sudden shout, the two that had been play-fighting tumbling awkwardly off of each other, the other two looking over at the ARC Trooper. One of them crouched, slinking a little closer to the armored man.

Omega watched from where she'd stopped, hiding a giggle behind her hands.

It was like dealing with clone cadets. Tiny fuzzy cadets that didn't speak his language. "Now that I have your attention, it's time to shape up," Echo chastised, lowering his volume but sticking with the militant tone he tended to use around the Bad Batchers. "You had one simple task today with Omega. And what are all of you doing?"

The slinky one abruptly pounced at the ARC Trooper's foot. Apparently that was the answer. The others continued to stare, and one paused to lick itself.

A laugh slipped from Omega as she watched the mothcat antics. It was hardly surprising to see Launch make the attack. She expected the others might follow quite soon, and felt quite vindicated when Trapper inevitably joined in by making a move for Echo's other foot.

Really, he should have seen that coming. A surprised noise filtered through his helmet's vocabulator, looking down at the cat that now had its little paws on him. "Hey! That's out of line- " More movement, and Echo had another friend attached. Although they didn't weigh much, he still held his arms out to keep himself balanced.

Echo grunted at his new fur boots, his head turning Omega's way after he heard her laugh. "I see one of us is enjoying this."

Omega straightened at that, clearing her throat. "Sorry!" she squeaked, although she was still trying very much to keep a straight face. It was difficult when your brother was sporting a delightfully furry new set of footwear. Eventually the other two decided to join in the fun, landing on either side of Echo's shoulders.

Matching shoulder pads to go with the boots. Just what he needed.

Echo rolled his eyes, sighing as his head dipped forward. He seemed to be fine with Omega taking this all in. If the rest of the Bad Batch was here, he'd never hear the end of it. "Clearly you all need a little more discipline," he addressed the mothkitten squad. To Omega, he added: "They're smart, I'll give them that much credit."

"Well, you have their attention," Omega pointed out. She nodded; the kittens were quite clever. "On your feet are Launch and Trapper. And that's Dart and Tumble," she introduced.

And Echo thought one was bad. Despite the hidden scowl at how right Omega was about his earlier mistake, the clone considered the four kittens as they stayed attached, their fur and wings clashing with his color scheme. They seemed to behave on their own terms. Typical, but interesting.

Head canted, he lifted his hand and held it out in front of Tumble. "...Good names." A compliment for the girl's use of clone theme naming.

The mothkitten reached out to paw at the hand, overextending enough to lose balance in its attempt to grab at it, and tumble it does.

Omega smiled again. She'd watched the little ones enough to get a feel for some defining characteristics and was quite proud of the names she'd come up with.

Fall In, Troops!

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He just needs some apple bottom jeans

Echo style

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