Blinded by Hatred-Part 3

                                    

                                          


                          
A/N: Hi everyone!  I am so sorry for not getting this out sooner and making you all wait almost ten days for this crap.  I had crazy busy week, plus writer's block so it was difficult for me to write (this is why I stick to single chapter shenanigans instead of one long plot line)  This might not be my best work but I hope you like it anyways.  Also, I had a thought earlier.  What is your favorite chapter of the book so far?  I am trying to think of more ideas so any chapter requests, opinions, and suggestions would be appreciated.  But that's all!  Enjoy the chapter and also thanks for everyone's comments and votes so far!  
                          


                          
TW: torture, blood, talk of death
                          
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         Immediately after finding the coded message to Count Dooku from Ventress, the Bad Batchers had prepared themselves for their next unofficial mission.  The clock was ticking and no second could be wasted.  There was no time to lose.  
                          
"Remember, no one knows what we are doing," Hunter reminded the team as Tech piloted the ship through hyper-space.
                          
No permission of the trip to Serreno was granted and what they were doing was most definitely not allowed.  But, Crosshair had a point when he said that they didn't give a damn about the rules anyway.  They had left Kamino a couple hours before and the entire period of time was restless and apprehensive.
                          
"Yeah, yeah when we get caught we'll face the consequences," Crosshair said, waving Hunter's remark off as unimportant.
                          
"We should start to formulate a plan," Tech suggested, setting the Havoc Marauder to auto-pilot and turning to face his three brothers.
                          
"Well, since Abby was taken to Serreno, she is most likely being held at Dooku's palace, so we should probably sneak off there and go in stealth style," Hunter explained to the others.
                          
"Oh, come on!" Wrecker exclaimed, sounding very disappointed.
                          
"This is a Sith's palace that we are talking about Wrecker; not some harmless demo job," Hunter groaned, slightly irked by Wrecker's desire for recklessness.  This mission would be dangerous enough without any more "excitement".
                          
"Alright fine but can we at least try to blow it up?" Wrecker bargained.
                          
"No!  We are getting Abby and getting out!" Hunter hissed, sick of the antics.
                          
"Fine, fine," Wrecker muttered, dissatisfaction lacing his voice.
                          
       Before anyone could say anything else, the ship's navi-computer beeped loudly, startling the troopers slightly. 
                          
"We've arrived," Tech announced, glancing at the ship's computer and flipping a couple switches.
                          
"You don't say," Crosshair sighed sarcastically.
                          
        Tech rolled his eyes at the remark, but grabbed his helmet off the center console and pulled it over his head.  The others followed the suit and holstered their weapons as Tech lowered the Havoc Marauder towards Serreno's surface.   
                          
"Put the ship in stealth mode too," Hunter commanded.
                          
"Got it." Tech obeyed, cloaking the ship and landed it a relatively close distance from Count Dooku's palace. 
                          
 All four of the Bad Batchers hopped down the steps to the dusty dirt of Serreno's earth.  The Sith's lair was just atop of a hill so without a second thought, they ran towards it, praying that Abby was okay.
                          
'We're coming, Abby.  Just hold on,' they each silently pleaded on deaf ears.
                          
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