Hunter Bad Batch X Dummy 13

In this model, you will find Hunter from the Bad Batch in Dummy 13 form. 

I hope this dummy 13 model brings you as much satisfaction as it did for me. 

***A short story based on this model is put at the end of the description!

There are two removeable features associated with this model 

      1. Removable backpack.

      2. Removable knife. 

Both features require letting in. For an easier experience, I recommend sanding (but not too much or else the parts will be too loose.)

Assembly is very similar to my regular clone trooper model (photo assembly guide added). 

Here's a link to the Dc-17 I used 

How I made this model: 

Remixed parts: 

All parts (except for the backpack and knife) is a remix of the armor and frame of the classic Dummy 13 action figure. 

The shoulder was also a remix of Phase 3 Clone Trooper Triton Squad shoulder armour plate (The Force Unleashed) by jaztermareal on Thingiverse. 

The backpack was a remix of Clone Commando - Star Wars Army Men by JediJayFish - Thingiverse.

Original Parts: 

The knife was made in Onshape. 

Short story: By @Emaster, edited by @Ben_W.

                                                                                               Clone Tales: An Old Friend

Clone Trooper Jimmy had always danced with danger. Serving in the 212th under General Kenobi, he was fierce, reliable—and carried a dry wit that softened the edges of war. During a critical strike on Utapau, in the last throes of the Clone Wars, Jimmy made the ultimate sacrifice: shielding his squad from a grenade blast. The explosion ripped away both legs and his left arm.

The medics barely saved his life. The Kaminoans rebuilt him.

Sort of.

Back on Kamino, Jimmy received sleek, polished prosthetics—imperial in their precision. But Jimmy made one request: leave his right foot unreplaced. A permanent reminder of the price they paid... and the empire that rose in silence.

His loyalty came under scrutiny not long after. He’d hesitated during Order 66. Eyes lingered on his report. Then he vanished.

In truth, he was taken to Mount Tantiss, where the Empire conducted cruel experiments on "defective" clones—those whose chips failed, whose minds resisted, whose hearts still remembered.

Years passed.

Hunter, once the sharp-edged leader of Clone Force 99, had long since pulled away from open battle. After the first clone breakout he and his squad helped lead, the years were spent hiding, moving in the shadows, helping where they could—but never fully engaged. The war had cost them dearly. He'd tried to leave it all behind.

Until he heard Jimmy's name.

Encrypted chatter spoke of a one-footed clone locked away at Tantiss. And the memories returned—of a joint mission years ago under Commander Cody, when Jimmy had proven himself more than a “reg.” Cool under fire, full of biting humor, and loyal to the bone. Against all odds, he and Hunter had become true friends.

That was all it took.

With Tech’s infiltration gear- even after his death, Tech was still helping force 99- and Echo working remote support, Hunter slipped into the belly of Mount Tantiss. One man, one goal. Stealth was his ally, but brutality wasn’t far behind. He silenced guards and accessed hidden corridors with practiced precision. But science officers were waiting—eager to study another clone who had resisted his chip. A stun blast clipped his shoulder, slowing him.

Still, he pressed on.

Through the sterile corridors he found Jimmy. Thin, pale, restrained. His leg ended in a chrome stump where no foot had ever been replaced.

“Jimmy,” Hunter whispered, slicing the restraints. “Let’s go home.”

Jimmy’s lips curled faintly. “You took your time…”

Then the alarms roared. Troopers flooded the exit. There was no cover. No retreat.

But before the fatal volley came—a sudden silence.

From the smoke stepped Captain Rex, helm under his arm, flanked by rebels. “You always did make a mess, Hunter.”

The three clones—battle-hardened, wounded, and born of the same long war—escaped together.

After getting patched up at the secret rebel outpost, Yaga minor, the group of clones went their separate ways. But before saying goodbye, they took a group picture, a reminder of their lasting brotherhood.