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wreckerslula99 · 11 months

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your touch (love) warms my body (soul)

PART ONE: PRE-ORDER 66

Summary: During a snowstorm on a foreign planet, the Bad Batch are trying to sleep inside their ship, the Marauder. Someone bitches a little too much. Enter: Wrecker and his insane natural body heat and love for cuddles. AKA: The Bad Batch cuddle because it's cold.

Word count: 1,814 words

Author's note: There will be a second part to this post order 66 where Omega is included instead of Crosshair! (No beta we die like the Republic)

Part Two

This is also available on AO3 here.

On several occasions, the Marauder has been put through inhumane temperatures. Sometimes the Bad Batch will be on a hot planet and the ventilation will break, or be turned off by Tech to “save power”. This is often followed by a bout of groans and complaints from his brothers, mainly Wrecker. Other times, they will land on planets so cold that it seeps into the ship. It’s easy for the ship to stay warm when flying through space, but when powered down and stagnant, not so much.

Usually, when this happens, Crosshair is the first to complain. Which is exactly what is happening right now.

They had been on the planet of Kijimi for 10 rotations and luck had been on their side regarding the weather. Until now. Only a few hours before dark, a snowstorm had started building and by the time it was nightfall, it had reached their area. It wasn’t dangerous, but it was cold enough to the point where the small heater they brought for emergencies wasn’t enough. And Crosshair was never one to be silent when something bothered him. Even if his complaints were involuntary and in the form of shivers, teeth clacking together and small grunts of displeasure.

“Crosshair, are you really freezing that much?” Hunter asks, his tone obviously annoyed as he turns around in his bunk yet again, unable to find a comfortable position with how cold he was.

“Shut up,” Crosshair growls, but with his incessant shivering, it really didn’t pack the same punch it usually did.

“Brother, if you’re really freezing that much, I suggest you put on some more clothes and get out the heater,” Tech says from where he is sitting against the wall in his bunk, wrapped up in his blanket and with his datapad in his hands.

“Heater’s broken,” Wrecker pipes up, his voice rumbling with guilt.

“Perfect,” Crosshair hisses, turning over in his bunk yet again to face the wall, his figure still visibly shaking underneath his blanket.

“It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t mean to sit on it,” Wrecker whines.

Out of all of them, Wrecker was the only one who was never cold in these situations. Sure, he felt the cold, but his body was always warm. Teach theorized it could be a by-product of Wrecker’s specific genetic enhancement. Remembering this fact only pissed Crosshair off even more. He wasn’t actually mad, of course. He was just cold and tired.

Hunter sighs. “We’ll get a new one next time we’re in town.”

“Assuming we survive the cold,” Crosshair grits out sarcastically. “And each other.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that? What does he mean by that, Hunter?!” Wrecker sits up in his bunk, letting out a small yelp followed by a groan when he hits his head.

He brings a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his head and Crosshair lets out a small, devious chuckle. “Serves you right, you big oaf.”

“Hey! You know I feel bad about not fitting into spaces where everyone else does…” Wrecker exclaims, but the soft sadness in his voice gives away that he was genuinely hurt by his brother’s comment.

“Oh, come on, Wrecker. Don’t always take everything so seriously,” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“Will you stop?” Hunter finally interrupts. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I’ll be damned if I let you two make this into a long night! So zip it, chill out, stop complaining and go to sleep.”

A few seconds of silence pass before Wrecker speaks up again, his voice small and timid, his pout evident in his tone. “Hunter, my head really hurts.”

Hunter lets out a sigh mixed with a groan, running a hand through his long hair and sliding it down his face. The tip of his nose feels awfully cold to his touch and he tries to figure out how to help his brothers.

“Wrecker, you’ll be fine. It didn’t sound like you hit your head that hard,” Tech states matter of factly. “Besides, there’s hardly anything that could happen either way. You seem to be better protected against injuries than any of us.”

“Okay…” Wrecker accepts this, nodding along while Tech is talking, even though they couldn’t see each other.

“Stop talking,” Crosshair seethes, perhaps more from the cold than the annoyance he felt.

“Oh, come on, Crossie! If you can’t sleep because it’s cold, then it doesn’t matter if we talk!” Wrecker argues, clutching his Lula tightly in his hands.

“Oh, come on, Wrecker!” Hunter lets out an exasperated groan.

“Echo, you’re awfully quiet, don’t you have something annoying to say as well?” Crosshair says instead of responding to Wrecker, completely ignoring Hunter as well.

“No,” Echo’s voice is small and shaky, coming as a big surprise to everyone.

“Echo? You okay?” Wrecker called out.

“I’m fine, just c-cold…” he responds.

“It’s most likely all the metal that is attached to his body that is making it harder for him to stay warm, as metal becomes cold quickly in cold temperatures, just the same as it becomes hot in warmer temperatures, because-”

“Tech, shut up,” Crosshair says sharply.

“Oh… you’re cold because you’re a little bit of a droid?” Wrecker asks and before Tech can speak up to correct his phrasing, Echo bursts out.

“I’m not a droid! Droids don’t kriffin’ freeze, do they?!”

Silence falls upon them. Even though he hasn’t been with them for very long, they’re all well aware of how Echo feels regarding his current anatomy given to him by the separatists. The silence goes on for a little too long, to the point where Hunter thinks he’s about to be able to fall asleep until Wrecker speaks up again, his rough voice breaking through the silence with ease.

“I’m pretty warm,” he says, more like a discovery than a fact.

“Oh, would you two just cuddle up together and be quiet?” Crosshair exclaims, still sounding very cold.

Silence falls over them again, until there is shuffling and the sound of a blanket moving coming from Wrecker’s bunk. Next there are steps heard as he stomps around the room. Hunter rolls his eyes and puts his hand over his face.

“Wrecker, what are you-,” a small yelp is heard and it’s definitely Echo.

To everyone’s surprise, more stomping is heard and a small light is turned on right by Crosshair’s bunk.

“Turn it off, Wrecker. I’m not joking, I’m gonna-,” Crosshair is interrupted by being pushed against the wall of his bunk by a large, warm body.

Wrecker. With his Lula right in Crosshair’s face.

“Sorry, Crossie, I didn’t mean to push ‘ya,” Wrecker says apologetically as he settles into the bunk of his grumpy brother.

“What are you doing? Get out of my bunk!” Crosshair starts complaining as he wriggles slightly so he is able to turn and look at Wrecker.

Much to his surprise, lying half on top of his giant brother is Echo, who sends him an apologetic, but also confused and relieved smile.

“I said go cuddle each other, not me!” Crosshair continues to complain, even though the warmth radiating off his brother was very tempting to fall into. “Echo, move your karking metal leg off my ankle!”

“Sorry,” Echo says, still fairly new to the team and their dynamic as he tries to shift in his place.

“Wrecker, you’re pushing me against the wall,” Crosshair continues complaining, although rather half-heartedly since he’s starting to warm up.

“Oh, for the love of…,” Hunter mumbles, throwing his blanket off of himself, grabbing it and scooting over to the ladder to climb down from his bunk.

He walks over to Crosshair’s bunk with his blanket wrapped around himself, thinking that he would probably be laughing at the sight of his three brothers squeezed into the bunk if it wasn’t for how tired and annoyed he is.

“Will you please be quiet?” He exclaims, staring them down

They were still trying to wriggle into a comfortable position and Hunter sighs before getting to work. He slaps Crosshair’s shoulder, who looks at him with narrowed eyes, but follows the movement of his hand anyway and sits up. Hunter orders Wrecker to move against the wall on his back, his legs away from the wall so Echo could lie on top of him and rest his metal legs in that empty space against the wall. Crosshair got put next to Wrecker on his side.

“Happy?” Hunter asks, but it sounded as though he would lose it if anyone said no.

The Sergeant then scoots in at the foot of the bunk, resting his legs on top of Wrecker’s underneath the blanket and pulling his own tighter around himself. There is a moment of silence in which Hunter contemplates getting up again to turn off the little light he accidentally left on, but decides it’s not worth the risk of stirring up his brothers again.

“Tech?” Wrecker speaks up after a minute or so of silence and Hunter wants to slam his head against the wall behind him. “Aren’t you gonna join us?”

“No, I prefer to stay on my own where I have space to read through some more informational manuals,” he says from his bunk, where he is sitting with his datapad.

“You can keep reading in the morning, Tech,” Hunter says. “Come on, you need your sleep. And I know you’re freezing too.”

“I’m just fine on my own, thank you very much,” Tech replies, pulling his knees closer to his chest underneath his blanket.

“Liar,” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“Come on, Tech. You know it’s erm, scientifically illogical to stay on your own during these temperatures,” Hunter tries to play into his brother’s weaknesses: science and logic.

“I don’t appreciate it when you pull that card,” Tech sighs and rolls his eyes, then starts trotting over to the rest of his brothers.

He turns off the small lamp next to the bed and then settles in next to Hunter with his blanket still wrapped around himself.

“Don’t you dare,” Crosshair threatens when Tech moved his legs half on top of his, which earns him a small kick from Hunter and Tech lets the full weight of his legs rest on Crosshair’s lower body. “I hope you know you won’t wake up in the morning.”

“Oh yeah? I hope you know if you don’t all settle down and shut up right now, none of you will make it ‘til morning,” Hunter growls. “Go to sleep.”

“Good night, guys,” Wrecker says only a few seconds later, groans and sighs erupting from all around the bunk

“Good night, Wrecker,” they all say in unison and then it’s silent for good.

Slowly, Wrecker’s body heat warms the others enough for their bodies to relax and allow them to fall into a deep sleep, all huddled together in the little bunk.

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roninreverie · 1 year

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This was inspired by their stupid similar hairlines, the fact that Omega was proven good at strategy board games, and that one opening scene from Mulan.

I was working on this before, but in light of recent circumstances, I think I'll post the concept drafts and see if I can convince myself to do a real one later on.

#I AM IN PAIN YALL #star wars #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb omega #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #eli vanto #(honorable mention)#Get me 20CCs of copium stat!#roninreverie

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 1 year

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, BAD BATCH?!?!

#where's the next episode?#there should be another one #this is NOT how it ends #WHERE IS IT FILONI?!?!#the bad batch #star wars #stat wars the bad batch #tbb #sw tbb #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #hunter and omega

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clownery-and-fuckery · 3 months

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doodle dump because exams have decidedly fucking KILLED me so... yeah.

We've got my star wars OCs ofc <33 (I just HAD to draw Lilla again... shes so perfect ugh) and my good old clone trooper ocs Moss, Nails ans Pitbull- I didnt draw Toss which is... tragic.

These next two are !!!! to me- its an AU for tbb I'm thinking of calling "Project Failsafe" I'll talk about to later tho and the next is my absolute CUTIE oc who doesn't have a name(partly because he doesn't actually GET ONE until like halfway through his story so... I have yet to figure it out) BUT I LOVE HIM !!!!!

Okie dokie bye bye <3

#i love drawing ugh #i wish i didnt have to do EXAMS #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #stat wars oc #clone trooper ocs #clone trooper moss #clone trooper pitbull #clone trooper nails #i love them <33

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nonhumanhottie · 11 months

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The bad batch season 2 rewatch

Pabu

I love Phee she is perfect

'Impressive for a pirate' why would a pirate not know the smell of poison though???

Tech playing against himself and announcing that he's doing just that is so iconic

Phee suggesting Omega get to do something normal and the batch getting so defensive oh my god

I do love that Phee has a soft spot for them though

Phee rescuing cultural artifacts for refuges is so beautiful I love

Wrecker is so excited about the food what a king

I love that Tech starts taking an interest in Phee when he realises how cool she is

This episode is so sweet it melts my heart

'As a father' STOP IT

I really like the way Phee is coaching Hunter and the others into letting Omega be a child

I'm glad that they didn't go with a story plot of the empire finding Pabu

I also like how they showed community; no one was shoving, they were helping each other

and the people who grab Wrecker to help Shep up my heart

Okay but Tech smiling at Phee is sweet he's finally learning empathy lmao

#leshi star wars rewatch #the bad batch #stat wars #tbb omega #phee genoa #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb hunter #leshi speaks

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phantom-of-the-501st · 2 years

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I almost tagged a post as "Stat Wars" rather than Star Wars but now I can't help thinking that it could 100% be a name for a spin-off show about Tech.

#stat wars #star wars #the bad batch #tech #tbb tech #echo #tbb echo #omega #tbb omega #crosshair #tbb crosshair #hunter #tbb hunter #wrecker #tbb wrecker

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apocalyp-tech-a · 2 years

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Everyone is all Kenobi today, but we need Tech, too. Oooh, that last one... 😳

Where's season 2?! *grumble* 🥺

#he so cute #tech addiction #i seriously need season 2 stat #tech the bad batch #the bad batch #tech #tbb #star wars #aftermath #tech tbb

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here-comes-the-moose · 2 years

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Wrecker: Hey Echo?

Echo: Yes?

Wrecker: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Echo:

Echo: Where’s Crosshair?

#echo invented the single mom who works two jobs tiktok audio #let the poor man rest #omega he needs another spa day STAT #arc trooper echo #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #incorrect bad batch quotes #incorrect tbb quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #the bad batch #star wars tbb

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 2 years

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How I prioritize things in my life rn

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair needs a hug #stats #psychology

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mandwhore · 3 years

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haleyfury · 6 years

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Summer is finally upon us! I’ve been kicking off the season with plenty of reading by the pool and beach, having read 12 books this month, and staying in the AC watching way more than I realized!

I think someone deserves a trip to Barnes & Noble soon (says the girl whose bedroom floor has become its own bookshelf) because I wrote reviews for all of the following books! While some of them may not be live yet, check out the What I Wrote section for the ones that are.

Emergency Contact by Mary H.L. Choi | 3.5/ 5 Stars

Save the Date by Morgan Matson | 5/5 Stars

Warcross by Marie Lu (Reread)| 5/5 Stars

Wildcard by Marie Lu (ARC)| 5/5 Stars

From Twinkle, With Love by Sandhya Menon | 4/5 Stars

The Summer of Us by Cecelia Vinesse (ARC) /5 Stars

The Accidental Bad Girl by Maxine Kaplan | 4.5/5 Stars

Love & Gelato by Jenna Evans Welch | 4.5/5 Stars

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor | 5/5 Stars

Starry Eyes by Jenn Bennet | 4.5/5 Stars

Love & War by Melissa de la Cruz | 3/5 Stars

Love & Luck by Jenna Evans Welch | 4.5 Stars

The Bold Type- Season 2 of The Bold Type just started this month, and I am obsessed with what is easily Freeform’s best TV show. I loved reading Teen Vogue and Seventeen growing up (middle school me dreamed of being a fashion journalist), so I love the news/magazine/fashion/social media setting that makes up The Bold Type. Why can’t there be more than one episode each week??

Chef’s Table: Christina Tosi- Living close to NYC constantly makes you aware of what’s hot in the dessert scene, so I had to watch Christina Tosi’s episode of Netflix’s Chef’s Table. Christina is the owner of Milk Bar, a popular dessert & ice cream chain that is known for it’s cereal milk ice cream.

The Staircase- Probably the most unexpected watch this month, like many, I have become obsessed with Neftlix’s documentary series called The Staircase (apparently I’ve also become a bit obsessed with documentaries this month??). My parents really enjoyed Making a Murderer, so I decided to watch this new crime docuseries with them. And after finishing its fourteen episodes, I. am. Still. OBSSESSED. And can’t figure who’s guilty.

Ocean’s Eight– Since Ocean’s Eleven is one of my favorite movies, I had to see its female powerhouse companion, Ocean’s Eight. After seeing some mixed reviews, I am so happy to report that I loveddd Ocean’s Eight! It has such a phenomenal cast and had me laughing out loud throughout.

The Handmaid’s Tale- My love for my local library grew for this fangirl who currently doesn’t have Hulu for ordering Season 1 of The Handmaid’s Tale. Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale was the best book I read in high school and although I can only speak for the first season, I am so impressed by it in general and how close it is to the book.

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Geography of This Book & Me: The Geography of You and Me

Weddings & Waffles: Save the Date

Hello Hideo: Warcross Reread & Wildcard Thoughts

My Favorite Book to Movie Adaptations: Inspired by The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Sweet Summer Reading: Stay Sweet

The Accidental Bad Girl Review & Favorite Quotes

College YA Meets Texas: Emergency Contact

Book Expo & Book Con

TIME FOR A NEW SHELF: Book Expo & Book Con Haul

My Thursday at Book Expo 2018

My Friday at Book Expo 2018

My Saturday at Book Con 2018

My Sunday at Book Con 2018

Eating the Rest of My TBR: Remaining TBR Goals

Give Me ALL the Pops: My Funko Wishlist

TBB Asks: Summer Lovin’

Reading, Writing, and More Reading: May Wrap Up

Book Expo and Book Con 2018- Sorry not sorry, but I think know that I will never stop talking about Book Expo and Book Con, aka the best bookish four days EVER. I have experience posts for all four days above along with my combined haul. In short, I am beyond grateful that I was able to attend both events because I received SO many amazing anticipated releases and getting to meet SO many fellow booknerds. It’s been really fun to keep in touch with everyone I met online this month!

Starting a New Blogging Notebook- I’m almost done with my original blogging notebook that I started in March 2017 (when I officially full it, it’ll be a life happening in July!). I use my notebook for almost anything involving my blog- scheduling, reading notes, post ideas, TBRs,etc. With this new notebook, I’m going to keep track of my monthly stats (views and follower counts) and try to keep track of comments, which I am inspired to do so by Dani of Perspective of a Writer (check out her awesome post where…).

Going to Milk Bar- I’ve always wanted to go to Milk Bar, but Chef’s Table sent me there ASAP. On my most recent trip to the city, I went to the midtown location and if there’s one place that lives up to the hype, it’s Milk Bar. I had the cereal milk soft serve with rainbow sprinkles and it tasted so good- it really does taste like the milk in a bowl of cornflakes! I also picked up some cookies to take home for my family, which were compost, cornflake chocolate chip marshmallow, and chocolate chocolate. I’m definitely going to try and go there again for ice cream (I want to try pretzel and chocolate) or crack (butter) pie.

Instagram Game Update- Since April, I’ve been working on improving my Instagram/bookstagram game. Over the past two months, I’ve gained about 60 followers and I’ve really pushed myself to post at least 6 times a week, if not everyday. This month was especially fun because I was featured on Siobhan Vivian’s and Turner Publishing’s Instagram Stories for Stay Sweet and Mammoth respectively.

ALSO I AM SO EXCITED AND THANKFUL TO TURNER PUBLISHING FOR SENDING ME AN ARC OF MAMMOUTH BY JILL BAGUCHINSKY, AKA ONE OF MY MOST ANTICIPATED 2018 RELEASES! Honestly, June was my best book mail month to date between preorder incentives for Save the Date and Stay Sweet, Mammouth, Sadie by Courtney Summers from St. Martin’s Press, blog tours for Save the Date and The Accidental Bad Girl, and books for trade (I got Royals by Rachel Hawkins and an ARC of Aminah Mae Safi’s Not the Girls You’re Looking For).

As always, thank you for sticking around for my yelling across the Internet. What else would you expect from a fangirl like me?? What did you read and watch in June? Did you attend any bookish events? Share in the comments!

It’s A Fangirl Life: June Wrap Up Summer is finally upon us! I’ve been kicking off the season with plenty of reading by the pool and beach, having read 12 books this month, and staying in the AC watching way more than I realized!

#June Wrap Up

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wreckerslula99 · 9 months

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your touch (love) warms my body (soul)

PART TWO: POST-ORDER 66

Summary: During a cold night on a Tatooine, the Bad Batch are trying to sleep inside their ship, the Marauder. Omega is freezing. Enter: Wrecker and his insane natural body heat and love for cuddles. AKA: The Bad Batch cuddle because it's cold.

Word count: 2,365 words

Author's note: This is part two (No beta we die like the Republic)

Part One

This is also available on AO3 here.

Having never left Kamino before in her entire life meant that Omega wasn’t used to extreme temperatures. The Kaminoans always kept their facilities well regulated: decent temperature, good air, ventilation system… Which felt like it might be the reason as to why she was freezing so much now.

It was already cold when she first entered space aboard the Marauder. But when they received a mission on a planet named Tatooine, where the nights were polar opposites to the days and were thereby cold enough to the point where you could freeze to death, they realized the Marauder’s heating system wasn’t working. Omega had never been more cold in her life.

Her small body shook where she was curled up on Crosshair’s old bunk, her teeth clacking together. The reason she was in Crosshair’s bunk and not in her own little make-shift room was because it would be even colder there. Her brothers realized she’d be sleeping right against a window and that their combined body heat in the area of the bunks would probably be enough to keep her warm.

Well, they were wrong. And she was too scared of being a burden to admit it. She hadn’t ever slept in Crosshair’s bunk before, because it sort of felt like sacred ground. He could come back any day, she shouldn’t occupy his space.

“Omega? Are you… cold?” Hunter asks as he passes by Crosshair’s bunk on his way to his own.

She looks up at him, trying to stop shivering and gives him a half-hearted smile. “No, i-it’s alright.”

Hunter narrows his eyes slightly, and before he can speak up, much to his surprise, he hears Echo’s voice.

“It’s alright, vod’ika,” he says softly, sitting on his bunk with his metal legs over the edge and two blankets wrapped around him. “I also get cold really easily.”

Omega looks like she’s contemplating something and Hunter watches the different thoughts and emotions pass over her face in the span of a few seconds.

“It’s most likely because she’s not used to these temperatures, especially not Tatooine’s drastic change between hot and cold climate, and because she’s rather small and skinny,” Tech says matter of factly as he takes off his goggles and sets them on a small nightstand by his bunk before picking up his datapad and starting to read something on it.

Wrecker entered the room right as Hunter started talking. “Omega, it’s okay to be cold, they’re right.”

“What’s going on with ‘Mega?” Wrecker asks from where he was standing by his bunk, worry evident in his voice.

“She’s cold,” Tech says without looking up.

“Oh… oh, I got it!” Wrecker speaks up, getting up from his bunk and walking over to Echo, knowing his routine immediately.

“Wait, you- I can walk on my own, you don’t need to carry me everytime!” The former reg exclaims as he is pulled up.

To Hunter’s surprise, Wrecker lets Echo walk over to Crosshair’s old bunk with him on his own.

“C’mon, kid, scoot over,” Wrecker says and Omega looks at him with a confused expression on her face, but complies nonetheless.

She lets out a small squeal at how deeply the mattress dips when Wrecker suddenly plops down on it next to her. Remembering Crosshair’s old complaints about being pushed into the wall, he scoops her up with one arm and pushes his shoulder against the metal. Echo settles down next to Wrecker, where Crosshair would usually sleep. Because of Crosshair being rather skinny and not very prone to take up space, his absence wasn’t even very noticeable regarding how much space they had in the bed, which somehow felt even worse than him visibly missing from the picture.

Wrecker arranges Crosshair’s blanket to be wrapped around Omega, then pulls his own and Echo’s blanket on top of them. Then he looks expectantly over at Hunter, as though he were waiting for him to do something. When Hunter just continues to stand there and watch them, Echo sighs.

“Hunter, will you just join us?” He rolls his eyes slightly.

“I’m not even that-,” he trails off when he sees the look Omega is giving him.

Big, pleading eyes bore into his and with a sigh, his shoulders slump slightly in mock-defeat before he goes to grab his blanket from his bunk. He stops by Tech’s bunk on the way back, softly flicking the side of his head.

“Come on, you too,” Hunter says to his brother in passing, reaching up to pull his own blanket down from his bunk and slinging it around his shoulders before returning to his pile of brothers and Omega.

An exasperated sigh is heard coming from Tech’s bunk, but he gets up nonetheless. With his datapad in hand and his blanket wrapped around him, he pads over to Crosshair’s old bunk.

“Ugh, I never understood why we ended up in Crosshair’s bunk every time,” Tech says with a roll of his eyes as he settles in next to Hunter. “Wrecker’s is the biggest, it should be our obvious choice.”

“Maybe next time,” Hunter grumbles in response, crossing his arms and shrinking further into the corner of the bunk.

Omega holds Lula to her chest, hearing the soft thumping of Wrecker’s heartbeat underneath her head. She was still shaking slightly, but was beginning to warm up with all her brothers around her. Curling up against Wrecker and snuggling deeper underneath the blanket, she felt warm both inside and out. Having grown up on Kamino, separated from her brothers for most of her life, it was an odd change to now suddenly be so close to them. This type of closeness, this type of bond has been something she had long wished for, and envied the others on Kamino for. She had always been an outsider on Kamino, but not here. Here, she is loved and cared for. She matters.

[BONUS]

Omega wakes up uncomfortably warm the next morning. Lifting her head, she looks around with bleary eyes, watching her brothers sleeping all around her. A small smile grows on her face, and she thinks she is the first and only one awake, until she looks to the side and realizes Echo is missing. Carefully, Omega throws the blanket off of herself and rolls off of Wrecker. With Lula in one hand, she stands up and tiptoes over the durasteel floor, leaving the bunk area and heading towards the cockpit.

Tatooine’s twin suns are already on their way up and filling the ship with bright orange light. Omega can see them making their way up the sky through the window of her room as she passes it. The door to the cockpit is open and she can see Echo sitting in one of the chairs, fumbling with something. Without thinking much about it, she walks up to him, sitting down on the other chair and pulling her legs up. Echo jumps when she comes into his field of vision, his head snapping in her direction. When he realizes it’s just Omega, his shoulders relax slightly.

“You gave me quite the scare, kiddo,” he says with a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly with a soft smile on his face.

“Sorry,” Omega says, but smiles brightly back at him. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m oiling my joints,” he answers, lifting up the small bottle of oil and stretching out his droid arm. “I need to do this every few weeks so they don’t lock up or creak. It basically just lets me move smoothly and quietly.”

“Oh,” Omega says, watching as Echo applies oil to the joint where his elbow would be. “Does it hurt?”

“Does what hurt?” Echo asks with a confused expression on his face, not believing that Omega is asking about the oiling.

“Your…,” she looks hesitant to ask, hugging her Lula to her chest. “Does having droid limbs hurt?”

Echo cracks a small smile at the question, though it is laced with something dark and painful. “No, not really… not anymore, anyway.”

“How does it feel?” Omega asks nervously, but Echo can see the curiosity shining in her eyes.

“I’m not really sure how to explain it,” he says, leaning back slightly in his chair. “In the beginning, I struggled a lot with it. It hurt, physically and emotionally, and I felt heavy and clumsy with all the metal on me. I’ve gotten a lot better at handling it though, and am still getting better every day. Have you ever heard of the sensation called a ‘phantom limb’?”

Omega thought about it, and it sounded vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t really place it. The girl shook her head.

“Well, it is a condition which causes patients to experience sensations in their ‘phantom limb’, meaning the limb they lost,” Echo explains. “Sometimes it can just be a tingling sensation, or like an itch I can’t scratch, but it can also be painful. There’s not really any treatment for it, though for me, it’s definitely better now than it was at the start.”

There is a small frown on Omega’s face as the girl thinks this over. She is chewing on her lip and spacing out with her eyes staring out of the window. Echo watches her for a moment, then goes back to oiling his joints.

“Is all the metal the reason you get so cold?” She asks after a few minutes of silence, in which Echo had moved on to his knees.

“Yes,” he confirms, not looking up at her as he finishes his task, putting away the oil to the side before elaborating. “That, and also because I have a severe nutritional deficiency, and haven’t been able to gain much weight back since I was taken.”

“Taken?” Omega tilts her head in confusion, and Echo realizes she probably thought he lost his limbs in a battle-related accident, which of course wasn’t too far off.

“Well… I used to be a reg,” he says, watching her eyes widen in surprise. “I was on a dangerous mission, and after being the victim of an explosion, I was deemed killed in action. But I was alive, and I was taken by the Separatists. They are the reason I’m more machine than human, they are the reason I was complicit in the killing of so many of my brothers… they had me hooked up to a computer, giving away all plans of action the Republic troopers could possibly think of. I was lucky Rex came to save me when he did, that he came at all. And with him, he brought these guys.”

He nods in the direction of the entrance to the cockpit, referring to their brothers who were sleeping down the hall from it. His expression is one of conflicting emotions; pain, warmth, affection. A hint of shame.

“So you knew Rex long before everything?” Omega asks.

“Yes,” Echo smiles, though there is something solemn in his eyes. “We were close. I was an ARC under his command. Me and…”

Omega doesn’t ask, just watches as her brother drops his head and runs his hand over his face.

“Me and my brother Fives,” he says quietly. “We were batch mates. He was the only one who could… make light of any situation. And he was a fierce warrior as well. After Rex rescued me, I had hoped I would see him again, but… but I found out that he had been killed a few months prior. Because he found out the truth about our chips.”

He taps the side of his head where his inhibitor chip used to be located. Omega thought she could see tears in his eyes, but wasn’t sure. This is the most Echo had ever opened up to her before.

“I still remember being a reg,” he says, an almost inaudible crack in his voice. “Before Skako Minor. Before becoming more machine than myself. I remember being flesh and blood, being warm. I remember my brothers being warm. Despite Kamino, despite the war, everything was so warm. And now…”

Omega could feel herself starting to tear up as well, her compassion and empathy taking over. She had never truly thought this deeply about Echo’s background, or his former affiliations.

“You know, it’s a little funny,” Echo speaks up again, and despite his voice sounding lighter, Omega could tell it probably wasn’t about to be funny. “I was always seen as sort of a machine by most of my brothers. I always thought if I read all the manuals, stuck to all the orders and stuff, that I would fit in. I always struggled with fitting in, and I’m not sure why. I actually used to be a lot like Tech.”

He lets out a small huff, very similar to a laugh, but not quite one.

“I honestly can’t imagine you acting like Tech,” Omega admits with a shy smile.

“Well, I wasn’t as bad — nor was I as smart,” Echo sighs and looks out of the window.

“You really miss it, don’t you?” Omega asks. “Your old brothers and how you were before Ska… Skaka…”

“Skako Minor,” Echo corrected with a somber smile. “And yes, I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t like where I am now, but I do miss my batchmates. Especially since I know I won’t ever get to see them again…”

“I’m so sorry, Echo,” Omega says with the biggest, most sincere eyes Echo has ever seen.

He wants to tell her it’s alright, wants to reassure her. But he can’t, because it’s not alright and there’s no way to justify any of this into some sort of reassurance or false sense of comfort. But he can’t change anything about it either. Swallowing down the tears building in his eyes, he sends her a thankful smile before turning to watch the twin suns rise further. Omega watches him for another moment, but then turns to watch the sunrise with him.

Nothing that had happened or was going on was alright. But for now, they could sit in silence and let the suns slowly warm up the ship as they rise. And hope that one day, things will be alright for them.

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