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[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.9

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Awkwardness, cringe, general Echo mischief, smut!!!, crosshair actually has feelings.

Echo 🤝 the Suriel

Mama Echo lives for spilling the tea.... enjoy babessss

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“So…” You clapped your hands together standing awkwardly in the galley walkway, “What did you want to talk about?” You felt your insides tinge with awkwardness. 

“You shouldn’t be standing.” Tech pointed at your bandaged feet. 

Duh.  “I know that…” You scoffed and shuffled over to the dining table to sit on the bench next to Crosshair. Instead, his arm shot out grabbing you, bringing you down into his lap with a squeak. 

“Vod.” Hunter chastised. Crosshair settled you comfortably.

“What?” He bent down running his nose over the shell of your ear, “The lady needed a seat.” 

“We’re supposed to be talking about this.” Hunter sighed rubbing his temple. 

Crosshair was thoroughly enjoying this dress you had. If he was king of the universe he’d write it into law to keep you in outfits like this all the time.  

You had tried your best to tie it back like Taryn had once you got out of the shower hoping you wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone. Not that Crosshair would mind apparently. 

“Then talk vod.” Crosshair sassed keeping a possessive hand on your bare thigh. 

Hunter shifted uncomfortably suddenly feeling awkward, “Okay… So… Uhm…” 

You raised a brow feeling the cringe vibrate in your body. Crosshair sensed you tensing up and started rubbing little circles into your thigh to comfort you. 

“Sarge?” Wrecker raised a brow at Hunter’s warming cheeks as the eldest of them shuddered back and forth trying to find the right words. 

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Hunter groused, “Obviously things like this aren’t supposed to happen… and we um… probably should clear the air to know how everyone is feeling…” He was trying to sound as clinical as possible.

“Good job bud.” Echo gave Hunter a thumbs up from the copilot seat. 

“Y/N how about you start.” Hunter coughed and crossed his arms. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling the cringe. 

“Start with that? Can Tech go first?” You looked at him then the others. 

“Fine.” Hunter looked to his goggled brother, “Tech starts.” 

The Pilot pushed up his goggles, “I guess I’m just trying to decipher if this was a series of unfortunate events or something that was bound to happen eventually. As we have not ever had a female, or an omega with us before I have no data to compare it to. But if I were making a hypothetical observation based on my own observations, the way Y/N’s eyes are currently dilated and her skin flushing, she’s interested in relations with Crosshair… at least from what I can tell.” 

You visibly tensed and Crosshair wrapped his arm around your chest how hauling you into his front. Damn Tech for airing out your business like that. 

“Is that correct?” Hunter asked with a glint of hope in his eyes. 

“I-I uhh.” You shot Tech a look before shaking your head, “I don’t know. I know this is like, soooo against basically every rule the GAR has, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…clearly.” 

“Interested in all of us?” Wrecker asked with longing eyes. 

“It would appear so…” You couldn’t deny what your hindbrain wanted in the throws of heat, but it didn’t make the embarrassment any softer. 

“Do you feel like this was something you wanted to happen?” Hunter asked dying to know the answer. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel like shit the second he was coming out of the rut. Like they had taken advantage of you, “or were you just reacting to the heat…”

You chewed your lip suddenly feeling ultra vulnerable, Crosshair gave you an encouraging squeeze, “Truthfully, I think it was both.” You were heating up now, “I mean, I think the heat took over and made the decision for me, but I guess I’ve always had those thoughts.” You whispered the last part wishing this whole awkward conversation would be over. 

Echo must have taken pity on you, or felt the undeniable urge to stir the pot because he cleared this throat and spoke up, “Well, as fabulously as Hunter is handling this. I have to let Tiny know that I know for a fact these four idiots have been pining for you since you joined the unit.” 

You quirked your head. What?…no.

“If Hunter hadn’t laid down the “no touch” law in the start, these nerf herders would have been at each other’s throats nine months ago.” Echo raised a brow and pointed an accusatory finger at Hunter, “Sarge over here can’t help but sniff you every time you walk by. Like a fucking blood hound and panics like a mother hen every time you're out of sight. He also looses his damn mind every time another male is mentioned in regard to you. That one…” 

He pointed to Tech, “I’ve caught him reviewing cam footage of you two talking before just so he can look at your face. He also keeps a pin up of a look alike he stole from 501st under his mattress.” 

Then he looks at Wrecker, “I’ve had to listen to Wrecker moaning your name while rubbing one out when he thinks I’m asleep.” The giant gasped turning beet red, “And him… he’s a certified panty snatcher!” He narrowed in on Crosshair who had the audacity to look smug, “and on quarterlies I know he only picks omegas that hold an uncanny resemblance to little miss Pip over here.” 

Suddenly you didn’t feel half as mortified as you did before, now that everyone got aired out.

 “You’re the reason why I can’t find any fucking panties?!” You screeched turning sideways to yell at Crosshair, “I thought the laundry machine was swallowing them up! I made Tech take the damn thing apart!” 

Then there was yelling… 

“Echo what the fuck!” “Why didn’t you say anything!” “Oh my god all this damn time?” “What did I say about the fucking panties?” “Wrecker took a pair too!” “Did not!” “I can’t believe this.” “You literally said not to do anything!” “I cannot fathom how I’m the only one who didn’t know about the panties.” “Euegh! I cannot believe this.” “Well I liked her first!” “No, Wrecker you didn’t!” “How the hell could you have known that?” “You said you liked her from just seeing her photo.” “It was a good photo!” 

You just stared at Echo with a flummoxed expression while he smirked as the chaos unfolded before him. The younger brothers yelled as Hunter melted into the durasteel wall rubbing his temples with stress. Clearly this wasn’t going how sergeant thought it would. 

You sat there in total shock. Sure, you’d had fleeting thoughts about the boys. Who wouldn’t. You’re a young beautiful omega in your prime surrounded by some of the most gorgeous fit alphas in the entire known universe, those kind of thoughts were bound to happen. But you were also a professional, and tried to keep those feelings to yourself. 

But you wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t beyond flattering to know they each had fantasized about you as well… 

“Okay, hold up!” You raised a hand silencing the arguing clones standing up from Crosshair’s lap and standing in the center of the room, “How long has this been going on?” You had to adjust the red fabric to keep your legs semi covered.

They just blinked at you then at each other. You put your hands on your hips waiting for someone to answer. 

“Since I saw your picture.” Wrecker said sheepishly, “And then when you first treated that stab wound on Corellia.” 

That was your first mission with them… 

“Christophsis.” Tech states. 

“Christophsis?” You were trying to recall that assignment. 

Tech gave you a tiny smile and his neck reddened, “You had to emergency fly the marauder and pick us up from that base.” 

“You liked that?” You smirked. 

He nodded, “I didn’t know you knew how to fly.”

“Hmm.” You crossed your arms and pointed to Crosshair, “Spill.” 

He gruffed. Feelings aren’t his forte. 

“I don’t know Ad’ika it just happened.” He said defensively. 

“Thats not what I remember.” Wrecker poked at him, “You said you wanted her after you walked in on her in the fresher that one time.” 

You gawked. You remembered that day it still haunted you. 

You were mortified, you had just finished up your shower and turned off the water when Crosshair barged into the room not realizing you were in there. He got quite the eye full. You just squeaked and grabbed your towel, covering yourself. He had silently turned on his heel and left, leaving you to die from embarrassment in pained silence. 

Luckily he never spoke about it ever again and you were thankfully able to move past it. Yo didn’t think he had cared one bit.

You then turned to Hunter, “And you, Sarge?” 

He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms looking down at his boots, “It was before we officially met actually.” 

You furrowed your brows.

“We were there when you treated Echo after Sako Minor. You were still with the 501st and we had decided to help in the mission to retrieve him. You were too busy working but I remember seeing you and scenting you before you disappeared into the triage. I’ve never smelled an omega like you before. It stuck with me. When your file came to us I knew I had to approve it.” He sounded a little embarrassed, you were sure because he thought it was a bit selfish. 

You smiled, “You remembered me?” 

He nodded, “Couldn’t ever forget a woman like you Cyra’ika. Wanted to paint you on the side of the ship.” 

“Still can.” Wrecker chuckled. 

“Okay then explain Kashyyyk.” You pointed at Crosshair, “And I still want an apology. That was fucked up.” 

“They were so jealous Adi’ka.” Echo laughed in earnest now crossing his arms and letting the chuckles spill, “Thought you were fucking Wolfee!” 

“I wasn’t!” You screamed. How many times were you going to have to say that!

“Sure seemed like it.” Crosshair accused. 

“Nuh uh. Apologize.” You crossed your arms over your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts. Crosshair zeroed in on your cleavage and swallowed thickly. 

“Crosshair never apologizes.” Tech sighed.

“Well, he’s gonna start now.” You pointed a finger into the ground.

The sniper narrowed his eyes challengingly which you just matched his scowl, “Hunter apologized.” You said walking over to Hunter and leaning into him. The sergeant looped an arm around your middle rubbing your bare ribcage. 

“Wrecker gave me his rations, and Tech fixed my data pad.” You tapped your fingers against your arms. 

Crosshair took a deep breath trying to still himself. He wasn’t going to crack so easily, but you knew there was one way you could get through to the alpha. 

“Fine. Don’t wanna talk?” You drawled spinning around facing Hunter, “Then you only get to watch from here on out…until you apologize.” You brought your hand up to Hunter’s cheek and guided his mouth down to yours for a deep wanton kiss. You whimpered bending your leg into him showing off how high the slits went to the rest of the room.

You heard Echo let out a low whistle. 

Hunter ran his hands up your sides making a show of it, knowing it was driving Crosshair insane.  He knew how badly Crosshair wanted you. Hunter’s hands slid south cupping your ass giving it a good squeeze. 

When Hunter had found Crosshair’s panty stash and he knew his little brother was down bad. 

You moaned into sarge’s mouth and carded your hands through his luscious hair. You gave the strands at the base of his neck a tug and he growled bending down to pick up your thighs and wrap them around his waist. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” Echo asked amused.

“Later.” You said breaking away from Hunter’s eager lips. 

“We got time.” He smiled before diving back in to capture your mouth and start to walk the two of you into the bunks. 

You giggled as Hunter threw you down onto the plush cot with a bounce before climbing on top of you. You happily wriggled under him seeking out his soft lips again. 

“You’re evil.” Hunter whispered into your ear.

“You have no idea.” You whispered back grabbing at his blacks. 

“Is this actually happening?” Wrecker asked following the two of you in. 

“She did express her interest, Wrecker.” Tech said standing in the doorway, “But this seems to be more about torturing Crosshair than anything else.” 

“You okay with this Mesh’la?” Hunter asked looking down at you. 

“Yes sir.” You watched his iris’ dilate at the use of title. 

The he was on you like a feral nexu. His teeth instantly went to your neck barely missing your gland making you scream. You heard the others shedding their armor as Hunter brought his nimble hands to your core and rubbing sensually through your dampening folds. You weren’t nearly as wet as you were during the heat, but Hunter was satisfied when he pushed a finger in stretching your still slightly sore cunt finding you dripping wet. 

You moaned pathetically rocking your hips down wanting more. He added another finger making you squirm. 

“You ready Adi’ka? He rubbed your clit making you whine. You nodded desperate to be filled. He kissed you once more time before grabbing your hips and lifting you so your dripping core was perfectly angled at Tech. 

“Take him like a good little omega.” Hunter stood up from the cot to start slowly taking off his armor watching you spread your legs even further for Tech. The pilot knelt down on the cot in between your legs leaning over to give you a kiss. He seemed a little stiff at first but when you started grinding down on his codpiece with your soaked cunt, you felt him start to get a little more explorative with his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

~~~

Echo smirked, “You should probably bite the bullet and apologize.” 

He was loving watching Crosshair be miserable hearing your fucked out cries as his brothers pleasured you. 

He just grunted willing his jealousy down. 

“She’s as stubborn as a bantha. She can hold out forever. One time fives thought it would be funny to dump ice water on her during her shower, she didn’t talk to him for three weeks and made sure his sutures were extra painful when he came into her office.” 

He was in shock, he raised brow suddenly realizing that that time of Kashyyyk could have been more much worse if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances.

“Oh yeah.” Echo laughed at the memory, “Made him scrub her quarters for a week as an apology. Little thing has a hidden talent for torture.” 

You let out a particularly pornographic moan that made Crosshair hard and cranky.

Crosshair grunted and stood up deciding he would rather just swallow his pride then to watch his brothers have you over and over again for however long you decided to duel out his punishment. 

“I literally save her ass and this is what she wants from me…” Crosshair shook his head heading to the back of the ship, “omegas…” 

~~~

He turned the corner to stand in the door way arms crossed. He chewed on his toothpick a little too hard once seeing the glorious site in front of him. You were spread out on your back still in that sinful scrap of fabric dress taking Tech in your soaked cunt while you sucked Wrecker into your throat. Hunter leaned against the wall watching his younger vod fuck you dumb. 

“Can’t take the heat?” Hunter eyed Crosshair. 

Tech rubbed at your clit making you arch into the cot while he pounded you. You came with a scream forcing Tech into cumming from how hard you tightened around him. He groaned pumping white ropes into your throbbing cunt gripping your hips with his strong hands.

He pulled out with a squelch letting you roll onto your hands and knees keeping Wrecker in your mouth skillfully. 

From Hunter and Crosshair’s view they could see your glistening thighs and milky cunt leaking with Tech’s spend. You briefly took your mouth off Wrecker stroking him with your hand while you looked back over your shoulder to see their lusty gazes. You arched prettily showing off while returning back to give Wrecker your full attention.

“Kriff.” Crosshair cursed. You knew exactly what you were doing. Echo was right, you weren’t shy in the slightest nor afraid to torture a man.

Crosshair looked psychically pained that he couldn’t touch you, while Hunter didn’t hesitate to slot in behind you, filling you with his hard cock. You moaned taking your sergeant while still stroking Wrecker. You leaned down to suck one of his balls into your mouth making him whine and fist your hair. 

“Such a good girl Mesh’la.” Hunter praised bringing his hand down across your ass cheek with a sharp snap. You yelped then moaned at the burning sensation. You knew you’d have Hunter’s hand print on your ass for a few hours and that made you giddy. He grabbed onto your hips and rocked into you with intention, fisting the red fabric for leverage he shoved you further onto Wrecker. 

Feeling your second orgasm simmering, you reached down to circle your nerves making you twitch and quiver around Hunter. 

“Gonna cum Mesh’la.” Wrecker bit out thrusting slightly into your waiting mouth. You sucked his tip extra hard while he poured his seed down your throat. You swallowed diligently and licked him up before letting him go. He slumped back against the wall and you collapsed onto your chest presenting your ass so perfectly for Hunter. 

Sarge leaned forwards grabbing the back of your neck pinning you to the cot.

When you turned your head to look at Crosshair, you could tell he was standing uncomfortably with his codpiece restricting him. The look was subtle, but you could see the yearning in his eyes. 

It was the same desire he had when you had shot that pirate with firepuncher. It was a hot and heady look. You knew you were close to cracking him so you decided to turn it up a notch. 

You reached behind you to grab at Hunter’s wrists but he just manhandled them behind you securing them to your lower back, “take it omega!” he growled, pounding into you mercilessly. 

You mewled and widened your knees giving your back more of an arch so he could hit even deeper. You both cried out at the change of position. 

“Good girl.”

The you made fierce eye contact with Crosshair and ave him a mischievous wink, “Alpha… please!”  

They were suddenly filled with the deep primal urge to please you. You haven’t used your omega voice since Howzer, and even it made you shiver, just like the boys around you. 

They were on you like flies. 

Tech and Wrecker shoving each other around trying to get to you. Competing for who would make you cum first. 

You watched Crosshair approach but manage to somehow stop himself just a few feet away remembering your punishment could be so much worse if he were to disobey your wishes.

You knew it was paining him not to answer your cry… It was payback. You smiled wolfishly as Hunter took you to pound town to finish the job.

Wrecker used his strength to shove Tech away to slide under your spread thighs to lick at your clit a suckle gently coaxing you to your end. 

You screamed baring down on Wrecker’s face as your pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave with such ferocity. 

You shivered and convulsed as Hunter gave you his last few pumps before filling you with his cum. He leaned forwards biting into your shoulder again careful not to hit the gland as he came down from his high. Clearly your enchanting command had turned on his hindbrain too Hunter was actively fighting off the urges to mate. He must be extra sensitive due to his special abilities.

You quivered around his softening cock feeling the afterglow tingles from the mock bite dissipate from the junction of your neck.

You almost collapsed onto Wrecker but Hunter was holding on tight trying to quell his desire to actually bite you. Fucking without the implants was proving to be dangerous he realized. He nuzzled the back of your neck trying to keep his incisors in check but not ready to let you go quite yet. 

“You want help with that Cross?” You looked down at his crotch. He swallowed thickly. “You know what you need to do��” You smirked sitting up letting Hunter slide out of you. 

He sighed, “Fine, but not in front of them.” He grumbled making you smile. 

“You heard him.” You said readjusting your dress to cover yourself again. The others just left with a grin slapping Crosshair on the shoulder as they stumbled out, feeling the blood rush back to their heads. 

“Go on.” You crossed your arms calming your heart. 

“You’re neglecting your real talents.” He sighed leaning against the wall, “Should be working for the Guard in interrogation and torture tactics.” 

You raised a brow. 

“Ugh.” He looked up at the ceiling before turning his attention to you, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my voice to command you like that, and I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the best apology, but you knew that was probably more than anything anyone has ever probably received from the prickly sniper. 

“Apology accepted.” You smiled, “On one condition… You give me back my panties.” 

He laughed, “Fine. But you’ll have to raid Wrecker’s drawer too.” 

“Come here.” You ordered. 

He walked over to you as you stood up still being dwarfed by the tall soldier, “Promise you’ll never do that to me ever again. You cannot take my freewill from me.” 

He sighed feeling the guilt in his chest, “I promise ad’ika.” 

You nodded and brought your hands up to his cheeks forcing him to look at you before you leaned up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. He deepened the kiss lowering his head to your height. 

“I want you Crosshair.” You whispered breaking the kiss, “I wanted you the second I saw you in that temple.” 

He growled backing you up into the cot, “You looked so good holding firepuncher. Looked even better killing that man.” 

You hummed, “You liked that huh?” 

He nodded, “Oh yes, ad’ika.” He snaked his arm around your neck to fist your hair and expose your neck to him, “My omega is fierce.” He ran his incisors over your pulse point where his brother had left his mark making you shiver. 

“Your omega?” You were breathless. 

He hummed approvingly, “Mine.” He snarled launching you down to the cot. You landed with a yelp as he crowded you into the jumbled mattress. 

“This damn dress.” He shook his head taking it all in before yanking down your top to reveal your breasts and hardened nippled. He leaned forwards latching onto one and massaging the other as he nudged your legs apart, “Was gonna take you on that temple floor. M’didn’t wanna wait.” He switched sides giving equal attention to the other breast. 

You whined thinking about that heated look he gave you when the pirate had dropped cold. You knew if the city wasn’t under siege he would have made good on his word and that sent a powerful thrill through your entire being. You carded your fingers through his silver hair massaging his nape making him moan.

“So perfect ad’ika.” He praised pushing the dress slit to the side to reveal your ruined thighs. He smirked seeing the mess his brother had made of you. 

You chewed your lip as he shoved his blacks down revealing his massive cock. It was definitely longer than the others and veiny like Wreckers. You spread your legs letting him see the cum leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch and drip with precum. 

The past 48 hours without you had nearly driven him nearly to insanity, but looking down at you now, he finally felt like he could relax and enjoy you how he wanted. 

Knowing you had already been warmed up, he gripped your thighs placing your ankles on either side of his head and pushed forwards sliding into you with ease. You cried out being stretched again as Cross filled you to the brim. He brushed up against your cervix making you squirm and mewl. 

“Such a good girl.” He smiled flashing his incisors, “Taking all of your alphas so well…like you were made for us.” He thrust hard watching you bounce up and down on his cock. He reached forwards grabbing your tits and massaging them as he continued his precision thrusts. 

“Ah-Crosshair!” You whined grappling for purchase and gripping onto his thighs. 

He rocked the two of you steadily, “Wanted to kill all those fucking people for taking you from us.” He was getting more aggressive in his movements, “Never letting you go ever again ad’ika.” He reached down parting your thighs to rub circles on your clit. He felt you begin to flutter around him, “Gonna kill anyone who tries.” 

“Promise?” You looked up at him with a wicked grin. 

He mimicked your exact expression feeling a bolt of energy run through him, “Promise, sweetheart.” You were going to be the death of him.

He felt you tense up and knew you were about to cum. He kept going until you were arching off the bed moaning like you were in heat again. 

He leaned down to press desperate kisses to your plush lips as he too reached his high adding his seed to the mess between your thighs. 

Once he stilled, he remained there inside you, pressing open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. You squeezed around him as you preened from his attentions. 

“Have you made up now?” Tech asked turning into the doorway. Crosshair let out an exacerbated sigh rolling over, brining you with him as he pulled the sheet up over the two of you. 

“Yes Tech.” You smiled laying your head down onto Crosshair’s thumping chest. 

“Good.” Tech held up his data pad, “We have twelve more hours until we touch down on Coruscant. I think the others want to talk about the logistics of this rather unorthodox relationship.” 

“Then tell them to come in here.” Crosshair petted the stray hairs on your head down and tucked loose strands behind your ear. 

Tech left and returned with the others including Echo who seemed all too pleased with himself. What a little mischief maker.

“Alright.” Hunter seemed a lot less awkward now having a better idea of how you feel about this whole arrangement, “Obviously this is not allowed under GAR regulations.” 

“When have we ever obeys orders?” Tech said. 

“Never.” Hunter shook his head, “So, obviously this doesn’t leave here.” He gestured to the group, “When we return we’ll have to get fresh implants but when they ask what happened we tell them we crash landed. Pip went through an entire cycle locked in this room and the rest of us had to go trade with locals to get replacement parts.” 

“They’ll smell the mixed scents in here.” Crosshair hugged you to his chest like a little doll. 

“We’ll clean the entire ship before we touch down.” Tech answered. 

“Freaking finally.” You said in relief knowing you’d have help this time. 

“What about her?” Echo pointed to you, “She’s covered in bruises.” 

“Pip encountered hostiles and fought them off, as for the bites we’ll use bacta and hope for the best.” 

“You realize you won’t be able to act any different when we're not alone.” Echo reminded, “You can’t be territorial in any sense. If they even begin to pick up on that, you’ll be decommissioned or she’ll be transferred.” 

They visibly tensed. 

“I don’t think the GAR will think anything strange of us.” Tech reasoned, “We’ve always been unorthodox.” 

“That does play to your advantage.” Echo nodded. 

“Are you okay with this Echo?” You asked hoping your longest friend is emotionally alright with this whole thing. 

“Oh yeah pip.” He smiled, “Just glad you idiots finally did something about this. The tension was palpable.” 

“You’re a meddler you know that?” You laughed. 

“Obviously.” He snarked, “How else am I supposed to entertain myself?” 

“Okay everyone needs to get cleaned up and then we need to start scrubbing this entire vessel down ceiling to floor.” Hunter gave the orders, “Then we need to go back to being one big happy platonic family.” 

You giggled. 

“I think we can manage.” Tech slinked out of the room to hunt down the cleaning supplies. 

“Can you carry me to the fresher?” You asked Crosshair who nodded and helped gather you up in his arms. The two of you walked to the fresher where he helped you out of the dress and into the stall where he turned the water to warm. You stood on wobbly legs letting the water wash away evidence of the boys. You started scrubbing yourself down when Crosshair joined you. It was bit of a squish but you two managed. 

You grabbed the soap again and began washing Crosshair. He gave you an unsure look that made you realize he’s probably never had anyone take care of him like this before. Your heart shattered a bit as you made sure to get his hair all the way down his legs. You always had such sympathy for the clone soldiers. They were barely seen as human from the rest of the galaxy…but not to you. To you they were so much more.

When you were both clean, you stepped out wrapping a towel around yourself securing it before walking back into your old bunk. You had found an old uncomfortable binder you didn’t love and pulled that on, securing it to your breasts, then slid on a pair of panties that the pirates hadn’t raided, but that was it. 

You made sure to throw the red dress into the washer along with all of the boys clothes leaving the entire ship in just their boxers and socks. 

Everything else went into the wash including all the bunk sheets and what remained of your ransacked nest. You had whimpered seeing the state of it. All your hard work and comfort, destroyed. The boys made sure to take care of that mess so you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long. 

Walking out into the main cabin you grabbed the cleaning supplies from Tech and started getting to work helping. 

“Here, mesh’la.” Hunter knelt down to you popping a bacta pill into your mouth for the bruising along with the gel on your skin hoping that the few hours left on board the marauder they’d heal up a bit. You swallowed the pill and let Hunter smear the gel around your neck and ribs. He made sure to change your foot bandages and apply more bacta. Those cuts seem to be healing up nicely to both of your satisfaction.

“Damn girl.” Echo let out a low whistle, “Those uniforms are a crime for hiding all that.” He laughed making you scoff. 

“Prefer the red dress trooper?” You play flirted back. 

“If only I wasn’t 80% cyborg.” He winked at you. 

You giggled going back to your cleaning helping Tech get the crevices you couldn’t reach. 

~~~

You blew a piece of hair out of your face, “Alright Hunter how does it smell?” 

He sniffed the air, “Sterile.” He cringed. 

“Perfect.” Tech gave an approving nod. 

“This ship has never been this clean.” Crosshair looked around at the shiny durasteel. They had cleaned every inch of this space craft, put all the bunks back together to regulation, and scrubbed the Mimban mud from their boots. The damn ship looked fresh off the line.

They had slipped their blacks and armor back on making sure those had been cleaned too. You slinked back into the red dress making sure to secure it to your chest binder hiding your nips better. You also kept the panties on, feeling slightly less vulnerable this time. Not having shoes was still drag. Hopefully you’d be able to get a new pair immediately.

You were trying to figure out how you were going to exit the hatch without turning heads. You realized that would probably be impossible given the circumstances. 

“They’re going to ask questions.” You sighed taking a bite of Echo’s ration bar as you leaned against his console. 

“Well, you definitely catch attention.” He laughed thumbing the fabric. 

“I just want my shoes back.” You groaned, “Do you know how long it took me to break those in?” 

“We’ll all have to get new civvies and blacks.” He reminded, “Do you still have that stash at your place?” 

“I think so. I don’t have any of Crosshairs though.” You gave the sniper an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and went back to cleaning firepuncher. 

“My favorite band t-shirts are gone.” Wrecker whined. You knew show special all their things were to them. And you knew it was hard for them to come by certain items. They didn’t get paid for their service to the republic so clones rarely had personal belongings. A fact that  also made your blood boil. 

“I’ll get you a replacement one, honey.” You smiled. It made Wrecker light up. 

“Think you can finesse those good meals from the medic center?” Echo begged, “I’m craving tip-yip.” 

“Yeah, I’ll get Layla to drop some off when we touch down.”

“Now thats a fox.” Echo smirked taking another bite of the bland bar. 

“I’ll tell her you said so.” 

He leaned back in his chair, “She into cyborgs?” 

“I think Layla’s into everyone.” You played. 

“She had Rex’s boys down bad.” Echo laughed recalling the way they couldn’t shut up about the pretty omega nurse on board Skywalker’s Venator.

“Oh yeah. She had Kix on his knees.” You giggles remembering the way she had him blushing like a virgin in the exam room. Echo laughed. 

“We should get her to do a pin up for the boys!” You suggested. 

“Now thats a plan!” Echo bit his lip. 

“When are we getting a pin up of you sweetheart?” Crosshair interjected. 

“Yeah I want one of those!” Wrecker pounded the table sending Crosshair’s stuff flying. 

“In your dreams boys!” You shook your head. 

They groaned in protest. 

“I still think we should paint you on the hull.” Wrecker pouted. 

“I second that.” Tech voted.

“We’re leaving hyperspace, strap in.” Echo tapped your knee making you stand up from the console, you walked over to your jump seat settling in. 

The others prepared for the sudden stop. 

“On approach.” Tech masterfully steered the ship down towards Coruscant’s surface approaching the GAR docking bay. 

Once cleared, the Marauder was set down gently in an open maintenance stall. 

“Havoc Marauder to service bay, requesting immediate repair.” Tech radioed in. 

“Havoc Marauder are you alright?” The service bay clone asked. 

“Our ship crashed on return to Coruscant, we obtained replacement parts but we need a full service to ensure optimal performance.” Tech informed. 

“Noted. We’ll be sending down mechanics and replacement parts shortly please stand by.” 

“Where’s my med kit?” You suddenly asked looking around at the near empty ship. 

“Stolen.” Hunter shrugged. 

“Dammit.” You sighed, “Chief’s gonna rip me a new one.” 

“That might be the least of our problems.” Tech pointed out the view port. 

As the service team arrived with new engine parts and mechanic droids, General Kenobi and General Skywalker approached with the Coruscant guard in tow. 

“Kark.” You sighed. You all were cooked.

“You wanna go talk to your old General?” Echo nudged you. 

“He was your general too!” You shoved him back. 

“Yeah but you’re prettier!” Echo shoved you to the hatch hitting the disengage, “He’ll be easier on you.” 

You were about to protest when Hunter took the lead stepping down the hatch deciding to just get this conversation out of the way. 

“Generals.” He greeted. The other 99’s marched down the stairs leaving you and Echo to watch from the ship’s view port.

“Sergeant Hunter.” They greeted. 

“Can I help you sir?” You looked to the Coruscant Guard. Their crimson uniforms stood out against the starkness of the hangar bay, “My men have had been through an exhausting ordeal and we’d like to get everything in order before returning to the barracks for some much needed rest.” 

“We were sent by the chancellor to escort you.” General Kenobi said, “He has heard about Kashyyyk and has been eagerly awaiting your return. We haven’t heard from you in two standard weeks.” 

“We were shot down and crashed on Mimban sir.” Hunter sighed, “It took longer than expected to find repair parts.” 

“Where is Tiny?” Skywalker asked, “I can sense her anxiety.” 

“Uhh yeah.” Hunter looked back to the ship, “She’s in there. There was an incident sir.” 

“An incident?” Skywalker’s brows furrowed. 

“She’s alright. A little shook up. But we encountered hostiles who kidnapped her and took her back to their home city. We were able to retrieve her, but then pirates raided our ship and took all of our belongings.” He cleared his throat unsure how to explain the rest… “Pip?” He called. He could hear you sigh before he heard Echo shuffle behind you shoving you out of the hatch with a squeak. 

You stumbled down the stairs trying your hardest to keep your modesty by holding the front and back panels of the dress together pathetically trying not to flash the men. You watched everyone shift uncomfortably seeing you. The head guard respectfully lowered his gaze while Skywalker gawked at you.

 It didn’t help that the wind was trying to expose you like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck is that!” He was being protective again. You two had essentially grown up together. Anakin felt like an older brother to you and you knew he’d be upset.

“Language Anakin.” Kenobi sighed also keeping his gaze away and respectful. 

“Hi, Generals.” You squeaked out feeling incredibly exposed. 

“Do I want to know?” Anakin crossed his arms raising a brow. 

You shook your head looking down at the ground wanting to die on the spot. 

“Here little one.” Kenobi shed his outer robe handing it to you so you could cover up. 

You gratefully took the brown fabric and bundled yourself up. The fabric pooled at your feet.

“Where are your shoes!” Anakin stared at your bandaged feet. His tone remarkably similar to when he’d reprimand Ashoka for something reckless. 

“An old lady took them.” You responded softly. You heard Echo choke back a laugh in the background.

“An old-” He shook his head, “Every time I see you Tiny, it’s something new.” 

You sighed knowing he was right. 

“Sorry Anakin.” You snuggled into Kenobi’s robes a little tighter. 

“It’s not your fault Y/N.” Obi wan gave Anakin with a stern look, “We’re glad you’re okay.” 

“Thank you General.” You always liked the older man, he had such wisdom about him. 

“We should get to the Chancellors office promptly, he’s eager to learn more about the chemical attack.” Kenobi nodded. 

Hunter gestured for you to follow the Generals while the others followed in suit preparing to give their report. You just trotted behind Anakin trying to keep up with his long strides incredibly thankful for Obi wan’s robes. 

“Told you he’d take it better from you.” Echo whispered in your ear. 

“What about that seemed better to you?!” You whispered back. 

“His shock at seeing you distracted him from asking about our short comings.” He smiled evil. 

“Kark hole.” You growled lowly. 

“Shut up, you love me.” He shoved you playfully. 

You just scowled at him as your party arrived at the transport. Hunter held out a hand to help you climb into the ship and the guard guided you to a jump seat on the side while the men filed in holding onto the handle bars above. 

You caught Skywalker eyeing you and you smiled sheepishly. The guard reached down to buckle you in but you stopped him, “I got it trooper.” 

“Apologies ma’am.” He quickly stood up seemingly coming to his senses. 

“No problem.” You have him a smile buckling in yourself. 

Ugh you really need to get your implants in stat. That’s probably why Skywalker is giving you an incredulous look. You realized you probably reek of omega and it’s messing with everyone, probably himself too. 

The transport lifted off and made a beeline for the Senate building. You shivered feeling the cold air rush past you. You had never been so grateful for an article of clothing in your entire life. Obi Wan’s robe was so soft and cozy. 

You caught Tech checking in on you with a casual glance. You gave him a tiny nod as he went back to looking out the side of the ship at the city below. 

“Prepare for docking.” The guard barked out over the engines. 

The ship was quick to dock and you unbuckled, following everyone towards the building. This time, the head guard grabbed you by the waist and lifted you down from the ship setting you down on the concrete. 

Your surprised squeak made your squad whip around to stare. Even the guard seemed shocked at his own actions. 

You just patted his chest plate and continued on trying to prevent a scene. This better go quick or you were going to have a line of alphas trailing after you. You could feel your squad’s eyes burning holes into your back.

“Anything I should know about?” Skywalker bit out quietly into your ear. 

“Nothing you want to know.” You replied, “Trust me.” 

He growled urging you forward keeping a distance between you and the soldiers. 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You wished the Generals had at least given you time to get a new uniform from the stock pile or something. Wearing Jedi robes over a crimson red dress was definitely something that caught looks. 

Essentially every senator and Coruscant guard in passing turned to look and sniff. You just sighed wishing for this to be over and to crawl into your bed back home. 

You wanted to tuck yourself into Hunter’s side for comfort, but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. Instead you stuck it through, all the way to the Chancellors office despite the incredibly awkward lift ride cramped inside with so many alphas. 

“I think it’s probably better if you wait here Y/N.” Kenobi instructed you to sit on the bench outside the Chancellors office. Knowing he was right, given your inappropriate attire, seeing the Chancellor would be improper. 

You were also thankful to not have to stand there and listen to the recount of the last three months you had just experienced.

The guard stood watch outside the chambers stoic as statues as they flanked the doors. However, the same soldier that had tried to buckle you in walked over to you with a confident stride. 

“You were on Kashyyyk?” He asked.

You nodded. 

“We heard about it through some of the radio chatter, what happened to those men?” He slid off his helmet, “I’m Thorne.” He held out his hand for you to shake. He was handsome. Clean cut to regulation, but you noticed his hair was a little curly on top. Must be a slight defect just like Rex you wondered.

You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah we were there. We were posted for three months on the front lines. The separatists dropped a chemical bomb that turned the entire camp feral. My squad was just out of range and we were able to get away. Tried to relay the message to the General on site, but we were shot down and ended up falling out of hyperspace onto Mimban.” 

He looked shocked, “Mimban?” 

You nodded, “Been a hell of a tour.” 

“I bet.” He agreed. 

“Have you heard what happened?” You wondered thinking about Wolffe and the others, “We were stranded for so long we haven’t been able to hear anything.” 

“Let me ask the commander.” He spun around to wave over his head officer. 

That was the clone that lifted you out of the transport. 

“This is Fox.” Thorne introduced him, “Fox, this is Y/N.” 

“Hi.” You gave him a polite smile. 

“She was on Kashyyyk, she’s asking about the 104th.” Thorn filled him in. 

“Last I heard they were okay. I guess your message got out and they were able to send in reinforcements.” Fox told you. 

You let out a relived sigh, “Thank the maker.” 

“They crash landed on Mimban.” Thorne added, “Sounds awful.” 

“It was.” 

“What’s with the get up?” Fox pointed to the red. 

“An old lady took my clothes.” You kicked your bandaged feet out showing him the damage, “Pirates took the rest. Got kidnapped by a local war party and was held prisoner in an all women’s encampment. Apparently red is their favorite color.” 

He let out a low whistle, “Can’t say I’d trade places with you.” 

You huffed with a smile. 

“You’re with the 99’s?” Thorn asked. 

“Yeah.” You looked to the closed door wondering how it was going in there. 

“You like them?” Fox asked. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh uh, yeah. Took some warming up to, they’re not used to having outsiders.” Your heart pounded.

“Noticed you were close with General Skywalker.” Fox stated. What is this, twenty questions? You felt like you were in one of their interrogation chambers.

“I was his medic for majority of the war. Transferred after General Tano left the order.” You felt a pang of sadness hit your chest. 

Fox just nodded. You knew about his involvement in the whole drama. You couldn’t blame him, he was just doing his job. However, Anakin didn’t see it that way. Poor alpha just wanted his padawan back. She was almost like a pup to him. It broke his heart. 

“You ever leave here?” You asked looking around at this drab building. 

“Hardly.” Thorn laughed clapping his commander on the back.

“Do you know when they’ll be done?” You asked, “I’d really like to get some real clothes and a hot meal.” 

“Should be soon. I can have a droid bring up some basics for you.” Fox offered. 

You thanked him and let him put the order in, thrilled to get out of this awful outfit. It wasn’t long before a service droid reappeared with women’s black basics and a pair of fresh off the line combat boots. 

“Thank you!” You eagerly took the clothes and disappeared into the women’s facilities. When an ecstatic smile you locked yourself into a stall removing Kenobi’s robe and throwing it over the door along with the strip of red fabric. You slid on the loose pants, fastening them to your waist, along with the black form fitting top. You tucked in the shirt and slid the regulation belt through the loops. Last came the socks and the boots which you could have cried with joy finally having something on your feet again. 

When you were done, you chucked the red fabric into the trash receptacle and neatly folded the Jedi robe. The shoes were stiff but you knew you’d have to break them in regardless. Stepping out of the facilities, the guards turned to watch you re-approach. 

“Better?” Thorn gave you a charming smile. 

“I feel human again. Thank you.” You smiled sitting down again and placing the robe in your lap, “My old commander had a defect, his hair was blonde.” You pointed to his head, “Yours as well?” 

“All my batch mates have it.” Thorn nudged Fox, “Even Mr. Grumps over here.” 

Fox grumbled. Grumpy he was…Probably came with the job.

“Show the pretty lady that handsome mug.” Thorne teased. 

Fox took off his helmet resting it on his hip. He was handsome just like his batch mate except his hair wasn’t as curly at Thorne’s, it was more of a loose wave. He kept the sides cropped neatly but there was something so intriguing about this clone, and familiar… 

You narrowed your eyes inspecting his face. He had a small red tattoo peeking out of his collar which you clocked immediately. 

“I’ve treated you.” You stated gettin this full attention. You pointed to his tattoo. 

“When?” He asked curiously. He clearly was riffling through all of this memories trying to place you. 

“Start of the war.” You remembered, “GAR main medical campus. You came in after an injury on the job, a stab wound here.” You poked his upper thigh, “Run in with a bounty hunter and his knife.”

He looked down at you suddenly remembering you, “You were my nurse.” 

You smiled, “Yeah, you’re an awful patient.” You and Thorne laughed. Fox scowled. You remembered him fighting you at every point in his recovery. It took the patience of a Jedi master to keep yourself collected. You were still new to the GAR and Fox had been one of your first solo patients. 

You smirked remembering something else, “Then you railed my friend in the supply closet.” 

Thorne clapped him on the back, “Atta boy.” 

“She still talks about you.” You teased. 

“Layla, was it?” He was getting more confident. You were starting to see the cockiness Layla had yapped about for weeks come forward. Said he was the best ride she ever had. Fox, apparently, was an extremely dominant alpha. Made Layla knot crazy for what felt like forever. 

You hummed leaning back against the wall. 

Just then the door opened and your squad came out, lead by the Jedi Generals. Fox and Thorne scrambled to put their helmets back on realizing they had gone against regulation… in the senate, while talking to you. 

You stood up thanking Obi wan and placing his folded robe back into his hands. 

“I’m glad they were able to retrieve some more comfortable clothing for you.” Kenobi said opening up his robes and sliding them back onto his shoulder. 

“Me too General.” You replied. Turning to look at your squad, you picked out Hunter, “Sarge?” 

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Are we clear to go home?” You were feeling weary desperately wanting sleep.

“Yeah pip, we are.” 

You nodded suddenly feeling excited to curl up in your bed and stuff yourself with real food. 

“Nuh uh.” Skywalker cut in urging the group to get moving, “We’re getting you to the medics first. You can veg out later.” He must have read your thoughts. That still freaked you out even after serving under him for years.

You sighed knowing there wasn’t any other choice once Anakin made up his mind. His brotherliness was stubborn. 

~~~ 

The ride to the ship hangar wasn’t long. You tried separating from the group to go have your exams taken care of but they all insisted on coming along. This included your squad, Anakin, and the guard. 

“General I don’t think you’re allowed to steal the guard from the senate.” You growled feeling like you were being suffocated, “This is not necessary.” You waved a hand at the overly protective men. 

“Actually Tiny I’ve decided it is.” Anakin crossed his arms, “You’re a ticking time bomb.” 

You felt the anger rising in your chest, “Am not! This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with an expired implant. I’m fine!” 

“Then us coming along shouldn’t be a problem.” He argued. 

“Ugh!” You stormed off towards the medical personnel building, “You’re not even authorized to be in here!” 

“It’s Jedi business!” He strode past you arrogantly. 

“What?! You wanna be in there when they’re poking and prodding me too?” You chased after him, “What is it with you freaking alphas!” 

“I’m just watching out for you.” Anakin sassed using that same old excuse for the millionth time. 

“I don’t need you too!” You stopped and then swerved around to look at your unit who was trailing behind you like a death squad, “I know for a fact you all also need new implants too, and that is over there.” You pointed to the clone treatment center to the right of the medic’s clinic. 

“You heard Skywalker, General’s orders.” Crosshair leered. 

You wanted to scream. Why the hell are they acting like this? Anakin opened the blast door holding it so you could walk through.

“Y/N?” 

Layla’s voice sounded a little worried as she peeked up from behind the desk.

“Hi Layla.” You groused. 

“What’s wrong?” She stood up taking in unnecessary amount of alphas crowding into the space, “Are you okay?” Layla was getting suspicious. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” You snarled, “These karking idiots wont leave me alone.” 

“You’re overdue for your implant, want to go somewhere a little more private?” She eyed the men. 

You nodded and took off down the hall to the exam table on the left. 

Layla followed you in clutching her data pad, “What’s that all about? And why is Fox here?” He raised her brows. You noticed the excitement in Layla’s eyes at the thought of her old fling waiting just on the other side of the divider. 

You began stripping from your blacks to put on a sterile gown. 

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “But keep your voice down the sergeant can hear us.” 

She just nodded. 

“Do you need a full exam?” She asked looking at your neck.

“Yeah.” You replied, “I had a heat while stranded on Mimban.” 

“You were on Mimbam?” She was confused. 

You gave her a loose rendition of the story to fill her in. She just nodded picking up the pregnancy test holding it up for you like a question. You gave her a nod not wanting Hunter to hear a thing. 

She put your legs up in the stirrups and began the exam testing for all kinds of things and injury. You just stared up at the ceiling as she did her job expertly without hurting you too much. 

“I think thats why the General is concerned.” Layla whispered, “He probably knows what happened.” 

“What worries me is he can read minds.” You whispered back letting Layla draw a bead of blood for the pregnancy test, “He started acting weird after the debrief.” 

“But was it good?” She asked biting her lip with a mischievous smile.

You nodded, “It was insane.” You thought back to the last week feeling a jolt of arousal rush to your core thinking about the way the men had pleasured you.

“What is taking so long?” Anakin’s booming voice sounded from the other side of the curtain. 

“Karking maker Anakin!” You screamed, “She’s literally digging around inside me, leave me alone!” 

You heard a shuffling letting you know Anakin was leaving you two again. 

Layla placed the various tests into the correct machines before grabbing her implant injector. Just like she had the last time, she plunged the tool into your shoulder injecting you with the pill. 

“Should take a few hours to kick in.” She reminded, “As for everything else you’re clear. Healthy as a can be.” She silently held up the negative pregnancy test results. Thank the maker. 

She uploaded the data to your profile before helping you down the table. You redressed and gathered yourself before stepping out into the hall. Layla pushed the curtain all the way back following behind you, “Make sure to eat something. You’re skinnier than last time I saw you.” She handed you a copy of the report. 

“How much skinnier?” Anakin interrogated. 

You grabbed the data pad and shoved it into his chest, “How about you just read it yourself since you’re so invested.” 

He took the tablet from you and to his credit he did actually read it. You watched him scan for the answer he was so desperately looking for and when he saw the big fat NEGATIVE next to pregnancy test he let out a relived sigh. 

Now you knew he knew, and this proved it. But you know Anakin, luckily he’d never tell a soul. Protective as he may be, he also knew not everything needs to be reported to the higher ups. 

“Satisfied?” You snatched back the tablet handing it to Layla, “Can I be dismissed now, General?” 

He just nodded, “You’re dismissed.” 

Without another word you left the clinic leaving everyone behind. 

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chapter one

A/N : The first chapter of Solace is finally here ! As I previously said, English isn't my first language so there might be some grammar mistakes (you are free to point them out to me but please be POLITE)

Warnings : none that I know of

Words count : 1431

Breathe in. Aim for the target. Breathe out. Pull the trigger. And...

"I missed again," the young woman sighed. She turned towards the man behind her, and asked "Rex, are you sure the army doesn't have a single sniper that could teach me how to shoot with this damn thing ?"

"If we do, then I haven't heard of them," Rex replied, walking towards the young woman who was clearly frustrated. "Don't worry, Hemera. I'm sure you'll be able to hit that target straight in the head."

Hemera gave him a small smile, before Rex smirked. "Besides, you're not that bad. You can't hit your own target, but you're always able to hit the one next to yours," he teased.

"And don't forget that you're also one of our best mechanics," a woman said.

The Captain turned around, allowing Hemera to see who just entered the shooting range. It was none other than Annabeth Skywalker. Jedi General of the 501st along with her twin brother, Anakin Skywalker. And she also happened to be Captain Rex's wife. 

While Hemera knew about their relationship and marriage, she always kept the secret. Because if anyone within the Jedi Council, or the highest ranks of the army were to know about their relationship, they would be in huge trouble.

Annabeth would be kicked out of the Jedi Order, while Rex would be decomissioned. Or worse considering Tarkin — a man who hated clone troopers — was part of the highest ranks of the army.

The Jedi put a hand on Hemera's shoulder and offered her a warm smile. "It doesn't matter if you can't hit your target. No one's perfect."

"I still should be able to hit the target, "Hemera grumbled.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that one day, you'll be able to hit that stupid target in the head," Annabeth assured before she received a message on her comm. "Master Windu and Anakin want to see me in the control room. I'll see you later !"

She ran outside the door, leaving Rex and Hemera alone in the shooting range. Hemera decided that she was done with training for the day, so she put the rifle back in its kit and placed it exactly where she found it. 

"Do you have any theories on why we keep losing every single one of our most recent battles ?" Hemera asked, changing the subject.

"Not yet. I've been thinking about it for days, and I still don't have an answer. Do you have any idea on what it could be ?"

"I haven't really thought about it," Hemera admitted. "But based on what I know, I'd say it's-," she started but got cut off by her comm. "I'm sorry, Rex but I'm needed at the hangar. I promise I'll tell you my theory later," she promised before leaving the shooting range.

She quickly grabbed her stuff that she left outside of the range and walked towards the hangar where she saw numerous troopers, mechanics and pilots running right and left, never slowing down. The numerous victories of the Separatists against the Republic started to agitate everyone who was afraid that one day, the Republic will collapse and the Separatists will control the entire galaxy.

Hemera shook her head and found the trooper who contacted her, saying he needed her to repair his ship. However, when she reached him, she was surprised to see that his starship was in perfect shape.

"Um, what is the issue with your starship, exactly ?" she asked, frowning. 

"I think the stabilizer is a little bit off. I felt it during my last mission," he answered. "Do you think you can repair it ?"

Hemera looked at him, and noticed that he wasn't as confident as the many troopers she worked with as a mechanic. She shot him a smile, saying "That's what I do best."

She slid under the ship and fixed the issue within a minute. She slid from under the ship and stood up, smiling at the trooper. "Your ship is all good for your next battle," she assured with a smile.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, trooper."

As soon as Hemera grabbed her canteen to drink a little, her comm beeped again, making her groan. "I really can't catch a break," she muttered before answering. "Captain Rex, what do you need ?"

"Are you done with your repairs ?"

"Yeah, it was a simple thing. Why ?"

"You're coming with us on our next mission. Meet us at the docking bay in 10."

"Copy that."

She drank some water, before walking towards the barracks she shared with most men of the 501st, before grabbing her battlefield attire and stepping inside the fresher in order to take a shower. She took her clothes off and took a shower before putting her battlefield attire on.

She walked outside of the fresher and grabbed both of her pistols to put them in their hosters that were on the outside of her thighs. She then took her helmet before rushing outside of the barracks since they were a bit far from the docking bay.

***

As Cody introduced the members of Clone Force 99 — also known as the Bad Batch — to Rex, Jesse and Kix, he heard someone saying "I'm here !"

The Commander turned around and saw Hemera running towards him and the rest of the group. Rex also saw her, and as he was about to warn her about the wires on the floor, she tripped on it and started falling. Before Cody could catch her, she fell at the feet of one of the members of the Bad Batch, her helmet also falling on the floor.

Hemera grimaced from the fall and looked up, locking eyes with one of the members of the squad of clones she was going to work with. The clone looking down at her was extremely tall with short silver hair and brown eyes. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes while chewing on a toothpick, making her slightly nervous. "Hi," she said with a nervous smile.

She got back on her feet before grabbing her helmet and standing next to Rex, who groaned "You sure know how to make an entrance, shortcake."

The young mechanic rolled her eyes, before frowning when she saw how tense Rex was. "What's with you ?" she asked. She looked where he was looking and her eyes widened when she finally noticed the design on the nose of the Bad Batch's ship. Which appeared to be a modified Omicron-class attack shuttle. "I bet Annabeth is gonna love this," she whispered with a small laugh.

Speaking of Annabeth, Hemera saw the Jedi walking towards the small group to meet the squad that was going to help her men. She introduced herself to the men of the Bad Batch who seemed a bit surprised to see her and she frowned when she saw that Rex was glaring at the nose of the ship. She sighed before looking and she immediately blushed when she saw that the soldiers made a rather suggestive painting of her.

"Oh," she whispered with a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of the neck before saying "I'm very honored and flattered that I'm the one you decided to paint on your ship. But um, do you think you can take it off ? Or at least, add a few more clothes."

"They better take it off," Rex grumbled, crossing his arms. Hemera let out a laugh, putting a hand on her mouth, trying to hide it.

"Are you gonna join us on this mission ?" Hemera asked, looking at Annabeth who shook her head. 

"No, I'm not. The algorithm, if it's one to begin with, will probably predict that a Jedi will join you. So I'm gonna have to stay here." The Jedi looked at everyone before saying "Good luck and may the Force be with you."

After she had left, Cody cleared his throat to catch Hemera's attention, before he introduced all the members of the Bad Batch to her. She then introduced herself with a nervous smile, still embarassed after falling right at Crosshair's feet.

"So, Commander, what kind of 'suicide mission' do you have for us this time ?" the leader of the squad — named Hunter — asked.

"Let's get going," Cody answered while a gunship landed right behind him. "We'll brief you on the way."

Everyone got on board the gunship that immediately took off, taking them to their destination.

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Heated ~ pt.11

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: We got some action, some canon typical violence, and a little angst. Shits about to get wild from here on out hold onto your pants. Hunter's growing breeding kink and Crosshair's riffle.

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"We’re literally never going to get shore leave," Wrecker groaned, picking up Gonky and putting the battery droid into the Marauder. It seemed like the repairmen were able to get all new parts installed overnight, leaving the Marauder in pristine condition.

"They didn’t tell you why we needed to go to Kamino?" Crosshair asked, busy reloading the armory with a new crate of weapons.

"No," Echo shook his head.

"Why do I need to come to Kamino?" You chirped, sipping on your to-go cup of caff and breakfast.

"Your presence was requested," Echo shrugged.

"I didn’t even think your creators knew about me," you pondered.

"It is strange," Tech responded from the cockpit. "They don’t usually like civilians in Tipoca City."

"Do you think it’s something bad?" You took a bite of your egg sandwich.

"There is no indication of such things, but who is to know really," Tech mused, adjusting the settings on the console to his liking.

"Let’s get a move on," Hunter ordered. "The faster we get there, the faster we can get back."

"Sounds good to me!" You slid off the crate and grabbed your brand new medic pack, double-checking all your requested supplies were in there, along with the backup supply in the ship’s storage.

You felt Tech start up the engines and ran to the front to strap in.

It wasn’t long before the Marauder was up in the air and zooming through hyperspace. It would be a few hours before you entered Kamino airspace, so you decided to busy yourself and study the way Crosshair cleaned Firepuncher.

Crosshair seemed to be enjoying your attention, making sure to show you all the nooks and crannies that are usually missed. He even let you take the little brush with the cleaning solution and do a few pieces yourself.

"Atta girl," he praised as you followed his instructions to a T.

You smiled, handing him back the tools. He reassembled the weapon, giving it one last pass with the cleansing cloth before oiling the moving mechanisms. He pulled out a hand wipe, cleaning the oil and blaster residue off his own fingers, before taking your hands and cleaning yours. He tossed away the dirtied wipe before taking your chin in his hands, plucking his toothpick from his lip, and tilting your face up to meet his. He bent down to press a loving kiss to your lips, making your cheeks heat.

He popped the pick back between his teeth and took Firepuncher with him to the cockpit. You shamelessly watched the lithe sniper saunter out of the room.

"He’s only like that with you," Hunter smirked at you.

"I doubt that," you sighed, cleaning up the dining table with a damp towel.

"I’m serious," he crossed his arms. "You’re good for him."

You rolled your eyes. "Hardly."

"He let you clean Firepuncher," Hunter smiled. "Safe to say you’re the only one he’s ever let do that."

"I’ll keep that in mind," you said, putting the rag into the dirty hamper.

"He’s never let anyone get close to him. I mean, none of us have really. We didn’t exactly have an easy upbringing," Hunter shared, trying to open up a bit more, but it was obvious it had hurt him too. "Crosshair is the youngest. He struggled the most with all the ostracization. I think it’s what made him so cold and severe, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. I noticed the way he changed slightly when you joined. Like how he started bringing you things when we were out."

"So he was the one leaving them on my cot?" You smiled, thinking back to all of the little trinkets, stones, or sweets.

"You’re getting through to him," Hunter said, standing up and walking over to you. "It’s more than we ever could have."

"He’s your brother," you sighed, looking down at Hunter’s lips.

“Exactly.” He whispered pressing forwards until your lips met. You purred into Hunter’s mouth feeling him bring one hand up to support your cheek as he kissed you passionately. He then deepened the kiss urging you to open your mouth slightly for his tongue to explore. You too explored, you wanted to memorize everything Hunter liked, well really what each alpha liked, but you decided you’d start with Hunter. You already knew Tech and Crosshair liked when you’d brat a little and that would end up in your submission to them. Hunter however, seemed a lot more like Wrecker in that he was mainly interested in your pleasure… but you were determined. 

You ran your hands to the nape of his neck and massaged there feeling him moan into your mouth. Okay, nape, check. You smiled tugging him further down do you were laid out on the table with your legs wrapped around his waist while he bent over pinning you to the surface. 

He surged forwards pushing his cod piece into your clothed core. You whined and squirmed against him feeling yourself get turned on by the weight at your apex. 

You moved your hand from his name to around the front of his neck giving it an experimental squeeze. He gave you a soft warning growl which made you immediately continue your journey south. Okay no choking for him. 

You hand your hands over his chest plate wishing you could feel the hard planes of his chest. 

Hunter pulled back looking down at you with a suspicious smirk, “What are you going little one?”

You tried catching your breath and smiled back, “Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He eyed you before diving back in to capture your lips. When you leaned up to reciprocate, he snatched up your neck and slammed you back down to the table making your eyes widen in surprise. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt you but just enough that it made your stomach flip and your heart race… maybe he was more dominant than you gave the Sargent credit for.

“Are you… studying me?” He gave you a wolfish grin. 

You swallowed looking up into his amber eyes, “Maybe…” 

He grinned keeping you pinned to the table. 

“Mesh’la…” He leaned down to lick at your gland under his thumb. You whined grinding down on his codpiece. He stood back up rubbing small circles into the gland making you writhe on the table, “You’re adorable little ‘mega.” 

You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, absolutely destroying your panties. Maker you wanted him so badly. 

“J-just want to know how to make you feel good.” You whimpered trying to get some kind of release for the tension thrumming through your entire system. 

He sighed a laugh leaning over you again giving you some mercy by grinding into you. You moaned. Between the rubbing between your thighs and the stimulation to your mating gland, you were on the edge of cumming. 

“Such a perfect little omega aren’t you?” He hummed watching you start to sweat. He could smell your slick and hear the way your heart hammered in your chest and he knew you were being edged, “Always so concerned with your alphas.” 

You cried out grabbing at the wrist around your neck and using the heel of your boots to force him even closer to you. He chuckled at your attempts to buck harder into him. 

“Do you want to cum pip?” He drawled. 

“Yes sir.” You whimpered desperate for this torture to end. 

“Well because you’ve been such a good girl,” He used his free hand to unbutton your pants and slide them inside towards your pulsing core. You nearly screamed when he finally started to rub tantalizing little circles into your aching clit. 

“Cum omega.” He commanded. 

You gasped feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm take over you. You arched up off the table pressing into him further. He only stopped stimulating your gland when you had finally worked through your orgasm. 

He smiled down as he released your neck and buttoned up your pants. 

“You feeling good, makes me feel good ‘mega.” He pushed his forehead into yours, “But if you want me to be more dominant like my brothers then we can do that too.” 

You hummed, “I only want what you want Hunter, whatever feels right.” 

He flashed his teeth at you again, growling, “What feels right… what feels right is me sinking my teeth right here little one.” He thumbed your glad again making you shudder, “as much as I want to totally loose myself, I know I can’t… You make me feel feral Ad’ika. You scent, it drives me wild.” 

You starred up at him through your heavy eyes feeling your heart start to beat quickly again. 

“You want to mate me Hunter?” You whispered seductively tilting your neck back so he could grip you again. 

You watched his eyes dilate at your words, “fuck mesh’la.” He sighed and shook his head trying to snap himself out of it, “I want to pup you.” He admitted and pressed his other hand to your abdomen, “Fucking Layla got me thinking about it.” He massaged your belly imagining what you’d look like swollen with his pups. 

You studied him… he seems to have quite the breeding kink, a mischievous smile crept up onto your lip, “boy or girl Hunter?” 

“Hmm?” He looked up from your belly into your heady eyes. 

“Boy or girl?” You repeated. 

“Girl… definitely a girl.” He kissed you pressing you back down to the table. 

“Is that why your hindbrain cut out my implant?” You giggled and squirmed under him, “You want to knock me up?”

“M’guess so.” He mumbled nuzzling your gland. 

You just sighed in contentment enjoying the way he mouthed at your shoulder keeping a firm grip on your side. 

“Better keep those fangs to yourself Hunter.” Tech groused passing by data pad in hand. 

Serge sighed sitting up finally snapping out of the trance you had put him in. 

“Sharing is caring.” Crosshair stepped into the hallway to tease his older brother. 

“You’re gonna make him territorial.” You lulled your head to the side to look at the sniper. 

Crosshair chuckled, “He’s always been territorial.” 

“As are you.” Tech stepped into the doorway. 

“Byproduct of being an alpha.” Crosshair flashed a fangy smile at you. You giggled sitting up making Hunter stand. 

“I’m not territorial.” Tech looked up from his search. 

You scoffed, “Oh yes you are.” 

“What?” He was confused, “When have I displayed territorial tendencies.” 

“When I first saw the 501st after joining you.” You pushed Hunter back so you could saunter over to Tech, “In 79’s, I saw that look in your eye when I danced with regs, and then when I almost drowned, you got your punches in. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” You smirked poking him in the chest plate. 

“Is that considered territorial?” He looked up at his brothers. 

“Sounds about right.” Hunter nodded. Crosshair agreed. 

You smirked and crossed your arms, “Then you and Cross marked me up on Mimban. Had those women thinking I was in trouble.” 

He widened his eyes realizing you were right. 

“It would seem I do display territorial behavior.” He nodded, “I must look into this.” He walked off typing furiously into his data pad. 

You just shook your head laughing and walked back to lean on the table. 

“How much longer to Kamino?” Hunter asked Crosshair. 

“Half an hour.” 

“Alright, let’s get ready to doc.” Hunter ushered the two of you out and into the cockpit. 

~~~

"Where are you taking me?" you asked the Kaminoan.

"We need your assistance in the medical wing. You're the only one with experience regarding the spice chemical compounds," she replied.

You glanced at Hunter, who gave you an approving nod. Swallowing nervously, you agreed to follow the female alien, feeling a little uneasy about leaving your pack with this unfamiliar woman. Looking back, you noticed they were still watching you as you disappeared down the hallway.

"What is your name?" the Kaminoan asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you responded, clutching the straps of your med pack, feeling a little like you were back in school.

All around you, shinies and cadets marched in perfect lines. Every few clones would break their focus to peer at you. You ignored them, following behind the Kaminoan called Nala Se.

As you neared the medical wing, you noticed a group of pacing soldiers in blue.

"Fives?" you called out to him. He looked at you, confused at first, before walking over to you.

"CT-5555," Nala Se nodded.

He nodded back before embracing you. You hugged him back, stepping up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Layla got your memo. Echo and I read it."

"Did Layla send you?" he whispered back before standing upright, "It’s been so long, kid. How are you doing?"

You scrunched your brow in confusion for a second before realizing he was prompting you to play along. "I’m doing fine. How’s Rex?"

"Eh, you know... as good as he was after Umbara," Fives said, sounding too cheerful for referring to THE Umbara siege. You nodded, understanding that Rex and the boys weren’t doing well and that there was some sort of conspiracy at play.

You double-tapped your arm, signaling a "no" in reference to his first question. "Oh, that’s great. I’ll have to spend some time with him when we’re back on rotation."

He flashed you a sign he and the boys used to let you know to stay quiet in tough situations. "I know he’ll love that. You were always his favorite civ."

"Hah," you smiled, giving another signal that you understood the mission. "Well, let the others know I’m sending my love."

"Of course, Tiny," he embraced you again and whispered, "Don’t trust the Kaminoans," before pulling back with a charming smile.

You smiled too, giving his arm a squeeze.

Nala Se continued on, and you followed after her, giving Fives one more glance before turning left and disappearing into the medical facility.

"Did you serve under CT-7567?" Nala Se asked while approaching her desk.

"Yes. I was a medic for the 501st before the 99’s," you replied, using your military-trained voice.

"They seem to like you," she remarked.

You didn’t know if she was trying to pry information out of you. The way she spoke seemed to indicate so. "I’m the only one not giving them orders and fixing their injuries. The position tends to make friends."

"Friends," she repeated, picking up her data pad. "After the incident on Crait, we’ve been trying to ascertain a sample of the same compound used. I was wondering if you could give me a recount of the events. Most of our clones have been altered to withstand almost all stressors, diseases, and injury. As I’m sure you’re well aware, they’re stronger than most natural-born humans. This is their design. It is a concern of ours to have this weakness in them. We wish to alter our work for future cloning and perhaps even develop a cure for the battlefield."

You sighed before crossing your arms and bringing back the information to the forefront of your mind. "Well, I didn’t know what happened until it was too late. Hu-uhh-CT-9901 later recounted the events that led to the dosing. There was already a Republic team researching the findings based on suspicious reconnaissance information. They went missing, and my unit went to retrieve them and their findings. I rarely leave the ship, so one second everything is fine, then the next…” You swallowed, trying to find the words to appropriately explain what occurred. “CT-9901 had incapacitated CT-1409 while trying to get to me. The drug affected his alpha instincts and rendered him feral. I had the implant, but due to his enhanced scent, he could still pick up on my pheromones, and then it was a struggle until I shot him. It was the only thing that was going to stop him. The others kept him tied up in the brig until it was all out of his system. It took almost a day."

"In the report, it said he had cut out your implant," Nala Se read through it.

"That is correct."

"Then you were able to get medical assistance aboard General Skywalker’s vessel."

"That is correct."

"Did CT-9901 have any lingering effects?" she asked.

"Not that I’m aware of," you shook your head.

"It’s not often we have a human female omega in this facility. Is it alright if I take some blood samples for testing purposes?"

You nodded, "Sure."

She sat you down on a chair before grabbing the injector site. She cleaned your arm before pressing the machine to your skin.

She took the samples and placed them in the care of a medic droid.

"Is there anything else I can assist with?" you asked, standing up and pressing a bandage to the small wound.

"Yes, actually. We had a clone recently turn on a Jedi and unfortunately kill her. We’re suspecting it was caused by this bioweapon altering his behavior."

You steeled the expression that was begging to come out on your face. You kept a neutral expression, but deep down, you knew it was deeper than this. The drug may make alphas become feral, but to kill a Jedi, that wasn’t adding up.

"He killed a Jedi?" you clarified.

"Yes," Nala Se wasn’t giving any more information.

Was that why she was asking about Hunter cutting you? You knew you were going to have to really guard your words from here on out.

She walked you over to the other side of her office before opening a door out onto a viewing platform. Below, seemed to be the training facilities that the clones had told you about from their teen years.

Down below, there was a single clone standing there and a medical droid. You watched the droid inject a crimson substance into the clone. He started to growl as the spice entered his system. You watched in abject horror as they experimented cruelly on this poor man. You bit your tongue, however. If Fives was right, you were being watched too, and you had to be so careful.

The man writhed and howled as he slipped into the hindbrain. His face contorted into something aggressive and frightening. Then the same droid that took your blood sample hovered down toward one of the barricades out of view of the clone, it dripped your blood onto the sterile surface, and suddenly the man whipped his head up like Hunter had. He made a direct beeline for your scent.

He was making soft cooing noises trying to lure out the omega he thought was there. When he turned the corner and found nothing but blood, he roared, touching the drop and bringing it to his nose. Then, like out of one of Kix’s favorite horror movies, the affected clone zeroed in on you and Nala Se on the viewing platform like Hunter when he’s tracking. He snarled and started running toward you, determined to climb up there.

Nala Se gave the order to have him sedated, and you watched the fighting clone collapse into stillness. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked to the Kaminoan.

"Was the Jedi an omega?" you deadpanned, still a little shocked from the demonstration.

Nala Se hesitated, “No.”

You nodded.

"We have requested you and your unit to assist us in finding more information about the origins of this research," she walked you out of the lab and back into the hallway where Fives had been, "Your group leader has already been briefed, but we wish to have you involved as you were there from the genesis of this issue."

"I will do my best," you swallowed nervously. You were hoping none of you would have to go near this ever again, but it seems it’s becoming the main focus of the GAR whether you like it or not.

~~~

When you entered the 99’s barracks, you were first hit with the smell. Ugh… unkempt alpha… you scrunched your nose and stepped inside.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, walking up to you, seeing the bandage.

"Yeah, they just wanted my blood," you brushed him off.

"What for?" Echo asked.

You shuffled nervously, "T-they’re running tests… on regs. It was horrible." You bit back tears, "They dosed a shiny and lured him around with my blood to see how feral he’d become. Right before he decided to come after me, they sedated him and took him away."

"They used you as bait?" Crosshair growled, plucking the pick from his mouth.

"No… I mean not really. Just my blood sample," you tried to console him.

"Why are they doing that?" Hunter asked.

"Nala Se said they’re trying to develop a cure for the drug. They wanted my blood since there's no omegas around here."

"That’s what they wanted you for?" Wrecker wondered.

"She wanted me to go over Crait again. I don’t know why. She wanted to know the specifics of Hunter cutting out my implant. She seemed interested."

"Interested?" Tech pondered, and you nodded, "Did she say anything else?"

"Just that we’re supposed to be going on another mission? She said you already were briefed," you looked to Hunter.

He reached a hand out to cup your cheek when the door whooshed open, and Fives came running inside. Hunter immediately retreated his hand to glare at the reg.

"Fives?" you quirked your head, "What are you doing here?"

"I tried finding you after I saw you, but Nala Se was alone. I knew you’d be here," he caught his breath.

"What’s wrong?" you asked, stepping toward him, intending a hand on his shoulder. You heard Crosshair make a warning growl, but you just threw him a look.

"I needed to talk to you without them watching."

"Okay," you nodded, pulling out a stool for him to sit on.

"Is this about Tup?" Echo asked, coming closer to sit.

"Yeah," Fives nodded, "Something is going on around here."

"Nala Se said he was drugged with the spice," you sat on the table, pushing Tech’s old scribbles to the side.

Fives shook his head, "No, he wasn’t drugged."

You cringed, "Wait so he killed the Jedi on his own?"

"Who killed a Jedi?" Hunter squawked.

"Tup," Echo shook his head.

"Why could a clone kill a Jedi? It’s literally impossible for us to even fathom that," Tech was confused. It goes against all of their programming.

"Were you there?" you asked.

Fives nodded, "We all were. I insisted I come back with him, he’s my brother ya know? Rex is distraught and Anakin doesn’t understand what the hell is going on. But I knew something was off when the Kaminoans started insisting it was the spice. Kix literally tested him for any substances and he cleared the test. Plus, if that was the case we’d all be rutting like crazy right now." He shook his head, "I don’t trust the Kaminoans, they’re hiding something."

"So what are you saying you think it is?" Tech asked.

"Kix thinks it’s stress-related," Fives shrugged.

"That’s not possible, that part of our brain was altered to not experience stress," Tech shook his head.

You scoffed, what a dream.

“That’s what Rex said,” Fives replied.

“Well, where is Tup now?” you asked.

“Sedated in one of the medical wards.”

“Sedated?”

"Yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about following orders or something like that," Fives shrugged. "Shaak Ti thinks he’s been brainwashed by seppies."

“Is that a possibility?” Hunter asked. "No one’s ever heard of that before."

“No, he was with us the entire time. He just snapped all of a sudden,” Fives sounded worried.

You put your hand on his, trying to comfort him. He just smiled sadly and sighed, “Kix says hi, by the way.”

“Is he here?” You asked, perking up.

“Yeah, but they have him working. A batch of shinies got pretty banged up on their first dispatch.”

“Typical,” you laughed, thinking about the nearly thousand times you’ve had to patch up the 501st boys, especially in the early days.

“I heard some pretty crazy stuff about you all,” he looked around. “Did you guys really crash land on Mimban?”

“Now, how did you hear about that?” You laughed.

“I have my sources,” he jested.

“Any chance your source is 5’3 and wears mini skirts?” You smirked.

“Now, how could you have possibly guessed that?” He mimicked you.

“Layla!” Tech said, like it was trivia.

“You know Layla?” Fives scrunched his nose.

“We were all on Ani’s Venator for a week, Fives!” You shook your head.

“Oh yeah!” Fives laughed. “When Sarge here put you into heat!”

You deflated. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem,” he smiled.

“Layla baked us cookies!” Wrecker added.

“No! Tech and I made the cookies!” You pouted.

“Okay, fine, you made the cookies, but Layla was there,” Wrecker rolled his eyes.

“Ya’ll are hanging out without me, darlin’?” He playfully shoved you.

“Yup,” you smiled standing up, “And I found out Layla has a thing for ARC troopers.”

Fives scrunched his nose before turning to Echo, who looked smug.

“Like the good old days!” Five punched his batch mate Echo; just shoved him back playfully. “Cool place, by the way,” Fives waved around at the super messy barracks.

“Thanks,” the 99’s answered in unison.

Crosshair played with his toothpick. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” Crosshair drawled, clearly bored with the reg.

“Oh yeah,” Hunter nodded, standing up again, “We’re leaving for Kaller.”

“Kaller?” Fives stood up, grabbing his helmet. “Kriff is on Kaller?”

“Apparently, the origin point of the spice compound,” Tech informed.

“Am I coming?” You asked Hunter.

“Yeah, we’re definitely not leaving you here,” Hunter replied.

Fives gave you a little suggestive look, which you just rolled your eyes at.

“Let’s go before Nala Se wants all my blood,” you grabbed your med pack, slinging the straps over your shoulders.

“She took what?” Fives grabbed you by the shoulders.

“She took my blood,” you looked over to Echo, then back to Fives.

“What for?” He squeezed you a bit.

“She was running tests on shinies and the spice. She wanted my blood to test the efficacy of their symptoms.”

“They used her as bait,” Crosshair corrected.

“How much did she take?” Fives asked.

You shrugged. “Two vials.”

“She asked for you specifically?” Fives was starting to sound nervous.

“Fives, you’re scaring me,” you whined.

Hunter stepped in, separating the two of you, keeping you tucked into his side. “What are you saying?”

“Have any of you noticed how different she smells?” He gestured to you.

You narrowed your eyes, looking around at the others.

“She doesn’t smell like any omega I’ve ever been around,” Fives crossed his arms.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked quietly.

“No,” everyone said in unison.

“Why would the Kaminoans want Pip’s blood?” Tech asked.

“I don’t know,” Fives shrugged. “But Kaminoans don’t do anything without a purpose. She’s unique. For what reason, I don’t know. But I’m guessing it has something to do with this spice stuff.”

“All the more reason to get her far away from here,” Hunter said.

“I’m fine with that,” you were thrilled to get off this waterlogged planet. You looked to Fives. “Are you staying here?”

“I can’t let the others handle this on their own, Rex’s orders,” he shrugged. “As much as Kaller sounds like so much fun,” he was being sarcastic.

“We’ll catch up later, brother,” Echo clapped Fives on the shoulder before opening the door to the hallway.

“When you’re back on rotation, you owe me a night at 79’s!” Fives fitted his helmet back on and started off in the direction of the medical wing.

“Sounds like a plan!” Echo yelled after him.

“So, Kaller?” You asked, feeling a little trepidation.

“Shaak Ti informed us that the council needs us to infiltrate a secret base on Kaller to retrieve the research on this mystery drug. I know you’re probably worried about getting involved in this again, but I don’t know what else we can do,” Hunter sighed, knowing this topic was still sore for the both of you.

“It’s fine, Hunter,” you nodded, “My anxiety about this drug is nothing compared to the damage it does, which is far more important to stop.”

You got flashes back to that poor clone under its insidious influence. This had to be stopped.

“Pip obviously is going nowhere near that drug and risk getting exposed,” Tech asserted. The others agreed.

“But what about you guys?” You worried as you all made it to the docking bay. “What do we do if you get exposed?”

“We lock ourselves up in the brig,” Crosshair pointed out, “Just like we did with Hunter, until it wears out. The side effects are much worse for an omega than an alpha.”

You shivered, remembering the sharp pain of Hunter’s blade in your shoulder.

“Okay,” you acquiesced. It’s not like you could go against orders anyway. No matter how scared you might be.

“Kaller here we come!” Wrecker laughed.

~~~

“This planet is soooo… cold,” you sighed, shivering as the hatch opened. Tech had found a cave in the side of an icy mountain where he landed the Marauder, keeping it out of sight and out of the elements.

You ran back inside to grab the GAR-issued snow coat lined with nexu fur. You pulled it on and zipped it all the way up to your chin.

“How are you not cold?” You jumped up and down, trying to warm up.

“Genetics,” Tech leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Behave, alright?”

You chewed your lip. “If I feel like it.”

“Omega,” he warned, turning you around and pushing you into Crosshair. “Behave.”

You huffed before snuggling into the sniper. “You heard Tech. Be a good girl until we get back.”

“Okay,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled, melding his lips with yours.

“Bye Pip!” Wrecker came over, shoving Crosshair away from you before picking you up and hugging you. “We’ll be back!”

“I know, big guy!” You smiled. “Please, be careful.” You were obviously worried.

“We’ll be okay,” Hunter collected you from his little brother. “Radio in every thirty minutes, even if we don’t respond.”

“I know! I know!” You rubbed your scent on his chest plate. “Just like always.”

“Bye, Tiny!” Echo yelled as he descended the steps.

“Bye!” You yelped.

You watched the boys leave and the hatch close, leaving you in stark silence. You locked the access door. It’s been so long since you had been totally alone without one of them staying back with you. You almost didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Checking your datapad time, you knew they had two hours to complete this mission before you were allowed to start worrying for real.

You wandered around the ship a bit, looking for something to clean or organize. Deciding you’d take a crack at the surplus supplies, you waltzed into the back of the ship where the brig was down below. You slid down the ladder, landing with a thud in the dark underbelly of the Marauder. This is where you kicked on the lights and decided to get to work sorting and organizing everything.

To make the time go by faster, you stole Crosshair’s datapad from his bunk drawer to play some of his rock music.

You’d checked in three times already, knowing you’d only have one more to go before they’d start making their way back. You had sorted through all of the surplus food, making sure to group the meals Layala had brought you guys by preference. You made sure to include everyone’s favorites along with little snack packs and dehydrated blue milk.

You were just about to start on the ammunition supply when you got beeped on your com.

“Havoc 6, come in,” Hunter’s voice startled you. You scrambled to turn down Crosshair’s music before radioing back.

“This is Havoc 6, Havoc 1, are you alright?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race and the hair stand up on your neck… something was wrong. You just knew it.

“We’re okay, but we found… a kid?” Hunter replied, “We got the research, we’re making our way back, there’s a change of plans.”

“A kid? What? Change of plans?” You stuttered into the com channel, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see when we get there, get the ship warmed up,” Hunter cut the line, and you scrambled out of the brig and up into the main cabin before jogging into the cockpit. You entered Tech’s special code before being able to begin the ignition process.

Just as you got the engines primed, you heard them approach and opened the hatch door.

They came jogging inside, helmets still on. You were looking at them a bit perplexed when a smaller figure followed them inside behind Crosshair.

“A pup?” You rushed forward, unable to stop yourself, before taking the little kid into your hands, sniffing and checking him for injuries. “W-where did you find him?”

“Hey, lady!” He swatted at you, making you back up. He scowled, smoothing down his robes. That’s when you realized he was a Padawan… You suddenly stood up and looked at the boys, putting your hands on your hips.

“Sorry, kid,” Hunter chuckled, “She’s a fussy little omega.”

“You’re an omega?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where is his master!?” You instantly jumped on your unit, “Did you steal a Padawan?”

“As funny as that would be, no… we didn’t steal him,” Echo shook his head, taking off his helmet, “He found us.”

You turned to look at the kid, “Are you lost?”

He scoffed, “No, I’m not lost. I was sent to find reinforcements.”

“How old are you?” You were shocked this child was being battle-tested already.

“14,” he replied.

Your eyes softened, “He’s just a baby!” You growled, looking to your unit.

They just shrugged, “Hey, it’s not our fault what the Jedi do with their littles,” Wrecker defended.

“I’m not little!” He squawked, “And we really need help, so are you going to help us or what?”

“What’s your name, kid?” Echo asked.

“Caleb. Caleb Dume.”

“Where’s your master?” Hunter asked, and the pup handed him the coordinates.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter decided, and you just stood there flabbergasted.

“Relax, ‘Mega,” Crosshair tried to help you come to terms with this, “He’s a Jedi, probably could kick all of our asses if he wanted to.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you sighed.

“He’s not your pup,” Crosshair reminded you, “It’s not your problem.”

You growled. Crosshair just smirked. You were fiercely protective, that was for certain.

You peeked your head around the sniper to look at Caleb, “Have you eaten anything, hun?”

“Stop mothering him!” Echo yelled from his seat.

“I can’t help it!” You shook your head before heading for your jump seat. Hunter eyed you.

“I’m alright, miss,” Caleb grabbed onto the side of the ship as Tech brought the Marauder up into the air.

You were not liking this situation. First the spice, and now the kid. Why can’t missions just go how they’re supposed to?

Tech expertly flew the ship not too far from where you were hidden in the mountains. He found a clearing just before all of the blaster fire in the distance.

As the ship touched down, you stood up to follow them, but they all turned around, pointing fingers at you, “Pip, stay on the ship.”

“Ugh! Fine!” You groused, going over to Tech’s seat, ignoring the itch to take care of the kid.

“Are all omegas like that?” Caleb asked, picking up his lightsaber from his belt.

“Pip’s extra mothering when it comes to pups,” Tech replied, adjusting his holovisor.

“Should have seen her on Ryloth…” Echo started telling Caleb the story when the hatch door closed, leaving you once again alone in the ship.

You let out a loud groan, spinning the pilot’s seat around. The primal need to make sure the kid was okay was eating you from the inside out. He was literally walking into a war zone. That goes against everything your instincts wanted.

“Don’t do it, Y/N,” you shook your head, spinning the chair again.

But when you slowed down the spin, you noticed Caleb had left behind his robe and something in you snapped.

The pup was going to be cold…

"Fuck this." You got up, snatching the robe and smashed the hatch opening. You knew your alphas were going to kill you, but you didn’t care. You could care after you knew the pup was okay. At least you grabbed the thigh holster and a spare pistol, strapping it to yourself before stomping down the steps and out into the snow-covered forest. As you neared the battlefield, you heard bullets flying and explosions in the distance. You went running, suddenly overwhelmed with instincts… you didn’t know why this was happening. This hadn’t ever happened to you before, not even with the little girl on Ryloth. Something was very, very wrong.

Your jog turned into a sprint as you dodged trees and jumped over fallen trunks.

Letting your omega instinct guide you, you appeared in the clearing, seeing the last of the droids being destroyed by the cunning skills of your unit.

"We got a problem," Crosshair’s voice rang out through their comms, "Pip left the ship."

"What?" Hunter whipped around, finding you wandering through the smoke, clearly looking for something in the literal middle of the battlefield.

"Kark," Echo cursed, "She’s looking for the kid."

"Omega…" Hunter growled into the com channel. You ignored him.

They started walking back over to you, looking angry as a pissed-off rancor as the smoke started to clear. Crosshair came sliding down the side of the icy hill, joining their little clique when you spun around, finding Caleb walking over towards you.

"Hey, Miss?" He gave you a kind smile.

"Hi," you said, looking around a bit dazed.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asked, walking up to you.

"Y-yeah, I just had to make sure you were okay," you shook your head, starting to come back to your senses.

"I’m okay," he nodded, "Thanks to your friends."

"You left this behind," you handed him the brown robe, which he happily took and put on, shaking off the chill in the air.

"Y/N!" Hunter’s roar cut through the war zone.

"Kark," you sighed, closing your eyes.

Caleb giggled, pulling up his hood.

"I gave you direct orders to stay on the ship!" Hunter was so mad, "Then you run out into a literal battlefield. You could have been killed!"

"I-I’m…" you struggled to get the words out as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

Turning around, you saw the master Jedi step up out of her trench, only to ignite her saber as her captain turned on her.

"Master!" Caleb screeched, igniting his saber and running towards his master. You couldn’t help but run after the pup despite your alpha’s roars of disapproval. Caleb suddenly stopped, realizing that his master was outnumbered.

"Run, Caleb!" She screamed, taking the brunt of the fire.

You flung yourself over the pup just in time to dodge a plasma bullet. Caleb was reacting much faster than you. When he looked up to see the 99’s jogging towards you two guns in hand, he quickly grabbed onto your wrist and started dragging you into the woods with him, running for your lives.

"Caleb!" You yelped, running with him.

"They’ve turned!" He said, jumping over branches. He was much faster than you, but you tried your best to keep up, "The clones can’t be trusted."

"What?" You were gasping for air, starting to feel the fatigue.

"I can feel it," he said, weaving left, trying to throw anyone off your trail.

A plasma bullet went whizzing by your head before exploding into a nearby tree. You both were forced to halt your sprint in the crunchy snow.

"Maker Crosshair, you could have hit her!" Echo growled, knocking the sniper’s gun out of his hand.

"Stop running, kid!" Hunter called out to the two of you.

Caleb just stepped in front of you, igniting his saber, "Stay back!"

They stopped their approach. You were beyond confused.

Crosshair kept his weapon trained on the kid while the others tried their hardest not to come off as intimidating.

"It’s okay, Caleb," Hunter said, putting his gun away and keeping his hands up in the air, "We just want to help you."

Crosshair decided then he would take the shot. You watched in horror as the blue plasma blast soared through the air, and Caleb skillfully deflected it, sending it back into the trees. You screamed and grabbed the kid, curling your body around him on instinct. You knelt in the snow, shielding Caleb from your alphas.

You heard shouting, then you heard firepuncher go off again, but this time the blast missed wildly. You flinched at the sound of it exploding into nearby rocks. You cradled Caleb's head like a mother would, keeping him pressed to you safely.

When you dared to look behind you, you saw Hunter and Crosshair wrestling in the snow while Tech held firepuncher, keeping it away from his little brother.

"Good soldiers follow orders," Crosshair repeated over and over again as Hunter demanded to know why the hell he would shoot at their omega and the kid.

Wrecker tried to approach you, but you let out the nastiest snarl you could muster, flashing your fangs at him.

He just put his hands up, staying at a comfortable distance.

"They’re coming," Caleb said, holding onto your shirt.

"Who?" You asked.

"The other clones," he said, "We have to go, now!"

"I can’t," you felt tears start to shed as your instincts were ripping you in half. You wanted to protect the pup, but the other part of you needed to be with your alphas.

"They’re not who you think they are… not anymore," he warned.

"I can’t leave them," you bent down, picking up his lightsaber and handing it to him. You smoothed down his hair and looked the child in the eyes, "You need to run. You need to stay alive."

"What about you?" He asked, looking at your fighting unit.

"They won’t hurt me," you nodded.

He just stood up, looking skeptical before looking into the tree line where approaching noises were coming from.

You gave the child a nod before he turned and sprinted off into the woods, disappearing into the snowy wilderness. You heaved in the snow, feeling like you failed somehow.

"Omega?" Tech asked, slowly approaching you, hoping you wouldn’t snap.

You refused to face them, feeling your tears slide down your hot cheeks, "What the fuck just happened?"

Ruh Roh... it's imperial Crosshair time...

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: No smut in this chapter... but don't worry! Chapter 14; we will be returning to our regular smut programming.

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"So, Anakin Skywalker took you to Lothal?" Hunter was trying to make sense of Echo’s wild story.

"When Ahsoka was still barely a pup, he took her on a tour of all the known Jedi temples in the known regions," Echo recounted. "It was to show her the generations of Jedi history. We had taken that Venator all over the galaxy. Lothal was one of them, and I think it’s far enough away from Empire jurisdiction that we could get there unnoticed."

"And why are we bothering with a Jedi temple? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but none of us are Jedi," Tech remarked, knelt on the ground, holding you to his chest, running comforting hands over your trembling form. The boys took turns trying to keep you warm as your temperature dropped for reasons Tech and you couldn’t understand.

"You said it wasn’t medical. This is a soul bond issue; that's the spiritual world," Echo reasoned. "We might not understand it, but I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff with the Jedi. All of it's real, even though it sounds like mumbo jumbo to people like us."

"It’s real," you whispered. "I’ve seen it."

"You've seen what?" Tech looked down at you.

"The mumbo jumbo… Ahsoka showed me many things when we were younger." You nuzzled into Tech for comfort.

"She’s someone we could actually use right about now, assuming she survived the order," Echo said, shaking his head.

You bit back your emotions, too exhausted to cry anymore. You didn’t want to think about that. Not now, anyways. You and Echo had spent too many nights talking about Ahsoka leaving the pack. 

"We’re approaching," Echo said, taking control of the Marauder. Tech stood up, passing you to Wrecker for a snuggle before returning to his seat to land the ship.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Tech asked as they entered the planet’s atmosphere.

"I was actually hoping Hunter could help us with that," Echo said, punching a few buttons above his head making the engines rumble.

"And what exactly do you want me to look for?" Hunter said.

"I kind of remember the general location Skywalker had been. I’ll land us there, but you can use your electromagnetic senses to find the temple," Echo explained.

"Ahsoka told me that all living things have the Force flowing through us. It’s how she and Ani could feel where we all were and that everything is connected. Everything flows through each other, which I’m thinking is what Echo is talking about.” You lifted your head to explain, “Ani said the Force is pure light energy," you remembered, recalling all the times you had caught the two Jedi meditating before battle.

"If it’s electro currents, I should be able to pick up on it, but I don’t exactly know what I’m looking for," Hunter said, watching as Echo guided the ship to an open field with rolling grasses.

"Anything that feels strange, I would assume," Tech said as the ship touched down with a gentle thud.

You tried to stand, but you were feeling too weak. Wrecker caught you before you stumbled. You groaned as he lifted you up, even though he was as gentle as could be, it didn’t change the fact your bones ached like your heart did… it craved one thing… Crosshair.

"Okay, let’s get our things and let Hunter get to work," Echo said, standing up and grabbing his pack and weapon. Wrecker carried you out of the ship like a just-married bride and into the waist high grass. Hunter knelt down, taking off his glove to touch the earth. He placed his palm to the soil, looking up over the grasses.

"There are animals everywhere," he said, looking around, but the grasses camouflaged them. He raised his gun up in the air, firing a single shot into the sky. The blast startled all of the loth cats, which picked their heads up to stare before scampering off with a meow.

"Tookas!" you said excitedly, seeing all of the different colors fleeing the area.

"They’re all over this place," Hunter confirmed, choosing the best direction. "I’m wanting to head this way," he said, pointing towards a mountain range. "There’s something with a deeper energetic vibration in that direction I think it’s a good place to start."

"Alright, here we go," Wrecker said, following behind Hunter, carrying you like you weighed nothing.

The trek felt like it had gone on forever. Even though you weren’t putting in any effort, the body chills and aches were making you miserable. This was truly hell. You honestly would have taken Hunter’s blade to the shoulder again if it meant you were cured. 

"Almost there, little tooka," Wrecker said, sensing your discomfort.

"Just a little further," Hunter added, feeling their journey was coming to an end. The vibrations were becoming more tangible. 

"Does any of this feel familiar, Echo?" Tech asked, pulling out his scanners as they approached the egg-shaped rock formations ahead.

"It all looks the same to me, but General Skywalker had us stay back with the ship. All I remember is the mountain range and the fields," Echo replied.

"I don’t see a temple," Hunter said, leading them into a narrow crevice. Everyone squeezed between the smooth rocks, following the sergeant. You watched Hunter as he kept switching his directions. 

You clung onto Wrecker as he stepped up and over various rocks. Hunter kept bending down to touch and feel the rocks, seemingly guiding you somewhere.

You lulled your head to the side, sensing something was watching you. When you looked, all you saw was more stones. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Wrecker’s chest, ignoring the sensations. It was probably all the spirits Soka would tell you about. 

"What are you feeling, Hunter?" Tech asked, raising his scanner in the air, trying to get a better picture of where they were in case he missed something.

"It’s just like a storm of electrodes," he said, looking around. "This place is like nowhere else I’ve ever been."

"Not even on Mimban?" Echo asked.

"No, this is different… it’s…" He raised his head in the air, sniffing, and shook his head. "Ugh… Just more tookas," he shook his head, "Echo, are you sure this is the place?"

"I wouldn’t forget something like this. Anakin took Ahsoka here. I’m certain."

"I miss Soka," you mumbled, thinking about the little Togruta you thought of as a sister.

"Whoa!" Tech stopped in his tracks and pointed to a ridge above their heads. "A rare albino tooka," he exclaimed, pulling down his helmet, leans to snap a photo.

"Sightseeing later, vod," Hunter said, continuing to walk. Wrecker sighed and adjusted his grip on you before trudging on.

Once Hunter got frustrated enough, he halted the group so Echo and Tech could get some water and food into you. You curled up on a flat rock, tucking into yourself for warmth against the sun-warmed stone.

"This would be a really good time for someone to have secret Jedi powers," Echo joked.

"Pip?" Hunter raised a brow at you.

"Sorry, Sarge," you weakly laughed, "Just a normy nat born."

"How unfortunate," he smiled trying to hide his worry ay seeing you like this. It was obvious you health was deteriorating quickly the longer this dragged on. 

"Well, we’re not entirely sure about that," Tech joked. "Seems to be pretty abnormal if you ask me," he referred to the current situation.

"What if it was something the Imperials did to me while I was out?" you rolled onto your back, liking the warm stone, "We can’t know for sure."

"Bonds can’t be manufactured," Echo shook his head.

"While I do have special bonds with all of you, I didn’t think I had developed a mate bond with Crosshair… at least not yet. It hasn’t been long enough," you looked up at the puffy clouds in the sky.

"Stranger things have happened," Hunter shrugged.

"Have they?" Wrecker petted your hair, looking around, "This seems pretty strange to me."

Tech snorted in agreement, "Should we keep going?"

"No," you pouted, "I like this rock, it’s warm."

"We can stay a little longer," Hunter leaned against one of the egg-shaped stones, "Warm up, Pip."

You purred in content, rolling back onto your side, absorbing the heat.

Wrecker continued to run his fingers through your hair as you felt yourself start to drift off into a little nap.

Just as you were drifting off into blissful sleep, you heard a whisper.

"Pip," Hunter said so quietly you almost mistook it for the wind.

You blinked open your eyes, feeling Wrecker’s fingers stilled in your hair. When you opened your eyes, you saw the same albino tooka sitting just next to your head, staring right at you with its beaming azure eyes.

Everyone remained deathly still, scared to scare off the creature.

You watched Tech hit record on his helmet, capturing the rare moment.

You slowly lifted your head, trying to sit up. The tooka sat on its haunches, watching you. You tilted your head to the side, and it mimicked you. You gasped quietly, looking at the tiny creature. It stepped forwards, rubbing its cheek and side against your leather boots before sauntering off again. This time, you stood up, suddenly feeling well enough to walk, and followed the creature without a word to the others.

Tech was about to interject, but Echo put a hand on his chest, silencing his brother. The Alphas watched curiously as you trailed after the small creature.

"The Force," Echo whispered, jumping over a stone to catch up to you.

"There’s no way you know this is the Force," Tech grumbled.

"Why did it choose her?" Echo retorted.

"Because she’s the least threatening," Tech argued. "It is known animals prefer human females."

"No, idiot," Echo shook his head, "This is how the Force works."

"That is yet to be determined," the pilot shook his head… mumbo jumbo.

They watched you follow the tooka in a trance-like state as you squeezed between narrow passageways that they struggled to get through.

"Adi’ka," Hunter whispered, not wanting to scare off the animal.

You didn’t respond, just continued to follow the animal.

The boys shared a look of concern at your lack of acknowledgement . Echo, however, wasn’t put off. He was confident you had found what you were all looking for. He continued staying close. He had definitely seen stranger things serving under Anakin.

It wasn’t lost on him that your energy magically restored in the presence of the little creature along with your unusual attire matching the feline. The Force works in strange ways, but he was so sure. 

You eventually reached a clearing surrounded by stones. The ground was covered in swirling ancient carvings spanning the entire clearing. The tooka led you to the center where the swirls stopped. Your body came to a halt, and the boys slowly inched inside, keeping to the walls.

You plopped down onto the ground, kneeling at the center and hitting back on your haunches, mirroring the tooka.

“What is she doing?” Wrecker whispered. The others didn’t answer; they just watched as you remained still, seemingly meditating.

“I don’t like this,” Hunter said, moving to step forward, but a ferocious growl halted his movements. Wrecker gasped, seeing the absolutely monumental wolf appear from between the surrounding rocks. It was a couple of feet taller than himself, which made him even more uneasy.

It snarled, baring its teeth at the boys as it began to circle you. Hunter grabbed his gun on reflex, but when he went to shoot the wolf, the gun jammed.

“What the?” He pulled the trigger again, but no blast came.

The wolf stared at him as another appeared, and then another! Five wolves in total began to walk in circles around you as you sat with the tooka almost unaware of their presence.

Then, to everyone’s utter shock, the wolf spoke, “I know why you have come to this place.”

“Holy Kark,” Wrecker shook his head, thinking he was imagining things.

“I know why you have brought this female here,” he said, looking in your direction, seeing you still in the trance. The wolf’s baritone voice sent chills down Hunter’s spine.

“We just want to know if she’s okay,” Hunter stepped forward pleadingly.

“Very few Jedi have found this place,” the wolf growled, “How is it you have found this place?”

“I’ve been here before,” Echo offered, “My General was a Jedi; he brought his Padawan here many years ago.”

“The Force has led you here,” the wolf continued his prowl, “This female is much more connected to the Force than you may have believed.”

“She’s Jedi?” Hunter asked.

“No,” the Wolf shook his head.

You felt your body grow weak, and you slumped to your side before lying down in the center of the rock monument.

“Y/N!” Hunter wanted to rush to your side, but the Wolves snapped at him, forcing him back or else he’d be met with sharp white fangs.

“Please! She’s sick!” The Sergeant was starting to feel himself get sick from worry. Watching you lay there was sending his instincts into overdrive… he felt helpless for the first time in his life.

“Young Y/N is not sick,” the wolf halted his prowl, and the others followed suit. They took a seat on their haunches, facing you like guardian angels.

“Then what’s wrong with her?” Tech demanded.

“Your people call her Ori’Sol,” the wolf rumbled.

They looked to Tech, “It’s Mando’a for many.” The pilot informed.

“We weren’t raised with our kind,” Hunter shook his head, “We don’t know who Ori’Sol is.”

The wolf stared at him with deep piercing eyes, “The first Ori’Sol was an ancient Jedi named Kaj. She was an omega, such as your mate. While omegas and alphas desire monogamy, her Jedi ways forced her to detach from these desires, and she split her soul bond into many pieces. Through her mastery of the Force, she accomplished this,” the wolf looked down at your small frame, “Thus the ancient line of Ori’Sol was born. This female is a descendant of Kaj, ten thousand generations later.”

“So what does that mean?” Hunter shook his head, trying to understand how this relates.

“Ori’Sol have the ability to have many mates, as did Kaj. It would seem her soul has already chosen before her mind and body.”

“Our brother, Crosshair?” Hunter clarified.

“He is one,” the wolf tilted his head, “But there appears to be more.”

“What do we have to do to help her?” Hunter’s worry was growing.

“We will help her now,” the wolf looked to the others surrounding her, “Sever this premature bond, but be warned, this female has a tumultuous story filled with many trials and tribulations.”

“Will it hurt her or Crosshair?” Tech asked.

“No harm will come to your mate,” the wolves all lowered themselves down onto their elbows and paws. They bowed their heads, and you rolled onto your back, looking up at the sky.

Then the brightest of white light appeared overhead, and your lithe form began to hover in the air with the power of the force. 

The boys all stared in pure astonishment. Wrecker let out an audible gasp. 

The wolves continued their Force magic, lifting your body higher as more and more light flooded in. Then all of the ancient carvings lit up with that same light, causing the boys to close their eyes or risk going blind. They shielded themselves from the brightness, flinching as it peaked.

Then in a blink, the light vanished.

The boys opened their eyes, adjusting to the sudden darkness. When they looked around, it was no longer mid-day; overhead, the night sky shone bright with twinkling stars, and your form lay alone in the center of the clearing still on your side.

There were no longer any wolves or tookas, just the five of you alone in the Lothal wilderness.

“Y/N!” Hunter ran forward, kneeling down at your side, rolling you over onto your back, and feeling for a pulse. You groaned, feeling his hands poking around your neck frantically.

Hunter sighed with relief.

Tech pulled out his datapad to scan your temp, “Back to normal.”

“Did they do it?” Wrecker asked, leaning over you, “They fixed Pip?”

“Hold on, Wrecker, let her wake up first,” Echo urged.

You blinked open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the fact it was now nighttime. You took a deep gasp in, sitting upright suddenly.

“You okay?” Echo knelt in front of you.

“What was that?” You touched your chest, feeling slightly… empty? It was a strange feeling. Where the agonizing pain was, there was just… nothing. It felt kind of like a hole in your chest.

“The Force,” Echo nodded, “Good enough for you?” He looked at Tech.

“Fine, I concede. Next time we see a white tooka, we follow it,” Tech rolled his eyes.

“A white tooka?” You asked, using Hunter’s shoulder to help you stand up, getting used to standing up again on your own two feet.

“Yeah, Pip,” Wrecker scratched the back of his head, “There was a white tooka that brought us here, and then these massive talking wolves healed you.”

You just looked at Wrecker like he had grown three heads before looking at the others.

“He’s telling the truth,” Hunter shrugged.

“No kriffin' way,” you swatted at your white torn clothes, trying to dust yourself off.

“No shit,” Echo laughed, “Now that has to be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.” He punched Wrecker, “I told you guys.”

“You were, in fact, correct, Echo,” Tech nodded.

“Hah!” Echo jeered, “Write that down!”

“Ugh,” Tech groaned before pulling out his datapad, trying to retrace their steps.

“Let’s get back to the ship,” Hunter turned back the way they came.

“You feeling better?” Wrecker nudged you.

You smiled, “Yeah. I feel normal again.”

“Good!” He smiled, ushering for you to walk first.

“And we know you’re not a Jedi!” Echo laughed.

You scrunched your brows, “What?”

“We’ll tell you about it back on the ship,” Hunter shook his head, leading the expedition.

“I feel like I missed a lot,” you sighed, stepping over a large rock.

“Oh yeah,” Echo replied, pushing you up onto a rock that was a little too tall.

“Ugh why can’t things ever just go smoothly?” You growled, hauling yourself up to swing your leg up.

“Because that’s not the way our lives are written,” Echo joked.

“Then I need to speak to the author,” you slid down the other side, almost plummeting into Hunter.

“Alright, it’s a quick walk once we hit the grasslands,” Hunter said, squeezing through a narrow pass.

“Sounds good,” you sighed, “I’m hungry.”

“You and me both!” Wrecker’s boisterous voice echoed between the rocks.

You trailed after Hunter, following him back the same way they came. Reaching out, you ran your fingers through the dancing grasses, feeling the smooth leaves stroke your hands. Looking out around you, there was nothing but rolling hills and the Marauder in sight. Even under the night sky, Lothal’s moon lit up the land with silvery white light. It was beautiful, you thought. You heard the chittering of wild loth cats in the distance, settling in for the night while you finally could see the ship getting closer.

Feeling a particularly strong gust of wind blow past your face, you briefly looked behind you back at the rocky mountains. Wrecker, Tech, and Echo turned to look at what you were looking at, but like you, saw nothing but grey rocks.

“Let’s make some dinner,” Hunter said, opening the hatch and allowing you to climb in first. You stepped inside, smelling the lingering scent of your distress from earlier and turned up your nose.

“I’ll start dinner, but someone explain to me what just happened out there,” you grabbed a pan off the wire rack and set it down on the electro burner.

“Well…” Hunter looked to the others, “You fell asleep on that sun stone. Then that white tooka appeared. You followed it for a while all the way to a clearing in the stones. Then five giant wolves appeared. They told us why you were experiencing that sickness, and then they healed you.”

“It was like a giant ball of light!” Wrecker waved his hands around, “Like a small sun! And you were floating in the air! And the wolves could talk!”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “I floated?”

They nodded their heads.

“Anything else?” You asked, ripping open the ration pack and putting the contents into the pan to heat it up.

“No… that pretty much covers it,” Echo set his helmet down and started peeling his armor off.

“Fascinating,” you said, still in a bit of disbelief, “So what was the reasoning for the sickness in the first place?”

You watched them look at each other, exchanging looks of trepidation. It seemed like they were trying their best to choose their words carefully.

“Mesh’la,” Hunter began, “It would seem your lineage is very, very old. On Mandalore, our people have a word for those in your line…”

You raised a brow.

“Ori’Sol,” he said, sitting down at the table bench, “The loth wolves told us that they knew why we had brought you to them. They told us you were Ori’Sol. Your lineage goes back to ancient Jedi. They didn’t seem surprised you were feeling this sickness.”

“What is Ori’Sol? Am I Mandalorian like you?” You asked, setting down your stirring spoon.

“No, well, I don’t think you are,” Tech corrected, “Ori’Sol is an old legend from our people. It’s a story about an ancient Jedi who had many alphas and many pups. She had started many lines of omegas with the same ability. They spread all throughout the galaxy over many generations.” He had been researching on your walk back, you realized.

You were still confused, “So what? Am I part of this lineage?”

“It would seem, you’re an Ori’Sol Omega. Very rare in our designations,” Tech explained, “It means you can have many mates.”

“The wolves said you were sick because your soul had already chosen Crosshair as a mate despite no bite,” Echo said.

“What?” You shook your head with a laugh, “That doesn’t make any sense. Crosshair isn’t my mate.”

“It doesn’t really seem to make a difference. It’s more like your soul chose him as a mate,” Hunter explained, “Which also means that if the same rules apply, so did he.”

"That's why you felt the pain of the betrayal after Order 66," Tech pointed out. You just stood there, confused, jaw hanging open, flabbergasted. "How is that even possible?"

"I'm assuming that's why Crosshair had to be tortured. He was fighting the clone programming, trying to save you," Tech nodded.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Quickly wiping them away, you took a deep breath to center yourself. "Okay, but I know he's not my mate... he doesn't smell any different like everyone says a mate does."

"I think it's one-sided with an Ori'Sol," Hunter thought. "That makes the most sense as you smell very unique to us."

"Fives said even you smelled good to him," Tech typed into his datapad, looking for an answer. "What if an Ori'Sol carries the unique scent to attract many different alphas instead of just the fated singular partner?"

"Uh, this is getting more confusing," Wrecker plopped down next to you while you continued to cook.

"This is just a hypothesis," you shook your head. "I've never even heard of Ori'Sol Omegas before."

"Not many have," Tech said, scrolling through information. "It seems a lot of them have historically been executed."

"Oh, great," you sighed, picking up a plate to dump the steaming contents of food onto for Wrecker.

"Except on Mandalore," Tech showed you his datapad.

You read through the explanation. Since Mandalore had many matriarchal practices, Ori'Sol omegas were considered great gifts to society. Their unique nature was seen as a blessing from the gods.

"Hmm," you ripped open a packet of freeze-dried vegetables and started rehydrating them.

"Pip is a blessing," Wrecker crushed you into a hug. You squeaked before going limp. Wrecker smiled and put you back down on your feet with a kiss to your head. You looked at them as they stayed standing there, looking like they still had something else to say.

"Spill it before I make Echo tell me," you pointed a spoon in their direction.

Hunter swallowed and looked to Tech.

Tech pushed up his goggles. "The last part of the interaction with the loth wolves revealed that you also view... us," he gestured to his brothers, "as your mates."

You felt the blush creeping up on your cheeks then looked down to the food, continuing to turn them over in the sizzling pan.

"Anything else?" you coughed, feeling Wrecker staring into your soul.

"And the wolf told us to take care of you," Hunter whispered. "To take care of our mate."

You looked up at him. Did that mean... no...

"Your soul chose us mesh'la, but it seems ours chose yours too," Hunter crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You turned off the burner and set down the spoon starting to feel your heart race. Hunter perked up hearing the change in speed.

"I don't even know what to say," you sat down, running a hand through your hair, feeling stress flooding your system. "That means we're mated? I don't understand… If I leave your sides, am I going to, like, die? What if something happens to one of you? Oh my god. Is that why they had to put me into stasis while you were off-planet? Oh my god... oh my god!" You stood up abruptly, "Crosshair's never going to stop searching for me... He's going to go fucking feral!" You squeaked. "He's probably coming right now!”

Echo stood up. "Relax, there's no way he knows where we are."

"But I've seen him track his targets. He's almost as good at it as Hunter," you whined. "It's only a matter of time!”

"Y/N, please calm down," Tech sighed. "You're going to faint again."

You let out a stressed cry before starting to pace in a circle. "What exactly did the wolves do to fix the bond?” You touched your sternum, “It feels empty in here.” 

Hunter looked down at the ground, knowing you weren't going to like the answer. "They severed it," he said with an exhale.

You shrieked. "He's going to think I'm dead! If there's a bond, he would have felt it! He's going to hunt you all down to the ends of the galaxy!" This was so royally bad. Crosshair was definitely losing his damn mind right now. Probably tearing apart Tapoca city and murdering everyone in sight as we speak.

"We can handle Crosshair," Hunter reassured. "You need to try to calm down or you'll faint like Tech said."

You forced yourself to sit back down.

"What about the Empire?" you looked at them frantically. "They know! And they wanted me for something. They let Crosshair be around me... and Tarkin! They know exactly what I am."

"We still need to figure out what that might be, but maybe it won't matter if we just lay low and stay out of the way of the Empire," Wrecker suggested.

"And where could we possibly do that?" you growled, pushing your palms to your forehead. "They're everywhere. You guys don't even have any credits!"

They blanked, realizing this might be a little more difficult than they had realized.

"Oh my god! My credits!" you stood up. "We have to go to a banking system right now! I have to pull out all my credits before the Empire seizes them." You stole Tech's datapad from his hand to start searching for places. "If they're coming after me, or if Crosshair is, they'll know where I am when I pull the money. We'll have to leave quickly and hide somewhere fast."

"Assuming they haven't changed the currency," Tech noted. "If that's the case, then I think your credits may not be as valuable."

"Regardless, we have to do this fast," you nodded to the ship console. "Get it going or whatever Hunter says."

They looked to Hunter, who repeated the same gesture, and they sprung into action.

"What system has your same banking union?" Tech asked, taking back his datapad. "Ord Mantel?" He scowled.

"It's the closest, and yeah, my bank is a little sus. That's what happens when you grow up dirt-poor on Coruscant," you crossed your arms defensively.

"Ord Mantel it is," Tech punched in the coordinate codes.

Hunter wrapped a hand around your bicep, guiding you into the bunks. You allowed him to drag you through the ship before stepping aside away from his brothers. "Don't think I'm just going to let you gloss over the fact that we're mates," he cornered you, pressing you against the wall of his bunk. 

You pressed your hands to his chest and looked up at him as he caged you in. Your heart continued to race but the adoring look in his eyes started to dull the panic. 

"I don't even know what to say or think, Hunter..." you looked down suddenly, too overwhelmed by his intense eyes. "This is just happening so fast."

"I literally witnessed the craziest shit of my life today, only to confirm that you are, in fact, made for me," he gently gripped your chin, lifting it to force you to look at him. "We can take it at whatever pace you want, mesh'la, but I'm never, ever letting you go.” He vowed.

You struggled to breathe; he was making you feel warm and tingly. "I just want it all to happen naturally. There isn't exactly a handbook for this particular situation."

He chuckled. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"The universe is changing so fast... and—" you croaked, "and Cross..." Your heart ached just a tinge, "This isn't the situation I imagined when picturing my future with my husband."

"I don't think it was for any of us," he agreed, "We kind of just came to terms with the fact we'd probably die on the battlefield. I never thought we'd be here now, but as shitty as it is, I wouldn't change it for the world as long as I get to have met you." He nuzzled the side of your head.

"I wouldn't change it either, Hunter," you sighed, "I just don't even know how to handle this. Like, are you all okay with this? This is kind of crazy."

"I think my vod are fine with it," he let out a breathy laugh, "We've wanted you for much longer than all of this."

"Do you think the Ori'Sol thing is why you were all more inclined to share?" you wondered.

"Maybe," he nodded, "Clones have a tendency to share everything... even women," he smirked, "But this always felt a bit deeper, I think."

"You think the Force bonded our souls earlier than all of this?" you asked.

"Yeah," he smiled, "I do."

"I'd like to think that too," you smiled up at him. He returned the expression before leaning forwards to bring his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss, letting him guide you.

This kiss was so much more different than the ones before. It was filled with so much love and emotion, you felt yourself flutter with excitement.

"Hey… Hey!" Wrecker burst into the room pouting as you two broke apart smiling.

"I want pip time," he reached for you, but Hunter shoved him away.

"She's not a toy, Wrek," he growled.

"I know," he crossed his arms, "She's our mate."

You shivered from the conviction in his voice. It felt so right to hear him call you that. It felt like you belonged. And you hadn't felt like that in a long while.

You felt the ship rumble as it lifted into the air. The trip to Ord Mantel wouldn't take long, according to Tech, which you were glad for. Time was of the essence.

You looked between Hunter and Wrecker, "So how does this work? How do I make sure you're all happy?"

Hunter crossed his arms, "We can make a schedule, so everyone gets their fair time with you on their own. We can start building relationships that way."

"Works for me," Wrecker agreed.

"And what about…" you pointed to your neck, specifically the gland there, "How does that work?"

"One bridge at a time," Hunter smiled, "Plus, I don't think we're ready for that big step yet, huh?"

You nodded, glad that was his answer. You were a little intimidated by a lifelong commitment like that, but then again, you didn't know if that even would apply to you in this circumstance.

An omega with multiple alphas? That's insane. This whole thing is insane...

"Can I have the first night?" Wrecker asked, making you smile at the lovey eyes he was giving you.

"We draw straws," Hunter rolled his eyes.

Wrecker groaned but relented. Fair is fair.

~~~

"You're seriously drawing straws?" Echo shook his head.

"Well, what else do you suggest?" Hunter held out his fist with the straws.

Echo just shut his mouth to let the sergeant carry on.

"Longest gets the first night, shortest gets third," he said, holding out his fist.

Tech drew, then Wrecker, leaving Hunter with the last one.

They all flipped over their palms, revealing the stick lengths.

Wrecker groaned; his was third.

You stifled a giggle at his forlorn expression.

Tech revealed his, then Hunter.

Hunter had the longest, and Tech had the middle.

So that was the order... eldest to youngest, how coincidental.

"So that's settled," you smirked, leaning into Echo. He just threw his scomp arm around your shoulder, watching Wrecker grovel for Tech's night instead. You laughed, feeling the first semblance of normalcy again... even the nagging reminder of Crosshair settled in the back of your mind giving you a moment of peace.

Echo then whipped around, hearing the telltale chime that you were exiting hyperspace, "On approach," he said, sitting back down in his chair with Tech.

"Ord Mantel, everyone," Echo said, directing Tech to the nearest empty spaceport.

The Marauder was set down gently, and the five of you exited the ship. You threw the last few remaining credits you had at the port owner before taking off into the unfamiliar city.

"The bank should be just up here," Tech directed everyone to a seedy-looking building.

"That doesn't look like a bank," you raised a brow.

"It would appear to be a local dive bar, but it says here that the owner has a money transfer machine inside," Tech replied.

"Whatever works," you dug around in your bag, pulling your bank card out. Hunter entered first with Wrecker, while you followed behind with Echo and Tech.

The bar was dark and dingy, with two locals playing sabacc at a table, but other than that, the place was empty. You saw the money transfer machine in the back corner and made a beeline while the others checked out the bar.

While you were plugging in your banking info, Echo and Hunter settled at the counter.

“You know her credits won't hold us for long. The Republic doesn’t pay anyone very well,” Echo pointed out.

“It will be enough to get us on our feet. We’ll pick a low-key planet on the outer rim and find some land to keep her safe,” Hunter rested an elbow on the table, watching you carefully.

“You know he’ll come after you,” Echo said lowly. “She’s right, it’s only a matter of time. Especially if he thinks she’s dead.”

“He won’t be able to find us. We won’t leave a trail,” Hunter replied.

“What happens if she needs him?” Echo asked honestly. He was still worried you’d eventually turn sick again.

Hunter stared at his vod. “Then we’ll find him.”

“You make everything sound simple,” Echo shook his head. “Nothing about this is simple. What if this new empire decides they want her?”

“Then we’ll disappear,” Hunter stared at you. “I won't lose her, Echo. I can’t.”

Echo sighed as you came trotting over. You gave them a solemn shake of the head. “It didn’t work,” you groaned, “They already changed the currency.” 

Echo looked to Hunter.

“I hear you need some work,” a smiley voice caught all of your attention.

“And you are?” Echo deadpanned.

“The owner of this fine establishment,” the Trandoshan waved around. “I’m Cid,” she narrowed her yellow eyes. “You’re clones.”

Hunter furrowed his brow.

“I’m in need of some muscle. You guys complete this job for me, I’ll split the earnings 60% - $40,” she offered.

“What do we get out of this?” Tech asked. “We seem to be doing all the heavy lifting.”

“I don’t tell the Empire sweet-cheeks is here,” she pointed at you with her gangly claw, “and we both get paid.”

Hunter tensed. She must have overheard him talking to Echo at the bar. Kark.

“What’s the job?” Hunter asked skeptically knowing they are going to be in desperate need of some credits. 

“A rescue,” she pulled out a bar stool to sit. “I need you to find a kid named Muchi…”

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Heated ~ pt.12

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Angst! The rise of the empire and that hoe Tarkin. ImperialCrosshair and mind control. Some medical jargon and more angst.

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“What the fuck just happened?” 

You felt Tech's hand on your shoulder making you jump at the touch. As the adrenaline wore off, you felt the shakes start to roll in. Slowly rising, you hugged yourself, relieved that none of Crosshair's bullets had punched a hole in you.

"What's wrong with you?" Wrecker shoved Crosshair into the snow, the sniper went flying with a huff.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Tech asked, looking you over. "Why would you do that?" His eyes betrayed a mix of worry, anger, and fear.

"I-I don't know... something just made me do it," you whined, tears sliding down your cheeks.

The other clones stormed through the woods, guns drawn. Tech pushed you protectively behind him as Hunter engaged with the other soldiers. They were all acting strangely. When the captain explained Order 66 to Hunter and how the Jedi had turned on the Republic, you couldn't believe your ears.

You started feeling unable to breathe. They were all dead? The Jedi? How could this be?

"Y/N?" Tech turned to look at you. Clutching your chest, you looked up at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes as your heart raced loudly clouding your hearing. Your vision started to fade, and you collapsed into the snow, everything going dark as panic and stress consumed you into unconsciousness.

"Y/N!" Wrecker's booming voice faded into nothingness.

~~~

When you woke up, you were on the Marauder. Your eyes felt impossibly heavy, and your body tingled all over as the numbness faded.

"Y/N?" Tech's gentle hands stroked your cheek affectionately, and you leaned into his touch.

"Mmm." You felt your voice trying to come back to you. "What happened?"

Tech pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You had a panic attack, mesh'la."

"Scared the karking shit out of us," Wrecker's voice came from the foot of your bed. You realized you were in their bunks. Everyone was there except Crosshair.

"Where's Cross?" You asked, trying to sit up slowly. Tech helped you up.

"He's up front," Hunter said, giving you a small smile.

"What happened?" You asked again, not quite remembering the situation.

"The war is over," Echo informed you.

"It's over?" You scrunched your brows together. "H-how?"

"General Kenobi killed General Grievous on Utapau. The separatists fell, and then…" Echo looked at the others before returning his gaze to you. "The Jedi turned on the Republic. They tried to assassinate the Chancellor."

The look on your face made everyone nervous you were going to have another fainting spell.

"They turned on the Republic?" You were in disbelief. "Why would they ever do that?"

They just shrugged, unsure as well. You tried to replay your last few memories with the pup and his master who had been gunned down trying to save the kid.

"The pup…" You whispered. "Did he survive?"

"I don't know, Mesh'la," Hunter rubbed your ankle.

"A-and… Crosshair… Crosshair tried to shoot me!" You suddenly filled with rage.

"Easy ad'ika," Hunter tried to soothe you, but you just threw the blanket off and shoved him out of the way, disregarding how dizzy you still might be. You stumbled into the main cabin and then into the cockpit, where Crosshair sat at attention holding firepuncher.

He just looked at you blankly as you approached him, a little wobbly still. He didn't have time to react when you reared your hand back and backhanded him so hard across the cheek that a little spit flew out of his mouth along with his pick.

"You tried to kill me!" You growled, showing your fangs. "Fuck you, Crosshair!"

"You were in direct violation of Order 66," he snarled, standing up, making the others rush to separate the two of you.

"He was just a pup!" You screamed, feeling the tears start to pour again. You never thought in a million years Crosshair would ever have turned his weapon onto you. "He didn't do anything!"

"He's a Jedi," Crosshair snarled as Wrecker pushed him back down into a seated position on the jump seats.

"So you were going to do what exactly? Shoot me and hope the bullet hit him too?!" You were hysterical. The betrayal was beginning to ache in your heart. "Have you lost your karking mind, Crosshair?"

"Good soldiers follow orders," he growled.

"You've never followed orders!" You screamed. This was madness. "I'm your unit! You don't turn on us! You don't turn on me! We're pack! You said so yourself!"

"Please, mesh'la, please try to calm down. I don't want you collapsing again," Tech pleaded with you, trying to do everything he could to soothe you.

"Why? Why is he doing this?" You cried, throwing yourself into Tech's chest. The pilot just held you as you lost the strength to stand. He carried you back to the bunk to let you sob. Not even twenty-four hours ago, you were all snuggled into your living room watching trashy TV like the perfect domestic family. You would have given anything in this moment to go back to that time.

Tech checked your heart rate again and shook his head, not liking the numbers.

"Mesh'la, we have a long journey ahead. Can I please give you a sedative so you can rest?" He was clearly worried.

"Please," you nodded, wiping your tears away. "Put me out, I-I… it hurts." You sobbed even more. To have your alpha turn on you like this was an omega's worst nightmare. The man supposed to protect you, just tried to kill you with a pup in your arms. It was one of the most horrific acts an Alpha could do.

Tech reached into your bag, grabbing the sedative. You adjusted the dose before handing it back to him. He pressed the machine to your neck, letting the medicine enter your system. You sighed, feeling the calm rush over you before you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

You just wanted to go back to your apartment with your alphas, and that's what your peaceful sleep brought you. The dreams you had were of nothing but bliss.

~~~

You had awoken moments before touching down on Kamino. You had asked Hunter to come talk with you in private as you were concerned about how you were all going to be able to proceed.

"Mesh'la, I'm-" He stepped forward, cupping your cheeks in his palms. "I'm so sorry."

"Hunter…" You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say the words you weren't wanting to have to say. "I need you to grant me medical leave." You sighed.

He looked down at you and nodded, knowing that this was coming. "Is that what you want?"

You nodded. "I-I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all of this. I just want to go home… just for a little bit."

"I'll grant it, but on one condition." He leaned down to look you in the eyes, wanting to punch Crosshair for the tears welling in your eyes again.

"What is it?" You whispered.

"That you don't give up. That you come back when you've had some time to process everything."

You chewed your lip and looked into his amber eyes full of emotion.

"I promise." You whispered. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You didn't really have it in you to speak anymore, so when they all disembarked the ship, you just gathered your things to report to the medical checkpoint.

Everything seemed slightly different as you looked around. The regs were marching in perfect lines, and the medical staff seemed to be packing up their things. You looked around for Kix, but there was no sign of him. You sighed and went into the restrooms that the medical personnel were given during the times their units were on base.

Rarely had you stayed here, usually opting for a hammock next to Echo in the 99’s barracks, but you didn't really want to be around Crosshair right now. You hadn't really felt heartbreak before, but based on all the angsty songs and books you’ve read, you deduced this had to be it.

It felt horrible.

"Are you alright?" A nurse asked you as she watched you from her workstation.

You just nodded and gave her a side smile. She looked you over one more time before going back to her work. 

You were, in fact, not alright.

Nothing about this felt alright. You couldn't help but think about Anakin. Where the hell was he? Was he alright? Had he been killed? He was friends with the Chancellor; there’s no way he would have turned on him too? And Kenobi? Was he alright? Your thoughts were starting to make you sick…

You laid in the uncomfortable bunk, staring up at the ceiling until you got a buzz on your com signaling it was time for dinner. The time just seemed to have melted away as you swam in the depths of your thoughts. You had fought back tears on multiple occasions, trying to come to terms with this whole ordeal.

When you finally swung your feet over the side of the bunk and groggily laced up your shoes, you felt the hunger pangs and knew you needed to eat something.

Once again, the walk to the mess hall was unsettling. The once curious regs now acted like rigid droids. When you went over to the medic’s side of the room to grab a tray and start dishing up your dinner, you noticed your unit seated at their usual table in the far corner. They kept their heads down, eating their food, but once again, the only one you didn't see was Crosshair.

You grabbed your nutrient drink and were about to make your way over to an empty table when you were intercepted by a reg in all-white armor. "Nala Se requires your presence once you finish your meal."

You nodded. "Thanks, trooper."

Kark.

You were feeling the anxiety again as you forced the food down. This entire situation was getting weirder by the minute. You tried your best to ignore the sense that something bad was coming.

Once you cleared your tray, you placed it into the hands of a service droid and grabbed your things to make your way towards the medical wing. You grabbed your access card and swiped it, allowing you to enter the research labs. You followed a series of hallways before entering Nala Se's office. The tall grayish alien stood facing one of her DNA extraction machines.

"You requested me, ma'am?" You asked, standing at attention, realizing you were unsure if you were even considered a medic anymore. The GAR no longer seemed to exist?

She spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I require more samples for testing. The information your unit brought me has been most helpful in developing a quick cure."

"That’s good, ma'am," you nodded. "But I must ask, as the GAR no longer exists, am I still considered a soldier’s medic?"

"I am not entirely versed in the Imperial ways yet, but as they have seized operations here on Kamino, us, and the clones all fall under Imperial ownership. I would assume that means you too?"

"How can I confirm this information?" You asked, not liking her choice of words. You volunteered to join the GAR; you didn’t give over your autonomy to the Imperial Regime.

"I would check with General Tarkin's office; he's been sent here to evaluate the effectiveness of the clones." She replied, sending the sample droid over your way. You took a seat and rolled up your sleeve, allowing the droid to take the samples she required.

When the droid had finished, you took a bandage to cover the small prick wound.

"Do you know where my commanding officer is currently?" You asked, refastening your sleeve and standing up. The droid handed you a glucose tablet to keep you from getting woozy.

She pulled out her datapad, checking. "CT-9901 seems to be in the training facility for evaluations."

"Thank you. Is that all?" You stood by the door.

"For now. Yes." She turned back to her work, dismissing you.

You left, trying to figure out where General Tarkin's office could possibly be. You asked a guard posted in the hallway, and he directed you in the general location. You continued onwards until you reached the office you think belongs to the imperial officer.

You stepped inside to find other Imperials walking around various holodesk and carrying updated datapads. Approaching the main desk, you said, "Excuse me?"

The man behind the desk looked up at you. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually, I was wondering how I'd check my occupation status? I was a civilian medic for the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to be doing."

"Were you not directed back to Coruscant?" The man asked.

"No, sir," you replied, picking up your access badge and handing it to him.

He took it and pushed it into the reader, pulling up your file. "It says here you are on pending status. That means you need to decide if you’re going to re-enlist in the new conscription program or be terminated.”

"Terminated?" You raised a brow.

"Your status will be terminated as an Imperial medic," he corrected.

You were relieved; that's what he meant.

"Is it alright if I come back to make that decision? I need to speak to my commanding officer first."

He nodded and handed back your access badge.

You spun around and calmly stepped out of the office before starting to jog down the hall back towards the boys' barracks.

When you finally made it to the door, you punched in the access code, revealing them gathered around the center table.

"Pip?" Wrecker's face brightened.

"What are you doing?" You looked down at the holo table in front of them, showing a map of jungle terrain.

"We're being sent on another mission to settle some insurgents on Onderon," Hunter said, pointing to the hologram.

"Already?" You couldn't bring yourself to move from the doorway.

Hunter nodded. "Are you alright?"

You just looked at him, probably like a musha deer in headlights.

"Y/N…" Tech took a step towards you.

You just stared at him, then at the others. You noticed Crosshair still looking at you with that blank stare. It made your insides churn.

"They wanted to know if I would be reenlisting… or else my status within the Imperial army will be terminated," you blurted out. "And I think Nala Se still wants my blood, so I don't know what I should - or if I should even - ugh, I don't know." You rubbed your eyes.

"How about we start with you coming inside?" Hunter and Tech took your hands, gently tugging you down into the room. The door finally closed behind you, leaving you alone in their room with the rain pattering on the window outside.

"Why are you freaking out?" Echo asked.

"I just - I didn't like the way Nala Se spoke earlier, and it sent me into a spiral. And I don't even know if my friends are alive, or what to feel, everything is changing so fast!" You whimpered.

"Do you still want to go back to Coruscant?" Hunter asked, sitting down in front of you.

"What?" Echo narrowed his brow. "You're leaving?"

You swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears for the tenth time today. "I need a break. I'm not built like you all, I can't handle all of this. Apparently all of my friends became terrorists overnight, everyone is acting crazy, and Crosshair wants me dead, so…" You growled out the last part.

The sniper didn't even flinch at your words; he just continued to chew on his toothpick.

"I think it's best if I take medical leave. Just for a bit so I can figure out everything," you sighed, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Pip, you can't leave," Wrecker pouted and whined.

"It's not forever, big guy," you sighed.

"What happens if, when you reenlist, they assign you somewhere else?" Tech asked.

You hadn't really thought about that. "Hunter can request me again."

"No, this is ridiculous," Echo interjected. "Tiny isn't going anywhere. You need to lock in and open your eyes. Things are weird at the moment. Coruscant was just attacked by separatists; it's not safe there either. You're safest here with us. Your pack, for maker's sake."

"Am I safe here?" You asked again, getting flashbacks to being at the wrong end of Crosshair's rifle and the shaking of that poor Jedi pup.

"As long as you don't go trying to save traitors," Crosshair bit out.

You took in a shaky inhale, trying not to let him get under your skin. You felt just like you did three months ago when Crosshair never so much as said five consecutive words to you in a row unless it was to criticize your closeness with regs.

"How about after our mission, we'll find you on Coruscant, and we can talk again after you've had some time to think about what you want to do," Hunter said, trying to be diplomatic even though his alpha vehemently disagreed with leaving his omega behind.

You nodded, hoping that this would work. "I'll take the first transport out tonight. You'll know where to find me."

Wrecker let out a broken whine when you turned to leave the barracks. Unable to look back. You knew if you looked back and saw Wrecker’s eyes you’d fold.

You turned the corner, heading back towards the medical wing to gather your belongings when you were stopped by a group of Coruscant guards. You looked up at them, confused to see the red markings.

"Miss Y/L/N, just the woman I was looking for," General Tarkin's voice cut through the air like ice.

You froze momentarily before turning to face the admiral. You stood at attention. "Admiral Tarkin, what can I do for you?"

"Would you mind coming with me? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you."

You swallowed thickly, stifling down the fear rising in your chest. He ushered you to follow him, which you did diligently. In your mind, you silently prayed the boys would come running after you. There’s no way the second most important man in the galaxy wanted to speak with you… privately. 

"I understand you've been with the Republic army since the beginning of the war?" Tarkin must have read your file.

"Yes, sir. I volunteered after completing my medical program in Coruscant.”

"You served under General Anakin Skywalker, correct?" He asked, even though it was obvious he already knew everything on record about you.

“Yes."

"Then you transferred to the Special Forces 99?”

“Yes."

"Any particular reason?”

"I became close with Commander Tano. Once she left the Jedi Temple, I wanted a fresh start, sir.”

"I understand. Now forgive me if I'm getting too personal, but I'd like to know more about your history before the GAR.”

"Uhm, yeah, sorry. Yes," you nodded, thrown off a bit. You were trying to figure out where the hell this was all leading to.

"You were born on Coruscant. Where is your family?" He sat down in his chair.

"Dead, sir.”

“Dead?"

"Yes. Both of my parents died in a factory explosion when I was three, sir. I have no other living relatives.”

"How did you survive this long in Coruscant with no family?”

"The Republic had social programs, sir. I was raised in an orphanage and put through school. I performed so well in my last years of education, I was offered a full ride scholarship to attend Coruscant University's medical program.”

"Then you joined the military?" He seemed a bit confused. "Aren't you a bit overqualified for all this? You could have had a luxurious life back in the capital in one of those high rises.”

"I wanted to see the galaxy, sir. There was nothing left for me on Coruscant. I wouldn't have changed my fate for all the money in the world.”

"You like the thrill of it all," he nodded, understanding that.

"I enjoyed every moment of it. Even the tough parts.”

He nodded, ”Do you feel that your skills have been met working with the Special Forces 99?”

"If by that you mean I've had to patch them up a few times, then yes, sir, I have. They're an incredible group of soldiers, but they do have a tendency to get a bit banged up in their line of service.”

"I heard about the incident on Crait," he began. "That must have been terrifying.”

"Um, yes. I guess you could describe it as such.”

"You're close with those men, correct?”

You didn't like his tone. He seemed to be insinuating that there was something more. Like he knew about everything. This man was a snake. You saw that now, clear as day. He was trying to lure you into telling him everything.

You tilted your head. "In what way, sir?” He was going to have to spell this one out.

He smirked. "You've been with them for over nine months now. Living in such close quarters like that, you're bound to develop a… bond.”

You scrunched your brows. "Sir, I assure you, it has remained entirely professional. Yes, being in high-stress situations, I had to learn to trust them. It seemed harder for them to accept me. They barely spoke to me for six months. It wasn't until Crait that I think they finally started to warm up to me. Perhaps it's more of a trauma bond.”

He laughed. It didn't seem fake or anything; he actually thought you were making a joke… and the old fart thought you were funny.

You sat there awkwardly, waiting for him to stop chuckling. You chewed your lip, totally bewildered by this entire situation. Grand Admiral Tarkin was laughing at a joke you didn't even intend to make. What the karking hell is going on?

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, calming down finally, trying to restore his neutral expression. “Apologies."

You just smiled awkwardly, checking your chrono; kark, it was getting closer to your departure time for the shuttle.

"Is there anything else you wish to ask me, Admiral?" You wanted out of there… now!

"Yes, actually." He cleared his throat one more time, becoming the serious man again. "I wanted to ask you about the events on Kaller.”

You swallowed nervously.

"My men reported that the young Jedi had escaped Imperial custody and you are to blame."

Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you start to feel faint. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kark. Fuck. Dammit.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tarkin cut you off. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble. One of your unit members informed me that you are, in fact, an Omega.”

"Yes, sir," your voice wavered a bit.

"As an alpha, I understand that we all have certain instincts we cannot ignore, as it is yours to protect pups with your life." He studied you. "I was also informed you broke orders by leaving your post to search out this young boy, putting yourself in the middle of an active battlefield. Clearly, you weren't in your right senses. I was also informed that your life was put in danger by your unit member.”

You were trembling now, feeling like a little prey animal stuck in the jaws of a wild tooka.

"Crosshair was just trying to follow orders, sir. It was my fault we were in that situation at all," you tried to defend your alpha, even though you were still royally pissed at him.

"It's okay, Y/N," he was trying to make you feel a little comfortable again. "I'm actually more curious about the others.”

"The others, sir?" You were lost now; why the hell does he want to know about them?

"Yes, I want to know what their reaction was to seeing their omeg- oops, apologies, their medic in direct line of fire.”

His slip-up was no accident. You could see the gears turning behind his beady eyes. He was trying to sus something out of you, and you were starting to guess what it was.

"They stopped Crosshair from killing me, sir," you deadpanned. "That's how the pup got away. He ran when Crosshair was distracted.”

"Yes, but what did they do exactly?" He was leering at you from his desk.

"They tried to encourage me to let go of the boy. I didn't, and Crosshair went to shoot. The child blocked the shot. Crosshair went to shoot again, and before he could kill me to get to the child, they tackled him into the snow long enough for the kid to run." You shook your head. "I had my back turned to them, sir; I didn't see what happened until after. Then I fainted from stress."

"Fainted?" He raised a brow.

You nodded. "I'm used to some level of stress, Admiral, but I'm rarely ever in the actual war zones. My Sergeant usually orders me to stay on the ship in case of emergencies.”

"I see," he said, clasping his hands together and resting them on his desk.

"Is that all, sir?" You wanted out of there… now!

"Yes, that is all. Thank you for your time." He dismissed you, and you tried to get out of there as quickly as possible without coming off rude.

When you were finally in the clear, you let out the breath you had been holding before starting into a jog to get to the transport station, praying the shuttle hadn't departed yet. You rounded the corners, nearly flying off balance a few times and bumping into clones as you went.

You spotted the transport in the distance and tightened your backpack straps before sprinting forward.

"Wait!" You yelled and waved at the clone in charge of the shuttle. He saw you and waved you over, waiting for you to hop on. You continued your run across the landing platform, getting closer.

"Stop her! Stop that omega!" a voice commanded from behind you.

You whipped your head around, seeing Tarkin standing there with an armada of red guards.

What? Me?

The guards raised their weapons, and suddenly, it felt like you were hit with ice water. Holy kark. They were aiming at you.

You saw the stun blasts whiz past you and yelped, trying to dodge them to the best of your ability.

"Don’t injure her!" Tarkin ordered.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

You dodged another, but unfortunately, you didn’t see the one you stepped right in front of.

You yipped, getting hit in the side and collapsing onto the ground, feeling numb. The last thing you saw before you were forced into unconsciousness was the Coruscant guards rushing over to you, weapons drawn. Damn, Hunter’s going to be so mad. Their red masks faded into darkness while one of them bent down to lift you off the cold platform.

~~~ One Week Later ~~~

"What's her status, doctor?"

"She wasn't that injured on the platform, luckily. I've kept her in stasis while she's recovered to keep her stress levels at a minimum. I'll begin running tests on her genetic structure before I can give you a definitive answer on her lineage."

"Her alpha wasn’t very forthcoming with this information either. Please make sure to increase the efficacy of his programming before their bond overrides the chip’s primary function. As for the others, they’ve committed treason against the empire. I must terminate them."

"May I suggest we try increasing their programming as well before taking such extreme actions?"

"I know they're your favorite creations, but they are too unpredictable."

"What about the omega? If your suspicions are correct, her health will decline if separated from them."

"Then they will remain imprisoned here."

You heard the conversation, but the words were fuzzy as you tried your hardest to come back to the land of the living. From what you could tell, you were in a bed. There were sounds of medical monitoring machines watching your vitals, and then the telltale whirling sound of medical droids buzzing about. So, a medical facility…

You also knew those voices belonged to none other than Nala Se and Tarkin. 

Still on Kamino, you deduced. 

Definitely missed the shuttle to Coruscant. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to the artificial light. It must have been dimmed for your comfort as you exited the artificial stasis. 

You caught the back of Tarkin’s head leaving the viewing window, along with Nala Se, who watched you with her dark eyes.

"What did you do?" You bit out, feeling the agitation arise. When you tried to get up, you realized you had been restrained to the hospital bed. You flailed, starting to feel yourself get worked up.

"Please remain calm," a medical droid chirped at you. "You have been restrained for your own safety.”

"My what?" You snarled at the droid. "Let me out!”

"If you don’t try to relax, we will have to sedate you," the droid warned.

You ceased your struggling and forced yourself to lay back down to try and still your racing system. The fight or flight response was strong. You immediately started trying to figure out a way to get out of these fabric-lined binders.

~~~

"Where is she?" Hunter snarled, throwing his fists against the cell's force field.

"Shut up, inmate," the guard growled back before returning to his conversation.

Hunter paced back and forth, watching them like a wolf.

"I thought she was supposed to be on Coruscant," Wrecker slumped down onto the cell's bench.

"She never made it, Wreck," Echo whispered. "Layla said she never came back home."

"So she's here," Tech said, looking at the guards chatting. "We haven't been executed yet, so that means something else is going on that we don't know about."

"Where did they take Crosshair?" Wrecker asked.

"Who knows," Hunter growled lowly. "But we need to get out of here."

"Working on it," Tech said, analyzing the space. "This isn't a prison."

"I beg to differ," Echo rolled his eyes.

"No, this city was built before it was used as a military base of operations," Tech looked around tapping the walls, getting to work explaining how the walls aren't built to withstand someone like Wrecker.

~~~

Nala Se entered the room, wandering over to the computerized testing machine. "What is this?" you demanded.

"Admiral Tarkin is interested in your genetic lineage," she whispered back, plugging in information to the database. "It would seem that you have very unique DNA."

"I didn’t agree to this. You can’t hold me prisoner here," you yanked on the binders.

"Would you prefer I bring in CT-9904? Would he make you feel safer?" She asked.

You snorted, "I want out."

"I can’t release you, Omega. I’m sorry," she typed into her datapad.

"My name is Y/N," you bit out, wanting nothing more than to deck this alien in her stupid needle neck.

"Perhaps I should get CT-9904," she pushed a few buttons into her datapad.

You hissed, tugging on the restraints, hoping they’d snap when the door whooshed open and there stood Crosshair. He wore strange armor and didn’t have his helmet. You kept pulling, making the hospital bed creak and groan under your pressure.

"Would you please help your Omega remain calm? Stress is bad for her health," Nala Se said to Crosshair.

He silently crossed the room, approaching the side of the bed.

"Get the fuck away from me," you snarled, making him scowl. He ran a hand over your closed fists, soothing the skin there before moving up to the binders, seeing the red marks from it biting into your soft wrists. He gave you a warning growl, making you stop fighting in fear of angering him further. 

You shuddered as his hands slowly worked up the muscles of your arm before reaching your neck, where he brushed against the mating gland, making you squirm.

He flashed you his signature smirk before grabbing a stool and sliding it over for him to sit in.

"Are you misbehaving, Omega?" His silvery voice made you shiver.

"Alpha, please let me out," you whined, looking down at the restraints.

"Don’t try that with me," he chuckled. "I have orders just to keep you calm, not let you go, mesh’la."

You looked at Nala Se with a nasty scowl.

"You were about to shoot me dead, and now it’s mesh’la again?" You lurched at him, but he didn’t flinch at your attempt to spook him.

"Sorry, ad’ika, I wasn’t thinking straight," he brushed your hair from your eyes, tucking a stray piece behind your ear.

"Oh, and now you are?" You were pissed.

"It’s in his programming to protect and care for you, Y/N, you don’t need to doubt that," Nala Se said before stepping out of the room.

"You told them?" You whisper-yelled.

"It’s protocol to report relations," he leaned close, running his nose along your hairline. "They had to fix me up, like I said, I wasn’t thinking straight before. They knew my omega needed me."

"What did they do to you?" You backed up, looking at him in his entirety. Nothing he was saying was making any damn sense. You weren’t his mate… what was he getting on about? The old Crosshair never would have told them about what happened on Mimban, nor would he have ever put you in danger. You knew you had to find Fives. It seems like the only thing making sense is what he was trying to tell you earlier.

"They just helped me remember my purpose, mesh’la," he went to give you a small kiss, but you turned your head away and laid back down on the mattress, trying to ignore him. You were still mad even though whatever was in him giving you the cold shoulder after Kaller was reversed, it didn’t matter. He was using your feelings for him to manipulate you, even if it was under orders.

He sighed and decided to leave you be. You stopped fighting the restraints, so he moved to exit. "If you need me, adi’ka, I’ll be outside."

You stared at the wall, refusing to look at him. You sensed him hesitate before stepping outside, leaving you alone in the darkened room. 

You fought back tears. That wasn’t your Crosshair. You had no idea what these monsters were doing to him, but you knew it had something to do with what happened to Tup. 

Staring blankly at the wall to your right, you wanted to just be put back under. This was not a situation you ever envisioned yourself being in, and seeing Crosshair acting so differently was making you anxious. You had to get the fuck out of here.

Looking to the table sitting next to you, there was a set of surgical tools sitting on a sterile tray. One of the tools you knew very, very well… a laser suture.

"Thank the Force," you whispered, leaning forwards. 

You knew if you just leaned slightly forwards, you could grab it with your teeth. Pushing yourself further, the restraint on your left arm was starting to bite into your skin again, and your joints started to ache. 

You knew if you pushed it too far, you’d dislocate your arm, so you just took it very slowly. 

Using your forehead to nudge the tray closer, you heard it rattle slightly, praying Crosshair wouldn’t hear. You took a deep breath and continued nudging it closer. 

When it was finally within reach, you picked up the pen-looking tool between your teeth and very, very slowly, you brought it up off the tray and into your lap where you dropped it into your right hand. Then, very stealthily, you pushed the roller tray back to where it was. 

You heard the door suddenly open, and you very discreetly rolled the pen under your hand so he couldn’t see. 

“Fuck off, Crosshair," you grunted while checking the room. 

Nothing seemed out of place as he ducked back outside, leaving you alone once again. Getting out of the restraints was going to be the easy part; getting past Crosshair, well, that was going to be next to impossible. 

You gripped onto the laser suture, getting it primed. Once you heard it power up, you pressed the ignition and aimed it at the straps, listening to the leather burn while you cut straight lines. 

First was your right wrist, then your left, then both ankles. You sighed in relief being able to finally move freely again. You stretched quickly before looking for something to incapacitate the sniper to make your grand exit. 

First, you grabbed one of the metal trays, thinking you could bonk him on the head, but then your eyes landed on the gold. 

One of the sedatives they used on you was lying in the refrigerator under the research desk. 

You grabbed the syringe and climbed back into bed, making it look like nothing had happened. You were just about to cry out for him when your prayers must have been answered. The emergency alarms started blaring, signaling an intruder in Tapoca City… the perfect distraction. 

You saw Crosshair run off with his new helmet fastened on to answer the call. 

You were alone… thank the Maker. Grabbing the tray as backup, you ran to the door, smashing the access button and running out of the doors at lightning speed, heading in the opposite direction of Crosshair. 

Your bare feet thudded against the polished floors as you navigated the city to get to the shuttle port. On your way there, you swung past the hangar bay, noticing a familiar-looking ship parked inside. 

The Marauder. 

The boys were here? You looked around but didn’t see them. Deciding to take your chance, you dipped into the hangar bay, ducking behind crates, trying to scope out the situation. The Marauder was your best shot of getting out of here undetected; you had heard Tech brag about its anti-tracking capabilities too many times. 

Deciding to move forwards, you bent down, removing the padded cuffs from your limbs to free yourself while you lifted the lid off one of the crates in search of a weapon. 

"She’s not here!" Echo’s voice caught your attention. 

"I traced her back here through the security system!" Tech growled. 

"Echo?" You popped your head up from behind the crate, startling them. 

"See?" Tech pointed at you as he ran over to embrace you. You hugged him back, realizing he wasn’t wearing his armor. None of them were, actually. 

"What happened?" You asked, accepting all of their hugs. 

"We’ll explain later," Hunter said, 

"I’m just glad you’re okay." You shuddered. "We have to get out of here. They did something to Crosshair, and they’ve been running experiments on me, I think." 

"You think?" Echo narrowed his eyes. 

"They kept me in stasis for a week," you shook your head. The horror of it all was starting to settle in, "Crosshair will be searching for me any minute when he realizes I’m gone." 

"You saw Crosshair?" Hunter asked, lifting the lid to a crate containing their armor. 

They quickly suited up, grabbing their weapons. 

"He was ordered to watch over me. He was more like he was before, but there’s something off about him," you were shaking now, "And they know. They know about all of us." 

"He told them?" Hunter sneered. 

"I think it was under duress," you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Hunter shook his head when he heard the hangar bay door open. 

"Is that Crosshair?" Wrecker was miffed, looking at his little brother. He was dawning head to toe black and a new Imperial uniform. Still holding Firepuncher, he walked forwards, leading a squadron of Coruscant guards. 

"Stay down," Hunter ordered you, and you stayed behind the crate, grabbing Lula. Hunter stood up, facing his brother. 

"Give me the Omega, and you all can live," Crosshair demanded. 

"What happened to you? Have you lost your damn mind?" Hunter responded. 

"Hand her over, Hunter," Crosshair growled, pointing Firepuncher at his eldest brother. 

"I can’t do that, Cross," he raised his own pistol. 

"She’ll be safe here, Hunter. You all will be," Crosshair tried to convince his brothers. 

"Doubt that," Hunter dismissed him. 

You felt the tensions rise, making you antsy. 

"Y/N?" Crosshair called out into the room. You shivered hearing his voice single you out. You looked up at Wrecker, who was crouched behind the crate above you, "Come here, darling.”

Crosshair was using a cooing voice. Just like that alpha clone in the training facility. 

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming next… 

"Crosshair, don’t," Hunter warned. 

"Omega… come," his alpha tone made your bones ache. You dug your nails into the concrete floor, fighting the command with everything you had. You whined, feeling yourself hurt. 

"Release her!" Tech yelled, watching you suffering. 

"Not a chance," Crosshair aimed Firepuncher at Hunter again, waiting for you to cave to the command. When you didn’t, he decided it was time to end this. Crosshair aimed for Hunter’s chest, squeezing the trigger. Hunter dodged the shot, letting it fly into the side of the Marauder. 

"Y/N, run to the ship!" Hunter commanded as he shot back, drawing Crosshair’s fire. You grabbed Lula and with a grunt, you ran to the ship. Tech covered you as you both ascended the steps. 

You threw yourself into the copilot seat, helping Tech power up the ship. You heard a loud shot ring out and Wrecker’s pained howl, and you squeaked, pushing the engine’s throttle, getting it running. Wrecker was definitely hit. 

Echo and Hunter quickly entered the cockpit, carrying Wrecker on their shoulder as Tech pulled the ship up into the air. Hunter closed the hatch door, the last thing you all saw was Crosshair standing on the hangar bay, putting a toothpick back between his lips and leaning his rifle on his shoulder. 

You couldn’t help but sob. 

All the tears you had been holding back came spilling out. Echo put his hand on your shoulder as the Marauder climbed in altitude. 

"You okay, Tiny?" He asked a bit worried. 

"No," you choked out, "I-I don’t want to leave him." Your entire body shook. 

"What?" Hunter couldn’t help himself. The question flew out of his mouth before he could stop it. 

"He just tried to kill us. They were experimenting on you," Echo was lost. 

"I- he- he isn’t in control. It’s what happened to Tup. Nala Se said they altered him to be like that," you sobbed, swiveling the chair around to face Echo, he embraced you, holding you to his chest, "They made him that way." You wailed, feeling the pain still in your body. 

Hunter just looked at you in shock. You were ready to slit Crosshair’s throat not even a week ago; he couldn’t believe you had changed your position so quickly.

"They tortured him." You felt Echo's chest plate become soaked in your tears. "I-I heard Tarkin say he refused to tell them about Mimban, but I think in the end he did."

"Did they hurt you?" Hunter asked, kneeling down at your side.

"Not that I know of," you shook. "They kept me out for a long time while you were all away. They could have done anything and I wouldn’t have known."

"Why did they take you, Pip?" Hunter asked, rubbing your back.

"I don’t know," you leaned on Echo. "Tarkin wanted to know about my DNA structure. He’s looking for something in my lineage I think. Interrogated me before he shot me on the shuttle port."

"He shot you?!" Echo roared.

"I was running for the shuttle, the guard stunned me then took me back to Nala Se’s lab."

"When did you see Crosshair?" Hunter asked.

"Not until a few hours ago. They made him come in to force me to submit."

Hunter snarled, "They knew."

"They took Crosshair one day ago. Probably to do whatever the hell they did to his head," Echo pieced together.

"I think he actually told Tarkin about you all long before that. Tarkin said one of you told him the truth about how the child got away."

"It wasn’t me," Echo shook his head.

"Not me," Hunter said.

"I didn’t change what we agreed on," Tech entered coordinates for a random Outer Rim system.

Wrecker groaned, "Not me."

"Then it was Crosshair," you sighed. "Whatever Order 66 did to him, he changed."

"It is known that Kaminoans use inhibitors to alter our DNA to design us as they please. Such as giving all of us our enhanced abilities, but also the ability to follow commands. It would seem that Crosshair’s must have been desiring for him to follow orders of the Empire."

You shivered, "That would make sense. Fives said-" You were cut off by your own yelp. You shoved off of Echo suddenly, making a low whining noise.

"Y/N?" Hunter asked, trying to get to you, but you just backed away, clutching at your skin.

"Something’s wrong," you hissed, flopping onto all fours and groaning in pain pawing at your sternum.

"Tech, what’s wrong with her?" Hunter asked desperately.

The pilot put the ship into autopilot before climbing out of his seat. He took a flashlight from his utility belt and lifted your chin to look up at him. He flashed the light in your eyes, watching your pupils still responding normally. Then he helped you sit back on your knees while you pressed a hand to your heart, letting out another sob. Tech moved his hands to the collar of the white patient top you were wearing and ripped the fabric at the shoulder.

Hunter gave him a skeptical glare while his brother flashed the light around your glands. "Did he bite you?" Tech asked.

"Huh?" You looked up with glossy eyes.

"Did Crosshair bite you?" He asked again, ripping the other side to check.

You shook your head, "No."

"Did he mate you?"

"No," you whined, feeling another ache roll through you.

"Why did you ask that?" Hunter knelt over closer.

"She’s displaying signs of mate sickness," Tech pulled out his datapad. "But she hasn’t been mated."

"Mating sickness?" Wrecker asked.

"When a bonded pair separates after recently solidifying the mate bond, they can become sick," Tech replied, typing furiously into his datapad researching possibilities.

Wrecker was confused, "But she wasn’t bitten?"

"Exactly," Tech nodded. "It doesn’t make any sense."

"Tech, I’m scared," you whimpered, rubbing your chest. That familiar feeling of heartbreak was tearing through you again. You immediately thought Crosshair must be feeling the exact same thing if Tech was correct and you continues to sob letting the tears pool on the floor of the Marauder.

"What do we do?" Hunter asked, scooping you up into his arms as you wriggled around trying to escape the aches.

"We have to find help," Tech shook his head. "I don’t even know where to look this isn’t a normal medical situation."

"I might have an idea," Echo looked to you. "Set the course for Lothal."

So um, yeah... Crosshair is lost in the sauce unfortunately. But were about to figure out why Pip is so special... hehe

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Heated ~ pt.16

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Canon Typical violence, smut!, blow jobs/oral, mentions of slave girls, Hunter being protective, Wrecker's massive dick

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“Okay, show me how one more time.” Wrecker said studying the photo reference versus the tangled bindings around Tech’s wrists. 

“I already told you twice. You need to pay closer attention.” Tech snapped shoving his wrists into Wrecker’s grasp.

“But you made it look so easy.” Wrecker growled staring to undo the intricate knots. 

“You are skilled at defusing bombs, this can’t possibly be more difficult than that!” Tech argued. They had been a this longer than he would have preferred. 

“I also have a very distracting photo in front of my face!” Wrecker yelled gesturing to the photo of you tied up with your chest pushed out and glistening while Tech was pounding into you from behind. Your cute little ass was all red and your skin was shiny from your body oils, it made Wrecker sweat just looking at you. His hands seemed unable to respond as well.

This had all started once Tech had shared the very explicit video of the two of you trying bondage for the first time. Wrecker was adamant about learning how to do that, and demanded he get a copy of every photo Tech had taken… for educational purposes of course. Tech waited while everyone was out grabbing supplies at some random stop on the way to their next job, to try and educate his younger brother. 

“I just don’t understand, you double up this one but then separate the two strands to do-” Wrecker paused mid sentence to find the three of you standing in the cabin doorway with varying degrees of shock smeared on your faces. 

“Uhh.” Your jaw hit the floor staring at Tech’s red ropes bound around his wrists while Wrecker clearly was the one tying him up. 

“Trying something new there, Tech?” Hunter smirked setting down the bags of rations. 

The two of them looked down at their joined wrists and the red rope tied between them before flying apart like caught teens. 

“There is a perfectly reasonable answer for this.” Tech’s cheeks flushed, just a bit, while Wrecker stood up sheepishly and flushed a deep crimson. 

“Which is?” Echo raised a brow. 

“I was simply trying to educate Wrecker on how to tie shibari knots.” Tech looked down at his still tied hands. 

“I change my mind.” Echo shook his head and started heading down towards the under belly to drop off the restock, “I don’t want to know.” 

“Thank the maker.” Wrecker laughed. 

You stepped over to Tech to help him escape from the knots before shooting the two of them a conspiratorial look. You knew they were up to something, this just wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. 

“Okay, Tiny!” Echo called from the back of the ship, “Training for an hour then we can head out.” 

“Okay!” You replied setting your bags of goodies down on the dining table.

You followed Echo out of the ship into the desert clearing where Tech landed the ship. You were far enough away from the outpost you knew you’d be safe from wandering eyes. 

Stepping out into the Tatooine sun, you basked in the warmth momentarily. 

“Think fast!” He warned, coming at you with a swinging fist. 

You ducked, and skittered back catching your footing before ducking again. Then he roundhouse kicked, just barely missing your nose. 

You stepped far enough back that you could switch to the offense, and try to mix this all up in your favor. 

Ever since you started training with Echo, and the boys started leaning more into the bonding of your relationships, you noticed you were able to anticipate their moves better. You weren’t entirely sure if this was the soul bond, or just learning them better, but regardless… you knew Echo was going to try to get the upper hand after letting you get a few hits in. You could feel it coming. A certain sense was strengthening in you.

When he went for another right hook, you dodged back and left, bringing your knee up to his ribs forcing him to cough for air on impact.

You heard him before you saw him, but Hunter tried to sneak up behind you. The sound of gravel crunching under his boots alerted you to his position. You spun around swinging your right leg at his middle. He caught it under his bicep and tucked it into his armpit, trying to shake your balance. But you just let him take you both to the ground, where you bent your left leg and used your knee to throw him over you, tossing him into the near by brush with a thud.

“Stun’em pip!” Wrecker cheered from the ship. 

You reached for your blaster when Echo grabbed you, shoving you into the side of the ship knocking the air out of you with a wheeze. You growled pushing back at him but he was using his strength advantage against you keeping you pinned to the warm metal. 

He grabbed the hand holding the blaster and raised it above your head while using his forearm to pin your shoulders back. 

“C’mon.” He encouraged. It was then you realized he put you in the same position Crosshair had on Kasshyyyk. Your blood boiled… then something took over you…

It was like you were seeing the world through Echo’s eyes. Feeling his every move, sensing his own weaknesses and strengths. You made shocked eye contact with him before snapping back to your senses. 

You kicked your feet out tangling his up with your boots while you yanked your extended arm down elbowing him in the jaw with a crack.  

Echo stumble back while you flicked the gun to stun and unloaded on the ARC Trooper. Your aim was impeccable. He dropped into a heap in the dust. 

You only had a moment of victory before Hunter was hurling the vibro blade right at your head. You ducked right in time hearing it cut through the air. It bounced off the durasteel of the ship with a ring making you spring into action. 

You heard Wrecker cheering from the steps as you charged across the clearing.

You aimed your weapon right at Hunter and fired a series of shots. He expertly dodged them making you growl in frustration. He was about to reach for his own weapon when you charged at him, using his own thigh to launch you up in the air, you wrapped both legs around his neck and shoulders twisting your body down to the ground, just like on Kassyyyk, bringing you to the ground. 

But he knew your moves by now, and countered this by grabbing onto your hips, throwing you off of him into the sand carelessly. 

You landed with a grunt rolling in the warm earth quickly getting up onto your feet determined to win this time. 

Echo was just starting to stir when Hunter decided to arch his kicks down at you. You rolled and dodged every kick just in time, watching his heel brutally dig into the sand with every impact. 

You backed up far enough to stand and line up your strike. 

Just when you were ready to make the perfect hit to his beautiful jaw, you missed him pulling out his gun to stun you mercilessly from his hip. 

You yelped before collapsing into the sand in a heap. 

Blackness surrounded you in a numbing sensation.

~~~

“She’s up!” Echo chuckled poking your cheek.

You swatted him away feeling your body coming back to you. You groaned flopping onto your back feeling that you were definitely back on the marauder hearing the rumbling sound of deep space.  

“I was so close.” You whined rubbing your eyes. 

“You were significantly better, out performing your past few sessions by great proportions.” Tech seemed proud of you. 

“Something happened before you shot me.” Echo narrowed his gaze. 

“You felt that too?” You asked sitting up slowly. 

“Yeah… that was strange.” He rubbed his chin. 

“I think it’s a pack bond or something. It was like I was in your mind.” You shook your head confused.

“I noticed your fighting styles take on whoever you’re opposing.” Tech analyzed, “It is most fascinating.” 

 “I think it’s the soul bond.” You said, “I felt like I was Echo. Just for a second. It was strange.” You shook your head still trying to make sense of that. 

“Well, they do say that souls bonds are a unique kind of experience. Two people becoming one in every way. They can even sometimes hear one another in their heads like Jedi.” Tech said. 

“That that has to be it.” You looked to Echo, one of your oldest friends. Of course it was a bond. Platonic as it may be, you viewed Echo as family. He’s been with you for almost your entire career with the GAR. 

You smiled at him and poked him back in the cheek making him playfully shove you back. 

“Cid gave us more intel.” Hunter came into the room partly to check on you but to also let everyone know that they’d be at their location soon. 

He waited for the others to file out, before kneeling down next to you on the cot, “I got something for you.” 

You were curious, “What is it?”

He held up a smaller chest plate that seemed to have been created just for your size. You looked at him with a raised brow. The metal was plain as blaster metal.

“I may not like putting you in the middle of these jobs.” He grabbed your hips sliding you to the edge of the bed before unlatching the pieces, “But, we came across a mandalorian smith who construed this and a few other pieces for you. At least gives me a little more peace of mind.” He sandwiched you between the two metal pieces before securing them together at your shoulders and sides. It looked similar to his own which made you giddy. 

You suddenly felt very overcome with emotion and looked up at your alpha, “Thank you Hunter.” You touched his jaw as he secured the last strap. He wanted to keep you safe. The gesture meant everything to you. 

“How does it feel?” He looked down at you running his hands over the collar of the metal. 

“Good.” You smiled, “Like a glove.” 

“It’s beskar.” He tapped it, “Not even a lightsaber can penetrate it.” 

“Sounds expensive.” You narrowed your eyes. 

“Cid pitched in too.” He smirked. 

That little trandoshan. You knew she cared about you. 

“Actually it was her idea.” Tech walked into the doorway, “Said we were being too reckless with our omega.” 

“Hmm.” You smirked, “I think I owe her a few more shifts then.” 

Tech huffed a laugh, “We’re here by the way.” 

You felt Echo directing the ship down to the surface of Tatooine as you and Hunter returned to the cockpit to join the others. 

~~~

The others showed you how to put on the shoulder guards, the forearm and thigh gauntlets. The last step was Hunter securing the thigh holster over everything along with a knife sheath that ran sideways along your lower back. When he was happy with it, he stood up to stand amongst the others approving their work. 

“Okay, one last present.” Wrecker smiled running into the bunks to grab it. 

“Is it heavy mesh’la?” Hunter asked worrying about you keeping up. 

You raised your arms, testing out the weight, “No, it’s light enough!” 

He nodded approvingly. 

When Wrecker returned, the four boys all looked very excited to show you what they got. 

Wrecker spun around holding a matching helmet, unique it it’s own way, just like theirs. But it seemed to reflect you perfectly. 

Wrecker shuffled forwards to place it over your head being mindful of your hair. 

When he settled it on, you heard it pressurize and suddenly the lens switched on showing you their com channels and the technology inside was analyzing all of your surroundings. 

“Is this what you guys have been seeing this whole time?” You said in wonderment as you looked around the ship and at the alphas standing before you. 

“Heh, yeah pip.” Wrecker chuckled, “Pretty nice huh?” 

“This is wild.” You waved your hands in front of your face watching the technology track your movements.

“That was my doing.” Tech raised his finger, “Wanted it to keep an eye out for you too.” 

“Thank you guys.” You sighed feeling their love as you felt safer than you ever had before. Clearly they had put a lot of thought into this. 

They all smiled looking at you getting used to the armor. 

“Now she looks just like us.” Echo said proudly. 

“Well, she’s gotta paint hers first.” Tech smiled, “Then she’ll be just like us.” 

“I gotta think of what to do.” You shrugged wondering what colors you should use. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on.” Hunter hit the hatch panel, “I don’t want to be here long. The Hutts aren’t people I want to spend much time with.” 

“Keep that on.” Echo thunked you on the head making you whip around to face him, “Hopefully the empire hasn’t put a bounty on you, but incase they have, the Hutts would know about it.” 

“Keep the helmet on. Got it.” You followed after him like a duckling. 

The dome shaped castle Jaba the Hutt inhabited sat right in front of you all. As you approached, the stark surroundings made you a little uneasy, it was even more barren than the little outpost on the other side of the planet. 

Hunter approached the door first when a droid came flying out of the wall yelling at you all in Huttanese. Tech quickly translated explaining that they were there on behalf of Cid for a money transfer. 

The droid camera disappeared into the wall and the massive metal gate creaked open. 

“C’mon.” Hunter waved you all to follow, “Stay close to Echo.” He gave you the order. You swallowed thickly and stuck to Echo like glue. You were getting a little antsy. This was like throwing yourself into the deep end on your first job! No one messed with the Hutts.

The hallway inside the castle was dark and sandy. You noticed gamorrean guards posted in the alcoves watching you closely and holding their massive axes as they snorted.

When all five of you entered the main gallery, you were surrounded by lively music and nearly a hundred bounty hunters, all lounging around in various states of debauchery. You also noticed the slave girls chained to the main throne holding the ugliest mother fucker you’d ever seen. 

Jabba the Hutt…

Hutt’s attendant waved you all over to speak with the slug himself. Hunter stepped forwards saying hello before introducing the group. Then Jabba quickly got into the business deal. Hunter pulled a holo with Cid so the two of them could speak directly. 

While that was happening, you took your time observing the place. A dozen games of sabak were being played while credits and bets were placed. The air was thick with smoke and the light scent of spice. The musicians and show girls were working for their salary. But what surprised you the most was going on in the back of the club. 

You locked in on a few Twi’leks fucking some willing customers in an alcove near the back bar. They were not ashamed in the slightest by the attention they were receiving from other drunk bounty hunters. One girl was perched on a man’s lap as he held her knees up showing everyone just got deep he was inside her as she moaned putting on a show clearly wanton for the looks. 

You felt yourself heat up the longer you watched. It was…hot the way he showed her off. The way all the others were captivated by watching her client’s cock disappear and reappear from her depths. 

Crosshair had done something similar with you and Tech, and the memory had your clothes suddenly feeling a little too restricting… You could still feel the ghost of his hands at the backs of your knees while Tech’s face was buried into your cunt. Even the way Crosshair stretched and displayed you was a clear memory. You shivered trying to will away those feelings. 

You felt Echo nudge you, drawing your attention back to your sergeant. 

It seemed negotiations were going well as the attendant handed over a case of unmarked credits to Hunter. Tech translated a few last words, assumably a thank you, before your alphas turned back to you ushering you all to leave. 

You look one last glance at the slug which was a mistake, his gaze was greedy and hungry as his long foul tongue licked at his slobbering lips. You trotted up to Hunter suddenly realizing how many of the men in the room were staring right at you with the very same look. 

Well… this must be how things are in the outer rim. Not a particularly safe place for women.

You heard Jabba’s voice silence the crowd, “Kava Che Ta mandalorian” 

Tech froze in place looking to Hunter. 

“He asked how much for the mandalorian.” Tech bit out. 

“What?” Hunter was confused, “What mandalorian? 

“He’s talking about Y/N.” Tech said. You shivered. What the kark?

You tucked into Hunter’s side feeling your stomach drop into your ass with nerves. 

“She’s not for sale.” Hunter growled tugging you closer to him. 

Jabba then said, “Jee'll Fofo Cid's Moulee-rah Che Ta Cheeka”

Tech growled, “He’ll double Cid’s amount for the female.” 

You clenched onto Hunter’s belt feeling him get riled up and protective. 

“Not going to happen.” Hunter snarled placing his hand on the hilt of his gun. 

“Is she yours?” The attendant asked with a devilish grin. He clocked the way you clung to Hunter like a typical omega would. 

“Yes.” Hunter tightened his grip on you and the weapon at his side, “She is.” 

You felt the others close in on you keeping you protectively in their circle. Wrecker pressed into your back securely.

Then Jabba gave the order. If they weren’t going to sell you, he was going to take you by force and kill your alpha. The entire club erupted into violence as the other bounty hunters opened fire wanting to be the one to bring Jabba his next prize. 

Hunter grabbed you hauling you behind one of the alcoves as blaster fire whizzed by your heads. 

“We gotta get to the ship!” Echo yelled firing back hitting one bounty hunter after another. 

“Wrecker give us some cover!” Tech yelled firing into the crowd. 

“Oh gotcha!” Wrecker reached into his pack grabbing two flash bangs. 

“Cover your ears.” Hunter covered you with his body as Wrecker chucked the bombs into the lounge. You muffled the sound inside your helmet just in time when the whole building lit up with blinding white light and disorienting smoke. You heard the loud groans and screams coming from the crowd.

“Move!” Hunter nudged you forwards and you broke out into a run. 

More blaster fire flew past you and you grabbed your gun firing back giving yourself more cover. You watched one of the plasma bullets hit a bounty hunter square in the chest. You internally cheered seeing your training finally paying off. 

“Ahh!” Echo was surprised when a gamorrean knocked him off his feet sending his back into the sand with a punching thud.

Then you were surrounded. The greenish guards brandished their axes swinging at you without much grace. You swiftly shuffled backwards before kicking the guard hard in the side of the head. He squealed and stumbled back giving you a window to fire your blaster killing him on the spot.

“Hah!” You cheered. Hearing the commotion in the back. When you turned back around, you saw your alphas finishing off the last gamorrean before grabbing your hand and continuing to run towards the open gate. 

“Just a little further!” Tech said remotely powering up the ship hearing it whirl to life. 

You broke out into a full sprint wanting to fling yourself into the Marauder as fast as possible. 

When the ship was in site, you followed Tech inside skittering into the cockpit helping him start the launch sequence. Tech guided the ship up as the others jumped inside dodging more blaster fire. 

“Shit!” Echo yelped dodging a bullet, “Any day now!” 

Tech angled the nose of the marauder into the sky and hit the accelerator. Hunter hit the hatch door and you all flopped down into your seats letting out a groan. 

“Is it always like that for you?” You yanked the helmet off letting your hair tumble out as you gasped for air. 

“Pretty much.” Tech nodded setting the course for Ord Mantel. 

“Dank ferrik.” Wrecker groaned out in pain as he clutched at his bicep.  

You looked up noticing the red patch on his arm… he must have been shot in the escape.

“Oh no.” You got up running past him to the galley to grab your medical bag. 

“Hold still love.” You helped remove his shoulder pauldron and rolled up his sleeve. He winced when you jostled the skin a bit but you quickly got to work spreading the bacta and applying the bandage to stop the bleeding, “All better alpha.” You smiled up at him getting him to cheer up. 

He held the back of your head in his massive hand bringing you up to his mouth. He pressed a loving kiss to the crown of your head as a thanks. When he was distracted, you jabbed his arm with the pain medication. 

“Oh! Ow!” He whined. But it was over before he could complain. You just smiled sweetly giving him a proper kiss as an apology. 

“You did good Tiny.” Echo praised you, “You handled that really well.” 

“Thanks Echo.” You replied cheerily putting your supplies back in the bag, “It was kind of exciting.” 

“Oh no, we’re creating a monster.” Hunter jested. 

You threw him a playful scowl. 

“We’ve got a few hours until we get to Ord Mantel. I’d get comfortable.” Echo said turning back to face you, “Got any more of those rations from Layla?” 

“Kark yeah.” You shot up running to the underbelly. 

~~~

“Delicious as always darling.” Echo licked his fingers making sure to get the last of the sauce left over on his plate. 

You hummed shoving the last piece of soaked bread into your mouth enjoying every chew. 

“Let me take Wrecker’s portion to him before he gets hangry.” You put your dirty dish in the sink leaving the others to lick their plates clean. 

Picking up a tray for Wrecker, you grabbed a cup of water and a spork walking back to the bunks. Wrecker must have dozed off from the pain meds. When you hit the access panel, he stirred noticing you had food and instantly woke up from his nap. 

“Here big guy.” You sat down on the cot next to him passing him the tray, “How are you feeling?” 

“A lot better pip.” He smiled shoving the food into his face like a starving rancor. You giggled watching him inhale his food. Good. At least that is a good sign he’s healing.

While he wolfed down his food, you gently lifted the bandage checking the progress the bacta had made while he slept. The wound was nearly closed up and all that was left was a small indent and angry irritated skin. You nodded approvingly liking how quickly the healing was progressing. 

He finished his meal and set the tray down on his nightstand before cuddling you into the mattress rather aggressively. You giggled adjusting to get comfortable in his grasp while he sighed peacefully scenting you. 

You gently ran your nails up and down his arm making him rumble from the sensation. He rolled you onto of him snuggling you to his chest like he does with Lula. 

You couldn’t help but wriggle around enjoying his warmth. 

“Mega.” He looked up at you, “You gotta stop doing that.” 

You smirked knowingly, “Why hun?” 

“You know why.” He adjusted his lap and you felt the hardness push up against your core. You hummed still feeling the lingering effects of what you saw at the Hutt palace today still playing in your mind. You wanted Wrecker to hold you like that… 

“What if I don’t want to?” You bit his arm lightly making him growl. 

“I don’t think I can with those pain killers in me.” He was still little groggy. 

“What if I make you feel good instead?” You bit your lip and sat up. He lazily ran his hands over your hips giving you a little pat on the ass.

You smiled down at him massaging his chest with your hands, “You did so good for me today, it’s a little reward for the shot.” 

“Hmm.” He smiled liking where this was going, “Okay.” 

“I’’ll take care of you alpha.” You slid down lower reaching for his sleep pants. You gently ran a hand over the bulge making him groan as you teased him. Wrecker groaned watching your small frame slide even lower keeping sinful eye contact with him. It made him squirm with anticipation. It wasn’t often women had offered to do this for him due to his size, but seeing you so eager made his blood run hot. Make you were perfect.

“Just want my alpha to feel good.” You nudged between his legs spreading them a bit while you teased the elastic of his boxers. He tensed feeling your finger slip lower getting dangerously close to where he wanted you. 

When you tugged down his boxers you were happy to find him throbbingly hard. You bit back a moan when you wrapped your hands around him fitting both along his shaft, and started to work your way up and down. Wrecker threw his head back covering his eyes with his forearm and groaned so loud you were certain the others could hear. 

Well it’s not like they didn’t know what you were doing. It was his night after all. 

Then you leaned forwards to give him an experimental lick. He gasped at the warmth of your tongue and inhaled sharply when you slid your whole mouth over him taking him as best as you could. 

Tech had taken the time one night to try and train you to take him as deep as he could go. It took a while, and your throat was so sore after, but eventually it started to work and you were able to repress your gag reflex like you had during your heat. 

Wrecker choked as you began to bob up and down using your slobber to lube your hands to work his shaft. There was no way you’d be able to deep throat Wrek, but you went as far as you possibly could. Your jaw was starting to ache but the sounds he was making had your core dripping with arousal. 

He subconsciously started to buck up into you letting you know he was getting closer to cumming. You decided to tease him a little bit more and drag this out. You withdrew your mouth making him whimper and look down at you from under his arm in curiosity. 

You kept massaging him with both your hands while you sunk closer until you could nuzzle his balls with your nose. 

“Fuck.” He cried out when you sucked one into your mouth laving it with your tongue greedily. 

“Shit, Pip!” He crossed both arms above his head fighting every instinct to grab you and shove you closer. 

You smirked and continued to lick and suck on his balls until he was a writhing mess. Then you took mercy on him and returned to sucking on his tip wanting to watch him cum now.

He opened his mouth to speak but you sped up your hands and doubled down on sucking harder making him thrust up into you a bit mindlessly. Wrecker came with a grunt, trying to still his hips but you licked up every last drop swallowing proudly. 

He gasped for air trying to catch his breath still stunned at your work. 

“That was amazing mesh’la.” He sighed looking down at you adoringly. You smiled pulling his boxers and sleep pants back up before crawling up his body and perching yourself on his lap again. 

His expression turned devilish, “Your turn.”

“Wait Wrek! Ahh!” He lifted like you weighed nothing sitting you on top of his face. 

“I wanna taste you sweetheart.” He yanked down your pants pushing you up slightly to slide them off. When he chucked them to the floor he yanked your hips down onto his face so he could nuzzle your damp panties making sure to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“This was supposed to be about you.” You whined unable to resist the way his nose dug deliciously into your clothed clit. 

“This is about me.” He smirked poking a finger under the wet fabric and shoved it to the side revealing your dripping core to him. 

You whined as he licked a big stripe through your folds making you buck. Usually you’d be a little cautious but Wrecker had assured you that he’s strong and big enough to handle you riding his face. 

So thats exactly what you did. 

With his encouragement you set your whole weigh ton him making him hum with joy. He ate out your cunt with fervor making you writhe and squirm on him just like you had made him do not long ago. You moaned loudly when he sucked your clit into his mouth quickly rushing you to the edge. Between the twilek and then sucking off Wrecker, your orgasm was coming fast. 

You whimpered barring down on him as his skilled tongue brought you to your needed orgasm. The dizzying pleasure consumed you making you flop forwards catching yourself on the wall as you flinched away from his tongue from overstimulation. You shook as you came down feeling his hot breath on your thighs. 

“How was that mesh’la?” He chuckled reaching up to tease your breast while you calmed down above him. 

“Too good.” You laughed shaking your head still trembling from aftershocks. 

He helped you back down his body so you could lay on him. You both stripped out of your remaining clothes so you could lay skin to skin, feeling each other closely as you cuddled. It was nice. It reminded you of that night in your apartment before everything fell apart. It was a small pocket of peace that you would never take for granted. 

“You did good today too.” He said taking your hand in his. The size difference was laughable. His palm dwarfed yours significantly. 

“It was kind of wild.” You said watching him play with your hand, “and exciting.”

“I thought Hunter was gonna kill Jabba.” He said rubbing his thumb into your palm, “I sure wanted to.” 

You smiled liking the protective talk, “I knew I was safe. You’d all protect me no matter what.” 

“Damn straight.” He held your wrist in his grasp.

“Though, I think I might prefer staying on the ship.” You giggled as his fingers tickled up your forearm before massaging up to your shoulder, “Getting almost sold is a little off putting.” 

You preened rubbing your face into his pectorals scenting him affectionately wanting his smell all over you. 

“But you do look so sexy with a blaster.” He leaned down to kiss you. You giggled into the kiss using your hands to pull his face closer to yours. He snuggled you in closer pressing you to his warm chest. 

Maybe being a mercenary wouldn’t be too bad…

uhm chile...anyway...soooo

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Bad Batch Music HC

Im in the middle of editing part 9, but I wanted to take a quick break and decided to make a list of songs for each Bad Batch boi based of the vibes they give me. Bahaha and since I'm the self elected queen of this blog, this is my unsolicited opinion teehee

Hunter - Hunter 100% listens to divorced dad rock. Even though he's giving heavy Rambo vibes, I can imagine him whippin that juggernaut around at full speed listening to the following...

Last Resort - Papa Roach

Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit

Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater

Crosshair - Crosshair is emo asf as we already know. To me, daddy Crosshair has a refined goth rock / darkwave vibe to him. I can also seem him taking his girl to a goth club and enjoying the much darker sexier vibes. (I'm a Crosshair girly and this is also my favorite genre of music)

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

I Don't Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative

Keep Your Eyes Peeled - ULTRA SUNN

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

I could go on but I must contain myself...

Wrecker - Baby boy Wrecker is definitely into listening to the 2000's bangers. Maybe even a little girly pop music if you catch my drift. He'd love screeching the lyrics to fergalicious with you while securing your sweet treat on a drive. Wrecker's all about the fun vibes.

Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado

Gasolina - Daddy Yankee

Shake It - Metro Station

I literally could put 50 songs here but you know what I'm talking about...

Echo - Arch Trooper echo is nothing short of a bad bitch. I can definitely picture him getting down in 79's with the boys rapping to that good good hype music. Echo's a badass, so is his music of choice.

No Hands - Waka Flocka

Carnival - Kanye

Tell me, Breathe, If we bein real - Yeat

Stay Fly - Thee 6 Mafia

Gansta's Paradise - Coolio

I can also picture him listening to $uicide Boy$ when he's on his own.

Tech - Tech is giving indie alternative no doubt. He's a sweet baby, he likes the good vibes and I'm living for that. I can totally see him vibing in a mood lit apartment dancing when no one is watching.

Literally ANY Tame Impala

Back on 74 - Jungle

Gooey - Glass Animals

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

Kids - MGMT

Time to Pretend - MGMT

Side note... he's definitely the type to have records of all of his favorite bands and get super protective of his record player.

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Anyways... that's how I see these boys.. hope you enjoyed ahaha.

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Literally only smut.... smut. smut. smut. It's Hunter's night, and Tech's night.... enjoy bbs... oh ya and some bondage! TeeHee

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Another rainy day on Ord Mantel. You sighed leaning against the window watching the droplets dowse the entire city. You liked it a lot you realized. It made the city lights glow in their neon colors and air was always cleaner the next day. It made Ord Mantel somewhat beautiful, which seemed impossible… except the little moments like this.

It’s been two weeks since the boys started working for Cid… and it was going… alright.

She had decided it was best to post you all up in the apartment above the bar as long as you helped her with the chores around the place and helped serve the customers when they’d meander in. It covered your rent, she said. You were starting to think she just liked having the company around. It gave you good cover though while the boys ran odd jobs. 

You and the others decided it would be best to keep you away from potential spies and bounty hunters. You didn’t have a problem staying at Cid’s, the deal worked out fine anyways, and it could be so much worse. 

After a long day scrubbing the bar down with soap for the first time in probably months, you were pooped. You had taken a long relaxing shower before curling up in the circular window over looking the main street. You had created a little nest there, where you kept your snacks within reach and your holonovel near by. The boys said they’d be home soon so you were just trying to kill the time instead of eagerly waiting. 

They had been sent to rescue an ex separatist senator to Echo’s dismay. You were wondering how that was going while you read through the filthy smut on your holo screen. You could only imagine the chaos these boys were bringing to this unsuspecting plant. 

The schedule system seemed to be working well too. If they were able, you’d spend the day with all of them. Echo resumed your combat training in the back courtyard behind Cid’s place, and at night you’d spend it with your alphas. 

Echo says you’re making good progress. Though it didn’t really feel like it. You think he just likes wacking you around with a stick for fun. The others sometimes would join in giving you someone to spar with. Wrecker obviously was the most difficult. There was no possible option where you could ever gain the upper hand with him. 

Echo had you graduate to fighting with various make shift weapons. Cid’s broom handle, a durasteel pipe, and a dull knife from the bar. It was exhilarating and part of you was really starting to like it.

You hadn’t realized how good of a teacher Echo was. He says it’s because he had extra training himself when he was a shiny. He was really able to help you strengthen your punches to the point that Hunter would actually shift backwards a bit now when you’d strike. It was giving you some hope you’d actually be able to hold your own soon.

You flexed your hands noticing the small scabs forming on your knuckles. With a sigh you set your novel and looked back out at the street watching the speeders zoom by pedestrians trying to get out of the rain. 

At some point, you must have dozed off, as you woke up to the sound of your door opening and a freshly showered Hunter comes walking in looking refreshed. It was his night after all. 

You smiled and stretched trying to wake yourself up like a lazy tooka.

“What time is it?” You asked realizing it was dark outside now and the city lights were glowing through your window.

“We just ate dinner, thought I’d bring some up for you.” He walked over giving you a tray with some delicious smelling tip-yip. You squealed in excitement and sat up grabbing the spork suddenly feeling awake. 

He walked in front of your mirror running his hands through his damp hair trying to push it out of his eyes while you dug in.

“You smell good.” You put a piece of food into your mouth liking the way he smelled after a shower. It was so undoubtably Hunter and it made you feel so safe. 

He smiled flashing his k9s at you, “You’re the one that smells good mesh’la.” 

You tapped your lips and he huffed a laugh before walking over and bending down to press a kiss to your mouth. You smiled kissing him again before going back to your meal. 

He flopped down on your bed in the corner giving a big sigh and a stretch himself. 

“How was the mission?” You asked mid-chew. 

“Exhausting.” He sighed feeling himself start to relax into your soft bed.

You giggled, “Saving separatist scum is too hard for sarge?” Your baby voice made him scowl. 

“It seems that the separatists and anyone not in line with the empire is on the same side now.” He rubbed his eyes, “everything is different now.” 

“That we can agree on.” You shoved another bite in, “I got to hang out with a too flirty Gungan today who absolutely has a drinking problem. Told me his wife found out about his girlfriend.” 

“Quite a day for you huh ad’ika?” Hunter played along with the dramatics. 

You nodded, “Mhmm. I’m doing really hard work while you’re all gone.” You shrugged with a playful smirk. 

“You poor thing.” He used his baby voice making you giggle.

Eating your last piece of tip-yip, you set the tray aside before walking over to Hunter and climbing onto the bed to straddle him. 

“I missed you.” You leaned down kissing both his cheek bones. 

“Mmm.” He hummed running his hands up your sides, “Not as much as I missed you.” 

“Show me.” You smirked running your hands over his firm chest. 

Hunter gripped your hips before rolling both of you and pinning you to the mattress. He smirked as he lowered himself to kiss you again this time a little hungrier. You smiled into his mouth feeling him press his hips into yours. You felt the hardness between his legs and you whimpered feeling the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and that familiar heat begin to pool in your lower belly. He gave a satisfied groan grinding into you liking the way you responded to him to prettily. 

He sat back on his heels, “up love.” He helped you sit up to peel your shirt from your body. He smirked realizing you didn’t have a bra on and leaned forwards to press you back into the mattress to leave a trail of kisses down your sternum before he licked one of your hardening nipples. You moaned pushing your chest further into him while he continued to lick and suck, making you arch your back into his hot mouth. He then went down to grab the waist band of your sweats and yank them down only pulling away from your tits to slide them off of your legs. 

You were just about to reach up for him again but he pushed your arms away before flipping you over onto your belly. 

“Alpha.” You whined pushing your ass up trying to make contact with him again desperate for the friction. 

“Shh adi’ka .” He soothed running his hands over your ass cheeks giving them a good squeeze before he brought his palm down spanking you. You yelped looking back at him already feeling the imprint of his hand welting up. He just gave you a playful smile before reaching into his waist band and pulled out his vibro blade. You sucked a breath in feeling the cold metal press to your skin. He slid the knife along your silky skin before sliding them under the waist band of your damp panties. 

“Such a good girl, omega.” With his other hand he ran his fingers over your core feeling the wetness soaking through your panties. You wiggled but he withdrew his fingers, “stay still for me mesh’la.” 

You huffed and willed yourself to stay still, but it was agony. He resumed his small strokes stroking your clit through the fabric of your panties while the knife continued upwards until he twisted the blade bringing the sharp side right through your panties, slicing them like butter. He growled finally seeing how wet you were already. He chucked the blade and you watched it fly across the room before impaling into the wall before driving his finger into you. 

You let out a loud moan feeling him start a consistent rhythm before adding another thick finger stretching you.  You wriggled against him desperate to be filled even more. It was starting to feel so delicious you were certain he could feel you start to clench down on him. 

He withdrew his fingers and sat up slightly to kick your knees apart and lift your ass up in the air. He shoved down his trousers and grabbed his throbbing cock stoking git a few times before lining himself up with your aching cunt. You pushed yourself back against him feeling his tip push inside. You moaned as he surged forwards until he was flush with your ass. You cried out finally feeling the relief of him filling you. Hunter was thick, and he was so, so hard. You mewled as Hunter set the sturdy pace. 

…You loved the way Hunter fucked…

He was so deliberate making sure his strokes were steady and hitting that yummy spot inside you that made your toes curl with every stroke. He also couldn’t seem to get enough of your creamy cunt. He groaned every time he could hear just how wet you are with every thrust. You think it’s because of his heightened senses, he could probably feel and her every tremor your body made as he pleasured you and you knew it drove him wild. He could probably sense every beat of your heart, and scent the small changes in your scent that let him know you were enjoying yourself.

You tried to push yourself up onto your hands but he grabbed the back of your neck pinning you back down, “take it, omega.” He snarled feeling you clench around his cock. You moaned loudly certain the others could heard you as Hunter pounded even harder. The only sound in the room was your squelching and the slap of skin on skin. 

Hunter wasn’t always outwardly dominant, but everyone and awhile his alpha side trickled through and it made your entire body sing. 

He pushed himself as far in as possible, mesmerized by the jiggle plush of your ass against his lap. He sighed shaking his head still unable to believe he was able to have the omega of his dreams. Your scent was making him get lost in the fog of lust.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” He slid his hand from your neck to the roots of your hair where he tugged making you whine, “do you have any idea how perfect you look? M’fuck, you were made for me mesh’la.” 

“Alpha…. Ahh!” You whined as he brought his hand down onto your ass again hearing the slap ring out into the room. You moaned feeling the warming sting again making you drip down your thighs as you took Hunter as best as you could despite his roughness. 

Gripping onto your hair, he pulled you up straight arching you agains this chest as he fucked you on his lap. You gripped onto his thighs absolutely loving this deliciously brutal pace. He was so deep inside you, you were starting to feel it in your stomach. You mewled feeling so damn good, so surrounded in his warmth and affection. It made you so happy.

He snaked his free hand down between your thighs to run slow meticulous circles bringing you to the edge. You clawed at his muscular thighs as you begged him not to stop feeling like you were going to cum. He smiled into the crook of your neck licking your mating gland and you shivered feeling yourself hurtle over the edge. 

You let out a scream as Hunter’s fingers threw you over the edge. Your orgasm wracked through your body leaving you spent and shaking. He released your hair and wrapped his arm around your middle keeping you to his chest as he continued to thrust, feeling himself start to cum. 

“Fuck.” He bit out. You felt him twitch inside you before his hips stilled and he spilled himself inside you. 

You went limp against his chest hearing the rapid beating of his heart against your cheek. He pressed lazy kisses on all the skin he could reach before leaning forwards and gently guiding you down onto the mattress. He pulled out of you slowly making you groan at the empty feeling. 

You felt his cum drip out of you, as he got up to grab something to clean you up with. When he came back from the bathroom, he had a damp washcloth to clean up your thighs and then himself before he tossed it to the side. Hunter curled up next to you pulling the sheets up to cover the two of you. You rolled over wanting to lay on his chest which he was happy to comply with. 

He tilted your chin up for a kiss before letting you settle against him while he caught his breath. 

You purred feeling satiated and tingly. 

“I have my heat in a few weeks.” You said quietly knowing he could hear your whisper. 

“We’ll need to make sure you get another implant after huh?” He said running his fingers through your hair. 

You nodded, “How will that work, same like last time?” 

“It’s whatever you want mesh’la, if you want all of us we’ll do that, or if you just want one of us we understand that too.” He kissed your forehead. 

“Okay.” You smiled tracing the skeleton tattoo on his ribs with your finger. 

“Who did your tattoo?” You asked. 

“Crosshair.” He looked down at his arm, “He has a steadier hand than the others.” 

“Did you do his?” You smiled poking him in the side. 

“No, he did that on his own.” Hunter grabbed your hand before you could tickle him and pressed it to his mouth with a kiss. 

“Should I get a tattoo?” You asked jokingly. 

“If that’s you want sweetheart.” He pinched your cheek lightly. 

You nuzzled into his side breathing him in. His scent was so warming and calming it made you feel like you were at home. The past two weeks had been interesting. You were sad Crosshair wasn’t with you anymore, but the burning agony wasn’t there anymore at least from what you could tell. It was like he was on a vacation and while you missed his presence, it didn’t seem as devastating as it might actually be. It was strange. 

The only thing you worried about was being found. You didn’t know what the empire wanted with you, and frankly you didn’t want to find out… there was a tinge of anxiety that seemed impossible to dispel. 

Hunter did a really good job of making you feel safe though. If anyone could make you disappear, it would be these boys. 

“I can feel you thinking.” He mumbled with his eyes closed. 

You squeezed him a little tighter, “I’m just thankful for you, thats all.” 

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. 

“My sweet little ‘mega.” He whispered, “We should get some sleep mesh’la, I know Echo wants you up and early.” 

“Ugh.” You ran your hands up and down his chiseled abs, “Can’t you just tell him I’m tired and we can stay in bed?” 

“No chance sweetheart, you look too good in those tight pants.” He chuckled. 

You sighed and relented, securing your legs around his before closing your eyes and settling in. You just hoped the rain let up before Echo expected you in that courtyard. 

~~~

Well you were wrong. The only word to describe your current state was… soggy. 

You squeezed the water from your hair before twisting it up on top of your head to keep the loose strands out of your eyes. 

“Echo please, I’m begging that we go inside.” You shivered. This was reminding you of Kashyyyk, even though that was significantly not as wet. 

“Nope.” He squared up raising his wrapped fists, “You gotta get used to being uncomfortable.” 

You pouted, “But omegas like comfort and warm things.” You groused. This was so not your element. 

“It’s a changing universe Tiny, gotta make sure you’re ready for anything.” He gave his arms a little shake, flinging droplets, before getting into a fighting stance. 

You mirrored him even though your mind was on sitting by the fire in the apartment warm and dry. You looked to Wrecker and the others who sat under a fabric covering staying dry, “Please Alphas.” You begged with your best pup eyes.

Wrecker and Hunter looked like they were on the verge of folding but Tech crossed his arms, “You heard Echo. Again Pip.” 

Strict as always… you sighed locking into Echo’s movements. Fine…A fight it will be.

You waited for Echo to make the first move. He lunged forwards, giving you a small window to sneak under his arm, and land a punch to his side. 

He hunched over, stunned you had juked him out. When he tried to retaliate you used your small size to out maneuver them. Over the weeks of the training with them, you learned that due to their size they moved slightly slower than you could. They were strong, but your small size allowed to quicker jabs. 

When he was spinning around to pursue you, you used your foot to kick up one of the sparing sticks into your hand swinging the metal pipe at him. He dodged it before grabbing his own. 

“Good. Use what’s around you.” Hunter coached from the side. 

Echo brought down the pipe but you blocked it in time. The rain was making the concrete slippery so you decided to duck down and swing the pipe low catching Echo’s boot. You knocked the ARC trooper down onto his back and pointed the weapon at him. He surrendered giving you the victory. 

“I’m going inside now.” You poked him with the stick before tossing it to the side. When you were just about to enter the back of the bar, Echo grabbed you from behind hauling you up into the air. 

“Echo!” You screamed trying to wriggle out of his grasp. 

“C’mon Tiny.” He growled holding steady despite your squirming. 

With a growl, you brought your feet up in the air before thrusting them down changing the weight distribution and rolled the two of you into the nearby crates. You were able to get away from him but he grabbed your boot and tugged you back forcing you to slide across the ground through the dirty puddles. 

You kicked at him freeing up your boot before rolling back to your feet. 

“That was a dirty trick.” You looked down at all the muck on your shirt. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready.” He laughed wiping mud from his cheek. 

“How’s she doing?” The trandoshan stepped outside observing from the doorway. 

“She’s improving significantly.” Tech kept his eyes on you scrutinizing your every move. 

“Good, because I’m going to need her to cover some shifts later.” Cid waved her claws in the air before going back inside to avoid the rain. 

You groaned but put your fists back up prepared for Echo’s next attack. This was going to be a long day.

~~~

“Are you alright dear?” Tech watched you limp into the bedroom looking exhausted. You nodded before turning into the bathroom to turn on the shower. You smelled like alcohol and bar snacks. You just wanted to feel the hot water and scrub until you smelled like soap. You heard Tech outside the bathroom walking around, and you started to strip down before stepping into the steaming shower to wash the day off. 

You did everything you wanted to, scrubbed, washed, exfoliated. You felt glorious getting out. Even the soreness in your muscles from training were feeling better. You grabbed your favorite body oils and began getting to work moisturizing yourself. It was such a relief. 

When you stepped out you found Tech in his boxers reading something on his data pad. You tightened your robe and made your way over to him suddenly feeling a little warm looking at all of this taut defined muscles. He was so tall, just like Crosshair. They almost seemed like twins at times. You just wanted to sink your teeth into him he looked so good.

“Alpha?” You asked softly getting his attention. 

He looked up from his screen noticing your loosening robe. 

“Can you massage my back for me? Echo really did me in.” You said lowering the shoulder of the robe showing him your bare skin. You were dying for Tech’s skilled hands. You watched him fix too many things on the marauder not to think about them all the time. Often when you were alone, you would think about how good they’d feel on you… or in you. 

“Take off your robe and lay down cyare.” He watched you untie the robe and drop it to the ground revealing your glistening oiled body. He swallowed thickly feeling himself start to harden at the site of you. You crawled up onto the bed laying down face first into the plush. 

He got up to grab the lotion off the nightstand before squeezing some into his hands. He warmed it between his fingers before pressing them gently into your back before spreading it around making sure to get every spot… then he went to work. His fingers massaged every muscle and tendon making you absolutely turn to putty. 

You were moaning and groaning when he worked down your legs making sure to thoroughly give you an entire body rub down. It felt so damn good. His skilled hands were one of your favorite things in the entire universe. 

“Alpha… you’re so good at that.” You whined as he worked a particularly tight muscle in your shoulder. 

“We might be working you too much.” He sighed feeling how tight your entire body is under his dexterous fingers. 

“Echo was particularly rough today.” You sighed. 

He chuckled, “Sometimes, I think we forget you’re not engineered like we are.” 

You huffed, “You’re telling me.” 

He continued to rub further down to your lower back where some new muscles were forming and you whined as his thumbs pushed and pulled the aching tendons. 

“Cyare…” He leaned down so his lips were right by your ear, “I want to try something new tonight if you’re open.” 

That peaked your interest. 

You cracked open an eye to look up at him, “What did you have in mind?” 

“Well with all these new credits I decided to head out to that sex shop on fifth street, I picked up a few things I think you might find interesting.” 

You sat up on your elbows feeling your insides start to flutter with anticipation, “What things?” You bit your lip.  

He pushed his glasses up and got up off the bed before reaching into his pack. He pulled out a red bag and walked back over to the bed. 

“Go on.” He held the shopping bag out for you to investigate. 

You stuck your hand inside feeling something soft. When you pulled it out you realized you were holding a roll of red satin ropes. You gasped and looked up at Tech. He nodded towards the bag, “There’s one more thing.” 

You reached inside again grabbing something smooth. When you pulled it out you were confused at first, until Tech turned it on and it started to vibrate. It was a black and gold vibrator. 

“Are you open to trying these cyare?” He looked at you and lightly skimmed your chin with his fingers, “You can also say no. I won’t take it personally.” He always gave you an out. You, Crosshair, and Tech had agreed to use the color system a while back, and Tech definitely stuck to it. 

You chewed your lip and looked back up at him, “Green.” You answered. 

He smiled before switching into dom alpha mode. 

“On your knees.” He commanded and you shivered sitting back on your heels. 

“Use your colors.”  He reminded while grabbing the crimson ropes. You nodded and watched him double up the soft strands before bringing the center loop to your neck as he began to expertly tie the knots. 

You watched him as he skillfully bound your arms behind your back careful not to touch your skin much, the angle was a little uncomfortable at first, but the more he tied the more secure you started to feel and the pain ebbed away and the heat start to enter your blood. 

He then tied a couple more well placed knots squeezing your tits together making you squirm wanting more. 

“Tech.” You sighed starting to feel restless wanting him to touch you. 

“Color cyare.” He looked at you with lust blown eyes. He was very satisfied with his work. 

“Green.” You said locking into the tent in his trousers. 

“Can I record you mesh’la?” He ran his finger tips over the ropes still not touching you. 

You nodded, “Yes Alpha.”

“Such a good girl.” He touched the side of his goggles and you noticed the little flashing red light turn on letting you know the camera was recording. 

He knelt over you gently taking you into his arms before laying you down on your back. You whimpered at just the slightest touch of his warm hands. You desperately wanted more, but you knew you were going to have to work for it. 

You were forced to lay slightly on your side to keep the weight off your hands, but it seemed to give Tech the desired effect. He was staring at you like a starving man. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you were sure he caught that on camera. It made you blush.

“Let me look at you.” He placed both hands on your knees rolling you onto your back totally at his mercy. 

He spread your legs wide, revealing your dripping cunt. Wet all for him. You were mesmerized by the look in his eyes, that hunger. It was making you even more horny knowing you were doing this to him. It was longer a want, but a need to have his hands back on you.

He ran a selfish hand through your folds collecting some of the wetness but avoiding the place you wanted him the most. He was testing you, to see if you’d complain and get bratty with him. 

You usually did under Crosshair’s influence, but you were too desperate for him to touch you to even go there. You just wanted to be a good girl for Tech tonight and submit to him without a fight.

You stared up at him with glossy eyes as he scanned every part of your tied body. He took special time showing off his handy work behind your back. He even rolled you over to record the details and get a good shot of your round ass. 

“So beautiful Mesh’la.” He massaged the cheek that still held Hunter’s hand print from the night before. He seemed to take a bit of an interest in it, massaging it himself. You were breathing heavy now, hoping he’d take mercy on you and make you cum. 

“Thank you alpha.” You groaned feeling his fingers trail dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. 

“Look at you, not even bratting tonight.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “Is this all it takes for you to behave?” He tugged at the rope around your wrist with a slender finger. 

You whined in response. 

Usually he’d demand you use your words but he was getting impatient even for himself. Between the massage earlier and now this. You allowing him to fulfill one of his favorite fantasies had him desperate to feel you cumming around him. As Crosshair would say, it’s one for “the spank bank.”

He ripped off his shirt throwing it to the side while pushing down his trousers leaving him bare. You strained to look at him, but the restraints forbade your movements. He chuckled and flipped you back over spreading you once again. 

“Now, darling, you’re going to cum for me as many times as I want before I fuck you full, do you understand cyare?” He picked up the vibrator holding it up for you and the camera to see. 

You nodded, “Yes, alpha.” 

“Good. Let’s begin.” He switched on the toy and slowed it down to your clit making you hum. 

Immediately you were squirming around trying to push back against the ropes but obviously that wasn’t going to work. It was tiresome, but the look on Tech’s face made you even wetter. He looked like an animal with that determined squint. 

Tech’s cock twitched watching you writhe around under the little toy. He was so fixated on the way the ropes bit into your skin, he almost missed you cumming on the virbator. 

“One.” He counted keeping the toy on you as you rode out your orgasm. But then that turned into overstimulation and you started to wriggle around again trying to escape the vibrations. It was starting to feel like too much and you clenched down on nothing to your dismay. You desperately wanted to be filled.

“Ahh!” You whimpered feeling yourself quickly be thrown into another orgasm. You couldn’t believe it. You moaned as the pleasure washed over you, tingling all of your nerves. You had to remember to breathe letting your body try to relax a little.

“Two. Good omega.” He encouraged keeping the toy to your cunt, “Think I can make you squirt with just this?” He rubbed the toy around eliciting more cries. You flinched when he’d trace over a certain spot making you cry out for him. 

“Doing so good cyare, I want one more. Can you do that for me omega?” He looked down at you with a stern look. You looked up at him with bleary glossy eyes trying to squirm away from the toy. 

“Y-yes.. sir. Yessir.” You threw your head back unsure if you’d be able to take another orgasm again so soon. You were desperate for a break, but you wanted to please your alpha and decided you’d do whatever he wanted. 

You greedily watched him fist himself and the drops of precum dripping from his flushed tip. The way his cock flushed as he stoked himself made you salivate. You ground your hips down onto the toy lost in your thoughts about licking him up. 

He watched you succumb to the lust as you chased your high with determination. He was purring knowing you were trying to please him, it made him very, very happy. 

“Almost there omega.” He was watching your movements stutter before you tried arching back as you came hard. 

Tech smiled proudly and withdrew the toy letting you release a massive sigh. You twitched as the aftershocks rolled through you and you squeezed your thighs together trying to calm yourself. 

“My perfect girl.” He praised leaning down, “I just have to have a taste cyare.” He gave you a few licks making you cry out before sloppily making out with your cunt. 

You moaned enjoying the warmth and softness of his wet mouth it was a soothing contrast to the vibrating toy. It was so delicious you ground down into him as best as you could from your angle. Just as quickly as he started, he pulled away to kneel over you. You watched him spit on his own cock rubbing the wetness around before sliding down to tease your entrance. 

“Alpha!” You whined feeling the warmth radiating into you. 

“Shh, omega.” He cooed before surging forwards watching himself disappear into you inch by inch. You cried out with joy finally feeling the glorious stretch you craved so much. 

“Fuck!” You yelped as he started to thrust making you purr in delight. 

Tech focused in on getting a rhythm going watching how you bounced up and down the mattress and the way your bound tits jiggled between the knots. It was going to make him cum. He had to close his eyes and focus on not coming so fast despite how absolutely utterly perfect you looked tied up like this. It was glorious. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Fuck baby.” He pulled out suddenly deciding he couldn’t take it anymore. You whined feeling empty but he just picked you up setting you down on the floor next to the bed kneeling you on a discarded pillow before pressing his soaked cock to your lips. 

You smiled and greedily took him into your mouth letting him grab the sides of your face before he started fucking your throat. 

You felt the subspace creeping up on you as you settled into his pace being mindful to breathe while you relaxed your jaw and throat muscles. The grunts and whines Tech were letting out fed the needy omega in you. Alpha was happy. You were making alpha happy. 

It made your entire body flutter. 

The next thing you knew, Tech was pulling out and splattering his cum on your cheek and across the bridge of your nose while the two of you breathed heavily. 

He looked down at you in slight shock before coming to his senses and shutting off the camera to kneel down in front of you. 

“I’m so sorry cyare.” He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped your face, “I shouldn’t have done that.” His eyes were filled with concern. 

“Hmm?” You looked up at him with bleary eyes as he cleaned you, “It’s alright alpha.” You smiled softly trying to ease him. 

He rubbed your jaw affectionately studying you. When he realized you were heavy into subspace, he sighed and picked you up placing you onto the bed knowing talking won’t help much.

“You did so good for me omega.” He praised while untying the knots carefully. He took extra care rubbing the areas with indent marks with his thumb soothingly. You preened under his ministrations feeling yourself start to free up from the confines of the rope. 

You stretched before clinging to Tech. He removed the last of the rope before using his soiled t-shirt to clean between your legs and settle you into the covers. You kept mindlessly reaching for him, whining when he had to clean up the space a bit, removing any objects from the bed. 

Tech curled around you surrounding you in warmth, “I’m so proud of you, cyare. You did so fucking good.” He pressed a kiss to your hair. You rolled over and looked at him before pressing into his mouth for a real kiss. 

He melted into you instantly and you smiled. He kept kissing you like he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Thank you alpha.” You whispered snuggling into his chest. 

“Now, get some rest cyare. You’ve earned it.” He petted your hair soothing you into much needed sleep. 

Uhh yeah... so that just happened bahaha...

Anyways - I wonder what Crosshair is doing right about now...

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Heated ~ pt.17

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Canon Typical violence, slight adherence to cannon events but just slightly... angst babes... angst... trauma response, big sad, big emotions, grief and loss

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"Ow!"

You were a bit distressed listening to the way Wrecker was groaning in pain. "Baby, I already gave you more than what I should have for the pain. Are you sure it’s not working?" You sighed, running your hands over his as he rubbed the side of his head.

“It aches,” he whimpered, leaning back against the side of the ship.

You looked to Hunter, wondering what you should do. If these were normal circumstances, you’d request taking him back to Coruscant to see Layla, but that wasn’t an option.

He looked at his brother with a worried expression, and you returned the same look to him. He had felt your distress start about an hour ago. He didn’t like the scent you were emitting while you scanned your alpha repetitively, thinking you must have missed something.

“Wrecker has sustained many head injuries since we were children,” Tech chimed in. “Perhaps it’s just some nerve damage or remnants of a concussion.”

“I’d like to get him to a real medical center if we can,” you said, watching Hunter help guide Wrecker from the ship out into the docking bay on Ord Mantel.

You slipped on your helmet and trailed after them, keeping close to Tech and Echo.

When you reached Cid’s, all of you slid inside, finding the Trandoshan behind the bar cleaning glasses.

“Nice look, sweetcheeks,” she smiled at the armor.

“Thanks, Cid,” you went to take the helmet off, but Hunter stopped you. He set Wrecker down on a stool and turned to face the far corner of the bar.

You faced the same direction, watching a hooded figure approach you cautiously.

Hunter placed you behind him again, watching the man approach.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Cid snarled at the hooded man.

You watched the man push the hood back, revealing bleach-blond hair and the sharpest jawline in the known region.

“Rex?” Hunter raised a brow. “Captain, what are you doing here?”

You shoved Hunter to the side, ripping off your helmet. “Rex!” You ran forwards, jumping into the air and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He caught you in a hug, bringing you in close. You pressed your nose into his collar as he swayed, keeping you both upright.

“Hey, Kid,” he said lowly. You heard the emotion in his throat, knowing he was fighting back his feelings.

“Where have you been?” You whispered, feeling him set you back down on the ground. “What happened?” You felt tears well up in your eyes.

He looked at you with a saddened expression, and you suddenly knew things were so much worse than he was letting on.

“We need to talk,” he sighed.

“How did you find us?” Hunter asked, worried that their location might be compromised.

“The Martez sisters,” Rex replied. “Said they worked with you on a job. A bunch of rogue clones. Told me where I could find you.”

“Ah, great. More clones,” Cid grumbled. “I’m not taking in any more strays!”

“Why’d you come?” Hunter asked.

“I’m trying to find our brothers,” he said as you clutched onto his waist, refusing to let go. “After Order 66, there were a few who didn’t follow command. They were detained and imprisoned by the Empire. I’m trying to get them out.”

“Your chip didn’t work?” You asked, looking up at him.

He sighed and shook his head. “It did. I almost killed Ahsoka.” You saw the tears rising up in his eyes as he fought them back. “She saved me. Fives warned all of us. He even found the evidence of what the Chancellor was planning. He had him executed.”

Your eyes widened in horror. You felt a tear spill down your cheek. “Fives?” Your best pack mate… gone.

He nodded, and you started to cry in earnest. He held you close, trying to comfort you. Even Echo had to sit down, taking in the news. It was a bit of a shock to say the least. He slumped down, putting his head in his hands. Echo was the last domino….

“Where’s Ahsoka?” You inhaled a shaky breath.

“We separated after the crash,” he said, looking up at the other clones. “We were transporting Maul off Mandalore when the order was given. General Tano and I were on General Skywalker’s Venator. He was called back to Coruscant because the Chancellor staged his own capture. One second I was speaking with Ahsoka, and then next all I knew was that I had to kill her. She was smart enough to get me separated from the others to take out my chip. I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but the ship was going down, and we were racing against Maul for the last ship out of there. The others had all turned on us. They were going to kill us, they were aiming the ship for a crash landing onto an icy moon.” He let a tear slip, and you reached up to wipe it away. “Ahsoka fought them off for as long as she could. Jesse, Ridge, and the others… they-they didn’t make it.”

You shook, backing up from Rex in disbelief. You placed a hand to your chest, suddenly feeling like the room was zooming out on you. All you remember was letting out a blood-curdling scream as you felt your heart rip apart. You knew at some point the others knelt around you, trying to console you, but you no longer felt real… Nothing felt real. 

The grief took over all of your senses, and your body shook, trying to process the fact that the only people you considered family were all dead… you suddenly felt very, very alone.

They died turning on their sister… on little Soka.

You heard Cid yell at the other customers, kicking them out of the bar and closing down shop. Even she was disturbed hearing your wails.

You inhaled sharply, trying to force yourself to breathe. You whined, “Where is Kix?”

Rex shook his head. “Missing,” he wiped his own tears. “I searched for him before we were called to Mandalore, but he was nowhere to be found.”

You sobbed into your hands, still kneeling on the bar floor. Cid came over, handing you a napkin to wipe up your tears.

“And you all wonder why I worry about her,” Cid chastised, running her claws through your hair. “Listen, sweetcheeks, I’m not the most comforting person I know, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

You nodded silently, leaning into her, trying to quell the pain in your body. Her unusual warmth made you sob even more.

“Where is General Tano?” Tech asked.

Rex shrugged. “We agreed to separate and go into hiding until things cooled down,” Rex said, running his hands up and down your spine as you continued to cry.

“W-what about Ani?” You whispered, looking up at Rex with red, tear-stained eyes.

He just sighed and shook his head. “Holo channels said he died protecting the younglings in the Jedi Temple. He tried stopping the coup.”

You just bit your lip, feeling another wave of grief hit… your entire pack… gone…just like that.

“Shh,” Cid cooed. “It’s okay.”

Your entire body shook with hiccups.

“Did any other Jedi survive?” Hunter asked.

“Not that I know of,” Rex replied.

You whined.

“How about you all go talk somewhere else?” Cid snapped. “You’ve all upset her enough!”

They all went to stand when Wrecker let out a howl, clutching his head. Rex put his hand on your shoulder, kneeling and reaching for his gun. “What’s wrong with him?”

You noticed his hand on his blaster and suddenly leaned forwards, grabbing onto Rex’s armor. “He’s fine. He’s had a concussion and needs to go to a medical facility.”

Rex was suddenly very protective of you, scooching you under him like a worried parent. “Have you had your chips removed?”

Hunter went to his brother. “No, but they didn’t activate.”

“Just Crosshair’s,” Echo said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rex pulled out his weapon. The others returned the action, ready to defend their brother.

You whined, clutching onto Rex while Cid tried to defuse the situation. “Hey! Woah! No shooting in my bar!”

“I’ve seen what those do,” Rex snarled. “You cannot go on without taking them out… now! You’re a danger to everyone and everything. Even her!” He looked down at you.

They flinched at his tone. Clearly, this was bigger than they realized.

“How do we remove the inhibitor chips?” Tech asked, being diplomatic.

“I know a place,” Rex said. “But we’ll have to move quickly. I’m going to need your help, kid.”

You nodded and wiped away your tears. “I can help. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

~~~

The planet of Bracca was nothing more than a trash wasteland. The entire planet had been used as a junkyard, including retiring all of the Republic star cruisers and Venators. Rex explained everything Fives had found, including providing you with a copy of his findings that Ahsoka had retrieved. You studied the material, gaining a good understanding of what needed to be done.

“Are you sure the ship hasn’t been totally stripped?” Echo asked, following his old captain.

Tech helped you leap across a large gap in metal.

“I was here just a few days ago with some of our brothers,” he said. “I think the technology is still intact.”

“I sure hope so,” Hunter said, seeing the star cruiser in sight. "It seems it’s still mostly intact. Luckily, the metal strippers haven’t had much time yet to get at the innards."

As you approached the side of the ship, you noticed a couple of locals working on a door panel, taking out the wiring and salvaging what they thought might be valuable.

Rex snuck up on them, hitting them with stun blasts. The boys dragged the unconscious bodies inside the ship, keeping them out of sight while the rest of you clambered inside the massive ship.

Everything seemed to be pretty much the same and functional.

“It’s looking alright to me,” Tech said, turning on his flashlight to better inspect the interior.

“Alright, this way,” Rex said, leading you all to where the medical bay would be at the back of the vessel.

Hunter pushed you up and over some knocked-over crates before you all followed Rex down the main corridor, taking you right to the medical bay. “We have to switch on the ship’s reserve power for the machines to work.”

“I can do that,” Tech volunteered.

“Great,” Rex nodded.

“I’ll go with,” Echo said, walking with Tech to climb up to the bridge.

“As for this,” he said, looking at the undamaged medical machinery, “I’m still trying to figure out a way to do this without hurting anyone.”

“I can be of help,” you nodded. “I was reading Fives' file. It says Tup’s removal killed him, but I noticed a small error in the removal process.”

You plugged your datapad into the main holoscreen to look at Tup’s scans.

“Knowing what we know now, it was obvious the Kaminoan who performed his operation didn’t want him to survive. She intentionally nicked his cerebellum with the intention to turn him into a vegetable. Luckily, we did this surgery in our sleep back on Coruscant.”

“So you can do it?” Rex asked, hopeful.

“Absolutely,” you nodded. “Let me get this whole place sterilized before we begin.” You looked around, reaching into one of the drawers, pulling out sterilizing spray, and got to work cleaning the machinery.

Just when you were about finished, Tech got the power up and running to the medical bay, switching on the machines and medical droids.

They beeped at you, and you told them what needed to be finished. You pulled out a hair clipper and turned to Hunter. “Sorry, Sarge.”

He sighed and outstretched his hand. You placed the buzzer in his hand, and he turned to find a mirrored surface somewhere.

“Is it gonna hurt?” Wrecker asked, getting anxious.

You shook your head. “Nah. I’ll knock you out so you’ll be asleep. Best nap you’ll ever take.”

He sighed, feeling more relieved.

“Alright. Let’s get this done as quickly as possible. I don’t want more scrappers finding this place,” Rex nodded.

You heard Echo and Tech coming back into the room and turned to face them. “So, who wants to go first?”

~~~

Tech volunteered to go first, his trust in you evident in the resolute gaze he held as you prepared for the delicate procedure. He laid down on the medical table allowing you to begin.

With unwavering precision, you navigated the intricate network of his brain using the laparoscopic tools, honing in on the tumor-esque chip. With careful hands and steady focus, you delicately extracted the foreign object, a weighty burden lifted as it landed in the sterile dish.

"Atta girl," Rex's voice carried a note of admiration as he waited you operate. The hum of machinery filled the room as the repair sequence initiated, weaving its magic to mend the cellular damage within Tech’s skull.

Glancing over the scans, you couldn't help but shake your head at the evidence of neglect evident in his medical history. "It seems like he had a broken arm around the age of ten," you remarked, a tinge of sorrow coloring your tone. You could see where the bone had healed over. 

Wrecker confirmed with a nod in affirmation. "Oh yeah, I remember that. He fell off Crosshair’s shoulders trying to climb into an air vent when we were cadets."

The injustice of their past treatment weighed heavily on your mind, making you sigh of frustration. "Did none of you receive proper care there?"

Rex's response was tinged with bitterness. "Not really, kid. We weren’t regarded as people, you know? More like commodities."

The grim reality of their upbringing settled like a heavy fog in the room, but your attention quickly returned to Tech's progress, "He should be waking soon," you reassured, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

"Good," Hunter nodded in agreement. "Wrecker, you’re up next."

Despite his gruff exterior, Wrecker winced visibly as a fresh wave of pain washed over him. "Ugh! Argh!"

Recognizing the urgency, gesturing towards his head with a sense of resolve. "Sooner rather than later, Wrecker. We'll have you feeling better in no time."

As the others carefully moved Tech off the table and onto the floor, where the diligent droids attended to him, you turned your attention to Wrecker, offering a reassuring smile as you guided him onto the surgical table.

"Don’t worry, Alpha," you murmured soothingly, your fingers tracing the scar tissue on his temple. “It will be the best nap you’ve ever taken."

Though reluctant, Wrecker acquiesced, laying back with a resigned sigh. With practiced efficiency, you initiated the machinery. Placing an oxygen mask over his face, you administered the anesthesia, watching with relief as Wrecker succumbed to its effects, his troubled expression turned to easy slumber.

"Alpha, huh?" Rex's voice held a note of curiosity as he regarded you with a questioning expression, Just like Ani used to do when he knew you and Ahsoka had gotten into some mischief.

"It’s complicated," you replied with a wry smile, your focus unwavering as you monitored Wrecker's vital signs.

"How complicated?" Rex's arms folded across his chest, his stance was like a concerned parent.

You hesitated, your gaze flitting briefly to Hunter, Echo, and Tech before returning to Rex. "Very."

Rex’s brow furrowed in confusion as he attempted to decipher that cryptic response, but before he could press further, Tech stirred, the daze lifting from his eyes as he sat up slowly. "Did it work?"

With a warm smile, you nodded, relief flooding your senses at the sight of his returning consciousness. "Yes, Tech. It worked perfectly."

"Well, that is good news," Rex remarked, a hint of relief coloring his tone as he observed Tech's gradual return to lucidity.

With Tech's procedure successfully completed, you turned your attention to Wrecker, guiding him through the final stages of his own treatment with care. As the last traces of anesthesia faded, he roused from his slumber, his movements sluggish. 

“All done,” you announced, stepping back from the machine as the robots efficiently disposed of the biochip.

"All done," you said, stepping back from the machine, watching the robots take the biochip away and dispose of it.

"Good," Tech said, helping Wrecker come back to himself.

"What about Echo?" Wrecker asked.

"I checked; the chip was too damaged during his injuries on Skako Minor," you replied, watching Hunter slide back out unconscious on the table. "He’s no threat."

"Love to hear it," Echo smirked.

“Alright, I gotta get out of here and return to base,” Rex said, handing you a secure com device, “For emergencies, or if you just miss me.”

Rex gave you one last hug before disappearing down the hall and back towards his ship.

“We just have to wait for Hunter to wake and then we should be good to go,” you nodded, running your fingers through Hunter’s loose hair.

“That wasn’t bad at all,” Wrecker said, drinking some of Tech’s water.

“I told you,” you smiled, looking at the two alphas on the floor sitting cross-legged like children. It made you smile wondering what they were all like as cadets. Probably just as chaotic if not more.

Hunter started to stir, drawing your attention back to his beautiful face. Your fingers went to the spot behind his ear that gave him shivers. You scratched that spot and down his neck, causing him to wake up a bit more.

He hummed, enjoying your touch.

“Time to get up, sleepyhead,” you joked, tugging his hair lightly.

“Mmm, five more minutes,” he smiled, flashing you his white teeth.

“Here,” Tech stood at his side, helping him up and giving him some water to rehydrate.

Hunter greedily downed the water before grunting, trying to stand.

“Feeling okay?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, finding his feet and turning to face the others, “How long has it been?”

“A few hours since we touched down,” Tech said, checking his data pad, “I would advise we vacate this planet before any trouble arises, seeing as our business is done here.”

“Agreed,” Echo nodded.

You put your helmet back on and grabbed your pack.

“Are you feeling awake enough to travel?” You asked the three alphas.

They all nodded, assuring you that they were fine. It was still impressive to see their remarkable recovery times. The Kaminoans worked very hard designing them, apparently.

The hike up to the bridge felt like it was taking forever. Luckily, Tech got the lifts up and working, which was lovely, but you’d never been on a Star Destroyer before. It felt like double the size of Ani’s Venator.

The thoughts of the tall brunette Jedi made your heart clench, but you fought back the tears. This wasn’t the time or place for slipping back into your grieving. You had a mission to complete and right now, Tech needed to power down the ship

"Hey, guys!" Echo's voice crackled through your comms, a sharp interruption in the quiet hum of the ship. You pushed the button on the side of your helmet to respond, your voice slightly muffled by the gear, "What?"

"Wrecker and I found a literal ton of military-grade missiles and weapons systems down here. I think we could sell them for a small fortune," Echo said, excitement evident even through the crackling transmission.

Hunter replied with a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with skepticism, "So we're just going to become arms dealers now?"

"Well, we're already mercenaries, and these will be worth so much more than anything Cid could pay us."

Hunter's response was a resigned acceptance, "Okay, after we power down the vessel, we'll get the ship to load up what we can fit."

"Sarge, there are so many DC-15A's down here. They're the fancy carbine ones too," Wrecker practically drooled over the crates of guns, his enthusiasm palpable.

"Okay, we'll be on it once we reach the bridge," Hunter concluded. You trotted behind him, the rhythmic clank of your boots echoing in the metallic corridors, keeping pace with his determined stride and Tech's long legs before you all reached the bridge.

"Mesh'la, can you assist me?" Tech's voice was focused as he removed his pack, the urgency evident in his tone.

You nodded and knelt down next to him as he climbed under the console, the metal cold against your knees. He asked you to lay down next to him and hold a clump of wires while he started severing the connections he had made in order to power this monstrous ship.

As Tech was busy working, you noticed the faint sound of beeping coming from one of the machines, a subtle but persistent sound.

"What's that?" You asked quietly, your voice barely a whisper.

"What's what?" Tech paused his work to listen, his brow furrowing in concentration, "Oh, that's a proximity alarm."

"Proximity alarm?" Hunter repeated, his footsteps echoing as he approached, all you could see from under the console was his shins as he leaned over the controls.

"We've got incoming," he announced, his voice firm.

Your heart quickened its pace, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you and Tech dropped what you were doing to investigate the source of the alarm. In the distance, the unmistakable sound of TIE fighters closing in sent a chill down your spine.

”Imperials," Tech's tone was grim, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.

Your blood ran cold.

"We need to leave now," you urged, a sense of urgency creeping into your voice as you felt the weight of impending danger pressing down upon you… but this was something more… you felt it tingle in your spine. 

"Let's get down to the others," Hunter agreed, and the three of you made a break for the lifts, the urgency of your footsteps echoing in the narrow corridors.

At a full sprint, you made it down to the weapons bay in record time, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you skidded to a stop. You were huffing and puffing, sweat trickling down your brow, but you found Wrecker and Echo in the distance, their figures silhouetted against the dimly lit bay, totally unaware of the impending danger.

"We gotta go!" Hunter's voice cut through the air like a knife, his urgency palpable as he waved for the others to follow.

They turned to look, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern as the sound of gunfire rumbled through the ship. They must be opening fire trying to flush you all out.

You continued your sprint, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you grabbed a new fancy rifle from Wrecker as you ran for the back of the ship, following Tech's guidance.

"There should be an exit right around-" Tech's words were cut off by a red flash of blaster fire, the sound reverberating through the narrow corridor, making you yelp in surprise.

You all ducked and turned in the other direction, your footsteps quickening as you sprinted like your lives depended on it, the adrenaline propelling you forward. Echo provided cover fire as you turned out of the weapons bay and into the main hallway towards the nose of the ship, the sound of blaster fire echoing in the distance had your hair standing up on end. 

"They're going to do a forward-to-aft sweep. We can alternate corridors and get to the hangar bay," Echo's voice was calm but determined.

"I'll tap into their com systems," Tech's fingers danced across his datapad as he worked, his focus unwavering, "We can track their movements."

You all slowed down following Tech's directions, wondering how a ship his big ever managed to fly through space.

Hunter held up his hand, signaling for you all to stop, his eyes scanning the corridor for any sign of danger. You heard the crackling com chatter coming from their helmets as four regs passed through the halls on their sweep. You had to hold your breath, too scared they would be able to hear you.

When the coast was clear, Hunter gave the signal, and you all began your quick pace again, following Tech.

You heard a slight crackle in your own helmet before Tech had tuned you all into the Imperial channel…Then you heard the sound of your nightmares…

"All squads."

"Yes, sir."

"Push the targets towards the hangar. We'll pin them down."

"Roger that."

…Crosshair…

You sucked in a nervous breath, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as a chill ran down your spine. He was here… he found you.

You looked up at Hunter, even though you couldn’t see his face you sense him tense at Crosshair’s voice too.

"He found me," you whispered, the weight of his presence hitting you.

"We won't let him hurt you, adi'ka," Hunter promised.

"Actually," Tech stepped forward, his voice calm but resolute, "I think he's here for us. He doesn't know what happened to Y/N." Tech gestured to his brothers, his expression neutral "He probably thinks we got her killed. He's here for revenge. They wouldn't have opened fire on us and risk hurting his mate. I believe Crosshair thinks she's dead."

"Then we have to keep her disguise intact," Echo nodded in your direction.

"We can't go to the hangar bay anymore," you reminded, your voice tinged with urgency, "How the hell are we getting off this ship?"

"We'll go to the artillery deck instead and climb our way down," Hunter decided.

The artillery deck wasn’t too far from your current location; it was the center of the ship, and Tech chose the side that was slightly tilted towards the ground for an easier descent. With the help of his datapad and Echo's scomp, the two clones opened the blast doors, revealing the massive ion cannons sitting there in the decrepit deck, their imposing presence a grim reminder of the firepower at the republic’s disposal.

As a medic, you had never been to this part of a Republic vessel, the sight of the massive cannons almost made you cower. You were familiar with the sounds those cannons would make in action, but you hadn't ever seen it in person yourself, the gravity of the situation sinking in as you took in the sight before you.

The boys quickly cleared the room, their movements swift and purposeful as they prepared for the descent ahead. 

Wrecker shifted uncomfortably, his unease evident even through his helmet, "Uhh… okay, I’m not going down that way."

"There they are!" The sound of voices made you all flinch and spin around to find the regs filing in, guns drawn.

You heard the sound of their blasters powering up, and you swallowed heavily. You were karked…

"Tapping our comms to track our movements? So predictable…" Crosshair’s silvery voice gave made your spine tingle, his presence like death itself. You caught Crosshair’s gaze clock you, but he didn’t seem to care as he focused on his main target, his eldest brother. You realized that he really believed you to be dead, even though you stood a mere few feet from him. Your heart raced.

Hunter spun around to face his brother, his expression unreadable behind his helmet, his resolve unwavering despite the looming threat. Wrecker stuck his head out, his voice tinged with defiance, "Nice to see you too, Crosshair."

Tech leaned to Echo, his voice low but urgent, "Reroute reserve power to the cannons."

Echo very discreetly knelt down to scomp into the system and began working on the computers, his movements swift and purposeful despite the chaos unfolding around you.

“You know if these fire, the whole deck will collapse,” Echo whispered back.

“Exactly.” Tech replied. 

You didn’t like the sound of that…

Crosshair then lowered his weapon, handing it to his second in command, the tension in the air palpable as he moved with purpose. The female trooper took it as Crosshair went to remove his helmet.

When the airlock disengaged and his face was finally visible, you had to hold back the gasp at seeing his features, the sight of him made your heart ache. His eyes were sunk in and surrounded by purple rings, the dark circles a stark reminder of the toll that the broken bond had taken on him. He looked exhausted, his features drawn and haggard. He hadn’t been sleeping… he looked awful. 

His entire figure was leaner, his frame gaunt and emaciated. The alpha has been suffering, his pain evident even through the stoic facade he wore. You heart broke looking upon him. 

"You’re going to tell me exactly what happened to her," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Hunter immediately saw the rage flooding his brother's eyes, the fury simmering just beneath the surface. Crosshair looked feral.

Hunter hesitated, his expression unreadable behind his helmet, his gaze meeting Crosshair's with steely resolve.

“She died, Cross,” Hunter lied, his voice steady despite the weight of the lie.

“Fucking TELL ME!” He raised his voice, the sound reverberating through the narrow corridor, his rage palpable even through the crackling comms.

Hunter was trying to fabricate a believable story that Crosshair would believe.

"The bond killed her. You betrayed her, and it killed her.” Hunter squeezed his pistol tighter.

“Liar!” He snarled, his voice low and menacing, his gaze locked with Hunter's in a silent battle of wills, “You couldn’t handle that she belonged to me… and you fucking killed her!”

“That’s not true, Crosshair. We tried to help her. We—we tried…” Hunter sighed, his voice tinged with regret, his words a silent plea for understanding, “she wasn’t strong enough to survive the bond.”

“You betrayed her, brother,” Tech added, his voice neutral, “when you almost shot her for the pup. You know why they had to put her in stasis. Yes, she told us. Your betrayal damaged the soul bond. It took her life.”

Crosshair roared, his fury echoing through the narrow corridor, his rage was nearly painful to listen to. He was getting angrier, it was consuming him. The grief of loosing his mate had taken a toll on the sniper.

Crosshair pressed the side of the blaster to his temple and his hand to the other as he was taking in this information. He was starting to become deranged, his sanity slipping away, his grip on reality growing ever more tenuous with each passing moment. The loss of a mate was maddening, the weight of his grief threatening to consume him whole, his rage boiling over like a violent storm.

The once stoic sniper was muttering to himself, his words a frantic whisper as he cursed the maker.

“Echo… any time now,” Tech signaled, his voice urgent, his words a silent plea for a much needed distraction. Echo could sense that Crosshair was close to shooting Hunter.

When the ARC trooper looked up, you knew it was time to brace, your heart pounding in your chest as the tension in the air reached its breaking point, your adrenaline coursing through your veins like a wildfire.

“Kill them,” Crosshair ordered.

Before anyone could move an inch, Echo powered up the cannons, watching them slide along the floor and punch out Crosshair and some of the troopers in a wild fury. 

Before you knew it, the floor was giving out, and all of you were free-falling down into the floors below. Unfortunately, the damage to the ship was greater than you anticipated, and you all got separated as the integrity of the ship dissolved.

You watched the artillery deck, or what was left of it, rise further and further out of your reach as you plummeted into the floors below with a scream. You felt the hard impact of a smooth piece of metal hit your back before your head collided, making you go numb

You groaned, watching everything become fuzzy as you tried to focus on your surroundings.

You were fading in and out of consciousness, fighting to stay awake but the damage has been done. You were certain you had a concussion amongst other things. The pain in your shins confirmed this theory. But, the fight in you wasn’t over, and the knowledge that Crosshair was nearby with an army of soldiers had you forcing yourself up onto your hands and knees, trying to regain control of your body out of survival.

“There’s movement over here,” you heard the voice of a reg behind you. When you looked down, you noticed your hand was bleeding, cut up on some sharp metal. You bit back a yelp before forcing yourself up on wobbly legs and heading towards the side of the ship again clutching your injured hand to your chest.

“Hey,” you heard Wrecker call out to you, and you stumbled over to him pushing through the dust. From where he stood, he could see the true extent of all the damage. The entire ceiling had caved in, leaving just a few troopers to look down from the rotting structure above.

“We have to move,” Wrecker said, guiding you to an opening. “Are you alright?”

“I’m bleeding,” you showed him your hand. You were still a little dazed from the fall.

“We have to get you back to the ship,” Wrecker said, closing his hands over yours in a comforting manner.

Your helmet was still dialed into Crosshair’s. “Drop the charge,” you heard him say.

You looked over Wrecker’s shoulder, seeing the troopers above throw a handful of detonators down towards your level carelessly.

“Wrecker!” you yelled, yanking him towards the hole in the side of the ship, but it was too late; the blasts went off, punching you out of the side of the ship with the force of the explosion.

All you remember seeing was the side of the Star Destroyer and Wrecker’s hand outstretched to yours as you plummeted down into the junkyard below. Your fingers missed by mere seconds before you were swept into unconsciousness once again.

~~~

Crosshair had recovered from the hit of the ion cannon to find the entire floor had been dropped out, leaving his brothers scattered in the rubble below.

Not knowing if they had even survived, he ordered the bombs to be dropped just to be safe. Once the space was cleared, he and his men rappelled down into the rubble to confirm the kills.

He grabbed his rifle, raising his nose in the air, trying to pick up on his brother’s blood scent over the smell of incendiaries.

“Sir,” one of the troopers removed his helmet, making Crosshair’s blood boil; he was violating code. He had the reprimand on the tip of his tongue.

The trooper bent down, pushing his fingers into a puddle of fresh blood. “It’s… Omega,” he brought his fingers up to his nose.

Forgetting his previous thoughts, he walked over to bend down and repeat the trooper's actions. When he brought the red liquid up to his nose, his heart nearly stopped.

Omega… his Omega… his mate.

They lied…

Did he just drop bombs on his beloved mate? Crosshair’s entire reality was spinning.

He sniffed the precious blood one more time before looking around wildly… she was alive. She was here. And he just ordered them to kill her. His entire insides flipped, making him feel violently ill. He forced back the bile rising in his throat as the anxiety filled his senses.

“She’s here,” he growled. “Find her! Sweep the whole fucking ship!”

Crosshair began to look under the rubble, sniffing for more blood. He picked up on a trail of small drips leading him back to the side of the ship. That was a good sign.

She must have climbed down the side. Crafty little thing.

When he peered over the edge, he saw a small figure lying on a piece of sheet metal down below.

Shit.

Snapping his rappelling cable into place, Crosshair descended the side of the ship, lowering himself until his boots touched the metal below. He unclipped and ran over to the limp figure, kneeling down next to the body. He was confused to see a little mandalorian curled up on her side. He noted the blood smeared on the surface below her and knew suddenly it was this woman who left the trail. 

“Please, Maker,” he begged in a whisper. “Please.”

He placed both hands under the beskar helmet, unclipping the airlock and lifted it slowly. His breath was punched out of his chest when your hair came tumbling out of the helmet, and he laid eyes on your beautiful face once again. You were alive.

“Y/N,” he sighed, bringing a gloved hand up to your brow, touching the massive gash slashing through it. You were hurt… badly.

“Thank the Maker,” he felt relief flood his entire body. He commed into his team, “I have her.” He said with confidence and relief. 

“She’s alive?” his second radioed back.

He grabbed one of his blaster reflectors and held the metal under your nose. He saw the mirror fog up, letting him know you were still breathing.

“She’s alive,” he confirmed, putting the reflector back on his hip before slinging his gun around his shoulder to cradle you.

“We’re making our way to your location,” she cut the line.

Crosshair leaned forward, gently supporting your head with his hands, lifting you up from the ground and sitting you up against his chest. He held onto you tightly, unable to resist the rumbling purr coming from his chest finally feeling his torment begin to lift.

“Commander?” his second approached cautiously. “Is she alright?”

“No,” Crosshair was distressed. “She fell from the blast. I need the medic.”

“I’m here, sir,” the medic came forward, dropping to his knees at Crosshair’s side.

“She’s breathing, but she’s hurt,” Crosshair showed him your cut-up brow and hand.

“I’ll give her some bacta, but we need to get her back to base,” the medic said, scanning your body. “She’ll need a full evaluation, but I’ll do what I can.” 

“Do what you need to do,” Crosshair said. “Her survival is the most important thing.” He continued to stroke your hair as the medic spread bacta to the massive gash in your brow, along with cleaning and wrapping up your hand.

Crosshair suddenly felt like there were eyes on him. He looked up, surveying the area, searching for the familiar helmets of his brothers. He was certain they were watching; they wouldn’t leave Y/N behind… not when they tried so hard to keep her hidden from him. 

~~~

“Crosshair has her,” Echo confirmed, zooming in his scope.

Hunter hissed as Tech stuffed gauze into the wound in his side. During the explosion, they had all been separated, and Hunter had been flung into the side of some shrapnel that managed to miss his armor by an inch. The metal pierced his side, making the sergeant wince.

“We can’t let him take her,” Wrecker snarled. He just had you… you were so close.

“We’re outnumbered,” Tech said factually. “Crosshair will have us executed now that he has her. He doesn’t know that killing us will kill her. The best thing we can do for her is to stay alive and figure out a plan to get them both back.”

“Then we’ll track their ship,” Echo nodded. “We know they’re taking omegas back to Naboo.”

“Get the trackers on those ships,” Hunter forced himself up onto his knees, ignoring the blazing pain in his side. “She’ll need us.”

“Hold on,” Tech urged. “We have to get you to a medical facility. That metal was in deep.”

“I’m fine,” he growled, but his little brother pushed him back down, shaking his head. “You’re going to bleed out if you keep moving around.” Tech was getting frustrated. Being split like this was making his heart ache. On the one hand, you were unconscious in the care of their mind-controlled murderous brother, and on the other, Hunter lay in front of him, injured more than he’s ever been.

There was no chance they’d get out of this intact if they tried chasing you down. To Tech, the solution was clear… they were going to have to let you go with Crosshair.

Echo watched Crosshair kneel down, picking up your limp body and holding you close to his chest as they began to walk back to the transport ship climbing the ramp.

“He’s taking her onto the ship. The troopers are loading in,” Echo narrated.

“Take the shot,” Hunter ordered, gritting his teeth as Tech wrapped tight bandages around his torso.

Wrecker handed Echo the rifle, twisting on the long-distance barrel. Echo pulled out a tracker from his utility belt and loaded it into the chamber.

He waited for the loading ramp to close shut behind Crosshair before aiming the rifle. He locked onto the side where no one would see it and fired the bullet. He watched the little circular tracker magnetize to the side of the ship, starting its transmission signal.

“I got it,” Echo confirmed, looking to his data pad. He watched the beacon signal back to his tech. “We got you, Tiny.” He watched the imperial vessel unfold its wings before the ship powered up and lifted into the air taking you off planet. 

DADDY'S HOME

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[coraex]

Breaking my heart again with these two 😭

And the fact that this song is actually the one I had in mind when I first started to think about their scenes on Kamino in episode 16 breaks my heart even more 😭

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I'm also wondering about something. I absolutely LOVE making these edits (some scenes in each episode they're both in). And I wanna know if you'd be interested in if I were to do this type of edit (small little scenes) for EVERY episode they're in (including TCW) ?

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Howzer my darling, I'm coming for you. I will find you

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Me seeing howzer get arrested:

Welp, time to add him to my dead husband list knowing Dave is big on sacrifices and clone deaths

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