#JUST GIVE US BIG BROTHER CROSSHAIR ONE TIME-

[havoc-7]

Why Tech's Death Maybe WASN'T Handled As Badly As We Think

Okay y'all, this is definitely gonna be a hot take but I just have to say it:

I was, and still am, DEVASTATED about Tech's death.

I want him to be alive so bad. I think he deserved so much better.

I thought it was frustrating the way that his death was handled in S3--sort of there in these small little moments, but never meaningfully acknowledged, and certainly never grappled with by the characters the way that it should be. We never see the characters really experience closure with regards to Tech's death, and so we, by extension, never experience the same closure, and we left feeling this continuing sense of bereavement and grief and anger and injustice.

HOWEVER

I think that is the way we are supposed to feel about it.

The Bad Batch is about, among other things, the dehumanizing effects and the tragic costs of war and genocide. It is about a group of people (the clones) who have to fight for basic human rights, for the right to have their own identities and to create their own futures. That is not a battle that is only fought in fiction. People fight that fight every day, all over the world.

Tech's death boiled down to this: Tech loves his brother, Crosshair. Crosshair is brainwashed and manipulated by a corrupt government who stripped him of his identity and free will and isolated him from his family. When Crosshair finally becomes disillusioned with the Empire, his usefulness to them as a soldier disappears and he becomes nothing more than a test subject for inhumane experimentation. Tech sees a chance to save Crosshair from this, but the plans go awry and now he and all his brothers face the same fate. The logical solution: sacrifice himself. Make sure they get away. Make sure they never have to go through what the Empire will put them through. Give them a chance at a future.

Tech's death never should have happened because the Empire never should have happened. What the Empire did to the clones never should have happened. The clones should never have had to fight for the right to be human beings.

Was his death incredibly noble? Absolutely. Is he a hero? Absolutely.

But in real life, a fact of war is that brave people are going to have to make profound sacrifices that, despite being noble and heroic, should never have to be made, because the fact is, we should just all be able to treat each other like human beings without having to go to war about it. And in real life, there are families who never receive 100% closure after losing loved ones, especially to war. Families are ripped apart every day and never have a chance to grieve, reconcile, come to terms. They just have to press forward.

And that has always been a major theme of Star Wars: that despite what happens, despite what we lose, the mission is just to keep going, to live to fight another day, to build a better future, to not let sacrifices go to waste. And that's what the Batch does.

Again, does that mean I'm happy with how Tech's death was handled in S3? No. I still think that his death was outrageously ignored for him being such a major character. I know that the Batch is not really supposed to reach full closure until the very end--the epilogue, really, because emotional turmoil and tension plays such a big role in S3--but if that is the case, then Tech's death certainly could have contributed to some of that turmoil and tension in a much more satisfying way, so that fans are not left thinking that the entire Bad Batch just shrugged of Tech's death and said, "Eh, great, he sacrificed himself for us, his choice, he knew the risks, so let's just move on." If they were as close a family as the show wants us to think, then Tech's death would have been a shadow over them every single day for a long time, and the last season just never really gives us that, at least not in the way we need. It could have afforded to be much more open about Tech's death.

However, the lingering feelings of grief that we fans feel because Tech died may be a good thing, because they show that we are human, and they show that we recognize the wrongness and injustice of it all. They show that we have not become desensitized to sacrifice. And, in light of all the themes and messages the show tries to portray, I think that might be the point.

Tech represents all of the real people, all over the world, who heroically died fighting fights that never should have had to be fought.

#sw tbb #star wars #tbb #the bad batch #sw the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker

[ars-de-elysium]

OK SO WAIT CROSSHAIR BEING BACK WITH THE BATCH MEANS WE GET SOME BIG BROTHER CROSS MOMENTS WITH OMEGA RIGHT-

RIGHT!?

#final season means final chances for Omega to spend time with all her brothers- #even the grumpy one. #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch season 3 #the bad batch #the bad batch s3 #bad batch crosshair #bad batch omega #JUST GIVE US BIG BROTHER CROSSHAIR ONE TIME-

[pat-riott]

The Bad Batch: Hunter

I love this show and these characters, but I feel like we need more info on Hunter ya know? (he is my fave) but I feel like theres character development that needs to happen with him. Or at least diving into the character on screen more than ‘oh hey look he’s Omega’s dad’

I like his character cuz he is the ‘leader’ and so its shown he feels responsible for everyone and he just automatically takes on the main, “parent” role for Omega. He kinda gives me the ‘king’ vibes in the whole Soldier, Poet, King dynamic because he has this sense of duty and responsibility that he maybe didn’t ask for but he will do anyway cuz he feels obligated to. Like as the big brother its obviously his job to watch out for and protect his siblings right? (maybe im projecting but I have four younger siblings)

anyhoo I feel like this needs to be explored more, or maybe just said out loud by one of the characters. Because alot of people claim Hunter is boring or uninteresting. And hey on surface level in the show there has been some character development on-screen but I feel more could be done.

When Hemlock threw Tech’s glasses at Hunter after his ‘death’ and said, “this must be hard on you as their leader.”

Of course Hunter feels responsible for Tech’s death, and Omega’s capture, and probably feels guilty as hell about Crosshair’s situation. Yes he is angry at Crosshair but I believe it did deeply hurt him to leave him behind, and then to watch him choose not to go with them.

When Crosshair and Hunter were having it out in this last episode he said, “You’re just jealous Omega got escaped with my help and not yours.” Crosshair was partially right.

I don’t think Hunter was jealous I think he just felt like he failed. Like he failed Omega, failed Tech, and failed Crosshair.

idk I just feel like the man is probably dealing with alot but its not said out-loud or explicitly shown so maybe its not noticed by everyone. I feel like he has a potential case of ‘oldest sibling syndrome’ where he feels like he MUST be useful, or MUST be capable of protecting and taking care of his siblings or else, what good is he? What is his purpose? I think maybe Hunter appears ‘boring’ on screen because he doesn’t have time to worry about himself. He comes last in his mind. And so maybe he is shown or seen as bossy and boring because he’s trying to do whats best for everyone so he doesn’t seem interesting.

#like this man probably has oldest sibling syndrome where he feels like he has to take care of everyone to be important #the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch season 3 #hunter #crosshair #tbb #am i projecting? #pshhhh #nahhh

[toska-writes]

“Where the stars can shine”

Summary: the fighting never stops, and it never will so it’s in everyone’s best interest to find the calm moments when you can.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x padawan!reader (OF COURSE THIS IS PLATONIC)

Warning: none just so much fluff!

Word count: 1261 (not proof read but what did you expect)

Notes: IM WATCHING THE NEW BAD BATCH SEASON AFTER THIS! So this is my way of manifesting everyone being alright to end the show 🥲

The war never ended, nor would it for anyone who has endured it and its intensity.

One fight always rolled into another and nothing could be done to stop it. The only way to get through it was to find the little cracks in all the bad. The place where the sun could shine and the flowers could grow.

Or in this case, the stars could twinkle.

"This is already too high for me." Wrecker stated loudly hauling himself up the side of the Marauder.

Crosshair, who was currently under Wreck scoffed to himself before clambering up the side like it was nothing. "You never seem to have that problem when we're in the air." He quipped.

"Well I'm inside then." He whined finally being assisted by Hunter who had the small hands of Omega making sure he didn't fall.

You could only laugh at the scene, leaning back on Echo you could feel him laugh too.

"Who do you think's falling off first?" You ask with a smile that was masked by the moonlight.

"The real question is," Echo leaned forward, surprised a little bit that the top of the marauders could fit 5 fully grown clones plus omega and the Jedi padawan. "Who's going to be pushed off first."

You looked back towards him and in an instant you spoke the same word together. "Tech."

Speaking of the devil, Tech's voice rang out as you looked over to where he had an arm pointing something out beyond the horizon.

"-and if you look there you'll be able to see Endor"

Omega's eyes lit up brighter than they have been in the past few days, nothing seemed to be going right for that bad batch no matter how much they tried.

"Have you guys been there?" Omegas eyes scanned the rest of her family that sat gazing with her. The sky on this backwater planet was surprisingly clear, clearer than you thought it would be.

"Eh once or twice." Hunter shrugged it off with a smile as all that Omega could do was gawk up at her big brother.

"Thats an understatement." Crosshair added quietly from beside you. With a nudge to your shoulder he added. "That meat-head over there blew up more than half the forest and got us kicked out. For life."

"Hey!" Wrecker let go of his strong grip of the Marauder with one hand to wave it at the sniper.

Omega giggled giving you a glance as you could help but laugh at the exchange. "Have you?"

You could only smile at the found memories the question brought you. Landing with your Master on a planet you've never even heard of at that time. The trees the towered over you and the abundant shades of green that you didn't even know existed. The faint sound of your master laughing as you stared up from the base of the tall trees fathomed by the hight.

"Yeah I went once I think during the Clone Wars. It was beautiful there." You spoke, the smiles spread from Omegas face to Hunters as he watched you retell the fond memories.

"Well I also did kinda crash into a tree there but other than that the rest was beautiful." Echo hide his laugh behind you as you told the more embarrassing part of the trip.

"I think I did hear about that one." The ex arc trooper spoke out. You shoved him back slightly as your gaze returned to the stars above.

"Now if you all turn your gazes eastward you can spot the Orion constellation which should also mean the Canis Major is pretty close." Tech pointed upward now, his own eyes locked tightly on the stars.

"That one has the brightest star in the whole galaxy right?" Omega filled in, whether Tech wanted to continue himself or not he could only beam down at the girl, who clearly heard this from him before.'

You smiled also recounting when Tech probably told the group for the first time.

The bounty hunters came from nowhere that day, Omega gripped on the back of Echo's armor plate  with tears streaking down her face clearly scared.

Tech stood above you the, a data pad scanned over you as Hunter tried to apply some pressure to a wound you sustained on your side. Wrecker and Cross stood around the group, the sniper's gaze fixed on the darken horizon beyond.

Panicked breath sounded out and flown into the barren night, as much as you didn't want to scare Omega more you really could help it. You were scared yourself.

"Do you see that over there." Tech took your free arm in his hand and pointed up to the looming sky with it. "That really bright star?"

You were pulled back from your thoughts with the slightest nudge from Crosshair who spared you a glance, nobody else seemed to notice his movements

"I want to go to all of those planets one day." The words were light from Omega, a smile still evident in her voice.

"You'll definitely need to learn to fly then." You added shooting a look at Tech who finally spared a glance at someone else and was immersed in taking pictures of the different planets and constellations.

"If you can find another ship." Tech said mater-o-factly with a finger in the air.

"Aweeee Tech." Omega did the only thing she could think of, huge tooka eyes found Tech and with the pout of her bottom lip you could almost see the moment Tech cracked.

"More contemplation will be needed for that"

Though Omega wasn't disappointed for long as Crosshair whispered to her. "That's practically a yes."

Hunter laughed now shoving Crosshair back into a lying down position. He noted that his brother looked quite different without his armor, but it was a sight he could get used to.

Opening his mouth Tech was about to defend himself before a snore racked through the air. 

"Put someone else to sleep too Techy." Crosshair jabbed a finger at wrecker who still seemed to gripped the ship tightly.

You couldn't blame him though, and is wasn't just because of Tech talking, but you did insist the stars and planets were best to see in the late night. A yawn stifled through you, Echo wasn't the warmest person but the arms that wrapped around you from the clone seemed to do it.

"It's not even that late." Omega protested but her heavy eyelids seemed to contradict her own words.

"No no, we all can't fall asleep up here or it's going to be a pain getting down." Omega curled up into Hunters chest as he spoke. He slowly started to get up.

"One of us should get Wreck." Your own eyelids battled against you as you fought to sit up.

"On it." Crosshair was the last person who you thought would offer but as his leg extended you watched Wrecker rolled over the side.

His startled yell was masked by the thud of him hitting the soft grass below. 

"See it wasn't even that far." The skipper shrugged pushing himself over the edge and landing gracefully with even using the side to get down.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the brothers were up to their old antics.

The chill air was a good contrast to the heated days that came before, so much fighting it seemed that it would never end.

Moments like these would always be cherished, and surprisingly Tech wasn't the one to get pushed off the Marauder.

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Catch the Sunrise

As Crosshair struggles to integrate into life on Pabu after being rescued from Mount Tantiss, you try to reconnect with him and draw him out of his shell.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic).

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst and whump, care and comfort, Cross is not okay, things do get better, ends hopeful.

A/N: this one is a little different than my other stuff, but its been rattling around in my head ever since I saw the teaser trailer at Celebration for S3. Cross looked so depressed, and goodness I just wanted to scoop up the sad toothpick and give him a cuddle. So, this is what this is – we’re giving him a great big cuddle.

In the stillness of the early morning, as the island slumbered in hushed tones, you stirred in your bed, your eyelids fluttering open to the fading darkness that enveloped your room. The dimming moonlight cast a glow, offering mere glimpses of the familiar shapes around you.

A sudden creak echoed through the silence, and your drowsy mind snapped to attention. Heart skipping a beat as you strained to discern the source of the sound, your breath hitched when a second noise reached your ears: the soft, unmistakable click of the door opposite yours closing.

Sitting up, the covers slipped off you. With cautious movements, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. Every step towards the door seemed to amplify the rhythm of your pounding heart, and you reached for the robe hanging on the back of it, tying it hastily around your body.

You didn’t hesitate to open your door, though you took it slow to avoid the squeak you still hadn’t greased.

The hallway was dimly lit by the faint glow of the night light used to help Omega navigate to the bathroom in the dark, and it threw elongated shadows along the walls. You tiptoed forward, steps deliberate and silent, and peered around the corner.

There, about to head down the stairs, was Crosshair.

It had been six weeks since you’d stormed Mount Tantiss to get him and Omega back, finding Tech in a bacta tank, too.

They’d integrated back into life on Pabu with ease – Omega had started attending the island’s school, while Tech had made it his mission to fix anything he could get his hands on.

But Crosshair… he’d withdrawn. Barely leaving his room, he seemed like a ghost of his former self, lost in his thoughts. The scars from his time with the Empire weren’t just physical but mental, too, and they weighed heavily on him. You’d tried to help him as much as you could, but that stubborn streak of his was hard to break. It was clear that the road to recovery was going to be a long and difficult one, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

You watched him from the shadows, torn between wanting to respect his space and the need to reach out to him. He seemed so distant, so different from the man you’d known during the war – the man who’d at first been frustrated by the presence of a mere civilian in the squad but had then grown protective of you, who’d inked an Aurebesh ‘99’ onto your wrist so you’d finally match him and his brothers, and who’d taught you how to use his rifle when no one else was allowed to touch it.

As Crosshair descended the stairs, you knew this might be your chance to talk to him, to draw him out of his shell. You stepped out from the shadows and called his name softly. He froze, his hand halfway down the handrail, and slowly turned to face you.

It was hard to miss the tiredness that painted his face; those hawkish eyes you’d gazed into thousands of times were now red-rimmed and glassy. Neither of you uttered a word, the silence lingering for a second before he sighed, turning and heading down the rest of the stairs.

You took off after him, tiptoeing to not wake his siblings. Bare feet met the tiled floor of the living room, and you found him at the window, gazing out into the distance. He’d never been a conversationalist, that much was a fact, but he’d barely uttered a word in six weeks, instead opting to respond with small sounds and grunts to convey varying levels of annoyance.

For a moment, you take him in. He was still too slender for your liking – he’d lost the few pounds he’d once had while he’d been in captivity on Tantiss – and he was in desperate need of a shave, grey stubble covering his jawline. His hair was starting to grow back, silver flecks covering his scalp, though you knew it would never hide his scar from Bracca.

Moving forward, you stopped at his side, eyes shifting to look out the window, too. The palm trees swayed a little in the light breeze, the fading moonlight casting an eerie glow. “It’s pretty here, don’t you think?” You ask lowly, not expecting an answer but wanting to at least engage in some sort of conversation with him, to not ignore him.

You knew his siblings were struggling, unsure how best to help him. Tech had naturally gravitated to his twin – the two of them sharing a bond you’d never understand – but he couldn’t get more than one word out of him. Omega still talked Crosshair’s ear off as he sat and silently listened, but he never replied. Wrecker shoved Lula into his face and knocked his shoulder playfully, but there was no grunt of frustration, or angry toothpick flicked in his direction anymore. Echo had left Pabu to help Rex with the fledging rebellion so that left Hunter…

The relationship between the oldest and youngest of the Batch was strained at best. Hunter was trying to build bridges, extending olive branches wherever he could, trying to make up for everything that had happened in the last year, but Crosshair was so lost in his thoughts and troubles that he missed most of them. You’d spent an equal number of nights sitting silently by Crosshair’s side to offer comfort and reassuring Hunter that every attempt he made was good and that his brother would eventually reach out in return when he was ready.

The silence stretches, but from your peripheral, you catch his eyes shifting to you for a moment before he looks back out of the window. “I was thinking of going to the pier to catch the sunrise.” You state. “It should start in an hour. If you’d be up for it, you can join me.” You extend the offer. If you could get him outside, that would be a positive step, but you wouldn’t pressure him. Right now, he reminded you of a feral lothcat needing reassurance, stability, and comfort.

There’s a moment of pause before he gives a slight nod, and it takes everything in you not to smile and jump for joy. His eyes rake back over to you, looking you up and down, taking in the robe you’d hastily pulled on to follow him. “I should change first.” You chuckle quietly. “Give me two minutes.”

It’s instinctual for you to reach out and give his forearm a gentle squeeze, something you’d done often during the war.

As you take the stairs two at a time back to your room to change, you miss how his eyes follow you and then drop to his arm, glued to the spot you’d touched. 

When you return downstairs, he’s pulled on a light jacket and some shoes. You do the same, dragging on your shoes from the cluttered rack near the front door.

Together, you step out of the house that had been a gift from the residents of Pabu – a thank you for saving them from the tsunami and helping them rebuild the island. Instinct kicks in again as you reach for his wrist, fingers wrapping around to help draw him out past the front gate and toward the pier. You’d always reached for him and his brothers, grabbing wrists and hands, touching shoulders or waists as you passed. It had been subconscious, a way to remind yourself that they were safe and you were doing your job as their handler right.

Crosshair doesn’t pull away from your touch. Instead, he focuses on how you hold on to him, how you lead him so effortlessly through the winding streets. It felt odd, a little uncomfortable even, to experience such a soft touch after countless weeks in Hemlock’s clutches and the months before that alone in the Empire’s ranks.

The two of you walk slowly, the gentle noise of your footsteps breaking the quiet of the predawn hours. The island was serene, bathed in the faint glow of the stars and the imminent promise of the rising sun.

Arriving at the wooden pier extending into the calm waters, you both found a spot to settle. Positioning yourself on the edge, legs dangling over the side, Crosshair stood slightly back, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. The first hints of daylight began to break the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, the waters below mirroring the beautiful canvas above.

You stole glances at Crosshair, observing his subtle reactions to the scenery. His usually steely demeanour seemed to soften as he stared at the horizon. The faintest hint of a wistful expression flickered across his face, something you hadn’t seen in a while.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a sunrise.” He spoke, the words breaking the silence between you. His voice was raw, hoarse from not being used for an extended period.

“Sunrises have a way of grounding us.” You respond softly, your gaze fixed on the emerging dawn. “It’s a reminder that every day brings a new beginning.”

He remained silent, but a small nod indicated his acknowledgement of your words. The minutes slipped by as the sky transformed into hues of pastel.

Eventually, you turned to him, searching for something to bridge the gap between you. “Cross, they all missed you - Omega, Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter. I missed you, too.”

A fleeting shadow crosses his features, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. “I’m not the same.” He murmurs, barely audible, over the gentle lapping of the waves against the pier.

“No one expects you to be.” You assure him, reaching out tentatively, your hand resting on his forearm again. His muscles tense slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay not to be okay.”

His eyes met yours, the turmoil inside of him evident. “I’m not used to this...feeling.” He admits in a whisper.

“And that’s okay.” You repeat, your voice gentle but firm. “You’re not alone, and you can face this feeling. We’re all here for you in whatever way you need us.”

The sunrise marked a new chapter—a silent understanding between you. You stay by his side, allowing the morning light to wash away the remnants of the night’s darkness, your hand still resting on his arm, anchoring him in the moment. You talk about inconsequential things, about the sea, the island, anything that didn’t carry the weight of the past. Occasionally, he would respond.

As the sun finally emerges in all its glory, painting the world in golden light, a glimmer of something different appears in Crosshair’s eyes. For a moment, it’s like a sliver of the old Crosshair has peeked through the layers of trauma and pain.

You don’t expect everything to change in this one moment. Healing was a process, a gradual journey through the shadows towards the light. But this, this felt like a step forward. A spark of hope.

The day was beginning, and as the island woke, you hoped that this small, shared moment would be the start of something more. A reminder that there was still beauty to be found, bonds to be rebuilt, and healing to be embraced. And that better days lay on the horizon.

#the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #crosshair x reader #crosshair bad batch #bad batch crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #star wars clone wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #sw tbb #ct 9904 #whump #angst with a happy ending #comfort

[lucky-ducky006]

TBB headcanons that nobody asked for ❤️

Pt. 3 Wrecker

Not the best cook but he’s always learning and has gotten better the longer he’s been working on it.

Gives killer massages.

When he notices one of his brothers seems more exhausted than usual he’ll grab them and pull them into the nearest bunk or chair and start massaging them without saying a word.

Crosshair is the most resistant to his massages but he can’t get out of Wreckers grip so he gets tired of resisting and allows it (while complaining.) He eventually settles down as he gets more relaxed.

Hunter will deny needing it bc he wants to be a strong leader but Wrecker always gives him that look.

Tech doesn’t mind and it helps him relax as he focuses on his data pad. (sticky iPad kid)

Echo loves his massages and always tells him he should be a professional when the war is over.

All of his brothers eventually fall asleep during his massages and Wrecker will either carry them to their bunk or snuggle up and sleep next to them.

Since he’s deaf in one ear he doesn’t realize how loud he is most of the time.

Snores really loud.

Had terrible growing pains growing up.

When he’s bored he picks up one of his brothers and uses them as weights.

A decent driver but since his injury that left him blind in one eye he avoids it.

His goofy, fun side is only ever seen by his brothers and anyone else is intimidated by him.

Very smart.

He would’ve loved cooking mama.

Occasionally forgets how big and strong he is and gets carried away.

When he fights with his brothers he just jumps them no matter how minor the argument.

Tech and Crosshair are his favorite people to annoy.

When fighting regs he and Crosshair are the first to throw hands (there are exceptions to this tho)

He’s not a picky eater at all but he hates Brussel sprouts.

He and Crosshair go back and forth from being partners in crime to Wrecker doing everything in his power to annoy the crap out of him. And it works.

When any two of his brothers fight, after they go to sleep he’ll bring one to the other’s bunk and tuck them in together with Lula between them.

He’s not a peacemaker by any means, especially during the fight. But he does hate to see his brothers stay mad at each other even if it’s kinda funny.

Loves horror and loves getting scared.

Likes to pull pranks and scare his brothers. Usually with Crosshair, but sometimes Wrecker betrays him and pulls it on him so it’s fair among all the brothers. When this happens Crosshair stays mad at him for a few days.

He flexes every time he sees his reflection.

That’s all 🧍🏻‍♀️

#tbb #tbb season 3 #tbb tech #the bad batch #crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #clone force 99 #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #Hunter #the bad batch hunter #tbb hunter #echo #tbb echo #the bad batch echo #star wars headcanons #the bad batch headcanons #tbb headcanons

[vodika-vibes]

I would love to see Wrecker with Topaz in the winter! Warm soup, cozy fireside snuggles, and just sheer cuteness! 💕

Silent Night

Summary: After Wrecker and the Batch’s Medic are stranded in the middle of a winter wonderland, Wrecker decides to make the best of it.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 725

Warnings: None

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: This one fought me at every turn. I knew what I wanted it to say, but I'm not sure I managed to make it as soft and sweet as I wanted. Oh well, Happy reading!

“You know, you’re pretty good at this, Doc.” Wrecker says with a grin as his gaze drifts from the fish he’s cleaning, to where the team medic is crouching next to a roaring fire. 

The light from the orange flames gives her an almost ethereal look, and Wrecker has a look away before he gets too distracted. “Well,” She admits as she clears a space of snow, as best as she can, and pulls the tent out of his kit, “Mom and dad divorced when I was a kid. And while mom had a nice house, dad wasn’t so lucky. So his weekends were usually spent camping.”

“So you could probably clean this fish then?” Wrecker asks, as he glances at her curiously.

She smiles sheepishly, “Well, dad did show me how, but you’re doing a wonderful job.”

He grins at her, and sets his knife to the side, “Well, as it happens, I’m done anyway. You have everything set up?”

“Yep. Just toss everything in the pot.”

Wrecker does as she instructs, and watches as she adds a few packets of seasoning, as well as some dehydrated vegetables, “I’m guessing your dad had you doing most of the cooking?”

“Yeah. Well, he wasn’t very good at cooking, really. So it was either learn to cook, or me and my siblings were going to end up with tapeworms or something.” Wrecker sits on the flat rock that she found…somewhere…and starts cleaning his knife.

“You know, you don’t talk about your family often.”

She glances at him, “Well, there’s not really much to say, is there?” She drops the contents of a second package into the pot, and then sits next to Wrecker, “My family is just average.”

“I’m not sure what an average family is,” Wrecker points out, “Though I bet Tech could tell me.”

She laughs, “Right, right. Well, there’s mom. She was a housewife up until she and dad got divorced, and then she got a job at the local elementary school getting me and my siblings free tuition. Dad was a firefighter who had a gambling issue. And then there’s the kids, my other brother, me, and our younger sister.”

“Well, you’re a doctor. What do your siblings do?”

“My brother is a chef at some big name restaurant on Coruscant. My sister is trying to become an actress, though she’s only really starred in commercials.” She shrugs, “Like I said, normal. Your family is so much more interesting.”

He laughs, “That’s one word for them.” Wrecker finishes cleaning his knife and stashes it away, “Are you comfortable?”

“Hm?”

“It’s kind of cold.” Wrecker points out.

“Oh, I’m alright. The fire is helping, and Hunter insisted I wear cold weather gear for this mission.” She hesitates, “Do…do you think-?”

“I’m sure they’re fine. Tech is there, after all.” Wrecker drapes an arm over her shoulder and tugs her against his side, “We’re the ones who have to camp outside in the snow.”

She smiles shyly, “I’m not worried.”

“No?”

“I have you here, don’t I?” She asked with a small, almost flirty, smile.

Wrecker’s heart flips nervously, “I…uh…”

She tilts her head, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, Doc. I’m just…I’m not Hunter or Crosshair, I’m not used to flirting.” Wrecker admits.

“I’ll stop, if you want.”

“Well now, I didn’t say that.”

She laughs, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, “I like you, Wrecker. You’re fun and you make me laugh and you make me feel safe. I’d like to go on a proper date with you, if I can.”

Wrecker blinks at her, “You…you do?”

“Yeah, if it’s alright.”

“We don’t really…there isn’t much time for proper dating-” Wrecker stammers, “And I don’t get paid-”

“I do get paid, and, well, it doesn’t have to be a big thing, Wrecker. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Well, in that case, can’t this be considered a date?” Wrecker points out.

She looks startled for a moment, and then she beams at him, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” She lifts to her knees slightly and presses a light kiss against his cheek, before she settles next to him again.

Wrecker presses his hand against his burning cheek, a wide grin that he isn’t even trying to stifle. 

Being stranded here isn’t as bad as it could be.

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[clownery-and-fuckery]

Take it... I was feeling sappy :")

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

Three tired cadets groaned at the question asked into the dark room. They should be sleeping, not listening to silly questions whispered into their safe space.

"Go to sleep." Is the immediate response from the second youngest, who's scowl is thankfully hidden. The first voice pipes up again with a whine.

"M'not tired yet! Please, just answer this one question and I'll sleep!"

"You said that five questions ago, Wrecker."

The oldest sighed. "Answer the question, guys. Wrecker promises to sleep after, don't you?"

"I do!" Wrecker insisted with a muffled laugh that decidedly informs them of his fib. "Promise! Please?"

The second youngest groaned again. "Fine." He grumbled, turning over to face the room. "I don't. Goodnight."

"D'aw, why not?" Wrecker probed. "Everyone's gotta have someone out there!"

"I'm with Wrecker," Hunter, the oldest, admitted into the quiet before Crosshair could snap. "It's a kinda nice thought. To be destined to have someone to call yours."

"It's stupid." Crosshair grumbled. A fourth voice spoke up, soft with sleep as he was pulled from slumber.

"I am in agreement with Crosshair," The youngest slurred, rubbing his eyes. "That would imply there is an even and definite number of people in the galaxy, which there is not."

"You don't have to be born at the same time!" Wrecker protested. "Maybe they're older. Or younger!"

"That does not erase the fact that it is illogical." Tech huffs. "We are not pairs meant to be joined. We are individuals with our own personal definition. To tether us to another would..." He trailed off for a moment. "It is not logical."

Hunter sighed, and tapped Wrecker's bunk. "There's your answer, big guy. Now sleep, all of you. We're up early."

"We're always up early, Hunter." Crosshair grouched. "We know."

The four boys settled for sleep, and just as he felt himself fall under, Hunter heard the barely audible whisper from Wrecker to Tech.

"Wrecker?"

"Hmm?"

"...despite the lack of any tangible means of your theory, and while I do not believe it for a second. I–" A breath of hesitation. "I enjoy the thought of it."

Hunter fell asleep with a smile.

–––

Years later, when they were older, tired but happier than they had ever been. They were on the Marauder, tired but unable to sleep.

Wrecker brightened, after so long of not seeing his siblings, when he could finally turn to face the ship. Face the bunks that had been empty for so long.

He itched to speak. To reconnect, to catch up with his siblings he had missed so fiercely, yet he hesitated. They must be tired, they must be utterly shattered from the last few days, it would be selfish of him to—

"Wrecker?"

—to see out his siblings who were clearly still awake? The brawler jumped. "What's up, Techie?" Wrecker's response was eager, shifting closer to catch the shadow of his youngest brother as he moved slowly.

There was a pause, a pained breath as Tech readjused on his bunk. Wrecker heard Hunter and Crosshair shifting up in unison to help him. "Do you remember when we were small?" Tech started softly, voice tight with the agony of effort.

Wrecker hummed, listening intently for any more signs of discomfort. "When you had asked us about our stance on the existence of soulmates?"

There was a long pause. "Sure I do," Wrecker said, half truthful. "Why?"

"I was giving it some thought." Tech admitted with a sense of sheepishness. "While I was undergoing... extraneous experimentation."

Wrecker couldn't see it, but he could feel the anger that coursed through the room at the mention. "And I've found–" Tech paused again, but this time, Wrecker could pinpoint a small amount of nervousness in Tech's confession.

"–I've found I think I do believe."

Wrecker huffed a laugh. "S'been a long time since I've thought about that," He admitted. "I kinda stopped believing it."

"I do not believe it in a romantic sense." Tech continued. "Not- entirely."

Wrecker thought of Phee, of the private moment he was not meant to see between the two, and kept his mouth shut. "Mhmm." He said slowly.

"Although- the theory behind a 'soulmate' is an unbreakable connection- one that allows the individuals to meet and find each other regardless of the situation."

Wrecker heard Hunter hum in agreement, and Crosshair's quiet, "Get on with it, what's the point?" As he listened intently.

Tech's voice was quiet, but the affection was undeniable. "I believe that, in a sense, that is how I would describe us. The six of us, against all odds, managed to find each other again."

The room went silent, as if Tech had stolen the air from the room.

"If there was ever a chance of other universes," Tech waved a hand. "If such a concept exists, I would very much hope we are together in all of them."

Wrecker swore he heard a sniff. "We-" He hesitated, tears filling his own eyes. "–I'd say we are, Techie. Like any force could drive us apart."

Tech smiled at him through the dark. "I'm glad to know that." He said softly. "It is a nice theory.. one I hope holds weight."

Wrecker slipped off the bunk, joining his brother before gently, oh so softly, hugged him. Leaned back against the wall just like they used to, where the scariest thing to exist was the thunderstorms on Kamino.

There was no more Kamino, there was no more simple fears that were easily chased away.

They were still there, though. That was enough.

In his arms, Wrecker held a piece of his whole galaxy to his chest, sniffling as the rest of his purpose floated into orbit, easing into the single bunk.

Echo had grumbled a complaint of space as he finally was risen to join them. Omega never minded their squished cuddle piles, opting to hold Crosshair around the chest as she slept.

Hunter, ever the eldest, was near enough to all of them, just within reach. Wrecker smiled softly as he felt Tech drifting back off in his arms.

Yes, maybe soulmates did exist. In any form but the traditional, sure, but when had they ever been conventional?

#uh anyways im such a fucking sap #they make me openly weep im PRAYING for a happy ending. #if they dont get it i swear to god. #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega #phee genoa #techs a huge SAP #might post this on ao3.... who knows

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Identity Pt 6 (Extra Scene)

Part (6) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

There are two people in particular to blame for this chapter. You know who are are, and I love you for it.

Warnings: Big emotions in this - rage, guilt, blame, and the like. There do be a bit of fighting, but it's not gory. Brief description of water torture. Profanity

WC: 2,032

No one moved, breath nearly trapped in their chests as they watched the pair steadily make their way out of the hanger. Crosshair noted the stiffness in her movements, the slight hitch in her step, and his teeth ground at the certainty that her shoulder was only a small part of what she’d suffered.

“What the kriff did you do?!” He snarled at the group of regs still staring toward the now empty hallway. He’d half-expected Hunter or Echo to growl some half-hearted warning for him to back down, but they seemed just as eager for answers as he was, and the unspoken permission that granted him, the justification in loosing his rage on the remaining members of the 104th left him near shaking, face twisted with the full display of his fury.

“We followed our orders; just like she did… Things just… got complicated.” The one with the double oval on his forehead replied, and the dejection in his voice only worsened Crosshair’s anger.

“The hell does that mean?” His voice ground between gritted teeth, body innately taking a half-step forward.

“It means there were unforeseen circumstances that caused problems, and that you lot aren’t cleared to know anything more.” The clone bearing a wolf-head emblem said, not shying from the very real threat in the sniper’s posture as he tread forward to place himself pointedly between his men and the enraged squad before him.

“I don’t give a Sith’s tit about your mission. The kriff happened to her, and why didn’t any of you stop it?!” He spat, shoulders pulling back as he towered over the Sergent.

“No time.” Another reg replied gruffly from behind the telltale helm of a pilot. “When everythin’ went down, we were all too far away to do anything, an’ they had her whisked off to the other side of planet before we could reach her.”

“She was alone?!” Echo nearly shouted from behind him. Crosshair didn’t question Hunter’s silence thus far, assured that his brother was listening, calculating; that he could smell the cocktail of adrenaline filling each of them and was comparing their heart rates, their body language, the tension in their every taut muscle to figure out just how far they could be pushed before snapping, how much information they might glean from tongues loosened by shame and guilt.

“There wasn’t supposed to be any combat where she was.” The last one sighed, his head dropping toward his chest.

“Can’t help but notice not one of you has a damn scratch, so how’d she end up like that in a non-combat zone with you lot still looking like damn shinies?!” Cross shot back, disdain dripping from every word.

“That’s enough!” The pilot barked, moving stiffly forward to stand beside his brother. “Think you’re something special? That you’re all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got some damn crush? Well, how ‘bout we compare how many times she’s been hurt working with you than with us?!”

He nearly ignored the subtle shift of Hunter’s hand signaling him to back off, but caught himself mere heartbeats before throwing himself forward, fists clenched hard enough to shake.

“If you’re referring to combat ops, given the general nature of your missions, which tend toward community outreach and long-distance support, in addition to the fact that her most grievous injuries were caused directly by your commander’s intentional actions, statistically speaking, that comparison wouldn’t do much to support your argument.” The subtle note of annoyance in Tech’s retort was just enough to draw a huff of something too dark to be likened to laughter from Crosshair.

“Still haven’t given a reason why she was alone.” Wrecker’s voice was quiet, and that alone left Crosshair leaning slightly to the side lest he find himself between them should the massive clone decide he was done listening. “She’s a medic – can’t really do that if she’s not with you.”

“She wasn’t there as a medic.” The first reg explained wearily.

“Then why was she there? Why pull her from our unit at all?” Hunter asked, carefully masking his own anger with a feigned gentleness.

“Comet.” The Sergent called, helm shifting to stare pointedly at his brother. The silence that followed that warning only sought to fuel Crosshair’s ire while worsening the 104th’s collective remorse.

“We needed someone who could blend in with the Separatists.”

“Boost!”

The man who’d spoken drew a sharp breath at the reprimand in his brother’s tone, head snapping up to stare him down as he wrenched his helmet free.

“No! Dammit, Sinker, they should know what happened! You think needing to keep it a secret is going to do her any good?! Hell, that one’s clearly read plenty of our old mission briefs already!” Boost roared, hand snapping toward Tech. “Why the hell wouldn’t he read this one? The only difference between us telling them now and him reading about it later is how much time they’ll have to get their shebs ready to help her when she’s back.”

Despite his lingering urge to lash out, Crosshair found himself both quieted and unnerved anew at the man’s words, torn between wanting to berate them for their carelessness and appreciating Boost’s argument.

“I know…” Sinker replied, voice nearly breaking beneath the weight of remorse threatening to overwhelm him, “but that’s not our call to make.” Comet and the other one, the pilot, had both turned their attention from Crosshair and their brothers, as though waiting to see who’d cede first that they might be granted permission to speak freely.

“Then you go right ahead and report me, Sergent.” Boost spat.

“Our contact chose the location.” Sinker’s shoulders fell at Comet’s quiet whisper, but he offered no further dispute. “It was a gathering for high-ranking Separatists. The plan was her to get in, get a datachip, and monitor security while we broke into the gala’s database to get more info… get a little something extra for the effort. Apparently, our contact had ulterior motives, too. He planted a bomb. She got caught in the blast, and then she was blamed for it.”

Air hissed through Crosshair’s teeth; dread twisted through his chest at the knowledge of what a Separatist interrogation entailed.

“We got to her as quick as we could.” The pilot continued, arms crossing over his chest at the guilt clearly sown through his own words. “Beat up some guards, tracked all the outbound ships… finally had to hunt down the damn contact himself to figure out where they took her.” He didn’t need to look back to know his brothers stood as stiff as he did, waiting for that final blow of what exactly had happened.

“They had her for about eight hours.” Resigned, Sinker finally turned back to face him, movements weary as he also reached up to remove his helmet, and Cross couldn’t help but be slightly surprised to find that the man shared his silver hair color, a fact that instantly annoyed him further, but he held his tongue as he waited for the reg to continue. “We know she was unconscious most of that time, but when she woke up…”

“Enough with all the kriffin’ stalling. Just tell us wha’ happened.” Wrecker growled impatiently.

“She was drowned.” Comet stated bluntly, and Crosshair’s blood went cold. “They drowned her, brought her back, and waterboarded her trying to find out who was behind the explosion.”

He could feel his heart racing, felt his breath quicken, every thought screaming at him to fight, to forgo all fear of reprimand or consequence for the relief of even a moment’s outburst, because that was something he knew. He knew how to deal with the pain of raw knuckles and split lips. He knew the taste of disappointment his brothers would harbor in the aftermath of his rashness. He knew the sting of defeat and the empty pride of victory, and, in that moment, held no preference for either. He merely needed the distraction; that familiarity, because the ache in his chest, the way it threatened to cripple him and rend him into a frenzy too overcome with grief and guilt to think straight was something he didn’t know how to deal with, and that terrified him.

“I assume she’s been given appropriate treatment to prevent lung infections?” The emptiness in Tech’s voice robbed Crosshair of that lingering rage to which he’d been clinging, leaving him cold and void of the will to drag himself back to the forefront of a confrontation that no longer promised anything of the respite he’d longed for.

“Yeah.” Boost answered quietly. “She also has a burn on her calf… wrists and ankles got torn up from fighting the restraints… pretty sure that’s how she dislocated her shoulder, too. We got it all cleaned and bandaged, but… just keep an eye on it.” There. That last comment was all it took to rekindle his anger, and he grasped it like the fleeting lifeline it was.

“Think it’s pretty clear we don’t need your advice on how to keep her safe.” He drawled, head tilting just enough to portray the depth of his contempt.

“That’s it.” The pilot growled, throwing himself forward without further thought or warning. In that split second before they collided, Crosshair felt the very edge of his lips twitch up into a broken smile born of relief and ruined by a guilt he’d deal with later.

In an instant, everyone was shouting, and he thrived in that moment of chaos as the man’s fist crashed into his jaw. Already, several hands were grabbing for him, straining to wrench him back, but not before he landed his own strike, knee plowing into his stomach with enough force to wrench the air from his lungs despite the plates of heavy armor. Crosshair just managed a final punch to his assailant’s head before Wrecker forced himself between them, iron grip locked around the reg’s shoulder in a threat even the haughty pilot couldn’t feign ignorance to.

In the brief fray, he’d failed to notice the split second of distraction tear Hunter’s attention away from them, but he instantly froze as his brother hauled him near enough to whisper harshly into his ear.

“Cody commed me. It’s Doc.” Already, Hunter was pulling away from him, torn between ending the fight and answering the summons. “Don’t make things worse.” He added with a snarl forced into barely audible growl. Expression faltering into horrified dread, Cross merely nodded. Hunter didn’t hesitate before turning and dashing from the hanger, and then all Crosshair could hear was the heaviness of his own breathing, the way his heart pounded in chest beneath that rush of emotions resurging mercilessly in the wake of his vain attempt to escape them.

He glanced back to find his brothers studying him carefully, confusion clear in their eyes as they waited for some explanation, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak, not when the other squad stood watching him with that same attentiveness. Without a word, he merely nodded toward the hallway leading to their temporary bunkroom, sparing not so much as a glare back to the men he still sought to blame for all of this; for calling her away, for letting her get hurt, for reminding him just how easily he might lose her because of this Force-forsaken war.

He didn’t listen to the hushed voices of the 104th as he began walking away; barely let himself note the sets of footsteps voicing his own squad belatedly falling in line behind him. He couldn’t think beyond the fruitless need to know why Cody had called Hunter, what had happened in the debrief; mind demanding he find some means to force his way into that kriffing office in his brother’s stead, and his rage grew at the knowledge that there wasn’t a damn thing he could do but wait. All his training as a sniper, years of drilling the importance of patience into him, of forming that patience into a weapon honed to perfection; it was all useless against this, and he couldn’t keep himself from slamming his fist into the wall in a final fit of frustration as they neared the still foreign barracks.

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[din-miller]

Soft edges, gentle touch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Years after settling down on Pabu with each other, Wrecker has started gaining weight, becoming softer. You didn’t realize how self conscious he’s become about the change in his body. Once you find out, you try and convince him that you’re still insanely attractive to him

Warnings: insecure wrecker, weight gain, hurt/comfort, married couple, life in Pabu, implications to sexy times, I love wrecker and he needs to be appreciated more okay

A/N: I also wrote one for Hunter.

You kick the front door of your house open, awkwardly balancing on one leg as the groceries in your arm threats to take a nosedive onto the floor. You huff and lean back to try and right the bag you're holding against your chest, only supported by one hand underneath it.

“Whoa, cyare, careful,” Wrecker grabs the bag from you with one hand and the other is quick to wrap around your back to steady you, then, not surprisingly his hand wonders down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, “I thought you were going out to get us dinner, not buy the entire market!”

Thanking him, you properly close the front door, locking it despite knowing how safe Pabu is. You remember that one time where Crosshair wanted to prove a point about how locking the front door is crucial to your survival. He even snuck in one night and you woke up to him looming over you, smirking like he just proved a point. Which he did, you had to admit.

You’re still not sure if his nose ever properly healed correctly. Wrecker constantly jokes about how much he wished his brother was chewing on a toothpick at that moment. It’s a morbid sense of humour the Batch has, truly.

You try to reach for the groceries again but Wrecker is already walking towards the kitchen.

Figures.

You kicked off your shoes and followed him, appreciating the sight in front of you. He’s gone soft around the edges since he and the boys decided to settle down. Life away from war and blaster fire. You had met him shortly afterwards, he offered to help carry an armchair to your place. You had denied out of kindness at first, but he was ever so persistent in helping. It didn’t take you long to cave.

You’ll admit it, watching the way his arms flex, shoulder wide and back a mountain of muscle was a sight you had admired instantly. And the following days, weeks, months and years.

Now, three years after having met the love of your life you’ve begun to notice the softness around his hips, stomach and chest. The way his muscles are still very prominent, even underneath his shirts, but they weren’t as big as they once were.

It’s not a kink or anything like that. It’s knowing he’s able to relax and have proper meals; that you’re providing him food and healthy nutritions outside of his usual ration packs that make your heart skip every time you’re able to run your hands across the softness of his body.

You’re allowed to blatantly admire it too. You openly stare, sometimes lustfully, sometimes not, but it’s a daily admiration — an hourly admiration if you’re being honest.

So when Wrecker goes to put something up on the highest self, his shirt riding up enough to give you a clear view of the small belly resting just above his pants, you give a low whistle. You wonder if you could talk him into a little make out session and ignore the groceries for the time being.

But instead of his usual response; turning around and winking at you, he tenses. Muscles stiff and face angled away from you as his arms drop to his sides. You frown, baffled at his response.

“Babe?”

He doesn’t reply right away, but when he does reply it’s timid, “Do you still see me the same way you used to?”

You raise your brow, a playful grin forming on your lips, “You mean; smart, kind, a wonderful sense of humour-,”

“Attractive,” He cuts you off, turning slightly towards you, voice low. Self conscious, “Tech sent over the pictures from his wedding. I… I didn’t realise I'd gotten so…” Wrecker scratched the back of his head, eyes still avoiding yours, “Chubby.”

Your grin falls down into a frown, taking back at his question, at why he’d ever think of using the word chubby to describe himself. Realization hits you like a punch in the gut; while you’ve been admiring his softer form you never really took into account how Wrecker views the changes in his body.

Some partner you are.

You round the kitchen island taking Wrecker’s hand in yours, squeezing it, “I love you, I love your body, I love that you’re healthy because that’s what you are. You’re not fat, not chubby, you’re healthy,” You cup his cheek, tilting his head down until your eyes meet, “Wrecker you are beautiful.”

He sighs, taking your hand and draping it over his shoulder, giving him access to your inner elbow where his lips press a delicate kiss to your skin, “I’m being silly, aren’t I?”

“No, my love,” Your fingers lightly trail over the scars across the side of his head, “You’re still adjusting to a normal lifestyle away from being a clone. It’s a lot of change to deal with, mentally and physically. You’ve gained weight, so have I; it’s called getting older and I for one don’t want to grow old and flabby with anyone other than you.”

“I age faster.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I find salt and pepper insanely attractive.” You sent him a saucy wink.

Confusion paints his face, “Mesh’la, I’m bald and all my attempts at growing a beard have ended with poor results. The only hair on my body is-,” His eyes widened and a blush spreads across his cheeks, “Oh, i-I see, you’re talking about my pubs.”

You shake your head, laughing, “Yes, Wrecker, I’m talking about your pubs… In all seriousness, I’ll never see you any differently than the man I love beyond measure. Whether that be old, flabby and grumpy or muscular, lean and childlike; I’ll love it all. I want it all.”

“You have it all,” He leans into your hand, a pleased noise coming from his throat when your thumb brushes across the scar on the bridge of his nose, “I love you too, my beautiful wife.”

“Enough to forget the groceries and make out with me against the counter?”

Strong arms wrap around your waist and suddenly you’re being lifted up and set down the island, his lips already hungrily seeking out yours before you can squeal at being manhandled by your husband. You hum against his lips, tongue darting out to run over the seams of his, asking permission which is given instantly as his mouth parts and you're suddenly overcome with the taste of him, drinking it all in with a soft moan.

You know Wrecker will still struggle with the changes in his body, as you will your own, but you have him and he has you. It’ll all be okay.

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[aestariiwilderness]

Bad Batch -- Actually Probably Not Spoilers?

But Just In Case:

Like, for plot reasons, I see why they couldn't do it. But my biggest (and possibly the funniest) peeve I have with Bad Batch is this: Canonically, Tech is some kind of master hacker. Can forge chain codes after learning about them five seconds ago. Hacks battle droids -- presumably, you know, SECURED in some way -- on the regular. Masked a ship's signature or whatever. Calculates percentages of plans' successes on the fly while hanging upside down from a screechy flying reptile. Has zero fear (except when Omega is driving the Marauder or someone is doing the Wikipedia entry who isn't him) ("it's not affecting life support. We're fine"; riot racing; everything he's ever done). The moral heart of the Batch pre-Omega ("the systematic termination of the Jedi was a big one for me"; "I understand. I do not agree with you"; "of course we are a family"; "we have not always seen eye to eye with Crosshair but he is our brother and we do not leave our own behind"; but has no issue being pragmatic when it's called for (see: Cid, riot racing again, missions for Rex, interruptions thereof, etc.). Seriously. Wack job of a man. Crazy. Strict moral code arranged almost solely around his family that absolutely nobody sees coming and that, specifically, does NOT preclude massive destruction, property damage, and lethal measures. Ridiculous man. Homeschooled. Genetic Mandalorian. COMPETENT. (Usually.) Bona fide, literal, genetically-engineered test tube genius who is also biologically nine years old. Has no concept whatsoever of overkill. Point being -- he is EXACTLY the kind of person I would expect, once it sunk in that: 1. They are no longer Kaminoan/Republic property 2. They are, in fact, on the run with fam + new baby and - cranky but nonetheless beloved sniper bro who picked a terrible time to be stupid And 3. that "money" is now a thing they must Account For.... Give him two days to study finances, economy, and the various mafia; send him on a weekend trip to Nal Hutta to observe gangs, and hey presto -- the Hutts? overthrown in a year. Black Sun? Under new management. Pykes? A thing of the past. The Senate? Convening emergency sessions to discuss Where All the Money Has Gone. Palpatine's Secret Slush Fund #43? Drained. Hemlock's Science Budget? Currently funding the clone rebellion. ISB 401ks? Being used to pay someone to "retrieve" (read: kidnap) Crosshair from Rampart. Cad Bane's baby-stealing revenue? Currently outfitting the Marauder with gold plating. My point: WHY ISN'T TECH HACKING STAR WARS ATMs Story would have been over six episodes in. Tech would have foreclosed on the Palace; the Death Star would have fallen prey to insurance fraud; Omega would have grown up with more gowns than Padme. The Banking Clan bows to their new and, uh, eccentric overlords. Wrecker has thirteen new Z-6 cannons. Echo has thirteen natborn employees and is thoroughly enjoying himself. Hunter took an actual shower (still didn't get a new bandana). The Empire is turning over the empty coffers and shaking them out, wondering if they have rats. Mas Amedda is standing on street corners with an upturned hat. Crosshair is happily occupied with suing the Kaminoans for emotional damages. The end

#tbb spoilers #just in case #tbb tech #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #funny #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 1 #tbb echo #clone force 99 #tbb wrecker #alternate universe #how it should have gone honestly #mywildernesspost

[archivistofnerddom]

Bad Batch Headcanons — Moving Omega into her college dorm room

Because it’s that time of year again in the US, so why not.

Hunter

Look, this man got hit with the Dad genes hard when Omega came into his life. If you think he isn’t going to be the most emotional parent moving their kid into college, you’d be wrong. He hates that Omega is leaving home, but he’s also so excited about seeing her take her first steps into her adult life. Guess who is going to be taking the most pictures of Omega in her new dorm room and with her new roommates and floor mates?

He will be the first “parent” to make friends with the RA. He didn’t plan on it. It just sort of happened. Hunter became the RA’s go-to counselor whenever the dorm gets chaotic and they need advice.

Hunter is also the one most likely to teach a few self-defense classes for everyone on Omega’s floor. Safety is a big must for him. His overprotective instincts extend beyond Omega very quickly.

He’s also becomes friends with all of Omega’s floormates’ parents. They have an ongoing text message thread. (Their kids don’t know that fact. Neither do the rest of the Batch.)

Hunter will also be the one who sends the best care packages. (The entire Batch help, of course, but Hunter takes point on making sure that Omega gets care package from her brothers.)

Crosshair

He is a man of few words, but he is the first person to clock every annoying punk kid who might give Omega a hard time. Crosshair is the one who nips that in the bud before it becomes a problem. He might not be the obviously overprotective big brother, but he is still protective.

Crosshair parks it in the common room if anyone needs him. Just poke him if you need help moving stuff. (He’s probably taking a nap, so be careful.)

He’s also the one who just so happens to leave alcohol under Omega’s bed. Don’t worry. Crosshair trusts her to be relatively responsible, but he also knows what’s up in college. Just don’t tell Hunter about that.

Weirdly, he gets along with all the younger siblings who got dragged in to help their older siblings move into college. Crosshair won’t entertain them, but he’ll be the adult in the common room when they need a break. Kids love that he’s a little shit.

He won’t admit that he’ll miss Omega now that she’s in college and out of the house, but he does.

Tech

He figured out how bad the firewalls at Omega’s college were before she moved in. He found them to be laughable. He also built her a laptop with ridiculously good protection and storage space. Tech is not going to let his little sister have a computer that would be open to any number of virus due to bad college firewalls.

Tech won’t admit to hacking into the registrar’s office to make sure that Omega gets her preferred classes (and the ideal class schedule). No one can prove that he didn’t though.

He’s also made sure she’s got a perfectly serviceable college-appropriate car. The amount of safety features are clearly post-market though. Tech won’t sacrifice Omega’s safety for anything. (He also included a few fun upgrades that he definitely didn’t tell Hunter about.)

Tech established a secure chat room and Discord channel for Omega and her friends. He sometimes pops in to offer computer support.

Omega gets a customized gaming set-up courtesy of Tech. He schedules hang-out time around her schedule where they game together.

Wrecker

Wrecker basically moves everyone into Omega’s dorm. Once he gets going, there’s no stopping him. Every single dad appreciates that he’s there to do the heavy lifting.

After Hunter, he’s the second most emotional person about moving Omega into her college dorm. Wrecker can’t believe how big she’s gotten.

He leaves Lula on her bed when the Batch finally leaves campus. Omega is going to need that familiar comfort when she’s finally alone. He feels better about leaving her there with the knowledge that she has Lula with her.

Wrecker is responsible for Omega’s dorm room decor. He makes her room feel like home, complete with twinkle lights and calming colors.

He’s absolutely the one rocking all of the college swag. Wrecker raided the college store and made sure the entire Batch is geared up appropriately. (His brothers appreciate him doing that. It’s debatable if Omega does as well.)

Echo

Guess who is Mr. Snack and Supply King? Yeah, this guy. He’s the one to make sure that Omega is stocked up on everything she needs to get started at college. Hunter may be the care package dad, but Echo will always do the grocery store run.

He is also the one who finds the best deals on all her books. (Echo and Tech collaborate on that front.) Word quietly goes around the floor that Echo knows things, so he gets hit up by cash-strapped students. (He always does what he can to help.)

Wrecker stuck a college-branded baseball cap on his head shortly after they arrived to move Omega into her dorm room. Echo didn’t take it off. He’s so proud of Omega.

He also makes friends with Omega’s RA. Echo is the one who can help with dealing with stupid shenanigans that college kids get up to when left unsupervised.

Echo is also the one who gets called when Omega and her friends get into trouble during orientation weekend. He’s the one who will definitely bail them out with minimal questions asked. (That conversation will happen with Omega one-on-one later.)

Omega

She’s super excited about taking these next steps into her adult life. It’s a big move for her. That doesn’t mean that she won’t miss her brothers though.

Omega appreciates that they all moved her into her dorm room. Having their support means a lot to her.

She had scheduled calls with all of them set up before she even moved into her dorm room.

Omega has no trouble making friends in her dorm and on campus. She’s also going to be bringing friends who don’t have family nearby home on school breaks. She doesn’t want anyone to miss out on being around family, even if it’s just her weird family.

Even though she’s excited about this new stage in her life, she also gets sad when her brothers leave. She’s grateful that she has Lula. (Omega snuck a plushie from the college store into the car for Wrecker to find to replace Lula.)

+Rex

Somehow, he got roped into moving Omega into her college dorm room. He’s not sure how that happened. It just did, and here he is. So, he makes the best of the situation.

All of the moms love him.

Rex is a very handy guy. He gets all the beds lofted in a timely fashion.

Everyone thinks that he’s Omega’s dad. (He gets a kick out of it, especially since Hunter gets increasingly annoyed by that fact.)

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch headcanons #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tcw echo #arc trooper echo #tbb Rex #tcw rex #captain rex #seeing these boys move omega into college makes me happy #they’d all be proud big brothers #Rex doesn’t know how he got here #but he’s still going to help anyway

[chewbaccawithouthan]

TBB Spoilers!

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My hot take:

“Clone force 99, an experimental operations unit with desirable mutations.” - Commander Cody

“Your loyalty will be your downfall.” -Dr. Royce Hemlock

IF you didn’t realize Hemlock, those desirable mutations outmatched your special CX soldier creations, EVEN WHEN THEY WERE LIKE 90% OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS What does that say about the Clone Force 99 Unit and those CX Clones?

“F*ck around and find out.” is what it says to me!

Don’t get me wrong, those agents put up quite the fight with the Batch, but in the end… The big brothers got their child back and those clones were laid to waste!

Wrecker was laying the law down with his brute strength and Echo was using every trick he could to be stealthy. Crosshair- even HANDLESS and drugged still had it in him to fight and aim just as well as he did,

Don’t even get me started on Hunter- the man was probably experiencing the worst migraine of his life and an intense sensory overload, he was blurrily blinded and HE S T I L L managed to THROW and STAB the CX clone in the chest, AT his heart mind you, DEAD ON! Also, final stand with Hemlock? Hunter wasn’t having it. HE LAID IT ON HIM. The second the opportunity was given, obviously Crosshair hit the shackles to spare freedom, but Hunter didn’t just fire on him- no no no- he LIT HIM UP in Blaster Fire, HE FILLED HIM WITH HOLES. Before Hemlock fell over, he was C O V E R E D in 7 TOTAL SHOTS. I COUNTED. For a blaster? It takes about 1 shot to kill an unarmored/armored person (example: Fives or Nala-se) Hemlock was plenty dead before falling but Hunter didn’t give two flying mynocks about it.

Also? Crosshair losing his hand isn’t actually upsetting to me. DONT GET ME WRONG, I screamed when it got chopped off because that’s one more thing that boy has to remember for the rest of his life. TO ME: it was more his sight and his body’s balance and steadiness, than his ability to wield a trigger finger, the man can still hit a target without his hand, we clearly see that when he’s in the hanger and shooting bullseyes everywhere and even afterwards when he was propped on Hunter’s shoulder and successfully hits the cuffs between Hemlock and Omega. Crosshair was wobbly the entire time he chased after CX-2’s ship, he never had stability, it wasn’t just his hand and when he runs, he gives himself stability. His shaking hand was never stable.

Wrecker constantly grunting had me thinking he was just gonna plop to the ground and never wake up, but when omega freed him, his papa-bear clicked and he went into BEAST MODE. Let’s also appreciate that one clone gentleman that shot those last two bolts at the Sword-CX to save Echo’s hide.

Omega’s entire career with the bad batch lead her to the biggest escape plot of the century (ITS NEXT TO ANDOR’S ONE WAY OUT) like that child kept those kids so calm, and herself, and even set free a giant Godzilla beast into the wild to thrive. She said “no more slaves!” And meant it. Emerie taking the kids to Pabu has my respect and shall remain on my good side.

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the clone wars #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb emerie #tbb tech

[bibliophilesince2003]

Episode 15 (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) spoilers and general reflection. Do not read if you don't want to be spoiled, because I will be going into depth. This finale, y'all. Wow...

I can't even put into words what I'm feeling right now. I'm so glad it ended up being almost an hour long. The Bad Batch producers weren't kidding when they said the end is bittersweet.

When the intro popped up, I noticed the words "Bad Batch" were completely void of color. I'm not going to lie, I got a little choked up at the sight of that. Here's the thing... I never cry over movies/shows. Obviously, I'm still human. I may sit in stunned silence, I may give a strangled cry or talk as if the characters can understand me, and I have been on the verge of tears for a few shows in the past. At the end of the finale, though - when Omega leaned her head against Hunter's arm, Wrecker and Crosshair joined them underneath the tree, and the screen slowly faded to black - well, let's just say my expressions were very pained and my eyes watery. For me, that's a big deal. It hit me that we've made it the end... the very end.

I did not watch The Clone Wars (animated series) when it first came out, but my sister and I had watched the entire show a few times over before Bad Batch came out for the first time. When you're with a show that long, you kind of have to get slightly emotional. Inwardly, if nothing else.

A lot of people may not understand because the show is in fact animated and not real. As a writer and film enthusiast, however, I found the plot and dedication from the voice actors very impressive. Very little movies/shows have impressed me recently.

Besides that, Hunter was very relatable for me. I'm a military brat. I am very used to a "chaotic" life. Home is wherever my family and I have gone. Home is being with them. Our strong bond is what kept us sane in the midst of chaos, and it's difficult to explain. Seeing the Bad Batch have a life like that just made sense to me. Additionally, I would do anything for my family. I am very protective of my younger siblings. Sometimes they look up to me and expect me to make the final call; it's very daunting if you're afraid of making the wrong choice.

Eventually, though, everyone has to settle. Even the Bad Batch, after a very chaotic, stressful life.

I didn't expect to see an adult Hunter and older Omega. I love that she wants to be a rebel pilot! For one thing, it makes sense. I also love that she's still so close to her brothers. Hunter lets her go, but he still pictures her as his kid, in a way.

I don't want Tech to be gone, but I'm willing to accept it. I was delusional until the end, and I hope many of you were spared that stress. It felt like he had died again. And Crosshair without a hand? If Echo can manage, so can he, but they were really willing to go to extreme measures to get Omega back. I think him struggling to pull away made it so much worse; the intensity of this finale had me on the edge of my seat.

Well, fellow fans, I'm still processing the finale as I write. I don't think I'll ever recover, but I'll treasure the memories. Clone force 99, thank you for being both comfort characters and characters to learn from. And Bad Batch producers, a round of applause for all the hard work you've done. Consider my watery eyes the highest honor I could bestow upon you.

#tbb #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #star wars the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb omega #bad batch season 3 #bad batch finale

[iggy5055]

Imperial Crosshair x reader smut

Implied Poly Bad Batch

Summary: When Crosshair finds you and the Batch on Bracca things don't go as you planned.

Uninjured Crosshair 

Dividers belong to: https://www.tumblr.com/djarrex

Warnings: SMUT, violence, swearing, non con (kind of), Dom/sub

MINORS BE GONE!!!!

Minors DNI

All was quiet. Or at least as quiet as things could be with the Batch. Tech, Hunter and Echo where all inside the old Jedi cruiser while Omega and Wrecker where outside as Wrecker was teaching her how to disarm a bomb. 

It was so sweet how much the boys took care of her, as their newly minted younger sister, but she was very much loved. 

It was amazing how easily she got used to her new surroundings with the Batch. It took me a while and then things started to get spicy between us it was a whole new kind of relation ship to maneuver. But I wouldn't change it for the world. 

I joined the batch Before Echo, the Kaminoans thought it would be good to have a proper medic for the Bad Batch but didn't want to waist a medic form the regs. Tech, with his wide array of knowledge had no problem acting as a medic but before I joined them I was a doctor in an ER before I joined the army. I could treat a plethora of wounds and injures with speed and precision. I was also the only one who Wrecker would let give him needles so that was a bonus

I sigh, a smile on my face as I remember my times with everyone. Or at least I was till I heard a panicked voice. Immediately I activated Medic mode only to realize that Omega had clipped the wrong wire and the bomb was about to go off. 

She didn't know but it wasn't an actual thermal detonator. I couldn't help but snort a little as Wrecker made the poor girl think it was real and told her to make a run for it. Right as the so called ‘thermal detonator’ went off I turned my head to the sound of footsteps behind me. 

Echo came over and gave me a loving smile.

“How’s it going?”

“Wrecker made her think it was a real bomb and now she's a little upset.”

He smiled.

“But I think she's more upset about failing her test than it being a smoke bomb.”

Echo nodded.

“Wrecker, Omega, pack it in Hunter wants us back at the Jedi cruiser!”

As Omega and Wrecker started to make their way over to us you could hear Wrecker telling Omega not to feel too bad.

Once the two made their way over to us I pated Omegas head.

“Don't worry kiddo, With Wreckers help you'll be an expert in no time, besides, you can't expect to get everything right the first time round’.”

I give her an encouraging smile. She smiles back, her mood lighting a little.

Wrecker let out his big deep laugh and hoisted me onto his shoulder with one hand. 

“You bet kid, I failed my first disarming test to, with my help you'll be a pro in no time.”

His little encouragement made her feel a bit better than mine did, which was understandable. She felt much closer to the boys then she did me but we where still like sisters in a way.

As we made our way back to the cruiser, me still perched on Wreckers shoulder with his hand wrapped on my things keeping my securely in place, Echo’s mood seemed to shift, so did Wreckers.

Wreckers arm tightened around my legs a little. 

“We’ve got eyes on us.”

“Yeah, I see em’.”

“How may?”

“At least three, stay casual, Wrecker you ready?”

“Waiting on you.”

Wrecker sets me down. We started to jog. I held back little as Wrecker and Echo went to try and capture the scrapers. I wasn't a fighter, I never was. I took an oath to do no harm and I uphold it proudly.

Omega on the other hand eagerly followed behind her brothers. It always kind of worried me how she was so ever to follow them into danger but I guess she was a clone, this kind behaviour was in her blood. She was more alike to her brother than any of them realized. It always warmed my heart to see the little similarities in their behaviour, but also concerned me just as much. 

Echo wasn't able to keep up with the scrapers but Wrecker characteristically grabbed onto the back of their platform speeder. 

After a few minute we were able to catch up with Wrecker and the know unconscious scrapers.

After tying them up we make our way back to the Cruiser. 

Once back Hunter gather us all together. He talks about our dept and how we had a chance to make a lot of money right here. He was right it was also a good chance to relax and regroup.

It was sad that Rex had to leave so soon but we still had plenty of time to do everything else we wanted.

Echo expressed his displeasure about the idea. It wasn't hard for him to not be a soldier anymore, the ideals of one still ever-present in his mind, especially since he had just gotten his life back. But after some convincing he let it go, all be it reluctantly.

Me, Omega, Echo Hunter and Wrecker all make out way to the armoury while Tech heads over to the control centre of the ship to download some hardware. 

Hunter and Echo grab a hover-cart to help hall all the new weaponry onto the Marauder. 

Wrecker and Omega start to look at all the new ‘toys’ while Hunter and Echo seem to be having a slightly tense conversation. I walk over to them and tap Hunters shoulder. He turns his head over his shoulder, starting at me with sharp yet loving eyes. They eyes that made it so easy to fall in love with him. 

“Imma’ go see if there's any medical supplies still ok to use and start to load the Marauder.”

He nodded and I scurried away not wanting to bother them anymore. 

Echo and Hunter worked really well together but Echo was very secure in his beliefs. They weren't something he would let go of easily. That stubbornness was on of the reasons I fell in love with him.

As I make my way over to the med bay I find myself reminiscing on the times that made me fall for them.

First was Tech. It was a few months after I had just joined and everyone was still learning how to accommodate for a women. Everyone was really tense and carful around me. But not Tech. With his wide repertoire of knowledge he was very eager to have a new brain to pick even if he didn't really show his intense joy.

One day while he was shoved under the console of the Marauder I walked in. I needed a quiet place for a bit. After a mission I was always kind of drained, not really having the same stamina and tolerance for the violence that the boys had. 

Lets just say I never got that quiet place. Tech noticed I was there and he started to talk. For about an hour he just info dumped me, I thought I needed quiet to calm down but as Tech talked I realized that the quiet wouldn't have helped me very much. Techs words and his fun little facts made me forget about my fatigue as I sat in the chair beside the console he was under leaning forward so I could hear him properly. 

After he was done he sat in the chair beside me and just continued to talk. He talked and talked and talked. I stared into his eyes as he uses his hands to explain and emphasize his words when it hit me. I loved him.

Next was Wrecker. For missions I often stayed on the Marauder unless called out to the field because someone was hurt and they couldn't get them back to the ship with out proper medical care. 

I was siting on my bunk my elbows on my knees with my hands folded to my mouth waiting for a call to come in on my comm or for someone to come in growing in pain being supported by his brothers.

This time it was Wrecker. He was limping but didn't need help from his brothers I stand up. He was lightly groaning and was clearly in some kind of pain but nothing looked damaged as I looked over his armour. I looked kind of confused. I blinked at them all owlishly waiting for someone to tell me what wrong. 

As I look around the room Tech was going off to do his own thing Hunter was standing by Wrecker and Crosshair was leaning on the wall with a smug smirk on his face. Once my eyes fell on him I raised an eyebrow in question. 

Crosshair took out the tooth pick he was chewing on and his smirk widened.

“He stepped on a nail and can't get it out.”

His voice was coiled like always but still very amused.

I have to try and hold back a laugh. Wrecker was clearly uncomfortable, who wouldn't be after stepping on a nail so I try and calm myself so as not to laugh and pat my bunk. 

��Lay down and give me your foot, big guy.”

He did as told all be it reluctantly, he hated when I had to work on him but never fought me, luckily for me. I would clearly never win that fight.

He showed me his right foot as I hold it by the ankle and rest it on my thigh. I lean my head to the side and down to get a good look and sure enough there it was.

I almost gasp, a nail! This was a full blown spike!

“How the heck?!”

I look up at Wrecker his face was red as he turned away.

“How did this happen?”

Agin hunter and Wrecker didn't say anything but Crosshair was almost to eager to share. 

“He wasn't looking were he was going in the ruble after the mission and stepped on it when he stomped his foot celebrating.”

Crosshairs smirk only seemed to grow as did Wreckers blush. Hunter shooed the slender sniper away and left to give us some privacy so as to save Wrecker from his shame. 

So that's way he’s embarrassed, it didn't happen in battle.

The spike had shoved its way through his boot. The bottom of the boots where a little less protected then the rest of the armour but it still must have been some kind of stomp to get it through. 

I examine his foot till I look him in the eye. I couldn't take off the boot and give him some numbing because of the flat end of the spike still on the outside of his boot.

“Imma have to take it out as is, big guy.”

I look at him remorsefully, he started to shake his head.

“No, no way.”

I sight and grab some big tweezers to lock onto the spike.

“Tech!”

Tech emerges from the cock pit after I call. He comes over.

“Yes, Cyare?”

I smiled, me and Tech hadn't said anything about our new found affection but our attitudes towards each other changed after that day. I was happy that he felt the same way as I did. After that day something clicked. He started to touch me a little more. A hand on my back or my shoulder but most notably, his nickname for me in Mando’a I still didn't understand. But from the boys reaction it was something sweet.

“Could you grab me a syringe with some pain relief meds. I’ll need to be quick once the nail it out.”

Wrecker started to squirm. 

“No! No needles!”

He tries to get up.

“I’m fine now, nothing hurts.”

I roll my eyes trying to keep him down. Tech comes back with the syringe and hands it to me.

“Once more thing”

Tech stares into my eye waiting for his next instruction.

“Once I take out the spike I need you to take off his boot immediately so I can administer the drugs.”

He nods and starts to undo Wreckers boot so when the time comes he can take it off fast and easy. 

Wrecker started to squirm. Hunter and Crosshair came back over to help hold his down.

“On the count of three.”

Tech is still holding the boot while Hunted and crosshair are precticly standing on Wrecker to keep him still.

“ONE!”

I grab the spike tightly.

“TWO!”

On two I yank of the spike. Wrecker screams and flails a little. The second the spike it out Tech rips off the boot and I administer the drugs.

Wrecker stops squirming after I gave him the meds. Hunter and Crosshair get off the poor guy. Hunter huffs with a smile taping his brothers shoulder and Crosshair grumble and walks away even though we all knew he was happy his brothers want in pain anymore.

Tech places his hand in-between my shoulder blade and walks away after a second.

Once me and Wrecker were alone again I wrap up Wreckers foot and give him a pat on the leg 

“There all done.”

Wrecker stands up and starts to walk over tot he cock-pit to join his brothers. 

While I was cleaning up my bunk I pick of the spike. It was pretty big and sharp. No wonder it got stuck up there. but as I inspect it closer I see something through the blood. 

I squint my eyes and walk over to the ‘fresher. I rinse off the spike and gasp a little.

“oh no.”

I walk into the cock-pit everyone was relaxing. At some point we had taken off and were in hyperspace on our way back to Kamino. All the boys were only in their blacks, their armour laying around here and there. It would be a long trip and they wanted to relax. This was perfect.

Hunter is the first to look at my concerned face.

“Whats wrong?”

“wreckers I need you to stay calm for me, ok?”

He nods a dumfounded look still on his face.

I hold up the spick a little more.

‘This is rust.”

He nods.

“It was in your blood stream so that means you can get very sick.”

“Ok...”

He docent really react nothing I wasn't really expecting but then I pull out the small needle. 

“I need to give you this so that you don't get hurt more.”

I was expecting his to start yelling telling me no. The others seemed to be expecting the same thing, getting ready to ponce on their vod as a moments notice. 

But we are all surprised when Wrecker dosen’t make a move to run and get away or even protest.

I look around, not really knowing what to do, this had never happened before.

“Are you ok?”

for a moment I thought he had frozen with fear or something crazy like that. HIM, frozen in fear, NEVER. 

“Alright.”

‘What?”

We all stare shocked.

“Do what you gotta do.”

Without even thinking I move quickly to administer the drug, thinking it was some kind of failed confidence and wanting to take advantage of his lack of squirming while I still could. 

Once I was infant of him he showed me his arm but I shake my head and tell him to turn around.

he dose and before anyone could blind the needle is in his ass cheek and the drug had been given.

Wrecker gives a yelp. Most likely not expecting to have the drugs administered thought his very toned ass but other them that dosen’t make a sound or a move. Crosshair lets out a laugh at Wrecker’s yelp, I didn't thing anyone was expecting I would have to give him the needle in the ass and thought it was just the funniest thing. But to be fair if I was in his position I would laugh to. 

Wrecker groans but sits down and gives me one of his warm smiles saying thanks.

THANKS.

I walked away, flabbergasted, Wrecker thanked me from giving him a needle, the thing he hates most right after hights.

I couldn't help but blush when I realized it was because he trusted me enough to let me do it. And just like that I was in love again.

Next was Hunter. After a mission I had gotten hurt when I was too close to an explosion that went off by accident. I was looking for some supplies or anything we could use and didn't have enough time to get out of the way. 

I had passed out. Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t leave my side after Wrecker had taken me back to the ship and Tech treated my wounds but I was still out cold.

Once me, Tech and Wrecker became more lovers than friends everyones attitude started to change. It was clear to everyone we all loved each other, Even Crosshair changed, but of course none of us ever said anything. It was too embarrassing for me and the boys were to proud to admit it and none of us really knew how so we just let out actions show it.

Everyone stayed close Tech constantly checking my vitals and making sure all was right while Wrecker held my hand. Hunter was behind Wrecker with a look of utter agony on his face.

Crosshair had his same straight face as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit. He looked the same as always but the give away was that he wouldn't take his sharp amber eyes off me. Usually he would clean his 773 Firepuncher Rifle but instead he just stared at my unconscious  body. 

When I woke up Crosshair walked into the cockpit, Tech made sure I wasn't in any pain and Wrecker asked if I needed anything. My throat was dry so I asked for some water. Once Wrecker left Hunter took up my hand and kissed each of my knuckles. I smiled at him not wanting to talk because it really hurt my throat. 

“I’m so glad you're ok ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

I didn't understand what he though. But Wrecker came in seconds latter saying

“She was my kar'taylir darasuum first, sarge.”

His tone was joking but also dead serious at the same time as he handed me the water. I chugged it down as he helped me keep my head up.

Tech came over and started to rub some bacta on the side of my face. I winced.

“Well technically-”

Wrecker rolled his eyes but gave up. I wince again and try and pull away.

Techs other hand worked its way around my head keeping me close so he could finish.

“Hold still, you want it to heal properly don't you cyare?”

I nodded and held still as best I could.

After that Hunter wouldn't leave my side. He was the first Batcher to ever sleep with me. Wrecker was very jealous. Soon enough all three started to sleep with me. It was nice being so close to them.

Things between me and him changed after that, his protectiveness almost suffocating but I knew it was because he loved me and was worried and I couldn’t help but love him back. 

Finally it was Crosshair.

I started to tear up at the memory as I gather some bacta patches. I missed him but the memory was still nice. 

It was a few weeks after the accident. I got a scar on the side of my face about the size of my forefinger. Crosshair started to stay close. In battle since he was a sniper and could stay away from too much danger he often dragged me with him saying that it was best to not get in the others way, everyone else agreeing.

I was lucky enough they let me come into the field int he first place but still. 

His hand often lingered on my face sometimes tracing the scar.

Once we were back on Kamino once he grabbed my hand after I was done eating in the mess and started to drag me away.

When I asked where he was taking me he never told me.

He dragged me till we were in the shooting range. No one else was in there , it was way to early. Without a word he handed me a gun. I held it sheepishly, my finger nowhere near the trigger as I lookup as him with just my eyes.

He points over to a stall.

“Start practicing ik'aad girl.”

I stare puzzled. I look up at him after and I make my way into the stall he pointed at waiting for more instructions. 

“If you're going to stick around you need to be able to protect yourself. I intend to make sure you can do that.”

I started to hold the gun the way I saw Hunter and Tech do. It was the same kind of gun they had, a DC-17 blaster pistol. Nut before I could even attempt to squeeze the trigger Crosshair stoped me. 

“Hold on.”

He came up behind me. He was very close his arms snaking around me and position my hands properly. He moved one of his legs in-between my own and pushes my foot out a little.

Once I was repositioned properly instead of pulling away he came even closer to me. He leaned his head to my ear. His lips brushing my ear.

“Try now.”

I nod and fire the gun.

It kept going like that for a while. He taught me to shoot and eventually we got closer. He was the first one to kiss me, whenever I got a bullseye he kissed my neck or my cheek. 

I wipe my the tears off of my cheeks as I think about how much I missed him. I finish packing up all the supply's I found and headed over the the door when everyone came rushing through the hallway on their way to the med room.

Without a word Tech grabbed my upper arm and started to walk around alternating corridors. Tech was the first to speak. 

“The Empire is here.”

I stare with wide eyes.

“What?”

Hunter was next.

“The empire found us, he is here.”

Tears came back to my eyes. Crosshair was here and he was trying to capture or kill us. I wanted to stay strong for Omega and the others. Not wanting them to know how much I really missed the tall sniper but it was too hard. Know that he was here it broke my heart to know one of the men I loved no longer loved me or his brothers and new found little sister.

“I have jammed their signal but that won't stop him. they will do a forward to aft search so if we keep this up all will be well Cyare.”

He let go of my upper arm to work on his data pad. After a few minutes of walking around and hearing the troopers all around as as we evaded them.

As we walk in silence it was hard to stop crying but I kept silent.

“Talk to me Tech?”

“I’m trying to tap into the regs’ comms so we can monitor their movements.”

As we hear banging down a side corridor Hunter points his guns. 

“Someone coming”

We all get back, the shadows in the corridor with no working lights hid us. The troopers march their way through the dark halls. We all crouch down. Weapons ready as I hold Omega. They walk right past us. It was too dark to really see anything, or maybe we are just really lucky.

As the troopers turn down a corridor we get up when Techs data pad let out a beep followed by blurred comm chatter.

“I’m in.”

I lean In closer to listen.

“All squads.”

“Yes sir.”

“Push the targets toward the hanger, we’ll pin then down.”

“Roger that.”

We hear Crosshair coiled voice on the comm, the voice I still loved. More tears fell as I feel Omega stiffen a bit.

“Aren't we headed for the hanger.”

Omega looks at Hunter worriedly.

“Not anymore, we’ll cut through the artillery deck.”

We made our way over to the deck guns at the ready as we tread carfully.

The deck itself was decrepit and rotting with two giant cannons never to be used again. We walked as quiet as we could but the creaking of the broken down room was unavoidable. 

Lost in my own thoughts I was still letting out silent tears as Echo came over and held my hand rubbing my knuckles lovingly understanding my how I was feeling.

Me, Wrecker and Tech head over to a big window that the barrel of an old canon was meant to stick out of and looked down. It was a long drop down.

“Uh... okay, I'm not going out that way.”

I couldn't help but smile a little at his words. But it was short lived.

The second the words left his lips Troopers started to swarm us from all angles. 

“There they are.”

We all hold our weapons at the ready as I hold Omega close behind Hunter. His hand out protectively. 

“Stand down.”

I blink. It was a rather feminine voice. Not something I really expected. 

The sound of a door shutting behind us makes us turn around only to see Crosshair and four other troopers with him.

Hunters guns still held hight as I pull Omega even closer know that we weren't behind Hunter. For an extra measure I slowly moved Omega behind me, hiding her with my body.

“Tapping our comms to track our movements? So predictable.”

I sneer at Crosshair a little, but it was hard. I still loved him, but he didn't love me. 

Wrecker scoff at the statement popping his head out from behind a cannon.

“Nice to see you too, Crosshair.”

Tech and Echo where still unseen behind the cannon along with Wrecker when I could hear Tech speak lowly to Echo. Low enough not to draw attention but loud enough for me to hear a little.

“Echo, scomp in and reroute reserve power to the cannons”

My eyes widen a little.

‘The hell is he thinking’

Echo seemed to have similar sentiments.

“If these cannons fire, this whole deck will collapse.”

“Exactly.”

Techs tone was almost... playful?

I hold Omega tighter to my back her hand know wrapped around my waist. I mentally prepared my self and got ready to turn and grab her as we fall.

“Look at you all, scavenging like rats. It’s pathetic.”

It kind hurt to hear him say those words, knowing he saw me as nothing but a rat, but I had to remind myself that it was his chip, nothing more.

“Why come after us?”

Hunter still had his gun pointed at his old vod. 

“You’re traitors.”

Each word he said stabbed me even harder but I held back my tears, but I bet my eyes looked like water in glass.

After his words Crosshair moves his right arm and points to the side, at the motion a few troopers started to surround us even more. Some moving from behind us. I could feel Omega cling a little harder as I hold onto her hands that were on my stomach and one on her head trying to comfort her. 

“Done.”

I look to my side at Echo when he spoke softly to Tech. Tech started to press some more buttons. I give Omegas hand a subtle squeeze to let her know it was almost time. 

Hunter still had his gun on Crosshair as he spoke.

“Crosshair, wake up. You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”

Omegas hold losses on me as she steps forward a bit.

“He’s telling the truth. The Kaminoas put chips in all the clones. Remember what I told you in the brig, you can't help it.”

Her voice was strong and clear, it made my feel proud. My voice no doubly was very shaky. I’d probably stutter if I said anything. But the pride was short lived.

Crosshair stepped forward a bit, in response so did Hunter, standing in front of us with the gun at the ready. 

“Aim for the kid.”

I gasp as Crosshair as his troopers aim at Omega. I grab her as fast as I could and shield her with my body. 

“Your issues with me, not her.”

As I hold omega close concealing her from sight. I could hear Wrecker whisper.

“Hurry up.”

“Systems online in three, two one.”

As Tech counted down Crosshair gave us a warning.

“I suggest you drop your weapon.”

Suddenly the cannon went off, shaking the whole deck and sending Crosshair flying back. 

Hunter starts to fire as he yells at us to “GO.”

We all start running but that wasn't the only shot. Once again the cannons fire making debris fall for the already unstable hole in the roof crushing some troopers.

Omegas hands shoot to her head as I try and shield her. Unlike me she immediately composed herself and pulled out her energy bow and started to take down some troopers. But I couldn't do it. Even if Crosshair was trying to kill me both as a doctor and his lover I refused to hurt him or anyone else, even if they wanted to hurt me. 

As the cannons kept firing we could all see the roof about to drop on all of us, at least what was left of it. 

As It started to fall Hunter pushed Omega out of the way.

“Look out!”

As everyone dodged the falling roof pieces we all had to scatter.

Wrecker was taking down troopers with his bare hands, throwing them out the window. He grabbed the bombs as we all regrouped and made our way to the door only to be met with a very unwelcoming flamethrower. In response Wrecker throws his proton torpedo at the unwelcome surprise. 

“Direct hit. Yeah!!”

After Wreckers little celebration we all made our escape into one of the ships ion engine chambers.

“The Ion Engine chamber? Why'd you bring us here?”

“Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.”

Wrecker groans at his vods answer.

“I don't even know what that means.”

I pat wreckers shoulder.

“Don't worry, I don't either.”

We all make out way to the end of the ion chamber.

Tech raises his finger.

“It means that this is our other way out.”

I smile a little at his matter of fact tone. 

As we slip down onto the bottom of the camber I couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it. 

“We’re almost there, a little further.”

Hunter was trying to lift our spirits and motivate us a little but it wasn't really working, but I still smiled knowing he meant well. 

“I didn't think you meant we would be escaping through the engine.”

“I could not have been clearer.”

Techs response to Echo made me laugh a little to myself. even though to him it was clear Tech sometimes had trouble understanding that others needed deeper elaboration. 

“Whoa, I've never been inside an ion engine before.”

“Thats a good thing, Omega.”

I couldn't help but respond to her funny statement.

“Yeah, it would be weirder if you had, kid.”

“These chambers are quite the engineering marvel.

“Yeah, they are huge and effective, it’s amazing.”

Once again I marvel at the utter size of the engine.

“Yes, this blast primer coating is capable of withstanding--”

Before Tech could finish his fun fact Wrecker interrupted him and pushed him forward.

“No one cares, keep movin’.”

“Hey.”

I complained too Wrecker after he interrupted Him.

I could practically feel Wreckers eyes rolling.

“Ok, (Y/N) cares but still.”

Once Hunter and me are at the opening of the Ion engine, Hunter steps out ready to find a way down when Wrecker groans again setting down the case of bombs he was still lugging around.

“Well, now what?”

Tech steps forward but was interrupted by a blaster bold almost hitting him.

I gasp and rush over once Tech who was stumbled forward but was caught by Hunter when he almost fell to make sure he was ok.

Hunter pokes his head around before I could protest but I was silence when I heard Crosshair’s voice from afar.

“Try again, Hunter. I told you before, you’re surrounded.”

A ship lands behind Crosshair as Hunter turns back to face us.

“Double back.”

As we all run back I could start to hear an unsettling rumbling and machinery whirring to life as I feared the worst.

‘no’

“What is that?”

Omegas question was hesitant probably worried about the answer, as she should be. It was Hunter to break the news.

“Sounds like the engines coming online. But that's not possible, right?”

After his question Tech puts down his flashlight and pulls out his data pad.

“Technically, it is. I restored the ships main power core when I accessed the central system, which means the engines can be activated.”

“Crosshair, wouldn't do that, would he?”

Omega looks at me.

“a-apparently he-he would.”

My voice cracks a bit, trying my best to believe he wouldn't.

“How much time do we have?”

Echo asked the question we all needed to know.

“I estimate less than two minutes.”

I hold omega close again as air was getting sucked in the ion engine as a blue fire was starting to appear.

“What do we do.”

It was the question on everyone mind as I tried to wrack my brain. As we think I could hear the ship outside start up and fly away.

‘He really was going to do it.’

Tears come to my eyes. At this point I was shocked I even had any left. 

“Uh. what about plane 7?”

Of all people it was Wrecker to come up with an idea, that was, till Echo mentioned.

“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!” 

“well--well you think of something!”

Wrecker challenged as he held the case of bombs in front of him.

“Can we use the explosives from the armoury to disable the engine?”

“It won't cause a large enough reaction to effect the thermal chamber. But if we place a series of charges around this cone, we may be able to break away form the cylinder while destabilizing the core.”

Techs answer made me shiver, yay, more dropping.

“Break away, you mean fall, all the way down?”

“It’s that or be incinerated.”

Echo made a point, still it was an unpleasant prospect.

“Everyone take an explosive. Tech, (Y/N) up top with me. Omega stay here.”

We all nodded and got to work placing the charges. Once set and activated we all backed up as Wrecker held the button that would let all hell break loss.

“Everybody, get down!”

The second Hunter said it I grabbed Omega again shielding her for anything that might go wrong. 

We all start to bounce as the chamber started to fall. Braking away from eh rest of the ship.

“Hold on!”

Despite Techs warning I didn't have time to grab something as we started to plummet. I started to slip away from everyone else, immediately letting go of Omega and giving her and little shove toward Hunter. As the cylinder fell I only got pushed farther away from the others.

When the cylinder falls and breaks in half I found myself alone.

I had landed on my back and groan as I sit up, only to yelp and fall back. Once I felt my head I see what was wrong, the upper side of the right thigh had a big gash in it. 

I whimper as I try and move to treat my wound. Once I slow my bleeding with my shirt I flop back. Luckily I had a sports bra underneath. 

I lay there for a few seconds. After I regain my self and start to think a bit more clearly through the pain I reach for my comm only to grab at nothing.

My head shoots up as I franticly look around the the device. I sit up and look around not seeing anything.

I jump a bit when I suddenly hear engines above me. Right as I look up I see a ship with a bright lights shining down on me. I lift my hand to cover my eyes as I stare at the ship hoping it was the others. 

As the ship slowly descends my fear shoots through the roof. Once I realize who it was I try and crawl back only to scream as I drag myself by my arms and one uninjured leg. 

Once the ship lands a few meters away I expect to be shot on sight by some troopers. But instead of troopers coming out It was Crosshair.

He didn't have his rifle with him or any weapon for that matter. He walked over to my whimpering form as I kept trying to get away from him. 

Crosshair didn't say a thing as he knelt down beside me once I couldn't move back anymore, my back against some metal debris as he stared at me through his green visor on his helmet. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want the man I love  to kill me with his bare hands and before I knew it, I was begging him.

“Please--please... don’t d-do it.”

My voice was horse and broken as I begged him. I felt like my world was closing in around me.

Finally, Crosshair takes off his helmet. He was smirking at me.

I cry and shake as I continue to beg him not to kill me, as I do Crosshair looks over me. His eyes linger on my chest for a while as he takes in the sight of my breasts, his smirk widening, until he sees my leg. 

Then he scowls at my leg. The second his smirk leaves his face I Immediately I stop begging. Only letting out a few whimpers and crys from the pain that I couldn't hold back.

“Look at you, see what happens when you aren’t carful?”

He touches my thighs just below the cut in it. I hiss and try and ball up in an exempt to feel safer. I love Crosshair and it broke my heart to know that I no longer felt safe and secure when he was close. 

“Come on ad’ika. hold still”

I whimper and try to get away this time moving to the side.

“D-Don’t-- please. p-please don’t do i-it.”

The tears were uncontrollable, Crosshair lifted his hand to wipe them away.

But just as he opened his mouth to say something the others started to come.

“(Y/N)!”

They all yelled for me once they saw who I was with, Crosshair reaches for his comm without a second thought.

“Kill them.”

Suddenly my mind when numb along with my leg. Without thinking I grabbed Crosshairs arm.

“No- no Crosshair please!”

He didn't say anything.

“(Y/N)!”

They called for me again getting closer and closer. 

“RUN!”

I scream as loud as I could realizing crosshair wasn't going to do anything to stop his order.

“GET OUT OF HERE, HE WILL KILL YOU. RUNNNNNN!”

Crosshair turned to me and growled. but he didn't do anything. The other reluctantly turned back once they saw all the troopers coming their way. I sigh in relief knowing if nothing else I gave them a chance. 

Once they were out of sight I let go of Crosshairs arm. Crosshair stares at me. I was finally able to stop crying but I couldn't look him in his eye. I didn't want the last thing I see to be the man I love stare down at me with utter hatred.

I close my eyes getting ready for the final blow, but instead I feel his hands on my cheeks. I flinch but still didn't open my eyes, thinking he would move them down and strangle me.

After a few seconds I feel his hands pull away from my reddened and puffy cheeks. I could hear his armour adjust as he moves around. A part of me was hoping that he would just walk away. That maybe some part of him that still loved me. I wasn't a Jedi or a clone but I was with clones that, in their words, ‘were in violating of order 66.’

But I also knew he was probably getting up to grab his rifle and shoot me. I curl up into a ball my arms over my head and my left knee up to my chest. I tried to move my right leg but the gash in my thighs felt like it had fireworks in it every time I moved it. 

I prepare myself for the end, mentally praying that the others got away, that they weren't hurt and that Omega was safe with her brother so she didn't have to see Crosshair shoot me.

Mid thought I felt two strong hand on my waist. I yelp as my eyes shoot open. Before I could do anything Crosshair lifted me up and on his shoulder, his arm around the back of my thighs keeping me in place. 

I scream as he lifted me, the movement itself wasn't harsh or painful but because I  was being moved so did my leg which meant harsh pain for me.

I grip his black armour so hard my entire hand seemed to turn white. I try and compose myself, the pain making it hard to focus and think straight.

I didn't even notice that he was taking me to the shuttle they came heer in until he set me down on the floor. He sets me against a wall of the ship so I could lean on it.

I stare up at him after I compose myself a little. My eyes must have looked wide and crazy, begging for answers and very confused. He didn't say anything but he did stare. 

I didn't say anything either, scared that this moment would end. Scared I was really dead. My eyes said everything I needed them too. His eyes were different, even though he had a cold exterior his eyes often betrayed him if you knew what to look for. His eyes where clear back then, open. Now they were closed, like something was preventing him from showing me how he felt but he was fighting through it. I could see a little bit of emotion in those eyes. I just hoped it was enough.

We were broken out of our staring contest when one of Crosshair’s troopers came over. 

“Sir, we need to leave. let’s kill the girl and report back to Kamino.”

Crosshair didn't take his eyes off me while the trooper spoke, but I did, staring up at the helmeted trooper as she spoke. I started to shake when the, what I assumed to be a woman, trooper mentioned killing me. That was when I looked back to Crosshair. I only stare it for a split second before his eyes seemed to darken before he whipped his head around and stood up. His nose almost touching the helmet of the trooper as he towered over her, but to be honest, aside from Wrecker he towered over everyone. 

“She will not be killed, we will take her back with us to be interrogated.”

He gestured over to me.

“She will know what they plan to do next.”

The trooper just started at her superior for a moment till she nodded and walked away.

Crosshair scowled and placed a toothpick in his mouth, chewing it and moving it from side to side in his mouth.

I couldn't help me stare at his lips, wanting to kiss him and thank him for keeping me alive. He turned back over to me while grinding the toothpick between his teeth for a second. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done that's for sure. His lips seemed to hypnotize me. 

He had kneeled down in front of me again, I only got shot out of my own thoughts when he chuckled at me. The sound was so smooth, it made my stomach twist with butterflies. 

“Like what you see, mesh'la solus?”

The old nickname brought tears to my eyes. I never knew what they where saying. Whenever I asked any of the boys what their nicknames meant they would just smirk at me and tell me it was a secret.

I was crying a little but I couldn't help the smile on my face. Crosshair kept smiling at me. He raised his hand, I thought he was going to rub my cheek. I flinch when I feel a sharp prick in my neck. It was fast and over in a second. I hold my neck looking at him with shocked eyes. 

Everything started to go black, my eyes started to fluter closed as I find myself falling over. Before I could completely black out and hit the floor I felt Crosshair’s arms again.

“I got you, Just let go.”

Then... nothing. 

I wake up with a start. I sit up so fast my mind was spinning. I groan and hold my head. Once I compose myself I open my eyes again and look around. 

I was in a cell with a red shield door. I recognized the space as a cell on Kamino. I was laying on the metal slab that jutted out front the wall. 

I shift to have my legs hanging from the ‘bed’ but wince mid moment.

I groan and look down. My thigh was wrapped up in white bandage. I was in a black tank top and underwear. 

I touch my leg. The gash felt like it had be stitched with minimal blood seeping through the bandage so I didn't tare my stitches which was a refill. 

While I was distracted inspecting my leg I didn't hear the whoosh of the door. 

“Shocked?” 

My head shoots up, it was the female trooper from earlier. 

“The commander said we had to keep you alive, couldn't interrogate you properly with you bleeding out.”

I didn't say anything. I gave her a strait face. I had shown too much emotion already. I didn't want to give her any reason to think I was weak. I mean, I was. but she didn't need to know that.

After a few seconds of silence she walked over to the consul and pulled a lever to deactivate the ray shield.

It crossed my mind briefly to get up and fight. But unlike her I was both injured and not very good at hand to hand combat, and in Crosshair’s words ‘my aim was shit.’

She walks back over to the front of the cell.

“Come on get up.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. I had a gash going all the way down the side of my thigh.

She didn't seem to get it or she didn't care so I just sighed and started to try and get up. I place my hands on the slab and slowly get up. After some teeth grinding and pained groans I was able to stand up placing most of the weight on my left leg. 

She rolled her head with a sigh clearly annoyed at my partially immobile state. If she didn't have head helmet on I bet she I would have seen her roll her eyes to.

She walks over to my shaky form grabbing me by my upper arm tightly. It hurt but as she started walking, her harsh hand was probably the only thing keeping me upright. As we walk through the always I get a lot of side glances The new non-clone troopers probably wondering who I was and the few clones that were still around wondering what I was doing here.

As she walks and I pathetically hobble around I can't help but think of what will happen to me. 

It felt like forever till we got the the interrogation room. I feel like she dragged out the walk by going the long way to break me down before interrogation. It was a good way to soften a civie like me up, there was just one problem.

I didn't know shit.

I wasn't a part of the ‘attack’ part of the squad as I liked to call it so I never new any plans. And I never asked, not really caring. It was my job to take care of them when the boys where injured and I always did no matter what so it didn't really matter if I knew where we where going or not. 

I often just stayed on the Marauder. And besides, so many things have been thrown at us. One complication after another so there was never really a fixed plan, we always had to change what we were doing.

The room was small with two metal chairs on either side of a metal table and a bright light on the ceiling. 

She shoves me harshly in the chair furthest from the door but dosen’t sit down herself. 

Once I sit I check my leg to make sure nothing happened to it. Once I conform no stitches were torn I looked up at her. My face still straight but I imagine my eyes had enough fear in that that it didn't really matter. 

She didn't sit in the chair, opting to just lean forward on the table with her two firsts.

“Where are they?”

I almost sigh in relief. That means they got away. But I hold it back.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

The trooper finally took off her helmet gently placing in in front of her on the table. I made a mistake by following her helmet and not keeping my eyes on her. The second the light tap sound was heard as she placed it down and loud thwack was heard followed by a yelp.

My head twisted violently to the side after she slapped me. The hard slap pulled tears from my eyes. As I bring my hand up to my now burning left cheek. I looked back at her.

“Try again.”

My face hardens more. I know that my lack of answers was going to piss her off and end up causing me a lot of pain but it was worth it to piss her off so much. She needed answers but I wasn't the person with them. 

Knowing she wouldn't get anything from me made me happy.

I didn't really see a point in taunting her further, she was already pretty pissed and would only get more pissed as time goes on so I might as well tell her the truth, it would probably annoy her more once she figures out I really don't know anything. 

“I don't know where they are. If they're not on Bracca, how could I?”

She growled and slapped me again.

I had accidentally bit into my cheek this time. I whined at the pain and spit out a glob of blood to the floor beside me.

My cheek was throbbing. I had to consider myself lucky however, she was only slapping me so far but damn was she good at it. 

I look back at her but didn't say anything just star at her, waiting for her next question or to repeat her last on again. 

“What was your plan?”

“On what?”

She growls at me but doesn't make a move to hit me again. 

“Why were you and you're little friends on Bracca?”

“Surgery.”

I smirked a little as she growled again, She wound up her arm and I close my eyes in anticipation. Just as the blow would have landed the door whooshes open and a harsh voice rang int he room.

“STOP!”

I open my eyes to see a very angry Crosshair and a very shocked and kinda flushed trooper. She stuttered a little trying to explain and probably trying to figure out why he was so angry.

To be fair though, so was I. 

Crosshair seemed livid. His face contorted with anger. 

“Why is she here.”

The trooper was finally able to get some word out.

“I wanted to interrogate her as soon as she woke up, sir.”

“I told you I would interrogate the prisoner, you've disobeyed a direct order.”

The trooper stands at attention and salute’s him.

“I’m sorry sir, it won't happen again.”

“Get out.”

The trooper grabs her helmet and moves out of the room quickly. Crosshair didn't take his eyes off her as she left. I found myself staring at the metal table as I run my tongue along the cheek I had bit pretty hard, still tasting some blood  as I place a hand to my now most likely bruised cheek. 

I flinched a little when I felt Crosshair’s hand on my cheek. I look up. I was scared now. A random trooper torchering or killing me, what was fine. But him.. 

I freeze.

“You’ll tell me what I want to know, ad’ika. Whether you want to or not.”

His voice was eerily calm as his thumb runs over my cheek.

Before I knew it I was in the batches old barracks. 

Crosshair had picked me up and with an injured leg I couldn't stand on it so that made it hard to try and get away from him.

He set me down forcing me to lay down as he hovered over me. His gaze felt predator like. He was a wolf while I was a measly little bunny biding her time.

He was fast about it, making sure nobody saw it. I felt safer knowing I wasn't in the interrogation room but his words earlier made me more than a little nervous.

To scared to look at him I look around the room trying to find some kind of comfort in the familiar area, only to find nothing.

It felt wrong. Techs writing on the wall was gone, Wreckers bunk was made and clean. The room smelled clean and Hunters Clone force 99 symbol was gone. Even Crosshairs old paper shooting targets were gone.

It felt wrong. It didn't feel like it was my boys place. But I didn't have much time to dwell on it.

Crosshair was hovering over me. Holding my wrists over my head.

I could feel my pussy throb. it was like our first time. All the boys are different in their approach to sex.

Tech was very much into toys and experimenting with positions and places. 

Hunter was sweet but very much primal when he got really into it. 

Wrecker knew he was big so he was very gentle but efficient. 

Echo usually wanted me to take the lead while I straddle him riding his cock. Not wanting to hurt me.

Crosshair, oh Crosshair was hard. Hard and fast. He liked it hard and in every place he could think of. His love of fucking me wherever he could made getting caught a common worry. 

“Where are they?”

I had to blink a few times. I was so lost in thought I shoot my eyes up to his trying to calm down but his eyes, oh his eyes, it took me a second to comprehend the question while my pussy throbs.

“I-I...”

I couldn't get the words out, I had them in my head I just couldn't speak them. I didn't have the answers he wanted and despite me trying to tell him this I was just a stuttering mess, especially once I realize what position we where in.

He was still hovering over my body, his long slender fingers griping my wrists not too hard but hard enough that it let me know I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.

But what made me even more nervous was he closeness to my face. His nose almost touching mine, his warm breath fanning over my face, the smell of crisp peppermint settling in my nose. It made my knees weak. But I only become more hyperaware of our position. With my pussy throbbing intensely I tried to close my thighs, wanting to rub them a little to get some much needed friction. only to go eye wide at t he realizing something was in the way.

My head shoots down, not even thinking, almost hitting Crosshairs nose with my forehead in the proses if he didn't pull back a little at the prefect time.

My face turns as red at a tomato when I realize that Crosshairs still armoured knee and thigh where in between mine. Just a breath away from brushing his knee on my pulsing sex.

I can almost feel the vibrations of Crosshairs chest when he chuckles at the reddening of my poor face. But the colour only seems to deepen when he leans down into my ear, his lips brushing it a little almost pressing his lips into the ear making me shiver uncontrollably.

“Lookin’ a little nervous there, ik’aad girl.”

My eyes move away from the sight of his knee between my thighs but up to his amber eyes filled with a playfulness I only remember seeing when we where alone.

I couldn't help the tears coming from my eyes at both his favourite nickname for me but mostly the fact that his eyes looked much less clouded now, more open and free like they used to be.

His smirk drops a little when he sees my tears. He moves both his hands off my wrists. At the motion I bring my hands over my face to hide it from him, not wanting him to see me cry like this. 

I could hear him grumble a little before pulling my hands down and holding my wrists above my head again but this time he only uses one hand, his other is occupied, to busy holding my side as his warm thin lips attack my neck with kisses and some a-little-too-hard love bites. The pain wasn't to bad but it was enough to get me out of my own thoughts and force me to focus on him..

I still had a few tears on my puffy red cheeks so as he moves his kisses and bites from my neck to my jaw up to my lips when he pulls away for a second he notices the little shiny gleam of liquid on my cheeks and kisses them away. 

Once again I was completely speechless, His attitude towards me now was a huge contrast to early with the batch on Bracca. 

He stares at me for a few seconds. His face remained relaxed fro a moment until out of nowhere his eyes became hard to read again. 

“Where are they, cyare?”

I take a second to collect myself, longer than I would have liked. Crosshair was still eh man I loved but he was different. More dangerous than before. I couldn't help but get a little exited at his new demeanour but for him this definitely wasn't a sexually thing as far as I could tell. 

“I--I don't know.’

He stared at me for a while, reading me. trying to fish out if I was lying or not.

“Still don't tell you anything, huh ad’ika?”

I nod a little, not really sure when else to do.

He leans down to my ears again, as he whispers his gently rubs his knee against my crotch. Touching my clit just enough to make me squirm a little. 

“Well then, let me tell you something.”

His lips brush lightly on my ears, almost tickling it ever so softly.

“ You and your friends have been giving me a lot of trouble lately.”

He wiped at my ear a little too hard, making my whine a little.

“I think it’s time you pay for it.”

My eyes widen and I try to squirm away. His grip on my wrists became bruisingly tight even though he was still only using one hand. His other was still occupied with my hip, his thumbs stroking it. 

I couldn't get any words out before his lips where sealed tightly on mine, swallowing my defiance along with it. 

The kiss was so warm, so sweet despite being hard. His kiss held so many meaningful memory's. In my mind it was pointless to fight. he could kiss me and I wouldn't do a thing to stop him, not being able to live with myself if I hurt him in any way. 

Besides it felt good. Having him touch me like he used to, all-be-it a little more rough then he normally would, it still felt so good. 

His knee kept grinding on my pussy that was still only covered by a pain of black underwear. His free hand starts to move down slowly, caressing every part of my skin. His hand left a trail of tingling heat behind making me feel all the more flustered under him.

His hand wandered too low, to cut up in the heat of the moment it seems both of us forgot about my leg, his hand started to groped my hip, wait and down to the top of my thighs till his moved down to the bandage. Too distracted by his welcoming warm lips I didn't think to stop him. By the time I realized when leg he was squeezing it was too late.

His squeeze wasn't very heard but since the wound was still pretty fresh it hurt like hell. 

I immediately go eyes wide, I pull away screaming. Moving my head to its side I press my cheek into the sheets behind me head as I soaked them with my tears. 

Crosshair immediately pulls his hand from my thigh and lets me pull away from his kiss but otherwise doesn't move. 

I didn't even have time to collect myself before he let go of my wrists and moved his hand to the cheek facing him kissing my eyelid as I cry. 

I calm down for a second, shocked by the caring kiss. before I could stop hiccuping however he was already kissing down my neck, sucking on my soft spot making the pain numb a little. 

I figured it was his version of a little apology, even without his chip he wasn't very good with his words, emotionally anyway. He always let his actions speak for him. 

But to my surprise he goes lower and lower and lower. once he kissed them top of my underwear he looked up at me.

“You know what pain feels like... now let me show you pleasure~.”

I shudder at his words not really knowing what to even say.

His left arm wraps around my injured right leg gently, just underneath the bandage and lifts it up ever so softly to give the bandage a lingering kiss. A pleasant pulsing ran through the wound, not painful our sore, not even sexually but more, calming?

I didn’t really understand it. it was strange to feel so much pain just for it to be gone in seconds after a kiss. 

His teeth nip at my underwear pulling them down slowing still being careful of my leg. 

The sight was utterly sinful. I tilt my head back and moan, the sight of him between my shivering legs too much to handle. The memories of him pounding into my quivering pussy making my shake even more with anticipation. 

I could feel how wet I was for him, some things never changed. He seemed to agree with me.

“Wet for me still?”

It wasn't a question that needed answering. I stared into his amber eyes getting lost in them as he chuckles at my current state.

with my bottom half now bare he moved up my body again. I was a little confused. Not really expecting it. Apparently my face clearly shows my confusion because Crosshair was chuckling at me.

“Easy, girl.”

I didn't really get his words but I quickly forgot about it when his knee came up to my bare pussy stroking it with his knee juuust right. My head rolls back along weight my eyes. His hard armour on my already swollen clit too much. My moans became uncontrollably as I became putty in Crosshair’s hands.

I nearly registered Crosshair’s low chuckle in my ear.

“You like that ik’aad? Like how I make you melt.”

I nod, not being able to get a word out.

I completely forgot the position I was in right now, Being held by the Empire, supposedly getting tortured and having no escape plan of any kind. and yet I couldn't be happier then I was right now. Being held under the man I love as he grinds his knee on my puffy little clit. This was heaven.

I could start to feel the perfectly tight feeling coil in my tummy, bringing me closer and closer to that oh so sweet release. But just before it cam loose, he stops. I practically sob at he pulls away, feeling the need to have his touch me, use me, do anything to me. As long as he was touching me I was in bliss, having his pull away was like torture.

He chuckled again, his deep smooth voice making the coil come back for just a moment only to disappear as quickly as it came. 

His still gloved hand came down to my pussy, stroking my soaking folds painfully slowly, gathering my slick on his fingers. Almost caressing my clit only to pull back down at the last second. I couldn't help but whine. A wordless beg to have him touch me. 

“Relax, you'll get what you want if I decide you should have it.”

His words where hard but lost all sharpness to them with his slightly playful tone, alone too slight to notice. But for someone like me, who has been so imitate with him before, it was easy to tell he was playing around a little. wanting to drag this out. 

For a moment my mind cleared a little, coming out of its blissful fog, raging this out, what would happen to me after? Do I go back to my cell? Will he still torture me? With the other rescue me? Do they even know where I am?

Before I could spiral top far I was Brough back to reality when I felt two fingers slip into my tight pussy, Two bare fingers.

My head It still tilted back into he sheets but I look down at Crosshair when I feel him again.

My pussy throbs after I see him. Some time during my little freak out he and not only striped his armour but also the top of his blacks, leaving his in only his tight fit lower blacks that did nothing to hide his raging hard on. At the sight my mind flashes to all the times I had seen his like this, hard and ready to pound into me. without mercy.

But to my dismay he seemed content on taking his bloody sweet time this go round. 

Prick.

I didn't have much time to be pissed however, his fingers weren't his dick but right know it was good enough. It had been a while since I had been fucked good let alone at all. With Omega around it was important to keep things kid friendly. But as a result I was pretty pent up and in need of a good hard fucking. 

I rolled my hips up into his fingers meeting up with his thrust and finding a good rhythm. 

“Eager?”

I nod desperately, 

“Words, ad’ika~”

I rolled my hips deeper into his hand, my eyes rolling back when he toucher that oh-so special spot inside me.

“Yes~”

I moaned out so loud, after all this time I was a bit more sensitive than usual, I love Omega but damn is that kid a cock block. 

Despite seeing my sensitivity and desperation Crosshair seemed to what to take advantage of my precarious position. 

“You won't cum till you tell me everything, cyare.”

I groaned coming back to reality a bit, right, I'm still technically a prisoner. 

Joy.

“ I-I don't kn-know where they a-are~”

I was breathless with my answer since Crosshair was still pumping his long perfect fingers into my wet pussy, hitting the spots that make me feel lit putty in his hands.

“I believe you.”

He picked up his pace a little, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, panting hard, my body begging for a release. 

I could feel Crosshairs lean forward to whisper in my ear, the action giving him easier access to my pussy, being able to delve further into it. drawing out a hard whimper and moan from me.

I was so close, so so close but he seemed to notice and slowed to a snails pace. I whimper at the loss of friction. 

“I want to know a few things so let’s start with the easy question, yeah?”

I nod desperately trying to thrust into his hand only for him to stop completely. I also sob.

“Why where you on Bracca, Mesh’la?”

I was shaking, not from fear, I fact I wasn't scared at all for some reason, I had every right to be but I wasn't. No I was shaking because of my denied orgasm. It kind of was hurting. The tense muscles in my lower abdomen not able to relax with out that rush of endorphins through my whole body. Fucking Biology. 

“The c-chips.”

My voice was breaking the pain being a little too much for me.

“P-ple-ease~”

I didn't even have to elaborate. Crosshair you me well enough to know I was hurting. Mostly for experience, this certainly wasn't the first time we played the denial game. 

Without saying anything he started to thrust a little again, not enough to make me cum but enough to relive a little pain.

I sigh in relief. relaxing a little more.

“What about the chips?”

I final open my eyes again to look up at him, his face was still hard but his eyes looked a little confused, clearly wanting more.

It shocked me a little not to hear his deny their existence.

“We got them removed, Wrecker almost killed Omega, whe---.”

His fingers brushed up against my g-spot again making me shiver and lose my track of thought again. 

He leaned closer kissing right behind my ear.

“Keep going.”

He stoped thrusting again making my groan breathlessly again.

“We want to Bracca after Wrecker started getting bad headaches. Omega mentioned that it could be the chips, Tech said we should get them removed but we had to do it discreetly so we did it on the abandoned Jedi Cruiser so as not to draw attention to ourselves.”

I decided to leave Rex out of the story, not wanting to make him a target to. it was better if they thought he was dead, safer too. 

Crosshair started to thrust again, this time with a little more purpose. he slowly picked up speed, pressing all the right spots inside me that only the boys knew about. 

I cried out as I got closer and closer but he started to slow down again. And for just a second I got angry with him and completely forgot the position I was in.

“Dank ferrik Crosshair let me fucking cum!!!”

For the first time in almost forever I screamed at him. being so sexually pent up and sensitive I just couldn't take it anymore and all rationality seemed to fly out the window into the story sea outside. 

I move my head to glare at him but he second I look in his eyes I remember where I was and who I was with. I gasp covering my mouth and shut my eyes tight as I wait to be hit or slapped or anything but it never came. 

When I open my eyes again I see a very smug looking Crosshair. It take me by surprise seeing him look so cocky. His smirk still made me feel things though. 

“I guess I could---”

For a moment I had some hope, finally getting to cum and actually think straight.  

“If you beg~”

His smug tone immediately makes me hesitant as I glare at him a little again. His smirk just seemed to get wider. it felt like electricity shot through me when he slowly started to pump into me again, teasing me, trying to get me to give in. 

And it fucking worked.

“Please Crosshair, Please~ let me cum on your fingers~”

He sins seem to need much more convincing, that rock hard budge in his skin tight blacks making it clear that he wanted this as much as I did. 

I thought he would just speed up his thrusting, making even start to fuck me for real but I wasn't expecting his next move.

before I could even let out a breath he moved down faster then I could blink and stacked his thin lips to my clit, sucking and licking it mercilessly. 

I gasp as my body starts to shake like I was in and earthquake. That tightness in my tummy coming back as if on a mission. 

Crosshair knew exactly how to make me weak. As I back my hips up to his mouth, desperately chasing my orgasm, only to be stops when his free hand that was doing who knows what, at this point I could barely register anything that wasn't his two fingers and his lips and tongue, comes up and holds me down by pressing on my stomach.

Just as I was about to protest the knot in my tummy snaps with a vengeance, I gasp and shake violently when I finally get my precious orgasm. My body becoming racked with pure ecstasy that only Crosshair could give me. 

Crosshair helps me ride out my hight then pulls away coming back up to my face, a shit eating grin on his face as he licks away my arousal seductively, almost making me cum again. 

He kisses my lips, lingering longer than normal, when he finally pulls away leaving me breathless once again his lips still lithe brush on my lips as he whispers to me.

“I’m not done yet, ik’aad girl~”

“Huh?”

Before I could think Crosshair had flipped me over onto my hands and knees exposing my bead ass to him. I yelped in pain for a second, the fast moment irritating my poor right leg again. 

With all this rough handling I was kind of worried about it so I reach down my hand to feel if I tore any stitches. Just as I was about to find the start of the stitches beneath the white bandage my head was shover down into the sheets by a hand on the bace of my neck followed by both my hands being tied behind  cuffed behind my back.

“Cross, my stitches.” 

I could hear him huff in annoyance but I could hear the sheets ruffling and two fontal fingers tracing the sticked up gash under the bandage. After dragging his fingers up and down the wound about two times he pulled the hand away and placed them on my hands that are pressed close together from the cuffs in guessing he got from his tool belt on the floor. 

“Your fine.”

His voice was sharp but also, dare I say, needed. (eyebrow wiggle) 

before I had a chance to even roll my eyes I feel a sharp stinging on ym ass and yelp.

“Di...did you just... spank me?”

I could head a coiled chuckle from behind me, right in my ear. It made me jump a little, too distracted by the stinking on my poor unsuspecting ass cheek. 

“Yup”

Was all the response I got before he wiped at my ear and thrusted into me with one hard push of his hips.

I cry out again, it didn't hurt, seeing as I had taken him before and I had already cum so I was plenty wet now. It was shaking, everything moving so fast with barely a moment to think. I was still pretty overstimulated from my previous orgasm, my body fast electric as his hands my arms down to my back with the help of cuffs not allowing me to move them at all. 

Crosshair was mostly noiseless when we had had sex before an Deven know he wasn't overly loud, mostly just soft grunts but it was enough to let me know he seemed to miss this as much as I did. 

 He was pounding relentlessly, the position he had me in letting his long thigh dick to kiss my cervix with each thrust, making me tremble with pleasure. If the bad wasn't built into the wall I think we would have broken already.

This wasn't the first time I had been handcuffed during sex before. Tech liked to experiment with bondage, but it was the first time in this position, with Crosshair and most notably, without a safe word. 

The intense venerability made me feel like I was on cloud nine, I didn't know If I asked him to stop he would, and it felt good.

I was moaning uncontrollably, wanting to say so much but not being able to. 

Crosshair leans down, using his left hand the was previously on my hip to my side to prop himself upright as he leaned over me to my ear.

“You like that, Ik’aad? Like being...uuuuhh fuck... held down and fucked like a whore.”

My body was rock forward with every thrust, the only thing keeping me in place being his hand that was still on my two bound hands, and I loved it. The feeling of being at his mercy felt good. It felt good to let go. To not be in charge or responsible. 

“YES~”

I didn't even hesitate, the words coming out so easily.

I could hear him chuckle behind me, the coiled sound making a knot come back.

“Good girl~”

My eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him above me, taking me as hard as he wanted to. 

After a mother minute I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to cum.

“Cr-cross, I I-i’m.... CLOSE.... ahhhhhh~.”

He growled and kissed my shoulder.

“Cum~”

It was on order, a command from a superior officer that had years of experience putting bad recruits in their place, one I would happily give in to.

With his words my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My body shakes uncontrollably, I couldn't think, racked with so much bliss I couldn't even move.

My mind was in a fog, I could tell Crosshair hadn't stoped thrusting into me, helping me to ride out my high as he chased his own.  

After a few more hard thrust and my whining, feeling so overstimulated after two mind bending orgasms being him to stop thrusting but not being able to make any congruent sentences, he finally came.

“UHHHHHH!”

He pressed into me completely, melding my body with his. I felt so safe, like I wasn't with the empire, like I was back on the Marauder. I finally felt safe and secure when he was close. His body pressed to mine. I could feel his breath and his heard beating violently agent his build chest. 

Once he relaxed I was ready to pass out. I didn't realize he had un-cuffed me till he turned me around to face him, my sweaty back against the sheets. He hovered over me again, his face sweaty and a little red. 

He looked blurry, and the room was spinning. 

I was exhausted. 

Between the bloodless, the fear and stress, and the two hardest orgasms I think I have ever had, I was ready to sleep for the next week. 

“What? Too much for my baby girl~?’

I could hear the smugness in his tone. I would roll my eyes at him If I wasn't starting to lose consciousness, so I just nod.

He chuckled again but I could hear the difference in this one. It wasn't smug or cock not even mocking, It was loving. Like he used to laugh at me when I tried to distract wrecker from a needle or when I would tell him a horrible joke. 

He laid down beside me moving me to face the wall. He was on his back, I figured he would just leave me alone after that. But to my surprise he moved me to lay on my side facing him.

He moved my head to rest on his chest and moved my leg to drape over his with his left arm underneath my head with his hand on my shoulder with his right hand resting on my side moving up and down to softly lulling me to sleep. 

“Goodnight ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

And with that I knew, this was still the man I loved. 

Translation: 

Cyare: Beloved

Ner kar'taylir darasuum: My love

Kar'taylir darasuum: love

Ik'aad girl: Baby girl

Ad’ika: little one

Mesh’la: beautiful

#the bad batch #bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #echo tbb #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #tech tbb #star wars fanfiction #star wars tbb #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #tbb x you #poly relationship #hunter x reader #tech x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #hunter x y/n #tech x y/n #wrecker x y/n #echo x y/n #crosshair x y/n #imperial crosshair

[cuddles-with-dragons]

where the fuck is my impulse control

Yeah, Avengers AU.

Don't care what you say, I tried to make it work.

Including edited quotes from Avengers and Age of Ultron

I replaced Hulk with the Zillo Beast.

---

Dave Filoni: Superheroes in New York? Give me a break.

Echo: We won.

Hunter: All right, yay! Hurray. Good job, guys. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I want to try it.

Wrecker: We're not finished yet.

Hunter: And then shawarma after.

Echo: Is he breathing?

Tech, in lizard form: *roars in his face*

Hunter: What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me.

Hunter: Tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you. *a giant Chitauri is following him*

Omega: I don't see how that's a party.

Echo: Tech. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.

Tech: That's my secret, Echo. I'm always angry.

Omega: Just like Budapest all over again.

Crosshair: You and I remember Budapest very differently.

Hunter, to Scorch: Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it.

Crosshair: Why am I back? How did you get him out?

Omega: Cognitive recalibration. I hit you really hard on the head.

Crosshair: Thanks.

Crosshair: Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?

Omega: You know that I do.

Mace Windu: There was an idea, Hunter knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Cody died still believing in that idea. In heroes.

Echo: Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?

Hunter: Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

Mace Windu: I don't know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I would like to know how Scorch used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.

Wrecker: Monkeys? I don't get it.

Echo: I do! I understood that reference!

Hunter: It’s good to meet you, Tech. Your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous Godzilla lizard.

Tech: Thanks.

Hunter: The only major component he still needs is a power source of high-energy density. Something to kick-start the Cube.

Ahsoka: When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?

Hunter: Last night.

Hunter: Raise the mizzenmast. Jib the topsails. *points to Anakin* That man is playing Galaga. He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did. *covers one of his eyes* How does Windu even see these?

Ahsoka: He turns.

Hunter: Sounds exhausting.

Wrecker: Don't talk like that. Scorch is beyond reason, but he's from Asgard. And he's my brother.

Omega: He killed 80 people in two days.

Wrecker: He’s adopted.

Echo: Is this a submarine?

Tech: Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurised, metal container? *walks to the side of the deck* No, no, this is much worse.

Cody: We need you to come in.

Omega: Are you kidding? I'm working.

Cody: This takes precedence.

Omega: I'm in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything.

Bad guy: I don't... give everything.

Omega: Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.

Cody: Omega... Crosshair's been compromised.

Omega: Let me put you on hold.

Hunter: Shit!

Echo: Language!

*Some chatter and fighting later…*

Hunter: Wait a second. No one else is gonna deal with the fact that Echo just said “Language”?

Echo: I know. Just slipped out.

*Some more chatter and fighting later…*

Wrecker: Find the spear-thingy.

Hunter: And for gosh sake, watch your language!

Echo: That’s not going away any time soon.

Omega: Wrecker, report on the Zillo.

Wrecker: The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims.*Omega gives him a look* But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and gout.

Echo: The two Enhanced?

Ahsoka: Leia and Luke Skywalker. Twins. Orphaned at 10 when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special, but it's on the way to everywhere special.

Echo: Their abilities?

Ahsoka: He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation.

Echo: *confused*

Ahsoka: He's fast and she's weird.

Ahsoka: Lab's all set up, boss.

Hunter: *points to Echo* Actually, he's the boss. I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler.

Tech: How's he doing?

Hunter: Unfortunately, he's still Crosshair.

Tech: That's terrible.

Hunter: Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?

Wrecker: Yes, of course.

Hunter: I will be reinstituting prima nocta. *tries to lift the hammer* I'll be right back.

Hunter: *Tries again with the Iron Man glove, nothing. Makes Rex take his glove too and they both try to lift it.*

Rex: Are you even pulling?

Hunter: Are you on my team?

Rex: Just represent. Pull.

Hunter: All right, let’s go.

*Echo tries next*

Hunter: Come on, Echo.

Echo: *makes it move a tiny bit*

Wrecker, nervously laughing: Nothing.

Echo: Sorry for barging in on you.

Hunter: Yeah, we would've called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.

Luke, in a police station: We’re under attack! Clear the city! Now! *No one’s doing anything, comes back with a gun and fires in the air* Get off your asses.

Crosshair, to Leia: Hey, look at me. It’s your fault, it’s everyone’s fault. Who cares? Are you up for this? Are you? Look, I just need to know. Because the city is flying. Okay. Look, the city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense.

Luke: Keep up, old man! *takes Leia and runs off*

Crosshair: Nobody would know. Nobody. “The last I saw him, an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already.”

Crosshair: All right, we're all clear here.

Echo: We are not clear! We are very not clear!

Luke: This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Echo: This is what S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposed to be.

Luke: This isn't so bad.

Luke: *Shoves Crosshair and a kid behind cover and gets shot multiple times in the leg* You didn't see that coming?

#the avengers #marvel cinematic universe #age of ultron #star wars au #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #captain rex #commander cody #luke skywalker #leia skywalker #ahsoka tano #clone commando scorch #mace windu #dave filoni #thank you stan lee #rip stan lee #cross and omega are besties and they're awesome #yes I am implying that crosshair has a family #hunter is... just the absolute worst for echo's stress