#crosshair: oh well i guess i don’t really need it since it’s only really for emergencies

[cabdane]

i’m rewatching decommissioned and i forgot they said that the comm they gave omega used to be crosshair’s so now when they get back to the marauder he’s gonna be going through all of his old things and i just imagine every single one of the rest of them looking at each other like this when they remember:

#THEY’LL BUY HIM A NEW ONE 😭😭😭 #crosshair: oh well i guess i don’t really need it since it’s only really for emergencies #crosshair: like getting separated from the group (does the daenerys face) #he would be so (rightfully) salty 😭 #he’s like ‘i can tolerate you leaving me behind - but going through my stuff???!’ #not just that but giving it away 😭😭 #the bad batch #crosshair

[kaminocasey]

Come Back to Me Part 5

Summary: Finally, you get a moment alone with Crosshair.

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Jedi Reader

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral sex (male receiving), angst

A/N: Just wanted to say, thank you if you've read it this far. I never thought my work would ever be enjoyed by actual people haha. This has been a real confidence boost. Even if it's not read by a lot of people, the few people reading it mean more than you know.

Gif by: @waiting-for-motivation

You can find it on AO3 Here!

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“What did I say about strays?” The Trandoshan woman named Cid asks the Bad Batch.

“She’s Crosshair’s riduur.” Wrecker laughs in a teasing manner.

“Riduur?” You ask Tech, softly.

“It means partner or spouse.” He tells you, pushing up his goggles. “It’s Mando’a.”

“Oh.” You feel yourself go warm in the face.

Was that how the Batch viewed you, besides as their general? As Crosshair’s partner? The thought warmed your insides. You look up at Crosshair who is back in binders. He smiles ever so slightly at you, possibly thinking the same thing. You lean into him and he surprisingly leans right back into you. It was a small intimate gesture, but reassuring.

“So, what do you want?” Cid asks you, putting away a case of credits in her desk drawer.

“I’m looking for a Jedi…” You tell her.

“Yeah well, good luck. Ain’t they all dead?” She asks, crassly.

You look away, trying not to cry. The woman was definitely a little rough around the edges. You can’t help but wonder how she was a friend to the Jedi.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” You swallow the lump in your throat and tell her firmly.

She looks at you, sizing you up. You keep a straight poker face, not letting her intimidate you.

“Yeah well, she’s-” Omega starts to tell Cid something about you but thankfully, Hunter gently pulls her back and has Wrecker take her out of the room.

You didn’t want people to know you were… or at least, used to be, a Jedi since they’re still being hunted down.

“What about your clone friend? Starts with an R, right?” Cid looks at Hunter.

“Rex.” Echo speaks up. “Rex might know…”

“Well, let’s get in touch with him.” Hunter nods.

Later, when you’re up above Cid’s bar in her hostel style type of rooms, you stop Hunter in the hallway.

“Thanks for stopping Omega from telling Cid about me.” You tell him.

“I was more worried about her telling Cid about herself, honestly.” He chuckles. “I know you can handle yourself.���

“She seems close to being able to look out for herself. But, look at you all protective. You really are a dad now, aren’t you?” You tease him.

“I guess I am.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

You start to walk to your room.

“Hey, there’s a surprise in your room for you. Don’t make me regret it.” Hunter winks and walks into his shared room with Wrecker and Omega.

Confused, you walk into your room and see Crosshair sitting on your bed, free of his binders, looking at the floor in thought. When he hears you come in, he looks up at you and stands up. You immediately rush into his arms and he wraps you tightly in them. You don’t let go as he kisses the top of your head.

You make a mental note to thank Hunter in the morning.

“I’m sorry.” Crosshair sighs.

You nod against his chest. “I forgive you.”

You pull away only slightly to look up at him.

“Can I-” He starts but you know what he’s going to ask.

“Please.” You beg.

He crushes his lips to yours once again and it feels exactly like it used to. Like no time has passed. Like you’re still on the Marauder in the bathroom confessing your love to each other for the first time. Before Order 66.

You whimper against his lips, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. He kisses away each tear and brings his lips back to yours that now taste a little salty. It was good to know he could still be soft and gentle with you after all that he’d gone through. But you needed more. You needed firm and rough. Reassurance.

“Crosshair.” You pant against his lips.

He understands you and your urgent need for him. He picks you up immediately and you wrap your legs around his waist as he turns you around and not-so-gently throws the two of you to the bed.

You had been waiting for this moment since you heard him behind you in your bedroom back in your house. He moves from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking a mark to remind you that you’re his. You always would be. You knew there couldn’t possibly ever be anyone else that you’d want this way. You peel his long sleeve shirt off, desperately clawing at it and he chuckles just like he used to when you were beyond desperate for him after being apart for a while, bringing his lips back to yours.

He stands up for a moment to take off his pants so you waste no time in taking your clothes off. He rushes back to you, molding his slender but toned body against yours. Something more than desperation starts making its way to the surface. What’s worse than desperation? Fear.

“Crosshair.” You whimper.

“Yes, cyare?” He kisses down your body.

“This isn’t the last time, right?” You ask him.

He looks up at you. “You think I could ever leave you again?”

Before you can say anything, he brushes your lips with his again, pulling your body as close to him as possible like he’s trying to melt his skin into yours. It’s honestly how it felt. Your skin was on fire from being underneath him again.

“Need you right now.” You beg him, not meaning to come off as whiny but it was too long.

“I thought Jedi were supposed to be patient?” He teases you, nipping your skin where your heartbeat is beating completely out of your chest.

“Not a Jedi anymore.” You wiggle underneath his lips.

“In that case…” He pulls up away from you, flipping you over on your stomach, raking his fingers down your back, making you arch your back so that your ass was up for him.

He always did know how to get you in the position he wanted you in without even uttering a word. You ready yourself for him and you hear him spit into his hand.

You could tell how desperate he was for you, needing to feel you underneath him.

You feel him tease your folds with his tip before pushing himself inside of you completely. Both of you let out groans that were the sound of pure desperation.

“Going to fill you up so full and then we’re going to do this properly later.” He promises you. “Still so perfect, cyare. Maker, I could never forget what you feel like.”

He starts thrusting gently a few times at first before the need takes over, making him grip your ass so hard you were sure you’d be bruised for a week minimum. You try to keep the moaning down, burying your face into the pillow, so that Hunter can at least get some sleep. “Can’t wait to take you someplace so that I can hear that pretty voice scream my name properly.” He murmurs, smacking your ass, making you emit a whine.

He grips your hips, slamming into your core so hard you were almost excited that you might not be able to walk in the morning. You could tell he needed this. You needed this, too. You needed him.

You always loved the sound of his skin slapping against yours when he would fuck you from behind. It was enough to get you beyond wet and he knew it.

He snakes an arm around you and teases your clit quickly. You bite the pillow, trying to keep the crying sounds in, knowing you’re close to the edge.

“Can’t wait to sink to my knees for you.” You somehow find it in you to promise him.

“Oh, Cyare… I always have time for that.” He chuckles, darkly, pulling out of you.

You turn over immediately and he helps you to the floor. You sink down just as you promised him you would, looking up at him, knowing your pupils must be completely blown with lust.

He traces your jawline before tapping your lips like he used to do before. You open for him after enthusiastically licking your lips.

“Missed those lips.” He sighs as he eases his cock into your eager mouth.

You moan at the taste of him, immediately.

“I know, mesh’la. I missed it, too.” He tells you as if he could read your mind.

You lick the underside of his length with another moan, bringing your tongue back to his tip to swirl around it before teasing and playing with his balls. You hollow out your cheeks as you decide to take more of him.

He strokes your hair encouragingly. “Fuck… That’s it. Just a little more.”

You take the rest of his length until your nose is hitting his pelvis. You gag slightly and he pulls back before thrusting in again, hitting the back of your throat. You feel a tear slip down the side of your face and he wipes it away, looking down into your eyes in the most intimate way.

“I love you.” He murmurs, softly.

You bob on his length to show him how much you loved him, knowing that he’d understand. He squeezes his eyes closed, biting his free fist and moaning. You hum in delight that you still can get such a reaction from him, fisting his length with one hand, moving your mouth in perfect sync with it.

“Touch yourself.” He demands. “Get yourself wet for me, because I’m going to fuck you again so that I can come inside of you. Been waiting way too long not to.”

You do as he says and tease your own clit, imagining that it's his fingers doing it. You moan around his cock and he loosens his grip on your hair.

“Still such a good girl, aren’t you?” He looks down at you and the mess he’s making of you.

You swallow around him as you hit the base of his length again and he quickly pulls out, indicating that he’s close. Wordlessly, he pulls you up and pushes you back down on the bed so that you’re lying on your back.

He pushes your legs open, holding them down as he eases himself inside of you again, thrusting slowly to draw it out. He rests his forehead against yours, his warm breath comforting to you against your lips.

“Never letting you out of my sight again.” He swears to you, repeatedly sinking into you.

You clench around him, moaning his name, and he lets out a strangled noise, immediately filling you up without a warning.

He pulls away to rub circles over your clit, still thrusting slightly, encouraging your orgasm. It doesn’t take long before your vision is darkening and you’re crying out his name, gripping one of his lean arms, shaking around him.

He collapses next to you, pulling you into his arms. It was still your favorite place after all this time.

“You know, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from a dream…” You whisper into the darkness after a few moments. “We were apart for so long.”

“And yet, it feels like no time has passed, right?” He reads your mind, tracing lazy circles on your skin.

You nod, turning over to face him, keeping your forehead pressed to his. “I don’t think I can survive you leaving again, Crosshair.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He murmurs before you slip away into sleep.

Finally… for the first time in a year, you sleep peacefully. But, when you wake up, he’s gone.

TAGS: @espuma-y-arrecife @ilikemymendarkandfictional @livi-s @ben-is-a-hoe @photowizard17 @fandumbug @rexandechosandwich @studioramekin

#Tbb Crosshair #TBB #The Bad Batch #Crosshair x You #Crosshair/You #Crosshair x Reader #Crosshair/Reader

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Crosshair x Reader: Absence

(Author’s Note:  I usually steer clear of angst, but this sort of just happened.  Y’all are going to hate me after this.  Oh whaaale)

warnings: some angst, Bad Batch episode 1 spoilers.

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   You released a sigh into the air, the sound breaking the lonely silence that had settled since you decided to lay down for a while.  You half-expected to hear some sort of response- a mumble from Tech, a laugh from Wrecker, chatter from Omega, or a sigh from Hunter- but the room fell into stillness once more.

   As you lay on your side, arms encircling a familiar pillow, you gazed at the opposing wall.  This was the first moment you had to yourself since the events that transpired on Kamino.  You’d been busy at the front of the ship assisting the others or simply surrounding yourself with them to keep certain feelings at bay.

   But just for a little while, you finally decided to let yourself have the time to process and to just feel.  Without the company of the others to keep you occupied, Crosshair’s absence was more jarring.  It wasn’t something you’d been able to ignore in the first place, of course.  Even in a room full of your squad, you found yourself searching for him or expecting him to be hovering nearby only to remember that wouldn’t be the case.

   Another sigh rose into the air, and you shifted to lay on your other side facing the wall of the bunk.  The pillow still held stale traces of his scent, and you hungrily breathed in what was left and hoped with each inhale that it wouldn’t fade.  You thought back to the last time you were near him before things went from bad to worse.

   Crosshair placed himself on the bench, rubbing his head in frustration.  You watched him with worry.  He hadn’t been himself since this Order 66 was given.  You’d seen him at odds with Hunter and growing increasingly agitated as time went by.

   Omega slid onto the bench beside him, her eyes mirroring your concern.  Although somehow, her look was more sympathetic, as if she knew what was happening to him.  She rested a hand on his shoulder and spoke quietly.  You decided to remain at a small distance for another moment before going over to talk to him.

   Moments later, a shock trooper approached the cell.  “CT-9904, you’re coming with us.”

   Your eyes widened as the cell shield went down.  Hunter quickly placed himself in front of the sharpshooter in protest.  “Oh, no, no, no,” he said, holding his hands up.  “We stay together.”

   The trooper wasted no time in hitting Hunter in the stomach with the butt of his blaster, evoking a grunt as the sergeant crumbled to his knees.

   “Hey!” you shouted, darting forward.  “Cut it out!  No one is leaving this cell alone.  If he goes,” you gestured to Crosshair.  “I go.”

   “CT-9904 was summoned, not you.  Now stand down!”  The trooper raised his blaster to strike you this time, and you readied yourself to fight back when you felt a firm hand grasp your wrist.

   You looked to see Hunter standing to his feet, giving you a warning look.  For a moment, you thought that maybe it would be better to stand down and not cause more trouble, so you relaxed your shoulders.  However, that changed the second Crosshair stood from the bench and started walking toward the troopers without so much of a glance or word to any of his comrades.

   “Wait!  No, I can’t just stand here and-” you caught Hunter off-guard and tore your arm free to hurry after Crosshair.  “What are you doing?”

   “I’ve been summoned, _________.  Good soldiers follow orders.”

   “But Cross,” you murmured, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you reached for his gloved hand.  “I’m scared.  Don’t leave.”

   At the use of his nickname, his face changed.  The bridge of his nose scrunched slightly in confusion before his eyes softened and replaced the challenging gaze with a tender regard that he usually saved for you.  It was like whatever was clouding his mind was shaken away for a moment.

   “I don’t have much of a choice,” he told you, shooting a wary glance at the troopers that surprisingly were paused at the entrance to the cell.  Then, his expression hardened once more as he released your hand and walked into their custody.

   “No!  Crosshair, wait!  You lunged forward, but a large hand grabbed your shoulder.  “Wrecker, let me go!”

   “__________,” he said, his voice low and broken at your distress.  “It’s not gonna’ change anything.”  As Crosshair was led away, you jabbed a finger at the guards.  

   “He’s not their guinea pig!  You hear me?”

   They were out of sight, door sliding shut behind them, and you were left standing there breathing heavily.  You slammed a fist against the wall and turned to see the others watching with pained expressions.  Omega still covered her mouth with her hands in shock.

   “I’m sorry,” you told them, ducking your head.  “Sorry to make a scene.  I didn’t mean to make things worse, but...”

   “No,” Hunter said.  “I understand.  We…” he gestured to the rest of the group.  “ we understand.  We just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

   Things quieted down after that.  You placed yourself on the bench where Crosshair had previously been seated and waited.

   You rolled onto your back, staring at the top of the bunk as the memory came to a conclusion in your mind.  That was the last time you’d seen the real Crosshair.  The one that you’d seen in the hangar on Kamino was not your love.  Your teary eyes met his cold ones, and though he didn’t fire at you, you didn’t see much of a reaction in his expression.

   A knock on the door caused you to stir again.  You turned your head to call whoever was at the door inside the quarters.  The door slid open to reveal a form much shorter than you expected.  

    “_________?”

   “Omega,” you said, putting on a soft smile to let her know she was welcome.  “Do you need something?”

   She gazed at you sympathetically, returning your smile kindly.  “I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

    “I’m alright,” you replied.  “I just…”

   She approached the bunk, eyeing the small signs of Crosshair all around including the pillow in your arms.  “You miss him.”

   You tucked your nose back into the pillow to breathe in his scent once more.  It was nearly gone.  Your eyes watered a little at the realization.  “Yeah, I guess I do.”

   She rested a hand on your shoulder, much like she’d done to him in the prison cell at Kamino.  “The Crosshair you know is in there somewhere.  It’s that chip.  We’re going to get him back.”

   You looked to her as her smile grew, looking less concerned and more hopeful.  It was contagious because you were starting to feel that glimmer of hope in your chest and smile in return.  “I’m sure you’re right.”

   “In the meantime, I know it’s hard.”

   You hummed in agreement, a new memory coming to mind.  Your smile turned into a chuckle, earning an intrigued look from Omega.  “I was just thinking about this one time.  Before we got together, Crosshair and I went to a market for a supply run…”

   “Oh hey, that place looks like it’s got some decent stuff,” you said.  Crosshair’s eyes followed your gesturing hand to a fruit stand, the toothpick between his lips twirling idly.  He didn’t give a verbal response, only following you as you veered off the main path to approach.  An elderly woman with a large sun hat smiled as you paused to get a good look at everything.

    “Well hello there,” she greeted you.  “Can I help you with anything?”

   “Hello!  And yes, could I get a dozen of these?”  you gestured to the baskets of fruit.  “And a dozen of those?”

   “Most certainly, dear,” she nodded.  As she bagged up the product, you turned to see Crosshair hovering less than a foot behind you.  He surveyed your surroundings with those keen eyes of his before he noticed you looking at him.

   “What?”

   “Nothing.”  You grinned.  “See anything?  Any separatist droids perhaps?”

   He plucked the toothpick from his mouth to reply.  “Very amusing, ________.  I haven’t seen anything except for some shady pirate staring at you.”

   “Really?”  your grin quickly faded into a grimace as your eyes flickered to the side.  “Where?”

   “Behind me.”  Crosshair returned the toothpick to the spot between his teeth.  “I’m blocking you from his view.”

   “Oh.”  You straightened up.  “Thanks.”

   “Here you are,” the elderly woman stated, handing you one bag of fruit and Crosshair the other. You handed her the credits. “I also just wanted to say what an adorable couple you two make!”  She plucked a single flower from a nearby bouquet and handed it to Crosshair.  “For the young lady!”

   You wanted to duck your head in embarrassment while Crosshair rolled his eyes. Still, to your surprise he didn’t even bother to correct her.  He merely accepted the flower in silence and turned to you, his hand hovering for a moment before he settled on tucking the flower behind your ear. 

   “Bye!” You waved at the lady as the two of you walked away.

    “...Later on, I caught him looking at me when I had the flower tucked behind my ear.  I knew then that he had feelings for me, just like I did for him.”

   “So he’s always been a little...difficult?” Omega ventured.

   You laughed.  “Oh yes, but it was always an act.  Sometimes, he made it easy to see past that to the big heart underneath.”  You scooted off the bunk, releasing your hold on the pillow so it fell back in its spot, and proceeded to smooth out the blanket.  “Thank you, Omega.”

   She looked confused.  “  For what?”

   “The talk.  It really helped.”

   “Oh, yeah, no problem.”  She smiled.  “I’ve come to think of the squad as family, and...I don’t like to see my family hurting.”

   “I think of this squad as family too,” you agreed.  “ And I’m glad you’re a part of it, kid.  Let’s see if Tech needs anything up front.”

   The two of you became lost in chatter as you headed for the doorway.  You paused to take one final look at the empty quarters and at Crosshair’s bunk that you’d left as neat as he had.  A genuine smile spread across your face as you turned off the light and let the door close behind you.

#crosshair x reader #crosshair imagine #bad batch crosshair x reader #the bad batch crosshair #bad batch x reader #star wars the bad batch x reader #crosshair reader insert #bad batch reader insert #bad batch crosshair reader insert #crosshair x you #bad batch x you #bad batch crosshair #bad batch crosshair imagine

[neon-junkie]

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, and Serotonin - Chpt. 4&5

Summary: Throughout the thick and never-ending darkness that war brings, you find a small light in the form of a mutated clone, who seems to lose his confidence when a mission leads him and his brothers to you.

Pairing: Tech x Jedi Reader Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance, minus stating that she is a Jedi with a few attachment issues. Tags: Multi-chapter, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Idiots in love, Strangers to lovers, Nervousness, Flirting, Brotherly banter, Pre Order-66. Word count: 3k

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 6 not posted yet]

Tech hasn't even made it back onto the Marauder, and his brothers are already hollering at him. Thankfully, you're out of earshot, and Tech silently praises the Maker for it. In the few steps that it takes for Tech to approach the ship, he debates running away. He questions what repercussions he would face if he floors it, and escapes before his brother's torment can worsen. Sadly, he has a ship to fly, and missions to attend, so Tech chews on his bottom lip as the berating begins.

"Did you get her number?!" Wrecker screams as Tech begins boarding the ship. Tech, with his head down, ignores him, but it's too late. "You did, didn't you? Vod, I can see you blushing!"

"Wrecker, knock it off!" Echo butts in with a playful slap to Wrecker's arm. His glare softens out as he looks at Tech, who is shuffling away, sitting in his only safe space on this ship - the pilot's seat. "You did get her number, though, right?" Echo questions.

Tech lets out a deep sigh, and forces himself to look up at his band of misfits. Wrecker is grinning from ear to ear, Echo looks concerned, Hunter is posing with his hands on his hips, and Crosshair is smugly grinning, leaning against the door frame.

"If I answer your question, will you promise to stop your teasing?" Tech questions, directing most of his words to Wrecker.

"Yeah, sure," Wrecker sputters, eager to hear the news. Oh, what a lie that is.

"Wrecker," Hunter warns with a stern tone, to which Wrecker brushes him off.

"Fine," Tech sighs again. "I have, indeed, acquired her private comlink channel-"

Tech's sentence is cut short as Wrecker lets out a cheer. Somehow, the Marauder's window's don't smash from his intense pitch. All the boys instantly plug their hands over their ears, whilst Echo reaches his hand up to switch his headset off, blocking the sounds of Wrecker's hollering out of his poor brain.

"Are you quite done?" Tech eventually snaps after Wrecker has got most of his excitement out.

"Heh, yeah. I guess so. I'm just happy for you, Tech," Wrecker says with a chuckle, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I can see," Tech grumbles. His flustered expression has long since passed, wiped away by Wrecker's entire existence.

"Now we've got all of that out of our system," Hunter casts Wrecker a sarcastic eye roll. "Tech, we're happy for you," Hunter smiles.

Tech lets out another grumble, swirling his chair away to face the steering wheel. "Thank you," he bluntly replies. "Anyway, buckle up. We need to be at Tatooine within the next rotation," he explains, swiftly moving the conversation along.

Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker share a look, shrugging between them at Tech's bluntness. He's never been one to talk about... well, anything, really. Tech isn't the type to talk about his feelings; the only thing he'll tell you about is facts and figures. Not wanting to press on the matter, Hunter decides that it's time to get a move on, and shuts the cockpit door, whilst everyone else finds their seats.

Crosshair makes his way to the back of the Marauder, a soft smile on his lips. He is, of course, happy for his brother, but Crosshair would also react the same way if he was approached like this. People can be so over-baring, and as much as the others mean well, things can swiftly become too much.

With that, the Marauder finally gets a move on, and before they know it, the Batch are in hyperspace.

As always, the Batch automatically shift into relaxation mode, and those who can, get some rest. Hunter is up first for the night watch shift, and scoots Tech out of the pilot's seat, urging him to claim one of the bunks before they're all gone.

Tech was going to stay up for a while to work on one of his many projects, but decides against it. It's best to keep his Sergeant happy, so he begrudgingly begins heading down the ship. To Tech's surprise, Echo is sitting at one of the control panels, scrolling through what looks like some kind of article. "Are you not turning in for the night?" Tech questions as he passes by.

"Hm?" Echo hums as he zones back into reality, turning to face Tech. "Oh, later, yeah. I wanna catch up on some reports first," Echo explains, gesturing to the screen.

With a raised brow, Tech scans through the article, coming to realise what Echo is reading. "Ah, you're catching up on General Skywalker's reports," Tech states.

"Yeah," Echo says with a soft laugh. It's no secret that he misses the 501st, and will jump at any and every opportunity to stay close to them. It's healthy to stay in contact with those you love, and the Batch encourage it!

"Well, I'll take the spare bunk," Tech replies. "Wake me when you'd like to rotate."

"Sure," Echo agrees with a nod.

Tech makes his way over to the set of bunks, two of which are already occupied with a snoring Wrecker, and Crosshair, who's on the very top bunk, presumably sound asleep. After removing his armour and storing it away, Tech shuffles up onto the middle bunk, his holopad in hand. He turns the device on, and begins checking the usual apps, catching up on reports and whatnot.

It doesn't take long to complete, and Tech finds himself doom scrolling. The recent reports are miserable, as is the news, but Tech can't find it within himself to simply turn his holopad off and go to bed. He's occupying himself, and deep down, he knows he is. What else is Tech meant to do whilst waiting for a certain something to happen?

Tech subconsciously lets out a grumbled sigh as he opens up his messages. No, you still haven't contacted him, but what if you actually had and, somehow, Tech's holopad didn't notify him? It's an absurd theory, especially for someone like Tech, who's holopad would never mess up such a simple task, but Tech convinces himself that that's the case.

The screen finally turns dark as Tech forces himself to turn the device off, setting it down beside him. His hands come to rest on his chest after he removes his goggles, placing them on top of his holopad, and for the first time in cycles, Tech shuts his eyes and attempts to sleep.

The second his eyes shut, Tech questions if he turned his holopad on loud. He did, didn't he? Damn it, now he has to check! Yep, it's on loud, meaning if someone contacts him, then he'll hear the usual notification sound.

Again, his holopad is placed down by his side, and Tech's eyes fall shut once more. This time, a few seconds pass before Tech picks up his holopad again, convincing himself once more that his volume isn't adequately turned up. It's on the level that it's always at - not too loud, but loud enough to be heard. Yep, everything seems to be in order, and Tech pouts as he places his holopad down for the third time.

Knowing that he's only going to keep checking it, Tech turns on his side, facing away from the cursed device. You'll contact him when you're ready - Tech continues reminding himself that as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking rather angry for a man who's attempting to sleep.

Tech's eyes close for, yet again, only a few seconds before he decides to roll onto his other side, wanting to face his holopad, just in case, you know?

Karking hell, this is becoming pathetic. You'll definitely contact him, right? Surely, you will. If you weren't interested, then you would have rejected his proposal, and you displayed no physical signs of discomfort or disinterest. If anything, you seemed eager and excited to be taking a step forward with Tech; your body language displayed obvious signs of nervousness, a common trait for when someone is interested, but shy. There was also a rosy tint to your cheeks, and nothing but kindness flowing from your lips.

Yeah, Tech has nothing to worry about. You'll contact him when you're ready, just like you said you would!

Finally, after minutes of a mental self-battle, Tech manages to actually sleep. His mind is as clear as it can be, and he conks out within minutes as his exhaustion finally gets a moment to relax.

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Ding!

Tech groans as the sudden sound stirs him awake. Ugh, there's sleep in his eyes, and he's dribbled all over his pillow again. His joints click as he stretches, attempting to wake his body up. Kriff, how many hours did he manage to get? It couldn't have been many, since he feels like Bantha poodoo.

Ding!

Tech's holopad calls out for him again, and suddenly, Tech realises what's going on. He scrambles awake, roughly rubbing his eyes before grabbing his holopad, eager to see if that notification is the one that he's hoping for.

Ah, it is! Tech's received a message from an unknown commlink channel, which must be you! After a heavy yawn to help wake him up, Tech opens your message to read it properly.

'Hey, Tech! I would have contacted you earlier, but I got caught up in my reports. How are you? I hope your vode didn't tease you too bad about getting my private commlink channel.'

Kriff! Oh, this is really happening! Tech lets out a tired and painful groan as he sits upright, resting his back against the ship's wall. He props his holopad up against his knees as he decides on his next set of words. Should he act casual? Be formal? Maybe crack a joke or a cheesy pun? Ah, no! Everybody knows you should be yourself when speaking to a romantic interest, but that's the issue - who even is Tech?

Tech knows who he is in terms of being a soldier, and being an almost never-ending source of knowledge, but this is extremely casual for him. Socialisation is something he does with his brothers, and his brothers alone. Should he speak to you the same way he speaks to his brothers? Or invent a new side for you, and you only?

The nerves in Tech's stomach tighten as he begins typing out his reply, changing almost every other word as he curses himself for anything and everything. It takes him a few, long, solid minutes before he's somewhat happy with his reply, and he decides to hit send then and there. The longer it sits, the more he'll think about it.

'I'm alright, how are you? And, well, they reacted the way you'd expect - excited and overbearing, though I know they mean no harm.'

Ah, there! The first of many messages that he'll share with you. Tech lets out a heavy sigh as he relaxes back against the wall, his holopad falling limp on his lap. Is speaking to someone meant to be this nerve wrecking? Tech knows he's not used to it, but come on, this is ridiculous! He hasn't felt this sick since... well, forever!

Ding! A reply, already? You must have your holopad on hand, or you're eager to talk to him... Tech assumes the first, rather than the second.

'Awh, I'm sorry to hear about the teasing! And I'm good, even better now I've got these reports out of the way. Do you know when you'll next be on Coruscant?'

Tech pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he pulls up the Batch's schedule for the next few weeks. They are to report to Coruscant in exactly a week's time, which is both odd and surprising. They're never stationed on Coruscant, and there is no note attached, meaning Tech doesn't know why they'll be there. A vacation, maybe? Doubtful, but the idea is nice.

'Precisely a week today. Would you like to...'

Tech pauses his typing as he questions how he should word things. Are you two going on a date? Meeting up as friends? How the kriff is he meant to word this?! Maker, he's only had a romantic interest for just over a day, and it's already exhausting!

'...would you like to meet up then?'

Yeah, that sounds decent. Tech shrugs as he hits send, and reminds himself to not over-think things. Surely you're just as flustered as he is, right? Such emotions are completely natural; plus, Tech should have seen this coming!

Ding!

Oh, another fast reply. Tech catches himself smiling as he opens your message.

‘Yeah! What would you like to do?'

Ah, this is the tricky part. Tech knows that the most popular and common date idea is going for dinner, but that isn't really his thing. Plus, he only has so many credits, and although he knows you don't expect him to pay, he still wants to. You two could go out for drinks, but again, that can be costly, and Tech definitely doesn't want to embarrass himself through alcohol. No, he can do that at a later date.

Should he be honest with you? Maybe ask what you'd prefer? Again, Tech still isn't certain that this is a date! Maker, this is so hard...

'If I'm being completely honest, I've never done this before. People don't tend to want to 'hang out' with myself, nor my vode. May I ask what you enjoy doing? Your interests are of interest to me.'

Yeah, being honest is always the best route! Tech puts his holopad down so he can shuffle off his bunk, making his way through the Marauder to get a drink. On the way, he passes Echo, who is snoozing in one of the chairs. Damn, Echo was meant to wake him up so they can rotate!

After grabbing a drink, Tech gently nudges Echo awake, informing him that the bunk is now free. Echo groggily thanks him, and stumbles over to the bunk, ready to fall back asleep at a moment's notice. Tech sets himself up at one of the control panels, and clicks his holopad on, revealing that you've replied.

'Awh, Tech!! Bless you! Your interests are of interest to me, too. There are some great libraries here on Coruscant, is that something you'd like to do?'

Tech softly smiles as he reads your message. It's clear that you're attempting to appeal to him, but Tech knows that if you took him to a library, he'd talk your ears off, or unintentionally ignore you as he gets caught up in all that knowledge.

No, Tech needs something that you two can enjoy together. He pulls up the holoweb and begins searching for activities to do on Coruscant, then clicks on the first result. Coruscant has just about everything you can imagine, but again, most of the suggestions are costly.

And then, something different catches his eye. An aquarium. Hm, well, it's both fun and educational, although Tech worries he won't be able to hold back on relaying facts to you. Regardless, he decides to suggest that idea.

'As much as I would love to go to a library with you, I know that I would not be able to contain myself around such a vast amount of information. The holoweb shows that there is an aquarium not too far from the Jedi Temple. Would you prefer to go there?'

Tech sips on his drink whilst awaiting your reply, looking further into the aquarium. The tickets aren't too expensive, and even cheaper if you book in advance. Whilst reading, your reply appears at the top of Tech's screen, and he pulls your message up.

'That sounds great! I love aquariums, and I haven't been to the one on Coruscant yet because it's quite new. I hope you have lots of cool facts to tell me whilst we're there!'

Tech's eyes turn wide at your message. Are you asking Tech to info-dump? No, surely you can't be. Tech is used to having people tell him to calm down whenever he begins rambling, unleashing the vast knowledge stored in his exceptional mind. He's never had the opposite happen; he's never had someone request for Tech to educate them.

Wanting to be certain, Tech double-check with you.

'Are you requesting that I relay information to you? I've never had someone ask for it before, always the opposite.'

The nerves in Tech's stomach move up to his chest, warming his thumping heart, and Tech thanks his past self for removing his goggles, because they'd definitely be fogged up right now. He's feeling every emotion under the sun, but the two that stand out the most are lovestruck, and confused. Whilst Tech is busy assessing his emotions, you respond, and Tech jumps to open your message, needing to know the answer.

'That's so sad to hear, Tech! Yes, I want you to info-dump on me! I know that you have so much information stored in that clever mind of yours, and I'd love for you to share it. I encourage your 'rambling.''

Maker, you're a dream come true! Tech's grinning from ear to ear as he re-reads your reply, once, twice, a hundred times over. Finally, someone he can share his knowledge with; you're winning his heart, and you two haven't even gone on a date, yet!

'Well, I will ensure that I am well-prepared for our outing. I am looking forward to our date even more!'

Oops. In the heat of the moment, Tech's slipped up, and he realises his mistake the second he hits send. He called it a date, didn't he? Kriff! With his holopad in one hand, Tech's other hand comes up to hide his face, silently cursing himself for his assumption. When he gave you his private comlink channel, he only suggested that you two meet up again in the future, he never said anything about a date!

Well, what's done is done, and Tech continues mentally beating himself up whilst awaiting your reply. Kriff, what if you don't reply? Tech honestly wouldn't blame you. What if you report him for inappropriate behaviour? He'll be decommissioned in no time, and-

Ding!

Tech can feel his stomach curdling as he sheepishly reads your reply. "Oh..." he mutters.

'I'm looking forward to our date, too! I need to dip off now. Drop me a message when you land on Coruscant, and we'll sort out a time to meet. See you soon, Tech.'

You said it back!! So, it really is a date? Thank the Maker! You two are on the same page, and the sickly feeling in Tech's stomach shifts from regretful, to nervous. Kriff, he's going on a date. Tech, the brains of the Bad Batch, has somehow not only developed a romantic interest in someone, but it's mutual, and now you're going to see if things will work out!

 'I'll message you soon. It was lovely speaking to you, stay safe.'

Tech lets out a sigh of relief as he hits send. He finally feels stable enough to finish his drink, and to relax a little. Whilst Tech's occupied with his thoughts and feeling, he doesn't notice his vode shifting in the background. Tech jumps out of his skin when a certain someone speaks up.

"You're smiling."

Tech spins around in his chair to see Crosshair leaning against the ship's wall, arms crossed over his chest, and a smug grin on his lips. Ah, Crosshair is such an observer, and loves playing into his mysterious trope like the poser that he is.

"You frightened me," Tech states, placing his hand over his chest as he steadies his breathing.

Crosshair chuckles, although he doesn't apologise. Shame on Tech for getting caught up in his holopad, and forgetting about his surroundings.

"Let me guess, she finally messaged you?" Crosshair asks, although it sounds more like a statement.

Tech grumbles and prepares for the worst; Crosshair's teasing should begin at any moment now. "If you must know, yes, she did," Tech replies.

"And?" Crosshair bluntly asks.

"And we have arranged to meet up when we are back on Coruscant next week," Tech adds.

Crosshair chuckles again. He's clearly proud of his brother, and shows it by patting Tech's shoulder. "The top bunk's free, why don't you get some proper rest now that she's spoken to you?"

Wordlessly, Tech rises from his chair and heads for the bunks. Was that it? No teasing? No sarky comments? Just pure acceptance? Tech makes a mental note, stating that Crosshair is safe to talk about his feelings with, if he ever needs to. The last thing Tech wants is torment, and as it seems, Crosshair isn't going to give it.

Finally, with a clear mind, and slowly settling nerves, Tech obtains some proper rest. He has more than enough time to pick out some interesting facts for your date, which is the easy part. The hard part is finding civilian clothing to wear, seeing as it would be rather odd for Tech to show up in his armour. Hm, he'll get to that hurdle when it approaches.

For now, Tech sleeps.

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[d1n0-dan]

The answers will have to wait

Tech x Gender Neutral Reader

You're tired to wait after Tech, so you decide to let a random guy flirt with you at 79's. Tech will have to come over his fears and premade ideas.

Warnings: None, only pure fluff and first kiss.

Number of words: 1965

The dialogues are in red to help differenciate them from regular text.

If you see an English mistake, don’t be afraid to comment! I’m not used to writing in English yet! Thank you ^^

Based on a shit post I did a while ago x)

For @blacklothwolf who encouraged me to write a second fic ^^ Even tho it always freaks the hell out of me to post a fic x')

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You never really liked 79’s. Loud, flirty, full of people… not your kind of place! You would have preferred to stay on the Marauder filling up mission reports than being here. Mission reports won’t be filling themselves up and you are a hundred pourcent certain that none of the boys will fill them up! You never knew how they convince you to come here with them every single time! Maybe they didn’t… maybe you convinced yourself? Might be hope… Maybe tonight he’s gonna ask you to dance with him? Oh! Leave it! You and your desperate soul should definetely have stayed on the Marauder with those stupid reports!

The Batch chose a remote table, they never liked being too close of the action, which means too close of a bunch of regs trying (and most of the time failing) to seduce cute Twi’leks. Well… Echo and Tech chose the table, since Crosshair was already in some really discret conversation in a corner, Hunter was talking to an old friend about some plans and past missions and Wrecker was rocking the dance floor with two ladies on each shoulder, you know… to show off how strong he is! So, here you were again, drinking your colorful drink head posed on your palm whilst half listening to Echo and Tech’s discussion about the Marauder’s modifications and repairs to complete. Well… it wasn’t really a discussion, more like an explanation about why the Marauder needs this type of repairs and not this other type. You usually love Tech’s sppeches and explanations, he was always so passionate about what he was talking about and his voice was so soothing, but the music was so good and you haven’t danced for so long. You know you could just ask him, but you have made all the first steps so far! First talking, first showing interest, you even gave him a kiss on the cheek! If he don’t invite you to dance tonight? You guessed you’ll have to move on! Maybe he’s just not interested in you that way… Maybe you were just a friend.

“I’m going to the bar for a drink. Anybody want something? A dance maybe?”, you said half-joking, half-serious and with a small smile at Tech, who answered with a simple “No, thank you.” without even looking up from his datapad.

Echo let out a little laugh. He knew, they all knew. Exept the concerned dumbass! It wasn’t hard to know! You weren’t good at flirting, but just the interest you have showed him and the way you interact with him gave it away.

“No, thank you for the kind offer! I still have my first drink to finish and for the dance, I’ll let the chance to someone else. Someone more… hum… desired”, Echo said pushing Tech with his elbow in a last attempt to wake up his ‘exceptionnal mind’.

Tech lifted up his head at the push, but you were already gone and well seated on a tall chair at the bar. He admired you from afar, ordering probably a Strawberry Lemonade Vodka, you always take one, it’s your favorite. He went back to his datapad, wishing you were serious about the dance. He was tired of what the Holonet calls a ‘crush’. Tired of you looking this cute and listening to him and giving him compliments and joking around. He just want his stupid heart to stop racing for you, since he knows you don’t feel the same. How could you? You were so warm, he was so cold, you were like a flower, he was like a machine. Clearly, it can’t happen.

Echo laughed a little at the sudden change in Tech’s facial expression, he saw him stared at you and almost saw his thoughts. Echo wasn’t with the Batch for as long as the others, but he always knew how to read Tech, it wasn’t hard, his face is like an open door on his thoughts. Something was stopping his little brother and Echo knew exactly what it was: the fear of rejection. Tech’s gonna need either help or a freaking good reason to come over his fear of failure.

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You were slowly sipping your drink at the bar when a stranger took the seat next to you.

“Looks like a boring night uh!?”, he said to you with a little laugh.

You looked at him with a small smile that showed him that he was right.

“The music isn’t so bad, so it’s a tolerable boredom”, you said, raising your glass to your lips.

“I’m glad I arrive just in time to save you from your boredom!”, the stanger said with a wink.

Was he flirting with you? Maker! Just what you needed! He wasn’t bad looking tho. Maybe you’ll let him invite you to dance. The countless times you said no to a dance because you were hoping for SOMEONE else to ask you. You were tired to wait. He wasn’t interested, time to try to move on and it’s gonna start with that weird stranger.

“So, what brought you here?”, you aked the stranger, realizing that you didn’t care a shit about what brought this random guy here and that it’s gonna be kriffing hard to get this stupid genius out of your head.

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Who was this guy? Why were you smilling at what he said? What does he said to make you smile like that? Tech thoughts were running. Leg bouncing, hands intertwined with each other, eyes doing quick and anxious looks in you direction. You’ve never flirt with anybody before, sending either a laugh or a judgmental look at anyone who was making a move on you. That guy must be really special! Special or not, Tech didn’t liked that. At all!

“Looks like someone is tired of waiting!”, Echo said whilst pointing you with his drink.

“Waiting? What do you mean?”, Tech asked, confused.

“Ah! You really don’t have a clue then!? They’re waiting for you for months you know! It was rather sad to watch. ‘Hey Tech! What are you working on today?’, ‘Tech is the best pilot the galaxy have seen! He’s just too modest!’, that kiss on the cheek, nothing rang a bell in your big head?”

“You think that they…”, Tech said, hope in his tone and finger pointed at himself.

“I’m sure.”, Echo replied, taking his shot.

Said like that… it did rang some bells. Echo wouldn’t lie about stuff like that, wouldn’t he? But how? Why? He took a look a you, in case that seeing you would give him the awsers. Maybe… maybe Echo was right and he should do something about it? But what if you reject him, give him one of those mocking look, tell him he’s just a friend and never talk to him the same way ever again!? Wait. Why does his hand on your thigh? The answers will have to wait. His plan? First, taking a shot (for courage), second, requesting a song (he knows exactly which one), third, get this guy’s hand off you and finally, ask you to dance with him.

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You were trying really hard to be interested in that guy… but Maker! He didn’t helped you a lot with his story abouthow he made a lot of money by selling his old speeder! The mission reports looked even better than before! You zoned out way before he put his hand on your thigh and at this point you didn’t even noticed it, you didn’t even cared. You were too deep in your thoughts to even understand a single word of what the stranger was saying. But, you didn’t want to go back at the Batch table. You needed a break from his cute face if you wanted to forget him. Him and his exeptionnal mind, him and his goggles, him and his … the song! You loved that song!

“A slow song! You know what it means, don’t you?”, the stranger asked with a flirty eyebrows move whilst standing up theatrically.

You were about to aswered him with a sarcastic comment, but someone answered before you could even open your mouth.

“I do know what it means!”

Tech appeared in your eyesight, finger up just like when he’s about to explain something or ramble about a new idea.

“It means that your out”, he said pushing the stranger back on his seat with his raised finger. “And that I’m gonna ask them to dance with me.”

He looked at you straight in the eyes for the second part and you were out of words. You didn’t had enough time to process what just happened.

“Well… If… If you want of course…”, Tech said, offering you his hand.

His sudden confidence flinched a little with the surprised look you were giving him. Did he just stutter? Maybe he should have taken two shots? No. The contact of your hand in his was enough to give him back his confidence.

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You said nothing, you couldn’t. You had just enough brain cells to give him your hand and follow his lead to the dance floor. Did he just pushed that guy? Did he just asked you to dance with him? Did he just stuttered? Tech? Stuttering? It was something you thought you’d never hear! You were still analysing the situation when you bumped into something. Oh! Right! It was Tech! Your feet went straight back on Coruscant.

“Sorry! I… I didn’t saw that you stopped walking…”

“Is this spot ok for you?”, Tech asked hands still on your waist for preventing you to fall after you bumped into him.

You nodded with a shy smile and put your hands on his chest, since he was too tall for you to put your arms around his neck and be comfortable. You were in the middle of the dance floor, but you would have been on Mustafar and it would have been ok too. Anywhere he was would have been ok. You wondered if he felt the same. You raised your head to meet his gaze and, at this moment, you knew he did. You laughed.

“What? What is it? I knew it! Am I such a bad dancer?”, he said, full of worries and cheeks as red as possible.

“No! No, you’re really good. You follow the beat and all. I just… I’m just happy, that’s all”, you said, booping his nose with you finger.

“I… I’m sorry it took so long. You left so many clues, but I was so certain that you… that you couldn’t…”, he was searching for his words, looking at everything but you.

“Like you?”

“Exactly. And then Echo told me all the things you did and I saw this guy and his hand and I just… I just…”

“Felt jealous?”

“Yes. Exactly, and I thought that…”, he stopped.

He was so preoccupied by his words and explanations, he didn’t realized how close you were. You were so patient, at the top of your toes, hands behind his neck, waiting for him to realize, waiting for him to take his step, wainting like you always did. He didn’t derserved you he thought whilst pressing his lips against yours.

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You dreamed about that moment a thousand times, but it was never this perfect. One hand in your hair, the other on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. You would have stayed like that forever, if you hadn’t felt his lips smilling against yours. You parted.

“What makes you smile like that!?”, you asked, like it wasn’t obvious.

“Like you said: I’m just happy, that’s all” , he said with a smirk before searching your lips for another sweet kiss.

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He was smiling because he was happy, but also because he was right. You did took a Strawberry Lemonade Vodka.

The End

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[deaconusdelirium]

Um so I don't actually know how to submit a request so, I've never done it before, but I hope this is right.

So I read this enemies to lovers with Tech where the reader is the Batch's new mechanic/medic/pilot (y'know something like that) and Tech is constantly trying to outsmart the reader and is kinda rude to her. So I am requesting either that or Tech and reader are already together and Tech makes a comment that hurts the readers feelings but Tech doesn't understand why she's upset cause he was merely stating "factual evidence". Also can the reader be female or like no gender. I hope I did this right.

Time will tell

(Tech X F!Reader)

Oh yeah! Either way is good, but I prefer taking requests in DM’s. I’m originally from a different writing platform and I took requests directly in messages, but send in an ask like this is good too. I don’t mind either way. That goes for everyone else who doesn’t know how to send in a request!^^

I love the first one, and I have a little something for that

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“And that’s… Tech” Hunter sounded disappointed as he seen his brother not only did not look up, but didn’t say anything as he introduced you to your new team, Tech just gave a small wave without looking up and walking off. “He’s a busy guy, I presume” you spoke, watching ‘Tech’ walk off and into their ship. “You’ll get use to him, he’s not all that bad. The worse he could do is fill your head with useless info for hours on end” Hunter explained while putting a hand between your shoulders, guiding you into the Marauder. Ok, so it might have been a bit small but at least you were off Kamino where everything was too sterile and creepy looking. You were all alone in your room after all, no one ever really came in but a few clones, Nala Se and Omega usually handled them all though.

You gave another look around, making sure you tried to memorize everything. “We have a mission in a few hours, so I suggest you grab what you need from your place” “oh, no. I’ve got all I need, I’m going to head back and tell Nala Se we’re leaving soon” you walked out, Hunter nodded in agreement. “Well, we’ll tell you when we’re ready” you nodded, walking away from the ship and back into Kamino to Nala Se

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Tech had only ever heard your voice, and by the sound of it. He was already annoyed, since when was there ever another person who does exactly as he does? It was only him, but.. the thought of sharing ideas and thought with someone else ‘smart’ would be nice. But no, he wouldn’t take it. He had to see for himself, he was sure you were going to fail, and he surely wasn’t going to be pushed aside, especially for all he’s ever done for his brothers. You weren’t the one who upgrades their armor for them, you’re not the one who has a datapad much like he has, and you couldn’t possible know anything about mechanics. He’s never met anyone who knew as much as he did, and if he hasn’t within his life, then there’s probably no such thing as it.

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He thoughts were cut short, when you sat in the co-pilot seat next to him. Only Echo sat there, maybe Hunter on some occasions, he still didn’t look, and he grew annoyed as you tried to tell him what to do. “Do you even know what planet we are on?” Tech asked, finally looking at you, “what does that have to do with this? You haven’t told me where we are and I’m stuck with you. So if you could just focus on the task at hand then maybe we could actually try and get along” you spoke, his eyes widen at your words, he didn’t want you to know anything. It may sound selfish, but he thought of it as a training, I guess you could say. How would you go about in a situation where you don’t know where you’re at, and what you’re doing? What is your next steps for an unexpected change of plans?

His gaze was still hard on you, how could you know something about flying? “Tech, if you don’t help them, Omega and Hera could be shot down” you sounded desperate, but he was the one in charge. He was the one flying, you weighed your options, you didn’t know what to do. He only sat there, observing you like it was his job. “Forgive me” you apologized to him as you pushed him out the seat and took over the wheel. “Hey” Tech called from the floor, standing up, but soon holding onto your seat as he seen what you were going to do. “Hang on Wrecker!” You warned the man in the back, you pushed the petal as Tech almost flew back and Wrecker yell from the back. You turned the ship around for Wrecker so he could take out the cannons.

Tech held on as your flying was not something he was expecting, once you had all of the turrets down and Wrecker finished off the clones on the ground, you stood up, grabbing your helmet and gun. Tech grabbed your arm before you ran out, “hey-” you spoke, “careful with my ship next time” he glared at you, but Wrecker broke the both of you up by running through his grasp on your arm. “Your ship Tech? Or all of ours? She did great!” Wrecker said, hitting you on your shoulder as he laughed and ran off. “Still, we got what needed to be done, I suggest we drop this.. this argument and actually help. And for your information, we’re al Ryloth” you ran after Wrecker, and Tech stood there. You were stubborn alright, but that doesn’t mean you were better than him. No, he won’t allow it

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After Hera was reunited with her parents and uncle, you all took off. For their brother Crosshair was after them, maybe even you now since you were with the Batch. Taking a deep breath in, and letting it out, you continued to clean your helmet, a few new scratches, but nothing bad. “Y/n?” Omega asked you, coming up and holding your shoulder as she stood on one leg. “What’s wrong Omega?” You asked, looking at her leg, “I got a cut, and my legs hurting. Could you look at it for me?” She asked, sitting on the chair in front of you as she turned to meet your body. “Yeah, let me just grab my stuff, stay right there” you told her as you stood up, walking to grab your bag and come back. You pulled her pants up to her knee, seeing a small scrape on it, “hmm, you only scraped it, nothing too bad if we clean it. Glad you came right on time” you tried to lift her mood up. Looking like you did since she laughed and held Lula.

“This might sting a little, but it won’t hurt” you showed her the bottle, calming her down as she was worried what you had in hand. She gave a small nod, handing it back to you, you smiled and slowly poured the liquid over the cut. She winced, hugging Lula tighter as you grabbed a bacta pad and placed it over her knee. “Alright, that should be good. Come back later for another cleaning, I’ll remind you so don’t worry, and if the ache still continues after a few minutes. Tell me so I can give you some medicine, it might be from all the time you haven’t treated it, but be careful next time” you pulled her pants down, patting her lower leg as she set it down. “So you aren’t going to treat the ache she has?” Tech asked, datapad obviously in hand as he watched you, “Tech! She cleaned it up just now, I should be fine. I think it was just dirty” Omega spoke, Tech looked at her, the back at you, he walked over to another seat, making Omega face him as he turned the chair. “What are you doing?” Omega asked as Tech pulled her pants up again.

Taking the tape off and looking at her scrape, he almost nodded in approval, but stopped himself. “Oh come on, I’m not going just throw a bacta pad on there and say I’m done” you told him, “still, you could have left out an important part” he spoke, Omega watched, “and just because you’re a medic, doesn’t mean you know it all” he harshly said, you wanted to just leave, everyone’s been nice except for Tech, “yeah? Well just because your name is ‘Tech’ doesn’t mean you’re actually a technician. You can multitask yet I haven’t spoken one word about your work” you spoke up, gathering your things and leaving. Omega watched as it all unfolded before her, “that was a bit rude Tech, maybe try and be nice, she’s new. You’re probably making her feel bad” Omega defended you

Tech took his helmet off, watching you walk off and disappear down the hall. “Maybe we only needed one, medic aboard. That was only a small scratch Omega, anyone could treat that” he stood up, “maybe you think we only need one medic, but I think differently. You should respect her more, I came to her because you were busy making repairs, and I’m glad to have let you work while she wasn’t busy. She even helped us back on Ryloth” it wasn’t new that Omega put yet another one of her brothers in place. She was right, you did save them, and treat her. He bet, if she would have went to Wrecker, he would have only plugged it up with trash and dirt then throw a bandaid on it.

Omega walked out the cockpit, Lula in her hands as Tech was left alone. So what you knew how to fly and treat a small wound, anyone could do that… anyone who knew what they were doing. And he was intrigued at how much you knew and what you’ve done.

—

Everyone sat in their seat, you sat behind Echo as he sat in the co-pilot chair. Your hands gripping the pen as you worked an equation out on a piece of paper. Tech heard you whisper quite loudly the numbers, so he worked it out in his head as he watched the stars go by while in hyperspace. “205” he said, you looked up, sighing in annoyance and putting on a fake smile, “thanks Tech, I’m sure me working it out and trying a different way of solving this problem was to easy for you. What a pity, me working with pen and paper as you have a datapad? What was I thinking?” You scoffed out, Echo laughed a bit at your bite back. Tech turned to you, “what do you mean ‘a different way’?” He asked, you threw the paper at him as he caught it then glaring at you for doing so.

His eyes scanned over the numbers, this wasn’t right. None of this was, “give me the pen” he spoke, you looked at him, “what for?” “Just give me the pen” he demanded as you shook your head no. Echo was curious to see what you both were arguing about, his head peaked over the paper and was met with messy writings and scrambled numbers. “How can you read that thing?” You heard Echos disbelief in his voice, “here, I’ll explain it” you reassured him as you clicked the pen. Tech watched as you began to explain what this new trick was. He was fascinated, he found himself looking up your arm until he watched your face as you spoke about something that actually interested you… interested him.

He continued to hold the board with the paper on it for you while you worked it out, circling the answer. He wasn’t sure why, but when you turned to Echo to talk about it, he was quite jealous. Echo wouldn’t understand, but Tech did, why didn’t you argue with him about it. He hesitantly tapped two fingers on your shoulder, you turned and faced him, “perhaps, we could further discuss what you put into motion here? I could teach you some new things as well” he offered, Echo had seen his frail to finally try and get closer to you. He stood up, “excuse me” he walked off, giving you and Tech the time together. “Not sure, I feel like you’re only going to insult me further while thinking you’re smarter, you also offered me something. Don’t know if I should take it that you want something or you hit your head” you crossed your arms, looking at him. “I assure you, I have something’s I would like to share” he lightly laughed.

You thought about it, “fine, but if anything” you threatened him, “there no need to get hostile with me now Y/n, I want to see just how much you know” he leaned back into his seat, arms and legs crossed as he eyed you down. But if anything did happen, the Batch was on board. You sat in the seat Echo sat in before, questioning your choice on agreeing.

—

It seems Tech had underestimated you to soon, you we’re definitely smarter than he had thought. Was there actually someone just like him? Someone who he could rely on and wouldn’t have to explain too, mainly going into details. But you, oh you… you just gave him this feeling. He didn’t want you to leave the seat when you both sat, it was interesting seeing how you knew some things he didn’t. You both shared theories and facts about unusual things people would have probably brushed off and thought was annoying or just plain boring. He found himself moving ever so closer to you when you both started getting into.. deeper matters. What you did on Kamino versus what he does for the galaxy with his brothers. You told him how you wanted to get off the planet and explore while he suggested he explores all the time.

That was until you both found each other, knees touching while you both leaned forward. It was wrong, you abruptly stood up, “I’m sorry Tech, I shouldn’t have” you fixed your armor and set out. Just what happened there?

He didn’t have feelings for you, if he did. It’d most likely be jealousy and anger, for he didn’t want to be replaced for someone they had just met. He was their brother, you can’t just remove them from their life. Now you were off somewhere in the ship, probably have already forgotten about him. But his thoughts were stuck on you, was he too mean to you? Now that whenever he got close, you either brushed him off or you walked away. But what if he wasn’t, would you two have been closer? Together perhaps? It was like talking to himself, actually finding interest in the conversation. Feelings were never in his area of expertise, so he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what he was feeling at the moment. He was sure to keep an eye on it and write down anything he feels on his datapad, maybe even do some research.

—

“Y/n!” “Coming!” You replied to Echo as he yelled for your assistance. Walking down the hall to to Echo kneeling before the console trying to fix whatever he was trying to. “Yeah?” You asked, “I need..” he trailed off, trying to get the control panel fixed. “Oh! I’ve done this plenty of times back on Kamino for the clones’ ship when they got back” you spoke while kneeling next to him, undoing the wires as he looked at you, “what are you doing?” “Relax, you can’t just keep the control panel like this, you have to make sure it clean, this this part” you pointed to the corner of the panel as there was dirt inside, “that’s blocking this part, from entering. So brush this aside, and put it back. Now you’re going to want to make sure all the wires and whatnot are still good. Some could burn out and that could ruin the whole thing, and then you’d have to replace it all. But other times, it just needs a little cleaning” you walked him through it, telling him what goes where and how to clean the board without ruining it, while still making it easy for him to understand without using the big confusing words

He nodded, understanding, “Tech would never say anything like this. He does all the repairs like this, the only time he needs help is when he needs tools or for us to hold something” “Ah, I see. I’m sure he means well. I never had anyone to talk to about this and it feels good to finally share some knowledge” you told him to screw the panel back on. He stood up, offering you his hand and helping you up. “Thanks” “no problem, you learn something new everyday” Echo laughed at your joke, giving you a pat on the shoulder and walking off. You kneeled back down picking up the tools and gathering them into a bag. Another pair of hands helped you, as you looked up, you noticed he had no thigh armor. Tech.

“Thank you Tech, you didn’t have to-” you were pushed on your back as Tech was on top of you. You groaned at the pushed, opening your eyes to see Tech giving you a kiss. Your senses finally returning as you felt the harsh action, making your lips hurt. He softened the kiss, making you now blush as you laid there under him. He pulled back, “T-Tech?” You let out the breath you held in, “Y/n. I’m so sorry about before” your brow furrowed in confusion. “What for?” “All those words, bringing you down. It’s wrong now and it was wrong then, but how could I have not appreciated your actions before?” He questioned himself as you now remembered all those things he said and what he did to try and put you down.

“I can’t let someone, so good and loving leave. I’ve seen the way you treat Omega and my brothers when I’m not there too, you’re smart and beautiful. Yet you’re ready for battle when you’re thrown into it. I’ve been thinking, about my feelings, and… and us” your eyes widen at the last part. About, you? Him? Together? You haven’t thought about it, maybe once but that was when you both were talking that night in the cockpit, he was rude and unforgiving when you were introduced and given a task, always saying he knew and could do better than you. And that your tactics were sloppier than his, and to be frank, he didn’t mean that. It was his feelings he was confused about, “Tech.. I actually don’t know what to do. While you say you’ve thought of us, I haven’t, maybe once but that was wrong. We could never work out” you confessed, his gloved hand on the side of your head as he stroked a few hairs out of your face.

He sighed, thinking. This time it was his heart speaking, not his brain, this has nothing to do with what he normally did. So he had to wing it. “Tell me. What do I need to do to show you, how much I appreciate and want you by my side? Tell me what’s making you feel uncomfortable about us and how I can help. I’m willing to give this a chance if you are” he sounded desperate, the first time you’ve heard him like this. But you had to think on it, he was just as smart, maybe even smarter, he was blunt which made you not have to worry about his opinions on others and how you feel. And he was strong, both mentally and physically. You’ve never met someone as close knowing and interesting like you.

“I.. I’m willing to give this a chance as well” your hand came up to his hair, then pulling him down for another loving kiss. All those problems and feelings he couldn’t explain and work out, have now blown away. If seemed like being close to you felt like ecstasy, your aura felt so welcoming and warm. His lips ghosted over yours before coming down for another. This new found feeling was something he could get use to, yours lips felt so soft against his, your fingertips slightly trailed along his jawline and cupped his cheek. “We, better get up before someone sees us” you suggested, he nodded. A quick kiss on the side of your mouth was given before he got up. Pulling you along. He wanted to see where this relationship would take him.

He was excited to have you by his side now, he knew you two could take on anything. The thought of having someone just like him by his side put a warm feeling in his stomach, someone he could protect along with his brothers. Maybe the jealousy before was telling him something, maybe you both were destined to be together since you both could agree that you’ve never met anyone like the other. And he was glad to have someone to return to every time he came back from a mission, or having you on a mission with him in general. He already had hundreds of reasons why he fell in love with you, and if that’s just the beginning, he wondered what being with you forever would he like. Only time will tell

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[artist-issues]

Okay, I’ve decided to organize my thoughts on the Star Wars Sequels. The way I see it, the movies had an acceptable start, peaked in excellence with The Last Jedi, and then utterly destroyed all of their potential in the finale as The Rise of Skywalker. This was unfortunate, because the explosion that was TROS crashing and burning cast a weird, hellish light of suckiness on the two films that came before it. Like, when you go back and watch TFA or TLJ, you can’t see characters who grow and change, anymore. You can only look at the potential they had which was wasted and had no payoff.

I have a friend who totally disagrees and says that the Star Wars Sequels sucked simply because Disney was in charge, and Disney sucks. He doesn’t think the Sequels were ever good or had any potential to be good at any point. He thinks TLJ was the worst of the three and helped set up the dumpster fire which was TROS by being so bad.

He’s wrong. TLJ was the best one. I would argue that because most fans were blinded by wanting TLJ to revive their idealization of classic Star Wars characters, they missed all the good that The Last Jedi was doing for the franchise. And I would not be surprised if it was the negative fan response to Rian Johnson’s excellent setup that contributed to JJ Abram’s horrible swing-and-a-miss with TROS.

I feel like the best way to explain this is by addressing the complaints everyone spewed after TLJ premiered. Is it way too late to make these points? Yes. Does anyone care? Nnno probably not. But if you do care and you disagree, guess what? Yes I am making this argument and yes, I take criticism. Let’s gooo

Complaint 1: Snoke’s Death

People hated that Snoke died in TLJ because they wanted him to be something. Anything. Anything important. Why did they want that? I really don’t know. I suspect it is because Emperor Palpatine, in the Sacred Original Trilogy, was so hardcore evil and endured to the finale as the “final boss.” Fans must’ve obviously expected that pattern to repeat. And while it repeated, they wanted it to uncover lore; Snoke is a clone, Snoke is Plagueis, Snoke is The Son, Snoke is a time traveler, Snoke is Palpatine. They just wanted him to be something they could point at and say “oh! That! I know what that is!” But whether you wanted Snoke to be a copy of the phenomenon that was The Emperor from the OT, or you wanted him to be a something obscurely interesting from the extended universe of Star Wars, guess what?

That was never the point of Snoke. Snoke is not the main bad guy. Snoke isn’t even interesting. He’s a copy of what we’ve seen before: a dark, shadowy puppet master who is vaguely overpowered and hideously ugly, as well as shrouded in mystery. He fulfills the same role the Emperor did, in Force Awakens. He’s just there to be the authority behind more interesting or relatable villains like Hux and Kylo Ren. You might say “well, why did they even need to have Snoke in the first place? They shouldn’t even have created a character that was a copy of the Emperor; but since they did, they DEFINITELY shouldn’t have killed him off!!”

But that is silly too. Obviously Star Wars narratives aren’t going to ever be super logical, but one thing makes sense: if you have a super powerful head of a movement which is challenging the government, like the First Order, why would that super-powerful head jeopardize himself by going into battle? Chasing down Resistance Pilots? Giving speeches personally? It makes more sense for such a super-powerful head to maximize the power that being mysterious gives him, for one, and keep his head out of sniper crosshairs for another. Meanwhile, he sends underlings like Hux and Ren to be extensions of his will.

So Snoke needs to be around for logic purposes. But what about story purposes? Did he need to be a copy of the Emperor?

No. And he’s not. Well, functionally, in some ways he is. Like I already said, in The Force Awakens, he’s just around for a brief cameo as a hologram telling his underling what to do, and ominous mentions by the First Order, very similar to Palpatine in A New Hope. But take a look at some differences.

Palpatine ran his Empire by planning several steps ahead so that he could destroy the Jedi and conquer the galaxy from the inside of a pre-established government system. That took patience and living a double life. Snoke, on the other hand—we’re not told (until TROS) how he came to power. But it is easily seen that his method of conquering is not patience and subtlety. First he targets and sways to his side the son of the existing government (the New Republic’s) heroes. That puts a big old “HEY I’M SNOKE AND I’M EVIL” sign on his back. And he openly waged war against the forces of good in the galaxy with an organization that’s not even trying to pretend it isn’t a holdover from the Empire. Like, his soldiers are called “Stormtroopers” and he uses Star Destroyers and everything. It would be like if Palpatine, in Phantom Menace, never ran for Senate or plotted with several apprentices to undermine the Jedi prophecies. Forget all that.  What if, instead, some time before the beginning of Phantom Menace, this Nabooian, Sheev Palpatine made a name for himself by being super strong in the Dark Side, gathered as many cultists as he could, dressed them in obviously evil uniforms, and declared open war on the Galactic Republic as a leftover faction of the Sith Empire? And everyone identified him and his cultists as "a holdover from the Sith Empire." Oh, but first, he found, like, the child of a hero from the Old Republic and turned him into his own personal evil puppet.

Palpatine wasn’t that bold (or stupid, take your pick.) The Emperor wasn’t standing on the ruins of another evil and openly reviving a war that had already been lost, with all the subtlety of a hammer blow. He played the long, gigantic, centuries-old game and by the Revenge of the Sith, he was the overlord of the entire galaxy with all the power strategically placed to tip over to his own side in one fell swoop. So he has a much more established, much further-reaching influence as the Big Bad Villain in the Original Trilogy. Honestly, when you compare Snoke in TLJ, Snoke starts to look like some fanboy upstart who just has great stage presence and uncommonly long reach with the Force.

The point being, Snoke isn’t fulfilling the same EXACT mold as Palpatine. His “rule” only really started after he destroyed the planets of the New Republic at the END of Rise of Skywalker. It’s brand new. He’s not an established ruler, even if everyone on his payroll is commanded to call him, and treat him as, the “Supreme Leader.” So cutting the tentative, brand new warlord of the Galaxy in half in your second movie instead of in the last is more feasible, because you don’t have to build as much into it. Snoke has only been a mover and shaker of significance, to our knowledge, since Ben’s adolescence.

And all comparing Snoke’s interesting-ness to Palpatine’s aside…that’s not even the argument here. Snoke never needed to be “somebody important” because all he ever needed to do was serve as the character propellor for Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren needed to have someone encouraging him to do horrible things, like kill his own father or capture the only person who’s ever understood the conflict in him. It was not only fascinating to have Snoke die one movie early, but to have him die as a nobody? Someone who was there, powerful, and then gone? Wow! What a move! Think about it.

Star Wars is built on tension between who you are, who you choose to be, and what legacy you leave. To have Snoke be set up as someone important, but cut down by the character that we’re all ACTUALLY interested in, is the best way those themes have been played with in years. When Kylo Ren cuts him down, it means that the stakes are high. It means that it doesn’t matter if a character’s history is a mystery, or meaningful—it yanks the audience’s attention into the present moment. Forget about who this Snoke guy WAS and where he WAS during the events of your sacred Original Trilogy—look at the character standing here NOW. He’s got a crazy crackling lightsaber and an unhinged mentality, and you no longer know what he is going to do next.

Conclusion: Snoke was never meant to be somebody. He was just meant to make the actual Somebodies of the film stand out more.

And what was SET UP by this was the idea that Kylo Ren was now the leader of the First Order. The character you thought was a Vader stand-in is now the Emperor stand-in. And yeah, he can’t possibly be good at it—right? All we’ve seen him do up until the moment he declares himself Supreme Leader is ignore careful planning and do whatever his tantrum-happy heart desires in the moment. He shows no signs, during his few minutes as acting Big Bad at the end of TLJ, of changing that pattern of “leadership.” In fact, he just seems more lost and confused by the last shot of Adam Driver in that film. What does a Big Bad who is lost and confused look like in a trilogy finale?

I guess everybody was thinking “waaah, I can’t take Kylo Ren seriously as a threat! He’s a tantrum-throwing kid! The Resistance doesn’t even have anybody worth fighting if he’s in charge.” But guess what? Rian Johnson took care of that…because by the end of the film, the Resistance is like ten alien misfits flying away on one beat-up freighter. Their most powerful defense against the new, unhinged Supreme Leader is an emotionally drained orphan with Jedi texts to maybe study and no lightsaber. And if you think that makes Kylo Ren too overpowered to have an interesting third movie fighting ten alien misfits, remember that Rian Johnson also had Kylo Ren’s fleet blown up by HyperSpace Kamikaze. So they're back down to more manageable odds, a much smaller war (in scale) and more potential screen time for the characters. Characters, like Kylo Ren, who are going in bold new directions, like “kill all old things” and “how do we build a rebellion from this?” It just freed up MORE time and space for them to focus on and develop the themes/characters we all care about. AND, that, as an added benefit, would have allowed the Sacred Original Trilogy to keep its laurels as the Big War of Star Wars.

But no. You guys were mad that Kylo Ren was going to be the Big Bad, and so we got Palpatine back. Boring, tired old Palpatine. And Kylo Ren took steps BACKWARD and became the conflicted power-hungry puppet of an old man, again.

Complaint 2: Luke’s “Character Assasination”

I’m going to try to keep my response to this short and sweet. Basically everyone wants to dump on Rian Johnson’s explanation of Luke Skywalker hiding on Ahch-To and almost killing his nephew once a long time ago. They think Luke Skywalker, strong and heroic at the end of A New Hope, would never do such things. “He’d never give up on Ben! He’d never leave Leia and Han and the galaxy to defend themselves!”

Okay but think for one second. Think OUTSIDE the Original Trilogy.

The best characters are believable. Luke is believable because he has multiple levels to who he is. Yes, when met in the OT, he is hopeful and adventurous, and he sees the good in others. Old recluse Ben Kenobi, irritating but lovable smuggler Han, treacherous father Vader, you name it. If it breathes, Luke seems willing to believe it has good in it. But Luke is more than just your standard Hopeful, Forgiving Hero. He is also prideful. LET ME FINISH. Luke is told by Yoda that he cannot be trained because he is too young, but Luke insists that he can. Luke is told not to go confront Vader until he is ready, but he goes anyway because he believes he is the only one who can save his friends. He is told not to go to his father, because it is too late for Vader to be saved, but he goes anyway. It turns out all right in the end; Luke goes, in his pride believing he can resist the Dark Side and the Emperor. He almost turns to the Dark Side, believing he can stop his sister’s endangerment and the death of the Rebellion. He is goaded into fighting Vader, and almost kills his own father. But then he chooses to have mercy and be a Jedi, instead. If not for Anakin’s return to the Light, even that decision would have gotten him killed. But like I said, it turned out okay and Luke was remembered as the hero who kept up belief in the Light.

So let’s say you’re Rian Johnson, and the character everyone believes is a super powerful god of hope and heroism has, for some reason, been sitting on an island while his nephew kills his best friend and almost kills his sister and destroys everything Luke worked for. You have to explain that.

You have to keep Luke in-character. So what part of Luke Skywalker,  in the OT source material, might have grown in the lifetime since we saw him last? What would the Sacred Original Trilogy Luke do if he had a family member who, leaning into the dark side, might be revealed to someday destroy everyone he loved?

Wasn’t there a moment where Young, Sacred Original Trilogy Luke Skywalker almost killed a family member under the same circumstances? Oh yeah. When he had Vader at his mercy at the end of Return of the Jedi. So it looks like, sometimes, it IS in-character for Luke Skywalker to have “a briefest moment of pure instinct,” and “I thought I could stop it,” and then “it passed.”

Okay, so maybe Luke threatening his nephew in a moment of fear and weakness can be said to be in-character. But what about after that? What about, in the consequences of that, Luke deciding not to make up for it but instead go into hiding? That’s super out-of-character, right? I mean, who would do that? Who would fail to save the Galaxy from a new darkness after driving his apprentice to that darkness, then choose to isolate himself and seek answers about where he went wrong by studying ancient Jedi artifacts?

Oh. Ben Kenobi. Who failed to prevent or defeat the darkness in his apprentice, and so decided to isolate himself and study the Force with his Master’s ghost. Ben Kenobi, who was one of Luke Skywalker’s only two role models in the Force did that same thing. Of course, Ben Kenobi was guarding Luke all the time, so he wasn’t totally abandoning the galaxy. But maybe, when Luke ran from his failure, he thought he was going to find some sort of answer to the problem. Some sort of insight to where he went wrong, so he could go back and save Ben. Only to find, on the island, that the only insight he could reach was the utter hubris of the Jedi Order he used to idolize. Then he starts internalizing that hubris, projecting it onto himself, coupled with the crippling added weight of having failed the only family he has…and he truly believes that the world is better off without him.

Okay, but who would, after failure, begin a young woman’s training and then leave her to go fight the danger you’ve been avoiding, all alone? When you know she might be killed?

Oh. Master Yoda. Who started an ill-advised apprentice’s training in Empire Strikes Back, and then when that apprentice stubbornly flew off to confront his nemesis, warned against it and ultimately stayed behind. Master Yoda, Luke Skywalker’s other only role model in the Force who did the same thing. Now, luckily, Yoda corrected this. Yoda finished Luke’s training, and gave him advice on his destiny, then passed into the Force. And when Luke was getting ready to leave Rey to her fate, it wasn’t until Yoda reappeared on Ahch-To that Luke returned to hoping. He realized that, yes, Rey was going to fail to turn Ben Solo the same way he failed to prevent Ben Solo from turning to the Dark Side. But thanks to Yoda, he also realized that that didn’t mean she needed to do what he did and isolate herself, or close herself off from the Force. She needed to learn from the failure and grow beyond it. That is what Luke is doing in the final Act of TLJ. He is proving to Rey, through a dying connection to the Force, that she can focus on and have peace in her purpose.

That IS in-character for Luke. Maybe, if Ben Solo hadn’t been Force sensitive and Snoke hadn’t turned him to the Dark Side from afar during training, Luke would have had a different in-character development between OT and ST. Maybe, if some galactic threat that had no direct, dark-side connection to his family had appeared, he would’ve kept fighting and become an even stronger beacon for hope in others and perseverance. But that’s not what happened. It’s a little tragic, but then, the story isn’t about him any longer. The story is about Rey. And Rey needed to learn that “her place in all this” wasn’t important. (Which is paralleled beautifully by Luke choosing to give himself up literally, and thematically, for her to go on. He was choosing to pass into the Force BECAUSE he didn't need to be the one in the spotlight, saving the galaxy, with everything rising on him, anymore.)

Rey didn’t need to be the answer to Kylo Ren’s problem, and she didn’t need to find out that her parents gave her meaning. It was just finding a purpose in helping others, passing on the Jedi growth to new generations, that mattered. That's what Luke's whole role is in this movie. He learns that in hiding away on an island, he was still acting out of hubris; like if he joined the galaxy again and came out of hiding, he'd cause more problems just by being a living legend. But in this movie he essentially learns from Yoda "it ain't that serious." Just pass on your strengths and your weaknesses because it ain't all about you.

Which is hard for people to understand, because Star Wars fans love Luke Skywalker. He's Luke Skywalker. But this isn't Part 4 of the Sacred Original Trilogy. It's a BRAND NEW trilogy, FOLLOWING Luke's story, but not HIS story any more. If this were the new "Luke Skywalker" tv show, and we opened on our main hero running from his problems, then yeah, we could have a legitimate offense. But that's not what this is. Context is the only way out of the plastic bags Luke fans seem to be suffocating under.

And also, it’s actually kind of great, the way Luke passed on. It echoes the OT, but in a better way. In the OT, Ben Kenobi dies by choosing to deactivate his light saber after deliberately engaging Vader, a “lost cause,” when he knew there was a young hero who could carry on the mission after he was gone. Luke deliberately engages Ben Solo, but NOT as a "lost cause." In fact, by being a Force projection, Luke NEVER gives Kylo Ren the option to "strike him down in anger." He won't be the instrument of Ben Solo choosing more darkness. And he even says to Leia, "nobody's ever really gone." Where Ben Kenobi sacrificed himself so that Luke could defeat his fallen apprentice in the future, Luke sacrifices himself so that Rey could live on and SAVE his fallen apprentice.

If that's not Luke Skywalker, tell me what is.

And it goes perfectly with the best theme in the film, "We won by not killing what we hate; saving what we love."

Complaint 3: Canto Bight/Finn/Rose

I put these all together because they GO together. Trying to separate Finn, Rose, and their adventure on Canto Bight would unravel the whole point of that B-Plot. And there is a point.

I have heard several different complaints about this. First, that the creators didn't know what to do with Finn, so they sidelined him. Or the creators didn't know what to do with Finn, so they brought in Rose, a "useless love interest." And at the center of all complaints is Canto Bight. "Pointless," "boring," "preachy" Canto Bight. Some people even say Canto Bight was only in there to push a political, anti-capitalism message.

What? Seriously, what?

That's SO not the point of Canto Bight. I feel like this is so obvious but evidently it needs to be said because some people have been watching the same Sacred Star Wars Original Trilogy for so long, they've forgotten how movies work, or something.

Canto Bight is a sci-fi object lesson on the only good which can come of war. Canto Bight juxtaposes BAD profit associated with war (literal rich people getting rich off of slavery and brutal conflict) with the GOOD outcome of war (a shakeup or overhaul of that very system, leading to freedom for those who couldn't free themselves without help.)

Rose and Finn arrive on Canto Bight looking for a master code breaker to try and stop the First Order. Instead, they find a foil for Finn. They escape by setting the alien deer-creatures free, and at first, Finn is just happy they "made those guys hurt." But Rose (who is a GREAT character, especially when interacting with Finn's character) teaches him that it's only worth it if they get caught because they freed the deer-aliens. Why? They're just dumb beasts. They didn't get to free the slave children, or blow up the corrupt, bloated gambling town. Why would setting a few creatures free make failure worth it?

For the same reason escaping with a handful of survivors was worth more than heroes sacrificing to blow up a big Dreadnaught.

The theme of the film is YOU AREN'T THAT IMPORTANT. The CAUSE is important. The GREATER GOOD, the BIG PICTURE, is important. And if your sacrifice for the greater good looks like FAILING the battle so you can WIN the WAR, GOOD.

You don't get to be the hero who hops in an X-Wing and blows up a dreadnought, or hops in an X-Wing and takes a shot at the dreaded Kylo Ren. Sometimes you don't get to be that hero. Sometimes, it's worth more to run and keep more people alive; and with them, hope.

You don't get to be the hero who learns her true heritage as an heiress to a glowing role in the great Story of the Galaxy, or the great hero who turns the most fearsome evil back to the Light. You don't even get to be the hero who brings Luke Skywalker back to the world. Sometimes, it's worth more to lift some rocks out of the way and do what you can, in the present, to save your friends.

You don't get to be the hero who liberated all of Canto Bight, AND sabotaged the First Order, AND kept your Jedi Chosen One friend. You don't get to be the hero who throws himself into the cannon and blows it up with your noble death. Sometimes, it's worth more to LEARN FROM YOUR FAILURE and do the HARDER thing and STAY with the tiny, near-hopeless underdogs fighting a losing battle.

They failed. Rose sacrificed everything from her sister to her sentiments to her own life and they still got caught. Finn finally decided to fight against the First Order instead of fleeing, but he still failed; he didn't get to sabotage them or sacrifice himself. And FROM that failure they LEARNED. Finn learned that it's not enough to pick a side. It's not even enough to die fighting. You have to LIVE fighting, out of love, not hate. And he was a former stormtrooper. He was RAISED on the rhetoric of establishing right using might. So when he tries to blow up the battering-ram cannon with himself, it's out of a furious, last-ditch effort to keep them from winning. He wants the First Order to lose. He wants to strongarm a solution, go out in a blaze of glory, show them!

But it's HARDER to live and fight on. (Cue George Washington line from Hamilton.) It's harder to control your hate and your desire for vengeance or victory, or your desire to show your former masters that they'll never own you again...and instead spend your effort strategically, carefully, because you're thinking more about the people you love and the galaxy you're leaving behind than you are the statement a brash sacrifice would make.

And ROSE? Oh my gosh, Rose is such a great character! Especially when you compare her to the only other person Finn seems to have such a strong bond with: Rey.

Finn's relationship with Rey is, that she was the first person who ever looked at him like he could be important. Or a hero. "I've never met a Resistance fighter before." He related to her instantly, because both of them have been living with no family. Nobody to latch on to. Nobody to care about. When he meets her, (obviously there's some attraction but whatever) they're kindred spirits, in a way. He's found someone to care about, and he throws himself into it. He doesn't want to lose her. She winds up being the only thing he's willing to sacrifice for.

Then he meets Rose. And if you think about it, she looks at him with even more admiration than Rey did, initially. Then she realizes he's leaving (yes, because he only really commits to Rey) and her reaction is that much more extreme than Rey's was upon learning Finn was the kind of guy to flee. She tazes him.

From that moment on, Rose is the one teaching Finn what living for a cause looks like. Something bigger than himself, and his attachment to one other person. She just lost the only person she had--her sister. For all they know, with Rey out on dangerous unknown missions, Finn could soon be in the same boat. Losing the only person he has. To Finn? That is unacceptable.

But here's Rose. This perfect character to parallel him. She doesn't have anybody else; her sister is gone. But she's still with the Resistance. Still fighting. How must that look, to Finn? And he sees her sacrifice over and over for this greater cause. She could have given up. Run away. Her sister is gone; what was preventing her from getting in the escape pods and running away?

She's the balance (another huge theme in this film) to DJ. DJ says don't join. Rose's whole character says "save what you love." She does hate Canto Bight. Much more than Finn. But when he's ready to get excited about causing Canto Bight pain, she's showing him it's better to be excited about setting animals free.

Rey could not, ultimately, teach Finn. She was having her own identity crisis. So introducing Rose, and having her, an ordinary, nobody mechanic just working for the Resistance, be his greatest teacher, was beautiful AND perfect.

I think what puts a sour taste in everyone's mouth about Rose is that kiss at the end of her appearances in the film. And I'm not going to argue about why the kids made sense--all I'll say is that FINN didn't seem to reciprocate. He was too busy reeling over the moral mic drop she said before she kissed him. Because the point is she's always surprising him, making him think differently about the world and his place in it and what sacrifice is really FOR. And she kissed him because she's got nobody else in the whole galaxy and clearly already held on to some admiration for him for defecting from the First Order, and John Boyega is attractive. So she's just saved his life and he cares enough about her to try and help her afterward, and she's clearly a little loopy, and she kissed him real quick. Get over it, guys. That wasn't the point of her. She was EXCELLENT.

Complaint 5: Hyperdrive Ramming 

This is maybe the dumbest one. But also maybe the most excusable one? At least this complaint is about something technical. Somehow that feels like a more forgivable prejudice than the kind that might prompt someone to have a complaint about why older Luke Skywalker didn’t behave exactly like 20 year-old Luke Skywalker, or other character-based complaints. 

Hello, welcome to the Star Wars fandom. A fandom where fans will accept scientific fallacies, like the sound of blaster fire and engines roaring in the vacuum of space. Or scientific fallacies like a laser which, instead of continuing as an infinite beam, somehow reroute itself into the shape of a blade, and is called a “‘lightsaber.” It’s a fandom where fans will accept that there is something called “‘The Force” —which can be measured by something called “midicholrians” and yet cannot be defined in…literally any other way; it’s even rumored to be able to resurrect the dead, and have a will of its own, and sometimes heroes randomly fade out of existence and “‘become one with the Force.” — In the Star Wars fandom, fans can accept that. Heap the Force on every plot. Do it. We love it. In the Star Wars fandom, you can have a galaxy full of droids on every planet and in every system, and yet those droids are rarely used to fly ships alone. And fans accept this. In the Star Wars fandom, cloning is shown in one set of movies, and then the technology is never seen, cinematically, again. And fans accept this. In the Star Wars fandom, galaxy-dominating empires aren’t bright enough to have soldiers who can aim, or stop building sensitive equipment like shield generators outside of their actual shields. And fans accept this. A Force-sensitive young woman, Leia, who was raised by a politician that used to be close to the Jedi Council spends most of the first film in the presence of her actual birth father, yet the two Force-sensitive beings never sense any kind of connection with one another—despite that being a thing that the Force is known to cause in almost every other relational case. But fans accept that.  But Heaven help you if you try to tell the fans that Admiral Holdo could have turned her ship around and destroyed her opponents by engaging it’s Hyperdrive too close to them.  “If a ship is traveling at the speed of hyperdrive, it jumps instantly, and could never have collided with anything around it! It literally leaves that plane of existence!! If anyone can do that, all of Star Wars is pointless. If anyone can do that, then they would’ve been doing it in every space battle before. They would’ve been able to destroy the Death Star that way. Hyperdrive Ramming breaks Star Wars!! It’s an assasination of the whole franchise!! It’s an abomination! It’s the stupidest thing—”

Oh my gosh, shush. If that is not the epitome of nitpicking, I don’t know what is. 

So what if you haven’t seen this type of warfare before? Guess what, it’s a science fiction movie; you never saw any of this before you SAW IT FOR THE FIRST TIME. That’s how the “fiction” part of “science fiction” works. 

So what if Hyperdrive wouldn’t work like that in real life? Guess what? Neither would a lightsaber. Neither would the Force. Neither would sound effects. Get over it. 

So what if they didn’t use that on the Death Star? You know what? The point of having the Death Star be destroyed by missiles was to show that Luke Skywalker, our protagonist, had decided to trust the Force. A kid from the desert with no formal training was able to out-fly the most deadly pilot in the galaxy and make an impossible shot without the use of his targeting system because it made narrative sense, and for no other reason. Welcome to Star Wars. Holdo’s Hyperdrive Ramming makes sense because it fits the narrative. It shows what the right kind of sacrifice looks like. 

Sometimes I think the Star Wars fandom doesn’t know how to watch a movie. 

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[my-tin-can-mans]

Time to Yourselves (Captain Rex x Reader)

warnings: oh boy there are none but this is tooth rotting fluff ya'll i couldn't help myself with this soft boy, he deserves so much love.

PSA: I know a lot of people are expecting a Part two to the Crosshair Fic i posted awhile back but some unexpected work came up and it might be awhile before I get a chance to actually sit down and write it sorry:/ i will tag everyone thats asked to be tagged in it tho!

But for now enjoy the fluff that is this! I need to write a good fluff fic.

When the ship had finally landed on Coruscant you heaved a sigh of relief. The 501st had just finished a gruesome battle which meant as a medic you had spent the way back to base in the medical wing bay treating patients aboard the Resolute. You’d seen just about every solider aboard helping them with injuries that ranged from a minor concussion to blaster wounds.

It had been a long couple of days and the one solider you really wanted to see was the one you had yet to have the pleasure of. The doors to the ship opened and you walked out, now that the battalion was on world, you would hand over your patients to the nurses that worked here instead while you got some much-needed time off like the rest of the 501st. You met up with the head medics on ground and passed off your paperwork filling them in on the more important injuries you happened to come across while working so they were prepared.

Once you had finished up with the medical bay you went off to look for the man you hadn’t seen in days. While it upset you that you hadn’t been able to speak a word to you, it also comforted you in knowing that he hadn’t shown up in the medical bay at any point in time which meant he was better off than most of the men on board at the time. You were busy enough as it was, and he probably was too trying to write up reports on what all had gone down.

You walked back towards the landing hanger knowing him and the general usually lingered around to talk before they went their separate ways for the remainder of their time off. Sure enough there you spotted him, the back of his buzzed cut blonde hair, bucket it hand placed on his hip, talking it up with General Skywalker. Skywalker caught you walking towards them and focused his gaze on you, making Rex finally turn around to look at you.

It had felt like forever since you had seen his face. His gaze immediately softened upon seeing you. You finished the brief couple of steps you had left and planted yourself right at his side. “Captain Rex, General Skywalker.” They both nodded at you, a hint of a smirk showing on Skywalker's face.

Relationships were forbidden within the GAR and certainly that of a clone trooper. They were meant as property and therefore weren’t allowed the same free will as others. But after a while you and Rex couldn’t stay away from each other. Your relationship remained a secret but that didn’t stop the rumors from going around the 501st. Most of the men actually encouraged you two to get together but to play it safe, you and Rex hadn’t officially mentioned it to anyone.

At this point you were sure Anakin knew though. Rex would deny telling you he spilled his guts to him, but they were close and recently the General had been giving you smug glances whenever he laid eyes on you. If Rex trusted him though, you guess you would have to as well. Rex was a smart man; he knew what he was doing.

You turned to the general and spoke, “Do you mind if I steal your Captain for a few words?”

“He’s all yours.” He winked at Rex which made you narrow your eyes at the both of them causing Rex to blush and rub the back of his neck, something he had a habit of doing when he was uncomfortable or nervous.

The General turned and started to walk away, once he was far enough out of hearing range you scanned to make sure no one else would be able to hear you before whispering, “Alright that’s it Captain he definitely knows something so you might as well spill your guts to me about spilling your guts to him,” you told him while crossing your arms.

“Okay fine I told him I’m sorry but General Skywalker is the one person I can always trust beside you. He wouldn’t tell a soul. And besides if he did I’d have some pretty rough dirt on him.” The last part he said under his breath and you were sure you weren’t supposed to hear it, hell it didn’t even make sense so you just brushed it off. He looked back up to you, “is that what you came here to talk to me about?”

You sighed and softened. “No, I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He went to raise a hand to your face but retreated it when he realized where you two still were, looking around to see if anyone had caught one. Fortunately, everyone else was either gone or fully immersed in whatever they were doing to care.

“How many days did the General say we had off?” you questioned. Rex was always the first of the men to know how long they’d be staying on world for.

“Not long, none of our ships have been fatally damaged and there were only a few serious injuries, so we have the rest of today and tomorrow, were stationed to be back on board at 2100 tomorrow night.”

You hummed in response. This didn’t warrant enough time for the two of you to settle on world for a while, but you didn’t take kindly to spending another night in the barracks.

“What have you got on that mind of yours?” Rex asked while raising an eyebrow in your direction.

“Well, I was just thinking about how I missed you, and we haven’t been able to spend some time together in a while...” you trailed off, pondering on your descions.

“Yes”

“And I've been saving up some credits for a while now, with nothing to spend it on…” you trailed off again making him raise his eyebrow at you for the second time in reaction. “And I'm tired of sleeping on that maker awful cot in the barracks.”

“Get to your point” he rolled his eyes amused

“How about we rent a hotel for the night? Just me and you? We’ll finally get some alone time.”

“You’ve already decided on this didn’t you?”

“I’ve missed you Rex, I just want some alone time where we don’t have to hide our relationship.”

He sighed. “I know cyar'ika, I know. Tell you what, I've got a few things I need to finish up here, but send me the location of the hotel and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay” excitement started to bubble up in your stomach, finally a night in a warm comfy bed, with a fresher that had decent water pressure and Rex all to yourself.

Rex turned his head, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention before he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss. When he pulled away he winked at you and just like that he turned around and was walking off.

****

You’d decided to splurge on the hotel. You had plenty of credits, working as a medic in the GAR didn’t pay well but then again when did you ever have the time to spend it?

The hotel room was a dark blue, one side of the wall, opposite to the door was covered in glass windows, ceiling to floor with sheer ivory drapes hung throughout.

The bed was placed against the wall between the two doors, where Rex was currently fast asleep and had been from some time now.

You on the other hand stood beside one of the large drapes watching the late traffic speed by. After the events of the night occurred, Rex had fallen asleep peacefully but you were still restless. He had spent days on the battlefield while you simply cared for the couple of people still stuck in the med bay from the previous battle.

You let out a sigh, the lights of Coruscant were very entrancing, so much so that you hadn’t realized Rex had awoken from his sleep and groggily made his way over to you till his arm was wrapping around your waist and his head was leaning on your shoulder.

When you initially got up from bed, you put on your underwear and the top of Rex’s blacks, not finding your shirt, where ever it had landed when he first arrived, in the low-lit room. The shirt hung just below your waist and Rex took this as an opportunity to slide his hand up it. After behind touch starved for so long, he took every opportunity he could to feel skin on skin contact with you, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

He kissed your neck once and his thumb rubbed circles over your hip. “Come back to bed”

“mmmm convince me,” you smirked.

His grip on your waist tightened and he brought his other arm around to wrap around you as well and pull you closer to him, he placed a trail on slow, lazy kisses on your neck while he hummed, “please.”

“Ok, but only since you asked so nicely,” his grip on you loosened and you turned in his arms to look at him.

Sleep covered his face, he must not have gotten much on the way back here you thought. Skywalker’s battles seemed to cause a lot of paperwork.

You pecked him once on the lips and let him lead you back to bed. When you got under the covers and situated Rex came in behind you. But instead of lying beside you he decided to lay himself directly on top of you.

“What is this?” you chucked as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t want you getting away from me this time,” he mumbled.

“I don’t really have a choice now do I?”

“Good, I sleep better with you.”

Hearing those words hurt a little. You let out a sigh and brought your hand up to rub his scalp at the top of his neck. He hummed into you. You and Rex barely got any alone time together, only a few nights like these out of a month were spent sleeping in each other’s arms, and to know most of the time he just didn’t sleep as well was hard to hear. Your mind stuck on the thought for a while but came to the conclusion that it was a useless debate, he was fighting a war, it was far more important than the two of you. Your mind slowly started to drift back to sleep.

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[echos-newlegs]

Number 47 with tech? Nsfw if your up for it

Jealousy for the Senator

I wasn't sure what gender to do, but I looked at your account and saw it said "male" so I'm doing he/him pronouns. Hope that's okay, if not lemme know and I can change it 😎 with that being said I do apologize I’m not really up for bxb nsfw. No hate, just as a cis female I don’t wanna do something wrong or offend anyone, if that makes any sense? I hope you understand bromeo 👊😔

S/N = Senators Name. I wasn't sure what other Senator to use.

Tech x Reader: “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous!”

Warnings: angstish? Tech doubting himself, and you doubting yourself if you squint

Tech wasn't even sure how he landed you. A handsome, kind hearted senator. That he and his brothers saved from a separatist attack. Something you were so grateful for. You didn't care if they were defective. Anytime they were near your home world out in the outer rim. You always made it a point on letting them know they could visit and even stay at your home if it was easier.

They were reluctant at first. They assumed you were doing it out of pity. To be nice, but Tech couldn't get over how absolutely devine you were. He spent most of his free time looking you up on the holo and learning all he could about you. It didn't take long for his Ori'vods to catch on. Hunter deciding maybe a visit wouldn't hurt. Especially if it meant they all got to see Techs happy-go-lucky attitudewhen around you.

That was a mistake on Hunters behalf. Not only did Tech get the pleasure of seeing, and even being able to hang around you, but he and his other brothers. They got special treatment as well, and they all loved it. Hunter especially loved his bed he was given. Each had their seperate rooms. Meaning no bunking together. The walls were sound proof keeping Hunter isolated and able to sleep without waking up to whispers or even the light steps of his brothers. Besides Wrecker, he tried, but he was clumsy at times.

Crosshair found himself a shooting gallery with movable targets. Along with the ability to buy accessories for his gun. He didn't, even though you offered to pay for some if he wanted. He just liked browsing, and even the offer. The fact you wanted to spend your money on him. It made his view on you shift. Maybe not all Senators were stuck up snobs?

Wrecker found himself entranced by one of your gardeners. They would go on short walks around the long halls. Or out in the garden where they would explain to him the different flowers, and even let him pick some of the fruit. Which then the two would sit under a tree and eat them with one another. Eventually they found a stray Hoth Kitten. They begged for you to let them keep it, and you finally agreed.

Not only were you thankful for taking up your offer, but you were thankful for them being so nice and polite. Giving your home that special type of spice. Even if they did all have their.. well- moments.

Last but not least, there was Tech. He followed you anywhere you offered to take him. Which was about anywhere. He could be biased by the amount of love he had hidden away for you. But he swore you were the prettiest, most charming senator in the whole kriffing galaxy! Not only were you nice to him, but you were just as nice to his brothers. That in itself meant the world to the goggled clone.

The two of you, after about 8 visits and keeping in contact in between the visits. Decided to scavenge the courage to ironically ask one another out at the same time. You started, nervous, clammy palms. Darting eyes, and he finished. "You were gunna ask me out?" He spoke and you froze a bit. "You don't, yes, no, I mean, yeah I guess." You spoke, coughing into your sleeve as if it would hide the waver in your voice. "I was actually gunna see if you would let me take you out, my treat." His words were just as nervous, but he was more sure about himself than you seemed. He felt more confident knowing you felt the same. You both did.

He decided on taking you to a restaurant. It wasn't too fancy, nothing you needed to dress up for. But it wasn't 79's either. He had never been there, but apparently you had before. He had to borrow a fancier outfit. Due to the fact the fanciest thing he owned was his blacks. Or even his armor, since he got a new paint job, and you weren't about to let him humiliate himself on a first date.

He found you waiting outside. Dressed up just as evenly as he was. You smiling softly as you extended a hand for him, which he happily took. "Ready?" You questioned and he nodded. "Yeah."

The trip there wasn't too long, but it didn't keep the clone from fidgeting and rambling. "You know, that star over there is a planet. They say it's one of the most beautiful in the galaxy." He informed, looking out the window of the cab. Making you smile. Scooting closer while leaning against him a bit to catch a glimpse of the star. "Really?" His breath hitched a bit when he noticed how close to him you were. Making you smile.

He nodded as he looked over to you. Eyes staring into yours. "Yeah, but I beg to differ." You tilted your head a bit in question. Shifting so you were now just sitting next to him in the middle seat. A shoulder pressed to his. "How come?" You asked, and he smiled. "Because you're probably the most beautiful star I've ever seen," he spoke lowly. It wasn't like him to flirt, and even from the short time you have known him. You knew this.

Your smile was sheepish, and you looked down to your lap. "Tech, you're too kind." He smiled back in accomplishment. "Least I can do for how kind you are to us."

When the cab stopped the two of you exited. You didn't leave any time for him to even circle around the cab to help you out. You didn't really care for being enabled. Even if he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart.

That didn't stop him from holding your hand into the building and clear to the table, though. You leaning against his side. It had him screaming internally. He'd never felt so thrilled and happy over such a simple experience.

You followed beside him to the table. Only letting go of his hand when the waiter told you where you would be seated. The two of you sitting across from one another. Tips of you shoes pressed up against one anothers. Another simple act that had Tech practically howling.

You ordered, and then he did. After asking you what was good, of course. The two of you getting some dessert to share for after you finished your food. While waiting for food, though. You decided to strike up a conversation. "So, how was your last mission?" You asked, prepared for a ramble and a half. That was something you enjoyed about him. How passionate he was about nearly everything.

"It was alright, had a near scare there with some of the droids." Your furrowed your brows. "Did you get hurt?" He paused, and then nodded. Noticing the concern written on your face. "Don't worry Cyar'ika. It isn’t anything severe, just a cut on my abdomen and a few bruises. Wrecker got it worse, but you know him. He was too happy to see his Sarad." You watched him with a small smile. "What's a Sarad?" You didn't speak Mando'a, and he knew this. But he was happy to tell. "It means flower, that's what he calls the gardener. His Ner Sarad." You smiled at that, you were happy he had made a friend, or what may even be more than a friend. You weren't about to judge.

You opened your mouth, ready to ask what Cyar'ika meant, but you were interrupted by a hand on your shoulder. Making you flinch just a bit as it caught you off guard. "Woah, woah, Senator Y/L/N, Calm down. Just a friend here to say hello." Anither Senator was there to your surprise. "Oh, S/N! Funny seeing you here." You spoke, looking up to him with a grin. Standing to meet them and catch them in a quick hug. Then seating yourself once more.

They looked to you, and nodded. "Yeah, I figured I'd stop by and see you. I didn't expect to see you here, honestly." They told you. Then looked over to Tech. Who was staring at them with a glint of displeasure in his eyes. He wasn't sure who they were, but they were taking away from the short time he had with you, and he didn't like it one bit. "Who's this?" Tech asked, and you nearly cursed yourself for being so informal. "Tech, this is Senator S/N, we worked together before I became Senator." S/N smirked at that, "you were always the most handsome there, too. He gives the best hugs as well. Has he given you a hug?" S/N asked Tech, and Tech shook his head, muttering a quick 'no.' "Shame," they added, and you interrupted with a quick and nervous chuckle. "Haha, anyways, S/N, this is Tech. He's a good friend of mine, part of Clone Force 99, he saved me from that attempted assassination on me a while back." You added, looking to the clone with a loving smile.

That reassured Tech a bit, but what chased that aways was when S/N leaned down and whispered something in your ear. 'A clone? You date clones now, hm? You always know where to find me if this doesn't work out,' is what he thought he heard. He wasn't 100% sure though. That bugged him, out his on edge. Especially when he saw your face turn pink with embarrassment.

He was thankful when they left. Watching the Senator drift off while glaring dagger at him. "Tech," he didn't hear you. Too lost in thought. Was this a mistake? Should he have listened to the little voice in his head. Reminding him he was a defective clone that didn't deserve nor could attain the love of a senator like you? "Tech!" You raised your voice again, and he came back to. Looking at you with a bit of shock in his eyes. As if he didn't realize he zoned out.

You reached over to place a hand on his. Frowning a bit when he flinched. "You alright?" "They seemed.. Judgeful." He spoke. Making you sigh. "They're like that, it's fine though, don't let them get to you," but how could he when he saw the way they looked at you? The way you two already knew each other. How much closer you two seemed. It had his brain turning for answers that would go unsaid.

The whole night was practically ruined for Tech, but he tried to keep up his positive attitude for you. So he wouldn't ruin yours, but you could see past his mask. The glint of uneasiness in his eyes. The way his eyes darted everywhere but to yours. Or even just the way he picked at his food and his hands trembled ever so lightly. You couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake on your behalf. You didn't feel you were good enough for the man now.

When the two of you left the building. S/N stopped you to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and a lingering goodbye. Tech began walking off before you even noticed. Though when you did you cut the conversation short and ran after the taller male. "Tech, wait! What's wrong, please talk to me!" You spoke. Reaching out to grab his wrist, but he snatched it away. Turning to face you with a hurt expression, but it softened a bit. "Does everyone greet you like that? Like they want to jump you the moment they see you?" He asked, and you were a bit taken back. Picking at the palm of your hand. Looking down then back up to the other. "No, not everyone, Tech. Why?" You asked with a bit of a frown and he shook his head. "Nothing," "you're jealous, aren’t you?" You blurted. Catching the man off guard. "What? No! I'm not jealous!" His voice raising an octave and you sighed. Walking up to him.

Watching as his eyes scanned your face, then looked away. "I'm not jealous, I'm just.. I don't like how he talked to you, he acted like he owned you, and he doesn't. No one does, or- or they should.. shouldn't" He rambled. Beginning to stammer and stumble on his words when you reached up to cup his face with your hands. "Tech," he watched you for a moment before answering. "Yes?" "I like you, more than a friend wise, I'm not about to run off with some arrogant ass when I have you right here." You reassured. Feeling him relax under your touch.

His eyes softened, bringing a hand up to hold the back of one of your hands. His other hand holding at your waist. The two of you stood like this for what felt like hours, but was probably only a minute or two. "So, how about you take me home.." you trailed off, looking down. Bringing your hands down to play with the cuff of his shirt. "And I'll show you there's nothing to be jealous over, hm?"

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[crab-instruments]

Dust in the Wind Part 8 (tbb)

Master <Part 7 Part 9>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: General audience, panic/stress (minimal)

Words: 1.5k

a/n: haha well we don't have time to unpack all that finale, so here's an update of this instead. Fresh off the press and yeeted to tumblr. I'm thinking the next update will have some cool stuff. I hope.

Image credit in the notes

When your eyes opened, you laid there for a bit, taking in the events of yesterday and what some sleep had done to clear the mind. You must have slept well, not even remembering the dreams you had or stirring when others got up, as only Hunter and you were left in the bunks. This was based on assumption by reaching out using the Force, at least, as you hadn’t moved an inch yet.

Being with the Batch had made it easy to settle back into your ‘old life’ or maybe just who you really were, a force user. You were becoming more comfortable, but if you were being honest with yourself, that was a scary thought. It would make leaving so much harder.

You slowly started to move, careful to keep quiet, putting your feet on the cold metal floor. The ship buzzed and hummed through your feet, accentuating the dull pain in your muscles, but the pain had an odd nostalgic feel, something you would be used to after a mission.

Echo, Crosshair, and Wrecker were all out in the main cabin as you approached, all still sleepy, though the sniper was better at hiding it.

Echo handed you a cup and you presumed he said something along the lines of ‘mornin’ but your brain was still fuzzy, not used to the amount of sleep you got. You looked at the contents of the cup; caf that had a stale smell to it and enough water to have your reflection look back at you. Still, you drank it all in one go and then turned to back to the Clone who gave it to you. “Thank you, that was the worst caf I’ve ever had, and I’ve never been more grateful for it.”

Echo chuckled; a small smirk spread across his face. “I see you slept well. Surprised to see Sarg still in bed.” You cocked your head, not sure what he was getting at.

“He is usually up first, not able to sleep when people start waking up,” Wrecker filled in.

“It might have something to do with having more people sleeping comfortably,” Tech had walked from the cockpit. “He has said that when there’s more resting heartbeats around him, he is calmer. He was worried about Maxis so possibly having them closer helped him relax.” Tech had kept his voice even when speaking, but it still felt like there was a hint of something.

“What are you—”

“I came back here to let you know we will be landing soon, and someone should wake Hunter.” He turned around before you could address what you wanted.

Echo had grabbed another cup of caf and handed it out for you to take. “Maxis, would you mind? I have a few other things to do and you’re closer.” You squinted your eyes in skepticism at the Clone for a moment, before taking the cup and walking back to the bunks, making a mental note to corner those two and figure out what they were scheming.

Once you crossed the threshold of the room, you slowed down in front of where Hunter was laying. He had fallen asleep on his stomach, his arms under his pillow, and his face turned away from the wall. No bandana in his hair, you could see how thick his locks are, almost a little envious. Really, it suited him, and he knew it. You lowered yourself to the floor, taking a moment to just study his sleeping face. So calm and handsome, in this state you couldn’t see how much the war had taken its toll on him. It was something you could get used to—

“Mesh’la, staring is impolite.” You would never… ever… admit what his sleepy morning voice did to you in that moment. His voice startled you, sloshing some caf onto the floor. He hadn’t yet opened his eyes when he addressed you, but they stared straight through you now.

Say something! “Um… sorry, I didn’t mean… We just… We’re going to be landing soon.” Smooth, about as smooth as this caf.

Hunter chuckled, amused at the effect he had on you in that moment. Slowly he sat up, swinging his legs carefully over the side of the bunk. You had stood up and took a step back to give him space but were still more or less frozen.

“Is… one of those cups for me? Or do you just really enjoy the dirt caf…”

“Oh, right.” You held out the cup, certainly not loving every second he touched your hand. Holy kriff, you needed to get a grip on your life, or you were going to lose your mind. “Uhm, I’ll just…” you looked back to the doorway but then back at him. “Wait, mesh’la?”

A look of surprise took over Hunter’s face for a hot second before a smile took its place. He shook his head, and responded, “It’s Mando’a, I’ll have to teach you some day.” He stood up and walked past you to the main cabin, obviously still avoiding giving a real answer.

“But that doesn’t… what does it mean?” Hunter had already weaved his way through the ship, leaving you wondering. Maybe I’ll ask Tech about the best way to learn a new language.

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Under the ship, you checked and cleaned the landing gear. It had seen better days and probably hadn’t even been washed since the Republic. You worked meticulously, finally able to show more of what you could do now that you didn’t have the possibility of needing a quick escape. The soreness that swam through your muscles sang loudly while you focused, it was clear you needed a break.

Two shadows, one much larger than the other, closed in on the area. Omega didn’t need to crouch all that much as she approached, Wrecker waiting by the side of the ship. “Hey Maxis, you should take a break. Wrecker and I were about to go get our Mantell Mix. It’s a tradition, we get some after every mission.”

You stopped working for a moment. “I didn’t really… I wasn’t a part of the mission. But—”

“You protected the ship from four troopers, I’d say that’s enough to get some Mix.” Wrecker said, with a bit of pride.

“Ah yeah, I guess. Let me put this piece back on and we can go.”

Crawling out from the ship, you wiped the dirt of your pants. Something about Ord Mantell always stuck to you though, but that was a part of its charm. Or that’s what you say to convince yourself. You had explored the market a bit, to pick up supplies and replacements for maintenance, but never really experienced it.

As Omega led the way, you asked, “what exactly is Mantell Mix?”

“Only the best treat in the entire galaxy,” Omega looked back at you, very excited.

“Well, when you mostly have rations, anything would be a treat. Very low bar. I think I’m more concerned about the name, Mantell Mix. A mix of what? Grime and overpriced goods?”

“I think adventure and a hint of sweetness is more like it.”

You chuckled. “Always good at the positive spin, Omega. That’s a good quality.” She beamed.

Once the food was acquired, you could only eat so much of it before deciding that Omega had lied about the ‘hint of sweetness’. But you did your best to show gratitude in being included.

The three of you decided to wander around the open-air shops. You ended up looking at some unrefined gems on display. Not something you would usually stop to look at, but something about the display caught your attention. A crystal, somewhat clear but had a red hue, stuck out.

“See something you like?”

“What… is this?” You pointed to the crystal. “And where did you get it?”

“Ahh, I’m not sure. I travel and trade quite a bit, unfortunately, and don’t remember much about every piece. But if it is to your liking, you should have a closer look.” The owner had a creepy facial expression, you were unsure if they were trying to just sell the item or if they had other motives. But what other motives could they have?

You reached for the crystal but could only hold it for a second due to the extreme pain and pressure you felt from it. Another force echo. Luckily, you pushed yourself out of it quick, only getting a brief glimpse of the horrible feeling, but it stuck to you, sitting heavy on your shoulders. A reminder of the past.

It was a kyber crystal, a synthetic one specifically. This one had been used by a Sith or an apprentice of one, having such a dark and evil aura around the force echo. It made you sick and scared. Suddenly, it felt like all eyes were on you, walls closing in. Fear crept into your mind.

“I’m s-sorry, I have to-… to go.” You swiftly made your way back to the Marauder, leaving Omega and Wrecker behind. The corner you hid in after your fight with the troopers felt like the perfect fit for you at that moment. You curled up in a ball as tightly as you could and hummed to yourself.

It took a while, but everyone made their way back and Hunter was discussing about their next mission that would take place in a few rotations.

Part 9

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Notes:

Mando'a: I assume if you're reading this, you know, but here's a link anyway.

Synthetic Lightsaber/Kyber crystal: One of my favorite things I learned about lightsabers is that the Sith used synthetic crystals and synthetic crystals are normally red, leading to the Sith having mostly red lightsabers. I don't know if that's still considered canon anymore, but for me it is. Image credit

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Head Over Heels

Part I—

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Pairing: Wrecker x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, this chapter is pretty much nothing but fluff

Summary: A feisty little mechanical engineer and a massive clone trooper

The last few months have been rocky to say the least, with the way the war is progressing you have to take on more and more work to pick up the slack left behind from fallen troopers, and enlisted men and women alike. Which means you were suddenly promoted up to senior mechanical engineer on this base, leaving you with five permanent squadrons operating out of this base to look after, as well as any pit stops made by any of the other six hundred some odd battalions in the GAR.

You never thought you would be in a position of command, in any form, being the senior mechanical engineer made you the second most senior person in charge of this base. Base Commander, it sounded stranger with your name in front of it. You always thought you’d be glossed over for a position like this, given your overly enthusiastic and rather sunny disposition. A stark contrast from the clone commanders, and high authority military men that were now your peers. But then again, no one knew GAR technology and space craft mechanics like you did.

Your newest permanent squadron stationed at your base was an odd combination of men, who clashed deeply not only with themselves but also with everyone else around them. Clone Force 99, or The Bad Batch as they had dubbed themselves. You didn’t find them to be all that bad.

Hunter was a bit intimidating at first, any man with half of his face tattooed with a skull could be considered intimidating. But he wasn’t all that bad, he was respectful and tried his best to keep his ragtag squad on their best behavior.

Tech wasn’t so bad either, though he did have a nasty habit of trying to get you to slip up in your technical knowledge and execution. He may be genetically engineered to be smart, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything. And besides he hasn’t succeeded yet in getting you to make a mistake.

Crosshair… okay, there is something to be said for him. He could be horrible sometimes with the things he said and the way he treated people. Even the other members of his own squad.

But the last member, Wrecker. He was something else entirely. Loud, boisterous, funny, incredibly sweet and kind when he wasn’t actively trying to blow something up. You figured since they seemed intent on break every rule they encountered anyway, being in a relationship with Wrecker was worth the risk of getting in trouble with higher command.

It started out fairly innocent, he just liked being around you. Watching you fix various parts of the ship, listening to you talk about whatever it was you’re doing… even if it all went over his head. He just liked to hear your voice and see you get excited over things. As time went on, he liked sitting with you while you ate when taking breaks from your work. Holding your hand and marveling at how itty bitty it was compared to his massive one. Everything about you was smaller and softer than him. But your spirit, your passion, and your smile were larger than life.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of your small, soft hands. Any chance he got he’d pull you away from whatever you were doing to come down to your height and steal a kiss, or snatch you up to come to his height to cuddle you close. When he was sure you really wouldn’t be caught, he’d sneak off with you to explore more of your soft skin. Long nights spent in your private quarters on the base, exploring each other’s bodies and giggling through the effort of trying to keep quite. Being with Wrecker meant being patient. Waiting for the right moment to sneak away, waiting for him to come back from mission, and patient in your love making. Taking a man his size is a challenge for you, but patience pays off, every single time.

Every time they left for an assignment you triple checked their ship, The Havoc Marauder, to make sure it was up to whatever perils they were about to put it through. Usually Tech would hover around, inspecting every little thing you touch. Eventually you’d call out your preflight check complete, and Tech would have to resign himself to accepting your clearance. Crosshair would largely ignore you, or more often find something rude and unpleasant to say. Hunter would usher him on, and remind you of their designated return date. Wrecker always lingered, waiting until his brothers were safely on the ship and not gawking so he could bend down and scoop you up for a hug.

“Bye Tiny,” he’d always say, giving you a squeeze.

“Bye big guy, I’ll see you soon,” you always give him a kiss on the cheek before he sets you down gently and steals a quick kiss on your lips.

They’d usually be gone for a couple days, sometimes a week or two. If they had to stop off at another base, Hunter would usually contact you to be aware of a new return date. You hate getting those calls, not like you don’t have enough to keep you busy when they’re not around. But still, when you’re in a new relationship, the only thing you really want to do is be around them. You missed your loud, energetic mountain of a man.

This time, Hunter had commed you not once, not twice, but three times to push back their estimated return date. Apparently they’d been roped into helping a couple other squads in nearby systems.

“It’s good for our image,” Hunter had said “we don’t exactly have the greatest reputation in the GAR”

“Yes, and I wonder how that came to be?” you laughed knowing Hunter would understand your meaning. Their squad truly wasn’t so horrible, but between Wrecker’s collateral damage and Crosshair’s incessant need to antagonize literally every other member of the GAR, it’s not hard to see why others have such a dim view of them.

“Oh you know, people are just hard to please.” he joked

“Well… stay safe. Don’t break too much on that ship you’re so attached to,” you said, Hunter paused for a moment.

“You wanna talk to him?” he asked, you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Can I?” you asked hopefully

“He’s not provoking Crosshair when he’s talking to you, take as long as you’d like” he said “try not to get him too riled up though, not a lot of privacy on the ship,”

You laughed a bit “No promises Sarge,”

Hunter shook his head and left the cockpit, leaving the com channel open, you could hear him walking away. Heavy footsteps rapidly approach the comlink receiver, even though you can’t see him with the holovid feature turned off you know he’s got a big grin on his face. The door to the cockpit slides shut, and there’s a soft sound of him sinking into the pilots seat.

“Hi Tiny,” he said excitedly.

“Hello handsome, causing trouble?” you asked with a giggle

“Me? Trouble? Nah, I’m a model soldier. Poster child for the Grand Army of the Republic,” he replied.

You spent nearly two hours that night talking to Wrecker over the comlink. About the mission, about how things were going on the base, about plans for when he got back, plans for the future, and nothing at all. Eventually, your eyes were beginning to droop and your responses interspersed with muffled yawns.

“Think it’s time for you to go to bed Tiny,” he laughed

“Hmmm…. you’re probably right. Can’t keep my eyes open,” you mumbled “guess that means it’s time to say goodbye,”

“Goodnight Tiny, see you soon,” he said

“Goodnight Big Guy…. love you,” you realized in your sleepy mind, that was the first time you’d said that to him. Maybe this wasn’t the right time, but you’d been thinking it over and over the last few weeks it just slipped out.

“I love you too baby,” he replied before switching off the comlink.

Wrecker sat back in the silence for a moment, letting the gravity of what you’d just said wash over him.

She loves me! He thought to himself She loves ME!

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt8)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Eight: The Alach Moon Dragon

“Excuse me!” You call out to the captain, sliding past your new companions quickly, hearing Tech chuckle behind you. When the captain ignores you, you call again.

“Excuse me!” You emphasize, getting ignored again as Hunter beelines to the side of the ship, when his intention to dump the small creature curling around his grasp becomes clear, you let go of ladylikeness all together.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You shriek at him, and even the tiny thing perks it head up at your nerve. Behind you, Crosshair laughs. You straighten your posture and clasp your hands together delectly. The captain looks like you’ve shocked the anger out of his system.

“I would very much appreciate it if you were to not throw her overboard.” You state trying to make up for your language.

“I think we’re past pleasantries sweetheart.” Hunter grits out.

“You can say that again, sarge!” Wrecker gleefully calls.

“Thank you Wrecker.” Hunter says dryly. Before looking back at the mini-dragon again, and with a huff, he comes back towards you.

“I’m sorry.” you apologize for a number of things, and if you’re analyzing the interaction the way Tech is, you’d see his gaze soften for the quickest of moments.

“Give me one reason not to dump this thing overboard.” He says holding up his hand where he holds the creature by its scruff. And you see the details of his burn mark more closely, and you can’t make out what are clearly Aurebesh letters, but they look extensive and painful.

“She’s an innocent creature.” You argue, fully aware of the comparisons between the small dragon and yourself. “I’ll take her, she’ll leave the ship with me.”

“Fine.” He says eyeing your wrists when you go to take her in your hands. “The bracelet.” Hunter says with a nod towards the gold on your wrist. In the background you hear someone comment ‘oh for fucks sake Hunter.’ But you ignore them. Sliding the ornate jewelry off of your wrist, juggling with your feathered friend, you drop it into his palm.

“Consider it the fare for two passengers.” You tell him.

“Fine.” He says again, turning his back on you. “I don’t want to see that thing near my quarters.” He calls back, and Tech comes to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Is he referring to the dragon or me?” you inquire.

“I haven't the faintest clue.” Your goggled shipmate admits.

You’ve had your share of awkward meals, forced dinners and luncheons with various upper class pricks. The kind that requires scrunched nose smiles and usually involve your silence or small nods of agreement.

This dinner is decidedly a different kind of awkward, and it’s refreshing to know that the company you’re in feels even more awkward than yourself. You almost enjoy this newfound weirdness as you sit and munch on dried meat with the clones.

“Gonk really likes you, Little Aaray” Wrecker comments through bites of food. You smile genuinely at the lizard on your shoulder.

“I think she’s marvellous.” You say, never having seen anything like her.

“Perhaps she’s drawn to your likeness.” Tech says regarding you both with the curious look that never leaves his face.

“Yes, compare the lady to a spliced organism that's got patchy fur” Crosshair rolls his eyes at his younger brother, and Tech rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

“I meant that they’re both females. And it’s got patchy feathers. Not fur.” He points out. And you huff out a contained giggle.

“Thank you for recognizing that Tech, even in my ruined attire I am indeed a female.” You shoot playfully at him. Having since put your door-stop-boot back on, you’re a little more put together but all in all, still a mess. So you abandon the food and begin to work the pins out of your hair. Gonk perks her head up at your actions with another ‘bloooorg” sounding noise. You reward her with a chin scratch and notice all the eyes on you.

“Do I look that bad?” You tease the speechless clones in front of you. Hunter huffs to himself, Tech apologizes and starts a conversation with Wrecker.

“I’ve seen better.” Crosshair teases, making you laugh.

“So have I, but you don't see me complaining.” You counter without thinking. Slapping a hand over your mouth at the words, how have you lost years of politeness in the span of just a few hours?

“I’m so sorry-” you start an apology to Crosshair as he glares at you. But Wreckers laugh cuts you off.

“Lighten up Cross’air!” He says elbowing him in the side. “She got you good!” he exclaims, and you catch a smile from Tech. You clear your throat and wonder how coruscanti men would’ve reacted to your cheek.

“Can I ask-?”

“No.” Hunter cuts you off, and you take this chance to take in how he looks. Not exactly relaxed but as close to relaxed as he gets. Laying back on the crates wrecker dragged over for chairs, one foot propped on the tallest tower of provisions. His hat covers his face and he leans back on his arms, so you’re only assuming he’s glaring when he interrupts you.

“Sorry.” you mumble picking your ‘food’ up again.

“Ignore him.” Tech says, earning him a side eye from under the hat. “Ask us what you’d like to know.”

“I just, well, I was wondering about…” You trail off and crack your knuckles again, such a bad habit you chide to yourself. Hunter raises an eyebrow as he watches you crack them. - almost impressed at the action.

“About our mutations right?” Tech finishes your sentence, and continues on before you get the chance to nod. “Well you’ve probably deduced by now that Wrecker is the muscle of our operations, whereas I've been gifted with a brilliant mind.” Crosshair scoffs again. “Bless you.” Tech responds without missing a beat. “He-” Tech points to his ashy haired brother, “has exceptional aim, blaster or otherwise, hence him catching you earlier. And Hunter, Hunter’s got enhanced senses, he can feel things before anyone or anything else.” You let out a small ‘oh’ at that. They’re all so different it’s hard to picture them being clones of anybody, much less clones of the same person.

“That’s all very impressive.” You tell him, receiving proud smiles from Wrecker and Tech.

“But what about you?” Crosshair asks, raising a brow.

“Me?” You say with a breath of surprise. “Nothing makes me special.” You brush hair away from the shoulder Gonk is resting on.

“Then why does Nython want you so bad?” You bristle at the name and the twinge of maliciousness in Crosshair's voice. You fumble and look at your feet, moving your hair around in your hands as another nervous habit.

You don’t see Hunter tilt his head so he can see you from under his hat. Nor do you see the soft gaze he regards you with.

“I don’t know.” You respond, finally looking back at Crosshair, “I simply do not know.”

A silence falls over the group that isn’t nearly as comfortable as before, and on the horizon the sun begins to set. Hunter is still watching you from under his hat, he’s still not sure what to make of you. What kind of woman throws her life away as a stowaway? And where did you get this serge of bravery? No matter how hard he tries to hate you for ending up on his ship, he can’t deny the respect you deserve or holding your own against his crew.

And maybe he enjoys how you stare at the sunset, that wondrous look of longing and small smile, like you’re properly seeing it for the first time.

Shit. sunset. They’ve all been sitting around for too long.

You jump as the captain moves, tearing your eyes away from the brilliance of orange and red in the sky. You see his long legs uncross and swing off the crates so he can stand up with a groan.

“Sit rep?” He asks the group, and unsurprisingly tech answers.

“I’ll double check our heading and direction, however, knowing the Corillian Run I suspect we can tie down the sails for the night.”

“Shall we collect our finest blankets for the Aaray over here?” Crosshair asks, he sounds a little sarcastic, but not sarcastic enough to make his comment completely a joke and not hurtful. But his question does make everyone look at you. Where are you going to sleep?

On your shoulder, Gonk doesn't like the eyes on her, and she scrunches her nose, bearing teeth at the crew. Your heart swells, you know she’s being protective of herself but you can’t help but feel like you’ve finally got someone on your side. Even if it is a tiny awkward Moon Dragon.

“There's a bed in the brig.” Hunter says, almost like he’s testing you, or trying to provoke you, or perhaps, both?

“I’m not that dull,” You tell him, “I’m not going back down there.”

“Shame.” He says plainly. You look to Tech for help, thinking that perhaps he is the most reasonable of them all, surrounding, the wind chills you, and you’re envious of the men in thick jackets.

“What about Echo-” Wrecker begins, after no one offering you a space to sleep, you think he took the moment to speak up.

“She’s not taking Echo’s space.” The captain says harshly, and you look up at him from the crate you sit on. “You can sleep on the deck for all I care.” And with that he turns sharply before stalking away to what you assume is the captain's quarters.

“Ignore him.” Tech says, eyeing his sergeant suspiciously. And you take notice of the crinkle that forms right where the brim of his goggles end and his forehead peaks through.

“I do not think ignoring him is advisable.” You chime in, enjoying the huff of approval you get from Crosshair.

“He’s not…” Tech stars, before sighing and putting his food down. “I’ll show you where you can sleep.”

Gonk makes a small movement when you rush to follow Tech, and you guess that whatever kind of creature she is, it is not one of many words- or rather sounds. And as the sun sets, she becomes more lively, hence the name ‘moon dragon.’ you suppose. And as tech leads you below decks to an area that you assume is their dwelling.

Four hammocks are tied in each corner, allowing for maximum space. You can tell that wreckers is the biggest one, embedded into the sturdiest looking post that has notches in it, what they’re counting you don’t know. By sense of deduction, you guess that the folded blankets and organized trunks belong to Tech, and that the disarray of bolts, cleaning rags, and a singular pillow and blanket belongs to crosshair.

That leaves the hammock furthest from the door, to the left is wreckers hammock, and to the right, Techs. You assume this one, which is empty save for a notebook, ink and quill, belongs to ‘Echo’.

“How did he die?” You ask as softly as possible. And tech, who has busied himself in a thickly bound book from his hammock looks up briefly.

“Who?” he asks, going back to the pages.

“Echo…?” you ask again. Bristling when he laughs and flips the book closed.

“He’s not dead,” Tech says, shaking his head, “although I've got no idea how. What made you think he was gone?” You haven't decided how you feel about the way Tech looks at you, like he’s analysing your mind, and every way you answer a question, or move, tells him more than you intend.

“The way the Captain reacted, the fact he’s not here with you…” you trail off looking around the room, and the way the hanging lanterns brush against the dark wood.

“Echo’s waiting for us at Alderaan, he was taken by the Techno Union during the war, and is, well, he’s different now.” he tells you as honestly as possible, while opening the crate by Echo’s spot and grabbing a blanket - mumbling about how it wasn’t properly folded.

“You said that about the captain as well.” You say with a thank you when Tech hands you the blanket.

“Just call him Hunter.” Tech exasperates, “Hunter is a complex man, not easily trusting nor tolerant of many people. He feels betrayed, we all do.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, and watch as he shrugs.

“It’s not your fault.” He tells you, before heading back out to the deck of the ship, leaving you to think about what exactly happened in those wartime days.

Hopping off your shoulder, Gonk climbs the side of the ship, her mismatched eyes and tiny feathers catching the light strangely. It makes you wonder if you’re just as strange to the clones as the Alach Moon Dragon was to yourself.

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[tragedy-for-sale]

I Miss my Brother

Featuring: Wrecker's internal monologue

I made a post some time again that explained Crosshair has to be a mathlete due to his sharp-shooter skills. Then recently, I came up with the idea that Tech always has Crosshair double check his downtime math. But since Crosshair isn't there, Tech's one wrong answer away from losing his shit. Also- another headcanon: Wrecker is very good with emotions, not his own, but others. He's good at comforting and can read someone's mood real quick.

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There are very few things that'll wake up Wrecker in an instant. A crashing ship, Crosshair's laugh, and Echo's cold metal feet against his not metal and not cold body. Oh, and of course, a cry. Yes, those are the four things that will get Wrecker up in a second. Which is why, when he heard a whimper, his eyes shot open. He sat up quietly, 'When they're upset, be slow and quiet, it'll keep them from giving into their stubborn instincts to shove everything down-'

Wrecker scanned the room and found Tech sitting at their fold out table, with several papers spread before him and the fast clicking of a calculator. 'Shit. He's doing math.' Wrecker would never understand how Tech stays on the ship to do math. 'Crosshair does that too but he just takes out all his snipers and giggles like a creep' Wrecker narrowed his eyes and shook his head, not the point. "Uh, Tech?" Wrecker asked.

"I thought I broke my calculator, but it just died." Tech looked up slowly, Tech's goggles had been pushed up, "Then I realized, I cannot use it while it's charging so I fixed that."

"Did you shock yourself or something?" Wrecker asked as he got up and sat across from Tech, who ran his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh.

"No, I've done this problem six times," He looked down and wrote something frantically, "Seven times." He corrected himself. He sounded exhausted, "I can't get passed this problem." Wrecker frowned, 'Tech's not wearing his glasses. Yeah, cause he's gonna cry, why do you think you woke up?!'

"Uh, why?" Wrecker asked as Tech rested his head on the table as he started the problem again. He picked up a piece of paper Tech had covered in the same problem, "I don't see what's wrong, you have plenty of formulas, and those you just plug things into."

"I don't either, Crosshair always checked my math and I know I am correct but I am feeling a great amount of discomfort without his reassurance." Tech whined as he erased his work and started to do the same problem again, for the eighth time, "Also... I'm not correct this time, I have gotten a different answer every time and I cannot figure out why."

Wrecker bit his check, sadness settling in as he watched Tech work frantically, he was stressing himself out, and when Tech stresses out, 'he'll psyche himself out which'll stress him out more. Tech: needs a solution as comfort, hugs won't comfort him, so don't hug him unless he hugs you!' Wrecker nodded to the voice in his head. 'Other solution bud!'

"You're stressed, you should take a quick break." Wrecker suggested.

"No, no I don't need a break, I need to figure out what I am doing wrong." Tech shook his head. Wrecker nodded, he could tell by the look of pure dismay on Tech's face, he was one more wrong answer away from a breakdown. Wrecker continued to watch Tech and tilted his head as Tech snapped his pencil, he grabbed his glasses and slammed them down, they hit the table and bounced to the floor, "I need Crosshair!" He cried, burying his head in his hands, 'I'm not as good as he is.'

"But he's not here-"

"Don't you think I know that?!" Tech hissed, looking up, Wrecker's mouth opened slightly, he hated seeing Tech so unhappy. It didn't even matter that Tech had yelled at him, 'He's in pain, and I'm not the brother he needs. What would the others do?,'

Wrecker begun to think, 'Echo: he'd sit there, pat him on the back, try to learn it and do it for Tech. No no, that wouldn't work, even if Echo solved it correctly, Tech wants to solve it himself and Echo won't remember what he did. So no on Echo, got it! Hunter: He'd make Tech take a break, he needs it, he's literally crying Wrecker! I know, Wrecker but that'll just postpone the solving of this problem and that stresses him out. So no on Hunter too, I guess? Okay, what about Omega? Omega? Wrecker, do you really wanna make her worry? Kid's don't solve grown-up problems, especially emotionally ones, we're all doing pretty shitty in that department so let's not make her think she has any other job besides being our child. Wait- was that Hunter's voice, what's he doing here?-'

Wrecker looked around, Hunter wasn't here, it was just him and Tech. Wait- he knew Hunter wouldn't be back for a while. Wait, not the point, Wrecker! He looked to his brother, 'Aw man, he's really not okay. Hurry up! Okay, okay, uh, us? Us?! Well, okay leeme think, Wrecker: Good at hugs, not as smart as Tech so I couldn't learn it on my own, I don't wanna postpone Tech's stress 'cause he's probably dehydrated and hungry. Not to mention he's been finding excusing not to sleep because without- oh! I know!'

"Oh! I know!" Wrecker looked up with a wide grin, "Teach it to me!" 'I won't understand shit but you'll slow down 'cause you know that makes it easier for me to follow. Hey! We're only talking about you here.' Wrecker made a face, one that disappeared when he saw Tech's face.

"What?" His voice was barely audible, he'd never felt this pathetic. Oh, and his face, it was forever embedded in Wrecker's mind, all the pain Tech easily stowed was so present, all the pain from Crosshair's abscene too. Wrecker had never felt more useless.

"...Uh, yeah, Walk me through the problem, you know how to do it,so by walking me through it, you'll catch whatever's wrong." Wrecker mumbled out, his voice was quiet, partly due to shock, but mainly fear. He didn't have another solution, 'We do actually, it's to pull him into a hug and just let him cry. He needs it, but the last time Tech cried-'

"That's... actually a good idea." Tech said slowly. In that moment, all of Wrecker's growing worry that his brother had finally broke, vanished. Tech slumped his shoulders as he stared at his crumpled papers and snapped pencil. "... It's a good idea, really, it is, but I just can't do this anymore." Tech sighed, standing up.

'Uh... What? That is NOT Tech talking, Wrecker you broke him, you broke our little brother, you big slug, you-' Wrecker's mind then truly stopped working as Tech hugged him. 'NOW THIS REALLY DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE-'

"I'm gonna take a nap instead." Tech mumbled, closing his eyes as he hugged his brother, "I need a very long nap that is actually classified as sleeping." Wrecker slowly nodded, as he wrapped his arms around Tech.

"...Yeah, we can do that." Wrecker said slowly as he walked them to a bed. "We can take a nap, that's an awesome idea Tech." Wrecker yawned, leaning back. "You're super cool and smart and occasionally funny and-" Wrecker had rambled but as they dozed to sleep, all he could say was, "..and I love you."

"I love you, too."

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#hopefully this is edited #if it's not sorry #it's been sitting in my drafts #let the angst trickle in #clones #clone wars #star wars #tcw #sw #tech #bad batch #wrecker #crosshair #I thought it was actually quite sweet #and soft #but angsty

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The Reunion - Part 2

Summary: We meet up with our crew after they have left Barab and after Friday’s episode of the Bad Batch getting their chips removed. Hunter x Reader. Echo x Reader.

A/N: Italics - Past conversations

The quotes Crosshair says during his nightmares are directly from the Bad Batch episodes.  All rights for those quotes, belong directly to the geniuses working on the Bad Batch TV show at Disney.  

Warnings: Slight mention of a beating, nothing described.  Medical procedures.

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“We don’t usually work with regs”

“Grow up, Wrecker”

“If your plans are so good, why did Commander Cody have to call us in?”

“An order is an order”

“Since when?”

“Good soldiers follow orders”

“He had us disobeying orders”

“I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem”

“Disobeying orders again over a kid?”

“You’re becoming a liability”

“You disobeyed orders”

“I did what I thought was right”

“You should have killed that Jedi, you disobeyed orders.”

“You never could see the bigger picture.  Now surrender.”

“Best stand down sergeant, make it easier on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Your move”

“Bad play, Hunter”

“You want to know why they put me in charge? It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done.”

“What seems to be the problem with CT-9904?” Lama Su asked Nala Se

The two Kaminoans looked on behind the one way mirror, “medic, what seems to be the problem with CT-9904?” asked Nala Se.

I looked towards the mirrored glass, “he’s having a nightmare”, I glanced from the mirror to Crosshair that laid on the med bed before me.  The Kaminoans wanted his inhibitor chip to be constantly activated and operating at peak efficiency; if they lost him, they would lose the backing of Admiral Tarkin, something they couldn’t have.  

How I wished Hunter was here?  How I wished I got to the ship in time?  I wished for a lot of things, mostly I wished that Crosshair’s chip hadn’t been activated, and that as the medic for Clone Force 99, I wasn’t the one in charge of keeping his chip activated.  Every time he laid down on that med bed, a little bit of me died.  I had to do this to my friend, my family, Hunter’s brother.  I tried at first to say that the chip was damaged, it wouldn’t activate, but they quickly dealt with my deception, in the form of a beating from two of the Clones who had taken me under their wing.  The beating from the two had knocked me out, when I came to Bad Batch was gone, Omega, my little helper, was gone, and Crosshair had tried to kill his own brothers.  

What’s worse is that Crosshair looked for every opportunity to wound me with his words, he wasn’t my Crosshair, he wasn’t the man I had grown to know and love as a brother.

‘Must be miserable to know you fell in love with a traitor.’

‘How does it feel knowing they left you?’

‘Only the Empire can provide what you need’

‘Join them and die’

“He seems to be having a particularly disturbing dream, he keeps thrashing” that voice, oh I hated that voice, it was responsible for the so called War Mantle project, Vice Admiral Rampart.  How I wish he could be the one on this bed before me, so I could make him suffer, the way he’s making Crosshair suffer.

“Indeed” oh there’s that other voice, Admiral Tarkin.  I loathed both men, and would be happy to see both die a very slow painful death.

“I do not believe we should continue for much longer, the procedure could cause irreparable damage”, I suggested.  I’m sorry Crosshair, I hope you can hear me.  I’m so sorry.  

“Very well” Admiral Tarkin’s voice filled the room, I could almost feel his breath on my skin.  It was revolting.  

“End the procedure, medic Kambe”

“Yes, Prime Minister”

I turned off the machine and watched as Crosshair's tortured face relaxed.  I moved beside him, and disconnected him from the machine, he was still unconscious, at this moment and I could pretend he was still my family, he was still the same Crosshair.  The one who taught me to shoot a target five klicks out.  The one who would tease Hunter and me, when we would go out on a date.  The one who said he always wanted a sister, and was happy I was his.  I discreetly held his hand, rubbing circles with my thumb on the back of his hand.  I’m sorry Crosshair.  I’m so sorry Cross.  

- - - - - - - -

“That medic seems very attached to CT-9904” Admiral Tarkin noticed

“Yes, she was the medic for Clone Force 99.  She got to know them very well and went on several missions with them.”

“Interesting.  She may prove useful.”

“How do you mean Admiral?” Asked Vice Admiral Rampart

“She may know something the clone doesn’t, or she could be used as bait, to bring in the others”

“Admiral, I must protest” Nala Se interjected, “she, unlike the clones, is not Empire property, she is hired by the Kaminoan facility, and works directly for us.”

“And yet, she gets paid via the Empire, does she not?  Or do you pay her directly, Prime Minister?”

“Uh … I would have to check our records, Admiral Tarkin”

“Don’t bother, I have checked already.  She gets paid by the Empire.  She used to receive funds from the Republic, and has subsequently received funds from the Empire, therefore she is a servant and employed by the Empire.  As such, we have the right to do as we wish with our workers.”

“Admiral, I would be more than happy to take over … keeping an eye on the medic” offered Vice Admiral Rampart.

“That is not necessary, it seems we have the best thing to keep an eye on her already” he motioned towards the unconscious clone.  

- - - - - - - - -

Although, I couldn’t hear what was being said behind the glass, I could sense eyes on me.  I grabbed a data pad and pretended to check Crosshair's vitals. If they were going to stay there watching me, then they wouldn’t get anything except a medic doing her job.   There had to be a way to get the chip out of his head, someway to go under the radar.  If Cross was back to normal then he and I would be able to get off of Kamino and find the boys.

I heard the door slide open behind me, “Medic Kambe”, I turned to face Nala Se, she was the only Kaminoan that I could somewhat tolerate, although in the end she was the biggest problem of all, as the Chief Medical Scientist, if it wasn’t for her, so many soldiers wouldn’t have been killed and treated less than they deserved.

“Yes, Nala Se?”

“You can move clone CT-9904 to the recovery room”

“Yes, Nala Se”

She stepped closer to me, it was odd and threw me off.  She disliked me more than anyone else, simply for making the clones feel like people and not property, it was one of the reasons I was assigned to an actual team, rather than the Kaminoan facility in general.  “You need to be careful,” she said in a lowered voice.

I kept busy preparing Cross for transport, “what do you mean?” I asked in a similar whisper, “they’re watching you, they want to use you to bring back Clone Force 99 and Omega.  We can’t have her land in the hands of the Empire.”

“I understand”

“Please be quick about transporting the clone, Admiral Tarkin wishes to see what effect the new enhancement has on CT-9904” she said in a louder voice.

“He has a name”

“He is a clone.  Clone CT-9904.”

“His name is Crosshair!”

“Medic Kambe! One more outburst and I’ll have you restricted to your quarters and brought up on charges of treason. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good” without further word she stepped out of the room, maker I hated her.  I really did.

I looked at Cross one more time, he had a slight scarring from where the machine had performed it’s procedure. My only hope would be to perform surgery at night, or maybe if I was able to go on a mission with Cross again, distract him, get him isolated, and perform the surgery.   We both needed to get out of here, and soon.

- - - - - - -

“I don’t know if the plan will work” Fives offered

“Oh I’m sorry, do you have something better, vod?”

“Listen Phoenix Ghost, we are not judging you, it just seems risky” offered Hunter

“Well, what do you want to do?”  I asked, Rex had just left after we were able to get the chips out of the remaining Bad Batch, the idea was to take the med pod with us, or at the very least take it and hide it on a planet that we could bring Crosshair to.

“Why can’t we just use the method you did before, with the other clones?”

“That would require us going to a safe clone planet, the nearest one has over 500 of your brothers, inhabiting it.  I would gladly take you there, if the Empire thought you were dead.  However, as of right now, the risk is too great that someone would follow you, or someone spot your ship and decide to report you to the Empire simply for credits.  I’m sorry but I’m not putting your brothers at risk.  Either we find a way to bring Crosshair here, or find a way to bring the med pod to Crosshair.”

“Cyar’ika, it’s okay.  We trust you”

“Really, cause if you trusted me, you wouldn’t be questioning the plan right now”

“It’s just dangerous” Tech tried to reassure me.

I couldn’t help the glare that had appeared on my face, “seriously Tech? That’s your pathetic platitude, that it’s just dangerous.  Everything we’ve ever done, from the moment we either joined or were sold to the GAR has been a life filled with danger.  I personally have a scar on almost every quadrant of my body from one injury or another.”

They all looked to Echo, who simply nodded.  Oh that was it, “WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULD LIE ABOUT THAT?!!!”

“No, of course not” Hunter tried to calm me down, but the anger within was growing from their… I guess lack of trust.  

“Cyar’ika”

“Don’t Echo! Don’t Cyar’ika me!”

Echo let out a frustrated breath, being back with Echo was amazing, it’s like we hadn’t missed a beat, all those years being apart had evaporated within a matter of minutes.  

“Fine, ner riduur”

Ugh! Why did he have to tug that cord? All the anger I had a second ago washed away at remembering that we had indeed gotten married, I  dropped my shoulders and my head to my chest.  As soon as we were off Barab, we had found a place to lay low for a few weeks.  Echo didn’t want to waste anymore time and proposed, I didn’t want to waste any time either and said yes.  We both had wasted too many years apart, to waste another second not being with each other, was downright idiotic.

Fives had been his best man, Omega was my flower girl, Hunter walked me down the aisle, Tech officiated and Wrecker stood in as my man of honour.  Rex had come to wish us well, after the ceremony, he pulled me aside and gave me a big bear hug, “I’m happy for you ad’ika.  I wish you nothing but happiness.”

The words were there, but the warmth in the eyes weren’t, “I’m sorry Rex.  I’m sorry I couldn’t…”

He didn’t let me finish, “nothin’ to be sorry about, little one.  You followed your heart to the man you love.  It’s the heart I fell in love with, so how can I be upset about that” his warmth finally reached his eyes, we hugged one more time, “thank you, Rex.  I love you, vod”

“Love you too, vod’ika”

“Alright, let’s come up with another plan than” I offered calmer, I looked over at Echo, and smirked.

“How do you do that?” Whispered Wrecker

“It’s my gift” Echo chuckled, I simply shook my head, “what if we make a medical droid?” Asked Omega

“It is possible” Tech advised

“We are at the scrap yard so we could find the parts we need, it won’t be pretty, but it’ll get the job done” I added, Tech and I sat down to work out a plan and design for the medical droid.

“While we are doing this, maybe the five of you could try to find an actual droid, maybe if there is an actual medical droid, we won’t have to make one” suggested Tech.

“Fine, we know when we’re not wanted,” Fives teased.

“Hey Omega”, I called, she turned towards me, “good suggestion” I winked at her.  She ran over and hugged me, “thanks mo…I mean, thank you Phoenix Ghost”, I returned the hug and looked at Hunter, he had a smirk on his face, “hun, I think your dad’s waiting for you”.  Hunter shot me a look, I couldn’t help but smile back, at the end of the day we were all co-parenting, so what was one or two more parents, uncles, or aunts.  Whatever way she looked at us, we were family.

- - - - - - - - -

“How does it feel, vod?” Fives asked Echo

“How does what, feel?”

“Being married to the love of your life?” He elbowed Echo

Echo couldn’t help the blush that appeared on his face, “like I’m living a dream that I never want to wake up from”.

“Awww, that’s so sweet” shouted Wrecker

“Alright you guys focus, Omega and I will go done here" Hunter motioned to the corridor to his left, "Wrecker, go with Fives and Echo” as Hunter motioned to the corridor on his right.

“Copy that” Fives answered.

Hunter and Omega headed down what looked like a medical hallway, there were all kinds of beds, against the wall, “Hunter?”

“Yes, Omega”

“Are you married?”

“What?”

“Like Phoenix and Echo?”

Hunter didn’t answer for a minute, Omega could see something was bothering him, “I”m sorry, should I not have asked?”

“It’s okay, kid.  No, I’m not married.”

“But there was someone?”

“Yes”

“Medic Kambe?”

Hunter stopped and looked at Omega, “how do you know that?”

“I trained under her as a medical assistant, she always used to mention Clone Force 99”

“That’s how you learned all about us”

Omega nodded, “she treated me like I was …”

“Like you were a person”

Omega nodded, “that’s how she treated us too.”  Hunter continued examining the rooms, and realized more than likely his love had seen what was happening to Omega and how she was treated.  He could see his tiny love stepping up to protect Omega.  Knowing her, she probably even had to fight to be Omega’s trainer.

“Do you think we’ll see her again?”

“I don’t know, kid.  I hope so, I really do.”

“Why didn’t she come with us?”

Hunter let out a sigh, “I don’t know, but something must have happened, otherwise she would have been waiting for us in the hangar.”

“I hope if we do find her, you two get married”

“Really?”

“Yes, she makes you happy.  You clearly make her happy.  She always had a smile on her face when she spoke of you, she kept her biggest smile when she mentioned you specifically.”

Hunter smiled at that, hopefully soon enough, he’ll have his brother back, and his love in his arms.  

- - - - - - -

“Any luck?”

“There’s no such thing as luck” chuckled Fives

“What are you? Obi-wan?” I asked

“Hey how do you think I got so good with the ladies?  I learned from the best” he laughed.

“Fives, you were good with the ladies, because they took pity on you.  Not because you had any of the charm, Obi-wan had.”

“How do you know about Obi-wan’s charms?” Asked Echo.

“Hmm… what, my love?”

“We will discuss this later”

“Whatever you say, ner cyare”

“Oh don’t try and placate me with sweet sayings”

“As fun as it is to be in the middle of what’s probably your first argument” Tech interrupted, “did you find a medical droid?”

“I did!” Shouted Wrecker

“Good.  By the way", Tech directed towards Echo and I, "I would like to see how an argument between married couples proceeds, it would be interesting to learn and see first hand” inquired Tech.

“Yeah, not gonna happen” I said, “let’s get this droid adjusted. Faster we get this thing on the ship, the faster we get out of here, and the faster we can get to Crosshair.”

“I think I have an idea about how to get Crosshair out in the open,” Hunter offered.

“How?” Asked Wrecker

“I’ll tell you guys when we’re back on the ship”

- - - - - - - - - - -

“That’s a bold plan” Fives commented

“But it has the potential for working” I appeased

“How do we know we can trust her?” Tech questioned, “how do we know she didn’t wilfully not show up? Had a change of heart?”

“Come on Tech, you know her.  She loves us.” Hunter looked to the ground before continuing, “she loves me, she would never … She was detained.  I know it.  Something prevented her from meeting us in that hangar.”

“Okay, so you want to send a message that will undoubtedly put her in danger, either on the mission, or before the mission, and definitely after the mission.  Basically, you are okay painting a giant target on her back, Hunter?  Cause that’s what you’re doing by sending that message.”

“I know Phoenix, but it’s the only thing I can think of to do.”

“Then I’ll help to try and limit the damage.  First things first, we are going to need to split up, find a planet to draw their attention to, hopefully one that’s uninhabitable.”

“With lots of ground coverage” offered Wrecker

“No high ground” suggested Tech

“With lots of animals” said Fives, we all turned to look at him, “what? If he can get distracted that gives us an advantage, I’m not crazy”, we all nodded along.  “He does have a point” chimed in Echo.

“What about Felucia?” Hunter suggested

“It’s not inhabitable.  I actually think I have a place.” I offered

“Where?” They all asked at once.

“I can’t say.”

“Well if you can’t say, how can we use it then?” Fives asked

“Because I have to ask permission to go there, it could put someone in danger, and that could be worse then …”

“Then having the Empire after us right now?” Wrecker inquired.

“Yes, actually.  They’re very dear and special to me, I need to …sorry guys, I’m gonna have to take over the bunk for now.”

“Oh” said Echo

“Oh” I nodded.

“Oh what?” Hunter asked

“Ohhh!” Clued in Fives adding, “I thought he was dead.

“About as dead as you and I are”

“What are we talking about?” Wrecker asked Tech

“I don’t know” Tech answered shrugging his shoulders.

“Sorry guys, I can’t say more, or talk more about it.  Like I said, I need the bunk, no one come in until I emerge.  It could be several hours, I suggest we stay in hyperspace as much as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Omega asked as she stepped out of her room.

“Sorry guys, but we can’t talk about it” Fives answered, “just trust us, when we say she needs to do this, and you really can’t disturb her, she needs the quiet.”

- - - - - - - - -

It had been a while since I sat here meditating, trying to connect with my older teacher.  I had been a force-sensitive child, and was about to take the Jedi trials, to be ordained as a Jedi Knight, but the anger within me had proved to be too volatile, with the war in effect.  It was important to not let those who could be in situations where the constant fighting, the constant bloodshed and the insurmountable injustice would be present all the time.  It could lead one to use the force in an unnatural way, causing one to take actions into your own hands.

I closed my eyes, and focused on the force, being one with the force was always easy for me, which was why the Council was concerned when they felt my anger.

“Little one, hmmm? Yes, hmmm”

“Hello Master Yoda”

“Why reach out through the force did you, hmm? Alright are you, hmmm?”

“I seek advice, Master, the advice is not for me, I’m alright, but it is to save two innocents.”

“To save a clone called Crosshair you wish, and medic called Kambe.  Innocent, Kambe is.  However, shed innocent blood, Crosshair has.”

“It’s not his fault, Master, it’s his chip.  If we remove the chip, he’ll be back to his old self.”

“Possible, removing stone from a puddle is, damage the stone caused when thrown in is permanent.  Back, what makes you think the Crosshair you once knew would come, hmm? Hmmmm.”

“Because it happened to one of the clones I am travelling with.  His chip activated, and he tried to kill Omega, the little clone girl, once his chip was removed he went back to normal, although he remembered the incident.”

“Wrecker activated for, how long was, hmm?”

“Not long, maybe about 20 to 30 minutes.”

“Crosshair been activated, how long has, hmm?”

“Since the start of the Empire”

“Over time weeds grow over stone, in the puddle, that is.  When you pull out stone, pull out weeds too.  The damage caused, irreversible, could be.  Prepared to face that consequence are you, hmm? Hmmm?”

“At least he would be free.”

“Of clone life free from, hmm? No.  Free from the Empire, hmm? No.  His other self free from, hmm? Possibly.  Plague his mind constantly, the nightmares of what he has done will.  Carry, can you soothe the pain his soul will, hmm?  If this chip you free him from, have to help carry his burden, you will.  Ready for that are you, hmm?”

“Yes”

“Then I offer, what advice can hmm? Yes, hmmm”

“We need a planet that is shrouded in darkness, with no major high ground, lots of foliage and animals”

“You use Dagobah to draw him out want to, hmm?”

“With your permission, Master, yes.  But if you feel it is too big of a threat, maybe you can recommend another planet, one that can wreak havoc on a sniper.”

“My permission, you have.  I will give you coordinates that will put any in danger not, and your purposes that will serve.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Your anger and your fear I no longer sense.  Changed, what has, young one, hmm?”

“Ever since my ‘death’, I no longer lived for myself but for others.  With the help of others and my skills we were able to save 2500 soldiers.  Brave men, each one.”

“That is all not. Herh herh herh”.

“No, Master.  Ha, never could hide anything from you.  I married the love of my life, Echo”

“Happy for you little one I am.  Continue learning from the force.  Serve you in the future, it will.  To the dark side within you I no longer sense the temptation.  However, to say goodbye to the man you love, be prepared, when the time comes, or to the dark side again find yourself on the path.

“Yes, Master.  Thank you.”

“With you may the force be.  Hmmmm”

“And with you, Master.”

- - - - - - - - -

“How long does this usually take?” Hunter asked Echo

“Once it took her - - - what was it? Fives, 12 hours?”

“I thought it was longer, closer to 15 or 16”

“It depends”

“On what?” Asked Tech

“On how easily I can connect to the force”, I answered.  They all turned to see me emerge from the bunk room, “how long was I in there for?”

“About 8 hours,” Echo answered.

“Do we have a plan?”

“We do, Hunter” I smiled, not only did we have a plan, but I had the privilege to continue learning about the Force, who knows what will happen in the future, but as of right now I was very hopeful.

“So where are we going?” Asked Omega

“Dagobah, we’re going to Dagobah, but first I need to eat, secondly there are a few things we need to discuss and thirdly, only three or four of us should go, the others should keep Omega safe.”

“I feel like there’s going to be a whole Jedi sort feel to this story” Fives laughed

“Well not completely, but you’re not wrong either” I laughed along with him.

“Does that mean, you’re going to tell me how you know about Obi-wan’s charms?” Asked Echo

“You’re never going to leave that alone, are you?” Hunter and Tech got up and headed for the cockpit, Omega headed for her room, Fives and Wrecker headed for the bunk room, leaving Echo and I alone.

“Why won’t you just tell me?”

“Why do I need to tell you about something that is so trifling, and doesn’t matter in our current predicament?”

“Because I need to know”

“You don’t need to know, what you want to know is if I personally experienced his charms, isn’t that true?”

“I … how … that’s …” Echo rubbed the back of his neck after his failure to start his sentence, “that’s not what I want to know.”

“Then why do you keep asking that question”

“I just didn’t think that Jedis, you know”

I just looked at him, “Echo, I married you.  I was learning to become a Jedi, remember?”

“Yeah, but I just didn’t think you were with anyone before me, I thought we had that in common”, that’s what he wanted to know! Man, why was he beating around the bush?

“Echo, my love” I kneeled before, cradling his face with one hand, holding his right hand with my left, “I love you.  Obi-wan is just a horrible flirt.  I was never interested in him.  I wasn’t interested in anyone other than you.  You have been and always will be the love of my life.  No one can compare to you.  They can’t hold a candle to your bravery, your courage, your kindness, your sweetness, the way you care for me, the way you look after your brothers, the way you look after Omega.  You are the best man I have ever known.  No one will ever change my opinion about that.  I love you and only you, and I have never been with anyone other than you.”

Echo looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me, with all the passion he could muster.  “I really wish we had our own room, and our own ship, right now.”

I laughed out loud, “well let’s get to a safe haven where we can pick up another ship, and you and I take an hour for ourselves.”

“I think maybe four hours is needed”

“Ha, if only we had that kind of time my love, an hour and a half?”

“Two”

“Done, but then we have to get this plan under way as soon as we land.”

“I know”, I pressed my forehead against his, soaking in his scent; Master Yoda was right, I would have to prepare myself for the eventuality of losing him for real, one day.  When I had thought I had lost him the first time, it nearly destroyed me, and it was because I wasn’t able to have a future with him.  Wasn’t able to live freely with him.  Now, I could.  If I were to lose him tomorrow, I can be comforted in knowing that I had married, and had been able to love him without reservation.  I would have no regrets with how I loved him.

“I love you, Echo”

“I love you, Phoenix”

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How about this: the Bad Batch all awkwardly flirting with Echo, trying to bring him into their poly relationship?

(ajhsdsjhk yes please I love this)

Echo is many things, but despite what people might believe, oblivious isn’t one of them. He’s an ARC, trained to notice even the smallest details - and in missions, those usually are the difference between life and death. What he wants to say with this is that he has noticed that the bond that unifies the Bad Batch isn’t just a platonic one; it checks out, he thinks: the only people they can lean onto are each other, so it makes sense that they would seek each other out for that too.

What he wasn’t expecting was for them to try and bring him along for the ride, which he appreciates and all but… Well, maybe it’s still too soon, he thinks; he needs time.

Of course, this doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy their awkward attempts at flirting, and what attempts…

 Since Echo’s healthier now he can go back to physical training, which makes Wrecker the happiest.

“I’m gonna show you all my favorite moves!” he exclaims, eager to get started. Although Echo’s eager as well - he really needs to get back on track - he also knows that if he allows him, Wrecker would wreck his shit - he really can see how he got his name.

“Make sure you don’t break anything important, please? I don’t want to be stuck with physical therapy again…” he warns in fact.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…” Wrecker immediately says, smirking, although it doesn’t last for long as he realizes the implications of what he just said, which makes him cringe and stutter. “Um… I mean…”

Echo can’t hold back a chuckle, shaking his head. This doesn’t last long either, because in a moment he immediately goes on the offensive, taking advantage of Wrecker’s distraction to land a kick on his knee, making him lose his balance.

What? Last time Echo checked, there’s no rule against fighting dirty.

 Tech’s way of flirting is more ramble-y than Wrecker’s, but Echo still finds it adorable. He’s so earnest in the way he begins to explain some complicated mechanical process that even though Echo doesn’t understand everything he’s saying, it’s still a delight to listen to him.

Right now he’s listing all the features he installed on his new mechanical arm; some have already gotten lost, but Echo’s gotten most of them.

“I figured you’d want to be still able to connect to machinery and such so if you close your pink like this…” he begins, gently moving Echo’s finger in the way he’s supposed to imitate next time he wants to do it, and soon a valve opens at the center of his palm, making space for a plug that begins to come out, just like a droid’s one. “There!”

“I’m sure it’ll come handy,” Echo says, “Thank you.”

“I’ve also adapted the shape to the rest of your body,” Tech continues, barely registering Echo’s reply. “You’re so well proportioned that I couldn’t not do it…”

“Well proportioned, huh?” Echo repeats, fighting back a smirk. He’s definitely heard worse - he really has - but still that’s not what comes to his mind when he thinks about complimenting someone.

After a solid minute of Tech stuttering, Echo thinks that he must’ve broken him. It’s cute but also he feels kind of bad now, so he decides to do something about it.

“Thank you,” he says then. “Took me a while to get back in shape, so it means a lot that you’d think that.”

Those words seem to calm Tech down, who sheepishly smiles at him.

Echo, of course, smiles back.

 Crosshair’s idea of flirting is, apparently, not insulting him, which Echo appreciates he guesses, but it’s still peculiar.

“You shoot well for a reg.”

“Thanks?” Echo says. He’s never sure about how to reply to Crosshair when he tells him this stuff; he supposes it could be worse - he’s heard Crosshair says way worse - but it seems that the sniper has some sort of soft spot for him, not that he admitted it of course.

They’re firing guns at the improvised shooting range they’ve created for Echo. Now that he can move better he needs to improve his aim to get back to his previous levels; thankfully muscle memory is still a thing, so it’s going faster than anticipated. Still, it’s hard to keep up with an expert marksman such as Crosshair, though Echo likes the challenge.

“Really, you’re recovering much faster that I thought.”

Oh, this is new: usually Crosshair is a man of few words, but today he’s trying to strike a conversation - at least this is how Echo is interpreting it.

“I am, and it’s also thanks to you,” he replies, smiling at him, because it’s true: they’re helping him in many ways that he would’ve never expected, and he’s truly grateful that they’ve taken him in with so little hesitation.

Crosshair reels back like he’s just been hit on his stomach.

“Yeah, right…” he mutters. “Let’s get back to target practice. We’ve lost enough time already…”

A chuckle leaves Echo’s lips.

“Yessir.”

 The way Hunter flirts is different from the others’: it’s less wordy or more physical.

Echo doesn’t mind that at all - it reminds him of Fives actually - but there’s always some hesitation in the way Hunter touches him, though he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s afraid he’d hurt him or because he thinks he might be overstepping some sort of unsaid boundary, which is beginning to unnerve Echo, especially if he’s doing it for the first reason.

Eventually, in fact, he snaps: they’re walking back to the Havoc Marauder, and Hunter’s hand is hovering over Echo’s shoulder, barely touching it. That’s the final straw.

Echo takes Hunter’s hand and draws it closer so that it’s actually resting on his shoulder. There.

“E-Echo?”

“I’m not going to break just because of a touch, Hunter,” he explains.

“O-Of course,” the other stutters, making a pause and then squeezing Echo’s shoulder with his hand. “… Is this okay, then?”

Echo nods, his hand still over Hunter’s.

At least they’re going somewhere…

 “Wait! So you knew?”

Echo laughs at those words. Many things have changed since those awkward flirting attempts, and now Echo can say that he’s officially part of the group, officially as in he now cuddles with them and kisses them and… other stuff too.

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” he says then. He feels Wrecker shift from behind, but he doesn’t move away. He’s not going to lie: he missed cuddle piles, especially with these many people.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” Tech, settled between his legs, asks.

That surely is a question. Well, there are many reasons why he didn’t say anything at first, but Echo decides to just shrug. “Was funnier.”

He hears chuckling on his left and he turns towards Crosshair.

“I knew there was a reason why I like you.”

Echo doesn’t have the time to say anything because Cross’ lips are on his. He smiles into the kiss, especially when he feels Hunter hugging his waist.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

Yes, it did indeed.

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So this is love

Requested: “could I please have Princess!Reader who Crosshair ‘volunteers’ to guard while he tries to not fall for her, yet he does, and he’s a total gentleman and romantic, eugh. I need some love right now”

I’m so sorry this is late. I was suppose to post this Monday and I didn’t. Sorry cyar’ika, I hope you like it though🥺

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“Listen, all we need is someone to guard her for the day, her mother and I have some matters to discuss. We hate for her to be in our problems she shouldn’t have to be in right now” your father exclaimed, holding your mothers hand as she nodded, “listen your highness, we have our hands full right now. We have a kid we also need to take care of” “we could pay you handsomely” Hunter seemed to think about the offer, they needed the credits, especially in a trying time such as now. “Alright. Crosshair will do it” Hunter said as Crosshairs head turned towards him, he was not expecting this.

“Hunter. I’m needed on your side, not, walking along side some fake royalty” He spoke, your parents a little offended, Hunter turned and put a hand on his brothers shoulder, “the planets pretty peaceful, this is easy money. Just watch the princess until we come back, they did say they were going to pay us well. We’ll be back before nightfall, you only have a few hours” he turned back around to negotiate further terms. Crosshair groaned, he was meant for a better job, not whatever he was ‘chosen to do’. He could be serving in the military yet here he was, being a lap dog for some wanna be princess. “Very well, follow me” your father pointed his hand towards the castle, Wrecker laughed as Tech didn’t seemed fazed at all. Echo didn’t have anything to say, even he thought he could do a better job than Crosshair.

“This better be worth it” Crosshair spoke, pushing past Hunter while hitting his shoulder with his, sliding his helmet on and walking after your parents. “Why him Hunter?” Echo asked, folding his arms, “because he’s willing to do what needs to be done” Hunter said, watching his brother disappear behind the big doors until they closed. “Alright, let’s go” “uh Hunter. How long are we going to be gone for exactly?” “Long enough for him to get that attitude straight” Tech bumped in, “I believe that leaving him on a planet he’s never been on, to be a guard while we go off, will not affect his behavior on accepting and listening to you. However, it will probably only make him upset” “since when has he ever been happy?” Echo said, shaking his head since he could never think of a time Crosshair was happy. “He’ll be fine, it’s not like we’re leaving him for good”

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“This way.. Crosshair? Correct?” “Yes.” Crosshair was a lot taller than the guards at the palace, and whenever he passed some. They’d grow a little bit intimidated, but he couldn’t do anything. After all, it is a peaceful planet, so danger wouldn’t be common, right? He stopped abruptly when your parents did, almost bumping into them, he took a step back, “now, that’s all you’re doing. Just guarding her, bring her back before sundown. If she tries anything, bring her right back here” you father ordered, “mother” you parents turned to face you, making Crosshair do the same. You were a lot different than he had expected, he’s found you almost... endearing, really. He tuned out whatever you dad was saying, nodding along. Ok, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

He watched as you approached him, “I’m uh, ready” you looked down, you’ve never really been around clones, and he looked more rugged than the original stormtroopers. He gave a quick nod, you turned to wave, signaling you were leaving. You didn’t know how to start a conversation between you two, it was awkward, a bit embarrassing. He hasn’t said one word, at least you haven’t heard him say anything, you pulled the hood over your head further, wanting to just disappear into it instead of walking around with a stranger you’ve never seen who now has to guard you. You’d rather have one of your guards, they were easy to talk to, you were about to open the door but the Clone did, letting you walk through until he closed it, standing behind you once again. “Vor entye” you thanked him

“You know Mando’a?” He started, you looked at him wide eyed, not expecting him to speak so soon. “I do, my mother taught me. My father doesn’t know any, you?” You asked, looking around the streets filled with people, kids ran across playing with a ball while the adults talked and vendors were making money. “A little” you hummed, talking the left walkway first, “I assumed as much, considering you travel around the galaxy and talk to so many other people” he turned his head, “have you ever been off world?” Oh well, he might as well get to know you if he’s going to be with you for some time. “No, unfortunately. My parents won’t allow it, they don’t even trust me to take a walk by myself” you sounded upset, “and they promised me that I could have this day to myself, but yet here you are” he stopped for a second, maybe this planet wasn’t that all peaceful

He caught up to you, who was looking at the items that littered the table in front you, “so tell me, princess” he made the word princess sound silly, you rolled your eyes and turned to meet him, his helmet still hid his face, “yes, trooper?” You teased back, he wanted to know more about what really was going on behind the fake set up, if you sounded that distraught, then who knows what happens when you’re alone. “Did you want to take a walk today? Or were you made to?” You smirked at him, “my parents wanted to test my social skills. l, I guess you could put it that way. They’re just getting me ready” you turned back around, walking to another shop.

This didn’t seem that hard, maybe he could find out before the day ended, “ready? For?” You scoffed, “are you really asking me that?” He wasn’t expecting for the snap back, he’s never been around royalty so he stood there, waiting for your explanation, “for marriage? Two planets or two cities come together?” You even motioned it to him, he only watched, nodding along when he finally pieced it all together. “And how, is this going to help?” He asked, as you paid for the item you bought and put it in the bag you carried. He offered to carry it for you, and you reluctantly gave it to him, he swung it over his shoulder, next to his rifle. “Well, I could find out what my ‘husband’ would want for dinner. Clothes, etc. etc.” you explained, “I thought royalty got whatever they wanted” “that’s probably what non royalty think. But we’re just like everyone else, we still have to pay. And the Queen, Princess, Bride whatever you want to call them, still have to have their priorities set straight. It’s not fair that my parents met off world on their own planets when I can’t. They’re finding one for me”

He nodded his head, now he understood. He watched you as grabbed something again, his eyes followed the person he seen lurking around the shop. Looking over at you every now and then, he moved closer, “and does everyone have priorities?” He asked, motioning the civilians. “Mm, no. Some yes, they do, others don’t, why?” You faced him, looking around to see what he was worried about, “just wondering” “I see, well. I don’t feel like buying anything really, come on” you pulled his hand, he was not ready for that. He followed around like a lost puppy, his face red underneath the helmet. He barely held your hand back, unsure if you wanted him to hold it or not. “Come on, I want to show you something”

You both weaved through the crowd, he wouldn’t admit that even he was excited to see what you had to show him. Once he notice you slow down, he knew what you meant, it was a small clearing with the two suns. “Tell me..” “Crosshair” “Crosshair, what’s it like out there? Is it pretty? Better than here?” He looked over at where you were looking. He sighed out, “not exactly, some planets may look nice, but they’re still bad out there” “oh... what about the planets. Are there a lot? I mean I know are, but I feel like there’s limit to them” it bothered him knowing that you were so closed in and you didn’t know much about off world. “There are many planets, some, better than others” you looked at him, his hand went up to his helmet, pulling it off. You quickly turned away, shielding your hands from his face

“What are you doing?” He asked “I thought you might like privacy” you frantically said, he almost laughed, “no, you’re fine” “a-are you sure, because most people like you don’t take their helmet off in front of other people” he pushed your hands down, “what, other people?” He questioned, you slowly faced him, taking in his features, “people like.. Mandalorians” “Mandalorians?” “Yeah, he have quite a few visit every now and then” he eyed you down while you pushed off your hood. He got an even better look at you, he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. He looked down to see that he was still holding your wrists. He backed off, looking away and standing there. You frowned, maybe it was something you did.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have” you apologized, walking off and waiting for him back at the alley, he put his helmet back on. Following you, it was almost evening. You were quiet after that, now it was his turn to feel awkward. You both took your time, every waking moment he spent with you felt like he’s known you for eternity. Some moments he found that he just wanted to stare at you while you talked about what you loved and what you wanted to to do. The stars in your eyes shined, the way they lit up whenever he asked about something from your culture.

Is this how you felt when you first met him? His head hung low while still following your footsteps, he looked up to see another pair of shoes in front of you, he glared at the person behind his visor. What was he demanding from you? He couldn’t hear, but he didn’t want this to go on any further, he stood up straight, pushing you behind him as he shook his head in a ‘no’ manner to the person. Once they knew to stand down, they did, walking off shortly while he turned to face you. “They didn’t do anything, did they?” “No... no I’m fine. I think we should head back” you both didn’t travel far, is this as far as you wanted to go?

“That’s it?” He questioned, he could still see the palace from where he stood. “What is?” You asked, “this is as far as you want to go?” “It’s getting late Crosshair, I’m suppose to be back by nightfall” you both had plenty of time, but why would you want to go back so early? He stood there, baffled at how you were paranoid to be out late, and you were being controlled more than you even knew. Even he could see it when he first met you. The somewhat sad expression he noticed whenever you looked up at the sky and seen night creep closer, “come on” he grabbed your hand, pulling you along side him as he walked around with you. “Crosshair, I think it’s best to go back. My parents are going to send guards soon” he ignored your protest, you had more than enough time to go do more things.

An hour or so later, you both found yourselves in a nice restaurant, he told you everything you wanted to know. He’d gotten to know your past and what you did growing up, must have been boring. He answered all your questions you had about off world, even listening to his stories about the time he went Gino battle. He stood up, coming over to your side and holding a hand out. You noticed how comfortable he had gotten in the past few hours, he helped you up as you both walked out the restaurant, then away from the crowd and into a small field. He was still getting use to being squished by people, so being alone would comfort him a little. “Cross” you called out, his helmet under one arm as the other was wrapped around your shoulder. “What is it?” “I.. just wanted to thank you. For today, this probably has to be my first time ever, outside with this much freedom. I’m surprised you haven’t taken me back yet” “you haven’t tried anything yet” he teased, “But all good things come to end” you looked down, holding your hands as he pondered about what just happened.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted. He pushed your hood off and pushed your head up and bent down to your lips. Softly taking them in his as you fell into it. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, he was suppose to only be watching you. Your father said nothing about talking... or falling in love, did he? But if he didn’t say anything about that, then maybe he just did. He moved closer to you, your hands found their way to his sides, where his armor wasn’t protecting. He tensed under your movements. He moved away, only leaving him wanting more, so he dropped his helmet and cupped your face in his hands. Bringing you in for another, his hands wandered down your shoulders and to your hips. Settling for the your lower back as you both tried to come as close as possible.

You pulled back with a gasp, heaving breathing as your hand fell on his chest plate. “Cross, I love-” he listened carefully, he knew what you were going to say and he wanted to hear it. He just couldn’t make the first move until you did, the past hours spent with you were probably the best ones he’s ever had. Something grew between you when you two, he started the day not wanting to do this, and at the end, he would do anything to be with you again like this. “Crosshair, I hope you you took the princess back. We’re almost there” he almost commed Hunter back to shut up. You pulled away without finishing your sentence. He didn’t even get to hear it, the cold air blew against the warmth you provided him, he shivered a little, expecting you to come back. “He’s right Crosshair. We should head back” “Y/n” “no, it’s getting late. I don’t want you getting in trouble” you said as you picked his helmet up off the ground and pushed it towards him. Walking off as he followed behind.

“Crosshair” Hunter commed again, trying to call for his brother but Crosshair could only think about the past minute. How you were so close he could feel the beating of your heart through his armor. The warmth you brought him and your soft gentle touches along his side. Was this love? Had he actually found someone to stay with? Or was this his feelings messing with him, he’s never been so close to someone before, And he definitely did not mind you being. “Crosshair” “what. What. What?” He finally answer back, snapping at his brother for ruining something he never thought he wanted. He kept an eye on you as you walked back to the palace, “we’re talking with the King and Queen, once you bring her back is when we’ll get paid. So I suggest you hurry” “you’ve told me before, you don’t need to tell me again.” He turned off his radio, catching up to you

The people who came too close to you were shoved out of the way since it also scared him that if you did come back late, guards would come, and his brothers were at the palace, that would mean there would be many there. He wondered just how many suitors were in line for you, how you spoke about not wanting to marry any of them earlier. Why would you kiss him? All the thinking about love and his feelings were giving him a headache, particularly where his chip use to be. He shook his head trying to rid the feeling, the large doors were now in front of the both of you. You looked hesitant to knock, “Y/n” he called out, his modulator matching his hushed tone. You looked over, his gloved hands tried to hold yours, the shadows from the door blocked the view of anyone looking, “yes, Crosshair?” Your voice. So frail, so soft.

He took his helmet off as you slid your hood off as well. He rested his helmet under his arm, while he took off his glove. He pulled you closer, this was probably the only time he’ll ever get to do this again, he brought the flower he held behind his back, fixing it into your hair as he pushed it back. “Tell me you love me” he can’t believe that he actually said that, but it was true, he couldn’t love you until you said you did, and you almost did. “Cross, I love you” it didn’t sound as real as before, but he took it nonetheless. The doors started to open, “I love you too Mesh’la” he gave you one last kiss, pulling your hood up to hide the flower, then sliding his helmet on before acting like he only did what he was suppose too. Your hand left his side as he felt the snap of a button and stood up again

He let you walk through, following until you both went and met your parents. Another group of Clones just like Cross were there too, “Y/n, how was your day?” You mother asked, fixing your clothes and making you presentable. “It was fine” the others thought you spoke fine and how royalty should, but Cross knew that it was just a play. Fake. “Now, how do we thank Crosshair?” Your father asked, pushing you forward to him, you didn’t want to make it seem like you had gotten comfortable around him. “Thank you, Crosshair, for today” you didn’t look at him, the feelings would only come back. Crosshair looked around making sure his brothers weren’t listening before speaking, “You’re welcome...Cyar’ika” you only hoped your mother hadn’t heard. You turned and seen her talking to the other Clones and your father, you smiled and shook your head at Crosshair. You could see by how his armor moved he laughed a little as well. “Go on a clean up now” your mother ushered you as gave Crosshair one last smile before leaving.

He didn’t even get to tell you that he would see you again. That may have not been true, and he knows he might not ever see you again, he watched as his Hunter grabbed the boxful of credits. He was getting paid from his happiness from, love, if you will. He didn’t do or say anything when your father thanked him one last time, the Batch looked at him then left. He was quiet on the way back, even Tech tried to start a conversation with him. Back on the Marauder, everyone went their separate ways, Crosshair went to his bed, Echo not to far, while Wrecker and Omega played with Lula and Batcher. Hunter and Tech were up at the front figuring out where to go next. Crosshair put his stuff away, standing his rifle up against the wall and his Helmet on his cleaning kit. Then he remembered your bag!

He took it off, looking through it only to find a few flowers and, a teddy bear much like Lula? He stifled a laugh, he sat it up on his bed and put your bag in his locker. He reached to grab whatever was in his pocket around his belt, and it was your necklace. When did you give it to him? Was it when you first bought something? Or at the restaurant maybe? It didn’t matter, he felt bad for not giving it back. “That looks like the doll I told my friend to get” Omega pointed out, Crosshair only scoffed, and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. “I heard she got it today, at the market” he attention piqued since he was at the market with ‘Omegas friend’ that was a ‘she’ “what’s her name?” He asked, looking over at Omega while she held Lula and pretended to play with the doll that he had. “Y/n, she lives here too, but I didn’t get a chance to see her since we were doing that mission” his eyes widen at your name. You. You were friend with Omega? He nodded, maybe you were going to see each other again soon.

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This request was from long ago and I’m so sorry. I wanted to make it better but I have other, so part 2 will be even better. I promise!

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