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jedipoodoo · 8 months

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This might be a weird request, you don't have to write this okay! But... How about Imperal bad batch ( seperated) and pregnant reader? Hunter turns into the darks side while his wife is pregnant (almost like Anakin and Padme

THIS REQUEST GOT ME LIKE

Ma'am, I will answer any and all requests for a pregnant reader and you know that. I'm sorry for taking so long, but I really wanted to do this one justice 😁

Haunted (Imperial! Hunter x Pregnant!Fem!Reader)

Okay, so most of my Dad Batch shorts mention keeping the baby from the kaminoans and the like, so....what if they couldn't keep the baby from them???

Warnings: labor and delivery, pregnancy (obvi), kidnapping, The Empire sucks, Nala Se is a pain in the shebs, Nobody likes Wilhuff Tarkin. This one is a lot darker than my usual stuff. Dark may be too strong of a word for it, but idk how else to put it.

Notes: what it says on the label. Pregnant reader, female reader. Hunter is manipulated. Protective Hunter, Angst without a happy ending...yet. Dividers by @saradika

"Hold on just a minute more, cyare, we're almost there," Hunter urged. Echo peeked around the corner, signaling for Hunter to freeze. Hunter, holding one of your hands to lead you and wrapping the other around your waist to hold you upright, pulled you against the wall to keep from being seen around the corner. He could hear the slow, meandering gait of a Kaminoan as they walked past the hall, unsuspecting, taking all the time in the world while you struggled not to whimper at the pain in Hunter's arms.

Hunter gently patted your belly, as if that would make everything better.

"You're doing great," He whispered.

"I'm gonna kill you," You growled.

Echo hissed a warning, waving you both forward. The Kaminoan was gone.

Your comm beeped softly, and Hunter snatched it up, trying to get you to move faster when all you could do was waddle.

"Come in, Tech."

"The medical wing has been cleared. Wrecker and Crosshair will stand guard."

"Good. We're two minutes out."

"AHH!" Your knees gave out as a contraction tore through your body, and you almost slipped out of Hunter's arms.

Hunter gently lowered you to the floor to let you catch your breath, "Breathe, sweetheart, just keep breathing," He urged. It was in some stupid holo-article that he had read online, and despite the amount of research he'd put into labor and delivery, that tactic in particular was starting to get super annoying. Breathing was one of the last things on your mind when you had

"Is that one worse than the last few?" Echo asked. He was trying to be gentle, force bless him he was, but his grip on your arm was struggling not to pull you to your feet and drag you to safety.

You looked up at Hunter, and froze. Despite the fact that every single thing he was trying to do at the moment was annoying you to no end, you could see the fear quavering in his eyes.

You all knew that if the Kaminoans found you, as arrogant and self-serving as they were, they would unquestionably seize your child as Kaminoan property, enfolding him (or her) into the sea of identical brothers bred for slaughter. Neither Hunter or his brothers were going to let that happen.

"Osik," Hunter muttered none too softly. You followed his gaze to the floor, where a sticky puddle was forming from your water breaking. Osik was right.

Hunter slipped his arms under your legs and your back and hefted you in the air. He didn't even wait for the all-clear from Echo, he just ran to the med-wing.

"Hunter, I can walk-" but the next contraction stole your breath and proved you wrong. Hunter ran faster, and you could hear Echo struggling to catch up with you. You wrapped your arms around Hunter's neck and prayed.

Wrecker and Crosshair waved you past, sealing the door shut behind you. Only Tech and a single med-droid were in the tiny medical wing they had managed to clear.

"The droid's memory will be wiped the moment we are finished," Tech promised before you could voice your worries. Hunter gently sat you on the table, bracing your feet in the stirrups.

"Her contractions are two minutes and thirty seconds apart," Hunter said. The droid quickly ran a few scans to confirm and Tech handed you a large sheet of paper that hardly counted as a robe.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You gulped, bracing yourself against another contraction. Whether or not you were ready, your baby was coming.

There was pounding on the door, but you could barely hear their demands of "Open up in there!" over the squalls of your baby.

"It's a boy," Tech said, almost as an afterthought as the droid cut the umbilical cord.

Hunter pressed his lips to your forehead, despite how sweaty and gross you felt. "Good job, cyare," He whispered, "You did so good."

You nodded, unable to think straight. "The baby..." You reached for the child bundled in Tech's arms. Hunter sprung to his feet and took them from Tech as gently as he could, bringing the baby back over to you.

"Oh," You gasped softly, running a finger across their cheek. It was a little sticky, like something that had been dried haphazardly, and their hair was still slick with blood and fluids, but you brushed it out with your fingers, letting the dark curls spring into place as he wriggled with all his newborn strength.

"He looks just like you, Hunter," You whispered.

"The spitting image," Tech had already shut down the droid to wipe its memory circuits, and you took the baby from Hunter, pressing him against your chest.

"Mama's here, Mama's here," You said, kissing the baby over and over.

The pounding on the door had stopped, but there was lots of shouting. Hunter's gaze darted to the door as he heard Wrecker cry out.

"We've got to get you out of here," He said, pulling you to your feet. You stumbled like a newborn fathier colt, leaning against him.

"I-I can't," You gasped. You tried to give him the baby, "You have to take him,"

"I'm not leaving you," He insisted.

"Now is not the time for affectionate stubbornness, Hunter, she's right. You have to get him out of here before-"

There was blasterfire in the hall, and you saw sparks fly as several bolts hit the door. Your son wailed unhappily and you reached for him, only to pull your hand back at the last moment.

"Go!" You begged Hunter, but it was too late.

The door that Tech had painstakingly sealed shut slid open, and eight shock troopers pointed their blasters into the room, aiming for you, Hunter, and the baby.

"Place the infant on the table and step back," Their captain commanded.

"No," Ever the contrarian, Hunter shielded your son from their view.

You hadn't even named him yet.

Just beyond the wall of troopers, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo had all been forced to their knees with their hands behind their heads. The bodies of several other Shock Troopers and Kaminoan security troopers were strewn about the hall, dead or alive it was hard to tell, but the Batch wasn't going down without a fight.

Admiral Tarkin stepped into the doorway to take in the damage for himself, but what made your blood run cold was Nala Se standing behind him.

"You will not take my child!" You screamed. stumbling to your feet to stand between your son and the blasters.

"Your child is Kaminoan property," Nala Se said calmly, despite the bodies of her creation littered around her.

"Imperial Property," Tarkin corrected harshly, "Much like your supposed lover and his squad. Lieutenant, you are stripped of your title and imprisoned for your crimes. CT-9901, you are also henceforth removed from your post as Sergeant. You are all under arrest."

"She has just given birth!" Tech finally spoke up, "She will not be going anywhere until she heals! Unless you wish to have her death on your hands?"

You hadn't even named him yet.

Tarkin shrugged, "Dead or alive, it makes no difference." He waved to the troopers who approached with several sets of binder cuffs like the others wore.

"No!" You screamed and leaped at the troopers. You were unable to do more than crash into them, but it gave Hunter a shot at getting through, and that was all you could hope for.

With your son secured to his chest, Hunter dashed out of the room and past the astonished Nala Se and a flabbergasted Tarkin. You smirked to yourself as you slid down to the floor, breathing heavily.

Tech grabbed your arm to steady you, and both of you were grabbed by the troopers

Hunter knew the halls of Kamino like the back of his hand. Once he made it past the original wave, there was little to stop the (former) sergeant of Clone Force Ninety-Nine.

His baby whimpered in his arms, and he hurriedly hushed them.

He'd come back for you later, or maybe his brothers would help you escape, somewhere quiet and peaceful like you'd always talked about after the war. Somewhere you could raise your family in peace.

But for now, he was only worried about doing what you'd said, and that was getting your son to safety.

"It's alright, ad'ika, we're gonna get you out of here," He whispered, pressing his lips against the boy's forehead.

"I'll keep you safe."

Alarms blared to signal his escape, which made it harder to calm the baby, but also simultaneously hid their cries.

Hunter wished that his brothers were with him, but they had all agreed to this. They had all insisted that your child was priority, and they would defend it like one of their Vode, just as they had when you joined them.

Hunter ran faster, on deft feet, always knowing which hall to take in order to avoid a clumsy stampede.

The Marauder was docked in the bay closest to the medwing, Echo needed a checkup after their last mission, but it seemed serendipitous when your contractions started in the early morning. You knew the Kaminoans would see this as openly flaunting your blatant disregard for their authority in their own city. You'd wanted to have your baby anywhere but Tipoca City, but then you'd received orders to return to Kamino with the end of the war.

Hunter grit his teeth, avoiding patrols was keeping him from going as fast as he'd like,and his son's cries were getting more and more agitated. It was a pitiful replacement, but he stuck his finger in the child's mouth to let him suck on it. As soon as he took off, he could give him the formula aboard the Marauder and look him over.

"Most childcare experts agree that there is a distinct possibility that hyperspace travel at such a delicate stage can be detrimental to child's development," Tech's voice echoed in Hunter's mind. But that couldn't be helped right now.

He turned the corner towards the bay, but it was blocked by another squad of Shock Troopers. Before he could think, he drew his blaster.

"Hunter!" You screamed in terror. Hunter's blood ran ice-cold as he spotted you.

You were on your knees, held upright by two troopers, and an Admiral (or someone else who wore one of those gray suits) had a blaster pointed at your head. Tarkin met Hunter's gaze with a smug smile.

"You made a valiant effort in your escape, Sergeant. I can only imagine how much that child means to you."

Hunter shifted the baby, holding him closer. The boy was starting to grow frantic again, now that he didn't have anything to suck on.

"However," Tarkin continued, "Much like yourself, the child is now property of the Galactic Empire. Attempting to steal him is treason."

"If I'm already committing treason, I might as well shoot you here and seal the deal." Hunter focused his aim on Tarkin.

"You could, couldn't you?" Tarkin barked a cold, humorless laugh,

"However, the moment you open fire, Vice Admiral Rampart has orders to shoot at point-blank range."

You shook your head desperately. "Hunter, don't!"

"Hand over the infant, now!" Tarkin said. His lackey in an identical suit pressed the blaster to the base of your throat, cutting off your protest.

"What will it be: the child? Or it's mother?" Tarkin sneered.

It was over. Hunter knew that. Even if he did as you asked, he still wouldn't be able to get past the Shock Troopers. His sons cries were like ringing in his ears as he tossed his blaster to the side.

They took his son from his arms, and all he could say was "Support his head!" as they turned away so that Hunter couldn't even see him anymore, but he listened to his cries as they were dragged in opposite directions.

You and Hunter were brought to what sufficed as the brig in Tipoca City. Tech, Echo, Crosshair, and Wrecker were already there, and they hurried to make room for you to sit on the only bench available. Your legs were shaking terribly, and you were sore all over. The pain medication Tech had given you was starting to wear off. Tech gave you a once-over as best he could without his datapad or any medical gear.

"Most of this recovery takes several months anyway, even without the added stress you've been through," He said, it what must have been an objectively positive observation, but only served to remind you of everything you had just lost.

"Where's the kid?" Crosshair demanded. Hunter couldn't even look him in the eye from the insane guilt he felt at giving up his son. All you could do was cry.

Crosshair cursed and slammed his fist against the wall, though he didn't know what he was expecting from an operation like this. Clone Force 99 had never known failure like this before, it was a foreign feeling to them.

Hunter refused to let himself cry. He had to be strong for his brothers, for you and your son. He had to get you out of there, somehow.

He didn't even know how you could bare to look at him for such a catastrophic failure, but you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him close to you.

"We...we didn't even get to name him," You whimpered in Hunter's arms.

Hunter's jaw stiffened atop the crown of your head.

"Well, let's name him now."

It felt slightly pathetic, sobbing in a jail cell over a child that had been ripped from your arms, but the idea of naming him felt like a rousing battle cry deep in your soul. The Kaminoans hated the names that the clones gave each other, and despite all the nicknames that they claimed and gave to each other, at the end of the day only their numbers were written on reports and official documentation.

But your son wasn't a clone. He was your son. And he would have a name from birth.

"Asher." You said. Where you came from, the name symbolized hope, of something beautiful and precious being created from the ashes of destruction. Something like your life as a family.

Hunter nodded, gently rubbing circles into your shoulders. "Asher it is."

"CT-9901, you need to come with us."

Ice encased your heart as the shock troopers approached the makeshift cell, deactivating the shield.

"Don't," You begged, looking up at him as your hands dug into his shirt, holding on for dear life.

"I have to," He whispered, working your fingers loose so he could stand.

"She's right," Echo said loudly, standing up.

"Yes, we stay together." Tech stepped between Hunter and the shock trooper.

The trooper did not take kindly to this show of defiance, and drove the butt of his blaster into Tech's stomach. Tech fell to his knees as he gasped in pain, and the others all stood ready to fight, but knowing it was fruitless.

"Enough," Hunter stood, motioning to his brothers to stand down.

"I'll go."

He wasn't cuffed, but there was a blaster muzzle in his back every step of the way. The troopers led him back to the med bay, where several medical droids were still cleaning the room that you had commandeered earlier. The troopers marched him past the room and past a large window where several cadets were going through their checkups. And right in the corner was Asher.

Hunter disregarded the warnings from the Troopers and place his hand against the window, wishing he could catch his son's attention. He was in an incubation box, sound asleep, with monitors strapped to his chest. Hunter was just relieved he wasn't in a growth tube.

"Asher," He murmured as a shock trooper gripped his shoulder, "Your name is Asher."

The troopers all but dragged him to another closed-off room, where Tarkin waited with Nala Se and a datapad. Hunter kept his focus on Tarkin, wondering if the so-called "Admiral" had spent as much time with a hot blaster in his hand than in a comfortable office on Coruscaunt.

"We meet again, Sergeant."

Hunter chuckled, "I thought I wasn't a Sergeant anymore, Admiral."

"I suppose you'd prefer to be called CT-9901, then?"

So the Admiral did know about their chosen names, he just chose not to use them.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to not let his breathing get the best of him.

"What I need is your cooperation,"

Hunter shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Just let them go."

He knew it was a fool's dream to think that Tarkin would actually acquiesce to his demands, but he had to try.

"Let my wife, son, and brothers go and I'll do whatever you want."

Tarkin squared his shoulders to challenge Hunter, "Certainly not. That would be a grave mistake on our part. Think of all that we could learn. The Empire has other plans for a force-sensitive child."

Hunter's blood ran cold.

"Oh, you didn't know," Tarkin smiled slyly, and Hunter's hands clenched in an effort to keep from slapping the smirk off his face.

Nala Se handed Tarkin her datapad, "Nala Se's team has performed all the necessary tests and administered the correct vaccinations for your child. A quick blood test showed a count of approximately fifteen-thousand midi-chlorians."

Hunter's throat ran dry, and his ears rang with the sound of his son- Asher's- cries.

"You have a simple choice, Sergeant. Join the Empire freely, stay with your brothers, your partner and your child, or be forced to watch them suffer for your treason."

It wasn't much of a choice, and Hunter knew it. They were offering him the short end of the stick to pull him from the same raging rapids they had tossed him into, but it was either that or drown.

And he would sacrifice everything he was for the chance to protect you and your child.

Post-Script: I know I've used Asher as a name for Crosshair's kid but it fit too well for this AU.

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chopper-base · 11 months

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TBB Reverse!AU

Chapter one is finished!!! Still haven't figured out a name for this series, so I'll take any suggestions yall have!!

Summary: Crosshair and Echo watch the rest of their team succumb to the chip's control.

Warnings: Character death, canon character death, violence, canon divergence, alternate universe

WC: 2591

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Crosshair didn’t know what to think when he turned to see the regs firing at their Jedi General. Over the sound of blaster fire, he could hear her voice screaming at her padawan to run. Her terror-filled voice sent shivers down the sniper's spine. The Padawan was running in their direction but skidded to a stop when he noticed them in front of him. The Padawan looked at the Bad Batch in fear, taking a shaky step back before turning and disappearing into the snowy woods.

Crosshair looked between the regs running toward the batch and the woods where the kid disappeared, trying to figure out what had caused the regs’ sudden turn.

The realization that Tech was reading something off his datapad had Crosshair snapping his attention back to his brother. Tech explained that General Grievous had been defeated, marking the end of the war. “The com channels are repeating one directive.” Tech’s demeanor changed as he read the next line, “Execute Order 66.”

The moment the words left Tech’s mouth, Crosshair knew something was wrong. He watched as everyone but Echo stiffened. Hunter’s sharp eyes growing eerily distant.

“We need to go after the kid,” Echo broke the strange silence, pointing to where the padawan had disappeared, “He’s gonna get himself killed out there alone!”

Hunter glared at Echo, causing the Corporal to take a step back. “The kid is a jedi. The order includes him,”

“The order??” Echo’s eyes were wide with shock, “Hunter! He’s a kid! We don’t even know what the ‘order’ is!”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

A pause. Echo’s confused and pleading eyes stared back at Hunter’s distant ones before the Sergeant turned towards where the kid had vanished. “...what?”

Following the trail of small footsteps through the snow, Hunter ignored the ARC. Not another word was uttered as Tech and Wrecker followed behind him, holding their weapons at ready. Echo watched them go, turning towards Crosshair, who hesitantly followed the others.

Before Crosshair could go any further, Echo grabbed his arm desperately. “Crosshair, I know you guys don’t work with the Jedi almost ever, but come on! It’s a kid!!”

Crosshair nodded. “Believe me, I know. Something’s… off. Hunter would never-“

Blaster fire echoed through the mountain range. Crosshair whipped his head around, looking down towards the woods before back up at Echo. Not a word was exchanged as both immediately took off down the snowy slope after their brothers.

The blaster fire stopped as they got closer. Crosshair’s breath caught in his throat as they spotted the rest of the batch. At Hunter’s feet lay the motionless body of the padawan, four blaster burns decorating the young boy’s chest. His eyes were open, but their light was long gone. His round, childish features were frozen in an expression of permanent fear.

The Padawan’s lightsaber was clenched in Hunter’s fist, helmet concealing all emotions on his face. Crosshair could see in the Sergeant’s body language, there was not an ounce of guilt or regret.

Everything about his brothers was wrong. Wrecker was silent, not a single joke or quip escaping his lips. Through the clear visor of Tech’s helmet, Crosshair could see how distant his eyes were, fixed on his datapad, not sparing a glance at the small body at his feet.

The regs were getting closer. Crosshair could hear their boots crunching in the snow behind him, but his eyes refused to leave the boy, smoke still rising from his wounds. His brothers had just murdered a child and the only one who seemed to care at all was Echo.

“We’ve been ordered back to Kamino.”

Crosshair tore his eyes away from the child to glare at Tech. There was no emotion behind his words, no Tech explanation, just orders. Hunter barely acknowledged Tech before walking back up the slope, ignoring Crosshair and Echo all together as he passed. Tech and Wrecker were quick to follow, their steps oddly in sync as they followed their Sergeant.

Crosshair spared a glance back at the young padawan, now being moved by the regs, before nodding at Echo to follow him. Staying further back from the other three, Crosshair and Echo fell into step beside each other.

“Something is seriously wrong with them, Cross,” Echo whispered harshly.

Crosshair studied his brothers as they walked, their movements seemingly not their own. “I know. It’s all wrong,” Very, very wrong.

They continued to follow Hunter at a distance throughout the trek back to the Marauder. Crosshair could feel the uneasy feeling radiating from the ARC that was still in step with the sniper.

When they reached the Marauder, Crosshair climbed the ramp behind Echo, his feet barely hitting the top step before Tech started to raise them. On any other day, Crosshair would have made some snarky comment about waiting for him to be inside before shutting the ramp, or even just an annoyed huff and a glare. Today? Crosshair didn’t even bother to look in Tech’s direction, making his way directly to his bunk. He sat down, keeping his Firepuncher in his hands and ignoring the helmet still on his head. He didn’t want his brothers to see the concern that he was sure was all over his face. He knew his brothers; he knew them better than they knew themselves. Whoever was sitting in the cockpit, were not his brothers.

Not even two weeks ago, Crosshair had watched Hunter almost get himself killed trying to protect a kid. He refused to believe that he had just witnessed that same brother murder a child for treason of all things.

That kid couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Why was he even on a battlefield to begin with?

Crosshair could understand a few Jedi committing treason. They had heard of the massacre on Umbara, a Jedi General who pulled just the right strings to trick two battalions to fire upon each other. Hundreds of regs had been murdered for no other reason than Krell finding power hungry satisfaction in their deaths. Apparently Captain Rex had asked the ex-general why he did it and his answer had simply been ‘because I can’.

Crosshair never cared for the regs, but reading that report had his stomach churning. They weren’t even supposed to have access to those reports, but Tech had gotten curious, hacking in and retrieving the reports in a matter of minutes. They had made sure to delete them when Echo had joined, not needing the ARC knowing the horror his late twin had gone through without him.

Crosshair honestly wouldn’t have batted an eye if they had just gone after the Jedi Council. He could count on one hand how many times they had worked with a Jedi, Skywalker being the only one that Crosshair tolerated, but for them to be ordered to murder the padawans? Something extremely screwed up was happening and whatever it was, was coming directly from the top of command.

Crosshair felt as the ship dropped out of hyperspace, leaving him to assume they had arrived back on Kamino. He sighed, forcing himself to stand before making his way to the cockpit. The room was eerily silent as Tech piloted the Marauder towards Tipoca City, his normal fast maneuvers nowhere to be seen. Crosshair hated the way the ship barely rocked as they landed, all Tech’s movements almost droid like.

Echo sat in the co-pilot’s seat, his helmet still secure on his head. Hunter and Wrecker also still wore their helmets, and for once, Crosshair missed the ruckus that was supposed to be their normal.

Hunter exited the Marauder, Wrecker and Tech falling in step as they made their way down the ramp. Crosshair stopped beside the door, waiting for Echo to exit before he followed. Crosshair was the first to notice the hover gurney, a sheet pulled over what was clearly a body being guided across the hanger. He watched as a lightsaber rolled off the gurney, clanging against the metal floor, rolling to a stop at the feet of a reg.

The colors of the surrounding armor caught the sniper’s attention, confusion overtaking him as he spotted the scarlet red of the Corrie Guard. The other companies made sense being here, but seeing the Guard on Kamino made the pit in Crosshair’s stomach sink deeper.

Wordlessly, he continued to follow his brothers through the white halls of Tipoca city; the corridors filled with more troopers than Crosshair had ever seen on Kamino at once.

The batch came to an abrupt stop as Hunter held up his fist. “We’ve got company,” he stated almost coldly. He turned around, the rest of the batch doing the same, quickly spotting their tail.

A small girl stood behind them, waving at the batch, a smile decorating her face. “Hi! I’m Omega!”

Crosshair glanced at Hunter, gauging his reaction as the child introduced herself, his face giving nothing but annoyance. The Sergeant didn’t bother replying to the child, signaling the batch to follow as he began to walk away. The look that came over the girl’s face as Hunter turned away from her had the sniper sneering at the Sergeant.

Echo looked at her with a look of sympathy, offering her a forced smile, “Sorry, kid. We’ve had a rough day. Just… don’t take it personally,”

The girl returned his smile. The look of betrayal on her face stabbed the sniper. He didn’t know who this kid was, but it was evident this child had been excited to meet them, and Hunter barely gave the poor girl a glance.

Echo turned and began to follow the rest, but Crosshair couldn’t help but stare at the girl a little longer. She met his gaze, something in her eyes sending a wave of calm over him. He couldn’t bring himself to return her smile, but he nodded to her, “Stay out of trouble, kid,”

That seemed enough for her, her smile growing just a bit brighter. She waved to him as he turned to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

Something about her was familiar, like he knew, but he couldn’t place it. Her smile burned into his mind, her look of innocence as she introduced herself, the look of betrayal as his brothers cast her off as nothing. He couldn’t get her out of his head, he knew he would likely run into her again, and for a reason Crosshair couldn’t place, he looked forward to it.

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The Empire. That’s what the republic had now become. A galaxy wide empire with one man sitting at the top, in charge of it all. The thought of a single man being the voice of reason and law didn’t sit well with the sniper. The war was finally finished, yet somehow, Crosshair knew the fight was far from over.

Crosshair began to notice the difference in the regs’ behavior as well, seeming almost as though their minds weren’t their own. Regs never got along with the batch. Insults being thrown their way was just the way of life with the batch when they were on Kamino, but the regs acted as though the batch didn’t exist.

Crosshair eventually found himself in the mess hall, his brothers silently eating around him. He absently stared at the food on his tray, his appetite practically nonexistent. The sniper hadn’t expected much to happen during their meal, seeing as the regs had been weirdly ignoring, but the last thing he expected was a small body sitting to his right. Crosshair looked to see the girl again, smiling up at him as she set her tray beside his. She looked around at the rest of the batch waving, her bright smile still plastered on her face. The only one who paid her any mind was Echo, offering the girls a small smile, and a slightly confused sounding ‘hello’. She looked back at the sniper, her smile now slightly saddened.

“You are aware, sitting with us might attract some unwanted attention?”

The girl’s smile didn’t waver. “But I want to sit with you so I don’t care what they think,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Crosshair tried and failed to hide the small smile that flashed across his lips. “What are you doing on Kamino, anyway?”

The girl shrugged, “I’ve been here all my life,”

Crosshair looked at her in confusion, “All your-?” The voice of a reg behind him had him stopping mid sentence.

“Oh look. The defect squad got themselves a new recruit!”

Crosshair turned to see a small group of regs walking by, a smug look on every one of their faces. Omega shrunk slightly in the seat next to him, which just pissed the sniper off more. Crosshair wasn’t one to start fights with other regs, especially when they were on Kamino, but it was taking everything in him not to launch himself at the smug bastard.

Another reg laughed, “One more member for the sad batch,”

The only thing stopping the sniper now was a small hand that came to rest on his arm, the girl’s face offering him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Crosshair. They’re not worth it,”

The regs walked away, laughing and throwing insults over their shoulder. Omega turned back to the table, offering the sniper a reassuring smile, before starting to eat. Crosshair watched the young girl in fascination, wondering why the child had grown up on Tipoca, of all places. Across the table, Echo was watching her as well, glancing at Crosshair with a look of confusion.

“You said you grew up here on Kamino?” Echo questioned, leaning forward and resting his scomp on the table.

Omega nodded, “I work with Nala Se as her medical assistant.”

Crosshair’s confusion continued to grow as the girl smiled at Echo. “...You’re just a kid? Why would they bring you to Kamino-“

“Crosshair,” Hunter’s voice cut him off. The sniper turned to the Sergeant, meeting his gaze, “Tell the girl to get lost. We are about to leave.”

Crosshair just stared at him as he stood up, quickly followed by Wrecker and Tech. Crosshair turned back to Echo and then to Omega, who looked as though she was holding back tears. He looked back at Echo, holding down the anger that was starting to boil. “If he snaps at me one time, I’m gonna hit him.”

Echo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, because assaulting your superior officer is a great idea when he’s acting insane.”

“...it’s not his fault.” Omega cut in, her voice barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t have a choice.”

“Doesn’t have-...? The hell does that mean?” Crosshair questioned, a bit more harshly than he wanted, “We’re not droids, kid.”

Omega seemed to shrink into herself, but still looked up to meet the sniper’s eyes. “It’s their inhibitor chip. It’s making them act this way. It’s not their fault!”

“Inhibitor- what?” Echo stared at the kid, as she seemed to shrink even farther.

Before Omega could respond, a voice was calling his name from across the mess hall. He turned to see Hunter standing by the door, his bucket on his head. “Admiral Tarkin has requested for us to run a battle simulation. Let’s go. Both of you.” He barked before turning and disappearing through the door.

Crosshair turned back to Echo, clearly pissed. “...I’m gonna hit him.”

“Cross, no.”

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 1 month

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2022 me writing the Imp Hunter AU: hehehe what if I had a winter soldier-inspired plotline for this silly little fic

2024 me, watching TBB: WAIT A SECOND

#star wars #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #imperial Hunter #MY BRAIN IS ACTUALLY THE WORST

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Okay, First, LOVE YOUR STORIES. THEY'RE MY FAV❣️

AND SECONDLY AFTER SEEING IMPERIAL TECH SUGGESTION OF YOURS… *squeals like a fan girl*

I’m sorry for making this dumb request (and please ignore this if you must..) But female reader accidentally seduce Imperial bad batch all of them separately! IVE SEEN IMPERIAL HUNTER, CROSSHAIR, TECH BUT NEVER SEEN ECHO OR WRECKER AS IMPERIAL BEFORE!!! *fans with a red blush*

Aloha!

THANK YOU SO MUCH❣️ :))

Not sure how you accidentally seduce a person, but I'm gonna try something....

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 1 Of 5 -

Warnings: Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Strong Language / Dirty Talk / Angst / Dub-Con / Filthy / Smut /18+

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You belong to the resistance. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the clutches of a special unit of the Empire, Clone Force 99 also known as Bad Batch. The interrogation goes completely differently than you expect, between you and the soldier who is supposed to interrogate you, a strange intense tension arises.

AC: These HCs probably don't make much sense, and mainly consist of sexual tension and spicy incidents. Summed up; these HCs portray TBB like an upside down universe, they have still some of their very own traits, but they are "evil", so to speak. Yes, I do have a very dirty mind. It's never boring in here. Probably the most extensive HCs I have written to date. It's more like Five spicy One-Shots.

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Following Parts:

Part 2 : Echo

Part 3 : Tech

Part 4 : Wrecker

Hunter

You've been sitting alone in an interrogation room for several minutes. The room is illuminated with bright, sterile-looking light. The handcuffs have been removed from you; there is no escape from this room anyway. There are certainly guards in front of the door, and the door itself is locked with a code.

You look up hastily as the door opens with a hiss. One of the men who caught you, enters, you recognize him by his armor. It's black like most of the Empire's special forces, but it's still not standard. At first sight, it looks to you as if it were made of different armors.

The man moves slowly, confidently. He moves with the confidence of a hunter who has cornered his prey, a predator that you can't escape.

He takes off his helmet, and you are surprised by the face you see under it. Masculine, prominent nose, a dark tattoo covers half of his face. His hair is a bit longer and tied back with a black bandana.

You flinch as he noisily puts the helmet down on the table with a swing. His dark gray eyes look at you piercingly. He reacts to your defiant look with a smirk that gives you goosebumps.

"You can act as much as you want, you can't fool me".

He stands up, comes around the table and bends over you from behind, his mouth close to your ear, his arms to your left and right at the table. His voice creeps under your skin as he says almost suggestively, "I hear your heartbeat, I sense your every movement, smell your fear"

His voice is deep and slightly smoky, the way he talks so calm and firm, intimidating as well as stimulating. You feel his hot breath on your ear and on your cheek. The tingling under your skin becomes more intense and the temperature in the room seems to rise.

Somewhere hidden deep inside you, you find the courage to tell him, "I'm not going to tell you anything".

You barely get the words past your lips, you feel paralyzed by his presence. But when he grabs you, pulls you out of the chair and pushes you against the wall, a startled cry escapes your lungs.

His body presses you against the wall, one of his thighs between your legs. His thigh touches the triangle between yours, only for a second, almost ghosting over it, but you feel the touch very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants.

Like a pulse, heat shoots between your thighs against your will. His strength, his self-assured presence that takes over the room, has befuddled your mind, otherwise you can't explain your body's reaction to him.

You feel moisture gathering in your panties and bite your tongue as he suddenly pauses and takes a deep breath.

He laughs softly, a beautiful, sexy and at the same time blood freezing sound.

"I can smell your arousal as well as your fear".

You swallow, actually you can't imagine it, but why else had he just taken such a deep breath and known exactly what you were feeling right now? Coincidence?

You are still paralyzed, you don't fight back, don't try to escape either. One part of you wants to feel him, the other hates you for it. When his hand starts to unbutton your blouse, you keep very still and look at his fingers as if hypnotized.

His hand lays flat on your bare breastbone, and he says, "It's throbbing as hard as it is fast."

A single, soft word passes your lips, "Please"

He looks up into your face, and you can barely withstand his piercing dark eyes.

"Please what?" he asks quietly, almost tenderly.

You don't know yourself what you wanted to say. If he should touch you, leave you alone or not hurt you. You didn't really know what to expect, all you felt was his closeness and the heat spreading inside you.

He moved his leg, rubbing his thigh, the armor plate, over your pubic. It instantly began to tingle in your pussy, more of your juice gathering in your panties and already seeping through the fabric, leaving a trail on his armor.

One of his hands clenches around the back of your neck, the other on your right hip as he continues to move his thigh, back and forth, back and forth. He takes another deep breath and growls softly.

Very suddenly, he lets go of you, and you almost topple forward as he squats in front of you and unzips your pants. You don't say a word, just watch him as he pulls the fabric down from your hips, slips them over your ankles and tosses them aside, just like your panties.

You can't believe that he is now looking directly at your naked pussy, the wet flower, the scent of which attracts him so magically. You have no idea how hungry this imperial soldier is for you right now.

Another deep breath, he sputters the breath out again. When he looks up at you, his eyes are so dark, almost black, from his dilated pupils.

Then his tongue shoots out, and he begins to lick you greedily. A hoarse gasp comes out of your mouth, automatically you open your thighs a little wider.

When he starts to drill his tongue into your pussy, you can't help but automatically grind against his face. He lets you, not bothered at all, on the contrary. As his prominent nose rubs over your swollen clit, he drills his tongue further into your moist heat, your juice running down his chin, dripping onto his chest plate. His hands grip your buns tightly, pressing you against his face. You hear him slurping again and again, taking in your arousal as if he needs it to survive.

Your thighs tremble, your swollen pearl pulses under the friction, and the feeling of his tongue darting into your hole again and again is overwhelming. But when you reach into his hair on impulse, he stops, jumps up and stares at you. His gaze is wild, different from before. He whirls you around, pressing your back against the tabletop.

With one hand on your sternum he pushes you down on the table, with the other, he loosens his codpiece and pulls the pants of his blacks down a bit. His hard length pops out behind it, thick, proud and pre-cum leaking.

He's still holding you down on the tabletop. You willingly open your legs for him. As he reaches for his cock with his free hand and rubs it over your damp folds, you moan softly, expectantly.

"You want my cock, don't you?"

With a nod, you say softly, your cheeks heated, "Yes."

"Louder," he demands.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I want your cock inside me!" you outright scream at him, ashamed, aroused, heart racing wildly.

The smile on his face isn't warm or friendly, it's knowing and deceitful.

"Then tell me where your shuttle is hidden, the shuttle that has the goods you stole from the Empire".

Your hesitation angers him. He pushes against your entrance, but doesn't penetrate you.

"Tell me, and I'll fuck you senseless, that's what you want".

You tremble on the table, from arousal, anticipation and shame. He dips his tip a tiny bit and withdraws from you again.

"Come on, tell me, we both know you want this".

When you finally tell him the coordinates, he penetrates you, long, slow and deep, stretching your little hole with his thick cock, with a deep moan. It's overwhelmingly good.

"Good girl," he coos before he starts pounding into you, making good on his promise.

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disastertriowriting · 18 days

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Our fill for the Free Day. :)

What if the Bad Batch lost Hunter? Leaderless and adrift, Clone Force 99 is scattered across the galaxy. Hunter swears loyalty to the Empire. Echo leaves in search of a long-lost brother. Crosshair goes with Tech, Wrecker, and Omega to live in hiding. But they are a family, and it is inevitable that their paths will cross once more. And when they do…

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superiorsniper · 1 year

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~ MUN Post ~ We interrupt your scrolling journey with this anticlimactic announcement 📢

- my rp squad (sometimes called Meme Force 99) also does Imperial Batch blogs (but writers aren't 1:1 w/ Fugitive Batch)

- they're all 18+ because of your thirst they often allude to mature themes & concepts

- Imp Cross currently follows his S2 arc since this blog was never intended for that

So if you like that sort of thing and promise not to try to save them, feel free to check out @imperial-strategist, @imperial-demolition-expert, @imperial-sniper, and @imperial-science-officer

#Imperial echo #Imperial wrecker #imperial tech #Imperial crosshair #Imperial Hunter #Imp batch #Imperial batch #Tbb #The bad batch #Clone Force 99 #cf99 #sw tbb #mun post #Does anyone else read MUN and think Model UN

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fanfictasia · 21 days

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Clone Trooper Hunter, Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Tech, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Clone Troopers Hunter & Tech & Wrecker, Crosshair & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives & Emerie Karr, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Emerie Karr, CT-7567 | Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everyone Needs A Hug, Angst, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Anakin Skywalker is Not a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side, Anakin Skywalker is a Sibling to the Clones, Jedi Ahsoka Tano, Ahsoka Tano Didn't Leave the Jedi Order, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Lives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo and CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Reunion, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives are Twins, CT-9904 | Crosshair-centric, Protective Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch as Family, Parental Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hunter's Inhibitor Chip Activates Instead of CT-9904 | Crosshair's, Role Reversal, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Joins the Bad Batch, CT-9904 | Crosshair Angst, Clone Trooper Hunter Angst (Star Wars), Eventual Happy Ending, Protective CT-9904 | Crosshair, Possessive CT-9904 | Crosshair, Possessive Clone Trooper Hunter, Codependency Series: Part 7 of Imperial!Bad Batch Collection

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https://www.wattpad.com/1434137147-miles-away-from-yesterday-chapter-1-why-am-i-a

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14341642/1/Miles-Away-From-Yesterday

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techs-assistant · 11 months

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*coughs*

Imperial Hunter is in the works, i havnt decided what to do with his armor yet so....I dont know what im doing hes just handsome look at him!

#my art #digital art #tbb hunter #sw tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb headcanons #imperial hunter

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cuddles-with-dragons · 5 months

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Inner artist: I'm going to draw something from the Switcheroo AU!

Inner fluff lover: Sweet and wholesome, right?

Inner whump lover: This is going to be as fucked up as possible.

TW: BURNS, IMPLIED TORTURE

Close-ups

Crosshair I'm sorry!

Takes place inbetween War-Mantle and the season finale.

oh shit i actually kinda like sadistic asshole Hunter-

(Dragon AU Hunter can breathe small amounts of fire, so uhhh yeah.)

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb au #star wars the bad batch #tbb #sorry crosshair #imperial hunter #tw burns #tw implied torture #for no real reason #except #hunter being a sadistic asshole in this au #hmm #maybe he won't get a redemption arc in this #i don't think fives would let him come back anyway #he would try to kill hunter several times on kamino in the finale for this probs

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Hi Minty! Happy to hear your semester's done! Hope you have a great break! <3 <3 A request if you have time. Some spiciness with Hunter with the prompt "Knife to the throat" if you're up for it! Either way love your face! <3

IMPERIAL HUNTER. I MUST.i love sexy bad guys. Sorry mom

TW for fighting and uh, knives

Your back hit the floor with a thump and the remaining air in your lungs whooshed out. You scrambled up, hands grasping at the baton that had been knocked out. Your blaster had been too bulky to wear under the dress, so you'd seconded for the electrobaton instead, unsure why you had not packed a more lethal weapon. The purple spark was intimidating, but even now, that didn't scare off the clone.

It was stupid to try and kill that opposing senator in the way you had- in the heart of a ballroom surrounded by the finest of men and women. You were not Jedi, no soldier- but you knew you had to kill the officer there. He'd burned down your family's farm and you would kill him for it. If not for yourself, for the rebellion.

And you had been confused when one man had been sent after you up the stairs and around the hall, hidden among gilded rooms paid for in blood.

The man's face was like the thousands of his brothers. But it was so different. His lips had settled into a half-snarl as he stood in the doorway, assessing the entire situation. Your gown was torn from the knees down in your effort to run. The face was set in a stark imitation of a snarl, and you did your best to match it.

His hand went to his forearm brace, withdrawing a knife.

You felt your knees drop slightly, defensiveness and fear overriding your nerves. Adeneline was leaving you dizzy- you would limp out of here or die trying.

Hunter. Yes, that was what he was known as, you recalled from your brief glance over the list of present personnel for the evening. His knife dragged on the wall, scraping a single line into it as he approached you. Stalking, eyes dark.

“Doesn’t do anything for the paint job.” You nodded down at the knife, stepping haphazardly to the side. The urge to run was strong but turning away meant death. So you had to stay. He matched your steps, the circle arcs slowly getting smaller, spiraling, the slowest of hurricanes.

Hunter smirked. “Don’t think they mind, sweetheart.”

“Sure... honey. Paint isn’t cheap.” You rotated the half-staff in your hand, the confidence in you slowly swelling. “Hunter, was it?”

“Didn’t say my name.”

“Didn’t have to.” You grinned, racing at him, arcing the staff upwards. He deflected it, hands moving in tandem with your movements. You retreated back, until your back hit the wall, and his knife flew up to your throat, golden eyes sparking the very same way your felt yours igniting.

You not only met this ferocious man- you met your match.

His chest heaved against yours, the vibe blade somehow hot and cold at the same time as your eyes searched his face. It wasn't just the knife- he was burning, too.

Satisfaction tingled in your chest as you reached up, grasping the collar of his uniform as you shoved him away but you did not want to throw him. For the weirdest reason.

He smiled and you felt yourself smile too- a dance, in and out, both of you matching. Hunter's scowl slid between a snarl and a smirk.

How did that smirk taste?

You grinned and moved backwards, and Hunter moved in. The knife was raised as he purred, "You're coming with me, sweetheart."

The cool night air from the window hit your back as you pulled him in, fingers grasping his collar as you yanked him to you. His lips were hot, tongue memorizing yours, exhaling into you. "You're definetly coming with me." He murmered, the prick of the knife touching your jaw.

You grinned, shoving him back, propelling backwards. "Come and catch me!" You yelled, spiraling back into the night. As you fell, your heart soared, and you decided to ignore the implications until you could get back to base and sort out your thoughts. The speeder caught you midair, with someone else in the rebellion laughing into the wind. You were dazed- faraway somewhere, and you could think about those hot lips and that sharp knife.

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