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jessiebanethedragon · 2 years

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt20)

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

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses. there will be kissing in some chapters. oh and ANGST sorry

Chapter Twenty: The Disaster

The trees that fall within the forest, catch on one another. Never a clean break, some take other trees with them, others remain suspended mid air, held by the strength of trees yet to be burned.

Volim Nython makes it back to safety in time to watch the forest of Kashyyyk fall into ashes.

“Any trouble sir?” Colo Harik asks, standing beside the man in question.

“None particularly, but even I can admit those clones are tenacious.” Thinking back to the clone he encountered. Wondering how long it took him before he abandoned the wookie child in favor of his own life, or if he had sacrificed himself such that the child would have a chance of survival.

Either way, it is not as if it matters, it is not as if he will ever see them again.

The wookie child bangs on the door with their small fists as Hunters knuckles connect with the metal with a sickening crunch. Bruised, and cut bloodily, how his hands even manage to stay in form is a mystery. But the dent in the door is enough to keep the sergeant going.

It is almost open. Is Hunter’s mantra, the door will give, the child will live, he will see his brothers again.

It is almost open.

With a particularly loud bang, the tree begins to break, and the door shifts on its hinges, bending outwards as his fists hit the middle once more.

He pushes the young Wookie through without thinking. They give a small cry when they notice he hasn't followed. Hunter looks at the kid, at the gap, and rips his chestplate off.

Even then he barely makes it through, foot catching and him kicking off his military boot, and losing a shin guard. Everything hurts, the metal is unforgiving on his body. And still, when he is through, he clings to the young wookie in fear, like he’s a shiny all over again.

The wookie offers him his disgaruded helmet with scared eyes and soft hands. With a bare foot in the mud, the child held to his chest, Hunter takes off into the remnants of the forest of Kashyyyk.

He collapses into a ditch and hopes the separatists run out of ammunition, or that his corpse will protect the young wookie.

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You wake to yet more yelling, but it is not between the five men as you would expect, there’s even more voices to be heard. The northern port of Naboo is somehow even busier than that of Alderaan, and from the sounds of it they’re pickier about the ships that dock there too.

You wake with parts of your clothes still damp. They feel itchy and awful against your skin, but you ignore it to the best of your ability. And once again, your hair seems to be impossibly tangled. Combing through it with your fingers, and smoothing out your shirt, before dawning Hunter’s long, hefty jacket and stepping out of his cabin.

For such a storm the night before, the port of Naboo seems insanely calm. The sky appears to be clear, and Wrecker passes you with a smile, and Gonk on his shoulder.

“G’morning Araay!” He greets you cheerfully.

“Good morning Wrecker,” You respond in kind, before your face falls. “Are we in Mustafar already?” You begin looking around, trying to grasp your surroundings.

“This is the most north-east port of Naboo.” Tech interrupts, walking down the steps from the main bridge. “Hunter believed we should check for damage caused by the storm.” The man in the goggles explained skeptically. You hum in agreement to try and sound like you know what Tech would be referring to.

“Has anyone seen-” You trail off when Crosshair also approaches, having climbed down from the bird's nest.

“Your lover?” Crosshair interjects with a satisfied smirk.

“We are not lovers.” You tell him pointedly.

“Yes you…” He begins,

“I think it’s cute” Wrecker interrupts

“I think it’s none of our business.” Tech joins in.

“Well they made it our business when they-”

“Don’t be such a hard ass Cross’air”

“Do not tell me what to do. Wrecker.”

“Stop being so childish, both of you…”

“Is anyone going to tell me where Hunter is?” You ask, before having to repeat yourself in a raised tone just to be heard over their arguing. All three of them continue to bicker quietly for a few moments.

“He went on a supply run.” Crosshair says, frowning at his brothers. Watching you as you slip in between the three men and start heading to disembark.

“He should be returning soon.” Tech tells you, you don't need to go get him is what he really wants to say, but given that you’re about as stubborn as a bantha, he feels like it would be a waste of breath. You look at him with raised eyebrows, Tech sighs and shakes his head.

“If you’re so concerned, come with me, in fact we could all have a lovely family outing.” You tease with a sickly sweet tone.

“This is not a family.” Crosshair argues pointing to everyone.

“Of course it is!” Wrecker, once again argues. “If we weren't family, why would we put up with each other?”

“Someone should stay with the ship.” Tech says walking away to check his holopad. Crosshair gives one last deep sigh, and resigns himself to his fate. Grabbing his rifle before following you and Wrecker down to the dock.

“I will use this if I have to.” He tells both of you, “whether it is on you two or myself.”

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Hunter finds himself completely out of his depth, standing in a women's clothing boutique. His argument is that you need more than one set of clothes, but he did not account for the sheer complexity of female fashion. And when he realizes he does not even know your measurements, the famed sergeant surrenders for the first time in his life, and gives up.

Determined not to return empty handed, and fueled by a desire to get you something that is nice, he stops by a fruit cart, muling over his options, and the price of fresh food these days. Hunter is admiring a selection of Jogan Fruit’s when he hears an unfamiliar voice.

“I didn’t know pirates were so interested in simple things.” Hunter translates the Kyuzo words subconsciously. And he puts the Jogan down slowly but firmly, in such a way that has the stall owner looking nervously from one man to the other.

“Embo.” He greets, seeing the unmistakable hat. “I do not believe we have business together.” He tells him firmly.

“The girl.” The bounty hunter tells the sergeant seriously. Noticing when his jaw clenches at the mention of you.

“What girl?” Hunter tries to play it off, but the way his shoulders tighten gives everything away.

“Where’s the girl?” Embo demands, and he can see Hunters mind racing through the possibilities. A Bounty Hunter as revered as him wouldn’t be asking the whereabouts of his prey. And if Hunter is not the intended target, why would Embo give himself away this easily. But perhaps it is not about the motives of the employed, but that of their employer.

So what is it that Nython wants?

A scapegoat.

Hunter comes to the conclusion all too late, he should have bolted the second he recognized Embo, he should have run while he had the chance. He never should have left your side.

His viroblade connects with the metal of Embo’s signature hat, and Hunter finds himself receiving a foot to the chest, and collapsing into the fruit cart. This commotion is enough to scatter the remaining people in the busy street.

He hears the way the hat slices through the air before he sees it, and manages to roll himself off of the debris in time. Hunter draws his blaster and fires three shots in quick succession, Embo is taller than he is, and Hunter knows better than to try and outrun one of the galaxy's fammed bounty hunters.

All that’s left to do is fight.

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Crosshair will not stop frowning, but you think he’s having a nice time nevertheless. Wrecker, having found some fresh food to take back to the marauder, is happy. He keeps offering some of his snacks to Crosshair, and ultimately giving it to Gonk when he’s turned away from his sour brother.

You take in Naboo to the best of your ability, trying not to get too distracted by the hustle and bustle of the shops and people. And everything so lovely until the three of you hear the screams and gasps of a shocked crowd.

“What’s going on?” You ask, when Crosshair grips your arm as the many people take off like a river of water flowing against the three of you. When the sound of a blaster rings through the air, the crowd starts moving even faster.

“Wrecker!” Crosshair exclaims, pushing you towards his brother, clearly having seen something the two of you have not. Your eyes follow the sniper as he scales the nearest building.

“Where is he going?” You ask, looking around frantically. You see Wrecker's face drop suddenly and you know he sees something you can’t.

“We need to get back to the ship.” He’s trying to play it down, keep you calm, but he isn't a good liar. You turn to follow his gaze and that's when you see it.

Hunter facing off against what can only be a skilled fighter, from the trouble he seems to be giving the sergeant. You flinch and duck when a sniper bolt connects with the man's metal hat. Crosshair has gone for the highest vantage point.

“Get back to the ship.” Wrecker rushes out, pressing a pistol into your hand. “Find Tech, tell him what's happening.”

“I cannot leave y-”

“Array!” Bile fills your stomach at the sound of Wreckers anxiety. “He’s here for you.” Another ping of Crosshairs rifle says he still hasn't hit his intended target.

“Wrecker!” Crosshair shouts, before he falls into the cart that was tossed into the middle of the street. His rifle skittering to the side. Above him, Colo Harrik and his men surround the rooftops. Wrecker shoves you into the doorway you’re standing nearest.

“I believe we’ve made our point, that's enough Embo.” Colo Harrik declares. Hunter, who resides at the unfortunate end of a sword hesitantly raises his hands. Wrecker and Crosshair are pulled into the middle of the square.

“You are a tenacious bunch, aren't you?” He chuckles to himself in memory of the war, before addressing the sergeant. “Where is she?” When Hunter remains silent Harrik sends a swift kick into his chest that has him doubling over.

“Go fuck yourslef Harrik.” Crosshair spits, prompting one of the men to push him into the ground.

“So crass,” he responds disgustedly. “I really cannot fathom what she sees in any of you.”

“Common decency perhaps.” Wrecker responds immediately. Colo Harrik scofs.

“Decency. If she had any decency she would have returned to her husband by now.”

“He is not her husband.” All eyes turn to Hunter, who for the first time since the ordeal began, is speaking.

“So he does speak!” Harrik rejoices, watching his men struggle to cuff the man in question. “I wonder how infuriating it will be when she comes crawling back to him. When she tells the public of the horrors of her kidnapping. When she details the disgusting treatment she received from the Kaminoan clones, and how one of them even had the audacity to try and force her to love him.” Hunter struggles in earnest now.

“She’s never going back to coruscant.” He tells him.

“We shall see,” He says before raising his voice. “Spread the word men! Bring back Volim Nythons wife, or the Clone pirates will hang!” Your blood runs cold. And you watch Harrik wave a circle with his hand before Crosshair, Wrecker and Hunter are dragged up and away.

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mroddmod · 18 days

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one of the very few to show the batch kindness back on kamino

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shakall · 2 months

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brothers (and Batcher)

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rackcty · 2 months

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they get silly

#my art #who up missing their siblings😞#tbb #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb omega #sergeant hunter #star wars

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mesvi · 2 months

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Photo study, this time with Hunter.

Crosshair

Tech

Grayscale under the cut.

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#the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #the bad batch Hunter #tbb hunter #hunter tbb #sergeant hunter #clone trooper hunter #clone force 99 #Star Wars #star wars fanart #my art #it’s a bit wonky sorry

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jedi-hawkins · 2 months

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Big Hunter vibes. No I will not be explaining. No I am not taking notes 😂

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #tbb hunter #bad batch #no spoilers #spoiler free #sergeant bandana #tbb sergeant hunter #the bad batch sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter #hunter tbb

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paperback-rascal · 27 days

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After few drinks at 79's to celebrate the victorious mission, Anakin teaches Crosshair how to braid hair.

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apparently, it's not my first work about Crosshair being CF99's barber -> [LINK] <-

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

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skellymom · 3 months

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"Bombs Away!"

The SECOND Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES

Background: Total sibling drama...ramped up to 1,000! Thankfully this was BEFORE Echo joined, because he would NOT have stayed with these idiots!!! Luckily Omega was spared as well. Set after my one shit "Silent But Deadly" and before "Who Dealt It?". I purposely did not assign a gender to the Twi'lek neighbor for reader reasons. Are YOU, dear reader, the lucky Twi'lek to meet The Batch?

To read #1 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/739302379984388096/silent-but-deadly?source=share

Word count: 2.4K

Warning: Total Bathroom Humor. Farts, stinky humor, suggestion of poop, swearing, middle finger, some nudity, someone does Lula dirty.

The Marauder was peacefully quiet as Hunter emerged from the refresher. Tech had dimmed down the lights before chaperoning Wrecker and Crosshair out for an evening on the town.

This past week had been a daunting one for Hunter’s senses and he needed a respite from EVERYTHING.

Hunter tossed his towel away, standing buck naked, and stretched. He’d sleep without the restrictiveness of clothing tonight. The thought made him smile and exhale with a rumble of pleasure.

Leaning over the bunk, he pulled back the crisp immaculately made sheets. Hunter inhaled expecting the scent of a clean bed...

...and nearly fainted!

A horrible miasma of stench assaulted his nose, almost suffocating him!

Hunter jumped back and yanked the refresher door open, flipping on the fan. Then sprinted out of the bunk area, slamming the door shut to block the stink in.

What was supposed to be a comforting night turned out to be nothing close. He was angry about the practical joke. Crosshair knew better! Hunter KNEW it was Crosshair...it has his scent all over it!

While pondering WHY Cross would do such a thing, Hunter strolled over to the pilot's chair and sat down. His rear end contacted the Marauder’s cold rough upholstery.

“DANK FERRICK!” Hunter forgot he was naked as a Noghri and shot back up from the seat. Standing right in front of the windscreen. His loud exclamation caught the attention of the Twi’lek who was inspecting their ship. The ship parked 20 feet away from the Marauder.

The Twi’lek stared at Hunter with a shocked expression. Hunter immediately covered his “goods” with both hands and grinned with embarrassment. The Twi’lek smiled back, signed a thumbs up, winked, and boarded their ship.

“Did I just make a friend???” Hunter was stymied. This was ANYTHING BUT a relaxing night.

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Hunter confronted Crosshair the next morning.

“WHY would you DO something like that!?”

“NO IDEA what you’re going on about Hunter,” Cross sneered. “Heard you have an admirer.”

“Don’t change the subject. I could...smell it was YOU!”

Crosshair just smiled at Hunter’s distress, then walked away.

“We aren’t done here!” Why was Crosshair being so difficult and evasive?

“No... WE certainly aren’t.” Cross flashed his gaze at Wrecker and Tech then exited the Marauder.

Hunter threw up his hands in frustration and walked away.

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“WHY would you DO THAT TO LULA?!” Wrecker lamented.

“I think you know why.” Cross didn’t even bother to look up from polishing his Firepuncher.

Wrecker just stood in shock, then growled “It’s personal now!”

He reeled back and smacked Cross upside the head with Lula, knocking the toothpick from his mouth.

Crosshair threw down his equipment and jumped up, both hands balled into fists.

Wrecker grabbed Cross from the front of his armor, lifting the skinny sniper over his head and began to shake his brother senselessly.

“KNOCK IT OFF!!!”

Both brothers stopped and gazed at Hunter who was now standing in the doorway. Tech had heard the row and pulled Hunter from his conversation with the Twi’lek neighbor to break it up.

“Wrecker! Put Crosshair down!!!”

“AWWW! Can’t you smell what he DID to Lula???”

“Yes...cough...I certainly can.”

“Down. NOW.”

“Grrrr...” Wrecker opened his hand and Cross dropped on his ass upon the metal decking.

“He had it COMING!” Crosshair shot back.

“Just what do you mean?” Hunter inquired.

Cross opened his mouth to expound, then noticed Tech standing behind Hunter. “Are...you RECORDING all of THIS?”

Hunter turned to look at Tech “REALLY???”

Cross was now pissed at a second brother today. “You aren’t going to upload that to your asinine MUMBLER Holoaccount are YOU???”

“It’s STUMBLR” Tech proudly proclaimed adjusting his goggles. “And I may be persuaded to as my ‘asinine followers’ will enjoy watching you get your comeuppance!”

“NERD!”

“Thank you. This won’t be the first time I uploaded your detestable behavior on my Holonet Platform. You currently have 1,892 ‘Frenemies’ on STUMBLR, Crosshair.”

Crosshair flipped off Tech.

Wrecker spoke up “Aye Tech, are you still recording?”

“Yes. ALL the time.”

“GOOD!” Wrecker resumed repeatedly whacking Crosshair across the head with Lula.

“I CAN’T with you guys...” Hunter sighed and walked off the ship to find the Twi’lek.

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Things had died down after a few days. Mostly because everyone kept to themselves and didn’t try to antagonize each other. The sun set and each clone went off to their bunk...

...except for Tech who stayed up to maintenance the Marauder. He sipped his caf then grabbed the power driver to unscrew an inner panel on the ship. As he freed the first bolt, it dropped to the decking and almost narrowly escaped through the small gaps in the floor. Tech caught the bolt with his shoe just in time.

Picking up the bolt he mused, I need to sequester you and your little friends in something secure.

He riffled through his toolbox, looking for something...

I know it’s here...put it back myself... Tech didn’t remember moving ir... Ah, there you are. His hands closed around a small glass jar he had saved for a ‘just in case’ project. He smiled widely as this was the perfect use for the receptacle he had squirreled away for so long.

Tech unscrewed the top of the jar and dropped the bolt in...

...as a horrible odor punched him SQUARE in the NOSE!

Tech gagged and dropped the jar. It hit the decking and exploded loudly into a thousand little shards. The bolt shot out and made its way to a hole in the decking. Tech leapt forward attempting to catch the bolt before he lost it to the underside of the Marauder. He slipped on a large piece of glass and went down on both hands...

...on top of more glass...

...to watch the bolt, disappear through the decking...

...Tech could hear it descend though the guts of the ship...TINK...TINK...TINK...

Then it was gone.

The ruckus woke Hunter. “Tech...you ok?” In his sleepy groggy voice.

Tech pulled his hands up from the floor. Luckily there were no injuries, but the glass shredded both gloves...HIS GOOD PAIR. Tech struggled to keep his voice free of irritated sass. “Yes.”

“Eh...you sure?”

“Quite. Get some sleep Hunter.”

Tech heard Hunter mumble sleepily and turn over in his bunk. Wrecker never stopped loudly snoring. Crosshair however...Tech listened intently...Cross was TOO quiet.

Techs brows furrowed angrily and thought to himself YOU BASTARD! Well...one good turn deserves another!!! He stood, removed the glass embedded gloves, and vowed REVENGE on Crosshair’s head.

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The morning sun peeped up over the horizon as Hunter rolled out of his bunk, more refreshed than he had been in quite a while. He stretched, scratched his bum, and wandered out in his pj’s to grab some caf.

Tech had made a fresh pot, and apparently been up all night. Didn’t strike Hunter as out of the ordinary. Tech usually pulled all-nighters to work on his projects.

“Morning.” Hunter reached for the carafe.

Tech blocked him with a freshly poured mug of caf. “Take this, Hunter.”

“Eh...ok...thanks.” Hunter sniffed the mug then cocked his head and caught the scent of the coffee in the carafe. There was a very slight difference in odor notes, which didn’t slip past Hunter at all.

Tech caught Hunter’s body language. “This is the caf you prefer. That...” Tech nodded his head towards the carafe “...is Crosshairs.”

“Yeeah, ok.” Hunter shook his head, slid into a seat, and decided to just let it go. He sipped his caf, eyes closed to revel in the warm richness of his brew.

Five minutes later Crosshair emerged from the refresher. Showered and shaved, wearing only a crisp white towel around his waist. He arrogantly strolled through the ship and made his way to the caf. “Good morning.”

Hunter opened his eyes and noticed Tech intently watching Crosshair.

Cross grabbed a large mug and filled it to the brim. He took a hefty gulp and sighed. “Oh look...Hunter, your friend is out and about.”

Crosshair straightened up, puffed out his chest and waved seductively at the Twi’lek neighbor. “Rather attractive...”

“Are you FLIRTING???” Hunter growled.

“Jealous?” Crosshair shot back eyeing Hunter while sipping from the mug.

Tech rolled his eyes. But kept intently watching Crosshair.

“I might have to go over and introduce myself...right after I finish my caf.”

“I don’t give a WOMP RATS ASS what YOU do!”

“Did I ruffle your feathers, Hunter? Just trying to be friendly.” Cross drained his mug and set it on the counter. “Since our Sergeant likes to keep the dress code...casual, guess I will too.” He made a beeline for the Marauders outdoor hatch...still wearing NOTHING but the towel.

Hunter shot up out of his seat “DON’T you DARE go out there!”

Crosshair stopped in his tracks, not because Hunter forbade him from leaving the Marauder...

...but because Cross looked suddenly uncomfortable. Then his stomach loudly gurgled. Crosshair turned around now rethinking his earlier plan.

“What did YOU DO?” Crosshair demanded an answer from Tech.

Tech glared back with a diabolical grin. “Punishing your flatulent activity.”

“WHAT???” Both Cross and Hunter exclaimed.

“For the ‘Fart Jar’ Fiasco last night.”

“What jar?” Crosshair held his belly and started to sweat.

“The one in my toolkit you left a...” surprise” in. Honestly Crosshair, you’re acting obtuse.”

“Seriously? Why can’t you all stop touching each other's stuff???” Hunter felt like the ONLY adult on the ship.

Louder gurgling from Crosshair’s belly while he shook his sweaty head. An abdominal cramp had him doubling over. “Not m...”

“THAT WAS ME!” Everyone turned to see Wrecker standing in the doorway, wearing his Republic Underoos, clutching Lula.

“WHAT?” exclaimed Hunter, Tech, and a very painful Crosshair.

“I uh...wanted to get Crosshair back for crop dusting Lula...” He looked VERY guilty.

“Lula had it coming because I was blamed for you stinking up Hunter’s bed!”

“Wait...WHAT?” Hunter was seriously confused. “It SMELLED like Crosshair!”

“Yeah...” Wrecker scratched the back of his neck. “...because I KNOW how to build a stinkbomb.”

Hunter’s face dropped “WHY would you DO THAT to ME???”

Tech chimed in befuddled. “Yes, PLEASE explain WHY you would retaliate against Hunter and I when WE did NOTHING to you???”

“Because...’Wrecker paused and exhaled, then looked at all three of his brothers with fierce conviction. “I wanted to get one over on Cross for LETTING me get blamed by the 212th during our mission on Anaxis! AND because the two of YOU didn’t think I was SMART ENOUGH to pull off something like this!!!”

Hunter and Tech stared like deer in the headlights then glanced at each other.

“TELL ME you all DON’T assume I’m ALWAYS the DUMB one???” Wrecker crossed his arms over his chest.

“OH KRIFF!” Crosshair grabbed his bum with both hands and shuffled off to the refresher. He was ignored by his brothers to deal with his fate.

Hunter spoke first with humility. “NEVER thought you were dumb. Probably do underestimate you at times though. Wrecker, I promise to NEVER do this from now on.”

Wrecker turned to Tech now putting his hands on his hips. “WELL???”

“I’m IMPRESSED.”

Wrecker was mildly shocked.

“Your planning, ingenuity, divide and conquer strategy to create infighting and steer the blame away from yourself...I would ONLY consider such a diabolical scheme from Crosshair.” Tech pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Speaking of which...HOPE he made it to the refresher.” Hunter glanced behind him.

Tech sighed with remorse. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and spiked his caf.”

“Wrecker NO!”

Wrecker was drinking straight from the carafe (which he usually did due to not having a mug big enough for the clone). Hunter yanked it from Wrecker grasp.

“SPIT!” Wrecker spit the heaping mouthful right back into the carafe.

“Wrecker, you didn’t swallow any cafe, did you?” Tech was EXTREMELY concerned.

“Nope.”

“THANK STARS! Here.” Tech pulled out a Saleucami Delight Juice Box and handed it to Wrecker.

“Do I REALLY want to know what’s in THAT caf???” Hunter swirled the liquid inside the carafe with concern.

“Negative” Tech took the carafe from Hunter and promptly poured it down the Marauder’s galley sink.

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There were horrible noises emanating from the refresher. The smell was no better. Hunter refused to step any closer than the outside door to the bunk room. Held his nose the whole time. Tech sent Wrecker, whose sense of smell was next to nothing to check on Crosshair.

Wrecker gently knocked on the refresher door with his huge fist. “How ya holdin’ up, Cross?”

Nothing.

Then...a small weak strangled voice could be heard from behind the refresher door. “Wrecker...”

“...Yeah?”

“...I’m sorry...” More silence. “...never again...ok?”

“Ok Brother. I’ll...just leave ya to...finish.”

“Mmhm...” More sounds and whimpering.

“Oof.” Wrecker shook his head and walked off to join Hunter and Tech with palpable concern. “Is he gonna be ok?”

“Other than being moderately dehydrated and extremely chapped...most likely. However, he WILL be spending a full day in the refresher.”

Hunter shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Looks like I’m not getting a shower today.”

There was a knock at the Marauder gangplank.

Hunter strolled over and opened the hatch. Their Twi’lek neighbor appeared dressed in Meiloorun pajama bottoms and a tee with the words “I got high in Cloud City” emblazoned on it.

“Hi! Saw everyone was up. Wanted to invite you all over for breakfast at my place.” Pointing to their ship. “Figured since you like to go ‘casual’ I’d catch you early.” Sly grin and a wink.

Hunter grinned and chuckled. “That’s lovely...uh...unfortunately we’re experiencing an issue with our refresher...”

“You and your brothers can use mine!” The Twi’lek smiled warmly. “Uh...unless...It’s not TOO forward a thing to offer?” Nervously twisting their lekku.

“Not at all. LADS! We’ve been invited to breakfast AND to use our neighbor's refresher!” Then followed the delighted Twi’lek to their ship.

“WHOOO-HOOO!” Wrecker was off the ship in a flash, still in his Underoos clutching Lula.

Tech paused and looked back towards the refresher. Should he bother Crosshair now with this new development? He was sure Crosshair would figure it out. Tech shrugged, besides he wasn’t going ANYWHERE anytime soon. Descending the Marauder’s gangplank Tech decided he would check on Cross later.

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Back in the refresher, Crosshair heard EVERYTHING. He was damned if they were going to leave and have breakfast without him. Besides...his stomach was starting to feel a tiny bit better...

...then he was hit with ANOTHER deep abdominal cramp!

Crosshair pulled the last few squares off the roll beside him. DANK FERRICK! WAS IT SO KRIFFING HARD TO REPLACE THE ROLL??? Gritting his teeth, it was going to be a full toothpick pack kind of day. Cross felt around beside him and found the spare refresher paper package...

...to find it TOTALLY EMPTY! Crosshair was beyond pissed...so pissed he could have launched himself off the refresher seat into hyperspace!!!

WREEEEECKERRRRR!!!

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Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

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What Does Beauty Look Like?

Sergeant Hunter x female!reader (if you want a gender neutral version, just say something and I’ll make a second version of this or any of my pieces!)

Word Count: ~3.5K

TW: jealousy, body dysmorphia (reader’s feelings), so kinda angsty; no use of y/n; maybe a touch of exhibitionism, if ya squint; sorta getting smutty again, so 18+ only! I think that's it, but lemme know if I missed anything (not beta'd)!

Summary: Hunter’s love is struggling to feel pretty, so he takes it upon himself to make sure she knows how attractive she is to him. His brothers make a point to do the same (Hunter and reader are clearly a thing, but if you wanna read this as though it's poly you can do that too, I tried to leave it a little open-ended so that that would be up to you as the reader! If you have a problem with that then, move along, move along)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE DRIODS GUYS!!! They're a part of this family too! I fixed it! AZI and Gonky are now in the story! And I had forgotten to translate all the Mando'a terms, sorry! dictionary is at the top, but below the cut now! And fixed a few typos I spotted along the way too.

A/N: You guys! I just cranked out another fic! Idk why I can only really do them in one sitting lately, but hey, it's not a bad rhythm! And I tend to write the stuff I need to read, so I hope this resonates with others out there too! And I NEEDED to get started on Hunter-focused fics, so here's my first one for you guys!

Fun fact: the dumb question Tech gets asked is a legitimate question I was asked by an adult while in college. You know what they say, never piss off a writer or they will immortalize your idiocy for all eternity 🤪 everyone has bad moments and I still hope that question was just someone forgetting to think it through before opening their mouth, but every now and again it still haunts me that it was not a child that asked me that question. So now it can haunt you too! Hehe!

Mando'a: Ad'ika = little one (a name for one's children; literally ad = "son/daughter" mando'a is gender neutral, and "ika" = little) Mesh'la = Beautiful Sarad = flower

Hunter-specific dividers by @djarrex

For several months now, the Bad Batch has been more than a band of nearly-identical brothers and their little sister. Ever since the day Hunter fell in love and found the courage to ask the woman he fell for if she would join them on their adventures, with his family’s blessing of course, it went from 6 to 7.

One night, they find themselves eating dinner in a tavern while several very attractive people make every effort to catch the eyes of the men.

Hunter has no interest in the new people, even though they are clearly interested in him. He only has eyes for one woman, his lover. He and Omega head back to the ship, having barely even met the new strangers the rest of his men are so interested in before noticing Omega was getting tired. He brought her back to the ship, alone, and now tracks their comms from the ship to make sure the others are all safe. As he watches, one of the dots on his screen departs the group and heads for a lake not far away. It’s hers, his lover’s.

He checks on Omega one last time, nodding to AZI, before heading out and closing up the ship behind him. Tech will be along soon to keep an eye on her. Not that Tech isn’t interested in a partner, but Hunter knows Tech isn’t usually the type for one night stands. Which is rather handy for Hunter in situations like this, when he needs one more adult to keep an eye on the kid (AZI was helpful, but not trained for defense if need be) when he wants to spend a little alone time with his partner.

He catches up with her and can tell by her body language that she needs him. She’s sitting on a rock, hugging her knees, chin tucked on top, eyes closed. As he watches, she shifts, sighing, clearly trying to hold it in, looking up at the sky above her. Pain sits in her eyes, but he knows this is not physical pain, but internal pain.

He sits down behind her, one knee on either side of her, and wraps his body around her, pulling her into his chest. But where she would normally smile and lean back into him, she barely reacts at all.

“My strong, brilliant, gorgeous woman” he whispers in her ear. She turns her head a fraction, acknowledging his presence and words. He knows how to get her attention when she’s down. He also knows of her body dysmorphia. The whole team does. She only told Hunter, but Crosshair and Echo figured it out pretty quick, confirmed the symptoms and her body language with Tech, and asked Hunter about it. She doesn’t know they know about it though. He made them promise never to say anything about it, he knows she didn’t even want him to figure it out, but he wasn’t about the let the woman he loves suffer through it alone.

“Talk to me, Love,” he whispers in her ear “what’s up?”

She sighs. She couldn’t hide anything from Hunter even if she tried. “They say it’s not about whether or not a woman is pretty. But as soon as someone who IS pretty shows up, it’s like they forget I even exist, and all the things they said to me about it just evaporate into thin air.”

“I think they just want what we have,” Hunter counters.

“Still doesn't change the fact that I’m NOT one of the lucky ones who gets to be pretty. You deserve someone who at least matches you, Hunter. Couldn’t you feel the glances at us, the way those women clearly could tell you deserve more than what I can give you?”

“They are shallow and just looking for a quick lay, you know I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Pretty sure any of them would have agreed to date you without hesitation, Hunter”

“Doesn’t mean they have what I need in a partner” he nuzzles into her shoulder “You know what I like. I like a woman who’s good with kids, who can hold her own both in combat and in conversation with my brothers - I know my family is a lot. I like a woman who is independent and self sufficient even before she joins my squad. I like a woman with a brilliant mind who uses it to protect others. None of them had that.”

“Must have been at least one with a mind in there to entertain Tech.”

“Na, he usually just rambles to see if one of them will listen. But it’s not like any of them can keep up with him anyways, and he knows that. He’s not really interested in them, just is bored and has someone new to listen to him. Wouldn’t be surprised if he comes looking for us soon enough.”

“What about the others?” She’s not convinced.

“Well, Crosshair and Wrecker just like the attention and don’t mind a quick lay. Echo needs a quick lay to prove to him he’s still got it. The guys are only interested in them because they are just temporary. If they really wanted a woman to stick around they wouldn’t go for one that made you feel uncomfortable, they each know the pain of that feeling themselves and they adore you and would hate knowing their actions made you feel that way.”

“I’m still not attractive, Hunter.”

Hunter looks at her, astonished that she’s still not aware of the effect she has on him “I suppose, you think that because you can’t see the way your eyes sparkle when you’ve found a new challenge you want to take on. You can’t see the way your laughter lights up your whole body. You can’t see how beautiful you look when you’re concentrating on something, like when you’re reading a book and your mind is in a different universe. You can’t see how you glow when you get a chance to be a mother to Omega, especially when she falls asleep curled into you. You can’t see how beautiful it is when you’re so focused on doing something right that you bite those luscious lips of yours. Nor how good your ass looks when you bend over while working on the ship with us. And you have no idea what all of that does to me. I guess I usually steal glances at you when you’re doing little things. And I don’t know why I try to sneak glances when you aren’t looking. Maybe next time I should let my gaze wander long enough that you know when I’m checking you out.”

He plants a long kiss on her ear, and his hands begin to wander. Rubbing every inch of her within his reach. Her chest, her arms, her legs, her shoulders. Anything that holds her close to him. His mouth begins to wander too. It moves from her ear, where it’s been during their conversation, to trail kisses down her neck, which become open-mouthed as they reach her shoulders, sucking passionately.

She opens to him. Head falling back onto his shoulder, breathing heavy, whispering his name to the heavens like a prayer. Feeling his member harden behind her at the use of his name.

“I know what you need, Love.” He whispers back. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me lay all my love on you, be it sexual or not. Let me love you like no man ever has. I know it will take time for this to heal, and that I cannot fix it for you, but let my love help you see that you are attractive, not just in mind and soul, but also in body. Let me show you how gorgeous you are to me, every inch of you. And I swear I will never hide another glance at your body from you. I love all of you, and I need you to feel that.”

“Oh, Hunter!” She mueled as he continued caressing her body.

He could hear the tears in her eyes with every noise she made as she gave in to his touch.

“I’m here, Gorgeous” his gravelly voice sending shivers down her spine, knowing that it was her he was describing that way, and that he genuinely meant it.

Without letting go, he maneuvers around her and scoops her up, bridal style.

“Let’s find a spot that’s softer to lay you out on, my Love.”

He carries her to a bed of moss and lays her down gently. Then with a smirk, he dives in for a passionate kiss, covering her body with his own, and letting his body weight act like her personal weighted blanket.

When her hands begin to try to reciprocate and make him feel good too, he takes her hands in his - not her wrists, he wants this to be gentle and sensual, not dominating - and holds them above her head.

“Not tonight, my Love. Tonight I need to make you feel good. Just let me hear you, you know what your voice does to me.”

Tech has detached himself from the group and is looking for his Seargent and favorite conversationalist. Tracking Hunter’s comm signal, he follows it to a quiet spot by a lake, hidden by trees and covered in soft mosses. At first he finds it odd that they are so far from the ship when Omega is still on the ship, until a noise makes its way to him as he approaches. A noise like a whimper puts him on high alert, and he ducks out of view behind a tree, listening closely. But the second sound that reaches him puts him at ease. It’s her voice, moaning Hunter’s name. Still hidden behind the tree, he relaxes, and smiles to himself.

“Good” he whispers, mostly to himself, “bed her well Brother. Give her a night she won’t soon forget, as rare a gem as she. She needs to know how much she means to us. Make sure she feels it, Brother.”

He quietly departs, not wanting his presence to ruin the moment for them.

Hunter, still covering the woman he loves in kisses, surfaces for a moment, and glances through the trees. He looks back down at the woman beneath him and finds her eyes, enjoying getting lost in them for a moment. She’s getting her glow back, but Hunter is far from done. And now he doesn’t have to worry about how long they have been out here, now that someone is back at the ship with Omega.

The next morning, camped in the sunlight on a new planet, the team begins to wake up. Most still groggy, they reaching for extra caf. Hunter, still spooning his love, wakes to the sight of the love of his life curled around little Omega, both still sleeping soundly. But Tech took watch all night that night, as he usually prefers to do on nights like this (something about no one else being sober nor focused enough after a night of ‘wild abandon’ as he called it, to actually keep watch), and someone needs to relieve him. So he plants a long kiss on her temple, enjoying how she stirs a little beneath him, but doesn’t wake up.

“Sleep, Mesh’la, I need to give Tech a break.”

He tucks his girls in and heads to the cockpit.

Tech looks up when he enters, and gives him a knowing smirk.

“I think she’s starting to feel it” Hunter’s voice is a little extra gravelly with sleep.

Tech’s eyebrows raise in question.

Hunter smirks in return. “How rare a gem she is, and how much she means to us,” quoting Tech from the night before.

“Ah, so you were aware of my presence. It was not my goal to disturb you.”

Hunter lets a laugh surface for a moment “I kinda hoped you would hear it when you came looking for us. I knew you would look for us. She needs the encouragement of knowing when you lot seek her company.” He glances back over his shoulder to where she and Omega continued to sleep peacefully, “When she wakes up, don’t hide your appreciation for her, make sure she knows how much she means to all of us. Yeah?”

Tech smiles, and nods.

“But as far as she’s concerned, you didn’t hear it from me. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t hear us last night” he winks at his brother.

Tech’s smile widens, and he nods.

When she does wake, she finds the men and Omega enjoying the fresh air and sights of the beautiful new planet Tech brought them to during the night.

Hunter’s legs are stretched out along the side of the entire ramp as he leans back against the door frame, eyes closed. Tech sits on the other side of the ramp and a bit farther down, a project in hand, spilling onto Gonky, who sat at Tech's side next to the ramp.

She snuggles up to Hunter, sitting between him and Tech. Hunter wraps an arm around her in return, checking her eyes to make sure her glow is returning, and smiling brightly back at her when he finds it.

“Good morning, Love” he kisses her hair, and she leans into him with a relaxing sigh.

Tech exchanges another knowing glance with him.

“How was your night, Tech?” She asks, still holding on tightly to Hunter. He can tell she’s trying not to brace for a story about another woman, and an endless description of how pretty she was.

“Fine,” Tech responds, matter-of-factly, “finally got a chance to finish a few projects I’ve been working on for far too long.”

Something about the way he doesn’t even mention the women that were chatting them up the night before, almost as if he’s forgotten them already (he has), makes her feel a little better.

Hunter can feel her relaxing against him. He smiles.

“And you? It sounded like you two had a good night last night.” Tech’s attention is still on his project, and he acts as though he did not just say he caught them making love the night before.

“Uh,” she glances at Hunter, and finds a mischievous look awaiting her there. So he had known Tech overheard. She blushed. “Yeah.” Her eyes trailed to the ground, she didn’t mind that he had heard, but she wasn’t exactly expecting him to bring it up so nonchalantly either. “And you?” She tossed the question back at him, not exactly sure what else to do.

“They, were not my type,” he answered, simply. “One of them asked how water gets back up to the top of a river, because they thought they were essentially circular by nature. I left shortly thereafter. However, you should ask the other three that question, as each of them attempted to sneak into the ship very early this morning. None of them successfully snuck into the ship, but since they did not wake you, Hunter, nor Omega, I suppose they did not entirely fail, either. But I thought you would all appreciate waking up in a place like this instead of stuck amidst the stink of that city.”

She and Hunter laughed at his story.

“Much appreciated, it is beautiful here. All in all, not a bad night though, despite the shallowness of the company?” Hunter asked.

“Affirmative. It was nice to finally finish up a few projects. Speaking of, I believe that completes one more.” Tech seems to be done fiddling with the project in his lap and holds it out to her, “the reading light you wanted.”

She looks at it, surprise etched onto her face, and then her eyes move to Tech as though she’s missing something.

“Crosshair saw you eyeing one at that book stall a few planets ago,” Tech explains.

She looked over to where Crosshair sat, alone, but not far away, and caught him watching her out of the corner of his eye. He nodded at her, confirming Tech’s story.

“It took me a while longer than I liked to acquire all the parts and complete it for you. Echo helped discreetly acquire the pieces and keep my designs for it out of sight so that it would be a surprise for you. I know you’ve probably already finished the books you bought that day, but for the next time we find you some new books.”

She takes it and turns it on, examining it, a smile on her face.

“I made sure to make it not too bright so it won’t wake Hunter if you want to read at night, but not dim enough to strain your eyes,” he supplies, always ready with more info.

“Thank you, Tech. I didn’t realize anyone had noticed that, let alone cared enough to make one for me. You have so many projects you’re working on already, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I wanted to do this for you. You mean a great deal to all of us, not just because Hunter loves you. As you know, we do not let just anyone stay with us. This is my way of saying thank you for all the little things you do for us. Do not think we do not notice them.”

Her eyes are glossy as she leans over to hug him “thank you, Tech. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.” Tech reciprocates the hug, and Hunter smiles at him from behind her, nodding at his brother.

She leans back into Hunter, resting her head on his shoulder, clutching her new reading light to her chest.

Hunter pulls her close, and whispers in her ear “See? You mean the galaxy to all of us.”

“How do I know you didn’t set that up just to make me feel better?” She giggles, but her voice is quiet, not wanting the others to hear.

“Then trust me that he did not ‘set it up’, I have been working on it since we visited that bookshop and left early last night to finish it and a few other projects when I found myself quite bored,” Tech piped up.

“Sorry, Tech. I didn’t mean—”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It meant a lot to me to have someone with us who also appreciates books and knowledge as much as I do. Making something as simple and small as a reading light is the least I could do in return.”

She reaches out and takes Tech’s hand, squeezing it for a moment as a way to say thank you. Tech squeezes back for a moment, then picks up the next project that had been sitting atop Gonky.

Hunter is beaming with pride for his little family.

Omega bounces up to them, her cheeks pink from frolicking in the great outdoors since she woke up.

“Good morning!” She smiles brightly up at Hunter and his partner, throwing herself into their arms.

“Good morning, Ad’ika [little one],” Hunter laughs, hugging both his girls tightly, and making them laugh too.

“Tech! Look what I found! What kind of flowers are they?” Omega holds out a bouquet of a wide variety of flowers, and Tech begins to tell her all about the different species and why they are different colors and shapes.

Wrecker approaches, brushing off the grass acquired from following his little sister through the meadow and helping her pick one of every type of flower they could find. He pauses, picking two more flowers on his way over.

“Mornin’!” He practically shouts as he arrives at the ramp to the ship. And then he leans forward and sticks one flower he just picked behind the ear of the girl, and one behind the ear of the woman at Hunter’s side. Beaming at the young girl and the woman, he wordlessly plops himself down in the grass at the foot of the ramp to listen to Tech rambling about the flowers in Omega’s hands.

“A flower as beautiful as you, Sarad [flower]” Echo approaches from behind, holding a steaming mug of caf, and looking at the woman in Hunter’s arms. She smiles as Echo leans against the doorway behind Tech.

“Aww, thanks, Echo.”

He winks at her, and nods at Hunter.

She cuddles her way into Hunter, who’s hand now rubs her back. He’s still smiling broadly, eyes full of love as he watches her.

Crosshair nods his approval from his spot nearby, giving her one of his rare smiles, as he plucks a toothpick from one of the pockets on his belt.

Maybe Hunter had been right. Not that she didn’t trust him, she just had trouble believing it when someone told her she was pretty. After a lifetime of what seemed like evidence to the contrary, it was nice to start a little collection of evidence beginning to prove that that notion may have been jaded by her own self-doubt.

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