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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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LOVE IN ITS MOST INTIMATE FORM | TECH

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Synopsis: you attempt to deal with Tech's injury while battling your own regret.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 EP 2, injury, self-doubt, fluff, i think that's it. W/C: 1475

Notes: sorry this isn't the best, i am sick…again, and i feel like shit so forgive me. I will try to put something longer and better out soon, i just had to write something for these episodes. this was supposed to be out yesterday but i am having an issue with this post appearing in them after three separate occasions of reposting. it's annoying but oh well

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You saw it coming. You fucking saw the crate slide downwards, you saw it, yet you couldn't move fast enough, you couldn't scream loud enough, you couldn't do enough as it collided with Tech's leg, sending his torso jerking back at an uncomfortable angle.

Tech grunts in pain as the rest of you slam into the floor, the harsh metal biting viciously into your spine. It took a moment for the black splotches dancing across your vision to fade and for your ears to stop their incessant ringing. But when they did, Omega's voice was the first thing you heard. You scramble to your feet, helping Echo remove the crate from Tech's leg. Your hands shake all the while before breathing a sigh of relief when you finally get him out. Tech must have noticed your anxiety because he's quick to reassure you that he's merely fractured his femur. Although he does admit he's not okay, you're positive he's concealing the extent of the injury.

"I will be just fine," he told you, but it's nearly impossible for you to believe him because every step he takes is with a painful limp; even with Echo supporting his weight, he constantly bites his lip to contain how much pain he's enduring for the sake of the anxiety building in your chest.

You would admire his endurance and resolve if it wasn't for such a foolhardy cause.

Having emerged from the crash site and under the cover of whispering foliage, you let yourself catch your breath. Unfortunately, it was short-lived as Omega spotted movement not too far off.

"We're being followed."

The sentence, so simple and raw, sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, adrenaline roaring as your hands flew to your concealed blaster. The bushes to your left rustled with activity, and in an instant, yours and Echo's blasters were on the man, Omega's crossbow drawn back.

"Don't move."

The man revealed himself as Romar and, upon further questioning and under the scrutiny of Echo's blaster, led you to his dwelling. The exterior was covered in faux grass, and the house's paint imitated the color of dirt to blend in with its surroundings. The interior, however, was much smaller than you imagined. The place was cluttered with crates of various sizes and shapes, with a workbench lined against the wall. In addition, a hole in the floor revealed a basement, more room for whatever Romar was housing.

Tech collapses on a stool once you reach the threshold, placing his arm against the splintering wood of the workbench to relieve some of the pressure. You watch as he purses his lips, and a noise of discomfort muffled by his closed mouth does not evade your ears, much to his dismay.

Your sole focus on Tech soon fades as an argument brews between Echo and Omega about whether or not to return to the chest, with Echo ultimately having the final word and sending her to watch over the man. She was frustrated, for reasons you did not entirely understand, which was evident by how she bitterly stalked away from Echo, her shoulders hunched in dismay, but ultimately he was right. It was too dangerous to return to the crate, and Tech's injury would make evading the empire even more arduous.

A couple moments later, Echo escapes outside to alleviate some of the building tension, leaving the two of you alone.

"Here, let me take a look at it," you offer him, taking a seat on a vacant stool next to him, but he gazes at you with something unfamiliar in his irises, hidden behind the thick goggles framing his sharp features. He pushes his goggles further onto the bridge of his nose, his honey-amber irises staring fixedly at you.

"I am quite alright, my dear. It is nothing I cannot manage," Tech dismisses aloofly, his hand waving to further put the matter aside.

"I'll believe it when I see it," you defiantly cross your arms over your chest. Tech merely shakes his head at your persistence and tries to extend his thigh to you, but not before he doubles over, gasping at what you can imagine is excruciating pain. Tech grits his teeth as you elevate his leg on your lap.

Silence settles thickly over the room, bursting with unspoken words and remorse like a heavy gas, engulfing the room in an instant with its toxic fumes. You can hear every raggedy inhale and exhale as he tries to regain his bearings, his hand clutching the table so hard you're afraid he's going to break it. His other hand grips his leg, the fabric balling beneath his fingertips.

You gently place your hand over his, and he looks down at the simple point of contact, almost unsure of what to do next, while your expression morphs into something of concern. "Why didn't you tell me how bad it was sooner?"

"It was nothing to worry about. We had more pressing matters to attend to," Tech tries to reassure you, disregarding the matter once more, so instead, you squeeze his hand to gain his attention.

"Tech, your health and wellbeing are important and take precedence-"

"-Our safety takes precedence, not a mere fracture. I have dealt with worse before, I assure you," he states bluntly.

"But you shouldn't have to, Tech. If I reacted quicker, we wouldn't be in the kriffing situation." You remove your hand from Tech's in your frustration but his darts out to take yours once more. His thumb tenderly runs down the joints and knuckles in your hand in an effort to quell your self-doubt.

"If you had reacted quicker, you would have taken the injury for me, correct?" Your eyes unglue from his, embarrassed by his ability to predict your train of thought so ably. But, unbeknownst to you, his eyes soften as they search the floor for the right words to convey his uncharacteristically disorganized train of thought. Tech wasn't accustomed to expressing his emotions in the common tongue or, really, in any way. Amidst the horrors of war, learning how to properly articulate feelings was never a concern. That was until you joined, and he had to learn to navigate the realm of his unseen emotions. Little by little, the words started to come more naturally to him, but reassurance…it wasn't a skill he'd mastered quite yet.

"It is neither your nor my fault. Situations like these can occur without our involvement. It was out of our control, mesh'la. You must accept that and move on."

You take a moment to let the full validity of his words sink in. The cord of tension wound tightly in your muscles begins to unwind as your rigid posture relaxes. His words carry a hint of softness hidden under his matter-of-fact manner. It proves new meaning to what would be considered stiff advice to conveying that which cannot be put into words, a care, a worry, a feeling destined to be expressed by actions, not flowery language. His hand continues its path over yours.

"I know you're right…but I just wish I could do more."

"Of course I'm right," he pauses for a moment at your chuckle, "but there is nothing more you can do without sufficient medical supplies."

You frown at Tech's response before calling out to the man tinkering about in the basement. "Romar?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec, kid." Romar emerges from the room and moves around a couple of boxes until he finds what you asked for. He tosses it to you, and you catch it with ease, sending him a grateful smile. He nods in return before descending the stairs once more.

You set the kit on the table and begin working, your hands ghosting over his thigh as you use what's available to splint his leg. Tech is quiet most of the time. The occasional hiss or grunt is the only indication that he feels anything at all. You work in silence, and your thoughts can't help but wander off. You know that soon, you would have to depart from the house to reconvene with the other Batchers and return to Cid. And even though your lives and the conflict that followed it were fated to continue, you can't help but relish in the serenity of the in-between you're granted before all hell breaks loose.

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Take it from me - Wrecker x soldier!Reader

Summary: Wrecker ends up drinking away his emotions in a bar after witnessing a traumatic event take place, but finds comfort and joy after you make an appearance and share your own experiences with war.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, alcohol as a coping mechanism, reader has a smoking problem, reader also has a synthetic eye. (Set a year before season 7 of tcw)

No use of Y/N, you go by your soldier name (an’edee = all bite)

The worn down walls of the seedy bar were illuminated by hanging light shades which were hanging off to one side, the floorboards sticky with spilt alcohol from previous customers. A few folk were sitting around, the sharp smell of tobacco and whisky filling Wrecker’s senses as he sat at the bar counter.

He was alone, dressed in civilian clothes and doing his best to draw attention away from him and his bulky appearance. It was uncommon for Wrecker to find himself in a bar in the lower levels of Coruscant at night, but they were for a reasonable cause.

Wrecker wouldn’t label himself as having a hard-shelled conscious. He wouldn’t label himself as being strong minded either, which is why he was here in the first place, whisky in hand and a tear in his eye.

Only a few days ago, Wrecker lost his other eye, half of his face was bloodied and bruised, the scars were devastating but he didn’t feel much pain, thanks to the bacta. His physical pain was no match to the ache he felt in his chest, he felt like he needed to throw up - which he had done many times before coming to the bar.

He could’ve saved them; the people who lost their lives in the explosion. He could’ve pulled them away but they were too close. He at least tried, but that cost him his eye. An eye which he didn’t care much about compared to the innocent lives which were taken. If he had been quicker, he could’ve helped more of the citizens, he didn’t care if it cost him his life.

He gripped the ale glass a bit tighter, the first tear falling from his synthetic eye as he hung his head low. Wrecker said nothing to the barman who glanced at him worriedly, deciding it would be best to leave him alone as he sipped nonchalantly at the remaining ale, free of charge, in his glass.

Sitting a few seats away, you ordered a shot to clear your senses, cigarette in your mouth as you placed your lighter back in your trouser pocket. You noticed the hulk of a man sitting a few feet away from you, sulking over a half empty glass and looking at nothing in particular. It didn’t take a genius to know he was upset, you knew by the tears forming in his eyes and the way he gripped the glass so tight it would almost shatter. He was a soldier, clearly, with all those battle scars ranging from his arms all the way to his head. You were intrigued, but kept your ignorant curiosity at bay.

You passed 3 credits to the barman across from you as he passed you a shot. You stared at it blankly, glancing back at the sulking man before deciding to order another shot. Sending you a strange look, the barman made up another at your request and placed it beside the other one which had yet to be drunk. With a nod of gratitude and another 3 credits exchanged, you slipped off your seat with the shots in your hands and walked up to the man who was looking deeply into his ale glass.

As you sat down beside him, he jumped at your sudden presence and snapped his head up to look at you. You placed the shot glasses down in front of you and put your hands up as a sign of disarm, noticing he was staring at your fake eye for a fair amount of time before clearing his throat and looking at the shot glass which was closest to him.

“You look terrible, felt like this might help,” You offered, your words blunt but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he smiled slightly and let out a sigh. You sat down beside him and placed your cigarette in the ash tray which was beside you on the counter.

“Thanks, I guess,” He replied, looking back up at you and doing his best to look at anywhere but your eye which was identical to his. You didn’t fail to notice the shocking wound that was on the side of his head, barely healed, and completely red raw. You noticed his cybernetic eye too, although he looked as though he was trying to hide it from curious eyes.

“You a soldier?” You asked, and in response he nodded his head. The man beside you seemed to lose his smile after you questioned him, taking a long sip of his bitter ale which burned the back of his throat.

“Unfortunately” He scoffed.

“Mm, I remember those days well,” You pick at your nails as you recall the moments you were a soldier yourself, before the clones took over. You were part of a battalion which consisted of 2 Chiss, 1 Mirialan and 4 humans, you were a squad of assassins who worked for the Republic until you were replaced. Now a days, you just do jobs here and there to keep a roof over your head.

“You’re a soldier too?” The man seemed hopeful, eyes widening as he realised that there was more in common between you two than he realised.

“I was once, before the Republic decommissioned my team after the clones took over, ever since then I’ve been on my own,” You sighed, crossing one of your legs over the other as you reunited the eye contact between you and the brute.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that,” He seemed genuine with his words, sipping once more at his drink as you picked up your abandoned cigarette from the clean ash tray and placed it between your lips once more.

“So, what’s brought you to the outlander on a quiet night like this?” You couldn’t help but ask, taking a puff from your cigarette and making sure to exhale away from the mans face. He seemed relieved that you didn’t breathe any of the toxic fumes his way, considering Wrecker never smoked and always found the stench of tar horrid. But he didn’t judge you for deciding to indulge in that habit, he had alcohol in his hand after all. The both of you had bad habits.

“Bad day out on the field,” He pointed to his face as he spoke, gesturing to the injury on his face which could make the strongest person wince. You bit back a grimace as you studied the wound, looking at all the different lines of the scar which pointed in different directions. He looked as though a bomb had exploded next to his face.

“That’s the price of war, my friend, I should know,” You were talking about your cybernetic eye, as well as the scar that went straight through your eye socket and past the bridge of your nose.

“How’d you get it?” He asked, patiently waiting for your response as you puffed on your cigarette and flicked the ash into the tray beside you.

“A commando droid, it slashed my face before I could blast its ass,” You scoffed, looking back at the memory which made you scrunch your face in disgust. Thinking of the war put a sour taste in your mouth.

“I had to get reconstruction surgery on my nose, my eye was beyond recovery so they got me a new one, squeaky and clean,” Wrecker didn’t know how you managed to do it, but you seemed to somehow shed light on dark topics with a chuckle and joking words. He wished he could be that breezy about his experiences.

“You’ll get used to it, it’ll feel weird at first but eventually it’ll feel like the eye you once had,” You reassured him by pressing a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t flinch or pull away which seemed to relieve you. The last thing you wanted was to get too comfortable around the hulk soldier.

“Thanks…” He replied.

“I’m Wrecker,” He stretched out his hand for you to take.

“An’edee” You took it without hesitance, shaking it softly before letting it go. Wrecker stared at you strangely.

“An’edee? All bite?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and took another puff of your shortening cigarette.

“So you speak Mando’a?” You raised a brow, tapping it into the ash tray once more as Wrecker nodded.

“I had a friend of mine who was a Mandalorian, she was part of my team back when we were soldiers and she used to call me Ad’enee all the time because of my stubbornness,” You chuckle as you remembered her face and the moment you obtained that nickname.

Wrecker seemed to like the story behind your name, and also seemed to approve of it, nodding his head and testing it on his tongue once more.

“You seem a lot nicer than you look” Wrecker commented, but you knew he meant no harm or offence.

“So do you” You replied, picking up one of the shot glasses and gesturing for him to pick up the other one. He didn’t hesitate and picked it up, clinking it against yours as the tension washed away from his body.

“Here’s to being a soldier” You said before confidently knocking back the shot, your face twisting in slight discomfort before you swallowed the hard liquor. Wrecker reacted the same way, and made a small noise of disgust after he finished his shot. But he didn’t complain, he knew better than to complain about a kind gesture from another person who was only trying to calm his nerves.

“Thanks for that” Wrecker nodded his head to you bashfully, his cheeks tinted a faint pink as he fiddled with the empty shot glass and glanced at you.

“No need, soldiers are supposed to be there for their brethren, regardless of who they are and where they came from” Your words stuck with Wreck, his heartbeat picking up a little bit with your sincere tone and state of mind. He had never met a person like you, most of the time people didn’t approach him because of his scary and bulky appearance. But you were more than what you seemed, you were understanding and compassionate, and even empathic. He had never met a soldier like you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You raised a brow curiously and shuffled closer to him. Wrecker allowed himself to smile and rubbed the back of his neck whilst clearing his throat.

“I just… I feel like I’m expendable. When I lost my eye, they chucked me in the medical bay and called it a day, and they only gave me 12 hours to recover before I was assigned to another mission,” Wrecker sighed, his expression and tears in his eyes telling you all you needed to know.

“I get so tired, running around and blasting droids, it makes me wonder if this war is ever going to end” He watched as you lit another cigarette after putting out your last one. He wasn’t going to stop you, he knew what the stress of war done to someone and could only imagine how bad your lungs looked due to smoking as a stress relief. He couldn’t blame you, he was just as bad with drinking after all.

“Well, if you ever feel like you need a break, or hell, even feel like deserting, you can seek refuge with me for a bit” You offered kindly, blowing your smoke away from Wrecker even though the smell was still very evident. He didn’t mind it, if anything it calmed his senses.

“That… sounds lovely, but I can’t accept” He shook his head dismissively, but you weren’t having it.

“You don’t have to accept if you don’t want to, but the offer will always be open,” You smiled, taking a napkin from the bar counter and using a pen from your jacket to write down your coordinates. Wrecker was shocked at your kind gesture, he never thought he’d be touched by being offered safety and sanctuary away from the war. He was built for war, literally, so running away was never an option. But it felt relieving to have a backup plan of some sort.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s in a week or in a year’s time, give me a shout and I’ll organise something” You slid the napkin over to him and he immediately reached for it, reading over your handwriting before looking back up and offering you the most charming smile.

“Thank you, truly” Wrecker reluctantly took the napkin, his mismatched eyes glazing over your messy handwriting before tucking the napkin into his trouser pocket. You nodded your head and placed your much smaller hand over his large one, a supportive smile on your face as your face thumb ran over his knuckles in a reassuring manner. You put out your cigarette and cleared your throat, ordering a drink to get rid of the taste of tobacco in your mouth.

At that moment, Wrecker finally found peace, a little speckle of light to pull him away from the void of trauma he’d been dealing with his entire life. Someone to keep him present, someone who went through the same things he went through, and now he’s afraid to let go. He’s afraid to even leave the outlander at the moment.

But there’s no rush once you finish your cigarette, neither of you are in a hurry. And you’re both looking forward to spending your night in each other’s company, talking the night away.

And to Wrecker, nothing sounds better.

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thevibraniumveterans · 1 year

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What.

WHAT.

WHAAAAAT

I did NOT expect that to happen!! 😫

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #the bad batch series

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queen-of-the-night-lights · 1 year

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I just realized I have 99 followers!!! I thought that was pretty cool and I wanted to thank all of you. I know I do not post very often, but I thank you guys for sticking with me.

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131-vr · 2 months

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A conversation I had with my sister.

Somebody kill me.

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strawberry-queen-66 · 2 months

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Crosshair: “I wouldn’t think twice about leaving [Omega] behind”

Omega:

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emmasbadbatch · 6 months

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Rotating crosshair badbatch in my mind like he's inside a microwave

#the bad batch #star wars #emmasbadbatch art #tbb crosshair #if anyone is following the microwave series on twitter he has now been trapped for 65 days

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nobie · 1 year

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Tech in 'Aftermath'

#im depressed so im doing this #the bad batch #star wars #tech tbb #gifs #swedit #tbbedit #starwarsblr #tbb #for my first set back #its not bad just gotta work on the quality #this might be a series #myedits*

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shiversdownyourspleen · 7 days

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I wasn’t expecting it, but Rampart being an absolute dumbass is quickly becoming one of my favourite characters he’s a DICK but it’s to the point where I’d also be genuinely sad if he dies

Honestly his banter with the Batch in the jungle was the best part of this episode

Like this man went from the KILL list to being one of my favourite supporting characters how did this happen

Anyways go watch episode 14 it’s a ton of fun and makes me absolutely dread what they’re gonna do to us in the finale

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imperialcadetdaye · 1 year

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Happy Mother’s Day to my favorite mothers in the galaxy! Not but seriously these characters have gotten me through some hard times

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES | COMMANDER CODY

Synopsis: It's been two years, give or take, since the Empire first rose to power. Those years were more often than not filled with desolate loneliness, longing for the Cody you once knew to return to you as his former self. Only that day came sooner than you imagined.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, TBB S2 EP 3 SPOILERS, some angst, some fluff, bitter-sweet endings bc he deserves one. W/C: 1309

Notes: this is all over the place... just don't pay too much attention to it

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The flowers on your bedside table were long dead. You hadn't bothered to replace them- touch them is more accurate since Cody first put them there what feels like a million rotations ago.

Your room was small, with nothing but a bed and a bathroom, but you should be lucky that the Empire provided this much after you were relocated from the 212th. Your refusal to leave the military was forged by the consequences of doing so because, despite your hatred and burning rage toward the Empire, you didn't have any kind of backup outside of this job. You're sure if you resigned, the Empire would make sure that one of their finest medics never gets a job again, forcing you to rely solely on them for any false sense of stability. In fact, they might not even let you leave at all, given how long you've served the Republic. Though, it didn't matter, for there was another part of you, another reason you refused to leave...because of him.

You worked as a field medic for the last two years of the Clone Wars for the 212th battalion. The job wasn't easy, but the company of the men made up for all the gore and death you had to witness and fix. It's how you met Cody, after all, how the flowers of your relationship bloomed, the petals stretching wide to reach new heights and opportunities like your smile once did. The relationship you and Cody shared was beautiful. No matter how much secrecy it caused the two of you, you flourished under the circumstances, just relishing in the feeling of being his while it lasted. Now it was all lost, the petals rotting and decaying, curling in on themselves with the stench of death, and you didn't have the heart to throw away your only physical reminder of what once was.

You don't see him much anymore.

When the Empire first rose from the ashes of the Clone Wars, Cody was no longer the same. More noticeably, his eyes were dark; the bright gleam of life you had grown accustomed to seeing was nowhere to be found, his irises devoid of anything other than an end. Nevertheless, it had encouraged you to ask questions when he visited you about a headache, prattling on and on about the Empire and the Jedi turned traitors to all he stood for and fought for; what he was bred for.

You listened with open ears as you did x-rays and scans, only to frown at the lack of results that something was abnormal. You knew Cody wasn't one to complain, especially when it came to pain- a clone commander's stubbornness- but there was nothing amiss, and that should have been your first sign that something was horribly wrong.

Cody protested, insisting that something was definitely not right as you sent him off with a smile and some pain medication. Since then, the Empire has kept him busy shutting down rebel insurgents, gaining control of star systems, and making Cody dirty his blood-soaked hands further with the victims of the Empire. As a result, his visits grew far and few, never sharing the same connection you and he once had. However, it doesn't seem to matter to him. No matter how often you tried to talk to him and get him to open up in desperation to return to some sense of normalcy between you two, he reassured you that he was fine, just following orders. You didn't believe him.

There's an unsteady and frantic knock at the door, echoing loudly throughout your room with a loud thump. You narrow your eyes at the entrance, but somehow, amongst your melancholy, you manage to rise from your bed, already dressed for the day, to greet your visitor.

It's Cody.

You haven't seen him in six months, and even then, his last visit only lasted a couple of hours before he was deployed again, yet the first thing you notice is his armor. It's stripped of all its former color; the color of freedom he and his brother proudly sported has been leaked from every crevice of the one thing he's allowed to own. A testament to his enslavement to the Empire.

The door is pulled shut, his shaky hands finding your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world, as if it's still you and Cody against the galaxy, not the other way around. You don't know what to feel as he searches your face, drinking in the sight of you with wild distress, and that scares you most of all.

Your head is pounding as you watch Cody's mouth form words you can't entirely comprehend. A mission, Crosshair, droids, the governor, the finer details go over your head as you're still staggering from Cody's presence in front of you, as though no time has passed since his last visit. He's here and talking to you like he did when droids were the enemy. A weight lifts off your shoulders at the very thought of your Cody, the one who would lay on your chest and let you run your hands through his hair, returning from the darkness he's been hiding in.

While his explanation is rushed, his tense body continually moving in a state of anxiety, his eyes wander from yours every once in a while to scan the room to ensure his safety. You recognize the look in his eyes, and things begin to click into place; he's scared.

"Will you go with me?" he concludes his long-winded explanation, and you blink at him. After his strange behavior and detachment, he's come back and asks you to desert the Empire with him. To leave everything you know and hold behind, your lives, family, everything, all to build a better one for yourselves, a life together.

You swallow the lump that had inexplicably formed in your throat, your blood pumping with newfound energy and purpose, and you collapse into his armored chest despite yourself. He returns the embrace as you crumble into him, offering you the comfort he was unable to provide before, offering every apology he can within his strong arms, providing you safety and security within his wiry muscles underneath his hardened exterior. You can't remember a time when you felt so cared for.

You have questions, so many goddamn questions, but they all evaporate the moment he sees your lips moving to form words, uttering his own that leaves you reeling.

"Trust me."

And you can't help but do exactly that. You bite back every warning and concern, pushing it to the back of your mind because you will have time for them later. Time.

You have time with him.

So while Cody holds you tenderly like he's afraid you'll break, you agree, practically sobbing in his chest with relief that after all this time, he still cares for you. Even when he is abandoning his brothers, the once Republic that fabricated him, the very thing he would have died for, he came to you and asked you to commit treason with him. The gesture speaks more volumes than any flowery language or touches ever could, conveying his belief and trust in you that after all that had happened, he's choosing you, and that's worth all the time in the world.

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goga-je-pieroga · 3 months

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The Bad Batch s1 (2021)

This series is so beautiful that i can't even. Both visually and in terms of the script.

I wish i could upload better looking gifs but tumblr doesn't allow me so it is what it is.

#the bad batch #star wars #sw #star wars gifs #star wars series #star wars animation #camino #clone wars #captain rex #tbb echo #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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arkham-prisoner · 4 months

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There’s a lot of stupid debate because of a certain YouTuber about if Star Wars is for boys or girls. You’re all wrong. It’s for Carrie Fisher. She said it herself.

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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Unseen Scars

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

(part two)

Masterlist

The costs of war can never be truly accounted for, you spun the disgusting bottom shelf liquid around your glass pondering Master Yoda's saying noting how right it was. Your head swam back to when the order was given, feeling all the death and pain through the force. The betrayal on the deepest level, soldiers we fought beside for years trusted with our lives killing us like discarded bantha fodder. We never saw it coming, we speculated something was coming but we never dreamed that our dearest allies would turn on us. You wondered if anyone had made it and if they too lived like womp rats hiding in darkness.

One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. The saying twisted in your guts like a knife, how does one even move past something like that? How could I even think of the future? Your mind wandered to your closest... friend and confidant then the rage seethed like it normally did when you envision his face knowing it was one of countless who gunned down Jedi. You slammed the drink back. Looking up you saw another hooded stranger walking sitting in the other dark corner. Your mind went blank at this presence, body screaming at you to run... it didn't take long to find out why. Frozen to your seat like the ice of Hoth itself held you down forcing you to watch the scene unfolds. In the commotion your hood most have fallen back, the four men and him stared at you you didn't hear a word that was said before that your ears rang and your mind fell blank. Puzzled looks fell on the four men's faces as he softly said "Commander..." The title use to make your heart flutter everytime he called it out but now it just filled you with terror. Any minute now he was going to shoot, your heart pounded and your feet finally started moving.

Rex fell to unabashedly to his knees for a moment watching you flee from him, she's not dead, the relief flooded him followed by agonizing truth that you were horrified of him, why wouldn't you be? Why didn't you hear that his chip was gone? His hand wiped the revolution that trickled from his eyes. Rex's head was spinning but he pulled himself up one leg at a time. He looked at Echo who was staring at the door before turning to him gripping his shoulder, "We'll find her, Captain."

"Who was that, Rex?" Hunter asked.

"A Jedi," Echo whispered, "a very dear friend of ours."

Hunter waited staring at Rex knowing there was more to the story, "Found her," Tech said interrupting the silence.

"Where is she," Echo said taking the data pad from Tech, "She's on the move-" finally noticing the wetness he wiped from his face.

"Girlfriend, wasn't she?" Tech said filling in the unspoken blanks.

"Soldier's can't have relations with the Jedi-" Rex stated.

"The Republic is gone and to the Empire you are dead," Tech said flatly.

"We have to go, Captain," Echo urged, Rex nodded and the Five of them started running.

What is lost is often found. Ord Mantell had become your darkness, a sliver of peace and privacy in the blossoming chaos of the Empire spreading through out the galaxy. A chance to fade into the shadows as a relic of an era that was over. Now this home had to be abandon just like everything else. Your feet kept running and the hair on back of your neck stood up. You looked back, nearly tripping noticing the four's armor. Commando's, the deadliest troopers, designed differently and raised to endure. They probably have everything mapped out in their hands, it's like shooting a rancor in a cage. Not even with my saber do I stand a chance against four... Although one seems familiar... You looked back noticing the one with a stomp, "Echo... Clone Force 99," you ducked sideways into the nearest building. Crosshair has to be up above some where waiting for his trap to spring.

You cut through the building hopefully buying yourself time to think. Running out of breath you rested for a second against the wall. You mentally listed Hunter's, Tech's and Wrecker's enhancements. Anyone but Wrecker even with his strength I doubt it would be quick... Then again with Crosshairs temperament I doubt he would be either. You hit your head back against the wall before taking off again. Turning your head again you saw Hunter catching up, you stopped for a second using the force to rip a door and shoved it in his direction, but you knew it was to late his hunters sense of smell and hearing... If I could just get to the nightclub... I could use that against him- You're body collided with a solid mass and tumbled back, Echo. You scrambled back to your feet defensively reaching for the lightsaber that was no longer there.

"I'm putting down my blaster," Echo said eyeing you like a rapid animal waiting to lounge, "Commander, you're safe. None of us are going to hurt you nor to turn you in."

"The clones betrayed us," you gritted out slowly backing out of the room.

"Not all of us, Commander," Rex said behind you and his arms come around you. Feeling you thrash against him, "Mesh'la..." he got out pained softly whispering your name, "You're safe," he felt your legs buckle slowly took both of you to the ground holding you against him wrapping his arms around you tighter hearing the sobs start. He gave Echo a weary look as he sat looking at the two of you.

"Commander, I'm glad you made it. Both of you," Echo said taking off his helmet setting it off to the side, "The three of us together again," he added quietly with a small chuckle.

"Say something..." Rex whispered, "anything..."

"Let me go.." as you finished the sentence Rex's arm came off, always the loyal solider following orders. Pathetically you crawled away from both of them curling your knees to your body. You looked at them resting your head on your knee, "Is this some sick trick?" You whispered.

Rex's fingers went to the scar on the side of his head, "It's gone," he paused reaching out his hand, "Ask me again."

Anxiously you took his hand and asked again feeling the truth in the answer and Echo did the same, "The others need to get their chips out but they haven't activated, I promise."

Finally you genuinely looked at Rex, the fine buzzed blonde hair, the poncho hiding his 501st armor and earthy tones eyes staring back at you. You stared at him the red veins in his eyes, you wiped the tears from your own looking up out the windows. There was no imperial ships above waiting because they would have been here by now. Glancing down you found your hand visibly shaking you pulled your arms into your lap handing them. You looked back at Rex as much as you wanted to see him your mind kept slipping backwards seeing the troopers fire at you and the others fleeing. Shutting your eyes you buried your head in your lap.

"So... why are they just sitting there?" Wrecker asked.

"Given the last time she was around regs they tried to terminate her per Order 66," Tech offered, "If she around them when the order was given which I am assuming she was given her behavior."

"Shouldn't we be in there because we're not regs?"

"No, we still have our chips however deviant we are if what Captain Rex says to be true, the three of us are the dangerous ones. I would leave them be."

"Commander..." Rex said softly.

"The war is over, you don't need to call me that," you said lifting your head to your knees. Rex whispered your name softly and you forced yourself to look at him, "What?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're still here."

You reminded silent for a moment, How do I even answer that? I'm not. "Thank you," you decided to be polite.

"Do you want me to give you two a couple minutes?" Echo asked softly.

No, "Yes," forced its way out through your strained vocals.

Echo looked at Rex hesitantly before prying himself off the hard ground heading outside to meet up with his squad, finding the anxious look on their faces discussing what had compelled Rex to cry given it was next to impossible for a clone. Everyone in the had 501st gossiped about what was going between them but neither of them had every winded any truth to it, Echo aired that curiosity to them which silenced them in understanding.

Rex moved closer to you watching you flinch moving his hands under his poncho watching you tense up as he took it off. He slowly took off his armor laying it to him revealing the plain civvies underneath, "Just me," he whispered watching you relax a bit. He cautiously scoot forward waiting to see if you would move away when you didn't he came a hands width away. He looked at the ponchow with an idea putting it over both of your heads surrounding both of you in completed darkness to keep the reminders of his face at bay but also privacy, "Just us."

"Why did you chase after me?"

"I always protect my Jedi, I'll always protect you."

"Why did you send 99 after me... it was horrifying."

"That wasn't my idea albeit it was a good plan to get around you sensing me if you were distracted," Rex admitted, "It worked in my favor, albeit to well." Weakly Rex let his finger tips touch your knee waiting to see if you'd jerk away but you didn't and he slide his palm on your knee resting it there. He gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry."

Shakily you put your hand on top of it and squeezed it back. The familiar warmth radiated off him, "Rex," the name rolled from your tongue like a distant pleasant memory, "it's getting hot under here." He laid one hand on top yours and used the other to cast aside the poncho to the ground, "Better" you whispered.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" it pained him to think about finding you again and losing you again but it comforted him that you had survived. He smiled watching the emotions coast through your face, you'd always been so good at hiding them but now they were as plain to see as the stars in a clear night.

Your mind screamed yes but the familiar warmth in your heart said no. Staring at the scar on his head, you shook your head Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat. Your stomach turned but you allowed yourself to reach out to him through the force finding the familiar honesty, courage, loyalty, the secret in his heart that did his best to hide from the outside world was so blatantly on display with his touch. You watch pain on his face slowly relieving.

You felt him slowly weave his fingers through yours, "Is that okay?" he asked.

"I can feel Echo's contentment and laughter from here," you weakly laughed.

"They did speculate about what was going on between us," Rex smiled looking up at Echo laughing in the window giving him a thumbs up hearing him faintly say 'Called it'. Rex groaned still smiling, "Will you allow this humble man to walk you back to the parlor?"

"Yeah... I need a drink... or a dozen," you said prying yourself up with him still holding your hand as he stood up himself temporarily letting go to reaffix his armor and poncho.

"When did you take up drinking?" he asked arching an eyebrow relacing his fingers through yours noting you wouldn't look at him to long but the expression said enough as to why. His thumb traced the reminiscent intimate skin of his love, each swipe solidifying that you were alive and there not just some figment of his imagination holding him to the past, "I've missed you with each breath of life my soul expels."

Your face flames at his words, "When did you become a poet?" you jested.

"To many late nights wondering what happened to you."

Echo rejoined the two of you but everyone else gave you breathing room. Even with his fingers gripping to yours he still brought his other hand across his body holding onto your arm for dear life. You looked up at him almost crying again, even before all of this you never publicly got to walk down the street with him or show any interest in him.

"What is it?" he whispered, "My fabulous hair getting in your eye?" he attempted to crack a joke.

"That was horrible, Captain," Echo chuckled.

You squeezed his hand, "Never got to do this before... walk down the street just as me and you."

"It's a different time," he offered.

"So Comm-" Echo caught the title switching to your name instead, "How long," he said motioning his finger between the two of you."

Rex looked at you a bright scarlet sweeping his face, "Well... somewhere between the whole time and now," he offered.

Echo gave him a flabbergasted look, "What."

"Help?" Rex choked out taking his extra hand off your arm to rub his head awkwardly which got an even more expressive reaction from Echo,

"Tibrin," you offered back smirking at the unspoken about mission.

Echo groaned knowing the answer was going to get him no where. He looked at both of you smiling, "Everything in the galaxy has changed but I'm glad something stayed the same."

"I didn't think it would," Rex said flatly staring at the ground for a couple minutes before looking back up.

You stopped as much as the anxiety about the clones put you on edge, that comment stung worse, "Commander?" he asked staring at you. Even Echo had stopped.

"To love, is to trust. To trust is to believe. Do you believe I would so easily changeable?"

"We change everyday to adapt to this new world. Who we are now is not who we were when we met."

You dropped his hand continued walking, "Cyare," he groaned wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him, "You didn't let me finish. We as people change but in no galaxy, nor time apart nor in death will my heart ever beat for anyone else. Looks at me Mesh'la," Rex swallowed although his mouth and throat were parched, "Let me kiss you to prove it."

You looked up at him, Rex had never been one for public affection even so much as holding his hands behind his back and side stepping if he was even within a foot of you even in moments of privacy outside of a confined bedroom. He peeled his gloves off sticking them in his pocket, "It's only ever been you," he said lightly touching your face with one hand waiting before bringing the other to your face caressing you pull you close to him lowering himself to you waiting and when you didn't move he took your bottom lip between his.

It was like thrusters coming online, an inferno blazing between the both of you. Every feeling of love, pain, lost and aching of the soul. Somewhere in the distant you heard Echo laughing and calling the two of you cute. Your fingers shakily found the side of his feeling the familiar cut of his cheeks and strength of his jaw. Then up to the scar flinching you pulled away. There was a temporary look of disappointment on his face followed by understanding. He grilled your fingers tighter, “I’ll spend the rest of life protecting you from the unseen scars with my love.” Rex pulled you closed, “I love you.”

Maybe a part two?

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