#we'll post the drawing it comes from in a batch

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ASAU redesigns!

Hey everyone! We've been thinking about this for a while, and we've decided it would be a good idea to redesign some of our characters so as to be more inclusive and break away from the common WhiteBoi cast of heroes. As with everything we handle in ASAU, we're aiming to treat this change with the respect it deserves. To that end, here are some of the redesigns! Sky and Fae will probably be our most dramatic changes, and we hope you like them!

And here are some minor changes!! Hyrule and Sun :3

#apologies for the old art of Fae and the meme quality of her redesign 😂 #we'll post the drawing it comes from in a batch #au art #info post #asau sky #asau Hyrule #asau Fae #asau sun #ageless soul au #loz #character ref #assume all details about their outfits stay the same

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Guys, we're doing it!

Do you remember this survey? I didn't expect such a great response. If that many of you really want to participate, I guess I'll have to do more than one batch of the draw to choose as much of your MC's as I can.

More info under the cut!

Time for some rules, so we won't get lost

The concept is simple. You give me your precious OCs/MCs, I adopt them for a while, write fanfic (related to WHB, of course) and hand them over to your loving hands.

For now, I plan to choose 3-5 people to write for. This may change if more people apply. If one applies, I will write for one. If 96 apply, I will choose more. We'll figure it out.

You can apply in two ways. One is to reblog this post and describe everything in reply, the second is to create your own post with the hashtag #whbmcshuffle Preferably both at once. I don't want to accidentally lose any application. I also recommend following this tag for the time being because I will post further information under it.

The people I will write for will be drawn randomly. I want it to be fair, and I guess this is the only way I won't be biased when I see mutuals I like or Andrea my favorite demons.

You can apply for one week. Since we may all be in different time zones, submissions will close when this survey ends.

Feed me information. Since I want to write something good, I would like to ask you for some information. Here's the list:

Name and pronouns: Quite obvious. Short bio: Who are they? Any difficult past or traumas? What were they doing on earth? Did they get to hell like in canon? How do they feel in hell? Where they live? Character: What are their main character traits? How do they usually behave? How do they behave in crisis situations? Voice: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful.) What would the narrative look like? More calm or energetic? Confident or not at all? Funny or serious? Calm or nervous? Laid back or distrustful? You can even paste here a song or a link to some story that you think reflect your oc's voice well. Important facts: Free space, you can put whatever you want here and whatever you think is important. Demons to include in the fic: (from 1 to 3) Brief description of relationship with chosen demons: I guess that's obvious. The tone in which it should be written: (i.e. spicy, angst, fluff, funny or other) Narrative type: Second person (addressing as 'you') or third person (addressing with selected pronouns) The script you would like to see: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful) For example, a date on Earth, cooking together, whatever you come up with.

I know it's a lot to ask. This is a minimal list, but the more information you give me, the better I will be able to empathize with your MCs and hopefully imitate their character. If you have already written about them, for example in your other posts, feel free to include links, so I can take a better look at them. Of course, you can add photos, or a song, or memes, anything you want!

I didn't mention the length of the fic, but it depends on how I will feel writing it. But I'll want it to be at least 800 words.

Most important. Have fun! It's mainly about getting to know each other's OCs/MCs. Who knows, if there's a lot of interest, maybe we'll do more draws. 👀

I tried to include everything, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb oc #whb mc #whbmcshuffle

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Healer's Heart

Rampage

Master list

I've been making memes for the book! Oh, and an important note that I would like everyone reading to acknowledge.

I will be creating an art gallery for The Bad Batch: Healer's Family series. Comment a the end of the chapter what you would like to see drawn from the chapter you are currently reading (in this case Rampage). Depending on what gets the most likes and/or has been suggested the most, I will draw it. I will post a reminder after every chapter to comment what you want to see.

If you have any suggestions for past chapters (please do!) Please comment them in the according chapter. Example; If you want to see something drawn from Aftermath or Cornered, or even something WAY back like in Book 1, please comment on those specific chapters.

Of course, there will be a few that I will do of my own choosing, but I'd love to draw what you guys want to see! ❤

Now, with that out of the way, on with the show!

                    •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Omega grinned as Tech fitted a comm device to her arm. After what happened on Pantora, it became Tech's top priority to get Omega a comm and fix Althea's. The young medic sat on Gonky as Wrecker lifted him. The demo man had been complaining that Gonky wasn't a substantial exercise tool anymore and asked Althea to help. The medic agreed on the condition that Wrecker didn't drop her.

"It's not an exact fit." Tech said to himself.

Omega lifted the gauntlet. "I get my own com device?"

"Technically, it was Crosshair's, but he doesn't appear to need it." Tech's voice was slightly bitter. A glimpse of emotion in his proper nature. 

Omega lifted her comm. "Echo, what's your position? Over." The message echoed through the hull through the ARC's comm.

Echo cleared his throat. "It's not a toy, Omega." He scolded.

The blonde nodded, lifting the comm once again. "Copy that." She lowered her arm to her side. "Why are we going to Ord Mantell? I thought the plan was to lay low."

​​​​​Hunter turned around in the console chair. "Not while a bounty hunter's after you. We need to find out why."

"I know an informant there named Cid who might be able to help." Echo added.

"And you trust him?" Wrecker asked as he lifted Gonky and Althea.

Echo shrugged. "Well, the Jedi trusted him."

Tech raised an eyebrow. "The Jedi who are all dead?"

Althea rolled her yellow eyes. "It couldn't have been some random contact, Tech. How could one guy ruin so many peoples lives?"

Echo shifted his weight. "Well, anyone have a better option?"

"He has a point." Omega said through the comm. She smiled sheepishly under the unamused stares. "Right. Not a toy."

Althea chuckled to herself as Wrecker set get and Gonky down. The kid was growing on her.

               •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

On Ord Mantell, the Bad Batch walked through the city streets in search of Cid. "Remember the rules?" Hunter asked.

"Don't wander off, keep my eyes and ears on my surroundings, and trust no one but my squad." Omega held out a finger for each one, checking them off.

(These were the exact rules my parents make me follow at work)

"And if you get into trouble?" Echo asked.

The blonde held up her arm. "Use my comm and give my location."

"You got that, Thea?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, I got it." The young medic said nonchalantly.

"And if you can't contact us or someone comes for you..." Hunter trailed off to let her finish.

"Use my knife and slice them in the jugular." Althea scanned her surroundings as she spoke, a living example of one of the rules.

Hunter nodded. "Or, cause a ruckus and we'll know it's you."

They squad walked until they came to a dark alley. Puddles of an unknown liquid splattered the ground. Yellow lights flickered eerily as the walked under them. A worn door stood in the wall.

"This is the place." Echo said before walking in.

"Charming." Said Tech. The squad went in, taking off their helmets.

Inside was just as dank as the alley. There was a bar along the far wall with shelves of drinks. A few tables and chairs strewn throughout the building, and a Dejarik table were two aliens were fighting.

"Filthy cheat!" One said. "I saw that!"

"Me?" The other said. "Who are you calling a cheat?"

A Trandoshan female was kneeled in the corner, seemingly fixing an arcade cabinet. She was older than any Trandoshan Althea had ever seen. She was shorter than the medic.

"Which one of them is Cid?" Hunter asked softly.

"I couldn't tell ya." Echo said. "I only heard about Cid. Never actually met him."

"That would have been information to share earlier." Tech noted.

"I thought it was obvious." Althea said, mimicking Tech's clipped words.

Hunter turned to the Trandoshan. "We're looking for Cid. You know him?"

The reptilian stood, looking Hunter over. "Cid, huh? Nope. Doesn't ring a bell."

"What about them?" Hunter looked at the fighting aliens. One was holding the other up like a rag doll.

"Was I not clear?" The Trandoshan asked annoyed. "You're in the wrong place. So unless you're here to spend money, get lost." She clanked her wrenched against Hunter's armor before walking away.

"Great plan, Echo." Wrecker grumbled.

"I'm certain this is Cid's." The ARC assured. "The Jedi came here during the war."

"Well, perhaps Cid heard what happened to the Jedi and fled." Tech suggested. "Or he was arrested for violating countless health code regulations."

Althea sniffed. "Yeah, what's that smell? And did the Jedi have any other informants?"

"Several, but Cid was the only one I knew how to fine." Echo's shoulders slumped slightly."

"So, we came all this way for nothing?" Wrecker asked.

Before anyone could answer him, everyone's comms beeped. "I found Cid."

All eyes turned to Omega. She stood by the Trandoshan and pointed up to her. The woman smirked from her stool, her slitted eyes glinting curiously.

She led them into her office, a cozy room lined with shelves and memorabilia. "I had a good thing going with the Jedi." She said. "They valued my insights, but now that they're all dead, the demand for my services has declined. Thanks to this new Empire."

As she spoke, a shiny weapon caught Omega's eye. She reached out to touch it, but Echo grabbed her hand, shaking his head.

"Times have changed." Said Hunter. "For all of us."

"No kidding." Cid scoffed. "I never had clone deserters come to me before."

Tech adjusted his goggles. "Yes, well, we separated due to a fundamental difference in ideology."

"That's cute, you thinking I care." The Trandoshan said abruptly. "Cut to it and tell me what you want."

Hunter nodded to Echo, who set his helmet on the desk and scomped into the table.

"By all means, make yourself at home." Cid snarked.

Athea bit her lip to keep from biting her. She already hated this lady.

Echo brought up an image of the woman.

"We encountered this woman on Pantora." Hunter explained. "Do you know who she is?"

Cid shook her head. "No, but I know a bounty hunter when I see one."

"We already knew that." Althea said under her breath. 

Hunter shot her a look before turning back to Cid. "Can you find out who hired her?"

"That depends on what you boys do for me." Cid replied coyly.

Echo unscomped as everyone looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you fresh outta the tube?" Cid asked. "You pull a job for me, and I get the information you want. That's how this mercenary thing works."

"Mercenary?" Echo asked.

Cid rolled her eyes. "Not too quick, are ya? Clearly, the kid's the brains of your operation."

Wrecker held out his hand, which Omega gave a subtle high five.

Hunter sighed. He needed to find out who was after Omega. "What kind of job?"

Cid sat behind her desk as everyone neared. "A rescue. There's a nice bounty on a kid names Muchi. My sources say she was taken by Zygerrian slavers who are holed up on the other side of the planet. Bring me the kid and I'll get you your intel."

"Well, who collects the bounty?" Wrecker asked.

"Oh, look. It talks." The Trandoshan said.

The demo man didn't seem to know how to react and looked to Althea. She said nothing, but pursed her lips and shrugged.

"We split the bounty 70-30, my favor." Cid explained. "Take it or leave it."

"Grab a kid from a few Zygerrians?" Althea asked.

Wrecker laughed and tossed his helmet from hand to hand. "We could do that in our sleep."

As the Batch left, Cid tossed a chip to Hunter. "Looks like we have a deal. Details of the bounty are on that. Don't screw it up."

Hunter scowled to himself. If he could go one day without something happening, he would never believe it.

                     •°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker groaned as the Marauder flew over the surface of Ord Mantell. He rested his head in his hand, trying his best to sooth the stabbing pain.

"You alright?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, yeah. It's nothing." Wrecker stood and left the cockpit as Omega and Echo walked in. The girl sat in Wrecker's chair, spinning around and looking at her doll.

"According to Cid's intel," Said Tech. "The Zygerrian slave traders are hiding in the ruins of Old Ord Mantell city."

"What's a slave trader?" Omega asked, looking at her doll.

Althea looked at her in surprise. This kid was more sheltered than she thought.

"Someone who buys and sells people for credits." Tech explained.

Omega looked up. "People can be sold?"

"They don't have a choice." Echo said. "They're captives treated like property."

The blonde frowned. "That....doesn't seem right."

Echo set his jaw. "It's not. And we are going to stop it from happening to that kid."

"As well as earn a decent amount of credits once the job is complete." Tech added.

"Yeah, that too."

"Don't worry, Muchi. We'll rescue you." Omega spoke to her doll like it was the kid. But she said it with such determination, Althea couldn't help but smile at her.

Hunter landed the ship on a ridge not far from the old city. Tech, Omega, and Wrecker looked through binocs at the city below. The others had to settle for squinting.

"I have a visual." Said Tech. "I only see one child."

"Poor Muchi." Omega said. "She looks scared."

"I'm clocking two dozen hostiles." Tech continued. "Multiple entry points with minor fortification."

"Simple smash and grab like that time on Kuat." Wrecker reminisced. "Easy enough."

"I'm in." Said Omega. "What are we waiting for?"

Hunter grabbed her by the shoulder. "You get back to the ship."

"But–"

"That's an order." Hunter waited until the girl nodded to let go.

"Yes, sir." She mumbled. She folded her arms and walked back to the ship.

"Alright, let's do this." Althea gripped her blaster, but Hunter held her back too. She looked up at him, disappointment clear on her face. "Nooo, come on! Babysitting duty? Seriously?"

"I need you to stay with Omega." Hunter told her. "The last thing we need right now is for her to get into something she shouldn't."

Althea folded her arms. "She's smart enough to handle herself."

Hunter sighed. He knew he couldn't use the "that's an order" card. Althea was too experienced for that. He didn't want to tell her he wasn't ready to have her back in the field. If they were dealing with slavers and it went wrong in anyway... Hunter didn't want Althea to be put in a situation like on Pantora again.

"Look," Hunter squeezed her shoulder, prompting Althea to listen. "If anything goes wrong, we'll need backup. Does that make you feel better?"

The medic huffed a sigh. "I'm not going to be able to convince you to let me come, am I?"

Hunter shook his helmet, earning a chuckle from the girl. The Sergeant nodded to before running down the ridge with the others.

Althea turned and walked back to the ship. This was going to be a boring day.

Once she was inside, the medic checked to see what Omega was doing. She sat in the gunner's mount with an extremely bored look on her face. She brightened when she saw Althea. "You're staying behind too?"

Althea sat in one of the console chairs. "Yeah, Hunter thinks I'm too amazing to help, something about not being able to compare or something." She flashed a smirk, earning a giggle from the girl.

Omega glanced out the window behind her and a frown crossed her face. "Althea, have you ever delt with slave traders before?"

The medic hummed in thought. "No, but when I was younger, there was a man who escaped from slavery and took refuge in my village."

"Village?" The girl scrunched her nose as she always did when she was confused.

Althea looked up at her. "Yeah. Did you think I was a clone?"

Omega shrugged. "I don't know. No one knows much about you on Kamino, only that you joined the Bad Batch not too long ago." The girl paused. "Where are you from?"

"Elstar." Althea said softly. It had been so long she spoke the name of her home. "It's a planet far on the Outer Rim."

"What's it like?" The blonde asked.

Althea hummed in thought. "I don't think you've been to any planets like it, kid. It's a bit like Saleucami, but there's more grasslands."

"Grasslands?" Omega asked.

Althea found her journal and walked over to Omega, leaning against the ladder as the girl looked over her shoulder. She opened the journal, revealing pages upon pages of colorful illustrations of plants.

Omega's eyes sparkled. "You drew these?"

Althea smiled. She never shared her drawings often, but the few times she left them out she had received praise for them, mainly from Echo or Hunter since the two of them had an infinity for art as well.

Hunter would sometimes doodle on a loose piece of paper, but he had also been the one to paint Althea's armor. Echo had said he used to help his reg brothers customize their armor.

The medic flipped the pages of her journal. The pictures of plants with notes soon turned to pictures of people. Althea liked to draw expressions, and what better examples were the Bad Batch?

There were a few with Echo's signature grumpy face, some doodles of Tech adjusting his goggles. Wrecker laughing, Crosshair scowling, Hunter glaring.

Omega gasped. "I've seen Hunter make that face. Is he mad a lot?

Althea grinned. "I don't think so. Sometimes he just gets really lost in thought and it takes a minute to snap him out of it."

She turned the page and there was a full illustration of a house with four people standing out in front.

"Who are they?" Omega asked. "Is that your family?"

The medic's eyes dropped and her shoulders tensed. She didn't want to talk about her family. She didn't want to think about her family. She wanted nothing more than to erase that horrible night from her mind and remember her family as they were. Happy, cheerful, alive.

Instead, the last memory she ever had of them was her little brother, dead and cold. Althea clenched her fists in...in what? What was she feeling? Her family had been dead a long time, she should be over it by now. She needed to be grateful for the family she did have. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and now Omega.

Crosshair's name came to mind, but the medic shoved it away. He made his choice to leave, and Althea had to accept that. Her big brother left her.

Omega noticed Althea's silence and frowned. The blonde didn't realize asking a single question could trigger such a reaction from her, or rather, no reaction. She wished she could take back what she said, figuring that Althea's family was gone.

Why else would she be with the Bad Batch?

Althea closed her journal. "What do you say I teach you to draw?" She forced a smile, not wanting to worry Omega.

The girl's face brightened. "Really?"

Althea nodded. "Yeah, got anything you wanna paint?"

Omega hummed in thought before a soft gasp escaped her. She turned around in her room and pulled out her trooper doll. "Can we paint this? I want to make her apart of the squad." 

The medic beamed up at her. "Of course we can. Let me get my paints."

Over the next half an hour, Althea and Omega painted the blonde's trooper doll, making her a Bad Batcher. Althea told stories about the squad as they did.

"Wait," Omega said through laughter. "Wrecker cut the queen's stinger off and they tried to eat you?"

Althea laughed with her. "Actually, they were trying to mate with us. They took a liking to Tech especially."

"Ew!" Omega was still laughing, her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"That was the last time we went to Yalbec Prime." Althea said. "Tech might've erased the coordinates from the map."

Omega gasped. "Really?"

The medic nodded. "Let's check."

Before either of them could, the door of the ship opened. "We found their ship." An unfamiliar voice said.

Zygerrians were in the Marauder! 

"Hide!" Althea hissed.

Gonky pretended to be deactivated and the girls climbed into the chair. They squished together the best they could, but they would be found.

"Check the hold." A slaver said. "Make sure no one's ones on board."

Althea's eyes darted around for a means of escape. They settled on the hatch below them. She climbed down and opened it quietly. Omega, understanding, grabbed a backpack and slipped through with the older girl.

The two ran away to a nearby rock formation, hiding until the slavers left.

Omega raised her comm. "Hunter, do you copy?"

No response.

Althea tried hers. "Tech? Echo? Wrecker? Anyone?"

Omega took the binocs out of the backpack and scanned the old city below. She gasped. "Althea, they've been captured!"

The medic took the binocs and looked through. Sure enough was Hunter and Wrecker in clear view, bound with shock collars around their necks. Tech and Echo were a bit harder to see, but the were there.

Althea frowned. "Looks like were gonna have to bust 'em out, kid. You ready?"

Omega nodded. "Only when you are."

                   •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker pulled at his shock collar discreetly. "It's getting looser."

But one of the slavers heard him and pressed the button he held, sending a wave of electricity through the he demo man.

Echo glared at the Zygerrian. "Do that one more time and you'll be–" He was shocked before he could finish, groaning in pain.

"Save your energy." Tech suggested. "We are going to need it."

Overhead, a large lizard glided overhead. Hunter watched as the brezak landed on a tower where the Zygerrian leader stood.

The girl, Muchi, whimpered in fear, clinging to get parents.

"Relax, Muchi." Said Wrecker. "We're the calvary."

Some calvary they were, Hunter thought. They were tasked with saving this kid to get information on the bounty hunter, but they botched it. 

"What are our odds out of this, Tech?" Hunter asked.

"I am not certain." 

"So much for being smart." Wrecker grumbled.

Tech let out a sigh. "This is not a standard military operation, and seeing as how we've never been tasked with rescuing a child from slave traders before, there is no data to compare it to."

Hunter hummed in thought. "We need to contact the girls before their scouts find them."

"Except our comms are over there with out weapons." Echo grumbled.

Tech looked up past him, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "We won't need a comm to signal her." He nodded behind Hunter.

The Sergeant turned and looked up to see Althea and Omega sneaking around. The blonde waved as Althea pointed to them, then the slavers, then to her blaster.

Hunter shook his head at them before jerking his head, a signal to leave. 

Althea scanned the area before nodding back at Hunter. As the girls disappeared behind the ridge, Hunter could only hope they understood that he wanted them to leave.

The Zygerrian leader walked over to them. His eye was scarred and grey like Wrecker's. "Look what we have here. Four new slaves to add to my collection. Strong ones too. You should fetch a nice price."

Echo glared up at him. "The Republic outlawed slavery."

"We're not in the Republic anymore, skug." The leader replied with a snarl.

Echo glaced over to their weapons and comms. He knew the girls were somewhere around there. "You're lucky we don't have our GEAR because this would go differently for you."

The sound of a rock falling got everyone's attention. The slavers moved to investigate. 

Wrecker took a small boulder that was next to him and kicked it into one of the guards. The Zygerrian lashed his whip as Wrecker snarled.

"We can make do with one less slave." The leader said. "Maybe I'll feed you to my pet."

The brezak shrieked in delight as the leader continued. "As for the rest of you, you will be part of a new beginning. With the meddling Republic gone, we can return to Kadavo and rebuild what was taken from us. Under this new Empire, our operation will flourish once again."

"And if you do not comply," He said with a sneer. "The person next to you will pay the price."

Hunter could hear the girls nearby. Hopefully they weren't doing anything to get themselves caught.

On cue, Omega grunted as a few slavers dragged her over. "Let me go!"

"I found her sneaking around the cage." One of the guards explained.

Omega grunted. "I wasn't sneaking. I was unlocking." She smirked and held up a metal latch.

The panic was visible on the Zygerrians as they ran to the cage. "Secure the cage!"

A low growl sounded from behind the doors as the slavers tried to hold whatever was in there back.

Hunter looked around everywhere. Omega was safe, well, as safe as possible considering she was captured. But where was Althea? Hunter felt the worry fill him as he thought of every horrible thing came to mind.

Suddenly, out from the rocks, Althea jumped out with her blaster raised. "Surprise, dirtbags!"

She blasted two slavers, shooting them dead before they realized what was happening. Just as they raised their bows and whips to her, a baby rancor broke out out the cage.

It roared and threw rocks at the slavers, leaving Althea and Omega to help free them.

"A rampaging adolescent rancor is not the distraction I was anticipating." Said Tech.

"That's their problem." Wrecker pulled on the chains connecting them all, breaking them free. "We're getting out of here." He ripped his collar off before helping the others.

Althea and Omega ran up to the family Echo had unchained. "It's okay, Muchi." Said the blonde. "We're here to take you home."

The man shook his head, speaking Falleen. He pointed to the baby racor. "Muchi! Muchi!"

Althea turned. "The rancor is Muchi?!"

As she spoke the beast threw a Zygerrian. The medic curled her lips. "Okay."

Hunter ran over and tossed Echo's pack to the owner. "Gear up. We have to go after Muchi. If we don't capture her, we don't get out intel from Cid."

They ran through the ruins. Hunter stopped for a moment, pressing his hand to the ground to track the beast. Once he pointed they were ready to leave.

"What about them?" Omega asked, gesturing to the family.

"Omega and I will get them to safety." Echo said. "You find Muchi."

Hunter nodded. "Right. Go for the speeders at the south entrance."

Tech spoke to the family in their language, telling them to go with Echo and Omega.

The rest went with Hunter. They watched as Muchi fought off several slavers.

Wrecker pushed his helmet up. "She's doing fine on her own." He remarked.

One of the Zygerrians tried to shoot a net at her from a tower, but Muchi rammed into it, knocking the slaver down.

Althea grinned at the madness before her. She ran to get Muchi, but a screech from above halted her. The brezak swooped down, knocking Tech and Wrecker to the ground. Hunter and Althea managed to duck under it's wings.

The leader mounted atop whipped at Muchi, provoking the beast once more. Althea moved to shoot it, but it whipped around and slammed her into a wall with it's tail. She groaned and slumped against the ground, her heard lolling to the side.

Hunter ran and jumped on to brezak, tackling the Zygerrian leader to the ground. Wrecker and Tech ran over.

The leader brandished his whip. "You're going to pay for this, skug."

Hunter twirled his knife. "I'll handle him. Go get Muchi and Thea."

The two ran off, Wrecker grabbing Althea and throwing her over his shoulder.

Hunter swung at the slaver, but the Zygerrian wrapped his whip around the Sergeant's arm and shocked him. Hunter dropped his knife, his hand writhing in pain. He dropped to his knees, biting back a scream. Every nerve in his body was on fire, but he had to fight back. 

He twisted his hand, grabbing the whip as he stood. Hunter pulled the slaver to him, headbutting him and then kicking him in the stomach.

The leader fell to the ground defeated. Hunter panted. He needed to get back to the others.

                     •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker and Tech found the rancor beating the brezak in a fight. The lizard shrieked as it flew away.

"Any ideas how to stop that thing?" Wrecker asked, shifting Althea over his shoulder.

Tech looked at his datapad. "Rancors adhere to a social hierarchy. You have to challenge the alpha for authority."

Wrecker laughed. "Oh, that I can do." He set Althea down to go fight Muchi. The medic leaned on Tech as she regained consciousness, his arm around her so she wouldn't fall.

She laughed woozily, but didn't explain why. Tech glanced at her, figuring she had a concussion from the dark bruise forming on the side of her head.

Meanwhile, Wrecker was getting thrown around by Muchi. Hunter, Echo, and Omega arrived, the latter two on a speeder.

"How long's he been at this?" Echo asked.

"Too long." Tech replied. "He's losing his touch."

Wrecker and Muchi were barely shoving each other now, both looking extremely tired.

"Come on, Muchi." Wrecker panted as he fell down. The rancor followed suit and the demo man leaned on her. "Go to sleep. There we go."

Omega walked up to them. "Aw. She kinda cute up close."

Hunter nodded. "Nicely handled, Wrecker."

The demo man chuckled tiredly. Althea gasped suddenly, then laughed. "I'm so tired." She said through laughs. She leaned on Tech more, but he propped her up.

"No, no, no. Stay awake, Althea." Tech said, jostling her slightly.

"What's wrong with her?" Echo asked.

"Concussion. I'll be able to examine her once we get back to the ship." Tech explained. "She should be fine."

                        •°•°•°•°•°•°•

Aboard the Marauder, Tech treated Althea as Wrecker played with Muchi. The girl was amazed by everything, and any filter she previously had was out the window.

"Whoa..." Althea squinted at Tech. "What are these?" She tapped his goggles.

"They aid my eyes, since my optical organs don't work as well as most. When I am without them, the characters in words are scrambled." Tech explained as he applied a bacta patch to her temple.

"They look like bugs." The girl said with fascination."

"How long is she going to be like this?" Hunter asked, looking at the girl.

Tech stood. "Most likely she will be out of commission for a few days. But with rest and quiet, Althea will make a swift recovery."

A heavy thudding directed everyone's attention to Wrecker and Muchi. Omega watched them from the cockpit, a Zygerrian bow on her arm. Echo and her were trying to figure it out together, but it made a loud clacking noise when they did anything with it.

Althea whimpered softly, bringing her hands to her ears. Hunter felt a pang of sympathy for her. She probably had a terrible headache and l the noise wasn't helping.

                        •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Omega rode Muchi to Cid's parlor. Out from it came a pale Twi'lek male with two Gamorrean guards.

Wrecker petted Muchi. "Aw. That's a good rancor."

The Twi'lek pet Muchi, speaking Huttese to her fondly.

"See, Bib?" Cid asked. "All is well. Now, about the matter of payment."

Bib snapped his fingers and one of the Gamorreans handed her a case of credits. Omea slid off the rancor waving as she walked away. "Bye, Muchi."

The rancor roared with delight, earning another whimper out of Althea. She kept squeezing her fingers, creating little red crescents in her palms.

"Gotta say, fellas." Cid said. "I wasn't sure you could pull this job off."

"You could have told us we were going after a rancor." Echo snapped.

Cid brushed it off. "Hmm. Must've slipped my mind. You," She pointed at Hunter. "Dark and Broody. My office."

Apprehensively, Hunter followed Cid. The Trandoshan brought up an image of the bounty hunter. "Your bounty hunter is Fennec Shand. She's new to the scene but has already proven herself to be cunning and ruthless."

"Who hired her?" Hunter asked.

"Unknown." Cid turned the image off. "My sources in the Guild say she's working on a direct commission. With someone like her nipping at your heels, you're going to need two things: friends and money. Mostly money."

Hunter hummed in thought. "Well, we're not swimming in either at the moment."

"I guess it's a good thing ya found me then, isn't it?" Cid asked. She handed him a case of credits, not nearly as many as she received earlier. "Here's you cut. There's more where that came from...if you're looking for work."

Hunter took the case. "I'll think about it." He turned to walk away, but Cid kept talking.

"It's interesting, a bounty hunter of Fennec's caliber being after you. You fellas must be pretty valuable."

Hunter turned and narrowed his eyes. A million thoughts ran through his mind. Should he take the money and never come back? Shoot her right now? Beg for mercy?

"Don't worry." Cid added. "I'm good with secrets."

Hunter frowned, leaving at that. As he walked back to the ship he found Wrecker and Omega eating Mantell Mix. It seemed the demo man was including the girl in his and Althea's tradition of getting the treat after missions. But where was Althea?

Hunter walked inside and found Echo sitting with the medic. She was mummering something softly and Echo had a gentle expression.

The ARC turned to Hunter and sighed. "She misses her family." Suddenly, Althea wrapped her arms around Echo.

The ARC patted her back awkwardly until she let go.

Tech walked in from the cockpit, datapad in hand. "Althea's behavior is most likely affected by her injury. She may act younger than usual, or be unnecessarily emotional."

Althea looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "A magic box?" She pointed to his datapad.

"See? Mood swings." Tech said.

Despite Tech's assurance, Hunter knew Althea. Something was bothering her before she was hurt, but it was best to wait until she was better to talk about it.

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[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 28 - Shifting Protocols

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 1.1k

28. Shifting Protocols

"Alright men, look sharp," Howzer commanded from beneath his helmet, walking in front of his lined-up squad. "We've got a new patrol group coming in, and the better we train them, the less we have to clean up after them. Got it?" 

"Yes, sir!" they chorused.

"At ease," he answered, and they turned to watch the fresh batch of troopers arrive. It had been a few months filled with rotating platoons and training drills, with a heavier focus on the doonium mine and refinery. The new group approached Howzer's squad, and there was some surprise at the mixed group: there were clones as well as other humans, all walking toward them with their helmets at their sides. As they arrived, they halted as one, moving into formation and pulling their helmets on, waiting quietly for orders. 

The day wore on, full of training drills and procedures for various scenarios. The occasional theft was the extent of their worries, and the Empire hadn't seemed concerned enough about them to improve any protocols, so they went through the motions with familiarity. After hours of practice and review, they were finished, and Howzer dismissed the newbies. His squad lingered, pulling their helmets off and exchanging a few quips and jabs.

"Cantina tonight?" asked Steady, stretching his neck side to side. 

"I'm in!" Demo answered, clicking an attachment off the muzzle of his blaster and tucking it into a thigh pouch before holstering his weapon. 

"Too loud," a grumble came from behind.

"I agree, Loner. And I'm gonna use the extra shower time if the two of you go," said Zip, who had been absent from the last adventure as well. 

"I'll come!" a bright voice announced, as a trooper with dark green marks on his armor poked his head out from behind Howzer's shoulder. "If that's alright..."

"Sure thing, Fireball. We'll get you settled right in," Steady answered congenially. 

"It's nothing like Kashyyyk though," Demo warned, grinning mischievously. 

BOOM. A barricade exploded in the shipyard as a ground transport plowed through it, careening toward the distant canyon. The men startled into action, pulling helmets on and drawing blasters, and Howzer took immediate command. Mounting a few nearby speeders, the rest piled into a low-altitude assault transport and took off in pursuit. Two of the speeder bikes raced along the top of the canyon, finding a narrow point where the canyon path the transport was on seemed to converge. Aiming their blasters at the rock walls opposite each other, they created a rockslide with a flurry of well-placed shots, and the boulders tumbled into the canyon below, creating a formidable obstacle.

The stolen transport skidded to a halt, spinning sideways as the rocks crashed down in front of it. Howzer and his LA-AT team were not far behind, coming in for landing to cut off their escape. Troopers spilled out its sides, sprinting toward the stolen transport with blasters drawn. A small group readied to break into the steering compartment, and the rest approached the rear. Fanning out into position, they stood at the ready as two moved in to place a detonator on the back door. With a single arm signal, they folded to the sides for cover, and with one last drop of the hand from the Captain, it exploded, causing the large metal panel to fall off its hinges. 

Filing in with weapons at the ready, the clone troopers discovered, as the dust settled, that the transport was not full of weapons or credits, but thin, sallow-skinned Twi'leks with raggedy clothes cowering before them with their arms in the air. Demo hesitated, aiming his blaster back and forth between two adolescents that couldn't have been far into their teens, looking quizzically at Steady from beneath his helmet. Howzer glanced from face to face, searching for anyone in any position of authority and finding none. He leapt back out, heading to the front of the transport, where his brothers had apprehended the three in the drivers compartment, who were now standing in the headlights with their hands behind their heads, guarded on every direction. 

"What's going on here?" Howzer demanded. 

"Ryloth needs to be freed!" came the thickly-accented answer from a tall female Twi'lek with a fierce glare. 

"So you're kidnapping your own people?" he challenged, addressing her now. 

"Kidnapping? We are releasing them from slavery!" 

"They're employees! Hired by the Empire!" yelled Loner from behind Howzer, who waved a hand to silence his comrade. 

"Look at them, Captain," said the Twi'lek woman, quieter yet more emphatic now. "Do they look like employees?" 

He turned to look at the crowd behind him, where his squad had gathered the stowaways in a messy cluster. They looked fearful and confused, as well as tired and resigned. His brow furrowed beneath his helmet, and he turned back to the woman. "Did you take any weapons? Credits? Materials?" 

"No, only our brothers and sisters. You can understand that as a clone, no?" 

Howzer hesitated, glancing to his side where Zip and Steady had rallied behind him, now being joined by Demo and Fireball. Thoughts racing, he considered the situation, pulling his helmet off in a show of humanity. His squad did the same, lowering blasters and releasing the tension a bit as they showed their identical yet unique faces. The pause lingered for a moment, then was broken by the singular sound of a light thud followed by quickening beeping. 

"Grenade!!" shouted Demo, and everyone sprang into action, diving for cover anywhere it was found. The blast rocked the canyon, and the ensuing chaos was a blur in Howzer's memory.

* * * 

"That's the entire report?" Rampart's smooth voice queried as he strolled across the line of Howzer's squad.

"Yes sir," Howzer answered, standing at the end of the line, chin raised.

"Hmm," the Admiral said thoughtfully. "It's a shame. These insurgents are getting more organized, and they are becoming an increasing source of trouble. How they managed to get an entire group out of there on foot is beyond me, but they are clearly more capable than we previously thought. In the future, Captain, don't waste the manpower or time in pursuit. Simply obliterate it from the air. That would have dealt with the problem without losing two of your men."

"But sir, it was full of civilians," Howzer answered hesitantly.

"Civilians, materials... whatever it is," Rampart bulldozed, and a few clone troopers shifted minutely in their armor, "It needs to be made clear that their efforts will only be met with great loss."

"Yes sir," Howzer said automatically, insides churning. 

"You're dismissed."

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[niuttuc]

New “budget” Commander cards: Lord of the Rings: Colorless and lands

We've reached the end of the colors! Now off to generic cards, and then we can take a look at the multicolor options. They are numerous so I might group them in batches or make multiple posts just for multicolor options. Tell me what you think I should do for those in the notes!

You know these by now, we'll go color by color, mixing main set and commander set. Reprints can be included if they brought the price down under our bar. All the cards presented here are under $2 at time of writing. Cards will be evaluated as part of the 99, even legendary creatures.

This card isn't very good, but it ensures everyone at the table gets to at least play the game. With most games proceeding clockwise, it'll be painfully slow to get around the table if the player needing help is on your left though. Still, an easy include if you want to make some friends or are running the likes of Zedruu or Blim. Oh, also much better after an Aeon Engine, not that it makes either of them good cards, it's just a fun thought.

Ignore the first strike ability, this equipment gives you FIVE untaps of whatever you put it on per turn cycle and haste. If your commander (or enough of your deck) has an instant speed tap ability, this is a new staple, one of the best sources of untaps out there.

This one is quite the mana investment to get going, though doubling a board of tokens every turn is fun at the very least. Given the token created on ETB, this is a decent option for human and tokeny decks, just be aware that it takes a while, a lot of mana and a lot of board wipes dodged to start doing stupid things.

This is NOT a new design idea by any stretch, but cheap graveyard-hate artifacts you can crack have been a healthy part of decks since Tormod's Crypt in The Dark. This new one is quite good, not quite as broad or efficient as some other options, Soul-Guide Lantern is still the gold standard. With that said, it has its upsides too, not only dealing with graveyards but also passively stopping all opposing death triggers, including from tokens, which against some aristocraty decks is a back-breaking ability for a 1 drop with extra upside. It's a one drop so you can also get it with Urza's saga, and it never affects you like a Relic of Progenitus would.

Most decks probably would benefit from having at least one or two of these cycling graveyard hate artifacts, but it's never the most fun include. Be a responsible player, eat your veggies, and pack some graveyard hate, and no, Bojuka Bog and Scavenger Grounds aren't enough by themselves.

We've seen a lot of "attack with two creatures, draw a card" lately, particularly in mono-white with Chivalric Alliance and Glimmer Lens in back to back sets, both at two mana. This is another option that can go in any color, does that, can draw more than one card a turn if you attack different players with 2+ creatures each (though I don't think that'll happen often). It offers additional card selection but only ever draws creatures, but if you're running this you should have enough that that's an upside. It's a powerful and cheap tools for aggressive (particularly go wide) decks to avoid running out of gas.

These two lands tell you what they want, they're solid and cheap fixing additions for legendary-focused decks. Neither of them is quite a new Plaza of Heroes, but also they're a dirt cheap common and uncommon. Not much more to say here.

A new three mana mana rock with upside! It's alright, most decks probably don't want it. It's one of the best cards in a handful of decks that can abuse it, Evra and Eruth come to mind, but most of the time, it's just a Manalith that'll very rarely draw you a card. If you can make that happen more often though, either because you're chugging through your entire hand often or because you're wheeling* and dealing, it might be worth a slot. I know I might try it in Jaxis because I often rummage through my last card and draw two or three more cards at end of turn, and getting extras would be pretty neat. Not sure if it won't end up cut in a month, but I'll try. The lifegain mode is basically irrelevant unless you have some serious shenanigans, like Evra who was mentioned earlier.

*Important rules note: Cards are always drawn one at a time. This WILL work with wheels, but it will only double a single card draw and not all of them. A Wheel of Fortune with this out will discard your hand and draw you eight cards, not fourteen. It might still be worth including in wheel deck, but it's something to be aware of.

Finally, Basalt Monolith is back in a commander precon for the first time in nearly a decade, and is now back to being pretty cheap. If you want to combo with it, now's the time to grab copies at a fraction of the usual $5 price.

#mtg #edh #commander #sleeper #colorless #Lord of the Rings #lotr

[bonefall]

Sketch Request: Batch 1

So I said they'd be in pencil but OOPS they are in pen

Requests are still open, feel free to request the same character again!

Under the cut is Firestar, Bluestar, Runningnose, Flipclaw, Hawkwing, Violetshine, and Morningflower. Special guest appearances for Brokenstar and balding Lionblaze.

@doritopaw101 Firestar

FIRESTARRRR I want him to look like an anime protagonist. He starts off round, simple eyes, blush, and ends up as fire twink. The chest scars are from where Scourge killed him

I have never been able to imagine stripes on him. He is an orange crayon.

@nightly-ruse Bluestar

Ignore balding lionblaze in the corner we'll get to him

I usually just see a super basic blue cat when I picture her but Bluestar needs something cooler than that. I tried to channel a wolf, long face, tail's kinda thick, leg feathering. She also has a ThunderClan "mane," a feature I try to put on most TC cats

After the Tigerstar attack I love the idea she has tabby-like scars on one side of the face. Shredded ear, loss of vision in one eye. I also make it a point to always include her shoulder scar.

@runn1ngn0se Your Boy (scheme flavor)

Runningnose looks sticky, but it's all just natural markings. He's actually quite thick and fluffy (same build as Tangleburr).

His defining feature is that snot-streak, which is also just a very unfortunate birthmark.

He's pretty naturally dour. Serious expressions, gives the vibe that he's always analyzing you, he doesn't tend to speak unprompted. But he does smile a lot when Brokenstar's doing Evil Things with him.

He LOVES when he gets to start shit and hide in the fluff of his beloved supernatural manifestation of spite and rage. Special drawing of it since I already posted his full design waaay back.

Also side note Im obsessed with the cut disney song "Snuff Out The Light" right now and it feels like SUCH a Bonefall Runningnose anthem.

@elkpoint Flipclaw

So I mentioned Balding Lionblaze here because he's his grandpa! Flipclaw looks a LOT like him before he lost his hair. He's MEGA fuzzy. (In the rewrite though Fernsong is an ex-kittypet and Ivypool is Lionblaze's daughter)

I also can't imagine him as a brown tabby, he's this really nice brownish-gold color like a lion. His stripes are brown, though. He's also a total jokester, I think he was really close to his uncle Hollylark and misses him a lot.

Pictured is him saying, "look at me guys im walking like a twoleg!!" What a guy.

@purrsnickitty Hawkwing

I have always seen him as a mix between Tony Tiger and Batman. I am not sorry about this.

He is also a lynxpoint. When I make SkyClan cats I think of monkeys and aviator pilots for some reason, so they're all getting dextrous paws and prehensile tails.

His stripes are also all chevrons, and he's got TONS of tufts on his shoulders, ears, plus a puffy 'mane' that's part of the belly (don't ask me why it just reminds me of aviator jackets for some reason)

He is also an absolute unit.

@purrsnickitty Violetshine

Usually I need to do two sketches to get where I'm going with a design but not for Violetshine. First try, there she is. Monkey woman

Heart shapes for her, heart face, heart belly/mane. It also didn't come across well but her tail is LONG. Able to wrap around stuff easy. Mm, monkey.

I intended for there to be family resemblance because her and Hawkwing are bodied. They have LOTS of diameter. Complete volume.

@nightly-ruse Morningflower

Mentally I adopted your design of Morningflower because it's so good, but here's my old idea of her

Calico Morningflower my beloved

The coloring was difficult but I tried to communicate she has very little white. Most of her is bright orange and warm, sooty gray. She is the sister of Ashfoot (Onewhisker removed) so the gray is very important in my head.

I like WindClan cats to be very whispy, and they almost always have a white tail tip. Morningflower, instead, has an orange tip (which I may fix in another draft).

(I drew her training an apprentice, it was going to be Whitetail! But then I borked the eyes and it's pen so I can't fix it. She looks too scary. So I cropped her out OTL)

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[juncojunk-o]

Commissions Live [3 Slots Open]

For more information, please read the following.

Hello everyone!

After deliberating and planning, I will start accepting requests for commission work as of today and into the foreseeable future. I will be taking a few small steps into this endeavour at first and, ideally, be expanding my offerings going forward.

For the time being, there are limited options that one may select as a basis for commission. This is meant to limit the scope of requests in an attempt to keep lead times short. I'm aware that I have a propensity to become fatigued, distracted, or otherwise sidetracked when it comes to my illustration projects. By shrinking the scope of these commission illustrations my hope is that I can finish them quickly and with relative ease. That being said, I've made a few caveats and exceptions to those interested [The caveat is basically always 'Just ask me about it and we'll work something out. Maybe.']. With that out of the way, let's move on.

Commission Info

As mentioned, what I will be offering with this first round of commissions will be limited. They'll be centred around the premise of 'Single Character Illustrations' offered at various tiers of quality. This is standard practice from my experience, but I don't often operate in this regard because I find it limiting. However, that's kind of the point this time around!

No fussing around with details. The client sends me a reference of a character they want drawn [Visual preferred, but written isn't off the table], along with the tier/price point/level of quality they desire. A pose, action, idea, or concept to go along with the character is heavily advised unless the client wants to give me creative liberty with the project.

As mentioned in the references, there might be an idea or part of the illustration the client desires or is curious about. Feel free to enquire as the worst that will happen is I say, "Nah."

Slots are open on a first come, first serve basis. Work will be done in batches until all previous commissions are complete. I'll make posts to let folks know when slots are closed and when they reopen.

Stipulations and Boundaries

I will not draw NSFW content.

An illustration may be revealing or somewhat risque, but I will not be drawing any characters in the nude or involved in indecent situations.

If you're curious about what things I'm willing to create, the best way to find out is to scroll through my posts. Otherwise, consult this helpful list that has most [I think] of the things I generally draw:

Girls

Furries / Scalies

Monsters

Fantasy Stuff

Fanart

Cool Outfits

If you're curious about what things I might be willing to create, consult this secondary list of things that I do not draw regularly, but have no qualms about drawing:

dudes

flowers? trees?

fish

animals in general

uuuuuh food

man idk just like request something normal please

If you're curious about what things I'm NOT willing to create, the best way to find out is ask. Better yet, ask yourself first. "Would this artist find drawing [blank] weird?" if you answered yes or even hesitated, you're probably right. I am a prudish individual and I do not enjoy drawing things for capital to begin with.

Payment

Payment will be done through Paypal or Ko-Fi and discussed in detail on a client by client basis.

Paypal is preferred as Ko-Fi assumes that if I get paid I will FOR SURE get your commission done. This is not my preferred method of payment. I strive to make sure the client is content with the end product before I accept payment, ergo payment shall be processed at the end of our transaction. The client receives the final, full quality, render of their requested work and I am paid in full.

How To Contact Me

Please contact on Tumblr via messaging as I will not be publicly distributing my methods of interaction [IM/E-Mail]. I can also be reached at my Twitter, @TheToothyTerror if such an avenue is more convenient.

Thanks for reading and please reblog / share this post because wow man I'm really stupid broke.

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[vesperstalksclones]

Wrecker x Mando Femme OC

The Naked Truth

(18 +) explicit

So this is a gratuitous smut snippet of a Wrecker centered Bad Batch story, post Order 66. But of course, I'm writing the juicy parts first lol. I wanted to post because who knows if I'll finish it, and tumblr needs some Wrecker smut! So, following is unprotected sex, a difficult first coupling, ample fondling, and one surprisingly gentle guy, which is still pretty rough since he's built like a draft horse.... and hung like one... 😳

Quick synopsis:

(OH please pardon my lazy editing, I forgot to go spell check my Mando'a, so I kriffed up a few things 🤨)

The crew have been hiring themselves out to make $$ to fuel the Maurauder, buy supplies, etc. They take a job as armed support for a Mandalorian cell on a rather obscure outer rim planet, who have been clashing with the local crime syndicate. He meets Kessa-Lan, a stoic female warrior with a knack for explosives and an excellent rifleman. Of course our big goofy boy is smitten instantly, but her voice! Its all husky and full of pepper (think like Demi Moore) and he is going to die from loving it. But.. she refuses to take her helmet or armor off in his presence, but not because of strict code; Kessa was injured badly several years ago when her village was attacked by several of the crime family's enforcers. The burns resulted in the loss of her right arm, and her neck, shoulder, and face on the right side are terribly scarred. She has no ear on that side, and half her face is covered by cybernetic skin, with a replacement eye as well. She grows her hair in to thick braids, woven with beads and mementos, so that the locks can hide some of the disfigurement. She is ashamed and afraid that he wouldn't be so enamored if he saw her properly. So some stuff happens… pew pew, boom, pew, etc,etc. Wrecker ends up captured by the crime syndicate's local cell, with a few of Kessa's Vode, and he recognizes their sigil as the group who destroyed Kessa's village and harmed her so terribly. He manages to trick them into bringing him to a meeting hall alone, so they don't use the others as human shields to keep him in check. He taunts the leader in to a one on one fight (they think he's heavily sedated) and when they've uncuffed him, he visits some terrible hell on the three odd dozen elites, but suffers serious injuries in the process. The Bad Batch finds him and rushes off planet to an old friend with a bacta tank and the medical skills to save him. Upon returning, the Batch proceeds to obliterate the criminals and Wrecker seeks out his love interest, hoping she is at least a little bit happy to see him.

 

       OOOOO Here's the good stuff OOOOO

Wrecker Circled her silently, looking her up and down with a quiet intensity. A few times he stilled, and she felt the calloused pads of his fingers ghost over a scar or a patch of freckles. Stopping behind her, his hands came to rest on her shoulders, thumbs caressing for a moment before they slid to her wrists and gently lifted her arms to the air. She felt him shift, no doubt examining them as he had done the rest of her, running his fingers along the lengths, assessing the differences between the one, flesh and bone, and the other, cold cybernetics. 

"Beautiful." He whispered so low she could barely make out the word.

"Hmmm?" 

"Beautiful, Mesh'la." He reached for her wrists again, raising her arms higher and positioning them around his neck, "You're a dream come to life." 

She leaned against him as his lips brushed her undamaged shoulder, nibbling a gentle path towards her neck. 

Retracing the path along her arms, he splayed his fingers wide and his great hands smoothed along her sides and over her hips, climbing up over her abdomen and ribs in slow circuits. When his lips reached her cheek, she turned her face, catching them with her own, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso, pulling her as flush against him as he could manage. He sighed into her mouth, kissing and licking at her softly. 

For a moment Kessa was able to appreciate that no matter how brutally strong this behemoth may be, he had an inherently gentle heart. She had half expected to be flung down and ravaged by Wrecker the moment she bared her skin to him, as eagerly as he had flirted with her and as hungry as his eyes always were. She certainly hadn't expected this sensual caressing as he savored her in his arms. Despite the tautness of every muscle she could feel against her back, and the slight tremor in his hands, he held himself quiet and steady.

He broke away from her, turning his gaze back down her body, thoroughly enjoying the view. He slumped backwards, leaning against the crude table, hands full of her breasts as he arched her against him, and she hissed as he toyed with the dark peaks of her nipples. He experimented for a few moments, weighing her in his hands, varying the force of his grasp, rolling and pinching at the buds until he found just the right movement to make her whimper.

"That's right Sugar, sing for me so I know what you like…." he growled low in her ear, his voice growing impossibly deeper. One of his massive paws had crept to the juncture of her thighs, and he traced the crease thoughtfully. "Spread your legs, Dala. I want to touch you". 

She obliged, wiggling her hips as she did so, feeling his hard member ride up against the small of her back. Wrecker hummed in appreciation, as his fingers crept into her warmth and, finding her slick and eager for him, dove right in. Seeking out the bundle of nerves at the front, he stroked with two fingers, trapping the delicate flesh and sending marvelous tingling sensations through her belly. 

"Remember… my tongue was here before…" he whispered, ".. but you hid the rest of you then, all tucked away in that armor and that helmet… killed me to have to listen to you through a moderator." The two fingers flexed and curled, and then plunged inside her, and she clamped around them with a ragged moan, her jaw dropping open from the sudden intrusion. " Kriffing hell! That's nice!" he gasped into her neck.

He thrust into her eagerly, dragging his thumb across her clit each time, spurred along by Kessa's mewls and cries. 

"Fuck! That voice ad'ika! Just listening t'ya could finish me!" He scraped his teeth along her jaw, and she could feel him trembling against her, his breath warm and moist at her ear. "So many times, all I could think was what you'll sound like when you take my cock."

She squirmed, rocking her hips and riding his hand. "Ah.. Wrecker! I want you inside me cy'aire, please!"

"Not yet, doll. Ladies first, then we'll see what happens." He couldn't ignore the burst of sensation brought on by her plea, begging for him to stuff himself between her thighs, and he couldn't help but to roll his hips against her, finding small satisfaction in rutting against her lower back.

"So tight, love. I'm giving you another…" he ground out hoarsely, before adding a third thick finger to her besh, groaning in satisfaction as she arched against him with a sob. "I'm so 'fraid I'll hurt you." 

He felt her relax after a few thrusts, her slick running down the back of his hand. Her sounds were growing more frantic, and she was moving against him with purpose… "Are you there Sugar? Give it to me doll, come for me…let it go..." he pleaded gently.

She pulled his hand roughly to her breast, and he massaged and plucked at her roughly, causing Kessa to yelp and tighten around his knuckles. He stroked her only a few more times before she stiffened and shuddered, giving a broken cry. Wrecker watched in awe as the climax washed over her features, feeling her body contract around his fingers, her nails scraping at his shoulders. He could have wept at the sight, her lashes fanned over her dark cheek… the slight chatter of her teeth as her head lolled against his shoulder.. She drew out such profound feelings in him, his beautiful, pepper voiced, warrior goddess… that is if he wasn't so insanely desperate to pound her 'til her bones rattled.

Chest heaving, Kessa made to move away and he withdrew carefully. She turned and plastered herself against his chest, beaming up at him, one soul-less cybernetic eye blazing red, the other an explosion of green and gold and brown, a swirl of starlit colors as stunning as the glowing gas nebulae he had seen in his travels. 

 "Now!" She gasped, breathless still, "I want you on top of me!"

"Hmmmm.. mesh'la I don't dare."

Her eyes widened in confusion.

"Kess'ika, there isn't a soft surface anywhere in here; I'd beat you to hell darlin. I know my strength and I know how stupid I'm gonna get." 

He rose from where he leaned against the rough work table, considering it carefully.

"But this'll do, I'll break this instead!" He shoved it back hard against the wall with a soft chuckle and turned to reach for her. She came to him eagerly, and he scooped her up, grinding her against  him a few times with a satisfied groan, and he deposited her on the surface. 

"You're ready for me?" He asked, drawing himself close between her legs.

"Um-hmm. Wrecker, take this off." She demanded gently, tugging at the skin tight black shirt he wore. He obligingly peeled it upwards and felt her hands on his skin before it cleared his shoulders. Flinging the garment away he admired the look on Kessa's face as she explored his chest and abdomen. 

"These look terrible." She whispered, her fingers ghosting over the newly healed blaster wounds. 

He gently butted his head against hers. "They're worth it if it means you sleep better at night." He grinned as he kissed her; she framed his face with her hands, deepening the kiss, and when he opened for her, Kessa's tongue brushed over his, making him see stars. 

He jerked his trousers down his thighs and pressed her backwards upon the bench. Wrecker grasped her knees, spreading her wide before him and rolled himself against her, gliding his rigid cock through her wetness for good measure. She pushed up on her elbows, watching him thoroughly wet himself, before fisting his member and aligning himself with her opening.

Seven hells, he was big, well proportionally correct anyway for a man the size of a mountain, and she realized his purpose in using his fingers first... it would have been difficult without some preparation. He pushed against her, gritting his teeth with strain. Her jaw fell slack as he stretched her, his rounded head easing its way in. 

"Is this alright cy'aire?" He hissed. "Hurts?"

He paused, shaking against her as he struggled with his overtaxed libido. 

"Yes, love, I'm alright," she held his gaze, wanting him to see clearly that she wasn't lying for his benefit. She groped for his hands where they held her hips tightly, clinging to them for stability. He continued to push in to her, pausing to withdraw and return to claim another inch of her space. Her muscles burned as she took him, but it wasn't unbearable and each gentle motion felt better than the last. 

"Give me all of you, Wrecker. I'm ready," She gasped. 

He watched her for a moment, sweat beading on his forehead from the tension, and then flexed his ass and plunged forward, landing flush against her thighs and she wailed under him.

"Fuck! Kessa, I'm sorry! I'll stop…" 

"No! Wrecker don't you dare!" She dug her nails into his wrists. "Just hold still a moment." She drew a deep breath willing her protesting muscles to relax, as he gently kneaded her hips.

"Kessa, we don't have to do this, love..."

"I'm ok cy'aire. It's just.. it's been a long, long time, and you're… well… you!" She gave a tug at both arms. 

"Again, just start slowly, I was made for this, you know."

"To be mated by a bantha??"

She burst out laughing, and his eyes rolled back in his head from the contractions it caused around his cock. 

"Jengo's bones woman! Kriffing HELL that feels amazing!"

"You said before you liked my voice enough to get off on it," She quipped, a coy look settling on her face.

"No doubt."

He stooped and kissed her hungrily, before bracing his palms on the table and tentatively moved his hips against her. Gradually he withdrew and then returned, filling her to bursting. She felt him drag against the most deliciously sensitive places, and each one sent hot electricity up her spine. Catching his honey brown eyes, she nodded and he quickened his movements, breathing raggedly from the sensations. 

"Kessa… " he uttered her name again and again, like a prayer. " Oh… Kessa... Gods… you feel so good, woman.. I can't…  I can't believe .. you let me … touch you like this!" Wrecker gasped, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. "Wanted you for so damn long. Want you for myself… keep you…  My woman.."

"You'd better ruin every other cock for me then" she replied, the words turning in to breathy moans. 

With a sound somewhere between a groan and a snarl, he roughly gathered her up in his arms, his kiss pressing her into the table, his thighs slamming forward harshly against the wooden edges - and they were vaguely aware of the sound of something breaking. She mewled into his mouth, clawing at his back and neck, desperate to pull him closer than he already was. 

"Are you going to come on my cock, love?" He growled. She couldn't do much more than whimper. "Come on mesh'la, scream for me. Wanna feel you!" He reared up, cradling her hips in an iron grip as he rammed into her, feral noises curling from deep within his chest. Kessa dug her nails against the table, watching his member disappear within her again and again, shining with her slick. She knew that she only ever wanted him. No other man should ever have her this way. 

"Wrecker… I love you cy'aire, only you.. I'm yours however you want me.." she cried as her tension built, her release looming. "Come inside me cy'aire, I want you to…" something shattered within her and her climax washed over her. The world turned upside-down and the stars exploded in her eyes, and she screamed, just like he'd asked..

Seeing Kessa coming undone beneath him, her hot tight muscles contracting around him proved his undoing. A hard thrust, and another, and the third had him surging into her, her cries ringing in his ears; a more beautiful sound he had never heard, and his own climax claimed him, drawing blackness across his eyes. 

He didn't quite faint; he was still sailing on the ripples of the best orgasm he had ever had, and his vision slowly came to focus. Kessa was watching him with a look of immense satisfaction, like a proud loth-cat who had just eaten the proverbial song bird.. He was trembling still, with the occasional harsh shudder as she continued still to tighten and relax against his softening cock. 

He reached for her chin. "Kessa, did I hurt you sweetheart?"

"Yes." She groaned. "It was amazing. Do it again."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, when she grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a wet kiss.

 "I meant what I said. Wrec."

He grinned crookedly and kissed her back. "We need to find a proper bed darlin'. 

Pretty sure this pic is by Mollo101; whose Star Wars art is AMAZING!! Sorry so dark and melancholy, but there is a lack of Wrecker fanart out there!

#clone wars #bad batch #wrecker #clone wars smut #smoke show mando lady #wrecker deserves some good puss puss #stand at attention sir

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Ali & Ro

NYD Catch-up

Ali: *Daintliy throws the tiniest of pebbles at our window 'cos I'm in trouble enough if this goes tits up without also breaking a window* Ropunzel, Ropunzel, let down your hair! Ro: allow me to busily make tea while I loudly quiz Tess and whoever else may be in earshot about their resolutions Ro: I can't believe you're only just getting home! I was going to ask how you're evening was but I think I can guess Ali: You're a 🌟 Ali: We need to fully mind-map and dream-board ours later, I've got so many ideas already but I at least need in on that tea action first, builder's brew please and thank you 😘 Ali: Shh 😉 I've been in bed since 1 💤 like an 😇 Ali: Hehe social media never lies, not mine at least Ali: I'll tell you all about it, whilst Ma tries to tell you she quit the fags years ago, like 🙄 Ali: 💃 Ro: Of course. Well, there has been a kitty there so the universe should stay on our side with that one, hopefully. Ro: Hm yes, if anyone asks you got back before I did, there's not much I can do if social media decides to answer instead though alas Ro: Oh Tess, no offense intended, but truly I'd much rather hear what you have to say Ali: Oh, Bluebs, hope she was alright with the fireworks, I paid Rocky with a selection box to keep her company but bet he was too busy being a hooligan come 12, nutter...but I'm sure she hid herself nicely warming the blankets for us anyway, like 😽 Ali: Did you and Meena have a good time? With all dem 💶💶💶 you can both more than make up for missing the hottest part night of the year, ay Ali: Bless her heart, though perhaps take her pack away from her still, you'll be helping her and, you might need one after I fill you in, like 😉 Ro: I can't tell a lie there was some bribery involved for us too with the older kids. They had me baking and the text advice I received from Tommy wasn't as helpful or coherent as usual Ro: We definitely earned our crusts it has to be said Ro: I think Meena would've liked to join you so you might want to play down the finer details when you fill her in but no complaints here, fussy children aside Ro: I draw the line at that level of trickery, we'd both be caught if I even tried I think Ali: I think its to be expected, babysitter rules are there are no rules, or very few, ESPECIALLY when it comes to sugar 😋 Lucky kiddos, I would kill for a sweet treat rn Ali: Maybe I can push it and see if the old man is any fit state to do a fry-up too, mmm Ali: We should deffo ring Tommo then and be annoyingly loud and cheerful 'cos he always gets hangovers un🍀 🦆y Ali: Payback Ali: Well her brother was there so she wouldn't have been able to have all that much fun, like, I'll be sure to downplay it though, tact is so my strong suit 😏😂 Ro: Oh? You'll be glad to hear then that I had the foresight to make enough cookies to bring a batch home. There's still a few that could be claimed by you if you're quick enough. Ro: I can make no such promises about a proper breakfast but time will tell I suppose, I'd consider it favorable if you work a little of your own magic Ro: You have plenty left don't you? Ro: We'll likely need an actual spell to wake Tommy after all Ali: Faster than a speeding bullet, me Ali: I can climb these drainpipes like nobody else 🐈💪 Ali: I'm sure we could concoct a pepperup potion, getting him to drink it is another kind of magic altogether Ali: even if we settle for calling it an energizer smoothie or something muggle Ro: Perhaps we could say it has lots of biotin that'd make him more inclined for sure Ali: When quiff is life Ali: He truly is sweet 16 Ali: And 15 is looking up for me too, fingers crossed and knock on wood rn, this is gonna be our year, Posy, and that ain't the after-affects still talkin' Ali: Wished on every 🎆 in the sky Ro: Wishing is very powerful so I'm not surprised, I am very intrigued though Ro: Go ahead Ali: I'm in 💚 Ali: 🙃 and now hiding under the covers eeeeeeeeeeeppppp bye Ro: Did Marlene get off work early last night and surprise you? That's so lovely Ali: No, no, no Ali: It's all but ended and it will be if my feeling is correct and reciprocated Ali: We'll be better off as friends, honestly, I can't give her what she wants but I can be there for as a mate so that's what's best, she'll see that given a bit of time, I'm sure of it Ali: That said...do you think I'm a total slag for who did surprise me last night now? 😳🙈 Ro: Oh okay. That makes sense Ro: No Ali, I'd never Ro: Is it someone I know? You've mentioned Meena's brother already... Ali: Oh lordy no 😂 Drew is an alright lad really but no, he's not the sort, definitely would not be reciprocated, he's got half the girls at School after him and he loves that Ali: More power to him but you're getting warmer Ali: you know the lad him and Meena live with, don't you? Caleb Cavante, in my year too Ali: 😍 Ro: I think so? He's always in the music block isn't he? Ro: He smiles a lot. Not in a weird sense though I don't mean that Ali: Oh Ro 😂 you make ME smile Ali: sounds like him, cool hair Ali: obviously, I knew of him before last night but it was just like...right time, right place, you know? Ali: Sounded triter than all the 'new year, new me' posts aren't I? Ro: Not at all Ro: It sounds like a fairy tale and we're treating it as such! Ro: Did you kiss him at the end of the countdown? Ali: Oh no, I forgot to lose a shoe...Typical, on the one night to make throwing dancing shoes aside count! But I suppose he won't have to search the kingdom high and low Ali: Back at School Tuesday Ali: At least this promises to make my weekdays more entertaining at any rate Ali: Mhmm 😊 *Gameshow host voice* BUT THAT'S NOT ALL Ro: What else is there? Did he lose a shoe instead? I dread to think what I'm missing here... Ali: [Improptu selfie with the tattooed finger over her lips like a moustache] Ali: Not saying that trumps 'Facebook Official' but 😎 Ro: !!!! Ro: did Caleb get a tattoo too? Ali: Oh silly me, yeah Ali: [Photo they took together post-tattoo] Ali: Big n Lil dipper, its cute, right? Ro: Oh my god! You better not post these, Tess will kill you, but Ro: I think that's adorable Ro: Did it hurt so much?? Ali: She'll love it Ali: we did it ourselves, on each other Ali: thank god he wasn't really crap, unfair, I'd have to go over it myself 😂 Ali: Not really, doing lil dots like that by hand is probably the most chill way to do it, it really wasn't anything to think about even Ali: I could do one for you, really get the mumbot shorting a circuit 😈 Ro: Really?! Weren't you scared?! I would be. Ro: Ali that's so brave. He must have trusted you and vice versa to such a degree Ro: Only you'd get all of this out of the way before a first date has even happened Ro: No wonder you're so giddy Ali: Nah it's not scary, you can watch next time I do one on me, if you like, see for yourself Ali: Promise it isn't dead gory or anything Ali: I'm thinking of doing a Clitocybe rivulosa, our 👑 achievement in witchery to date, you want in? Ali: Won't show Mum that one forreal, she'd lock us in separate dungeons again 👎💔 Ali: Yeah...it felt good to get that shit out of the way, this way, if he wants to look down at his hand ever again and not be reminded of a bad memory, we'll have to make it good Ali: Clever, non? Everyone will think its ridiculous, I know, but I trust his intentions now, which is more than I can say for any of my previous Ali: Bar Marlene, of course, although technically she didn't set her intentions but not in a malicious way so we're letting it slide Ro: Do you sincerely promise? I'd like to see the whole thing for myself before I make any of my own but Ro: It does sound lovely. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so pleased Ro: No offense to Marlene, oops, I'm getting carried away here Ro: It is happy news though Ro: I mean, a love letter on skin, that's just Ro: It makes me speechless Ali: 🤞 Ali: ❌💚🙏☠💉👁 Ali: Me too, it's catching Ali: It'll be better in the long run, she can find her a wifey Ali: I know, I just- ahh Ali: He just text, asking if I got Home alright Ro: Sorry but this boy is a keeper Ro: that's so gentlemanly it's like we've stepped into Austen Ro: Are you nervous about school? It just sounds so magical and classrooms are so...well, not, aren't they? Ali: Better! He wasn't stand-offish and rude to me at the party, only to be won 'round by my wit, humor and independent spirit Ali: Clearly, he's more clued in and go-with-the-flow than Darcy, a win in anyone's books, even Jane's Ali: Hmm, not particularly, nah Ali: I'm not overly concerned with what other people think, so that won't spoil it, fat chance Ali: and we've always had a certain talent for making the mundane magical, haven't we? Ro: Jane would be spinning! Lydia with all her apparent lack of concerns for 'social conventions' has nothing on you and I have little doubt you'd be overjoyed by whatever 'disgraces' Caleb had in mind Ro: A much better match that anything she'd have conceived no doubt Ro: School seems so far off still but now I really am envious that you've made certain you'll have reason to look forward to it. Very unfair! Ro: The only fly in the ointment, potentially is what Marlene might say, how much are you going to tell her? Ali: 🙊 Ali: I'd be happy to regale you with the night's disgraces but I have even less doubt that you'd rather not hear about those details Ali: You're not trying to tell me you've previously nearly eloped with Caleb yourself though, are you? 🤔 Georgiana Darcy is a pretty good fit for you Ali: Now that would be a scandal worth the gossip 😏 Ali: Perhaps you can join me and make the music block your new haunt for a bit, give the library chance to REALLY miss you, like Ali: Hmm, no doubt she'll say things she'll regret when her pride is less hurt Ali: but they aren't prejudices against my 'fake' sexuality I haven't heard before, from her as well, so 🤷 Ali: I understand why, not that I agree with her. For one, I can attest to the reality, and also, I've not got any issue with experimentation, whatever the outcome but I see her frustration Ali: Serious as she is, about, everything Ali: It'll be okay, if she doesn't want to be my friend then alright, her loss frankly, but I'll always be there for her if she chooses Ro: To be honest, no I would not. It's much too early in the year, and day, for all that Ro: Oh goodness! Flattered as I would be to considered an accomplished woman, I fall short in all necessary regards, least of all the elopement alas Ro: Hm, as much as I both enjoy, and clearly need the practice for that comparison to hold true in any sense, I think I'll leave you to the necessary haunting yourself Ro: True. She's always been very vocal, hasn't she? I can understand if you slightly relish the opportunity to leave her speechless just this once too Ro: And it really would be her loss if she chooses that path to go down anyway Ali: What can I say? I'm an overachiever Ali: Couldn't even help myself, like 😎😂 Ali: No you don't, and you're a year younger, you're well ahead of the curve set and it ain't even necessary for a lady to have pleasant hobbies and talents in our day and age so Ali: You're an overachiever too, that's why I loooooove you 💚 Ali: S'cool though, suppose we don't wanna turn up en masse, put him off his A game, bit rude Ali: It is one of the things I admire about her but less so her dogmatism Ali: No one is always right about everything, even me 😜 Ro: Thanks I suppose Ro: Though I probably shouldn't pass on that wisdom about not always being right to everyone else at the kitchen table Ro: Not if I would like to live to be a year older at any rate Ali: Honestly 🙄 Ali: No wonder they love Marlene so much Ali: Ma is gonna be gutted, no doubt it'll be all my fault Ali: like lowkey but damn, woman, show a little loyalty when your daughter can't 😂 Ro: She'll calm down as long as you keep your gentleman caller away from the door for a while I'm sure Ro: When is the first date set for actually? Oh so exciting! Ali: Yeah, we've both agreed as much Ali: For Lene's sake as much as mother's Ali: Gotta get my house in order Ali: I don't know, ooh, what should we do?! Ro: There's always the open mic if he'd adore being serenaded Ro: Sounds like you'd have time to work on a dedication if not a song Ali: THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA Ali: I'll bring out an old classic, best to stick with what I know and am best at for max best impressions Ali: Can always go new and exciting with the outfit 🤩 Ro: Exacty Ro: Your full of good ideas when it comes to that Ro: Oh! We should go donation diving. New year, new clothes to peruse through Ali: Yes! We must we must! Ali: Best time of year for it, ungrateful fuckers binning their unwanted presents Ali: Regift 'em our way 🙏 Ali: Marlene wants to meet up later Ali: Looks like we're doing this today then, ugh, we can hit the charity shops tomorrow maybe? The sales rush shoulda died down a bit at least Ro: That works for me, I'd rather not fight for my faux furs, somewhat defeats the desired purpose Ro: I'll be around if things with Marlene go according to plan, or otherwise and you need to talk it out Ali: Agreed, though I'm down for granny bashing our way to the bargains if needs must Ali: I'll be getting some practice in today, like 🙃 Ali: Thank you though, Posy Ali: Sure it'll be fine Ro: I know it will. You can do this Ro: I can condone that much at least, your shopping behavior less so Ali: 😽 Ali: With you on my side, how could I fail? Ali: She is getting narky though so watch me waltz down the stairs and out again like missed me missed me