#tbb Batcher

[lifblogs]

Week 1: Water Gun Fights and Dad Voices

Prompt: Water Gun Fight

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Minor TechPhee (just one mention)

Word Count: 1153

Summary: On a hot afternoon on Pabu Omega and Hunter decide to have a water gun fight, though their method of doing so is a bit alarming.

WARNINGS: None

A/N: I wanted to wait till my cast/splint-thing was off, but this gave me instant inspiration, so I managed with using just my phone.

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Omega shrieked with laughter, hiding behind a chair as Hunter fired at her. Water sprayed past her position. She supposed she was lucky Crosshair wasn’t playing or else she’d be soaked by now (which, she almost was anyway).

She could see and hear Hunter rushing for her, and she ran, firing behind her without aiming.

She took the fight outside, to their patio they had in their new home on Pabu. It might be better this way. She could already imagine Wrecker asking why their kitchen floor was soaked.

Hunter fired near Omega’s feet, which he clearly didn’t think through because she slipped against the wet stone, falling backwards. Her body gave her a shock of adrenaline, but before she could crack her head on the stone Hunter grabbed her.

“Got you.”

And then he sprayed his repurposed water gun right in Omega’s face.

She spluttered and then started laughing. Hunter was laughing too, a sound Omega cherished more than seeing the sun rise and knowing it was there to provide them with life. His laughter did that all on its own.

“Let me go,” she complained, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head that she pretended to be annoyed about, and then he righted her, releasing her.

Omega squirted water right into his face.

As she rushed away from him this turned into a little dance across the patio, around their table.

Omega didn’t know who was winning this fight anymore. They were both dripping with water, and the table was soaked, more water dripping off the edges and onto the stone.

This was certainly one way to cool off from the hot afternoon sun, despite the way Omega’s breaths were coming hard and fast from dodging around the table and firing at Hunter.

Batcher, who had probably come to see what this was all about, started wagging her tiny, adorable tail. She jumped up, eyes going big as she recognized this as some form of play.

She splashed over to Omega and headbutted her arm, throwing off her aim so that one of their pots of flowers ended up getting watered early.

Hunter sprayed her again.

She giggled.

“No fair. Batcher’s distracting me.”

At first Hunter looked like he was about to reply with some quip about soldiers having to be ready for anything, his mouth open and face hard, and then realized they weren’t soldiers anymore. He still had his moments. They all did.

Batcher was curious about the old, repurposed blaster Omega was holding, so she let her sniff it. To give her more information, Omega gently squeezed the trigger, eliciting a gentle stream of water. Batcher jumped away, startled, and Omega tried to hold in her laughter. Hunter didn’t.

He went over to pet Batcher, both of them explaining this to her. Batcher came closer, sniffing Hunter’s repurposed blaster.

And then she promptly snatched it and ran off.

“Hey!”

Omega saw her chance and took it, firing right at the back of Hunter’s head as he went after Batcher.

“Omega!”

She laughed, following.

Batcher circled around, nudging Omega. As Omega pet her under her chin, blaster still focused on Hunter and spraying mercilessly, Batcher deposited Hunter’s blaster into her hand.

“Good girl.”

“Now wait a minute!”

Omega used his blaster to fire right at his mouth.

A gurgling sound came from him for a second before he swallowed, which set Omega off laughing again.

“We don’t know how dirty these are,” Omega exclaimed.

Hunter shrugged. “Water is water.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Maybe give me my blaster back and we can argue about this like civilized people.”

Omega snorted.

Hunter lunged for her, and she shrieked. She jumped back and fired at him till he was even more wet than before. Batcher jumped around, barking.

Omega slipped again, and Batcher held her up.

She looked back.

“Thanks, girl.”

Hunter took that opportunity to try and snatch both blasters from her.

She relinquished his so she could shove him back and fire again.

“Omega, I think that’s enough.”

“Hardly.”

“You’ve slipped twice.”

“Well then come and get my blaster,” she teased, rushing to the far side of the table, Batcher at her heels.

Tech was on his way back from his market trip with Phee. He’d said bye to her already with a quick kiss and a promise that she was invited for dinner. When he stepped onto his patio, he almost dropped his basket.

Hunter and Omega were soaking wet for some unknown reason, hair dripping water into their faces. Batcher was under the table, lapping up water from a large puddle. The strangest thing, and the most alarming, was that Hunter and Omega were pointing blasters at each other!

“Uh…”

Hunter lowered his, a hand out. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh? Because it looks like—”

Tech was promptly interrupted by Omega pointing her blaster at him and firing. He couldn’t help the startled yelp he let out, adrenaline flooding his system.

He dropped his basket (which also had his datapad in it), fruit rolling out onto the stone. And he crouched down, making himself a smaller target.

Where am I injured?

He felt along his torso for any injury, thinking the pain hadn’t hit yet, and he found only… water.

Omega was laughing.

Tech stood up, an eyebrow raised.

“Water?”

Omega answered his question before firing at herself, laughing as more water dripped off of her.

“Water,” Tech stated again.

“Yep! Hunter and I found some old blasters, and it was so hot, so we thought we’d repurpose them.”

“You need a talking to, young lady,” Tech said, not exactly pleased that she’d fired at him, making him believe he would be hurt.

She groaned. “But that was the funniest scream I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, excuse me for thinking my life was in danger.”

“And now you’re using your dad voice,” she said as she handed her blaster over and went to pick up Tech’s basket.

He snatched it out of her hands, not wanting her to get his datapad wet.

“I don’t have a dad voice,” he argued.

“You do,” Hunter said.

Omega went and pressed a finger into Hunter’s chest. “You do too.”

“What?”

“But Crosshair is the worst with it.”

“Speaking of,” Hunter started, “we should clean up before—”

A surprised shout reached them through the open door and windows. “Why is the kitchen floor soaking wet?!”

“—that,” Hunter finished.

Omega laughed and went inside, probably to start cleaning up, and to deal with Crosshair and his “dad voice.”

“Sorry, Tech,” Hunter said, taking his basket from him. “I’d better get in there, explain this was my idea.”

“Was it?” Tech asked, following after his brother, being mindful of the wet stone.

Hunter smirked. “As if I’d tell you.”

Tech and Hunter laughed as from inside the house came the cry of, “Young lady!”

[twinsunstars]

Behind-the-Scenes Shenanigans (Part 19) *while filming episode 6* *the camera on Fireball and Gregor* Gregor: Today we’re going to teach you all how to make a good warm-hearted soup that will serve as a nice meal for any time of day, or even when you’re just trying to feed a lot of hungry troopers during work. Fireball: I’ll also teach you how to add some spice into the soup if you like those kinds of kicks in your food. Gregor: We’ve got all the ingredients ready for-Batcher! *Batcher is seen eating a few of the ingredients sneakily, and Fireball tries to move her away*

part of my Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind The Scenes Incorrect Quotes series!

The Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind the Scenes Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 🎬

[shakall]

brothers (and Batcher)

[timetodiverge]

Excuse me sir, that's my Emotional Support vicious lurca hound

....soooo Batcher is fully Crosshair's puppy now, yes???

-spending the morning at the beach with him instead of Omega -sitting next to him at the table -staying near him while everyone was yelling -squaring off against the wyrm ("YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!!"), then going right to Crosshair to check in, then STAYING THERE while Crosshair has his moment with Hunter

[gil-estel]

i just think it’s neat that they both end up with puppies

[themistymountainscold]

omega: *showing off batcher*

omega: can we keep her?

wrecker: hunter’s allergic

crosshair: hunter can stay outside

[madamrynodm]

Batcher is an official service hound now, she's a good good girl

[zaana]

I love drawing this trio!

[alligatorpie1945]

Hunter made the mistake of trying to help Omega with her math homework. He should probably leave that to Tech. (I dont know about you, but my parents and I would always argue over homework) Don't worry about it though, they made up later that night.

Echo and Tech are out of the house for a couple weeks, each on their own trips. And without Echo, the house as truly gotten out of hand cleanliness wise.

And their big family has gotten even bigger! Now that Batcher has joined. I decided to make her a King Cane Corso.

Prints are available here

I used the wonderful sims house as reference made by @dragonild

[adh-d2]

The dad and the dog he didn't want 😭

[badbatcher-99]

I accidentally Disney-fied crosshair 😭

This isn’t even my style 😭 like what?!

He looks so cute 😭

I actually wanted to draw crosshair and Batcher like this 🥹 imagining crosshair as a musician is giving me butterflies. His long fingers are screaming to touch a piano 🎹

[lifblogs]

I realized Omega has been bitten by Batcher at least once, probably somewhere on her arm since her hands look fine and we only see her in long sleeves.

She said to Crosshair, “And she didn’t bite me. That’s progress, at least.” (or it was roughly those words)

[the-good-batch]

Batcher being Best Girl™

Legend has it Crosshair gave Batcher Echo’s arm. Moral of the story: sleep with one eye open on the Marauder.

[shakall]

So time heals all wounds, I guess. It wasn't time that did it

[maestro030403]

Average night on the Marauder

Hunter *tucking Omega in*: Goodnight, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. 

Tech: Technically, there would be no bed bugs. We just cleaned. Why do you think there are bed bugs?

Crosshair: Goodnight. Sleep tight, don’t let the monsters haunt you.

Wrecker: Monsters?

Omega: What monsters?

Echo *sighs*: There are no bed bugs, there are no monsters. Just go to bed. 

Wrecker: But what monsters?

Hunter: No monsters. 

Omega: Just bed bugs. 

Tech: Again, there should be no bed bugs. Have you seen signs of them?

Echo: All of you go to sleep

*Quiet for a minute* 

Wrecker: But why does Batcher always sleep with Crosshair? No fair, I wanna turn

Omega: She sometimes sleeps by me

Wrecker: No fair

Crosshair: She just likes me best

Tech: Technically, it may be because of Crosshair’s unresolved trauma. Dogs tend to know when humans are not alright. Although that may not be a good enough reason because many of us have unresolved issues. 

Hunter: Yes, thank you for calling us out Tech, now go to sleep

 *Quiet for another minute*

Omega: I need some water

Wrecker: I have to use the refresher

Tech: It is too hot in here to sleep. What temperature is the ship set at? This is not the optimal sleeping environment

Hunter: Do not touch the thermostat!

Echo: WOULD YOU GO TO SLEEP ALREADY?

Crosshair: Okay, mom.

[gil-estel]

family vacation on pabu after the war