#Crosshair’s the most fun out of all of them to draw

[heyclickadee]

Crosshair sketch, because I wasn’t super happy with how I drew him in those expression challenges:

[dindjarindiaries]

Risk & Reward

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompts: "Are you asking me out on a date?" / "I'm not drunk enough for this." / "I think you should kiss me."

warnings: alcohol/drunkenness

main masterlist • hunter masterlist

You couldn't understand why you had ever resisted coming here. For once, the boys had actually been right; 79's was the place to be between missions. And no, it definitely wasn't the alcohol talking.

How much had you had, anyway? Most of your glasses had already been taken away, and those that hadn't were starting to blur together...

You were mindlessly giggling at Wrecker jostling a disgruntled Crosshair around when a familiar, low voice cut through the noise in your isolated corner. "Alright, we've had our fun. Time to go."

You let out a long gasp and turned towards Hunter. His brow wrinkled with concern as his stare met yours, and your foggy brain could still process him checking you for signs of distress before you stumbled off your stool to approach him.

"Hunter!" You laughed and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for an embrace that, in this state, felt totally natural, despite the fact you had never, ever greeted him like this before. "Hi!"

"Uh..." Hunter politely tapped your back with both his hands, "hey."

"We missed you." You stepped back and patted his tattooed cheek twice. Hunter's brow shot up in response to the gesture. "Where've ya' been?"

Hunter's gaze flickered between you and the rest of the squad who stood behind you. "I've just been doing the rounds, keeping our relationship with some of the regs... amicable enough."

Doing sergeant duties on a night off? Yeah, that was classic Hunter behavior.

"Of course." You huffed and gave his shoulder a playful punch, but it barely made contact with your current lack of depth perception. "Do you ever just relax, Sarge?"

"That's a good point," Wrecker chimed in from behind you.

You whipped your head around to nod and point at him. "Exactly, Wreck, thank you!"

Hunter let out a heavy sigh, drawing your attention back to him—though his stare was on another one of his brothers. "Tech?"

All Hunter had to do was hold out his hand, and his brother provided him with his datapad. Tech pushed his goggles up his nose to hide his smile as Hunter read whatever was written on the vidscreen. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. His free hand pinched the bridge of his nose as he handed the datapad back to Tech.

"And all of you let this happen?" Hunter reopened his eyes to stare vibroblades at his brothers.

"Who am I to set someone else's limit?" Crosshair sounded completely unaffected by his alcohol intake, even if the sly smile he wore was evident in his tone.

"That's another good point!" Wrecker added.

"I was too preoccupied with making note of everyone's intake," Tech responded. "It's fascinating, isn't it?"

A muscle in Hunter's jaw flexed. "Yeah, that's one word for it." He glanced at you and nodded. "We're gonna head back to the ship."

Hunter reached inside a pocket on his belt and set a hearty amount of credits inside Tech's outstretched palm.

"Pay the tab and meet us there when you're done." His brow furrowed at the three of them. "For your sake, make sure I don't have to come drag the rest of you outta' here."

Wrecker saluted. "You got it, boss!"

Hunter let his glare linger on them even as he set a hand on your back to guide you to his side. He then eased you forward, keeping his hand where it was until you were steady enough.

That moment never came.

Hunter's sigh was quieter than before as he slung one of your arms over his shoulders and wrapped the arm he had closest to you around your waist.

"I knew this was a bad idea," he muttered.

"Yeah, well, I used to say that too." You nudged him the best you could in your current position, which saw you practically resting all your bodyweight upon him. "But I'm glad I let 'em finally convince me, because I had fun! Do you know what that is, Hunt? Fun?"

Hunter huffed. "You're asking me that question?"

You shrugged. "I just really wish you'd been with us tonight." Your voice was low in your sudden embarrassment, which was dulled more than it should have been thanks to the haze that clung at the edges of your senses.

Hunter looked over at you before he let out a softer breath. "I'm sorry." His voice also lowered as he went on. "That's not the reason why you had so much, is it?"

You didn't say anything. Hunter took your silence as your answer, judging by the way he tightened his grasp on your waist.

After a few heartbeats, you spoke up again. "It's okay. You can make it up to me later by letting me take you back here. Just us."

Hunter's steps slowed beside you, but you didn't take much notice in your drunkenness. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

You bobbed your head. "Semantics." You spared a glance over at him and smiled. "Unless you have no problem with it, in which case, yes. Yes I am."

Hunter's gaze glittered with amusement and something else you couldn't catch in your haze, but his tone was dry. "I'm not drunk enough for this."

"Hmm. Shame." You giggled and swayed into him. "Could've fixed that if you actually stuck with us tonight."

Hunter at least chuckled at that. His hand on your waist gave it a pat as he nodded. "Next time."

You looked at him with wide, excited eyes. "So there will be a next time?"

Hunter raised an eyebrow at you. "Don't push it."

It wasn't much longer until Hunter was easing you up the steps of the Marauder. The drunken haze was beginning to morph into one of slumber, making your eyelids flutter as you leaned more and more into Hunter. He, of course, was unaffected by the additional weight.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to comment on it. "Hey, you can't go to sleep yet."

You groaned dramatically and pressed your face against his armored shoulder. "Why?"

Hunter set you down in one of the chairs and headed towards the supplies. "Because." He reached into one of the crates and grabbed a canteen. "You need to drink a whole one of these first."

You wrinkled your brow as you took it from him. "Or else what?"

Hunter crossed his arms and stayed where he was, unshaken. "There isn't another option." He nodded at the canteen. "Drink it."

You narrowed your eyes even as you took your first big swig from the canteen. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and leaned back in the chair. "Can I at least get a reward for it?"

Hunter's brow rose. "For keeping yourself healthy?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever you wanna call this."

The corners of Hunter's lips started to rise as he humored you. "What did you have in mind?"

You stared at him, racking your mind for something as you drew another long sip from the canteen. But staring wasn't giving you an idea—at least, not an idea other than the deepest, darkest secret you weren't sure you wanted to confess right now. That was the thing about letting yourself loose, though. Those secrets were also going loose, too.

So, as you stared up at Hunter and studied the parts of him that had taken up permanent residence in your mind, you let that secret slip as if it was nothing more than an innocent suggestion.

"I think you should kiss me."

Hunter looked as if he was experiencing every single stage of shock all at once. His head whipped over his shoulder towards the open hatch of the Marauder, his senses no doubt reaching out to make sure you were still alone for the time being.

All the while, you continued drinking the water nonchalantly. He hadn't said no to your suggestion yet, so... if you kept drinking it...

"That's not a good idea."

You frowned as you returned Hunter's gaze. He was harder to read, now, his expression steeled the same way it was whenever he was trying to make a hard decision on or about a mission. It meant he was purposefully cloaking something from you, and seriously contemplating something.

But that didn't make the sting of his words any easier to take.

You deflated, and because everything was still running loose, you knew Hunter could tell. The canteen lowered in your grasp as your arm fell towards the floor.

Hunter knelt in front of you. "Not right now."

He was gentle as he took the canteen from you and brought it back to your lips himself. You followed his direction without much effort, tilting your head back to let him provide you with more hydration. Hunter continued his thought as he did so.

"Not like this."

You blinked innocently at him after you swallowed. "Like what?"

Hunter gave you a pitiful once-over. You winced in embarrassment.

His hand rose to your shoulder. "How about this. When you can actually walk on your own again, you can have the reward that you want." He mumbled the next part under his breath. "If you still want it then."

You perked up at that. "Really?"

Hunter nodded. "Really." He held up the canteen between the two of you. "But you have to finish this."

You snatched the canteen from him and chugged the rest of its contents. When you finished, Hunter's eyes were widened, and he released an impressed chuckle. You held out your arms to him.

"Help me walk to my bunk?"

Hunter huffed and nodded. The rest was a blur after that, but the memories of it all danced across your mind through the night until you woke again with your usual clarity—and a surprising lack of a hangover, thanks to the sergeant's insistence.

You swung your legs out of the bunk and stood. Only one other bunk was empty, making you smile as you easily walked your own way towards the cockpit.

Hunter swiveled in the pilot's chair to face you, hardly concealing a smile as he watched you close the distance over to him. You stood over his chair, crossing your arms as you gestured back towards the bunks.

"I walked here on my own."

Hunter rose an eyebrow. "You did." He sheathed the knife he'd been playing with before you walked in.

Your gaze flickered to his lips. "Can I have my reward?"

Hunter hummed thoughtfully and turned back to the controls. He lowered his hand over a button that caused the cockpit's door to close behind you, making you smile even before he stood to meet you where you were.

"It was well-earned."

And then his hands were on your face, his lips were on yours, and you were experiencing a whole different kind of drunkenness—one that was a million times better than any other.

[snotbuggle]

Omega when she gets to jail and realizes that she now has to big sister four other children. One of which is nowhere near her age.

Going to try and condense some more serious thoughts about these episodes down below so I can avoid spoiling someone as much as possible and not post a dozen times. I don’t want to miss tag any one of those.

Jex/Jek?? I can’t completely remember his name, but the mirialan kid is for sure not going to trust her at all. Can’t say much for the pantoran kid since they haven’t shown much of them so far, but Eva is going to love her.

I think the mirialan kid is definitely going to be skeptical of Omega’s prior knowledge of the facility, Emerie, and why they’re there. Although he might overlook these things hanging on her promise that her brothers will get her, and in turn them, out of there. I can’t help but wonder what Omega and the others will think after about a week and there still not being a rescue. (These two are assuming that she will be placed with the other force sensitive children. Although she may be moved since her blood actually works for project Necromancer)

Crosshair is definitely going to hear it from Hunter. ESPECIALLY after he threw Hunter’s past failure to keep her out of Tantiss in his face. What I think will weigh on his conscience more though is the fact he thinks she’ll be alone this time. In a way she definitely will, but I have no doubt that he realizes he was probably the highlight of her day. He was probably the one thing that kept her hopeful even if he tried to talk down on her and get her to leave. Yes, she had hope that Hunter and Wrecker would find her, but she also needed someone there with her. A familiar face and not someone who just revealed they were your sister out of the blue. Her situation has changed, but Crosshair doesn’t know that. The Crosshair guilt is going to be so real in these last episodes.

Switching gears, CX agents are always a cool and interesting topic for me. While the identity of CX-2 isn’t usually as engaging, I have to say that I’ve drifted from the standpoint of “there’s no way that’s Tech” to “it’s a possibility” over the course of the last two episodes. I’ve seen some fun ideas for who it is otherwise. Personally, I think that they’re probably just another copy paste man with no autonomy anymore.

ANYHOW! I haven’t seen anyone talk about it much, but the scene with Hemlock reviewing the CX agent data and the capsule has me thinking a little harder on their creation/conditioning. The way Hemlock talks about the other operatives as well. “The others aren’t ready to join you” (paraphrasing) seems to show that after the mental conditioning through obviously brutal means, it takes a load of time to physically condition the agents. Seeing as CX-1 was most likely initiated around the same time as Crosshair (I choose to believe that they were near each other’s tables which is why they’re familiar), that took around five months to half a year. In that time span there had to be a lot of soldiers who Hemlock saw fit to be “reprogrammed” but we see very few operatives throughout. This means that if they make it out of mental conditioning, physical conditioning is most likely very dangerous and often times fatal. I’d like to draw attention to the capsules as a part of that physical conditioning. There were several capsules that Hemlock was observing, along with the foggy one that is most likely that new Huyang-lookin-ass operative. If these capsules are the final stage of physical conditioning, it adds meaning to CX-2’s first line, “Why have I been activated?” (Once again paraphrasing). Although the capsules could be for something else entirely.

Also a bit of a gripe, why in the world do you need a new secret-secret operative, Hemlock? You have the commandos, and then the first X troopers, now the CX’s, and what? You wanted a new one? I can’t tell if this man is an overachiever or just way too absorbed into the advanced trooper rabbit hole. Also for you Tech theorists, it’s kinda suspicious that he makes a new version of agents isn’t it? Almost like there’s something…deviant about him?

Completely side tracking here, I really like Phee’s awareness in the station. Yeah she didn’t hear the blaring alarm, but she was in a room where it’d be hard to hear anyways. However, when she got back she felt something was off about the ramp. We’ve seen how slick CX-2 is, so her noticing something is up was a nice touch imo. Also was very appreciative of her caution and readiness with her knife. I love when female characters get to be aware of their surroundings and ready to throw hands if things go south.

In conclusion, thank you for listening to my dump-rambling. I’ve been trying to keep my lips shut so I don’t miss tag anything and spoil it for someone (because I know that I’ll forget to tag everything right). I hope Wrecker is okay. And even if I’m not a Tech CX theorist, I have to admit that I’ve been seeing some fairly strong parallels.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Beach Vacation - Crosshair's Ending

The Bad Batch lands on the tropical resort planet of Spira.  A contact of theirs is helping you all out by letting you lay low in a private beach house on one of the islands.  You and Crosshair have been secretly dating for a little while, and you hope to make the most of the romantic setting.

Word Count: 1,476

Warnings: Kissing

“I think I’ll go back to the beach with Crosshair.”

All eyes turned to the sniper, gauging his reaction to your statement.  His expression betrayed nothing as he shrugged, tossing his toothpick into the nearby trash.  “Whatever.  Do what you want.”

No one said anything, but the air was heavy with unmistakable tension and even humor. Wrecker seemed to be the only one unwilling to let this slide, moseying over to Crosshair to give him a playful shove.

“Have fun you two!”

“Grow up,” Crosshair muttered, pulling away.  He paced over to the front door and paused to glance your way.  “You coming?”

“Uh, yeah.  I’ll see you guys later!” you called over your shoulder.

“Be careful,” Hunter warned.  “If you run into any trouble, comm us.”

As unlikely it was that you and your companion would encounter anything dangerous in such a place, you nodded sincerely.  “Will do.”  The door shut behind you, and you released a breath.  “Sheesh, I think they may be onto us…” You turned to see that Crosshair was already descending the stairs, hands stuffed in the pockets of his shorts.  You caught up to him with a chuckle.  “Hey.”

He stole a sideways glance.  “They’re watching us through the window.”

“Of course,” you chuckled.  “That’s typical.”

The sun began its descent from the sky, washing the expanse in dazzling shades of peach and gold in a few final minutes of brilliance before darkness settled.  Crosshair’s profile silhouetted stunningly against the colors, against the waves that lapped the shore, was another sight to see.

Something brushed your fingers, drawing your gaze down to see his warm hand clasp around them.  You gasped softly at the gesture, realizing with a glance over your shoulder that you were far enough down the beach that no one could see.  

You were finally alone.

You leaned into his touch so that your shoulders pressed together as you walked down the beach, sighing in contentment.  He entwined his fingers with yours, his brown eyes not breaking contact with yours.

“It’s beautiful here,” you murmured.

He didn’t voice a reply.  Instead, Crosshair closed the short distance between you.  His lips melded with yours warmly, and the two of you stopped in your tracks. Your hand immediately went up to cup the back of his neck, tugging him even closer, while his arm wrapped around your waist.

Waves crashed against the sand behind him, the rush of water on shells and pebbles being the only sounds filling your ears aside from his lips meeting yours.

On the ship, Crosshair was all barbs, silence except to snark, keen eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and toothpicks between his teeth.  This behavior always peaked when the Batch was under orders to cooperate with outsiders on missions during the Clone Wars. Even when solely in the company of his brothers, Crosshair found time to make the occasional crotchety statement, though it was not so much out of defiance than it was simply his usual brand of tough love.

But there, on the beach, his hand was gentle on your waist as it held you close.  His eyes regarded you with unwavering tenderness and what you knew to be devotion in their depths.

It’s plain to see when you’re in the heat of battle, surrounded by enemies, and suddenly they are shot down one-by-one but someone far away…  You can’t pinpoint the site, but you know he’s there, watching from a great distance and protecting you.

Or when you are in a new place, Crosshair forsakes distance to keep your relationship inconspicuous to the rest of the squad in favor of keeping you safe- whether it be at your side, in front of you to shield you from a potential threat, or watching out for you from behind, his hawk eyes scanning your surroundings.  Crosshair’s fierce loyalty shone through every time.

After this realization, his expression didn’t appear so steely to you anymore.  Crosshair never quite found the words to explain.  Instead, his cold gaze revealed more to you each day.  He protected his family.  He protected you. 

You broke the kiss and let your forehead rest against his.  He lingered, refusing to remove himself from that place of basking in the bliss of the moment, eyes half-lidded.

“What if we just stayed at a place like this?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“We are on the Empire’s most wanted list,” he reminded.  “Many parts of Spira are crawling with Imperials.”

“Well, yes.  I know.”  You pulled away to glance down then at where you held his hand between both of yours, fiddling with his slender fingers idly.  “Maybe not here, but…A place like it.  There has to be somewhere far enough for us to live in peace.”

“Perhaps,” he conceded in a slow rasp.  His tone lilted, as if there was more to say on the matter- most likely another gentle rebuttal to your fanciful suggestion, but he decided on keeping it to himself.

The two of you continued on your way along the beach, hand-in-hand.  A dark, starry blanket replaced the glowing hues while the heat of the day cooled to a more pleasant evening temperature.

It felt like bathwater washing over your feet as you waded in the shallows.  It pushed and pulled serenely over the sand before fading into darkness beyond your view with not a single boat light in sight.  Crosshair gazed out at the tranquil scene in silence, his fingers still entirely interlocked with yours.

“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” you asked.

“What do you want to do?” he returned.

“I’d like to do what it is you want to.”

Crosshair fell silent, and you waited patiently as the wheels turned in his head.  

For the longest time, it was just orders.  Mission objectives.  A chain of command.  It left little room for choices beyond what decisions were made on the battlefield.

Even when it came to the small decisions in your relationship- where you went or what you did during downtime- his choice still revolved around what he thought would make you happiest, like a default.  In fact, you were already prepared for his first answer.

“We can go swimming.”

The earlier image of him planted in a beach chair far up on the shore under the umbrella had you biting back a smile  He was a lothcat when it came to his aversion to water.  Swimming was very far down on his list, and you were determined to see him indulge a little on this trip.

“We did that today,” you pointed out.  “We should space out swim times or we risk sunburn, like Tech said...”

Crosshair eyed you, and it was obvious he instantly picked up on the bologna you were trying to sell.  But he let it slide, most likely curious as to why you made such an effort to steer away from it, and wondering what you were getting at.

“Is there anything that you want to do tomorrow? Or see?”

He studied your earnest gaze for a moment before his eyes traveled down to your joined hands.  “I’d rather do this again.”

Your face scrunched up analytically, internally debating your next move.  As much as you didn’t want to sound accusatory, there was still a question as to whether he was yet again defaulting to something he thought you’d want or not.

“Is that… what you want?”

Crosshair sighed, leaning in.

“We are constantly surrounded on the Marauder,” he reasoned in a low voice.  “What I want most is more time with you.  Alone.��� And he drove his point home with a kiss to your forehead before pulling back to see your expression.

Your heart fluttered.  “Oh. Okay then, we’ll put a walk on the beach on our to-do list for tomorrow.”

“Now that we’ve covered that, we should get back,” he said.  You both turned around and walked in the direction from whence you came, pausing twice to observe a school of dolphins that surfaced in the water.  

By the time you walked through the front door, your eyelids were beginning to droop as sleep sought to claim you.  The others were fast asleep with their doors shut, and Echo crashed on the couch.  Crosshair gave you one last kiss for the night, on the inside of your wrist, before departing to the room he shared with Wrecker for the trip.

Omega was curled up in the master bed cuddled up to Lula.  You climbed in on the other side, sliding out of your shoes and letting out a sigh at how soft the blankets were.  It was impossible not to smile at how peaceful and utterly content she appeared in her sleep.

You began to drift off, listening to the sound of crickets chirping outside the window and the ocean breeze rustling leaves.

[y-so-hungry]

Joppa Stew

A commission for the lovely @the-elusive-libbin! Their commission was for 2 characters in T//he B//ad B//atch and their self-insert OC Lily! I did go over the required wordcount for what they paid lol, I just got so excited for it haha! I hope you all like it!

CW: hunger (LOTS), mild stuffing, and a couple of very embarrassed clones lol. Also this is S//tar W//ars, and I'm not SUPER familiar with it so I tried my best with the descriptions, and I'll have you know Joppa Stew IS an actual food in that universe. I did the googles its there

Hunter and Crosshair trudged into the base after a particularly long day. The mission itself had gone… fine, ish, but complications had made it go on for far longer than Hunter had anticipated. As such they hadn’t been given proper rations and well… Crosshair’s stomach has been rumbling for hours now. Not loud enough for a normal person to hear really, but he knew Crosshair was hungry. 

Hunter was hungry too, if he was honest with himself. But that was rare, so he wasn’t hungry, not the slightest bit. His stomach wasn’t even growling. Or… not loud enough for anyone to hear, which is what was most important. Technically now that they were back home at the base they could eat… but Hunter had a feeling that wouldn’t be happening. He had far too much work to do, and Crosshair himself looked bone-tired. Neither of them had the energy to cook, even if they wanted to. Needed to, with the way Crosshair’s stomach was beginning to sound. 

Hunter smiled at Lily as he entered the living area, and headed to his workspace against the wall. Inside, the base was a mix of military efficiency and scrappy improvisation. The main room was a large, cavernous space with rusted durasteel walls and exposed wiring, dimly lit by flickering overhead lights. On one side, a long, makeshift table made up Hunter’s workspace, and it was littered with datapads, empty ration wrappers, and scattered gear. On the other side was a more comfortable space, complete with a couch, coffee table, and Lily herself. 

 She was sitting on the couch there, a drawing pad in her lap, and when she looked up she blew a strand of grey hair out of her eyes as she waved at them. Crosshair was silent as usual, but waved back, then flopped down on the couch next to her, laying down so his legs hung over the armrest and his head was right next to her legs. 

“Good mission?” she asked cheerfully. 

“Mhm,” Crosshair grunted. 

“You two were gone a long time.”

“Mhm.”

“Did you get the bad guys?”

“Mhm.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Mmmm… mm-mm,” Crosshair said with a slight shake of his head.

“No? I’m sorry,” Lily said, running her hand through his short cropped hair. “Well you’re home now, you can relax.” Crosshair grunted a laugh. 

“Knowin’ Hunter he’s just gonna keep working. Reports ‘n mission logs, all that,” he said, cracking open an eye to look at Hunter. Hunter looked back at Crosshair with a tired smile. 

“Someone’s gotta do it,” he said. “You rest.”

Crosshair laughed. “You know him,” he muttered to Lily, though Hunter could still hear. “Always gotta be a big damn hero.”

Crosshair fell silent after that, except for the hungry rumbling in his stomach that Hunter could still hear. It didn’t seem to be quite loud enough for anyone else to yet though, and neither was Hunter’s stomach yet, despite how hungry he was. 

That’s how it went for about an hour. Crosshair dozing on the couch, Lily drawing next to him, Hunter working on mission logs and reports. The hum of a nearby generator provided a low, constant background noise, blending with the occasional drip of water from the cavernous ceiling. That, and of course all the while he can hear his and Crosshair’s stomach giving soft, hungry little gurgles. Every once in a while he felt his stomach clench particularly hard and he’d hold his breath, desperately trying to hide his hunger, and hoping his stomach wouldn’t rumble too loud. He tried to concentrate, but his mind just kept drifting to food…

Warm juicy meat, steaming thick stews, dense aromatic bread, visions of these filled Hunter’s head as he tried to work, and made his mouth water. His stomach clenched, shifting and gurgling with hunger as the images worked into his mind outside his will. It all looked so good, so filling. He took a few drinks of water, hoping it would keep his stomach quiet, but it only made his hunger sharper. 

But as it turns out, he didn’t exactly need to worry about his stomach deciding to make itself known, as a loud, desperate rumbling noise came from behind him. 

Crosshair grimaced as his stomach gave a plaintive growl, his face turning red. His eyes were already closed but he somehow wished he could close them more, like it would help with the embarrassment. 

“Crosshair?” Lily’s voice came from above him. “Are you hungry?”

“Mm-mm,” Crosshair said immediately, shaking his head again. Maybe she would think it’s just a noise from the base. Usually the walls settling didn’t sound like a stomach, but she might believe it if–

Grooooooowwwwwlll

…If his stomach didn’t decide to do it again. 

“It’s no use lying, Crosshair,” Hunter said. “I’ve been listening to your stomach rumbling for hours anyways. You’re starved.”

“Oh and you’re doing so much better, are you?” Crosshair snapped, looking up at Hunter. Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but it seems his stomach decided to fill in for him, as it too gave a starved rumble, forcing him to place a hand on his belly. He grimaced as well, and if it weren’t for his slightly darker skin then he would be just as red as Crosshair was now. 

“Hours??” Lily asked, looking down at Crosshair in surprise. Crosshair laid a hand protectively over his middle and spoke, not meeting her eyes. If he had though, he would’ve seen what Hunter did, which was a small blush coloring her cheeks, and a sparkle of interest in her eyes. 

“We didn’t have enough rations for this mission, it took longer than we thought,” Crosshair said. “They only give us so many for each mission, so… we ran out.”

Lily’s eyes followed as she heard Crosshair’s stomach rumble again, and he rubbed his hand over it. He could feel the vibration under his hand, his stomach was really begging now…

“When was the last time you ate?” she asked, looking up at Hunter this time. Again, that spark of interest was in her eye, but Hunter couldn’t tell if it was concern or… something else.

“Lily really, don’t worry, it’s not–” Hunter’s stomach cut him off with a deep groan, and his flush got deeper. “...Yesterday. At lunch, that was when the ration packs ran out.”

Lily’s blush deepened as her eyes immediately jumped to his belly, and it confirmed Hunter’s suspicions. She was enjoying this. She did seem concerned, a bit, but there was some part of her that seemed to enjoy their hunger. He smirked a little, and watched as her eyes grew a little wider when he placed his hand on his stomach, and started rubbing it. 

“Wow, you must be starving,” Lily said, her eyes still trained on Hunter’s stomach. Crosshair pulled a face however, and shook his head again. 

“It’s really not bad, I’m not that hungry,” he said. His stomach gave a low moan however, rumbling out its displeasure plainly. He sighed and punched a fist into his stomach, swearing under his breath. 

“Well don’t do that!” Lily exclaimed, and she quickly pulled Crosshair’s arm away and put her hand on his belly, giving it soft, gentle rubs. She could feel his stomach growling under her hand, starved rumbles making his way through his abdomen even though not all of them were audible. He felt just as hungry as he sounded, and her face flushed even harder as she stared at his belly. 

Crosshair himself however stared up at her in confusion, looking from his stomach to her face and back again. It felt… good, to have her rub his belly. He hated it, in a way, his stomach growling was just so embarrassing, but her rubbing his abdomen… that might not be so bad. It certainly helped with the feeling of hunger at least. It didn’t exactly ease his hunger, but the pressure felt rather nice. 

At least, until it caused a deep, starved growl to erupt from his stomach, so loud that she could surely feel it in her fingers, and he could feel it reverberate in his ribcage. He pressed his hand over hers, pushing her hand deeper into his stomach as he gave a small groan alongside his stomach. Hunter was right, there wasn’t much use in denying it anymore. She could feel it just as much as he could. 

“I’m starving,” Crosshair mumbled. 

Lily herself felt like she could barely conceal her excitement. The feeling of Crosshair’s stomach against her hand–was she gonna pass out? Fainting from hunger that’s not even her own, how silly that would be! How red was her face? It felt like it was on fire. She was going to combust, right here on the couch. Maybe the smell of the smoke would make their bellies growl louder…

Lily shook herself and snapped back to reality, looking down at Crosshair’s belly rumbling against her hand. 

“Y-You poor things!” Lily exclaimed, putting a hand to her cheek in an attempt to get it to cool down. “I should make you something to eat! Y-You both must be too tired to make anything–I-I can make whatever you want!”

“Joppa stew,” Hunter said immediately. Crosshair and Lily looked back up at him in time to see him clutch his belly as it growled at the mention of the food. He kept his eyes on Lily though, an analytical look in them. 

“J-Joppa stew?” she asked. 

“Doesn’t that take an hour or two to make?” Crosshair spoke up. “Couldn’t we–”

“No, no I think what we really need is some Joppa stew,” Hunter said, giving Crosshair a look. Crosshair frowned at him, but nodded. 

“Yeah, uh, actually that does sound pretty good right about now Lily,” he says. His stomach rumbles again, clearly disagreeing and definitely wanting something at more of the NOW time, but Lily jumped up anyways. 

“I-I’ll go get started!” she said, and she scurried into the kitchen area. Crosshair swung his legs off the armrest and sat up, glaring at Hunter. 

“What the hell? I’m damn near starving over here and you go and tell her to make something that will take until midnight to get done?” he says. His middle gives another growl and he gives it another punch, snapping at it under his breath as his face turns a brighter red. 

“She told ya not to do that,” Hunter said, gesturing at the fist in Crosshair’s stomach. “And if you hadn’t noticed,” he said, leaning down to speak in a lower tone to him, “our Lily seems to be enjoying this.”

Crosshair frowns and looks up at him. 

“Enjoying what?”

“This,” Hunter says, pressing a couple fingers into his stomach and causing it to growl deeply. Crosshair’s eyes widened, but he looked at Hunter like he was crazy. 

“I–What? No, she’s not–” he looked in the direction that Lily left, then back at Hunter. “Is… is that why she put her hand…?” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that too,” Hunter said with a laugh. “I saw your face. You liked that just as much as she did.” He gave Crosshair’s belly a poke, earning a distressed gurgle in return. “Who knew the tough guy here liked belly rubs?”

“Shut–I do not!” Crosshair snapped, but his face turned a brighter red than it had all day. Another growl erupted from his abdomen at that moment, and he quickly clutched his middle and stood up. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

Hunter laughed and followed him in. 

The kitchen corner of the base was a modest but functional setup, tucked away in an alcove near the common area. It had clearly been pieced together from salvaged parts and repurposed equipment. The centerpiece was a battered but sturdy cooking unit, its surface blackened from years of use. The controls were a mix of original knobs and makeshift replacements—some patched with tape, others replaced with scavenged components from droid panels.

A few shelves lined the walls. They were stocked with an eclectic mix of supplies: ration packs, jars of pickled alien fruits, vacuum-sealed grains, and an assortment of spices in mismatched containers. Hanging from hooks along the wall were an array of cooking utensils, from long-handled ladles to a thin knife for precision cutting.

A small, round dining table sat nearby, its surface scratched but clean, surrounded by mismatched chairs scavenged from across the galaxy. The air carried a permanent medley of scents—burnt spices, roasted meat, and old ration packs.

Just the faint smell of food was enough to make Hunter and Crosshair’s stomachs growl loudly, reverberating around the kitchen. Both raised a hand to rub at their bellies, not that it helped much. Hunter actually knew for a fact that it only made a person hungrier, rubbing their stomach. He’d spent plenty of time nursing a starved middle when he wasn’t given enough rations for a mission, like on this one. 

Lily looked up from her spot at the counter at the sound of their hunger, and she grinned widely. “I’m almost done cutting up the vegetables for the stew! And I’ll get to work on cooking the meat soon–You guys are going to love it, it’ll taste so much better than those dry ration packs. No ‘nutritional cubes’ in this, this is real food!”

Hunter’s stomach moaned desperately at this, and by this point he’d learned not to take his hand away from his middle. Not only did it help just for rubbing it, but Lily seemed to be particularly entranced when he did so. He pressed his fingers into his belly, causing the growl to be drawn out for longer, crying out so desperately for food. 

“Damn, you really are hungry, huh Hunter?” Crosshair teased. He was sitting at a stool by the counter, directly across from where Lily was cutting up the food. Hunter sighed and sat next to him. 

“Starved,” he said, unwilling to deny or avoid it any longer. “My stomach’s been growling non-stop all day. Even last night, when I was trying to sleep. I’m surprised it didn’t wake up Crosshair in the middle of the night with how loud it was.”

“It was loud?” Lily asked, dumping the vegetables in a pot of water. Hunter smiled. 

“Not as loud as it is now, but it was rumbling so much it felt like my stomach was shaking,” he said. “I bet if you touched it now, you’d feel it shaking.”

Lily nearly dropped her cutting board trying to set it down, squeaking a little in surprise. 

“I-If I touched it!?” she squeaked. “O-Oh my–you–I–um–”

“You know I think you’re right, Hunter,” Crosshair said, laughing a little. “I think she does like this! You like this don’t you?”

“Wh–I don’t know what you’re talking about!!” Lily stammered, and she quickly turned back to the pot on the stove and stirred the broth, letting steam fill the air. The smell caused Crosshair’s belly to growl deeply, making him press his fist into it rather hard. He seems to have compromised punching his stomach with simply being rough with it. Still, Lily didn’t seem to think that was enough. 

“I-I told you to stop that!” she said, her voice somehow still nervous but stern at the same time. Crosshair rolled his eyes at her. 

“If you want someone to be gentle with it, you’re gonna have to find a gentle person to do that instead, I’m too hungry to be patient with it right now!” he snapped. Hunter raised an eyebrow. 

“Crosshair, you can just tell her what you want, you know,” Hunter said. “She clearly likes rubbing your stomach already, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

Both Crosshair and Lily went so red in their faces Hunter was sure they’d both combust into fire right in the kitchen. 

“WHAT–No, no I do not need any more–I’m perfectly fine!” Crosshair stammered quickly, but his stomach gave another desperate growl at that moment, so loud that it echoed around the room. In that moment Crosshair sighed and rubbed his brow, still red in the face but also still unwilling to admit what he wanted. Hunter laughed and addressed Lily. 

“He did like what you did back there. He won’t admit it, but if you rubbed his belly after you were done with the food, I’m sure he’d be happier than ever. Or, as happy as Crosshair can get,” Hunter said, nudging his friend in the shoulder. Crosshair looked at Hunter with a glare, as he so often did, but his eyes softened when they fell on Lily. 

He shrugged, as if to say “he’s not wrong.”

And Lily grinned widely, her face still flushed, and started again on their food. They teased each other over how loud their stomachs were beginning to be as the cooking process went on, Crosshair and Hunter both swallowing hard as their mouths watered, desperate growls filling in any space not occupied by words. Just when they thought it couldn’t get worse though, Lily started cooking the meat. 

The sound that their stomachs made was so loud that Hunter was certain he could feel it in the chair he was sitting on, and he was only barely keeping himself from drooling. He was so hungry, all he could think about was how desperately he wanted that food. His stomach whined and pleaded for it, growling like a starved animal in a cave. 

And when the food was finally placed in front of him… you’d think those two hadn’t eaten in days. Especially Crosshair, who’s stomach was now being rubbed by Lily, only coaxing more and more famished growls from his belly. 

“Fuck, I’m so hungry,” Crosshair moaned as he ate his stew quickly. His stomach grumbled heavily under Lily’s fingers, growling loudly even though he was eating, like it was digesting so fast he couldn’t keep up. They had second helpings. Thirds. Fourths. Crosshair himself needed a fifth, with how desperate his stomach had become from Lily’s gentle rubbing. 

By the end their bellies had swelled out so much they stuck out tight against their uniforms, gurgling happily with all the food packed inside. Hunter felt Lily reach out and give his swollen middle a soft rub, and he smiled at the quiet gurgles it emitted. Lily led them back to the couch with a smile, and she had them lay down next to her, rubbing their swollen bellies until they finally got the rest they deserved. 

[blackdungeon357]

bad batch X artist Reader

Authors note: this is just for fun I randomly thought of this I tried I hope you like it

You have been with the bad batch for a while. You usually just draw when the boys are on missions or when things are calm in hyperspace although it is usual for you to draw you never really show them to the boys or Omega and most of the time they never question it. Until one day you were out at the store and left your sketchbook open on accident Omega found it on your bed and it was open to a page you have drawn of your little family. Omega grabbed it to show to the others at first they were a little weary because your privacy but when they looked at it their face is dropped as they flipped through the pages there were pictures of all of them just doing regular things

Hunter:

As Hunter looked through the sketchbook at all the pictures of his brothers his eyes are gleaming with happiness as this shows how much you see them as a family when he gets to a picture of him it says a few things that you like about him and its nothing but sweet as he looks at the well drawn picture of him holding his knife he is very happy and proud of how it looks as he keeps looking he finds a picture of him and Omega with the words #galaxies best father he smiles he never knew that you would say that about him and it brings joy to his day when you came back he smiles and handed you back your sketchbook "mesh’la you are a beautiful artist keep going I would love to see more" Hunter is extremely supportive of your skills and would love to see more as it helps him calm down seeing the pictures you drew and the time and dedication you made for each of them he also loves the notes you write in them.

Wrecker:

This big boy absolutely love your art especially the ones about him he finds this as a way you show you love and care for him and that makes him so happy he especially lost a little notes that you wrote about him he can't help but feel joyful inside. wrecker makes it known that he saw it he walks up to you and embraces you in a bear hug like Hunter he is very appreciative of the time you spent to draw each picture of him he especially puts the picture of him holding his stuffed animal. "Y/N you are amazing at drawing! We should totally draw together one day" Wrecker is definitely the type to do art as well and he happily gives advice to you as you give advice to him Wrecker does love you to death and would do anything to see your art.

Echo:

This precious baby actually feels more secure about himself as he looks at the pictures you've drawn of him and everything you wrote that you like about him it makes me feel jittery inside he also blushes a bit overall he's very happy that you see him in a good way as he is very insecure about how he looks but his favorite is the old picture you drew of him and Fives. It reminds him of the good times before everything happened it gives him a sense of nostalgic and he loves it Echo is very thrilled that you took the time to draw him and he loves the details of the pictures. When you get back Echo looks at you with a very happy smile and a better feeling about himself because your opinion is the only thing that matters to him now "ca’tra you are so talented when I saw how you drew me and the sweet notes about me it made me feel so good about myself you are truly amazing" Echo now sees himself in a better light and its all thanks to you.

Tech:

Tech was quite busy looking at his data pad until Omega decided to show him the sketch by shoving it in his face to get attention after his attention was grabbed he takes a look at it and at first he doesn't really care until he realize it's yours he's impressed by your proportions and ability to capture their figures very well he decides to look through it he finds many pictures of crosshair, wrecker ,Hunter, and Echo then he comes across one of him looking at his dad in the middle of the night and he loves how it looks the shading is spot on the proportion is correct he is very impressed we all know Tech is very intelligent and probably good at human anatomy and like things to be perfect when you come home he hands you back the sketchbook "you're proportions are pretty good you know a lot about human anatomy I'm impressed" he is very happy and may start to questions about if you know of each piece of the body and will correct you if you get it wrong.

Crosshair:

He doesn't understand art at all like he's impressed that you can draw that well but he doesn't ever draw so he doesn't understand but he smirks at the notes about him he notes to tease you about it when you get back but other than that crosshair is ok with your drawings PS: he loves the drawings of him the most. Honestly Crosshair is very prideful what did you expect? So when you return home he is quick to tease you "so I'm charming eh?" He says this with a smirk on his face as he looks at you with that smirk and as you try to grab your sketchbook he keeps it out of your reach and laughs at you attempts to grab it Hunter has to tell hem to return the sketchbook but for the next week hes teasing you about it always steeling your sketchbook just to see the new things you wrote about him and more badass pictures of himself it annoys you but you can't do much but you will play his little game and it will continue until you can hide your sketchbook.

[fanfoolishness]

Stargazing

Crosshair and his brothers sneak out to stargaze. For @summer-of-bad-batch prompts "stargazing" and "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen." 2500 words with closer detail on the art at the end <3

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Crosshair slipped his boots on silently, taking care to avoid making even the slightest noise. Here in the near-total darkness of lights out, he should be safe from his brothers’ prying eyes. While he didn’t have the flawless night vision of some species, the Kaminoans had assured him his vision was far superior to any human’s -- including his fellow defective clones.

He kept a close watch on his brothers’ sleeping forms as he slowly got to his feet. Hunter was the most likely to realize what he was up to, but he seemed fast asleep, lying perfectly still with his face turned to the wall. Crosshair turned around to hide his pillow under his blanket as a decoy, but he hadn’t kept his eyes off the others for more than ten seconds before there was a soft, slightly annoyed voice in his ear.

“You really think you’re going without me?” Hunter whispered. “Not going to happen.”

Crosshair’s hand closed into a fist at his side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hissed. “I’m just going to the refresher.” He pointed to the small, closet-sized refresher in their barracks.

Hunter clicked on his glowrod, illuminating Crosshair and his bunk. “With your boots on?” Hunter leaned around him, poking the pillow under the covers. “And a decoy? Come on.”

Crosshair sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. He glared at his brother, lowering his gaze slightly. They were all still far shorter than the adult regs, even Wrecker, who was clearly going to be enormous, but Crosshair had recently pulled a few centimeters ahead of Hunter. He used it to his advantage, narrowing his eyes and drawing himself up to his full height. “Fine. I’m going out.”

“You’ll get caught,” said Hunter. “You’re not stealthy enough. Obviously.” He gave Crosshair a gloating grin. “You’ll need me.”

“Oh really,” said Crosshair. “If I’ll get caught on my own, how are the two of us supposed to help that?” 

“Because I can tell you when the patrols are coming,” said Hunter smugly. “I’ll sense them long before you can see them. C’mon.”

“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Crosshair said, though he had to admit Hunter had a point. He’d gotten the jump on him just now, and he did always seem to know when someone was just around the corner. Tech would say it was something to do with vibrations and electromagnetism, but Hunter would just shrug and say it was his gut.

“Yes we do,” said Tech from across the room, and Crosshair groaned. 

“We do?” Hunter asked.

“You’re up, too?” Crosshair sighed.

“Well, the glowrod and your voices were getting hard to ignore,” Tech said, sitting up in his bunk and leaning down to reach for his boots. “The weather forecast was for a clear night tonight, the first one in months. You’re going stargazing.”

Crosshair chewed at his fingernail, embarrassed. “How’d you know?”

“I remembered how your curiosity was piqued during one of our astronomy lessons,” Tech said, pulling his boots on and adjusting his goggles. The little red recording light at the edge of his goggles clicked on. “You asked how much you would be able to see compared to a reg, and our instructor didn’t know how to account for your enhanced vision. You wanted to look for yourself, but with Kamino’s typical cloud cover, you’ve never had an opportunity until now.”

Crosshair had been curious. He’d tried peering out the hall windows several times during regular training hours, but the fluorescent lights of the hallways drowned out much of the night skies, which were always cloudy. He’d long decided he would have to sneak out to a platform on a clear night if he ever wanted to know. 

Leave it to Tech to have him figured out, as usual.

“We’re goin’ stargazing?” Wrecker asked with a yawn. “Let’s do it! Sneaking out’ll be fun!” He held up Lula. “As long as Lula can come with.”

Crosshair pulled at his fingernail so hard he tasted blood. He held his finger in his mouth for a moment before he buried his face in his hands. “It’s stupid. We should just stay here. It’s not worth the extra cleaning duty.”

“There won’t be extra cleaning duty if we don’t get caught,” Hunter said patiently. “I know a way to the accessory landing pad. Come on, lads. Move out.” He turned off his glowrod and pocketed it.

Wrecker finished getting his boots on and leapt to his feet, Lula in his arms. “Yes sir!” he laughed.

“Keep it down, Wrecker!” Tech said. They fell in line behind Hunter, who paused for a moment at the door, listening hard with his hand on the wall. 

“All right, move out,” he whispered. “Hand signals from here on in.”

Crosshair and the others nodded. Wrecker muttered something under his breath. He hated hand signals.

The door slid open and they slipped out into the hall, dimly lit with running lights along the floor and ceiling for nighttime. All was strange and silent, a far cry from the normal hubbub during the day. There were no lanky, wispy Kaminoans ambling through the halls, no older cadets marching in line and coldly ignoring them, no younger cadets making faces at them when their handlers weren’t looking. It was a different world, still and empty, and Crosshair shivered. He didn’t like it.

They followed Hunter carefully. At one point he gestured to hold back as a night patrol made their rounds; they pressed themselves against an alcove opening into a medical ward, holding their breath until the patrol passed. Hunter gestured again with the all-clear after a moment, and they slipped back into the hallway single file, their footsteps as soft as they could make them.

Crosshair was surprised when Hunter led them down a different path than he had anticipated. He had been thinking of going out through one of the main hangars, suspecting no one would notice a single cadet the size of a natborn ten-year-old among all the ships and cargo. But Hunter had a different idea. His hand signals flashed, explaining the hangar was too conspicuous. He led them down a maintenance hall instead, then gestured for Wrecker to join him at the front of the line while Tech and Crosshair kept watch.

Hunter had them stop in front of a barred vent, and Crosshair understood. Wrecker grinned, shoved Lula into Crosshair’s arms, and then shook out his hands. 

Wrecker crouched down in front of the vent cover, prised his fingers into its edges, and pulled. For a moment his brow furrowed with concentration and effort, but the cover squeaked, bent, and then lifted up. Wrecker gave one more wrenching pull and nearly lost his balance, but Hunter caught him before he hit the ground. 

Crosshair allowed himself a surprised smile. This just might work. He gave Lula a squeeze absently, watching Hunter and Wrecker. Wrecker leaned the vent cover against the wall, then frowned at Hunter as if to say, You want me to fit in there?

Hunter nodded, his hands flashing. You can do it.

Wrecker hung his head, then reached out and took Lula back from Crosshair. Hunter crept into the vent first, easily fitting as the smallest. For Wrecker, it was a tight squeeze, but not impossible. Tech followed next, and Crosshair brought up the rear, pulling the vent cover back into place behind him. It was cramped, but it was workable.

They crawled through the vent for what seemed like ages until they reached another cover. This one was easy for Hunter to kick out on his own, and he led them through the opening one by one until they stood up in a small dim hall ending in a single closed door. 

Crosshair pulled at his tunic, which had gotten all dusty and bunched up. He had to wear a tunic far wider than he needed to account for his recent vertical growth spurt, and it hung awkwardly on his thin frame. He stretched it back across his shoulders. There. Better.

This was the farthest away they’d ever been from the main halls and training areas. Crosshair had a funny feeling, like they were doing something much more transgressive than just sneaking out for a few hours. It made the back of his neck prickle. He turned around, looking cautiously, but there was nobody there except his brothers.

Hunter peered at the door, which didn’t seem to want to open. Tech stepped forward and nudged him out of the way, pulling up his datapad. He hunched over it for a few minutes, then inputted a code into the door, which slid open. A breath of cool air and the sound of waves greeted them. “Here we are,” Tech said softly. With the waves splashing beyond them and the evening wind to mask their sounds, Crosshair realized they could speak again.  

He and the others followed Tech out onto the platform, and he shivered, realizing it was their first step into a wider world.

For a moment they walked in silence, beneath the lights of the domed cities rising up behind them, above the waves rising and breaking beneath them. They trotted out along the platform to the point where it narrowed to a bridge that could be easily defended in the event of an attack, and they kept going until they reached the point where the bridge opened up again into a very small platform, sized for a single fighter.

Out here the breeze buffeted them, though it was Kamino’s summer and the air was cool instead of cold. Crosshair licked his lips and tasted salt spray. He sank down to a sitting position and leaned forward, blinking rapidly, trying to let his eyes adjust from the indoor lighting of the hall to the darkness of open space. 

The others sat down beside him. Tech sat cross-legged, with his datapad in his lap, reviewing Kaminoan constellations with his datapad set on the lowest brightness. Hunter lay down and crossed his arms beneath his head, while Wrecker flopped onto his back beside him with Lula resting on his chest.

Wrecker whistled. Tech let out a curious little hmmmm. Hunter was quiet, deep in thought.

Crosshair hadn’t looked at the sky yet. He stared into the water, waiting for his eyes to fully adjust, knowing there was more that he could see. He waited until he could start to see the patterns of the waves crossing each other in ephemeral diamonds of water, until he could see fish swimming five, ten, twenty meters down, until he could see the vast deep shadows of the platform above curving over the bulk of creatures far, far below. Then he took a deep breath, leaning back, and gazed up at the stars.

He saw everything.

The stars themselves were stunning. White glittery pinpoints twinkled far above them, mixed with golden stellate shimmers, tiny sparks of reddish or bluish lights from far distant worlds. But the stars weren’t the only thing to see, to his surprise. Clouds of rich blue-purple violets, shimmering at the edges with a faint color that forced him to squint and made his head hurt slightly, roiled and flowed in the skies behind the bright points of the stars. Delicate filaments of hazy bluish fog swirled and spiraled amid the deepest black. His mouth fell open.

“Well, Cross?” Wrecker asked.

“What do you think?” said Hunter.

“Is it what you anticipated?”

Crosshair shook his head. “It’s… it’s… wizard.”

Wrecker laughed. “Never heard you say that before! What all do you see?” he asked curiously. 

Crosshair glanced back at his brother, confused for a moment. “You see the nebula up there, right? And all the… twirly parts? It’s… fascinating.”

Wrecker shrugged. “It’s nice -- there sure are a lot of stars, way more than I thought! But I dunno about any nebula. What’s it look like?”

Crosshair frowned. He knew he’d see more than they would, but this much more? He nibbled at his thumbnail, tearing one edge into little shreds. “I don’t know, it’s -- like smoke, but in the stars?”

“Tech?” said Hunter.

“A nebula is a giant cloud of dust and gas in space, and it may comprise many colors. There is a large nebula adjacent to the Rishi Maze galaxy that abuts Kamino, but it is not usually detectable to the naked eye,” Tech said, checking his datapad. “I believe only you can see it, Crosshair.”

“Oh,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment. He’d let them all come out here for nothing? He stared up at the sky, the brilliant stars blurring as he blinked back sudden tears. “Sorry,” he said haltingly. “It’s… it’s special.”

“We believe you. It is still a beautiful night, even if we cannot see all of it ourselves,” said Tech. “I for one have enjoyed exploring new parts of the city with you. It’s useful to know there’s an escape route here.”

“Yeah, sneakin’ out’s always fun. And the fresh air’s way better than that smell in the barracks.”

“Just because we can’t see exactly what you see doesn’t mean we didn’t want to come,” Hunter said. “I like this a lot more than just staying in our bunks all night. Besides -- what’s that?”

A blazing blue-white star streaked across the sky, weaving a long tail of light across the starry landscape. It danced along at incredible speed, growing brighter and brighter.

“Look at it go!” whooped Wrecker.

“It’s a shooting star,” said Tech. “A small meteor falling into Kamino’s atmosphere and burning up. Some sentients believe they are lucky, and wish upon them. I don’t really understand why.”

“Make a wish, Cross!”

Crosshair stared up as the shooting star began to fade, its streaking path glimmering in and out of the dark. He swallowed. A wish?

A dozen wishes flashed through his mind. To be the best soldier in the Grand Army of the Republic. To be the commander of his own squad someday. To win the war, and protect the galaxy. For none of his brothers to ever get hurt.

He closed his eyes.

I wish they could see what I see.

He opened his eyes, and the shooting star was gone. He let out a sigh.

“What’d you wish?”

“He is not supposed to tell, according to the lore,” said Tech. “Otherwise that invalidates the wish.”

“That’s a silly rule.”

“I didn’t make it.”

“But that shouldn’t matter!”

”Again, I did not write the lore —”

“Oh quit arguing, you two,” said Hunter. “Let’s just enjoy it. It’s a nice night out here. Right, Crosshair?”

Crosshair gazed up at the wheeling stars, slowly exhaling as the night sky glittered and shone and radiated far above him. His brothers looked up at the stars with him, and even if they didn’t see things exactly the same… they were here, and he wouldn’t have made it through the halls without them.

Crosshair smiled. His wish probably wasn’t going to come true, but somehow, he didn’t mind.

“Yeah, it’s all right.”

[kybercrystals94]

I can’t believe February is already over! I had so much fun with this prompt challenge, and I am thrilled to be a completionist!

Congrats to my writing buddy @just-here-with-my-thoughts for also completing all 29 prompts this month! And many thank yous for proofreading some of my fics all the way back in January!

And special thanks to @the-little-moment for your notes of encouragement and check ins! THANK YOU!!

But really, this entire fandom’s community is amazing, both here on Tumblr and over on Ao3! I’ve written for many fandoms over the years, but this is by far the most supportive community I’ve had the privilege of being a part of!

Thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, kudos, and bookmarks! Y’all, my little writer’s heart runneth over!

🥹❤️❣️💕

Febuwhump Master List

Ao3 Febuwhump Master List

Day 1 | Prompt 1: Helpless

But She Still Cries

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 350

Excerpt: “My heart hurts,” Omega whispers, voice shaky. Crosshair recognizes the affliction with excruciating clarity, the tight fist of loss and regret.

[Character Focus: Omega, Crosshair]

[Tags: hurt no comfort]

Day 2 | Prompt 2: Solitary Confinement

Roaring Silence

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 180

Excerpt: “I don’t like this test,” Omega says quietly, stopping short of the door, resisting the hand that presses against her back between her shoulder blades.

[Character Focus: Omega]

[Tags: human experimentation, childhood trauma]

Day 3 | Prompt 3: “Bite down on this.” & Day 12 | Prompt 12: Semi-Conscious

Grounded

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr: Part 1 - Part 2)

Rated: T | Words: 1736

Excerpt: Blinding pain greets Crosshair’s return to consciousness, and a sharp gasp ejects from his lungs. A hand clasps hard over his mouth…

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter]

[Tags: broken limb, injury]

Day 4 | Prompt 4: Obedience

Up to Something

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1069

Excerpt: “Hunter always sides with you,” Wrecker grumbles. / Tech rolls his eyes, but plays into the argument. “Not true, but he usually sides with reason, which is more commonly provided by myself.”

[Character Focus: Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Hunter]

[Tags: concussion, slight whump, humor]

Day 5 | Prompt 5: Rope Burns

Absolute Privilege

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1091

Excerpt: Omega leans over the cliff, staring into the dark, gaping mouth of the container yawning up at her. She can do this. She has to do this.

[Character Focus: Omega, Tech]

[Tags: sibling relationships, soft Tech, injury]

Day 6 | Prompt 6: “You lied to me.”

Die for a Corpse

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: T | Words: 960

Excerpt: In his arms, the other clone choked for breath, a blaster hole through his chestplate. He didn’t have long. That much Tech gathered as he approached the pair.

[Character Focus: Tech, OC]

[Tags: descriptions of death, hurt no comfort]

Day 7 | Prompt 7: Suffering in Silence

Poisoned

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 328

Excerpt: When Wrecker was too loud in a small space; when Tech couldn’t seem to run out of words to say about an impossibly dull topic; when Hunter lectured them about picking fights with the regs. Crosshair longed for silence in those moments.

[Character Focus: Crosshair]

[Tags: emotional whump, regrets]

Day 8 | Prompt 8: “Why won’t it stop?”

They All Fall Down

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1572

Excerpt: “Hunter,” Wrecker whines, drawing out the last syllable of Hunter’s name to a ridiculous length. “Crosshair won’t stop staring at me.”

[Character Focus: Cadet Batch]

[Tags: humor, sibling relationships, a dash of whump]

Day 9 | Prompt 9: Bees

Hide and Seek and Training

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: T | Words: 2496

Excerpt: Slowly, Omega looks back at where the branch she sits on meets the tree. Tucked into the crook, a muddy looking structure is swarming with the colorful insects. Bees, Omega’s memory supplies frantically.

[Character Focus: Omega, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo]

[Tags: bee stings, slight injuries, sibling relationships, whump and fluff, humor]

Day 10 | Prompt 10: Killing in Self Defense

Flame Snuffed Out

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: T | Words: 457

Excerpt: Wrecker had to grab Tech’s shoulder, give him a shove to get him moving again. Wrecker must’ve told Hunter that. He shouldn’t have hesitated…Death should not influence him. Not him.

[Character Focus: Tech, Hunter]

[Tags: descriptions of death, trauma]

Day 11 | Alternate Prompt 4: Human Weapon

Costly Mistakes

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 542

Excerpt: “How’d you get out here without the others following you?” Hunter asks. / “I didn’t,” Crosshair responds. “But I told them if they didn’t go back to the barracks, I’d make their lives a living hell.” / “And they believed you?” / “Wrecker did. Tech took a hint.”

[Character Focus: Hunter, Crosshair]

[Tags: Cadet Batch, sibling relationships]

Day 12 | Prompt 12: Semi-Conscious

*See Day 3*

Day 13 | Prompt 13: “You weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

Exploration

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1781

Summary: An afternoon of exploring takes a slight turn.

[Character Focus: Hunter, Omega, Tech, Wrecker, Echo]

[Tags: minor injury, a touch of whump, fluff, humor]

Day 14 | Prompt 14: “I love you.”

I Love You

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 781

Excerpt: She replayed the words over and over again in her mind, rolling the syllables silently over her tongue. Of course, she knew her brothers loved her, and she loved them. They just never said it. In fact, Omega didn’t think she had ever heard that combination of words in that order out loud in her entire life.

[Character Focus: Omega, Hunter]

[Tags: fluff and emotional whump, sibling relationships]

Day 15 | Prompt 15: “Who did this to you?”

Left Handed

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Word Count: 574

Excerpt: Omega drapes herself further over the back of the seat, arms dangling. “What happened? Were you in a fight?” / “Something like that,” Echo grumbles, avoiding eye contact.

[Character Focus: Echo, Omega, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker]

[Tags: humor, whump, sibling relationships]

Day 16 | Prompt 16: Came Back Wrong

Stay

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 741

Excerpt: Crosshair watches from his perch on a wall as the sun sinks into the sea, dissolving into swatches of reds, yellows, and oranges. Discolored by twilight, sky bleeds through with deep blues and purples. It is beautiful here. Peaceful. Quiet. Safe. He does not belong here.

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter]

[Tags: emotional whump]

Day 17 | Prompt 17: Hostage Situation

The Hostage

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr - Part 1)

Rated: T | Words: —

Summary: Omega is taken hostage.

[Character Focus: Omega, Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker]

[Tags: action, kidnapping]

Day 18 | Alternate Prompt 1: Human Shield

Shields

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 730

Excerpt: “Why can’t you keep your mouth shut once in a while?” Crosshair asked, shoving roughly into Tech as they went into their barracks.

[Character: Cadet Batch]

[Tags: sibling relationships, bullies]

Day 19 | Prompt 19: “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t.”

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 497

Excerpt: Crosshair has experienced headaches. More than his fair share with his optical enhancement. While they were never near as severe as Hunter’s over the years, he’d learned to take them in stride, work through the pain. But this time is different. It is insistent. A sharp, isolated pain that feels as though a blade is being driven through his skull. It’s putting him on edge. Well, this and Hunter.

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Omega]

[Tags: chip activation, Order 66]

Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

Embroidered Skulls

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1092

Summary: Exposure to truth serum uncovers some secrets.

[Characters: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]

[Tags: humor, barely whump]

Day 21 | Prompt 21: Unresponsive

The Fact Remains

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 641

Summary: After Wrecker is injured on a mission, the brothers wait for him to wake up.

[Character Focus: Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker]

[Tags: guilt, sibling relationships]

Day 22 | Prompt 22: “You weren’t meant to be there.”

Impeccable Timing

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: T | Words: 563

Excerpt: The target in his sights moved the moment he pulled the trigger. Gone was the neck shot that would decapitate the battle droid and in its place was the familiar pale gray armor of his brother. There was nothing he could do but watch in horror as the bolt made contact.

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Tech]

[Tags: friendly fire, injury]

Day 23 | Alternate Prompt 6: Immortality

Merriest Days Ahead

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr - Part 1)

Rated: G | Words: —

Summary: A month long holiday on Pabu prompts the Batch to wonder about the legacy they will leave behind.

[Character Focus: Omega, Tech, Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker]

[Tags: sibling relationships, fluff, emotional whump]

Day 24 | Prompt 24: “I’m doing this because I care about you.”

Belong

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

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Rated: G | Words: 351

Excerpt: However, she can’t hate her brother no matter how hard she tries to let the words barb the broken flesh of her heart. The words just make her sad, a sullen and persistent ache that makes her cry when she thinks no one will hear her.

[Character Focus: Omega, Hunter]

[Tags: what-if, alternate ending, emotional whump]

Day 25 | Alternate Prompt 7: Last Words

Last Words

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: T | Words: 392

Excerpt: Famous last words they say, because, in reality, most last words are not spectacular or special. They aren’t deep or poetic, they don’t inspire greatness or alter the course of history. Often, they are pathetic and small, underrated and thoughtless. Because, often, you didn’t know they would be the last words you ever would speak. Even as you lay dying, you cling to that threadbare hope that you might have a moment longer. But you don’t. You die. The words you said are the last, whether you meant them or not.

[Character Focus: Kix]

[Tags: what-if, alternate ending, descriptions of dying moments]

Day 26 | Prompt 26: “Help them.”

Brave

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 428

Excerpt: She tries. She tries so hard to keep the tears from falling, to keep her breath even. But another hiccuping sob makes her guardian cast her a disapproving glance.

[Character Focus: Omega]

[Tags: big sister, baby Batch, emotional whump]

Day 27 | Prompt 27: Left for Dead

Stories

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1624

Excerpt: “Crosshair! We’ve been looking for you,” Omega announces, unabashedly intruding on Crosshair’s peace and quiet. / Crosshair cracks open one eye to glare at his sister looming over him. He had found a lush patch of grass under a tree about a five minute walk from their Pabu abode, hidden from the prying eyes of curious neighbors and meddling siblings. Well, evidently not hidden enough.

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Omega, Tech]

[Tags: sibling relationships, emotional whump/angst]

Day 28 | Prompt 28: No…Not like this.

Coded

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 289

Summary: Missing scene from Season 3 Episode 4

[Character Focus: Hunter, Wrecker]

[Tags: emotional whump]

Day 29 | Prompt 29: Not Allowed to Die

Sick Day

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 516

Summary: Echo is sick with a fever.

[Character Focus: Echo]

[Tags: sick fic, hallucination, hurt no comfort]

[the-oc-lass]

Where's Gregor been? I miss Gregor.

TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE SUCH A SHORT LITTLE THING, BUT OH WELL.

Gregor is a fine piece of man and I miss him, so he gets baby time too. Gregor and a Baby is up on Ao3 (yes, I'm going to name them all "[Clone's Name] and a Baby"). It involves some of Gregor's cooking skills, some of the others are also there, and we have lots of fun.

This is a little fun series, so, in case you missed them:

Crosshair and a Baby

Wrecker and a Baby

More to come soon!

By the way, someone please tell me if it's obvious who Ec's dad is, because I got a comment telling me that the tags gave it away and I have, like no idea what they're talking about?

Anyway, in case you don't want to go to Ao3, the full fic is below the cut. Enjoy!

Gregor is the second best cook in their entire base of operations. He’s only second behind pseudo-General Rayona Yothia, and that makes a lot of sense considering that she was raised on actual food and learned to cook much earlier in her life than Gregor. That being said, Gregor is still a pretty damn good cook, and Rayona herself has said as much. The only one who doesn’t seem to agree with the sentiment is one Ec Yothia, who is just beginning his transition from his mom’s milk to solid foods. He’s apparently inherited both of his parents’ particular palates and that makes him very picky. The only thing he seems to like is fruit, specifically moja. The problem is, fruit is a hard thing to come by these days. Gregor will fight tooth and nail to get some fruit for the kid, but there’s only so much he can do. At the moment, he’s got a bowl of mashed tubbers in front of Ec and a spoonful of it in his hand. He holds it toward the baby, cooing at him to try and coax him into trying it. Ec whines and flails his arms around, pulling a face when Gregor holds the tubbers closer. It makes Gregor sigh, and he lowers the spoon back into the bowl. It’s not like the food goes to waste, at least. It’s pretty plain since he made it for Ec, but it’s still light years better than what they ate during the war and on Kamino. Troopers will fight over Ec’s uneaten meals if Gregor lets them. He sighs, looking away from Ec in defeat. Back to the drawing board. Nearby, Rayona and Hunter are both looking over at him and Ec, clearly abandoning whatever conversation they were having before. They glance at each other and Rayona sighs. 

“I’ll be back,” she says. Hunter nods and briefly sets a hand on her shoulder, perhaps to squeeze it, then Gregor watches as Rayona walks over to him. “It was a good try, Gregor. I’ll make sure he’s fed.” Gregor purses his lips and nods, looking back at Ec with a small frown. His spirit is lifted slightly when the General presses a kiss to his temple before picking up her son. She leaves the room to get Ec fed and Gregor sighs and stands up, glancing over at Hunter as he holds up the mashed tubbers. 

“Hungry?” 

After several more failed attempts at finding something Ec likes other than fruit, Gregor is running out of ideas. To his surprise, the solution comes from Wrecker. Gregor has just finished once again trying and failing to get Ec to eat something he made when the larger clone speaks up. 

“Do you remember that paste stuff they used to feed us on Kamino sometimes? It sort of tasted like fruit, I think…I dunno, I just remember Cross and Hunter used to like it. Tasted better than most of the stuff they gave us,” he says. It puzzles Gregor at first. Paste stuff that tastes like fruit? Since Wrecker mentions that Hunter and Crosshair enjoyed…whatever it was, Gregor asks them about it. 

“Jogansauce,” Crosshair drawls. “The Kaminoans would import crates of the stuff because it was cheap.” When Gregor thinks about it, that does sound familiar. 

“I remember that stuff. Tasted better than anything else they gave us on Kamino,” Hunter says, nodding along. He glances back at Gregor. “If you’re looking for something else to try with Ec, that might be a good place to start.” Gregor hums. He could probably make his own jogansauce, but that would probably be more expensive than just feeding Ec the fruit on its own. He nods after a moment. 

“Thanks. I’ll talk to Rex and Rayona,” he says. The two nod and Crosshair mumbles out a “Good luck” as Gregor walks away. 

Rayona hums, a finger curled around her chin. 

“Jogansauce, huh? They used to give that to us as younglings at the temple. Probably pretty cheap,” she says, before glancing at Rex. “Think Riyo could hook us up with some?” Rex sighs. 

“Senator Chuchi is busy, Rayona,” he says. Rayona raises an eyebrow and tilts her head at him. He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I can ask in the next transmission.” Rayona grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you, Rex,” she all but coos. 

Alright. Moment of truth. Thanks to the kindness of Senator Riyo Chuchi, they have some small jars of jogansauce for Ec. Now, Gregor can only pray to whatever higher power there may be (the Force, maybe? That seemed to work for the Jedi) that Ec will actually eat it. The food won’t go to waste if he doesn’t, but he’s hoping it doesn’t come to that. The entire thing has even drawn a small crowd, consisting of Rayona, the Bad Batch, and Rex. Gregor sits before a hungry Ec, a spoonful of jogansauce poised on a small spoon in his hand. He takes a breath, then lifts the spoon toward Ec’s mouth. The child considers it for a moment, then opens his mouth. Gregor holds his breath and slowly feeds the spoonful to Ec. And the child makes a delighted little noise and giggles, slapping his hands against the little table in front of him. 

“Sweet grace of the Force, he likes it,” Rayona says, sounding relieved. Gregor could cry. He may not have made the food, but at least there’s finally something else they can feed Ec. He’s utterly relieved. He scoots a little closer, scooping up another spoonful and offering it to Ec. The baby eagerly devours it, making happy little gurgling noises. Gregor looks over his shoulder at the group. 

“Wrecker, you’re a genius!” he says. Wrecker blinks. 

“I am?” He looks down at Rayona, who nods, and he grins widely and laughs. “Oh yeah, I am! You hear that, Tech?” Wrecker nudges Tech’s arm, jostling the other man slightly. Tech adjusts his goggles, glancing over at Wrecker. 

“Yes, Wrecker, I heard,” he says. Rayona looks toward Gregor and her smile suddenly drops, changing to wide-eyed surprise. 

“Gregor, watch-” She’s barely finished taking a step toward him when he’s hit in the side of the face. He lifts his hand to wipe his cheek, looking back at Ec, who giggles. The child has jogansauce all over his hands and face. And, Gregor realizes, he threw some at Gregor’s face as well. Gregor blinks at the child, who simply laughs at him. Somewhere behind Gregor, someone snorts in an attempt to hide their laugh. Ec swings his hand at Gregor and a little more jogansauce hits him in the face. Rayona carefully creeps into his peripheral vision, her hands hiding her mouth, and he looks up at her. That’s all it takes for her to start giggling. “Oh, stars, I need a holo of this. Tech!” While Rayona continues to giggle, Gregor looks back at Ec. When the child smiles at him, Gregor can’t help but chuckle and smile back. 

“Little rascal,” he says, poking Ec’s cheek. Ec giggles and Gregor hears the sound of a holo being taken, but his attention is purely on the baby. It may have gotten a bit messy, but at least Ec is happy.

P.S. jogansauce is just space applesauce.

[wreywrites]

Four-Count

Summer of Bad Batch Week 3

Prompts: "It's just a scratch" & "Forget I asked"

A/N: Both prompts this week gave very angsty vibes, so I wrote this fluff ridiculousness. Warnings: None AO3

Omega’s eyes and her presence in the Force were bright, overflowing with joy even as the song ended.

Zara bowed to her with a flourish and a grin and Omega did a sort of half-curtsy back.

“See, not that hard once you practice,” Zara panted, thankful that the band had switched to something slower—something that made Tech pull Phee a little closer as they swayed back and forth.

Omega nodded. “Thanks for teaching me! How do you dance to this? I don’t think it’s bantha shuffle music either.”

“No,” she chuckled, “you want some heavy electro for that. This is…” She paused, tapping a toe, gaze sliding out of focus over the other dancers’ heads as she measured out gliding beats. “Could fasine, probably. Or just slow dance.” Zara tipped her head toward Phee and Tech, both of them smiling and lost in each other’s eyes. “Or practice oshk footwork. It’s the same count, just way slower.”

“Oshk is one-two-turn-one-two-back, right?”

Zara nodded. “Start on the…?”

“My left, his right.”

“I’ll make a dancer out of you yet.”

“Yeah,” Omega grinned. “Now I just need to get someone other than you to dance with me.”

“Ask Hunter—just because he’s said no to the rest of Pabu doesn’t mean he’ll be able to turn you down.”

With another grin, Omega turned and hurried back to the table on the far side of the square where Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Echo were eating and drinking various items from the food stalls set up along the outsides of the square.

Zara smiled to herself and shook her head as Hunter tried in vain to resist Omega’s puppy-eyed pleas.

“Care to dance?” said a voice next to her.

She turned back toward the three-quarters of the square dedicated to dancers and the band to see one of the middle-aged fishermen—Carrick, she thought his name was.

“Sure.”

He was a surprisingly good dancer. His fasine was a little different than the way she had learned it, but it was a big galaxy, and his way made as much sense as hers, so she followed along, and when the song ended, they parted with a firm handshake and a positive answer to her query as to whether rock crabs would be in stock soon.

Zara was on her way back to the table when the low strings janked in her favorite way. She spun around, looking for Omega to square skip again, when a hand brushed her waist.

“I’m curious if I remember how to do this,” Echo grinned as she turned to face him.

“Bet you do,” she grinned back. “Fives picked it up in ten minutes—while hammered—though he may have only been so attentive to impress me.”

“He was.” Echo twirled her around until they faced each other.

Zara shook her head, still smiling. “Oh well. It was fun either way. One, t—go!” She locked her elbows and pushed him back, nearly missing the first step but hurrying them back onto the beat. Too late she remembered his prosthetic legs, but despite the years and the wear and tear, Echo was still an ARC trooper. He recovered marvelously, and he remembered most of the steps, and as the tempo of the music increased so did the speed of their passes and spins until Zara was drawing on the Force to keep her bearings and finally their feet tangled together on a pass and they crashed to the ground, laughing before they were even all the way down and drawing concerned looks and more laughter from the pairs of dancers around them.

Nursing what would no doubt be a bruised elbow but still laughing, Zara followed Echo back to the table.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, sounding wildly insincere, but she knew what he meant and how he felt.

“All good. You’re a solid square skipper, even after all these years.”

“Tell you a secret?”

“Please do.”

Echo wrapped a conspiratorial arm around her shoulders and leaned close. “Fives and Jesse and Kix and I used to practice during those long hyperspace flights—a lot—both because we were bored and because we thought knowing how to do it well would be a great way to pick up girls.”

Zara wheezed. “Which one of you was the man?”

His ears were turning pinker by the second. “We took turns.”

“Kriff, is there security footage of this?”

“That’s the only reason I’m glad about the fall of the Republic. No more incriminating security footage from med bay after hours.”

“You practiced in the med bay?”

“Not when there were people there!”

Flustered, but still grinning a little sheepishly, Echo slapped some credits down at the cantina’s outdoor bar. “Something with some kick, please.”

“Me too.”

Whatever the bartender returned with was violently fuchsia and fizzed and tickled and burned all the way down and made the hair on Zara’s arms stand on end and Echo shudder.

“Not sure if I love that or hate it,” he rasped.

“Yep.”

When they got back to the table, Hunter was still off dancing with Omega—to something much slower now—with a look of utmost concentration, and Tech and Phee were headed back to the dance floor after a quick drink.

Zara dropped into a chair.

Wrecker leaned forward, eyes full of awe. “You’re so good! And you too!” He turned his attention to Echo. “Where did ya learn to dance?”

Echo shifted in his seat. “Actually… Zara taught me. A long time ago.”

Crosshair looked like he very much wanted to say something, but Wrecker was louder as he returned his attention to Zara. “Can ya teach me?”

Slightly embarrassed at how out of breath and hot she still was, Zara pulled in a deep breath and looked a little longingly at a pitcher of water being carried by, then opened her mouth to answer.

Wrecker, though, was suddenly looking at the table. “It’s okay. Forget I asked.”

“Oh, Wrecker, no—That’s not—” Zara took another deep breath. “I wasn’t sighing because of you, just still kind of trying to catch my breath, between dancing and whatever that pink stuff was. Tell you what—go ask if they’ll play some skip, and I’ll teach you. And while you do that, I’m going to find a glass of water.”

His eyes lit up and he hurried off toward the band and the boy next to them taking music requests.

Zara got a glass of water at the ice cream stand, then got a refill. When she had finished the second cup, she returned to the table to see Echo and Crosshair with their heads together, Echo laughing as he talked and Crosshair’s eyes twinkling in the way that, for Zara, always meant trouble and sometimes mortifying embarrassment.

“—So he hops up on the bar with her and they get going, and thank the Force one of her guys was recording a vid of something else for unrelated reasons but there’s a video—”

“How do you have that?”

Echo jumped, nearly falling off his chair, spinning around at Zara’s sudden appearance right behind him.

Crosshair barked out a laugh as Echo’s ears started to turn pink again and he stammered, “I—You know—Everyone—” His voice dropped and he said in a rush, “Skully sent it around the ARC trooper group chat.”

Zara wanted to be angry—at least annoyed—but all she could manage was a snort and an eye roll. “Of course he did. That mudscuffer.”

“Isn’t it rude to speak ill of the dead?” Crosshair asked, with minimal-but-present sarcasm.

“Yes. But Skully’s not dead. Before we got involved, there was someone else running ‘retired’ clones. He’s been on Montella for a couple of years now. And if he was dead and I was speaking ill of him, it’s because sometimes he deserved it, the punk.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

Zara sat down again, nibbling on some leftover fries whose owner she hoped was Omega, since she was the least likely to care.

She had only eaten three when Wrecker returned.

“They said one more slow song, and then they’ll play a skip.”

“Great.” Zara stood and offered a hand to Wrecker. “We’ll practice the footwork during the slow song. Makes it easier.” She led him to an empty patch of dance floor. “Okay, stand like this, facing me, hands out palm-up, and my hands go on top. We start apart like this, then on one, you pull your arms out to the sides like this and step in with your left foot and I go in with my right, so we kind of end up side-by-side. Then on two we step in with the other foot and turn. Then step back and back. Left on one, right on two, then step right and step right.”

It took the whole slow song to get Wrecker through the steps. Zara wouldn’t have turned down another one to get more practice in, but there was nothing to be done.

“We’ll do it half-time,” she said, with an encouraging smile. “It’s a four-count, so I’ll just slow it down.”

Wrecker nodded, looking a little nervous.

“Okay. Ready? One, two, three, four. Left, right-and-turn, back, back. Good. Left, turn, slide, slide, spin—perfect!”

After a few rounds—he was really pretty good, all things considered—Zara grinned. “This time I’ll duck under your arm when we go in on one, and you let go and we’ll each slide one step away from each other and then you catch my other hand and spin me back. Okay, left, turn, back, back, left, turn, slide, slide, spin out, left, under—no no, let go!” She dissolved into laughter as Wrecker tried, too late, to let go and jerked her into the spin early and backwards.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

“No, it’s fine!” Zara untangled them and started again. “We’ll do it slow to start. You’re just overthinking it.”

“I’m tryin’ to do it right.”

“I know, and I appreciate that.”

He brightened a little.

“But dancing isn’t always about trying really really hard to do it right, you have to remember to have fun too.”

“Okay. Have fun. Got it.” Wrecker’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Zara laughed again and walked them through the move three times, picking up speed with each round.

About then, the song was over, but the band launched into another fast four-count jig, so Zara and Wrecker kept going, faster and faster, their turns and slides and spins smoother and smoother.

Zara was still laughing and counting when she could and Wrecker’s grin spread wider with each pass. He was gaining confidence, she could tell. He caught her later on the slide-unders and pulled her back farther, sometimes letting her twirl all the way to his far hand, then twirling her back to the standard hold.

“This is fun!” he laughed after one particularly flamboyant spin.

“Yeah it is!” Zara grinned back, ducking under his arm. He spun her back and across with the most velocity yet, and—

Her shoulder slammed into something and she went down hard.

Wrecker yelped, then picked her up off the ground, revealing Phee and Tech in a pile underneath her.

“Sorry!”

“Kriff, guys, sorry, I didn’t think we were that close to anyone—”

Phee picked herself up and dusted herself off with a laugh. “No worries! We’re all dancing and having fun, and no harm done. Right?” She glanced down at Tech, sitting on the ground wiping his glasses on the hem of his shirt.

He returned the glasses to his face, frowned, and pulled them off, squinting at them.

Wrecker let out a horrified gasp. “Oh no! Tech—’M sorry! Can ya fix ’em?”

Zara felt her stomach drop. No harm done—except for Tech’s glasses.

She crouched in front of him. “Tech, I’m so sorry—”

“No need to apologize.” Tech gave the glasses one last once-over, then glanced between Zara and Wrecker. “It is only a scratch.”

“Honey, how can you tell? You’re blind as a Spintiri glowbat without those.”

Wordlessly, Tech held the glasses out to Phee.

She paused, scrutinized them, then said with an impressed shrug, “Yeah, it’s just a scratch.”

“Of course. I would have no reason to lie about such a thing.” Tech bounced to his feet and extended a hand to Phee. “Perhaps a slower dance now.”

They were off, swaying their way back toward the crowd, before Zara could say anything.

“Huh,” she said.

“Yeah, Tech’s kinda that way.”

“At least we’re all okay.”

Wrecker hung his head. “I still feel bad. He needs those glasses—blind as a glowbat without ’em.”

“They’re fixable. I’m sure he’s got a dozen spare lenses for things like this.”

“Yeah. Well… not specifically for dancin’ accidents, but yeah, he’s got a whole drawer of ’em.”

Zara nodded and they stood watching the dancers for a little while before a teasing voice spoke from her other side.

“Falling down must be a legitimate step in that dance.”

Crosshair was chewing a toothpick, arms folded loose across his chest, all his weight on one hip, not looking at her.

She turned to glare at him and he shot her a side-eye, wicked glint and all.

“You know,” he drawled, “because Echo showed me the old holo of the bar incident. And then you and Echo. And now you and Wrecker…”

Zara smiled her sweetest smile and offered a hand. “I could teach you too.”

“No tha—huhhhh.” He doubled up as her fist sank into his stomach.

She pushed a foot against his shoulder, toppling him easily. “Oh look, now you know my super-secret dance step.”

Wrecker gasped, and she was about to tell him she was joking when he said, “It was a four-count! Just like the music! One: hand out. Two: punch. Three: foot on shoulder. Four: push foot.”

Crosshair groaned and Zara grinned.

“Wrecker, you might just be my new favorite dance partner.”

He beamed. “In that case, wanna go again?”

@summer-of-bad-batch

[sev-on-kamino]

Clones x Reader

Random scenarios that live in my head rent free

First

Reader that sucks with numbers, and literally only knows their names (except Fives of course lol)

“What is CT-1409’s status?”

You give the most confused look “Who?”

“C. T. 1. 4. 0. 9.”

You rolls your eyes “Saying it slower isn’t helping. What does he look like?”

“He’s literally a clone he looks like all of them. What is wrong with you?”

You scoff, “They’re individual people. You can’t tell them apart?” Goes to look through every chart in the Med bay “Oh, sheesh, you meant Echo! He’s great. Cleared him for duty this morning.”

“How are you managing this job???”

Second

Combat medics having to use the same simulator as commandos because they need to be able to do their jobs under fire…literally

Fives having way too much fun drawing their tattoos on the training dummies and referring to them by name during combat sims

“Y/N! Jesse’s bleeding out!”

“That is not funny!” You shout before tending to the training dummy.

Kix notices you take the training more seriously though, and keeps it up

"Fives has a head wound, and Echo needs a trach, who do you help first?"

"STOP NAMING THE DUMMIES!!!"

Third

you’re The Bad Batch’s medic

you’ve never had a scratch on you

Crosshair has never let anything get within 10 ft of you

it’s a point of pride, and he looks down on the regs whose medics get injured

and then it happens to you

he is furious with himself, lowkey hovering while Tech patches you up

starts hitting the range and the combat sims twice as hard because it can NEVER happen again

you think he’s just ultra-focused

Hunter explains that he’s doing it for you because seeing you hurt scared him

you start joining him in the range, and taking the combat sims more seriously, honing your skills, and reassuring him that you love that he’s always watching out for you, but you can hold your own too

[oftincturedwords]

Title: A Precaution Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars : The Bad Batch / Star Wars : The Clone Wars Rating: T+ Chapter Warnings: Mild Descriptions of Medical Equipment , Thoughts on Potential Injuries , Thoughts on Potential Illness , Medical Equipment , Implied Medical Experimentation , etc. Characters: Hunter , Tech , Mentioned Omega , Mentioned Echo , Mentioned Wrecker , & Mentioned Crosshair. Additional Tags: Conversations , Brothers , Shopping , Team as Family , Family , Supply Runs , Heart-to-Hearts , etc. Timeline: Set during series one Star Wars : The Bad Batch ; between s01e09 ( Bounty Lost ) & s01e10 ( Common Ground ) Pairings: Gen. None. Word Count: 4296 Summary: Tech brings up a point Hunter hadn't thought of whilst they are out on a supply run, and he worries, but Tech is there to help reassure him. A/N: This fic scene has been in my head ever since I watched this series , but I haven't been able to find a way to slip it into any of my other TBB stories , but I am having it here as a one-shot. This was supposed to be under 1k words , but it grew a bit more than I was expecting agdkflg it was still fun to write , even though it made a bit sad to write it. I have no beta thus all mistakes are mine. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Star War : The Clone Wars & Star Wars : The Bad Batch. Neither am I associated with Lucasfilms , Disney+ , nor any of the actors who portray these characters. I make no money off any of my stories , this is purely for entertainment purposes. Read On : ao3 | under the cut

The loud bustling of the market in this town came mostly from the volume at which everyone spoke here and the various trios of musicians that seemed to be stationed at every other street corner. Hunter could name a few of the instruments, but most were of a variety he hadn't ever seen before. This world was one he, nor any of his brothers had visited prior to now, but Tech had been insistent over checking this advertised market for the supplies they needed since he hadn't been able to find what they needed on Ord Mantell.

But seeing as it was a new and unknown place, Hunter had Wrecker and Echo stay back on the Marauder with Omega. It was safer for the kid, and Tech and Hunter would draw the least amount of attention. Given their size and appearances became unremarkable when they took a leaf from Rex’s book and wore cloaks over their armour.

Besides Tech was adamant that he be on the supply run no matter who accompanied him, which wasn't uncommon when his youngest brother was being pedant over the specifics of the list. Thus Hunter had let Tech lead him around the vast market set between a multitude of shops that dotted the streets here, past stalls and venders of all sorts. Pausing here and there to check prices or pick up what they needed, with Tech proving to be a rather unyielding haggler much to Hunter's surprise. And endless amusement to see the most shady of merchants bend under his brother’s shrewd bartering.

He’d learnt a lot since they had first docked on Ord Mantell.

Thus Hunter was content to simply follow Tech’s lead and carry the items they accumulated over the last hour, from replenishments of their rations to some spare connectors and a coil of wires for minor repairs to the Havoc Marauder. As well as a spool of duranex thread for mending their clothes along with a new needle set, a box of chemwipes, a canister each of desealer and grease, and a new tuning stylus.

And Tech was finishing a deal with a vender for several patch circuits and a converter, which marked off the final few items they had been searching for. Waiting patiently until Tech had collected the purchase, holding out a hand to take the patch circuits from him to tuck them away in the backpack he carried for the express purpose of holding their shopping this day. Tech’s was already stocked full from their earlier buys.

Stowing the supplies before he shifted the pack back over his shoulders, Hunter said, “That's the last of it. Ready to head back?”

“Not quite yet actually.”

Hunter, who had partially stepped away to make back towards where they docked the ship, turned back to Tech, asking, “What is it?”

“There are a few more items I wanted to check if this market has that I did not write on the list.” Tech answered, gaze flicking away from him.

Hunter felt one of his eyebrows raise at that unusual omission from his vod’ika, it was unlike Tech to forget something like that nor was he one of deviating from the carefully budgeted docket, “Any particular reason you didn't put these items on the list?”

“Not to worry, they have already been allocated into our current sum of funds.” Tech reassured.

“You just didn't write them down.” Hunter filled in the blank that the other had left open, “Why?”

“Omega has a habit of scanning the supply lists before we set out and given her recent quandaries with Bounty Hunters along with her history on Kamino, I thought it would be prudent to keep them to myself.” Tech explained without truly answering his query.

“Tech.” Hunter sighed, exasperated by the deliberate verbal run-around the other was giving him.

“A paediatric medical kit and medpac.” Was the immediate answer from his brother.

“What?” The word leaves his mouth in place of an actual response, his brain still reeling from the fact that it was something they needed, things they should have picked up immediately as they could when they knew Omega would be staying with them. After so many close calls and it was only now that they were searching for one.

“Omega is smaller and physically younger than any of us, scanners and bandages are one thing, but if she were to require any medical intervention or medicine. We do not currently possess any for a child upon the Marauder.” Tech answered as if Hunter’s question hadn't been reflexive or retortic, “Which is an oversight on my part. One that I am working now to rectify.”

“Gods Tech.” Hunter breathed, seeming to wilt where he stood, knees feeling well at the implications of Tech’s words and outcomes that could have occurred when they weren't medically prepared to handle them for Omega.

Tech’s frown deepened, contrite and self-ramificating his expression was, “I know I should have seen to it the moment that we had the requisite credits available for such an expense, which has been three separate times now.”

“No, Tech.” Hunter shook his head, knowing this wasn't solely on Tech to prepare for nor his fault it wasn't addressed before this, “There's been a lot going on and we've all had more to deal with than ever before. Having a kid around is new for all of us.”

“Be that as it may, as our squad's sole corpsman—” Tech began to argue, but was interrupted by Hunter disagreeing back.

“You may be the one with the most medical knowledge on our team, Tech, but you can't be expected to think of everything.” Hunter strove to reassure, a corner of his lips upturning when he tacked on, “Even with that brain of yours.”

Tech huffed, eyes rolling towards the sky, but he too offered a small smile at his ori’vod to show he understood the other’s meaning and accepted the gentle teasing. It wouldn't dispel with what he thought was a grave mistake he had made in not ensuring they had purchased these precautionary items earlier, but it was a relief to know he wasn't thought less of or blamed.

“We're fixing it now, that's what matters.” Hunter gingerly knocked his van race against Tech’s in further show all was well between them, “Now we're doing you supposed we’ll find them here?”

“There is a shop up ahead that is most plausible in having something similar to what we are looking for.” Tech suddenly spoke up, waving a hand to point out the shopfront with the universal chemist sign over its door with the aubresh for ‘apothecary’ on the door itself, “In the very least, they are likely to have some items of use for children that we can add to our aidpacs until we can procure an official kit. And we need to replenish our supplies of medpatches anyway.”

“All right, I’ll follow your lead.” Hunter angled his head to signal for Tech to lead the way, to which his brother did over to the shop and up the few small steps to the door to enter it.

Following behind, Hunter was instantly met with the spiced aroma that belonged to actively burning incense which was mingled with the tang of herbal tea brewing and the accumulated redolence of hundreds of dried herbs. The strong odour had him blinking several times in quick session and clearing his throat to cover up a cough, and shaking his head at Tech, who had pointedly looked back at Hunter after catching the scent as well.

It wasn't overpowering, just surprising to his enhanced sense of smell after the open atmosphere outside. He could nearly taste the smoke and earthy resin on the air with every breath, but it wasn't the worst fragrance he had been subjected to nor the strongest, thus after a moment to grow accustomed to that essence on every inhale, he was fine.

Nodding twice at Tech, returning the other's pointed look to ensure his brother knew he was all right and set to continue, Hunter followed Tech further into the cluttered shop. Surveying the various herbal merchandise laid out in individual compartments along the nearest workbench, admiring the vastness of the collection and the variety of pre-mixed tinctures that were lined up upon the shelving units above the table, Hunter still kept half a mind on keeping up with Tech, who appeared to be headed towards the far set of worktops near the till that held assembled medpacs and an assorted allotment of replacement pieces.

Coming up next to his vod’ika, Hunter watched Tech peruse the handful for kits they had on display. Watching his brother’s eyes narrow, then him reach out to pick up a medpac that held the universal medical insignia on it, but instead of it being red, it was painted in four sections. Each a primary colour with the fourth addition being green.

Without sparing a glance towards the shopkeeper, Tech cracked open the kit to view the contents inside to which Hunter stepped closer to shield his brother’s actions from the shop-owner should he look their way. Simply appearing interested in Tech shuffling through the diverse abundance of bandages, patches, and ointments. There was even a folded sling, a finger brace, one for the wrists, trauma shears, and several different small packets of child-grade medications.

“This medpac will suffice.” Tech told Hunter, reorganising the items he had moved about to check the quality of the pac, then setting it aside but still near him before he reached up again to pull down a medkit with the same colouring, only bigger.

When Tech opened this one, there were a few of the same things from the medpac, but far more in amount and there was a lot more to the kit than the pac. Hunter spied hydration gel, spray splint, flexclamps, a hypospray with a variety of phials, a basic analyser, irrigation bulbs, bacta patches and gel, bone stabiliser, two stim-shots, and a resuscitation kit.

It held nearly everything the medical kit back aboard the Havoc Marauder had, except it was all modified for use upon a child. The size of the braces, tubes, and instruments had all been crafted for smaller, younger bodies. Even the dosages outlined along the cases of the medications were far less than what he or his brothers would take, positively minute was what it prescribed in comparison.

Seeing this had Hunter’s earlier horror over the fact they hadn't considered getting a medpac and kit sooner for Omega. If anything had happened to her prior to them purchasing this that had required more than a bandage and some bacta gel, they could have very well made things worse by having to delay treatment or face a potential overdose.

Hunter began to feel nauseous at the resurgence of those thoughts and as he watched Tech shift through the rest of medical kit’s contents. Unable to quiet the grim images his mind conjured up of what injuries would have to befall their littlest batcher for those items to be of any use. Even though they were purchasing them to err on the side of caution, with how they lived, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that something would happen to Omega that would require such medical aid.

“Are you all right?”

Attention drawn up from the med kit and his brother’s stilled hands towards Tech’s face, a slight dazed, Hunter shook his head as he backed away from the till stand and turned to stumble out of the shop. Nearly stumbling down the few short yet uneven steps out of the entrance and over towards the side of the building. Unheeding of the call he heard from behind him.

Halting there because he didn't want to leave Tech entirely in this scarcely known market on a planet they only just this morning set foot on, but he needed to be physically away from the source of those thoughts. Or so he had thought, for they followed him here. Although it was easier to breathe without the overwhelming smell of incense and the lingering scents of all the patrons that had been inside that cramped shop all morning. The air wasn't without its harsh and burning smells, but it was clear and the subtle breeze that blew through the maze of short buildings helped.

Leaning back against the sturdy brick of the alleyway’s wall, Hunter drew several breaths as he pressed the back of his head to the unyielding surface and closed his eyes tight. Willing away the memories of battlefield wounds he had seen on troopers and civilians throughout the war when they had been stationed with companies or battalions of the GAR that tried to overlay onto every instance that Omega had been in danger. And there had been too many.

Another deep breath in, Hunter exhaled heavily as he leant forwards to place his hands on his knees. His lower back was still supported by the roughened brick behind him in order to keep his frame steady whilst he tried to get his thoughts together and emotions under control.

He didn't enjoy the idea of any of his siblings being hurt or injured, but he as well knew that his brothers had faced much already in their short lives and had been expertly trained from their birth to fight and defend against a multitude of enemies amidst active combat. For the worst of missions, the ones that were considered suicide runs for any other unit. They had the conditioning, education, experimentation, and training to craft and hone such skills for that.

Yet Omega hadn't. She was younger than them in every way except years lived and hadn't gone through even the basics of training the standard regs. went through. Her training had been in medical assistance, and even though she showed so much promise in the skills they were all teaching her and hoping to instil with proper training. None of them had wanted to instruct her as they had been trained, it had been an unspoken, unanimous decision.

And even though Hunter knew it was the right thing to do and he knew Omega was intelligent enough to help herself, he still feared at times that it would leave Omega vulnerable if they weren’t around to offer an assist and look out for her. An irrational fear he tried to tell himself and work to quiet its voice, but still it reared its head routinely and persistently.

Sliding down the wall, Hunter cringed at the scraping noise it made when the plastoid of his armour was dragged down the brick surface. But it wasn't lasting, only a moment of the grating sound before he was sitting. His buttplate clacked against the stone permacrete and he drew his knees up to rest his elbows on before leaning forwards a slight to lay his head into his upturned palms.

A few more measured breaths and the reflexive nausea began to abate, but Hunter didn't raise his head yet. Working to reassure himself, though it didn't silence the fear nor tame the anxiety, it aided in quieting it and bolstering it with facts of reality rather than the worries of imagination. No matter how real those what-ifs could become, they hadn't happened. And they were taking steps to ensure her well-being and safety persisted, thus they had plans if a worse injury or illness did come to pass for Omega.

Hearing a specific tread of footfalls coke up near him, but pause a pace away then the sound of shifting fabric and soft clack of armour as Tech crouched down near him without reaching out to touch nor overcrowd him.

“Is it a migraine?”

Hunter heard his brother softly whisper the question, pitched low enough that he would be able to hear it yet if he had been experiencing a migraine, it wouldn't have caused him any further pain to hear. The care and gentleness of Tech’s actions was appreciated, even if it wasn't needed, and it warmed something in his chest. For all their upbringing was cold and professional, detached and driven to hardened them for war, his brothers were all capable of so much kindness and tenderness.

Raising his head from his hands whilst he shook his head, Hunter blew out a long breath before he looked up at his littlest brother. Noting how Tech’s eyebrows were pinched behind the rims of his goggles and how a frown was playing at the corner of his lips, he had the other worried.

“You are rather pale.”

Hunter could tell his vod’ika wished to say more, to elaborate on every observation he had noted about Hunter that showed he had deviated from the norm to hopefully spur an explanation from him yet he saw as well as heard Tech clench his jaw closed to silence that desire. Likely surmising it would do little good at present.

“I’m fine.” Hunter added in hopes to reassure the other clone, or in the very least show that he wasn't suffering any sort of sensory overload induced ailment, “Swear it.”

Tech hummed noncommittally, seeming unconvinced by his haleness or unbelieving of his consolation, but willing to proceed under what guise Hunter wished, albeit reluctantly by how stiffly he said, “Then we should return to the Marauder. We have all the supplies we could locate here.”

“Tech.” Hunter sighed an apology within the utterance of the other's name, realising then how dismissive his reassurance had sounded.

“No, it is all right.” Tech said plainly, attempting to be unperturbed, “Perhaps Wrecker or Echo can offer an assist where I cannot?”

“No, no, it's just I,” Hunter shook his head at himself, his eyes closing for a moment, “Seeing all that medical equipment, all of it made for someone Omega’s size, a karking child, and knowing what kind of life we're leading right now… I couldn't…”

A moment of silence passed between them, Hunter dropped his head back down into a hand of his as he struggled to articulate his feelings into words. His emotions felt both frivolous yet weighted and important, yet despite knowing his youngest brother cared for Omega, he wasn't certain he wasn't alone in his anxiety.

“I understand.”

Hunter’s head whipped up from where it had slipped to hang between his drawn-up knees, a heavy weight between his shoulders whilst his arms rested on his knees and his hands hung limply over them, to stare at Tech. A touch surprised yet searching his brother’s face to see if they truly shared the same mentality on this.

“We have not exactly had what most nat-borns would consider a healthy childhood ourselves. We were commissioned for combat, crafted to be soldiers, and our very existence is thanks to an intergalactic war, thus how could we be fit enough to help raise a child ourselves?” Tech’s head tilted to the side a fraction whilst he spoke, seeming to be reciting more than speaking, as if he had heard such arguments before and knew exactly how to counter them, but Hunter knew that was simply how Tech approached more emotionally driven conversations, “However, Omega is healthy and alive in our care at the moment. We rescued her from her isolated existence on Kamino, have ensured she has her autonomy ever since then, and have given her a vast amount of off-world experiences she never would have gained if she were still on Kamino.”

“I know.” Hunter sighed, rubbing his fingers of one hand along his forehead, “I know that and I’m glad for that, but it, sometimes it feels like it's not enough. That no matter what we do, it won't be enough to keep her safe and happy.”

“Your concerns are both valid and shared. Although I usually do not wish to speak for our brothers, I can assure you, you are not alone in your uncertainties nor your anxieties.” Hunter noticed Tech shuffled a bit as he said this, likely he was wishing to break the eye contact he had kept up to ensure Hunter knew the truth of his words and their significance, “And I especially find the uncharted territory of having a younger sibling for the first time rather harrowing, as much as it is rewarding.”

Watching Tech fiddle absentmindedly with the datapad clutched in his left and finally glance down towards it, as if desiring to bring it up and tap on it, but he left it as it was. His gaze flicking back towards Hunter after a moment, seeming nervous over admitting his apprehension so openly on this matter.

“Can you imagine having four younger siblings? I’ll have grey hair by the time I’m thirteen.” Hunter allowed a small smile to upturn at his lips and directed their conversation towards a lighter note without dismissing Tech’s unreserve, “But I wouldn't ever trade knowing you or the others for anything. Grey hairs and peace of mind be damned.”

An upwards quirk came to Tech lips then and a Hunter watched his brother’s gaze drift up a fraction towards his hair, “I think you will find you won't have to wait until thirteen for those grey hairs.”

Eyes widening, Hunter involuntarily raised a hand to his head to lay it over the hair there as his mouth fell open a slight. Aiming a mock glare at the other over the rare joke a moment later when he noted Tech’s smile merely grew at seeing his actions. Jokes at his expense over his attention to his hair weren't new, but they had waned in the last few months and Hunter found, in this very moment, that he missed that teasing banter that used to fill the Havoc Marauder. It had lessened since the fall of the Republic… since Crosshair…

Shaking his head minutely at the direction his thoughts were taking him, his mind seemed to be determined to have him feeling down this day, Hunter was once again faced with Tech’s concern. His drop in mood having been easily spied on by his most observant vod.

“We saw on Saleucami, even living on a remote farm can have its dangers. Nowhere is guaranteed to be one-hundred percent safe, nor is life possible without injury or illness for anyone.” Tech spoke again, likely taking Hunter’s downturn in mood again as his persistent worry over their littlest sibling, “Which is why we do our best in the field to keep her safe, why I have accumulated several holobooks on parenting and fostering, and why we continue to try our very best with what we have. Just as we always have.”

“You've been reading parenting books?” Hunter asked, blinking in surprise, although he nearly smiled in fondness thereafter because of course his intelligent and ever learning little brother would seek out what information there was on a new subject. Especially one as important and pertaining to their lives now.

“With no other avenues available for gaining such information, I began searching the holonet for it and found several lists of recommended reading that have proved very insightful.” Tech answered, “I have a few more pertinent ones downloaded to a spare datachip if you wish to read them?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah, that'd actually be great, Tech.”

“I shall give it to you when we are back aboard the Marauder then.” Tech returned Hunter’s nod, “And if I should come across any others that prove to be useful, I will compile them for you?”

“Thank you.” Hunter said emphatically.

Tech shook his head, “It is no trouble, but we should return before the others begin to worry. We have been gone longer than we told them to expect.”

A low chuckle came from Hunter then, a smile playing at the edges of his lips, “Last thing we need is a search party led by Wrecker and Echo in a small town.”

“Precisely.” Tech agreed, amusement clear in his voice.

Nodding twice, Hunter shuffled his feet outwards a slight to gain leverage enough to stand up. Pushing off the wall at his back with one hand and reaching the other out to keep his momentum, he felt the ghost of Tech’s hand near his elbow and upper back what he gathered his feet beneath him. But Tech hadn't touched him, only ensuring he stood in tandem with him and was at the ready should he need to steady his ori’vod.

Hunter offered a nod in thanks, appreciative of his brother’s attention even though it was unwarranted. Tech returned the gesture, seeming to stare a moment longer at Hunter as if to assure himself that the other was steady enough to continue.

“I'm good, Tech.” Hunter reassured again, knowing he still looked troubled, but he felt better after having talked with Tech over this, but upon seeing the flat look his brother sent his way, Hunter amended, “I'm… I feel better having talked about it with you. Thank you.”

A ‘tckh’ noise of rebuttal came from Tech then, “You do not have to thank me for listening to you and providing what verbal assurance I could, we are brothers, Hunter, and just because you are our ori’vod and leader doesn't mean you must carry every thing alone.”

“I know.” Was Hunter’s automatic response, but he caught the eye roll Tech gave at his words even as he stepped forwards to knock his white vambrace lightly against Hunter’s black painted one whilst Tech said, “Of course you do. Which is why you have brothers who will be here to remind you of it."

[violetjedisylveon]

✨Space lesbians✨

Amnesia AU link here.

Please ignore the bad hand, I hate drawing hands.

This is Chora(oc) and Yaosney(ES-02, not her canon name, I made it up). They are girlfriends and seeing each other for the first time in person since Yaosney was offered a position within the Empire.

The scars on their arms are from work related injuries, they are both bounty hunters and injury comes with the territory. Yaosney's scar on her face is from currently undecided trauma but she's had it for a long time. She generally covers it when on duty or out and about, she doesn't like getting asked about it.

Yaosney was offered/sorta volunteered when she saw the paycheck, a position as a soldier in the Empire, one of the first non clone troopers.

She was a better and more versatile fighter than the rest of the options and was picked for the Elite Squad led under a clone commander.

She's got the most experience of that entire squad, even Crosshair, cause she is about ~30(like Chora) and been doing the bounty hunter thing fir well over a decade, Crosshair is 12 and while he's been training for soldier stuff his whole life, he's got a lot less field experience. She doesn't mention it unless it is nessicary for a situation.

She's also the oldest of the squad, the rest are mid to late twenties. She isn't like the group mom or anything, she's like the group tired of your bs thirty year old.

She doesn't actually believe in the Empire beyond it being a good way to get a constant flow of money relatively easily for someone with her skills. She'll fake loyalty but she isn't actually a believer, she's just using it for her own means.

She's really doing it to build connections and get some money built up in case of an emergency, specifically for Chora cause non human med care is harder and more expensive, not made easier by the Empire which she gets pissed about. Bounty hunting is a gig to gig sort of job, so the Empire was the opportunity for something a bit more stable, even if it didn't always pay as much as some hunts did but it is a constant thing.

Chora didn't try to join because she really doesn't do good in that military setting and needs a degree of autonomy in her work, also she's smart enough to pick up on the fact that the Empire is a human centered government, like the Republic, and she knows she wouldn't have been allowed in based on her species. She's fine with that though.

Yaosney and Chora definitely get up to a lot of stuff and makes lots of comments about doing the stuff, just cause they both enjoy making everyone else feel very awkward, Chora was raised on Massanii, she's a bit of a shit and an asshole by nature. They've been dating since before the clone wars.

This was fun to draw, I wanna draw them again soon but I am bad at side profiles so I can't do any of that sort of stuff with them, I could draw them on a hunt together and I probably will cause that's a good idea I just thought of, but I've got some other things on my plate I wanna do.

I'm thinking of redrawing some old bad batch art of Omega and Merrin and fixing it, it was before the show came out and I didn't have a very good idea of what Omega looked like. I also forgot Merrin would also be like 12 and not 17 like she is in the game😅. That'll be fun!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[heyclickadee]

I’m so sorry, @apocalyp-tech-a—I meant to thank you for the tag and and then didn’t type it out. This was fun!

1. Your favorite member of the bad batch is: All of them. I’m sorry.

2. Because: They’re all fantastic and I can’t choose.

3. You identify the most with: Tech, Hunter, and Gonky.

4. Because: Tech, because I recognize a lot of his traits and behaviors in myself, especially the version of myself that existed before I started masking heavily. I’ve had the conversation that Tech has with Omega in the cave scene in “The Crossing” before, though I’ve never handled it half as well as Tech did. Hunter, because I’m a chronically exhausted oldest sibling who has no idea how to handle failure, and I get overloaded just hearing the air conditioner and the electricity in the walls, so I feel for a guy who’s got his senses cranked up to fifteen AND can sense electromagnetic fields. Like. That’s got to be so overwhelming all the time. And Gonky, because I, too, am a rectangle who makes funny noises.

5. Your favorite minor character from the show: Aaaahhhhhh I don’t know. Most of them, but let’s go with Phee and Mayday in a solid tie.

6. Because: Phee’s a pirate, repatriator of cultural artifacts, adventurer, treasure hunter, has oodles of confidence, intelligence, and fantastic taste in men. Mayday’s just…he’s Mayday. He’s so fun and snarky and SAD I just. *cries in “The Outpost”*

7. A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you’re most proud of: Probably my “Omega deserves to be angry,” painting.

8. Because: I wasn’t super happy with how it looked, but I was still proud of it because it was the first piece of art of any kind that wasn’t either for work or for school that I took farther than a sketch and actually finished in years. Long story, but I had to switch careers and go back to school in my late twenties, got a job at a call center to pay for rent and food at least, and by halfway through my junior year of school round 2: career switch boogaloo, I was so desperate to get away from the call center that I found a full time (technically freelance) gig at a small local game studio at the same time I was going to school full time and working on my senior film. Between the call center, which was…a bad fit, let’s say, working full time at the studio, and full time school + capstone project, I got a little burned out. A lot burned out. So, so burned out, and I haven’t recovered. After graduation I didn’t draw or model anything that wasn’t strictly for work for about a year and a half, and even doing it for work was a stretch a lot of the time. I’m only just now starting to get back into it and, honestly, I’m super rusty at anything that’s not the kind of stuff I do at work (mostly models of teeth and bones). So it was really nice to actually finish something that was just for me.

9. Link: https://www.tumblr.com/heyclickadee/723760359202258944/omega-deserves-to-be-angry

10. A TBB piece of fanart that slaps so hard you enjoy and why: That one piece of fanart of Crosshair strapped down on that torture slab and crying by @beetlecrest because holy shit. The colors? The emotion? The textures? It’s GUT-WRENCHING but it’s so, so well done.

11. Link: GO LOOK AT IT https://www.tumblr.com/beetlecrest/724401897544597504/it-was-heartbreaking-to-see-crosshair-get-strapped

12. A TBB-centric fanfic that gives you life you enjoy and why?: I really like @niobiumao3’s Obliquity, partly because it’s a Tech Lives fic, partly because it’s Techphee, but especially because they’ve got a really interesting take on Phee’s backstory. Also, Jedi Phee!! And I have to put @eclec-tech’s A Crosshair Carol in here, too. The end of the first chapter punched me in the gut.

13: Links: Obliquity: https://www.tumblr.com/niobiumao3/715766610818973696/obliquity-niobium-star-wars-the-bad-batch

A Crosshair Carol: https://www.tumblr.com/eclec-tech/704074527449219072/a-crosshair-carol-chapter-1-amberowl24-star

14. A TBB headcanon or trope that is basically canon to you: The Bad Batch trained as commandos their entire lives, but the Kaminoans never intended to let them out into the field. It’s not that they weren’t capable, but they were an experiment, and depending on your point of view sort of a failed experiment; they’re fantastic at what they do, but all that conditioning the Kaminoans put the clones through didn’t really take with them. But then Cody stepped in directly after the battle of Kamino and vouched for them, thinking their skills would be useful despite (or because) of their differences, and then the Kaminoans decided, well, okay, let’s see how this experiment does in a field test.

15. Color(s) you think would suit Crosshair if he were given “mercenary” armor: A blue that isn’t quite gray with red and orange highlights here and there.

16. One thing you NEED to see happen in season three: Tech being alive, first of all, though that’s less of a need and more of an expectation. When I said that I was going to talk about Tech’s survival as a matter-of-fact after the Joel Aron tweet, I meant it. He’s alive, and the onus is on the show to prove him otherwise.

What I really need, though? I need this little family to be okay. I neeeeeed the clone force 99 family to be okay. A worrying percentage of my mental health is hinging on this family being okay in the end.

NPT (also sorry if you already did this): @im-no-jedi @lightwise @littlefeatherr @eriexplosion @eclec-tech

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Please share your answers to these questions and pass them on to some of your Bad Batch-loving buds!

Your favorite member of TBB is:

Because:

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Because:

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A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you are most proud of:

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Link so that we can appreciate it:

A TBB-centric piece of art that slaps so hard you enjoy (and why):

Link:

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Link:

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Color(s) you think would suit if Crosshair gets "Mercenary" armor:

One thing you NEED to see happen in Season 3:

@wwheeljack @wrenkenstein @floundrickthewayfarer @raevulsix @enigmatist17 @slenderboo @echojedis @nika6q @zaana @wiseowl18 @toastyrobos @eclec-tech @jigget @destril @niobiumao3

[moonstrider9904]

Can I have some of your general nsfw hds for the Bad Batch?

Hiya, nonnie! Sure thing!! Thanks for requesting :3

Headcanons are under the cut :3

Crosshair

Likes it rough and dirty

Doing it raw (unprotected) makes him absolutely lose his fucking mind

Despite liking it rough, he’s also very caring with his partner and won’t do anything to make them uncomfortable.

Prefers to be on top and in control.

I personally HC him as a soft dom; he’ll only be a hard dom if he wants to experiment and he’ll always check in with his partner before doing it.

He loves eating out/giving oral

He’s surprisingly vocal: he makes amazing dirty talk, but he also lets out soft, low-pitched moans and groans, which he knows his partner loves.

Hunter

P a s s i o n a t e

Total switch, and lowkey prefers being bottom

He’ll be kissing you the whole time, his lips will literally always be on some part of your body. Not just the lips, but the wrists, neck, chest, thighs, wherever.

Sex with him is often on the softer side

Very vocal, mostly with sounds and not so much with dirty talk

Huge kink for leaving marks and hickeys

Generally very gentle and loving

Loves to bring his bandana into play, usually blindfolding you or letting you blindfold him—perhaps, he’ll let you tie him to the bed with it.

Wrecker

Open to trying anything at least once

Loves seeing his partner riding and straddling him

Size kink—he’s big and he knows it and he’s proud of it, babe.

Gentle giant, you’ll never be with anyone more caring than Wrecker.

Sex with him is just so natural and soft.

There’s giggling, talking, praise, encouraging.

You’re doing so well, love.

I fucking love you.

He has so much stamina and resistance—intimate sessions with him always last a lot, so have fun ;)

Echo

The king of making love; he gives the best kisses

Has a huge kink for dry humping and his partner getting off on his thigh

Enjoys mutual masturbation whilst kissing you

Usually on top, all he cares about is making you feel good

Knows how to give oral in many different ways ;)

Always starts fucking really soft, and increases his pace as he goes

By the time you’re coming, he’s relentless

Draws out his own release just so he can cum at the same time as you

He’ll always prefer missionary—eye contact just does things to him.

Tech

Whispers the dirtiest, most sinful things in your ear while doing it.

His favorite positions are missionary and doggy style.

Leaves his goggles on so you can see how they fog up while you do it.

Doesn’t mind incorporating one or two toys just to make you squirm.

This man edges you for enjoyment—he calls it sweet torture.

After having his way with you, Tech gives the best aftercare.

I personally HC him as more on the dom/top side; he knows his way around your body.

Has a bit of a kink for doing it in front of mirrors.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Going on a Boardwalk

   Imagine: You and the Bad Batch go on a boardwalk by the ocean!

(Author’s Note: Happy Bad Batch eve!!!!)

   You arrive at sunset.  The sky is a striking orange which is beginning to fade into dark blue, with the horizon above the ocean painted with all sorts of pastels in between the two shades.  The group sets foot on the creaking boardwalk and looks ahead at the long row of stands and shops that goes for miles.  Omega is “ooh”ing and “aw”ing at all the lights, and she pointed excitedly at the rides down by the pier.

   And so, the Bad Batch begins the trek along the boardwalk.

   Hunter’s first instinct is to watch Omega and smile at her reaction to the location.  There’s a pretty decent crowd, so he makes sure to keep an eye on her.  If you’re his significant other, you may be used to having to share your Sergeant since he was responsible for the squad...but it’s a boardwalk and it’s supposed to be fun, so you encourage him to relax.  Hunter eventually is able to let go and enjoy himself, entwining his fingers with yours and walking with you.  His favorite part of the boardwalk so far is hearing the crash of the waves nearby, hearing the seagulls, and feeling the salty air.  He absolutely loves glancing beside him to see you smiling and appreciating the sights too.

   Tech spends the first few minutes on his datapad gathering whatever intel he could about the shops they have and whatnot.  He rarely goes into a situation without research simply because he likes to be prepared and he likes to have information whenever his brothers ask a question.  After that, he is quite happy to simply savor the scenery.  If you’re his date, he’ll want to hold your hand the whole way as you walk and take in the things to do.  Tech is interested in boardwalk games and arcades, and though he might not say so right away, you can see him staring whenever passing by one.

   Echo is smiling a lot.  His mood is light as his gaze wanders the stands and sees all the happy people walking by.  This was the vacation that was long overdue, and he was going to enjoy it.  Lots of things grab his attention: the food, the games, the rides.  Omega convinces him to go on a ride with her later.  If you’re his significant other, he’d be at your side the whole time, holding your hand.  He’d rather let you pick what you want to do or see first.

   Wrecker is in awe of all the things you can do and see in one place.  He and Omega are chattering about all the rides they want to go on later at the pier.  He is pretty fixated on the food for now.  If you’re his significant other, you may find that he goes from holding your hand to running toward whatever catches his eye, which happens often.  He’s pretty fixated on food and most likely won’t move on until he has something to eat.  Ever the gentleman, he wants to be sure you get something too.

   Crosshair remains at your side as his sharp eyes take everything in.  He likes to follow the rear of the group.  Normally, he isn’t one for public displays of affection, but with all the young men running around in groups and after noticing the other couples walking hand-in-hand, he feels the need to mark you as his.  You’ll feel his hand gently take yours, and when you glance over he is already gazing at you.  He’s content to go wherever you want to go and just enjoys seeing you happy.

   Omega is super excited and spends the first fifteen or so minutes planning to go on rides and trying to get her brothers to volunteer to take her.  Her eyes are aglow from the lights reflecting in them.  There are people who stand in front of the shops playing with whatever toy or fad was in to try and draw in customers, and Omega would definitely be drawn in.  She’d want to play with the bubble machines and robo pets even if for a few minutes before moving on.  

   After walking farther down the boardwalk, the Batch finds themselves drawn to different things, so they agree to separate for a little while.

   Hunter will explore the shops with you, but he is most drawn to the edge of the boardwalk where he can watch the sun go down over the ocean.  If you’re his date, he would take the opportunity of having the others distracted to just shower you with affection.  He doesn’t make a scene or anything, but he smiles warmly at you,  gives your hand a little kiss, and kisses your forehead in between ganders at the ocean.  Eventually, he can’t resist anymore and tilts your chin to meet your lips with his own in a tender kiss just as the sun dips beneath the horizon.

   Tech wants to play some arcade games, if you’re up for it.  He enjoys showing off his intellect and skill, but sometimes he likes a good game of chance where anything can happen.  He can calculate probability for those scenarios, but not much beyond that.  He also really loves watching you.  He’ll stand behind you with his chest pressed to your back and watch you play your favorite game.  His absolute favorite is to go up against you in a two-player game.  He loves the competition and when you playfully talk smack when he gets cocky.  If Tech wins, he’ll want a kiss as his prize.

   Echo will gladly go along with whatever his significant other wants to do first.  If you want to look at the ocean, he is more than happy to do it with you.  If you’d rather get something to eat, he’s in.  One thing he does want to do during your time together is browse the gift shops and pick up a souvenir.  He’d treat you to something like matching oversized hoodies with the boardwalk logo on them or nice mugs to use for caf aboard the Marauder.  If you tried hard enough to convince him, he might even agree to get those matching couple shirts displayed in the windows like “her king” and “his queen” or something customized.  He playfully rolls his eyes as you hold one of the shirts up in front of him, but he can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a loving kiss.

   Wrecker definitely wants to grab something to eat first.  There are so many different places that he can’t decide which one to commit to for his first boardwalk meal.  He ends up getting a little something from a few different places.  Pizza, hotdogs, fries… He gets enough for both of you to share, and the two of you would find a nice spot at a table near the edge where there’s a lovely view of the ocean.  After the two of you are full, he’d be more attentive and open to whatever you wanted to see next, holding your hand and giving you kisses.

   Crosshair is fine with letting you lead the way to whatever you wanted to do first.  He is enjoying all of the sights with you, and that’s more than enough for him.  However, if you were to ask if there’s anything he’d like to see in particular, he wouldn’t mind stopping in one of the shops with henna tattoos and edgy t-shirts.  He’d get himself an oversized hoodie to wear for a little while before pulling it down over your form when the sun disappeared behind the horizon and it got colder outside.  He’d smile at you as you hugged yourself in the air and sighed in contentment: That new hoodie smell would be mingled with his own scent.  He takes your hand again and the two of you continue on your way.

   Omega tags along with one of her brothers for a while and ends up getting something to eat and a toy from one of the shops to keep tucked under her arm as she explores.  She begs Hunter to let her get a temporary tattoo.   He’s hesitant because she’s young and he doesn’t want her to think she has to impress the group by getting a real tattoo someday, but since it’s only a temporary one just for fun, he decides it’s okay.  Omega gets a little seahorse and starfish on the back of her hand.

   Next up are the rides!  The group reunites and heads over to the pier to buy some tickets.  With the sun down, the rides are all lit up in the dark.

   Hunter won’t pressure you to go on anything if you don’t like rides, and he will probably only go on a couple of rides with Omega to make her happy, but will spend most of the time at your side.  If you do want to go but are a little nervous, he’ll gladly hold your hand and tease you playfully until you go with him.  If you are the kind of person who loves to go on all the rides, he’ll go on a few with you and stand by and hold your things while you go on more.

  Tech will definitely go on some rides if you want to.  Otherwise, he will try one or two on his own and be content with standing back and watching everyone else alongside you.  He might get some recordings of Wrecker’s screams on the really high ones that Omega managed to convince him to go on.  If you do go on crazy rides, Tech will film your reaction to play back and tease you lovingly about with that cute smirk on his face.

   Echo would rather watch the others have their fun.  He gets a little salty and says Tech’s wild flying is more than enough for him.  However, Omega somehow got him to agree  to go with her before, so he’ll keep his word and go on a ride with her.  If you enjoy rides, he will also make an exception for you too.  However, if you’d rather watch the others, the two of you can stand near the ride and wave as they go.

   Wrecker loves fast rides, but still is terrified when it comes to heights.  He’ll tolerate a rollercoaster that goes in a few loops, but if it’s the kind that climbs agonizingly slow to the top and then flies down a steep drop from a few hundred feet up, he’ll be covering his eyes and screaming.  Him and Omega stick to the ones that aren’t too bad.  If you enjoy rides, Wrecker will be happy to go on them with you.  He’ll even accompany you on one of the high coasters if you insist on going by yourself, because he’s worried for you and wants to protect you even if it scares the heck out of him.  If you don’t like rides, he’ll probably still go on a few with Omega.  The two of them will wave at you and grin adorably.

   Crosshair is not scared one bit and will do the craziest ride on the pier, if challenged.  It makes him the perfect person to go on rides with if you’re a little scared.  He’ll go on anything with you, keeping calm and holding your hand even if you’re totally freaking out.  Doesn’t matter if you want to go on thirty rides or just one, he’s down.  If rides aren’t your thing, he’s also fine to stand with you and watch the others.  Better watch out, if he feels the need to show off, he will go on the craziest ride just to make a point.

   Omega wants to go on every ride within reason.  There are height limits to some, so she’ll obviously avoid those.  Her and Wrecker are buddies when it comes to rides since he;s the Bad Batcher who enjoys them the most, although she’ll manage to get Echo and Hunter to go with her on a few.  And if everyone else is done with rides, Tech or even Crosshair will go on one with her.

   The squad will turn and head back toward the exit.  They may stop at a few stands on the way back to see anything they missed on the way up.  Omega is exhausted, so one of the brothers carries her back.

   When you get back to the ship, everyone is tired and heads to their bunks.  You get cozy with your Bad Batch SO and drift off to sleep...