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badbatchsprincess · 10 months ago

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Heated ~ pt. 1

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

No warnings for this, just world building... welcome lol.

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After approximately 90 rotations aboard the Marauder, give or take a few days, you were ready to disembark.

Tech, of course, calculated the accurate amount of time, but you were running on inner planetary standard time. You were exhausted. Truly and totally exhausted. The battles along the outer rim were beginning to overtake every waking thought, and the war only seemed to be escalating. Even though you were just a medical technician, it seemed like you never had a moment to breathe.

The boys had been sent on one mission after another to the most backwater planets you’d never even heard of. In the beginning of working with Clone Force 99, you were thrilled.

Tired of being on the front lines with Captain Rex and General Skywalker, you thought this would have been a cakewalk compared to tending to the 501st. (Or as you liked to call them, the most reckless GAR unit in history.) Boy, were you wrong…

Rex assigning you to Clone Force 99 had been one of the most challenging places you think a young medic like yourself could have gone.

These men, in particular, were a unique kind of reckless, and they always seemed to end up in the craziest situations.

That didn’t mean you didn’t come to grow fond of them, but as GAR procedure demands, they must return to Coruscant for their quarterly medical examinations, and you were relieved.

While you didn’t particularly care for the bustle of the high-density planet, you could appreciate not being shot at, chased, or bombed at any given second.

The Marauder also didn’t offer the same level of comfort as the Venator Attack Cruisers you’d become accustomed to staying on for months at a time. But it’s alright, you’ve come to enjoy your time with special force 99.

For a bunch of chaotic Alphas, they were pleasant company.

Sergeant Hunter was the leader and a remarkable tracker. You couldn’t help but marvel at his heightened abilities; it was really interesting from a medical standpoint. Tech had the brain capacity of a supercomputer and his ex-arc trooper friend, Echo. You actually had known Echo from your early days serving under the 501st.

It was nice having him around; he seemed to keep the peace and offered some much-needed familiarity. Then there was Wrecker, the sweetest man-child you’d ever met. He had a love for blowing things up, which you found hilarious, and finally, there was Crosshair. You never really knew where you stood with the man. Echo told you it’s because he’s not used to strangers hanging out with his brothers, but you weren’t quite sure. The Alpha was quiet and calculated. He didn’t miss a thing, not with his heightened reflexes. He never said much to you; he often operated in silence unless it was to piss off Hunter, which seemed to be more often than you realized.

He, however, treated you indifferently. It was just odd for an Alpha to not acknowledge an Omega. Not to say you needed his attention, it was just different. You speculated it had to do with his genetic mutations; maybe he was too good at focusing on his objective. Omegas hardly phased him.

“You ready, Pip?” Wrecker gave your shoulders a gentle shake.

You smiled at the nickname. “Yeah Wreck, ugh I just really want a real shower.” You sighed, getting a little impatient.

The Marauder was waiting for landing clearance while you made quick work stowing away the last few stray supplies. You made notes of all the supplies that had been depleted, which was most of it. You shook your head; you’d be raiding the GAR supply facility before deployment for certain.

“You and me both,” Hunter snorted and settled down in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

Poor guy, you realized, probably had the worst of it all. Living amongst five sweaty dirty men and one medic had his scent on overdrive. Not to mention the dulled pheromones. Being surrounded by so many alphas, the stench was probably awful for him.

You, however, being an omega on the smaller side, couldn’t smell much, not with your implant which was due for replacement this quarter. Hunter never mentioned anything to you about smell. You just hoped it wasn’t too much for him with all of your implants thankfully. It never seemed like an issue for him.

“We’re clear for landing,” Echo chirped from the copilot seat. Everyone came up to the front to strap into the jump seats. Crosshair brought your packed bag up with him and placed it gently under your feet before he took the seat next to you and strapped in. You thanked him, and he gave you a silent nod still chewing on his toothpick.

Echo and Tech gently landed the Marauder in the GAR main hangar bay and finished up the last cross check before disembarking. Wrecker was kind and offered to carry your duffle filled with your civvies and toiletries. You thanked him and followed him out of the Marauder. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smiled at the feeling of real sun on your skin.

Looking down the steps, you squealed, noticing all of the white and blue plastoid on the other side of the hangar bay. Running at full speed, you nearly tripped over your own feet, flinging yourself at Kix.

He noticed you last minute and swooped you up into his arms, “Hey Tiny! I didn’t know you were on rotation already?” He picked you up and spun you around before putting you down. Your excitement to see your old unit was overwhelming; you couldn’t help but smile as more of your friends on the 501st ran over to give you a hug or a playful shove.

You missed the way Wrecker gawked at your reaction to the Regs. “Well, she certainly doesn’t do that with us,” Tech noted, watching you rub up against the alphas in a comforting manner, purring under their affection.

“Fucking Regs,” Crosshair groused.

Echo remembered how fond you are of the 501st. He remembered when you were a newbie just starting your medical field days bonding with General Tano as teens. He felt a little nostalgic watching you with his vod. He laughed remembering how Ahsoka would scent you before sending you out into the field. They loved you so much.

Tech noted how comfortable you were with their touch and scenting. Something no one in their unit ever attempted with you. Of course, they were aware of your designation, but they tried their hardest to be respectful. Hunter had made it extremely clear no one was supposed to touch you unless necessary. It had been six months of your service on their unit, and no one has ever gotten this close with you except Wrecker, but it wasn’t anything like that.

The alpha in Tech was a little upset by this. Why didn’t the omega feel comfortable with them?

Hunter listened to the way you preened under their attention, and his chest pained a bit hearing your purrs. Was he… jealous? No. That’s his medic, that's all. He had read your file; you’d been with them for most of the war. Of course, that would make you closer. He could smell the happy pheromones you spread from where they were. You were happy with the 501st’s attention; it wasn’t something he knew you craved.

“I’m here for quarterlies,” you tapped your shoulder, “And I’m due for replacement.” You sighed. “Ahh,” Kix smirked, “Difficult enough dealing with us reg alphas huh? Gotta deal with defects now too huh? Got that implant working overtime.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him.

A cough behind you caught your attention. You spun around to see your unit catching up, looking a little perturbed, especially Crosshair. He’s never warmed up to the Regs and didn’t particularly like you sharing your fond stories about them. You usually keep to yourself in his presence or else he’d get a little hostile.

“Sarge,” Kix greeted with a head tilt.

“Kix,” Hunter gave him a polite nod, “Captain.” He looked beyond you.

You spun around, “Rex!” You ran at him, wrapping yourself around your old captain. “Hey kid,” he laughed, giving you a pat on the head looking down at you.

“I’m older than you, Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“So you like to remind me,” he laughed, suddenly realizing how much he had missed you.

You stepped back with a huge smile. Suddenly everything was starting to feel good again. 90 rotations didn’t seem so terrible anymore. You giggled as they all filed in demanding to know how you’ve been.

“We’re heading to 79’s later,” Jesse smiled, “You gotta come Y/N. I wanna hear about your adventures to the outer rim.”

“Especially me,” Fives trotted forwards shoving you playfully aside before embracing his brother Echo, “Vod!” He hugged Echo tight. Echo relaxed into his hug and gave him a curt smile. “How you doing?” Fives asked, wrapping his arm around Echo’s shoulder before walking off with him towards the barracks to no doubt catch up.

“I got a replacement due,” you sighed, “I can’t drink but I’ll stop by for a bit to catch up!”

They all seemed to light up at that, “See you there, kid!” Captain Rex gave you a nod and turned on his heel to get back to work and make sure the General’s Venator was getting proper maintenance.

“C’mon, Pip,” Hunter was leading the others towards the medical campus for their quarterlies.

You huffed, “Coming, Sarge.”

“Pip?” You heard the others laugh a bit at your new nickname when you trailed off behind your new unit. Damn their long legs you were struggling to hold pace with them.

Crosshair gave you an incredulous look watching you try to catch up. You gave it right back to him.

“Miss your precious Regs?” He sneered. You didn’t miss the way Tech’s shoulders stiffened. Wrecker and Hunter pretended not to hear, but you knew they did. You suddenly missed having Echo as your defense.

“What?” You looked at him.

“You heard me,” he growled.

“Of course I missed my old unit. I haven’t seen them in six standard months, Crosshair.”

“That all?” He was cold.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped and crossed your arms forcing him to stop walking.

Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “Throwing yourself at a bunch of alphas like a bitch in hea-”

“Enough!” Hunter growled.

Your cheeks burned red. How dare he. You looked to Wrecker and then Tech but the looks on their faces didn’t exactly show any support for you. Did they agree?…Maker. Wrecker lowered his gaze which surprised you the most.

Crosshair never really said much to you besides if you asked him an immediate question about his health or an injury. He usually somewhat avoided you. But you never thought he disliked you, at least up until now. The disgust was obvious on his face.

You just shook your head and continued stalking towards the medical campus, ignoring Hunter’s call. Your shore-leave was becoming more and more desirable by the second. You wanted space especially from Mr. dark and gloomy.

Deciding you’ve had enough of them, you detoured for your department entrance leaving them to go into the main medical campus alone. You knew Tech had all of your reports stowed on his datapad records. They would survive without you at least for now. You thought you heard Wrecker whimper behind you, but the sound of ion engines priming drowned out the rest before you stepped inside the medic clinic. Fuck Crosshair. What a dickhead.

You shook your head knowing you had other things to focus on besides his stupid little attitude.

Passing through multiple security clearances, you stepped into the sterile clinic’s main lobby.

“Medic Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar soft voice.

“Hi Layla.” You smiled sweetly at the nurse who you came to know during your training program. Being an omega, she opted to stay on base instead of venturing out into the battle fronts she was definitely more gentle mannered than yourself. You preferred some action and excitement.

“In for your quarterly’s?”

"Yeah, and I need a new replacement implant," you muttered as you trailed behind Layla toward one of the deserted exam rooms. The clinical white walls felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaotic memories you shared here. You reminisced about your early days serving the GAR, where Layla and you tended to wounded soldiers and even brushed shoulders with the occasional Jedi. But that was before you were transferred to General Skywalker’s unit, thrust into the heart of battle and endless repairs for him and his Padawan. You missed the simplicity of those days, the camaraderie with Layla.

”How’s the 501st treating you?" Layla's voice broke through your reverie as she handed you a crumpled paper gown.

"I got transferred to Special Forces 99," you replied, shedding your uniform behind the flimsy curtain. "They��re a different breed, that's for sure."

"Clone Force 99?" Layla's eyebrows rose in curiosity.

“Yeah.” you confirmed, feeling a flicker of amusement at her reaction.

As Layla chewed on her pen, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "The Sergeant’s pretty hot."

Your cheeks flushed, and you nearly stumbled over your words before recovering. “Layla…” You gawked.

She giggled and sat down on her roller stool. "Don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it."

Well, obviously you’ve thought about it. They’re all honestly pretty hot, but you’d never admit that out loud.

"Now where have you seen Hunter like that?" you giggled at her cheekiness.

"I watch the holonet streams every once in a while. Especially after the retrieval on Skako Minor, General Skywalker and Sergeant CT-9901 were all over the holonet for weeks," she mused. "An omega’s wet dream."

You screamed and threw your boot at her. You two looked at each other momentarily before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Man, you missed Layla. Honestly, you just missed having another girl to talk to. This was such a refresher from the overwhelming amount of Alpha.

You hopped up on the table, lying down, trying to get comfortable.

"What’s he like?" her tone shifted into mischief.

You hesitated, memories of Hunter flooding your mind. "He’s… different. Polite, I guess."

Layla raised an eyebrow, her expression demanding the truth. “Girl…” she slapped your shoulder, grabbing her scanner to document your entire system from head to toe.

"Well, I don’t know!" you put your hands up in defense. "He’s quite the gentleman. None of them so much as look, Layla, I swear."

She just looked at you with a raised brow while she continued her work, “Yeah right.”

"But…" you smirked, watching her work, "I do know the tattoos go to his feet…" you bit your lip.

Now it was her turn to choke. "You’re lying…" Her interest was piqued.

You shook your head. "Full skeleton all the way down his arm, ribs, thigh…"

You two sighed.

She finished her scan and input the data before sliding her roller chair right next to you. "Everywhere?"

You raised a brow. "Everywhere," you confirmed with a nod.

She put her hand over her chest in a dramatic manner before prepping the numbing agent for your implant.

You remembered the day you found out this information about your Sergeant. Up until this point, you’d only seen maybe an arm or some knuckles in your medical repairs, but this time Hunter had taken a pretty bad hit to his side and thigh. Multiple blaster wounds had torn him up, and Tech had helped him limp back to the ship before they both collapsed on the floor. You had flung yourself out of your bunk at the commotion only to realize what had happened.

Tech helped you tear off Hunter’s armor and helmet, trying to figure out where the wounds were. Luckily, they hadn’t gone through, and it was mostly just surface wounds, but you still had to cut through his blacks to get to it, leaving his entire left side exposed. He had growled at you, but Tech had set him straight. He was just in pain.

That’s when you realized his entire left side was tattooed like his face, all the way down to his feet. You mumbled a quick apology before starting your cleaning process and bacta application.

The wounds had healed up nicely, but he had to re-tattoo the fresh skin the next time they had shore-leave. You had also stowed away the information of how muscular he was. The man was truly a work of art.

A sharp jab snapped you out of your memories when Layla removed the old suppressor implant. You yelped when the new one went in, making you a bit dizzy with pain. You hissed when she retracted the mechanism.

"There we go," she beamed. "Good as new."

"Thanks, Layla," you said, sitting up, letting her bandage the small incision wound with a bacta patch. The soothing coldness was immediate. You sighed in relief as the pain dulled.

"I told Rex I’d be at 79’s later, if you want to come?" you offered, slipping from the table to give her a hug.

"As much as I’d love to play with the captain, I have so much work to catch up on for quarterly's. I better stay here," she sighed, pushing her chair back into place. "But you have fun, and enjoy your time off. Come back to visit if you get bored."

You giggled. "I will." And with that, she left you to change back into your uniform before leaving the medic’s clinic. The hangar bay was significantly more empty now as you made your way over to civilian transport. After exiting the security checkpoint, you made your way over to the clone transport. "Can you take me to residential?" you asked the officer in the pilot’s seat. He gave you a nod, and you settled back into the transport’s seats. With a sigh, you were finally starting to relax a bit. You knew the boys were probably already back at their barracks after their examinations, so you knew they wouldn’t be bothering you for at least a few rotations.

When you finally arrived to the GAR residential building you gave the driver a thanks before hoping out and skipping over to the front door. You couldn’t wait to get to your quarters and enjoy a long hot shower. Swiping your clearance card, you dashed into the elevator to your floor and into your room. It smelled like you needed to open a window but other then that is was just as you left it. Knowing you’d have to get some food delivered, you gave a dramatic sigh while kicking off your regulation boots. You went to unzip your uniform top when you heard the swish of clothing and a familiar scoff.

You turned suddenly seeing Crosshair standing in your kitchen in his civvies looking tall and menacing.

“Maker! Crosshair!” You put a hand on your chest, “You scared me!”

“Sorry little one.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.

You looked around suddenly remembering you’re in YOUR apartment.

“What the hell are you doing here Crosshair?” You narrowed your gaze at him getting mad all over again.

“Hunter is making me apologize for earlier.” He grumbled around his toothpick.

You hummed, “How did you get in here?”

He held up the Sergeant’s entry card. Of course… dammit Hunter.

“Here.” He slid your duffle across the floor to you. A peace offering. You were grateful for that at least.

A deep pang in your shoulder made you grimace “Thanks.” You unzipped your uniform top leaving you in your bindings not caring if he looked. He didn’t seem phased anyways. The bacta patch stained red with your blood. He narrowed his eyes to the incision. You knelt down to your duffle and pulled out your field kit. You grabbed a dose of pain killer and brought the injector up to the wound site. You pressed the mechanism and the needle stabbed you quickly injecting the medicine. You rolled your shoulder and replaced the bacta patch seeing the wound turning to a simple line. Soon it would be gone in a few hours.

“So?” You looked at the tall sniper.

He lifted a brow.

You crossed your arms, “Your apology?”

He snorted and stood up straight before walking past you.

“Sorry.” He mumbled before stepping back out into the hallway and disappearing.

You sighed knowing that was all you’re going to get from the grumpy soldier. Whatever, you’d take it.

~~~

The shower that followed was worth it. You had never felt so clean in your few years in this universe. The piping hot water cleansed you of three standard months of sweat, bomb residue, and blood. You scrubbed and scrubbed until your skin flared red before you stepped out of the shower to get ready. Throwing on your favorite civvies and some makeup, you quickly dried your hair before throwing on your regulation boots. Grabbing your com and a few credits. You practically skipped out of your apartment making a beeline for 79’s. You couldn’t wait to catch up with your old friends.

When you arrived, you heard an uproar of men yelling your name. You looked over to see Fives, Jesse, Kix, and the others wave you over.

“Tiny!” You got tackled by Fives. He put you in a headlock and ruffled your hair despite your cries. You shoved him off of you knowing he must have scented you in the process.

“Ugh! Fives you reek.” You scrunched your nose smelling the alpha on him it was stronger then usual.

“Sorry tiny.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck, “We gotta get our implants replaced too.”

You shook your head and plopped down in the booth next to Kix with a laugh. He shoved the snack plate in your face continuing his conversation with another soldier to his right. You were starving and started munching down on the mantell mix.

“Hope that wont be a problem kid.” Rex smiled at you.

You just yanked your collar down to show them the patch, “All good captain.”

That made them relax. The 501st is many things, but they were always chivalrous towards you. Being their favorite omega and all, they had always taken a very protective stance with you. None of them tried anything and they had always kept away the creeps. You were thankful for their protection.

Your current hoard of alphas though, you didn’t really know where you stood with them. They kind of pretended like you weren’t there. You quickly realized they weren’t used to working with strangers, and an omega of all things. At first they treated you like a fragile little thing. Like they were worried they’d step on you. They couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t really blame them. Eventually it wore off and they seemed to become a bit more comfortable with your presence. Until it became normal. Except Crosshair, he never seemed to warm up to you and kept you at arms length.

“So how’s your new unit?” Fives asked sounding a bit jealous.

You giggled, “They’re.. nice.”

They all looked at you.

“What?” You shrunk under their looks. Even Rex stared.

“Nice?” Jesse laughed.

“That’s not exactly the word I’d use.” Rex raised a brow, “You’re okay, right kid?”

You opened your mouth in shock, “Guys I’m okay. I swear.”

They visibly relaxed.

“Look, it took some getting used to. I don’t think they’ve ever been around strangers before they’re very close. Clearly. Eventually they warmed up. Except the sniper. I think he might actually not like me.”

Fives just scoffed, “It’s because your’e hot cyar’ika”

Jesse punched him in the stomach. Fives doubled over and everyone at the table grumbled at him. You just felt your cheeks burn up and you hid behind Kix’s shoulder.

“Fives…” Rex sighed.

“What?” He choked out, “I’m just saying. I don’t think those defects have been anywhere near a woman much less an omega. Aye!” He blocked Jesse’s punch again.

“What omega?” You heard a gruff voice approach.

It was Commander Wolffe and the pack still in uniform. Rex got up and clapped him on the shoulder getting him settled in. He placed his helmet on the table and peered over at you.

“I don’t think we’ve met cyar’ika.” He grinned at you showing off his scar and grey iris.

You felt your heart rate increase under his intense stare. You could tell this alpha was seasoned, first generation from the looks of him. You were certain that if you didn’t have your implant, you'd be keening for his attention. Instead, you submissively lowered your gaze and leaned into Kix a bit. He wrapped an arm around you and looked up at the Commander, saying, “This is Y/N; we call her Tiny.” He shook you playfully, adding, “She used to be our medic. Now she’s with the 99’s.”

Wolffe let out a low whistle. “The 99’s? Must be exciting. Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, extending a hand, which you took, giving it a good shake. His calloused fingers lingered a bit as he ran them over your soft knuckles.

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you said, “Nice to meet you, Commander,” giving him a polite smile.

He smiled back, clearly pleased with your attention. Oh, he liked you, you thought to yourself. He then gently released your hand and turned to his men. “Let’s get a round of drinks. We’re off for quarterly’s!”

His men let out a whooping shout, and the waitress took down their orders. The pack quickly became rowdy, opting for roughhousing with each other and the shinies. After a long while of dodging his gaze and eating the food Kix placed in front of you, you decided you needed a cold glass of water and squeezed out from under Kix’s arm. The stench of so many alphas was starting to become too much, even with the implant. You were praying they couldn’t smell the nervousness on you.

Walking up to the bar, the woman smiled at you. She recognized you, as you usually spent your time with the boys when you were off. She gave you a little wave and bounced over, asking what you wanted.

“Just water for me,” you smiled. She smiled back and went to fill up your glass.

“What’s a pretty little omega doing in a place like this?” a shiny walked up to you, placing himself uncomfortably close to your back. You turned, facing him square on. Despite all clones being created as alphas, this one was young and stupid. Your omega instincts told you he’d be a weak mate. You noticed the lack of markings and scratches on his armor. He’s barely seen anything, you realized.

“I’m here with my friends,” you replied curtly, taking the glass of ice water from the bartender with a nod. You went to move away, but he caught your arm in a tight grip. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to assert his dominance and stop you from leaving. You just looked at his hand and then up to his face.

“I wasn’t done with you… omega,” he leered, leaning forward to run his nose closer to your scent glands. Your heart rate increased for all the wrong reasons. Fear started to creep up inside you the longer he had his hands on you. Now you wished Fives had scented you for real.

“Why are you messing with my medic?”

You stiffened.

Hunter’s smokey voice cut through the music of the club making your entire spine tingle. Hunter had used his Alpha tone making you tremble in spot. The shiny suddenly looked up eyes going wide. He quickly released you and saluted Hunter.“Sorry Seargant. I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Hmm” Hunter dismissed him and grabbed you by the same arm the shiny had just moments ago, except this time the touch didn’t feel dangerous. Instead it made your stomach flip. He’d never touched you unless it was for medical purposes. You couldn’t help the little preen inside you bubbling up. Alpha Protects. He lead you past the shiny and over to an empty booth in the back of the club. You could hear Layla’s voice ringing in your head. She’d be eating this up right now. You prayed your pheromones didn’t give you away.

He finally let you go when you reached the booth waiting for you to slide in. You immediately missed the warmth of his bare hand. You realized they were all in their civvies, well except tech, he still had his helmet near by. The rest of them slid into the booth following suit.

“She’s smells like Regs.” Wrecker crinkled his nose. Between, Fives, Kix, and the shiny you knew you reeked.

“Sorry.” You mumbled taking a sip of your water still a little pissed with them.

“You okay pip?” Hunter asked looking you in the eyes. You suddenly shied away from his gaze looking down at his shirt collar nodding. His eyes were too intense. You usually didn’t have a problem, but you were still trebling from the effects of his voice lingering.

“Did something happen?” Tech asked from around Hunter’s shoulder.

“I’m alright. Just a dumb shiny.” You felt like you were being suffocated by their stares.

They laughed a bit at that.

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore.” Wrecker shoved you under his arm and rubbed his scent all over you. You coughed and sputtered trying to shove him away but it was no use. Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Alright Wrecker enough.” Hunter sighed looking down at you drowning in alpha, “She’s covered.”

“Ugh.” You tried to straightening out your hair and top a bit, “Easy next time big guy. I think every alpha for a mile can smell me now.”

He just gleamed. You couldn’t help but be a bit grateful. It seems like everyone was due for an updated implant. The smells were getting to be out of control. No one would come near you now. Even the rough housing seemed to be a little aggressive than usual. They had asked you about the wolf pack but you just shrugged watching their rough housing turn into full on brawls.

The boys continued talking about something random that Tech had info dumped about and Wrecker of course was confused. You continued to sip on your ice water before you heard your name being called. You popped your head up from the booth to find Fives looking for you. You sighed and put your cup down. Part of you didn’t want to go back because of the attention the commander was giving you, but the other part of you wanted to spend some time with Rex and the boys. Damn these alphas.

Opting to stay where you were, Fives and the boys decided to come over towards you. Knowing this was probably going to go badly, you shrunk into the booth. Hunter eyed you before he heard Crosshair snarl. A large group of Regs came trotting over to come socialize like a bunch of drunk pups. They all pulled up chairs and surrounded the booth with their rambunctiousness.

“Where’d you go Tiny?” Jesse was sloshed. Leaning over Fives who was barely holding himself together.

“Tiny, did you see the way the commander was looking at you?” Fives shoved Jesse off of him, “I think he’s trying to-” he jiggled his brows suggestively at you and you just shook your head and wanted to melt into the table. Please not this. Not with my commanding officer present. Not my very hot commanding officer present. You wanted to slap Layla why did she have to start putting these thoughts into your head.

“Commander Wolffe?” Tech asked for clarification.

Fives just nodded taking another big sip from his cup.

“Someone shoot me.” You covered your face you were too sober for this conversation. You could feel Crosshairs smirk from across the table.

“Awh pip.” Wrecker just grabbed you again and shook you around, “The Commander thinks you’re prettyyyy.”

Fives and Jesse giggled. Hunter and the others just looked uncomfortable. Obviously they weren’t the most social, nor playful. This was just embarrassing. Your only comfort was Wrecker. He was always the nicest anyways. You just tucked yourself into his side forgetting his betrayal earlier.

“The Commander wants to rut with Y/N?” Tech asked.

“Maker.” You wanted to dissipate into thin air.

“Mhmm.” Jesse and Fives nodded with cheesy grins, “she gave him the eyes.”

You scoffed, “I did not!”

“Yeah you did!” Fives giggles. He then looked at Jesse and re-enacted the whole scene dramatically, “It’s nice to meet you commander.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jesse and held his hand. You groaned and put your head down on the table.

“I need a drink.” You whimpered not able to take the teasing.

“Is that wise?” Tech chimed in, “You just had your implant replaced. It’s advised to not drink for the first 24 hours or else it may be ineffective.”

“Kriff.” You sighed.

“And that’s my cue to come rescue Tiny.” Kix interjected and yanked you up from the booth taking you far away from this painfully awkward conversation. You thanked him profusely letting him guide you.

“You’re nervous when you’re sober.” He laughed walking over to the dance floor with you.

“I’m nervous because of my Sergeant.” You whisper in his ear. He just gives you a questionable look. You laugh and shake your head, “A friend of mine said something today and I can’t get it out of my stupid omega head.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow dancing to the beat.

“Shut up.” You laughed praying Hunter couldn’t hear you over the yelling and music, “They also don’t like the “Regs,” you shook your head.

“Well I know why.” He replied spinning you around.

“Why?” You asked swaying to the beat.

“Everyone was so mean to them growing up. Kids are horrible you know. But because they’re different they definitely dealt with a lot during training days.” Kix informed you. Suddenly everything made sense. Especially why Crosshair can’t seem to socialize with Regs to save his life.

“Plus, the Captain decked the sniper on Skako Minor.” Kix said cheekily.

You dropped your jaw, “Rex?” You couldn’t believe it. There’s no way level headed Rex lost it with Crosshair.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “They got into it while trying to find Echo.”

“No way.” You couldn’t believe it. While dancing you peered over at the table to find the four 99’s watching you completely ignoring the drunk shenanigans from the 501st boys. The only one interacting was Echo. You could tell there was a part of him that missed his brothers. They continued to drink and talk amongst themselves while you and Kix danced on the floor. Some of the other 501st boys joined you before linking up with pretty omegas vying for their attention. Clearly their interests were else where.

You definitely didn’t miss the way the Commander seemed to be unable to take his eyes off of you from his chair. You chose to ignore him.

An alpha like that could send you into heat with or without an implant. You however had a job to do, and being stuck in his bed for a week wouldn’t suffice. The mortification of even thinking about returning to the Marauder after that. You couldn’t even go there. Crosshair would literally never let you hear the end of it. He might shove you out of the airlock when you weren’t expecting it.

Kix seemed to be reading your mind and elected to giggle. You slapped him on the arm and he feigned injury. Just then, you noticed the Commander stand and seemingly decide to come your way. Feeling there to flee, you quickly hugged Kix and made a dart for the door. Grabbing your comm you let the boys know you’d be returning to your apartment but to your dismay, Hunter replied…

“Don’t bother we just got special orders. We’re shipping out tonight.” He sounded tired. So much for shore-leave.

“Ugh.” You whined turning to the taxi waiting by the club entrance. You put your comm away in your pocket and fished around for a few credits ignoring the way the cool evening air chilled your skin.

“Something wrong Cyar’ika?” The gruff voice you were dreading came from behind you. Damn your omega tendencies. You turned keeping your eyes lowered.

“Everything is alright Commander.” You replied sweetly, “I just got informed my break has been cut short. We ship out again tonight.”

He sighed stepping forwards and placed his pointer finger under your chin to tilt your head up. You nearly whimpered looking into his scarred eye. Alpha’s strong. Alpha likes you. Alpha smells good. Really good. You wanted to whine when his eye zeroed in on yours. He wanted your eyes on him that was for certain. Maybe a breakout heat with the Commander wouldn’t be too bad…

“Well if you ever need anything you let me know, yeah?” The Commander smiled wolfishly at you and released you. You took a deep breath and took a step back and nodded your head.

“Y/N?” You heard Tech’s call come to your rescue, “Do you need a ride?”

You grabbed your comm and quickly responded with shaking hands, “Yeah that would be nice thank you Tech.”

It wasn’t long until their speeder arrived and you turned back to the Commander who had no issue walking you over to your unit. You could tell by Hunter skeptical glance that he was trying to figure out the situation. The Commander passed you over to your men and have you a nod before putting his helmet back on and walking back into the club.

“What was that about?” Hunter asked with a raised brow.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You shook your head and practically dove into the speeder.

“Did the Commander proposition you?” Tech asked pushing his glasses back up.

You squeaked and hid in the backseat.

“Stop bothering her.” Echo shook his head. Thank the maker for Echo.

“It was a harmless question.” Tech justified, “As we were talking about his strange attentions earlier and Y/N’s even more unordinary response according to the Regs.”

You looked out the window of the speeder at the endless city below, “I’m going to jump.” You half joked.

“Tech please drop it.” Echo implored, “You’re making her uncomfortable… and me.”

“It’s just biological responses.” Tech grumbled into his data pad, “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You sighed. This was going to be another long mission, and then you were going to take it upon yourself to insure you got a vacation. Hopefully there was something Rex could do to get you some time off for real this time far away from all of these men.

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This part one, I'll be posting regularly to this story, I hope y'all enjoy!

#bad batch #abo #abobadbatch #smut #fanfic #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #echo #501st #cloneforce99 #79's #star wars #clonewars

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laughhardrunfastbekindsblog · 8 months ago

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Okay, my one and only major complaint about Bad Batch is that I don't think they handled Tech's death properly (I still don't think they should have killed him off at all, but here we are; and even if they intend(ed) to leave things open-ended to maybe bring him back later, the titular characters in the show wouldn't have known that); and with all the reasons I've seen floating out there as to WHY Tech's death was handled the way it was and why the characters reacted the way they did (or didn't), I just want to explain why none of the "reasons" cut it for me. If you're satisfied with how Tech was handled in season 3, I am genuinely happy for you (and lowkey jealous, ngl 😉). I've just been thinking about this a lot and need to spell it out!

Reason #1: "Why do we need to see more of the characters mourning? What we got was enough. We don't need a 2 hour episode that's all about the characters grieving." (Yes, someone actually used "2 hours" in their argument.)

Let's recap what we got: 1) A scene where Echo looks sadly at the Marauder's pilot seat, Wrecker actually sheds some tears (bless him), Omega's in denial, and Hunter tells Omega they're going to retire on Pabu because Tech is gone... followed up almost immediately by the villain dropping off broken goggles as the only proof that Tech was ever on Eriadu; 2) a scene where the audience is shown Tech's goggles but Hunter doesn't interact with them- instead, he looks at Lula, proving that his driving motivation is recovering Omega (which is fine when taken from the perspective that he can't do anything about Tech, whereas he can do something for Omega; but that perspective is ultimately just headcanon because the show never reiterates or follows up on this); 3) Wrecker alluding to Tech (not by name) to try to convince Hunter to be more cautious; 4) Omega name-dropping Tech (wait, does Crosshair even know what happened?... yay for context clues, I guess); 5) Echo name-dropping Tech in relation to data decryption with the team looking down sadly for 5 seconds (I timed it) before Crosshair changes the subject; 6) Phee name-dropping Tech in relation to her not knowing what m-count is; 7) Crosshair referring to Tech's information on Ventress; 8) Omega leaving Tech's goggles in the Archeum with none of her brothers around (hot take: it kinda bothers me that the goggles are given the same treatment as Lula, I totally understand the context/deeper meaning of Omega leaving her childhood behind by leaving Lula, but we're talking about the one relic they have of their fallen and irreplaceable brother being given the same emotional weight as a doll); 9) Phee referring to Tech having a discussion with her about Crosshair while Tech's goggles are in the background (and, noticeably, Crosshair doesn't react at all and just changes the subject back to needing a ship); 10) Crosshair says the squad died with Tech, Wrecker says Tech understood the risks, and that's that.

So, what we got was enough to establish that the characters were sad in the immediate aftermath of Tech's death, that some of them may have stayed sad about it all through season 3, and that the show didn't completely forget that Tech had been a main character at one point.

What we DON'T get is any real reference to what Tech meant to the family as an individual and a brother, any real indication of how the loss of Tech (distinct from the mission to save Omega) influences his family's actions or the story's overall narrative, any actual acknowledgement in the show of Tech's sacrifice having any meaning or the family moving past grief to express any form of gratitude for Tech's presence and influence on their lives, any reference to Tech having a true impact on 4 of his 5 siblings (Omega is the closest we get to witnessing Tech's continued influence on any of his siblings and even seeing that involves squinting/head tilts at times)... in other words, we get a few minutes of sadness, but never any catharsis. We see they miss him, but never does this truly inform the narrative or their decisions in season 3, AND it's left frustratingly vague where the characters are in the grieving process (more on that later).

Besides, no one (that I have come across, at least) was ever asking for a 2 hour episode. At most, Kanan got a 22-minute "eulogy" episode, and most of us aren't even asking for that. I'd have been at least minimally satisfied with a "Mayday moment" for Tech - and that scene lasted a grand total of 20 seconds. What would have been more satisfying would have been the show taking all those superficial name drops and converting at least a few of them into meaningful mentions indicating what Tech means to his brothers and/or how he continues to have an influence on his family and/or how his sacrifice is a motivating factor for them.

Reason #2: "There was no time."

Leaving aside the fact that there was apparently plenty of time and opportunity to make Tech (among others) a red herring...

Let's assume that the showrunners were not only told they only had 1 season left to wrap everything up, but were given highly specific time allotments for each episode to where they weren't allowed to add any scenes (I highly doubt this is what happened, but we're rolling with the "no time" thing here). You know what you do in that scenario when you're talking about something like following up on a main character's death that clearly has left your entire fanbase in an uproar? You MAKE time: you trim down the action scenes, you make the characters walk a little bit faster, you decide whether an extended scene of Echo giving Omega a crossbow that is never going to show up again is actually worth saving (I actually like the scene, by the way; just giving an example), you cut out a few of the extremely vague lines of dialogue Fennec and Asajj indulge in. What you DON'T do is kill off a beloved main character and then rely on convenient time lapses/time skips to just brush over all the fallout apart from a few name drops that do nothing to establish just how important said character was to the other characters in the show.

What's more, they could have EASILY included some true closure with ANY of the Tech name-drops/scenes that were already in the show. Have Hunter look at Tech's goggles before looking beyond them at Lula in 3.02. Have the brothers be present with Omega when she decides to leave Tech's goggles in the Archeum in 3.11. Have any of the brothers say one meaningful line about Tech while they're otherwise silently basking in the sunshine in the end scene on Pabu in 3.15!

Reason #3: "They're soldiers."

Of all the reasons given for why Tech's death was mishandled, I dislike this one the most. What does CF99 being soldiers have to do with the aftermath of Tech's death being reduced to perfunctory allusions? (If you want to get into the argument that soldiers in general have to figure out a way to "move on" and The Clone Wars didn't really spend any time on the clones processing losses after battles, let me just say I don't care for how this topic is covered in The Clone Wars either, and Bad Batch was a golden opportunity for the Star Wars franchise to move past this unfortunate trope.) Fallen soldiers in real life get memorials/funerals too, even if it's months after the battle. Fallen soldiers are honored and remembered by their families and those closest to them. If the show is trying to push the stereotype that soldiers move on from tragic deaths of comrades by being "stoic" and holding it all in and never talking about it, I strongly disagree with the perpetuation of this stereotype; and if the characters as soldiers actually DID grieve Tech in a healthy way, why didn't the show depict it?

Reason #4: "Star Wars writers don't know how to write meaningful scenes/payoff regarding death and characters dealing with death/loss."

The Bad Batch writers proved time and again how brilliant they are at writing emotional storylines with maximum payoff. Case in point: Mayday. Enough said (I'm writing too much on this general topic as it is).

Reason #5: "They got over it."

Maybe I'm reading things wrong, but a rather drastic change in behavior for one character (going from cautious and weighing all risks, to reckless and jumping headfirst into situations without proper backup), and another character including Tech's death as just one reason why he "deserves" to go on a suicide mission, does not read to me as the characters "getting over it." It reads to me as "avoidance behavior" and "continued internal conflict." (Granted, Hunter's more reckless behavior in season 3 likely had as much to do with the Omega situation as it did Tech's death, but the point still stands. And if the point DOESN'T still stand, then I've got even MORE issues with how this plotline was handled, so we'll just keep assuming it does.)

Furthermore, if the characters had truly "gotten over it," there shouldn't have been any hesitation or issue with them discussing and honoring Tech in meaningful ways.

Reason #6: "They DIDN'T get over it."

Right, and we ended the show that way, with no clear resolution to them actually coming to terms with Tech's death and honoring his memory. Great.

Reason #7: "Whatever. It's good Tech stayed dead. Tech's sacrifice meant something."

... Did it? Did it really? I mean, I know I say quite frequently that Tech's sacrifice is what made the happy ending possible for the others (because that's the only thought that got me through a rewatch of season 3). But the show, the narrative itself, certainly doesn't act like it really meant anything. Hunter says in the season 2 finale that they "weren't going to waste Tech's sacrifice" because they were going to retire on Pabu... and that discussion promptly gets forgotten and never brought up again, not even when the squad is trying to stay off the Empire's radar in season 3 after Omega returns. Never is there any discussion that "not wasting Tech's sacrifice" by hiding on Pabu to make sure no one else dies (a very understandable reaction, of course) also goes against the very mission Tech pushed for in the first place: rescuing Crosshair. Never do we hear Omega tell Crosshair, "Tech didn't give up on you, I'm not giving up on you, that's why you ARE going to escape with me." Never is there any talk about "Tech wanted us to live and stay together, so that is what we are going to do." Never is there any acknowledgement at the end of the show that they are all going to live in peace on Pabu because Tech made sure they could live.

The last half of season 4 of Rebels is full of references to Kanan's sacrifice actually meaning something and having direct tangible consequences not only for the family but for Lothal and the Rebellion. For one thing, the show itself literally spells out that the mission to shut down the Imperial factories on Lothal was actually a success because all the fuel reserves were destroyed - Kanan had died, but the mission had succeeded and directly led to the success of the bigger mission to completely free Lothal, and while this is very poor consolation for the loss of Kanan, at least the show openly acknowledged it. Kanan and his influence is also openly credited for Ezra foiling Palpatine's plans with the Jedi Temple and the WBW, Ezra learning to let go and again disrupting Palpatine's plans in the finale, and doing what was needed to ensure Lothal was fully freed.

Imagine how different Rebels would be if Kanan's death had been treated like Tech's: no mention that his role on the mission had any impact whatsoever. No reference to Ezra or any other member of the Ghost crew living up to what Kanan had taught them all - or, at best, there's a perfunctory reference in the epilogue that Ezra decided to keep using the Force the way Kanan had taught him to. No depiction of Ezra or Hera or Sabine or Zeb accepting Kanan's death and letting go of the pain while holding on to the memories. Nothing to show that any of the Ghost crew members act in memory of Kanan or that he is a motivating influence on them. No indication that Kanan's sacrifice drives Ezra to decide to follow up on their initial success with the factories and ultimately completely drive the Empire from Lothal.

Rebels just wouldn't be nearly as fulfilling.

Now, imagine if Tech's death had been treated like Kanan's, and maybe it will become more clear why I have a REALLY hard time agreeing with the argument that the show itself actually depicted Tech's death as "meaning something."

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #i guess this is fandom salt #because i just don't see any reason why tech's fate couldn't have been given the care and attention it deserved #tbb tech #tbb season 3 spoilers #star wars rebels #star wars rebels spoilers

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aynavaano · 9 months ago

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Masterlist

All my fics are x f!reader, no use of Y/N, reader sometimes has a nickname. All fics are smut/NSFW, minors do not interact.

Bad Batch

Hunter

Tech is always right (comfort/wet hunter/shower sex)

Tell me you want me (sex with your Sarge)

Sunsets on Pabu (beach sex with old Hunter)

Crosshair

Cross x you series starts in S3 EP6 on Rex base on Teth

Part 1- Say my name

(sex at first sight)

Part 2- We all have a hunger

(threesome with Hunter/competition)

Part 3- What kind of man loves like this

(jealous Cross/Pabu festival)

Part 4- No light

(slight angst/injured Cross/soft sex)

Part 5- It's always darkest before the dawn (cockwarming/hurt/comfort)

Part 6- Do i look moderate to you ?

(jealous Cross/rough sex/semi public)

Part 7- coming soon

Part 8- coming soon

Heaven is Here (Old Cross on Pabu/domestic fluff/wife kink)

Tech

Beautifully blind (first time sex fic)

Poly Batch

The cuddle pile (comfort fluff with a bit of smut)

Wolffe

Coming soon

Kinktober

Week 1

The light of Umbara - Rex/501st - exhibitionism/recording of masturbation

Relax mesh’la- Wrecker - thigh riding/public fingering

Dark Paradise - misc. Clones - anonymous sex/group sex

Week 2

Good boy - Hunter - face sitting/submission

Babygirl - Crosshair - dominance/choking/overstimulation

(…)

Week 3

Feral - Hunter - primal play/biting/bruising

(…)

Week 4

Read on AO3

#the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #masterlist #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #smut

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winterhopeinferorose · 10 months ago

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Predictions for the last episode.

1. Cx 2 is tech.

2. Emeri dies saving the children

3. Echo contacts rex

4. Wrecker does something really cool

5. Crosshair ends hemlock

6. Hunter dies saving omega

7. Omega leaves the batch to train as a jedi

8. The rest of the batch goes with rex to join the resistance.

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

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heyclickadee · 1 year ago

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Okay, a few thoughts on the trailer now that I’ve collected my thoughts a bit:

1. Between the shots of the crashed ship and Omega in the cockpit, it’s looking like a self-rescue on Omega’s part. At this point I’m thinking she gets herself and Crosshair out, and then, based on the shots of Cross with the batch, gets separated from him at some point. He rejoins the batch, and she is…somewhere else. Though I don’t know if that means she goes back to Tantiss.

2. It’s entirely possible that she gets got by one of the bounty Hunters in the trailer, and that’s what separates her from Crosshair.

3. I do think that it is Crosshair in the armor, but other possibilities include: one, Tech, who may not have his own armor anymore and needed to wear something protective on short notice, and; two, Hunter’s having a real bad time and is actually hallucinating Crosshair being with them. I don’t think that’s the case though—I think it really is Crosshair.

4. It’s also possible that those shots with Crosshair are from a little later on in the season.

5. Poor Omega’s going to be in Tantiss for months.

6. I swear Hunter looks like he’s lost weight. Like. I know a lot of the fandom is deep in the Crosshair and Tech are twins sauce (and honestly, I am too, I adore that head-canon and basically think if it as canon), but darn it if Hunter isn’t getting so drawn he’s starting to look a little like Crosshair.

7. I find it weirdly amusing that the half the trailer in which the bad batch actually features is mostly taken up by Hunter and Wrecker doing Adventure Man things. I get the sense they were scrounging to find shots of the batchers that weren’t massively spoilery (and they still put those shots of Crosshair in. Which, admittedly, is one of the things that makes me slightly suspicious of that being Crosshair at all, because that could be a misdirect, but only slightly).

8. I’m going to laugh if it turns out that Cid hired all of the bounty hunters we see to find Omega. Like, if that’s what she uses the money she got from Hemlock for, and she’s basically trying to get Omega out of the situation she got Omega into and goes a little overboard on the means.

9. Ventress! I’ll be honest, Ventress has never been at the top of my favorite character list, though I’ve warmed up to her quite a bit (I used to like the idea of her more than the execution), but I always love Nika Futterman’s performance, and I’m intrigued to see Ventress here at the very least. Because. How. She was very dead. Very, very dead. Not “fell into The Mists” dead—she had a funeral after being dead for months. My only thoughts are that were either seeing her in a flashback sequence that takes place before Dark Disciple, or it turns out that nightsisters can use their force magic to do some weird shit after getting hit by lightning. Either way, I don’t think she’s fighting Wrecker and Hunter here—that’s just some misleading editing.

10. Man, I hope Hemlock dies a lot.

11. Anyway, speaking of the dead and those back from it, Tech is so alive and I’m trying to not be the Smuggest of Gremlins until we for sure see him, but jeez are they making that difficult. (I checked the trailer release blurb on the Star Wars dot com page—it doesn’t mention Tech being dead. It just says the team is “scattered” after the events of season two. Like. Guys, you’re not even trying anymore.)

12. And more on Tech, I do think it’s possible—possible, mind you—that Tech is the guy we see in the clone X armor in front of what looks like the Archium. There are some small differences between that armor and both the armor we see on Clone X in season two, and the Clone X we see speaking later in the trailer—namely, the shoulder straps, what looks like a glass visor covering the two eyeholes, and *sigh* the pouches. And it’s the straps and the pouches that are giving him a bit more of a Tech-ish silhouette—especially the pouches, and especially from behind. If it is Tech, though, I don’t think it’s a brainwashed Tech at all (and honestly, it’s the pouches that make me lean towards not brainwashed if it is Tech in there, because a shin pouch is just a very Tech-and-not-blank-slate thing to wear).

I actually think it’s more likely that it’s Tech in disguise and having taken the armor from the Clone X we see later in the trailer (with some adjustments of his own), and that that’s what’s being referred to by the titles “Infiltration” and “Extraction;” Tech infiltrating imperial forces, and then the others having to get him (and probably the people of Pabu) out. And, if that’s the case, I’m banking on these shots being from the midseason. (I know I said I wasn’t going to speculate on the episode titles. That was aspirational.)

Basically, I could be persuaded that it’s Tech in there or that it’s not. I’m less likely to be persuaded that it’s a brainwashed Tech in there—I still don’t think that’s happening.

12. Whether that is Tech in that armor or not, I do think that the clone X we see speaking in the trailer isn’t the same guy in the armor in the Archium shot.

13. I am SO HAPPY to see Phee back THANK GOODNESS. I was a little worried they’d drop her like a rock, but nope! She’s here! She’s got her cool jacket! We see her ship!

14. There is a criminally small amount of Echo in the trailer, but I’m not giving up on seeing more of him. It’s possible that he’s either a walking spoiler, or that he features a little more heavily in the back half of the season.

15. “The Cavalry Has Arrived” is the most optimistic episode title in the whole damn show and, yes, I will die on this hill.

16. Crosshair. Oh, Crosshair. Someone please save him immediately.

17. There’s a lot of early doom panic around, well, everyone and everyone (especially Hunter) dying that I’m honestly going to ignore going forward. For reasons.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #here in the land of wild speculation

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badbatchposts · 2 months ago

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 30

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 30 summary: The purpose of the Empire's new drug is revealed as the Partisans and clones make plans. Crosshair gets to know Brith and Dara better.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: Reference to genocide; smoking of space marijuana; non-explicit reference to size kink

Omega wrinkled her nose, looking back and forth between Crosshair and Dara, unsure what had changed.

For the last several rotations, her grumpiest brother had had a marked improvement in disposition. When he had first returned to them months ago, after finally deserting the Empire, it had taken some time for him—for all of them, really—to adjust. He and Hunter had clashed more often than not, especially at first, and most days he was gloomy and miserable (even more so than he used to be, according to her other brothers). And although things had gotten steadily better, and Omega could tell that he was trying, Crosshair was still prone to a certain amount of brooding and bad moods.

But lately, his usual barbs had taken on a decidedly less vicious tone. He hadn’t picked a single fight—with Hunter or the regs—since they’d been back on base after Xagalus. And while he was still spending plenty of time away from them, now, when he turned back up, he was at least more likely to haunt the common areas, quietly keeping the rest of them company.

She’d even caught him smiling a little to himself while he prepared the caf the other morning. It was weird.

Then Crosshair had arrived back to the Marauder late last night with a pinched expression, slinking past the rest of them without a word and shucking his armor off with a barely restrained violence. In the morning he was even worse, bickering with Echo, making snide comments at Wrecker, glaring murderously at Howzer when the reg came by to let them know the Partisans were arriving. The source of his upset became clear only once they’d met up with the others and Omega caught him staring glumly at Dara any time he thought that no one was looking.

Of course, Crosshair had no idea that, whenever he looked away for long enough, Dara was glancing back.

It was hard for Omega to read Dara as well as her brother, but it was obvious that something had happened between them, and whatever it was, neither was happy. Omega wanted Crosshair to be happy. She wondered if it would fall to her to do something to help fix this.

But still, Hunter—and Echo, and Tech—had recently been making it a point to impress upon her important lessons such as respecting people’s privacy and understanding appropriate boundaries and Omega, I do not think it would be wise to search for Crosshair right now, as he is undoubtedly currently setting a bad example by engaging in intercourse in a semi-public location, also, do not mention this to either Crosshair or Dara as adults do not generally appreciate such comments about their intimate matters, now please hand me that spanner thank you.

Even now, as the crowd settled in around them, Hunter caught Omega watching Crosshair and Dara. He gave her a significant look, one that she easily deciphered as, you had better keep your nose out of this, kid. She smiled back at him innocently and pretended not to know what he meant. Shaking his head with amusement, Hunter reached over with one large palm and ruffled her hair before bodily redirecting her gaze toward where Tech was about to begin the briefing.

Standing at the front of the crowd by the holotable display, Tech held up a familiar vial, the blue chemical gleaming in the sunlight that shone in from the edges of the covered platform.

“Samples of this unknown compound were located by our team in two separate locations: the first, on the planet Caameris in a vault hidden in the personal laboratory of Fait Prium, founder of Kumalon Pharmaceuticals; the second, on the planet Xagalus, in an abandoned Imperial facility where clones were being held as test subjects,” Tech began. “The bodies of the clones that we were tracking were later found on the facility’s grounds.”

While Tech adjusted his goggles, Echo rotated his scomp in the holotable, pulling up an image of a chemical formula, then the squat, blue plant they had found on the same mission.

Tech continued, “Through comparative analysis, we have been able to determine that the compound was derived from a plant found exclusively on Xagalus. The Empire appeared to be experimenting with cultivating the plant themselves. Since wild samples of the plant were nearly eradicated and the facility was abandoned, we may presume that they were successful.”

Saw straightened up from where he was leaning against a nearby crate and reached his hand out for the vial. He held it up against the light, observing the way the chemical cast a faint blue shadow against his palm.

“Have you figured out what it is?” he asked gruffly, returning the sample.

Tech pocketed it and adjusted his goggles again. “It is a neurotoxin. You may be familiar with a similar chemical, Titroxinate, a biological weapon used by the Separatists during the war. This compound is even more potent. The administration of a small dose will result in severe nerve pain and hallucinations for a number of hours. Over time, repeated exposure causes a build-up in toxicity, eventually leading to organ failure and death.”

Echo extracted his scomp and crossed his arms, looking over the crowd with a scowl as he translated from Tech speak. “The Empire is synthesizing new torture drugs—and testing them on clones.”

Omega gasped as the crowd broke out into furious murmurs, and Hunter squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. He glanced meaningfully from his Batch to Rex and Saw, jaw set. “So…what are our next steps?”

Echo returned his gaze with a small, reassured smile and determined nod, glad he could count on his brothers for the mission to come. “With the Partisans’ support, we can try to disrupt production of the drug. Its development has been secretive, and we know that Prium keeps things closely guarded, but Kumalon’s main laboratory could contain info on the manufacturing process. That could tell us how to keep the compound from being mass produced.”

“What do you say, Saw?” Rex inquired, raising an eyebrow at the Partisan leader.

Gerrera smirked, his blue-green eyes glittering dangerously. “Let’s stick it to the Empire.”

Crosshair examined Dara carefully as the meeting began to break up. She had seemed mostly fine all throughout the briefing and subsequent debate on the logistics of infiltrating the lab, weighing in with her expertise on what intel would need to be gathered before they could hammer out the details of a plan. The list of tasks under her team’s purview was taken with characteristic confidence and determination, and already she was huddled with several Partisans, meting out responsibilities to each one. Still, he could read a strain in the set of her shoulders that hadn’t let up all morning, and he wondered how well she was really taking all this, beneath the hard shell of her outward resolve.

He shook himself away from observing her as Omega bounded up to him, trailed awkwardly (and unsurprisingly) by Dara’s teenage spy.

“Crosshair!” his sister demanded excitedly. “Can Brith come train with us today?”

The sniper scowled and plucked a toothpick from his belt, tucking it between his teeth as he looked the boy over. “Does he have a weapon?”

Brith only glared back at him and didn’t answer. Omega rolled her eyes.

“He can borrow my crossbow, I’ll use my old one. Please?!”

Crosshair sighed. “Fine. If Dara says it’s alright.” He didn’t see why she wouldn’t, but the Batch had learned the hard way on Pabu that, strangely, children’s guardians often didn’t want them shooting things without their permission, and the last thing he wanted was to give Dara yet another reason to detest him.

Brith hesitated a moment, glancing across the crowd at Dara, then back to Omega. “Not sure she’d be happy with that,” he said quietly. “Saw wants me to train but last time Dara said I’m still too young. Which I’m not,” he added defiantly.

“Just wait here!” Omega exclaimed, and before Crosshair or Brith could say otherwise she was bouncing away. Dara hesitated a minute as she listened to Omega chatter at her, but finally looked over at Crosshair and gave him a nod. His chest squeezed as she locked eyes with him and he just barely managed to nod back. Behind her, Omega grinned mischievously and gave him a thumbs up, the meddlesome little traitor.

“Come on, then,” Crosshair rasped at Brith, turning on his heel.

“So,” Omega began brightly as she caught up and they set off in the direction of the range, “how did you become a field agent?”

Brith squinted at her, hesitating for a moment just like he had earlier, as though debating whether it was okay for him to answer. Finally, he shrugged.

“Met Dara on a mission,” he muttered.

Crosshair smirked to himself a little. The kid had reticence down to a science, answering the question with as few words as possible. Crosshair would know, after all. Still, Omega had managed to break him down over time, and he doubted Brith would fare any better than he had.

Sure enough, she smiled even wider, undeterred. “How did you meet her?”

Brith’s reply was even quieter, tinged through with a defiant obstinance. “Tried to pick her pocket,” he grumbled, glancing sideways at the clones with narrow eyes as if daring them to judge him.

Crosshair snorted. “What, you couldn’t find a harder mark?”

He expected Brith to glare at the sarcastic comment, but was surprised when the boy just huffed a quiet laugh instead. “Yeah, nothing gets past her.”

Omega looked slyly at her brother out of the corner of her eye, but mercifully chose not to comment when Crosshair made a small hum of agreement. Instead, she pressed further. “What did she do?”

Brith’s eyes were still narrowed, but an amused grin undermined the expression. “Said she could tell I was living on the street and if I needed money I could do a job for her.”

“What kind of job?” Omega pushed.

“Asked me to follow some Imps around for an afternoon.”

Omega grinned. “Cool! Was it dangerous?”

Brith snorted, rolling his eyes. “Was easy—no one pays attention to street kids. Followed different people around for weeks and none of them even noticed.” Glancing back at an enraptured Omega, the boy rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “Anyway. Dara brought me back to base after the mission was done, and that was that I guess.”

Omega smiled knowingly, her eyes softening. “Dara’s your family.” It was less a question than a confirmation, something the empathetic young girl could read in the boy’s tone, and Crosshair was struck yet again by the realization that, somehow, Dara had never mentioned him. Not a hint, even after she’d found out about Omega, that she, too, had someone to care for. Someone she needed to make it back to.

Brith shrugged again, but he glanced back wistfully in the direction of the Partisans. “Could say that. Don’t always get to see her a lot.”

They finally arrived and climbed the ladder to the roof overlooking the shooting range. Omega unpacked her two weapons—the Zygerrian energy bow she used to favor and the crossbow that Echo had recently gotten her—and began the process of examining the components and taking them apart, just as Crosshair demanded she practice doing at the beginning of each training session. The sniper glanced from her to Brith, who was squinting eagerly at the weapons as the girl undertook the familiar motions.

“Omega,” Crosshair instructed. “Tell me their specs and explain what you’re doing.”

Brow furrowed in confusion—it had been months since her brother had been satisfied enough with her ability to narrate the steps as she serviced her weapon that he stopped demanding it—Omega glanced up, smiling in understanding when she caught on to Brith’s rapt attention. “Sure!”

The boy absorbed every word, imitating Omega’s demonstrations a little clumsily when she handed him the crossbow and encouraged him to try for himself. Finally, both weapons were reassembled and confirmed to be in working order.

“Alright,” Crosshair drawled. “Both of you. Closest targets, show me your stance.”

Omega drew her bow in a picture-perfect demonstration of form. Crosshair ignored the glow of pride in his chest as he turned his attention to Brith, instructing him in adjustments until he was satisfied.

“Good. Now shoot,” he ordered.

They both let off a blast, Omega’s hitting true immediately, Brith’s going wildly off-target.

“Good job, Omega. Ten more times, then move to the next target. Brith, try again. Pause your breathing during the exhale, and squeeze the trigger gently during that pause.”

Crosshair watched as Brith tried. And tried again. And tried again, his frustration evidently increasing each time. The sniper examined his form and could tell by the subtle movements of his chest and flexing of his finger that he was doing everything right, following his instructions to the letter, but the boy couldn’t manage even to hit the edge of the closest target. Finally, Crosshair took a step back and looked into Brith’s face, where he was squinting viciously downrange, blinking in the sunlight.

“Hmm.”

Brith gave up and let his form relax, scowling at him. Crosshair ignored him, picking up his helmet from where he had set it on the ground nearby. He pulled it over his head, dimming the light input on the HUD until he could just barely make out the rings on the targets. Then he tugged it off again and held it out to the boy.

“Put this on.”

He rolled his milky-white eyes and grimaced. “What’s the point?”

“Just do it and shoot.”

Brith shrugged and did as told, the helmet comically large on his still-growing shoulders. Omega paused in her own practice to watch as he held the crossbow up, aimed, and squeezed the trigger, finally hitting right-of-center.

Crosshair allowed himself a smug smirk as Omega cheered.

“Good,” he drawled. “Now that you can focus, fix your form and breathing, and do it again.”

Through the remainder of the afternoon, Brith finally showed improvement, progressing to further and further targets and increasing his accuracy as Crosshair drilled the essentials into him and ran both kids through their paces. Finally, as the day’s light began to fade, Crosshair reached into his pack and pulled out a large disc.

“Last challenge, kid,” he announced. “A moving target. We’ll run more drills with these tomorrow, but for now, see what you can do.”

Omega gestured to the teen to do the honors and he took his stance, radiating excitement and determination. Crosshair felt the corners of his mouth twitch for a moment before he wound up and flung the disc downrange and high into the air. Brith breathed in, tracked its movement with his weapon, exhaled, pulled the trigger—and the disc cracked apart into fragments as the bolt connected.

Omega applauded, the boy exclaiming, “Did you see that?!” as he pumped his fist in the air, and Crosshair let the smile steal fully across his face as he looked down at the two of them, seeing, in their celebration, himself and his brothers as cadets on Kamino.

It only lasted a moment before Brith stiffened suddenly, and Crosshair tensed on instinct as well, wondering what he could have detected, until he caught a glimpse of familiar silver hair from the corner of his eye. The boy tugged Crosshair’s helmet off and handed it to him, turning around to grin sheepishly at Dara where she had appeared at the edge of their secluded practice range.

“Not bad,” she appraised. Her tone was even, but Crosshair could read a familiar tension in the corners of her eyes. Judging by the way Brith was shifting uneasily from foot to foot, her mood didn’t go unnoticed by her teenage protégé either.

“He’s a natural!” Omega declared proudly. Brith’s cheeks darkened a little and he beamed, causing Dara’s expression to soften in turn.

“Of course he is,” she murmured, smiling. “You about done here?”

Brith hesitated, looking to Crosshair.

The sniper huffed and crossed his arms, rotating his toothpick in his mouth. “Last lesson for the day. Unless you want your weapon to jam up in the middle of a firefight, you clean it every time you use it.”

Omega rolled her eyes at him, but grinned and began giving Brith tips after Crosshair tossed them both rags. He eyed them critically as they went about the task, but when Brith finally handed over the crossbow, shining like new, Crosshair gave him a curt nod of approval.

“Nice work today,” he murmured softly. He jerked his chin in Dara’s direction, though he avoided looking right at her. “Go ahead. Get out of here.”

Crosshair could just barely hear their quiet conversation as the pair moved off toward the main part of base.

“Are you mad?” Brith asked hesitantly.

“No.” More than anything, she sounded weary.

“You seem kind of mad,” the boy insisted.

She sighed. “I’m always mad. But never at you, kid.”

“You sure?”

Crosshair could almost hear the tired smile in her words. “Promise. It’s just time for your field report. And then you’ve got to wash up before late meal, because you smell like you live on the street.”

“I do live on the street.”

“Not right now, you don’t,” she scolded, voice finally fading away.

Omega’s eyes glimmered with mischief when she caught Crosshair smirking to himself. He quickly schooled his expression into his usual scowl.

“Stow it,” he warned his sister. She only grinned wider.

It was late. The base had finally quieted down, the Partisans having all retreated to their newly assigned quarters and the clones likewise preparing for bed, other than the few working their guard shift.

Crosshair was restless, too agitated to even think about trying to settle into his rack. When he left the Marauder, Tech, still up tinkering with a mechanical something-or-other, gave him a knowing look. Crosshair ignored him.

He let his legs take him where they liked, and wasn’t surprised when his body managed to find her without him even consciously wanting it to.

Dara was alone on one of the bridges spanning two of the smaller platforms, perched on top of the railing, looking out over the water. She drew a hand up to her lips, and a faint, burning glow expanded in time with her inhale. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, and she blew out a long trail of smoke as he approached. He tried not to watch her too carefully, though of course his eyes were drawn to the long curve of her neck, the quiet sigh of her mouth.

“Hiding out from your friends already, burk’yc?” Crosshair murmured as he approached.

She twisted her lips sardonically and hummed. If she was surprised to see him, she didn’t let on.

“Apparently not that well.”

Crosshair sniffed the air. “Is that marcan herb?”

Dara shrugged, glancing down at the cigarra and flicking ash off the end. She held it out to him in offering. “Ryndi—our medic—sent it along with Yaru. She thinks I need to relax more. She’s worried about my blood pressure.”

He declined it with a wave, pulling a toothpick from his pouch instead. “If the base is attacked, then at least one of us should be able to fight back,” he drawled in explanation.

She snorted. “Yeah, well. It’s been a long day, and I lost my only other form of stress relief, so…” She trailed off, taking another long drag and staring off into the night.

“And whose fault is that?” he scoffed. He hadn’t meant it to come out so bitter, but the wound of her rejection was too fresh, and to hear it referred to so casually was like a twist of the knife. That’s all it was to her, he reminded himself. She would have picked anybody else—and even tried to. She didn’t ache for him, the way he did for her.

“It’s nobody’s fault, Crosshair,” Dara sighed, and he would be more thrilled with hearing his name spill from her lips if it sounded one hundred percent less disappointed in him. “It’s just the way it has to be.”

“Hmm,” he huffed, but stopped himself from saying more. He wasn’t here to fight with her or try to make her change her mind. Careful to remain at a respectful distance—as much to keep from torturing himself as to make her feel comfortable—he leaned back against the railing next to her. “…So, the kid…”

Dara’s eyes flashed with suspicion, and the tone of her reply was sharp. “What about him?”

Crosshair frowned, unsure why she was so sensitive about the subject. “You never mentioned him,” he responded, trying to keep any hint of accusation out of his voice.

She examined him closely, like she was looking for something, and he did his best not to fidget. He felt strangely like a cadet at inspection again under her scrutiny, almost wanting to lash out to make her look away, but he suppressed the urge.

Finally, she opened her mouth to speak again, hesitating a little, as though she were choosing her words carefully. “He needs…protecting. Like Omega.”

Crosshair hummed thoughtfully. “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Dara replied, too quickly, too insistently. The lie was absurd, and not nearly as well-told as the spy’s usual falsehoods. He wondered if it was the subject or just the marcan herb that had Dara so skittish.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow at her. “I can tell when someone’s dealing with light sensitivity,” he drawled, thinking over his offer. “I…could help, maybe. Tech and I came up with some tricks for me, when I was a cadet.”

Dara furrowed her brow, searching his face again before looking back over the edge of the bridge with hard eyes.

“You told Saw you trusted me,” he continued when it didn’t seem like she was planning to reply. “Or didn’t you mean it?”

She looked back up at him, met his amber eyes with her darker ones. “I meant it,” she said quietly.

He wanted to kiss her, to cup her cheek and run his fingers through her hair. He bit down hard on his toothpick instead.

Dara sighed and looked away again. “It’s technically true. There’s nothing wrong with his eyes. He’s half-Miralukan. Miralukans are born with nothing but empty sockets. Instead, they see through…the Force.” She glanced back up at him, voice going even quieter. “The Empire didn’t just go after trained Jedi. They wiped nearly all the Miralukans out. The whole kriffing planet.”

The toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth splintered in half. He replaced it, mulling it over, while he waited for Dara to continue. After another long drag of the cigarra, she did.

“Brith escaped. He’s not very strong in the Force, but he can see with it—objects in the dark or through smoke, but also feelings and auras and…”

She waved her hand around vaguely, trailing smoke behind it, the gesture meant to somehow encompass all those impenetrable mysteries that the regs used to just call Force osik. “Anyway. It’s still enough to put him at risk. Since he at least has eyes, he hasn’t had much trouble passing as full human. But his vision’s very sensitive. Distracts him from being able to use his other sight, sometimes.”

Dara scrubbed at her own eyes with the heels of her hands, voice suddenly a tinge hysterical. “And Saw wants him trained, keeps thinking if we found him a lightsaber he could turn him into a Jedi! Make him into some sort of a symbol! And the kid wants to fight, and…”

She looked up to the sky, stubbing the butt of her cigarra out on the railing, and breathed deeply, calming herself. Crosshair ached to touch her.

When she was more settled, she chuckled humorlessly. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep him out of it. Believe it or not, spying is actually the safest option I have for him right now.” She closed her eyes against the night, voice quiet and a little broken, and shook her head. “My nephew would be his age.”

Crosshair nodded slowly, beginning to understand her hesitation, why she’d never mentioned Brith before. For all that she was an expert at keeping secrets—and for all that he still, selfishly, wished he could see every one of hers laid bare—she always had her reasons.

And it was clear that they weighed on her. How many people, even among her friends, had she been able to tell this worry to? Was there anyone? And why was she telling it to him?

“The way he shot with Omega’s bow earlier,” Crosshair began carefully. “It makes sense, that he can see that way.” He looked Dara over, the way she was still holding the tension in her shoulders, and thought that he would do anything to make it dissipate even just a fraction. “The kid could make a good sniper. I…could train him, if you want.”

Dara turned to look at him sharply, brow furrowed, and maybe it had been the wrong thing to say.

“Why?” she asked.

He shrugged, trying his hardest at nonchalance. “It would satisfy him, but he could stay at a distance from fights. And it would be safer than giving him a laser sword and putting him out front like your mascot,” he added, a little testily.

Dara’s expression didn’t change, still staring at him in—not anger, he realized, but bafflement.

“No—I mean, you’re right, but why would you offer to help? You just met him.” She huffed, rubbing her eyes again. “Hell, you don’t even like me.”

She didn’t know. No—she had to know. She was just maintaining the fiction, to keep things from being awkward, or because she was taking pity on him.

“He’s just a kid. Like Omega. And I…” Crosshair hesitated. “…tolerate you. We could be…friends. Right?”

She smiled at that, and he wanted to sigh, it was so lovely. Not quite the shining star she’d become earlier, when Brith had arrived, but a quiet glow, like a moon.

“Didn’t know you had any friends, besides your brothers,” she teased.

He allowed her a coy half-smile in reply. “Maybe I’m trying to branch out.”

Then she laughed, and it was sudden, unexpected, bright, and he made that happen.

“Doesn’t sound like you.” She considered him for a moment, the smile still playing along her lips, the tension bleeding away from her frame. “You can train him while we’re here. If he wants it.”

Crosshair nodded in acknowledgment, then raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “So…Yaru.”

And Dara was laughing again. “Don’t get me started.”

“Really? Because if she goes after Wrecker, she might not make it out alive. One of his biceps is larger than her whole body.”

Another laugh, and maybe it was just the marcan herb kicking in, but Crosshair didn’t care as Dara managed to choke out, “She says—she says Theelin anatomy is more forgiving than human, but I swear, I think she just has a size thing!”

And he chuckled in reply and began to tell her about the frankly disturbing number of times Wrecker had managed to find a partner with a similar thing, and soon they were swapping stories, until finally Dara decided it was time to turn in and hopped down from her perch. But before she walked off, she turned back to him and smiled again, offering up a quiet, “Thank you,” to be swallowed by the night.

And Crosshair made his way back to the Marauder thinking that at least he could have this, and it might be enough—if he could manage not to ruin it.

Tag list: @stardusthuntress @skellymom @megmegalodondon @somewhere-on-kamino @morerandombullshit @zahmaddog @flaming-dumpster

#the bad batch #star wars #bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair #the bad batch fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair bad batch #crosshair x oc #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb omega #the bad batch fanfic #star wars fanfiction #tbb crosshair x oc #tbb echo #tbb tech

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lonewolflupe · 2 months ago

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My loooooves, this was so, so much fun! I've never made an advent calendar before, but this has been such a blast! I enjoyed drawing all the pieces and I loved writing the accompanying texts to show my appreciation for you! (And I don't think I even missed or kriffed up any of the dates haha; well done brain, well done.) Here's the masterlist before I'll be diving into my next event!

Advent Event masterlist under the cut:

Event info

DAY 1 | Captain Rex for @cloneflo99

DAY 2 | Commander Cody for @coffeeandbatboys

DAY 3 | Daimyo Boba Fett for @covert1ntrovert

DAY 4 | Crosshair for @somewhere-on-kamino

DAY 5 | Fives for @aknightreaderr

DAY 6 | Commander Wolffe for @ladylucksrogue

DAY 7 | OC Sergeant Sevens for @eternal-transcience

DAY 8 | Commander Mayday for @dystopicjumpsuit

DAY 9 | TBB Echo for @welcometo79s

DAY 10 | Commander Fox for @peggy7447

DAY 11 | OC Jedi Erress for @tentakelspektakel

DAY 12 | Wrecker for @techwrecker

DAY 13 | Commander Fox for @ghostymarni

DAY 14 | Tech for @eclec-tech

DAY 15 | OC Jedi Nem for @sazzujazzu

DAY 16 | Fives for @returnofthepineapple

DAY 17 | Alpha-17 for @kimiheartblade

DAY 18 | Hardcase for @sunshinesdaydream

DAY 19 | Sergeant Hunter for @clonethirstingisreal

DAY 20 | Captain Keeli for @eobe

DAY 21 | Captain Howzer for @thecoffeelorian

DAY 22 | 501st Echo for @resistantecho

DAY 23 | Dogma for @vodika-vibes

DAY 24 | Domino Twins for @snarkyfina

DAY 25 | Life Day with Torrent Company for everyone

Bonus pieces coming soon

Also if you noticed the change of style in the way I draw eyes, that's because I did the few 'realistic' eyes before I started The Blorbo Wars series (which I will totally continue); I decided I liked the more simpler eyes better (I think those are more fitting for my current art style)

Another huge thank you to all the people tagged above for being so kind, funny, wholesome, talented, welcoming and supportive <3

The end of one event means the start of another: I'm currently celebration 300 followers with my Meme Mania event! I also have ideas for Valentine's Day and Easter (and my birthday in between), so stay tuned for more!

Happy holidays for now! <3

#advent calendar #lonewolflupe #lonewolflupe event #lonewolflupe draws #lonewolflupe's advent event

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mama-emeritus-i · 3 months ago

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Dove’s Kinkmas 2024 Lineup

Hello friends! I’m finally out of my writing roadblock and ready to write for Kinkmas! I’ll be posting day 1 and 2 tomorrow and I can not tell y’all how excited I am to do this.

Here’s the lineup:

Day 1- Thigh Riding with Jack O’Malley

Day 2- Phone Sex with Phantom Ghoul

Day 3- Caught In The Act with Secondo

Day 4- Dirty Talk with Ted Lasso

Day 5- Puppy Play with Logan Howlett

Day 6- Uniform Kink with Frater Imperator

Day 7- Biting with Kylo Ren

Day 8- Overstimulation with Rogue

Day 9- Threesomes with Deadpool and Wolverine

Day 10- Body Worship with Ted Lasso

Day 11- Humiliation with Loki

Day 12- Sex Toys with Deadpool

Day 13- Bondage with Tech

Day 14- Mirror Sex with Logan Howlett

Day 15- Spit Kink with Swiss

Day 16-Soft Sex with Roy Kent

Day 17- Voyeurism with Obi Wan Kenobi

Day 18- Size Difference with Wrecker

Day 19- Pegging with Loki

Day 20- Car Sex with (Young) Nihil

Day 21- Collars with Beast

Day 22- Breeding with Ted Lasso

Day 23- Lingerie with Jack O’Malley

Day 24 (Christmas Eve)- Riding with Ted Lasso

Day 25 (Christmas)- Christmas with Logan Howlett

Day 25 BONUS ONESHOT- Christmas with Ted Lasso

Day 26- Choking with Anakin Skywalker

Day 27- Begging with Luke Skywalker

Day 28- Cameras with Terzo

Day 29- Hand Kink with Bucky

Day 30- Marking with Hunter

Day 31- Praise with Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson

All of these are subject to change so please let me know if there’s anything specific you want to see :D also I’m thinking about doing a tag list so if you want to be on it let me know lol.

#ghost band smut #Star Wars smut #marvel smut #Chris Evans smut #Kinkmas 2024 #Ted lasso smut #Wolverine smut #Logan howlett smut #kylo Ren smut #Loki smut #Deadpool smut #Bucky Barnes smut

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kybercrystals94 · 4 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 Master List

My second Whumptober is in the books, and I am so proud to be a completionist! It was easier in some ways and harder in others; however, I would not have been able to do it without my amazing community cheering me on!

I'd like to thank each and every person who liked, commented, and reblogged - I honestly could not have done it without your fantastic support.

I love you all!

-Kyber

You can find my Ao3 Master List HERE!

Tumblr Master List Below the cut!

Day 1: Race Against the Clock / Search Party

DESTRUCTION

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 100

Characters: Hunter (POV), Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech

Tags: Emotional Whump, Clone Wars Era

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Day 2: Trust Issues

ATONE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 100

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Omega, Hunter, Wrecker

Tags: Emotional Whump, Season 3

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Day 3: “I warned you”

SIDE EFFECT

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 100

Characters: Tech, Crosshair

Tags: Injury, Emotional Whump, Clone Wars Era

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Day 4: “You’re still alive in my head” (Billy Locket, More)

CARRYING ON

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rated: G | Words: 375

Characters: Fives (POV), Echo, Rex

Tags: Emotional Whump, Fives, Echo, Rex

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Day 5: Alternate Prompt - Forgotten

TAKING UP THE MANTLE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 1939

Characters: Echo (POV), Omega

Tags: Emotional Whump, Post Season 3

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Day 6: Not Realizing They’re Injured / “It’s not my blood.”

BARRIER

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (mentions of blood, injury) | Words: 729

Characters: Hunter (POV), Tech

Tags: Physical Whump, Hunter Whump, Clone Wars Era

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Day 7: Only for Emergencies / “It’s us or them”

DEEPEST, WHOLEHEARTED REGARDS

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 914

Characters: Wrecker (POV), Tech, Crosshair, Hunter, Omega

Tags: Emotional Whump, Clone Wars Era, Season 2, Plan 99

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Day 8: Sleep Deprivation

WATCH

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 1938

Characters: Hunter (POV), Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker

Tags: Cadet Batch, Pre-Clone Wars, Physical Whump, Emotional Whump

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Day 9: Bruises / Broken Window

BUMPS AND BRUISES

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 1220

Characters: Hunter (POV), Tech, Omega, Wrecker

Tags: Light Physical Whump, Humor, Soft

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Day 10: Blow to the Head / Slurred Words / “I can’t think straight”

EXPOSURE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (moments of peril, near death) | Words: 1566

Characters: Tech (POV), Hunter (POV), Crosshair (POV), Wrecker, Echo

Tags: Physical Whump, Concussion, Hypothermia, Clone Wars Era

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Day 11: Convenience Store / Loneliness

LOST AND SEARCHING

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rated: G | Words: 607

Characters: OC (POV), Fives

Tags: Fives-Lives, Emotional Whump

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Day 12: Underground Caverns / “Just a little more”

COME BACK (part one)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (for injury, peril) | Words: ~700

Characters: Tech (POV)

Tags: Tech-Lives, Multi-Chapter, Physical Whump, Emotional Whump

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Day 13: Team as a Family // Familial Curse

COME BACK (part two)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (for injury, peril) | Words: ~700

Characters: Tech (POV)

Tags: Tech-Lives, Multi-Chapter, Physical Whump, Emotional Whump

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Day 14: Alternate Prompt - Regrets

SOUNDS IN THE NIGHT

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 891

Characters: Hunter (POV), Omega

Tags: Emotional Whump, Fluff, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Hunter

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Day 15: Painful Hug / Moment of Clarity

ALL OF US

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 1136

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Omega, Hunter, Wrecker

Tags: Emotional Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mentions of Physical Whump

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Day 16: Wound Cleaning / “No, I can’t feel anything”

VEILED THREATS AND BLOODY KNUCKLES

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 545

Character: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker

Tags: Light Whump, Cadet Batch, Hurt/Comfort

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Day 17: “We had a good run”

AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 784

Characters: Echo (POV), Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair

Tags: Emotional Whump, Humor, Soft Crosshair, Clone Wars Era

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Day 18: Loss of Identity

FINE

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rated: G | Words: 510

Characters: Echo (POV), Rex, Tech

Tags: Emotional Whump, Depression, Loss, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Mourning

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Day 19: One Way Out

JUST LIKE HIM

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 100

Characters: Omega (POV)

Tags: Emotional Whump

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Day 20: Emotional Angst / Giving Permission to Die / “It’s not your fault”

BLAME TO SHARE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 594

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Hunter, Crosshair, Omega

Tags: Emotional Whump, Post Season 3, Mourning, Loss, Guilt

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Day 21: Tattoo Gun

TATTOOS

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 896

Characters: Tech (POV), Omega (POV)

Tags: Emotional Whump, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Time Jump

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Day 22: Bleeding Through Bandages / Reopening Wounds

SIX WEEKS (part 1)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (for mentions of injuries) | Words: 1391

Characters: Omega (POV), Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker

Tags: Physical Whump, Rebellion Omega, Post Season 3, Multi-Chapter

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Day 23: Forced Choice / Public Display / Broken Pedestal

BROKEN SIGNAL

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 668

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Hunter

Tags: Emotional Whump, Mayday mentioned, Season 3, Angst

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Day 24: Alternate Prompt - Vermin

THE FIELD MOUSE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 796

Characters: Hunter (POV), Omega, Tech, Wrecker, Echo

Tags: Emotional Whump, “Pet” Loss, Season 1, Soft, Fluffy Angst

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Day 25: Being Monitored

SIX WEEKS (part 2)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (for mentions of injuries) | Words: 1047

Characters: Hunter (POV), Crosshair (POV), Omega, Wrecker

Tags: Physical Whump, Rebellion Omega, Post Season 3, Multi-Chapter

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Day 26: Nightmares

SIMPLE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 388

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Hunter

Tags: Emotional Whump, Clone Wars Era, Time Jump, Hurt no Comfort, Soft

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Day 27: Alternate Prompt - Secrets Revealed

TO FORGIVE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 581

Characters: Omega (POV), Crosshair

Tags: Post Season 3, Mentions of Season 1 Events, Emotional Whump, Soft Crosshair

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Day 28: Denial / CCTV

AS IT HAPPENED

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 798

Characters: Echo (POV), Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Hunter (POV)

Tags: Light Whump, Humor, Clone Wars Era, Siblings, Misunderstandings

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Day 29: “Who said you could rest?”

THERE’S ALWAYS HOPE

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: T (mentions of injury, blood, peril) | Words: 297

Characters: Echo (POV), Crosshair, Tech

Tags: Emotional Whump, Whump, Injury, Blood, Season 1, Hurt no Comfort, Angst

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Day 30: Recovery

QUIET

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 527

Characters: Hunter (POV), Omega

Tags: Soft Whump, Emotional Whump, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Hunter, Post Season 3

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Day 31: Making Amends

TALK

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rated: G | Words: 100

Characters: Crosshair (POV), Omega

Tags: Emotional Whump, S3E5: The Return

#whumptober2024 #master list #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb echo #fives #rex #fics by Kyber

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foxwithadarkside · 5 months ago

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Master List?

I have no idea what i'm doing.

Summer of Bad Batch art

200 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt: Bonus Alternate Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?" 300 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt: Bonus Alternate Prompt: Light in the Darkness Week 1 Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight | Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.” Week 2 Main Prompt: Injured Week 3 Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.” | Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.” Week 4 Main Prompt: Cadets Week 5 Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.” | Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?” Week 6 Main Prompt: Battle Scars | Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!” Week 7 Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut Week 8 Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons | Alt. Prompt: Lula Week of 9 Main Prompt: “Hold still.” Week 10 Main Prompt: Hugs Week 11 Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.” Billions of thanks @summer-of-bad-batch (a.k.a @kybercrystals94) for the organization! It was super fun!

The Badlantis Batch (Atlantis x The Bad Batch crossover)

is under #the badlantis batch tag

Hallmarks of Crosshair the black cat

Hunter Wrecker Tech Echo Batcher Cadets

#the bad batch #star wars #summerofbadbatch2024 #the bad batch fanart #the badlantis batch

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electrikworm · 7 days ago

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Repoding: Introducing all the selkies

Relationships: Hunter & Tech & Wrecker & Crosshair

Content Warnings: Child Abuse, Dehumanization

Summary:

The four selkies are all introduced to each other at last.

Part of my TBB Selkie au. Hunter is 8. Tech is 7, Wrecker 4, Crosshair 2.

I was struggling with this one a bit, but @pinetree-tbb rly helped me out with getting this going! Please go check out their fics, they write amazing angst!

Word count: 2’684

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Biting at his claws, 04 grabs hold of 03's arm tightly. The guards around the pit they live in are moving about, and that means bad things.

He doesn't want them to come in here. They do bad things, they hurt him and 03. 04's always been told not to trust humans, but it's so much worse than he ever imagined. He leans against 03's side, against the warmth radiating off of him. 03's the only safety in this horrible place filled with too bright lights and cruel humans, the only safety 04's known since he swam away from mum when he shouldn't have.

04's chest aches with longing for his pelt, and the sharp smell of the too bright place won't go away no matter how he breaths. Pressing his eyes closed, 04 burrows his head in 03's side. The other selkie, different looking than any 04's ever seen, says something in the strange human language, words 04 doesn't understand. He doesn't need to understand to be comforted by the tone.

He can hear the humans coming closer, feels the way 03's arms tighten around him. 04 bears his teeth, even with his face still buried in 03's side.

The human's speak and then 04 is grabbed, dragged away from his safe spot next to 03.

04 snaps at the humans, trying to sink teeth or claws into something, anything. He doesn't want the humans hands on him, he wants them gone. Twisting in their cruel grip, 04 hisses and yells, calling for help in a way that used to always summon someone from his pod. It doesn't do anything here.

“Stop, stop, stop,” 04 shouts, human word feeling strange in his mouth. He doesn't fully know what the word is, but it's one of the ones 03 uses when the humans hurt him or 04. Of course it doesn't work either, the humans never care.

Then, 04's body betrays him as unknown words are spoken whilst holding his pelt. He goes limp in the human's arms and is promptly dropped, shoulder colliding with the hard floor. A low whine is all 04 manages to get past the order his pelt enforces, burning in his chest with the need to obey to it.

04's side aches where he hit the floor, making him want to cry. Outside, there was never this much pain. Someone would always come get him if he needed help, injuries that seemed so bad back then, minor compared to what 04 experiences now, were tended with care. The humans don't do that because humans are cruel. 04 longs for his mum to scoop him up in her arms, or to be able to crawl back to 03 and curl up next to him. But the human that dropped him throws 04 over their shoulder, hurting 04's stomach as their hard clothes presses into 04's skin.

03 is standing, following closely behind the human carrying 04 until a human scares him off with the horrible sticks the humans carry that flash with bright light and burn worse than fire when it touch you. 04 can't even call for his friend, can only watch as the humans carry him away.

What if they take 04 away forever? What if he'll never see 03 again, just like his mum? 04 wants to fight, defend himself, but he can do nothing but cry silently. The humans take him further and further from the small bit of safety 04's found in this horrible place, 04 feeling more and more like someone's squeezing his chest hard. Is that what the human holding him is doing? 04 can't see if that's what's happening, but breathing feels difficult, like 04 just dived for too long.

04 is dropped a second time, a distress call allowed to leave him as the control of his pelt disappears. The selkie wastes no time in scrambling to the closest wall and following it until he finds a corner. There, he curls up, head carefully tucked close to his knees. 04 cries, weakly calling for help he know won't come.

Maybe this time it will work? Maybe this time someone will care?

Wiping at his face, 04 opens his eyes just a little bit. The light hurts them, but he has to look, see if humans are watching him, waiting for an opportunity to hurt him. 04's in another bright, white pit, almost the same as the one he was in before. Only, 03's not there.

But he's not alone. There's movement, two figures huddled close together. 04 hisses in their direction, telling them to stay away. He sniffs the air, trying to identify the figures. It's hard to do so over the sharp smells of this human place, but 04 can pick up something.

They're not human, that much is clear. Even with the light hurting his eyes and everything blurry from tears, 04 can tell they're not human shaped. They're too small. But 04 knows not to trust them. Everything in this place hurts, why would this be any different?

One of the figures approaches way too fast. It's larger than 04, even a little larger than 03. 04 doesn't dare to look at it too long, but can tell it's a selkie with longer, brown hair. It extends its clawed hand forwards, far too fast again, so 04 bites, hissing at it.

Unlike the humans, this one takes the warning, backing off quickly.

An apologetic call is made from somewhere, not sounding exactly like 03. 04 hunches, not sure what to do with that information. Then, something that sounds like selkie word follows. But they're not right, not like what 04 grew up with. These selkies sound different.

The next time 04 dares to look up, both the figures are closer. 04 sobs, wishing 03 were with him. He doesn't stand a chance against two older selkies, and the humans are probably going to come back and hurt him too.

Shaking all over, 04 sits up and tries to threaten the two selkies he doesn't know, growling at them and baring his teeth. He'll keep biting and clawing at them, no matter what. If they're going to hurt him, he'll hurt them right back.

Before 04 got lost from his pod, 04 didn't have to try and bite anyone. He's only supposed to do so towards bad people, but now 04's constantly surrounded by bad people. Everything constantly hurts, 04 has to cry so much more than he used to have to and he's always scared.

The other selkie comes closer this time, slower than the long haired one. This one has shorter hair, and is squinting at 04. It says something in selkie, something that sounds a bit like a greeting but 04 can't tell. It still sounds off. Then, it says something in human. The only word 04 catches is “hurt” and he knows what that means. Is means the dark marks humans leave on him, it means the feeling of being without his pelt too long and the feeling the tools and weapons the humans carry cause.

04 hisses, snapping at the selkie as a warning as he quickly dashes past him and into the water. He dives deep, into the furthest corner away from the selkies. His body wants to float upwards, but 04 uses his limbs to keep as close to the ground as possible.

The selkies don't come for 04, so he stays under until he runs out of air and is forced to dive up. Staying close to the surface, face halfway submerged, 04 watches the two selkies as they watch him. They don't move any closer, but 04 still doesn't like them. Hissing under his breath, 04 floats backwards a little so his back touches the wall. Through half closed eyes, 04 looks about cautiously. He won't let them get the jump on him.

Then, there are humans at the door and 04 quickly dives under the water, deep enough that everything on the surface is just coloured blurs. He's had enough of the humans. If they want to hurt him, they will have to drag him out of the water first.

But they don't do that, don't even try to.

04 surfaces again after a little while, confused and worried. What ever the humans are up to, it can't be good.

The humans aren't in the pit like 04 expected, they're calmly standing outside it again. That doesn't mean they won't try to hurt 04. He's never safe, they're never safe.

Then he spots it, a third figure is in there with them, a figure 04 knows. It's 03, being crowded by the strange selkies. Fear and anger bubbles in 04's chest. 03 doesn't defend himself, he just lets the humans hurt him. He'll just let the selkies hurt him too, but 04 won't let that happen.

Snarling, 04 pushes off the wall, gliding through the water before emerging in the shallow end. 04 lunges forwards, slamming into the smaller of the two strange selkies to get past them, knocking it to the ground. Baring his teeth, 04 stands in front of 03, clawing at them.

“Stop,” he shouts in human, “no.” He won't let them hurt his friend, not without trying to stop them. The long haired selkie reaches forwards again and 04 snaps his teeth at him, growling.

Then there's a hand on 04's shoulder and he whips round with a startled yelp.

They took 04 away a while ago now and 03's getting worried. The guards were so rough with him, dropping him for no reason after they commanded him to go still.

Hemlock said they're going to meet new people today, and 03 doesn't know what that means. What if they're hurting 04? 03 picks at the hem of his shorts, resisting the urge to ask about 04 again. He'll just get them both in trouble if he acts out.

When the guards come to get him, 03 does as told, holding still for the wire around his neck and walking quietly along with the guards. Hemlock isn't there and neither is 04, so 03 can't hold anyone's hand. The guard holding the wire must be in a bad mood, yanking it forwards suddenly multiple times, almost making 03 stumble.

03 looks at his feet for most of the walk, stepping from tile to tile, claws clicking on the floor. The hallway is made from larger, gray tiles, then they're on the smaller white ones again. 03 only looks up once the guards stop walking.

They've brought him to another enclosure.

Right away, 03 spots 04 hiding in the water, head barely visible at the surface. That immediately becomes 03's top priority. He has to get to 04, right now. He steps forward, just about to call out to 04 when the guard harshly pulls on the pole with the wire, choking the walrus selkie and making him fall backwards. The guard glares at him as she opens the enclosure. Dragged by the wire, 03 is forces to stumble down the steps, at the bottom of which he is release.

Rubbing at his neck, 03 looks for his friend. 04's under the water by now. Rising to his feet, 03 steps forward cautiously.

That's when he notices that he's not alone with the baby selkie. There are two other selkies in the enclosure, bigger than 04. When they turn to look at 03 in unison, the walrus selkie freezes. 04's hiding, so maybe they did something bad to him. Fidgeting with his hands, 03 takes a step backwards.

Holding his hands up, the selkie with long, dark brown hair steps forwards. “Hello,” he says, barely raising his voice. There's a tag on his ear that says 01. Glancing to the other selkie, 03 spots that he's got a tag with 02 written on it. 03's eyebrows knit together. Why didn't Hemlock tell him about them when he asked why there wasn't a specimen 01 or 02? Is it because they're dangerous?

“What did you do to 04?” 03 asks, trying to look big. Hemlock says he's large for his age, 03 can use that to his advantage.

“Are you referring to the selkie with albinism in the water?” 02 asks, squinting at 03. His hair is a bit lighter than 01's and a lot shorter.

That's what Hemlock had called what made 04 so pale. Hesitantly, 03 nods.

“We didn't hurt him, promise,” 01 say. He could be lying, 03's aware of that, so he should really be more careful. But them 01 smiles, tugging at the marking that covers half his face, and he looks friendly, not cruel like the humans do. Cruel people can't pretend to be nice that well, 03 thinks, so he takes a step closer.

“I'm 03,” he says, slowly holding out his hand. 01 hesitates for a moment before taking it.

“I'm called Hunter,” he says. 03's eyes go wide.

“You have a real name? Like a human?” he exclaims, accidentally being far too loud. 03 cringes at the volume of his voice, waiting to see if the guards react. When none of them do, he looks back at 01, or rather Hunter, and waits patiently for an answer as he wrings his hands.

Hunter nods. “It's my name from before.”

03 gasps in amazement. “Selkies are allowed real names?” Hunter just shrugs.

02 suddenly holds his hand up, waving it frantically. “I have a real name too, I'm called Tech,” the words burst out of him, almost talking too fast for 03 to understand. 03 grins, hardly able to stay in place with excitement. When Hemlock said they were going to meet new people, he could have never imagined he'd mean two new friends. Now they just have to meet 04 properly.

“Please don't be mad at 04,” 03 says. “He sometimes bites. It's because he's scared.” He watches the two new selkies carefully, hoping they won't respond in anger.

Tech nods. “We may have already scared him. He bit Hunter.”

“It wasn't even bad,” Hunter huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. By the little marks on his hand, 03 can tell that it was worse than 04 ever tried to bite him.

Then, a snarl comes from the water. 04's at the edge of the shallow water, hunched forward as he bares his teeth. In seconds, he's slammed into Tech and pushed him to the ground. He comes to a halt in front of Wrecker, growling as he swipes at Hunter and Tech.

“Stop, no,” he shouts, whole body trembling as he puts himself between 03 and the new selkies. It dawns on 03 that 04 is trying to protect him. 03 whistles softly, trying to calm 04. He carefully puts a hand on the baby selkie's shoulder.

04 snaps around, eyes wide, lips pulled back to expose his teeth. He's still shaking.

“It's okay, we're safe,” 03 says, wrapping his arms around the smaller selkie and sinking to the ground. 04 sobs into 03's shoulder, mumbling words 03 can't hear into his side as he holds onto 03 tightly.

Tech and Hunter sit down too, a little bit away from them.

After being given some time to calm down and with a bit of encouragement from 03, 04 tries looking at Hunter and Tech again. He even listens to their introductions and repeats their names, followed by announcing his own. 04 refuses to leave 03's side however and doesn't allow Hunter and Tech to come any closer.

That's alright though, he just needs a little bit of time. 03's certain that soon they'll all be playing together like 03 and 04 do.

That morning, 03 was part of a pod of two. He'd asked Hemlock if he could be counted to their pod too, but Hemlock said that pods are for animals, not humans. Even if it made 03 sad, he still understood. But now, with a little bit of time, they'll be a pod of four, and that sounds absolutely perfect to 03.

#tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #tbb selkie au #my writing #I'm having so much fun with this au

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badbatchsprincess · 10 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.6

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

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Warnings: Canon typical violence, sex!pollen trope, some injury, sexual themes, masturbation, heat cycles, rut

Finally I got his chapter done lololol there's 4k extra words in this one so please enjoy haha!

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"We're under attack!" Wrecker pointed to the sky as more Separatist bombing droids came whizzing by, firing at the Venators in orbit.

"I'm getting Y/N," Hunter started, taking off running towards the growing commotion, but he was suddenly taken off balance when Tech tripped him with his own foot, causing the Sergeant to go tumbling into the grass. He looked up at Tech with a glare.

"You cannot go," Tech said, looking at the camp. "With your heightened senses, it may kill you. From what I can see, those wearing helmets are okay due to their air filters, but those who were caught off guard are starting to display signs of infection. Rescuing Y/N will only risk our own infection, and then it will be irrelevant."

Hunter looked back at the camp, distraught.

"We can't just leave her," Hunter growled, standing back up again.

"What if she's infected?" Crosshair asked, looking down his scope at the medical tent. "The Omegas on the science team died."

Wrecker growled.

"The Omegas died because they had no Alpha to cure their induced heat," Tech read through the researcher's report. "The heat symptoms progressed too far unnaturally."

Suddenly, their com channel cracked. "Hunter?"

"Wolffe?" Hunter responded, looking back at the chaos across the clearing.

"I got her, Hunter!" Wolffe radioed in. "Are you at the Marauder?"

"Yes, we're up here," Hunter said, relieved he could finally take a breath. He grabbed his scope and looked down the rolling hills, trying to see through the foggy red dust.

"We're on our way," Wolffe turned his com off, leaving the 99's in anxious silence. Hunter could pick up the stench rolling off Wrecker and Tech. While the scent was significantly less, even Crosshair was getting nervous seeing the rising tensions in the crowd of 104th regs.

"I see them," Tech said, zooming in his lenses. "1 o'clock."

"What happened to her?" Hunter tried zooming in closer to their silhouette. Y/N was thrown over Wolffe’s shoulder, dangling limply, while Echo followed behind, holding a bloody rag over his face.

"Is she hurt?" Tech asked, trying to get a clearer image.

"I can't tell," Crosshair hissed.

Wolffe and Echo ran as fast as they could, dodging regs and shoving their way through the chaos. When they finally made it up the hill, Wolffe was panting and rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe the dust from his skin.

The others backed up, not wanting to get any closer.

Wolffe set Y/N down on the plush grass, letting Echo kneel down and press his hand to her forehead. He adjusted the little filtration mask pressed to her face, letting her head lull to the side. She was knocked out cold.

"What the hell happened?" Crosshair couldn't believe it.

"I don't know," Wolffe rasped. "But you gotta get her out of here!" He was panting, starting to feel the effects.

"Tech, power up the ship, we're leaving now," Hunter placed his helmet on, securing the filtration system. The others did the same, running to get the ship primed and ready.

"Radio the General, please!" Wolffe was tearing at his armor, starting to feel the unbearable itch of a rut forming. "Fuck!"

Hunter bent down, picking up the tiny Omega and turned towards the ship.

"What about the other Omegas?" Echo asked, looking back at the camp. The infected regs were raising their noses in the air, seemingly trying to tail a particular scent.

"We can't save them all," Hunter decided, saving Y/N was the top of his priority. "We're not risking it."

Echo just nodded and followed him onboard the ship, letting the door close behind him.

When Tech started to pull the Marauder up into the air, they could see the Commander crawling in the grass, fighting the effects of the drug, but in the distance, they saw the beady eyes of the infected following Y/N’s trail.

They seemed to fall into rage when they realized the Omega had gotten away; their howls could be heard from the ship.

"Maker…" Echo was in disbelief. It was hoards of feral Alphas, hundreds of them.

"What happened to Pip?" Wrecker was nudging her limp body, pathetically trying to wake her up.

"Is she infected?" Tech asked.

"No," Echo confirmed. "She got the mask in time."

"Are you infected?" Hunter looked at their co-pilot.

"No," Echo shook his head. "I'm barely human, nonetheless an Alpha. I don't think it affects me the same way it does all of you."

"We should still check," Tech put the ship into autopilot and went into Y/N's bunk to grab her med kit.

"What happened to her?" Hunter asked, setting her down gently on the floor.

"We just got to the triage tent, she was clocking in when Wolffe came to speak with her," Echo noticed the way Hunter’s eyes narrowed, possessively he might add. He was going to love rousting Y/N when she finally wakes up. "They were talking when the bombs dropped. She saw the red and knew exactly what it was. She grabbed a respirator and tried to save her friend, that little skinny Omega."

"Taran," Tech chimed in.

"Yeah, sure, anyways," Echo looked over to his longest-known friend. "She got knocked over in the chaos and hit her head. Almost got trampled but Wolffe found her and got her out." Echo wanted to smirk so badly, knowing it was going to drive his unit up the wall to know Wolffe saved the day once again.

They had been pining for her ever since they met her, but Y/N was too oblivious to notice. But the arc trooper noticed everything. His sense of smell may have been demolished, but he could see it in all of their eyes.

Echo also may or may not have caught Crosshair rutting with an Omega that looked nearly identical to Y/N the last time they were back for quarterlies. Echo didn't say anything though, but he was always watching.

"What do we do?" Wrecker took off his helmet and sat on the floor next to Y/N.

"She'll need bacta for the head injury and probably pain management when she wakes," Tech informed.

"I'll do it," Crosshair knelt down, taking the pack. "I did it for her once on Crait."

The others just watched as he found the liquid bacta and placed it into her injector. He cleaned the site and pressed the mechanism close to her neck. He pressed the button and watched the dose administer. Her head lulled back into his hand, and he gently removed the respirator from her face.

"Ad’ika?" Hunter cooed, running a gloved hand over her cheek.

Crosshair kept his hawk eyes carefully trained on her eyelashes. She tried to flutter them open, but they were too heavy it seemed. Instead, she just clutched onto his chest plate weakly and groaned in pain.

"It's okay," Hunter whispered, watching Crosshair help her sit up. "You're safe."

She turned into Crosshair, feeling dizzy.

"Get her the painkiller," Tech fussed. Hunter loaded the new cartridge and handed it to the sniper. He pressed it to her shoulder and pushed the button, hearing her wince as the medicine entered her system.

"She's too weak, get her something to lay down on," Crosshair motioned to their bunks.

Wrecker disappeared into her bunk and came back with her cot mattress. They made room on the main cabin floor where Crosshair gently set her down on the mattress, letting her lay down comfortably.

She rolled onto her side, keeping her eyes closed, waiting for the medicine to kick in.

Hunter just looked to Echo, who was concerned, watching his friend in pain.

"What do we do now?" Wrecker asked, watching the Venators approach.

"We let them know what happened, and then I guess we go to Coruscant for quarterlies," Hunter crossed his arms, peering down at the little medic. "We're not going back to Kashyyyk. Not with Y/N."

"It’s been three months already?" Wrecker groused, he hated getting his implant replaced.

"Shockingly yes," Tech replied. "We'll be coming up on seventy-five rotations, give or take a few days." He settled back into his seat to send the transmission to General Plo’s ship.

Up ahead, the darkness of space was lit up with blue and red laser beams as the Republic forces engaged the Separatist warships. Tech stayed far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough to get the message out.

"Well then let's set a course for—" Echo was cut off when their ship was suddenly rocked violently.

"Separatists!" Tech pulled back the controls and started making a beeline away from the planet to make the jump to hyperspace.

"They're on our tail!" Echo exclaimed, watching the red blast fly past them.

"I know…" Tech tried to snake the ship hopefully to throw them, but the droid ship just locked on.

"Make the jump!" Crosshair bit out.

Tech flicked the switch on the console, hearing the hyperdrive power up. Tech set the course for Coruscant, and Echo pushed the lever. Just as the Marauder made the jump, there was a blast coming from the back of the ship.

Just as they jumped, the ship made a loud rumble before falling out of hyperspace. They all lurched forwards as the Marauder was beginning to lose control.

"We've lost left rear engine and hyperdrive," Echo was scrambling to gain the controls back.

"We're heading straight for Mimban," Tech pointed out, seeing the brown planet approaching quickly.

"We're going to have to make an emergency landing," Echo grabbed his steering and tried to pull up to slow the ship.

"Brace!" Tech yelled, pulling up the nose last minute.

The crash was violent and rough. The entire ship creaked as its hull bent under the impact. The lights overhead flickered before permanently shutting off, throwing the whole crew into total darkness. Everyone on board was flung forwards as the Marauder skidded to a halt into something soft.

The emergency lights turned on with a red glow, signaling a total system failure.

~~~

Everything was fuzzy and dizzying the longer you tried to refocus your vision. The pain killers were swirling in your system, making you feel good… really good actually. This was probably the best crash landing you've ever been a part of now that you're thinking about it.

"Y/N?" Echo's face was suddenly in yours. "What is wrong with her?"

You heard yourself giggling. Echo suddenly had two heads, only making you giggle more. Reaching out, your hands felt strange, like they had grown scales or something. You just looked at them, watching your fingertips change colors with an amused gasp.

"Crosshair gave her too much painkiller," Tech brought his flashlight to your eyes, watching them dilate. You placed a hand against Tech's helmet lens, blocking his view, making him swat your grabby hands away.

"What do we do?"

"We just gotta wait it out."

"Well, I don't think that will be a problem. I don't think we're getting out of here for a while."

You could hear their voices talking. Hunter's smokey voice was like honey to your ears. You chewed your lip, looking down at your boots, feeling your cheeks heat up. You felt a tingly warmth start to fill your tummy the longer he talked, and the feeling only seemed to move lower as he continued. You looked up and stared at his criminally slutty waist and fit ass from your jump seat with a longing stare.

You barely registered when he turned to face you with a raised brow. Caught, you turned your gaze up to meet his pretty face and pretty eyes. You bit your lip and blinked owlishly as he studied your face.

"That's freaking me out," Echo grumbled, watching you go out of your right mind.

"Well, let's get to work trying to repair the ship. I don't want to find out what's out here come nightfall," Hunter ordered, "and don't let her wander.”

Soon, you found yourself alone, happily swinging your feet from the jump seat without a care in the world. Echo arrived and adjusted your seat straps so you couldn’t dawdle off like a lost pup. You just giggled and poked at his head ports, making him scowl.

He forced you to drink some water, mumbling something about flushing your system.

You felt the warm Mimban breeze blow through the ship as the boys opened the hatch and got to work digging the ship out.

Tech came to feed you some ration bars and give you more water before checking your vitals. When he determined you were able to hold yourself up without falling over, he unclipped the jump seat straps and helped you get used to your feet again.

“I would suggest you just lay down for a while until you’re functioning properly again.” You clutched his arm while he helped you walk to the mattress on the floor. You plopped down on your bum before flopping over on your side.

“Alright then.” Tech pushed his glasses up and went back to tinkering in one of the side panels.

You pawed at the sky, trying to feel the breeze with your hands, which earned you a few glances from your concerned pack. You nibbled at the food they left for you, but it started to taste funny, and you only giggled more.

“I couldn’t have given her that much,” Crosshair watched you play with your food with an amused look on his face.

“She’s small, even for humanoid omega standards,” Tech ripped out a clump of fried wires and began cutting through the damage, “The dose you gave her was most likely for a full-grown alpha, such as Wrecker.”

“Kriff,” Crosshair whispered and turned back to help Tech.

~~~

Night was coming fast, and you had now come down from being stoned beyond your wildest imagination. You stared at the wall, suddenly remembering everything and realizing the dire situation you were all in. You were beginning to miss the delirium of the painkillers. Luckily, your headache was gone, and the bacta seemed to heal the head injury.

However, you were still royally pissed at your unit.

You didn’t forget what happened, and how they had treated you. You tucked your knees into your chest and decided zoning out into the wall would be better than feeling the rage boiling in your chest.

You noticed they were starting to call it quits making their way back inside the ship. You decided you wanted to be alone and grabbed the corner of your cot to drag it haphazardly through the nearly sideways ship. With a struggle, you got the mattress back into your bunk and hauled it up onto the metal slab. With one final grunt, you shoved the mattress back into place, giving yourself a rest.

You decided to change into something a little cooler. This planet seemed to be a lot warmer than Kashyyyk. You haven’t been able to see outside, but you could taste the humidity in the air and feel the warming breeze. You yanked your long sleeve off and swapped it out for a cropped tank. The tight cargos got swapped for loose ones, and you kicked off your boots, opting just for your socks.

You heard a knock on the door and expected it to be Tech needing something from his bunk, but it turned out to be Echo.

“Hey,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” you replied, folding up your dirty clothes. Your nose immediately scrunched, “You reek.” It wasn’t his normal smell; it was something gross and terrestrial.

He sniffed his armpits, “I didn’t even think I still had sweat glands.”

You shook your head and pointed to his shoes, “Stinky!”

He looked down at the reddish mud caked onto his boots, “Oh… yeah, it’s nasty out there.”

You just made a face and covered your nose.

“You feeling okay?” He asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t really know what’s going on. One second I’m on Kashyyyk and the next I’m higher than a hayroot, and then we’ve crash-landed on some stinky planet.”

“Well… you pretty much nailed it,” Echo scratched his head, “You got knocked out in the triage tent after separatists dropped the spice bombs. Then Wolffe carried you all the way back to the Marauder despite being dosed himself and handed you off to Hunter who tried to get away to keep everyone safe and get the message to the General, but we were shot down making the jump to lightspeed and then crash-landed here on Mimban.”

“Mimban?!” You screeched, “That’s in the middle of nowhere!”

He nodded solemnly.

“Did you guys send a distress call to the Republic fleet?”

“We tried… then Tech realized our comms have been squished.”

“Squished…” You narrowed your eyes.

“That was the word he used.”

“I see,” you crossed your arms, “So what I’m hearing is, we have no ship…”

“Correct.”

“No comms.”

“Correct.”

“No fleet.”

“Correct.”

“No one knows where we are.”

“Mhmm.”

“The entire 104th was chemically attacked.”

“Yes.”

“And we’re stranded on Mimban… with no way to leave.”

“Correct.”

“Are you all aware we are supposed to be on Coruscant in eleven days for quarterlies?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, feeling the anxiety creeping in. Great, this is just perfect.

“Are you… alright?” He asked, watching your eye twitch slightly.

“No.”

There was a bout of silence…

He smacked his teeth, “It’s an unfortunate situation.”

You nodded vigorously, “One might say that.”

“An extremely awful and awkward situation…”

“Yeah… it is,” you pushed your tongue into the side of your mouth.

“Well… do you want dinner?”

“I think I lost my appetite,” you gave him a plastered smile.

“Let me know if that changes… I’ll leave you to it.” Echo turned on his heel, leaving your bunk and closed the door behind him. It was only a few seconds before he heard you scream violently into your pillow, making the others jump.

“I take it she figured it out,” Hunter uncovered his ears.

Echo shook his head, “Yeah, I’d say she figured it out.”

“FUCK!” Your muffled scream made Hunter cringe again.

“I think she’s taking the news quite well,” Tech poked at his food.

“Was that you making a joke?” Crosshair raised a brow.

“I thought my sarcasm was obvious,” Tech bit into his warmed food.

“How was that obvious?” Wrecker grumbled.

“We have to get off this rock,” Echo chewed his dinner, “Stating the obvious, but your implants are going to wear out. If we don’t get an evac or somehow manage to fix the ship, we’re going to have a big problem.”

“Our first priority is to fix the com system and try to contact the nearest fleet,” Tech replied, “That would be the most promising scenario given we have no other hurdles.”

“And if we can’t?” Echo raised a brow.

“Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” Hunter was trying not to think about the fact that they could be dealing with an omega in heat with alphas in rut in a very confined space. The potential for a mess was likely.

“That gives me a lot of confidence,” Echo snarked.

“It’s all we can do.”

~~~

Day two on Mimban consisted of you coming out of your bunk earlier than the others to eat your breakfast. You looked outside the cockpit window to see nothing but orange fog clouding any terrain. You sighed and prayed to the Force that it would guide you back safely.

The rest of the day, you helped Echo, trailing him, trying to help in any way possible. You quickly realized that the soil on Mimban was reddish-brown clay and it was soft. That was probably the reason the ship hadn’t snapped in two on impact, but the nose of the ship was buried into a thick pile of the stuff. The boys were busy trying to dig out the hull while you, Tech, and Echo fixed the interior damage.

Day three, you were starting to get a little weary. Sleeping on an angle was a bit rough, and Tech decided rest was beneath him. He stayed up all night trying to repair the comm system but didn’t seem to be making any good progress. Echo had you carry around all of the spare parts he needed to try and fix the left engine. Hunter had elected to venture out with Crosshair to see if there were any towns that might be able to help. Wrecker was on shovel clay duty.

Day four, you realized your unit was totally alone in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. There wasn’t anything within remote traveling distance, and when Hunter and Crosshair came back in the morning with the news, you left to lock yourself in your bunk and cry.

Day five was much of the same. You leaned your forehead against the side of the ship while Echo abused your laser suture to weld some pieces of metal to the engine core. You were starting to feel the weight of the situation as the emotional exhaustion was starting to settle in. You missed Kashyyyk. You missed the food, and the fresh water, and the clean air. You missed talking to your unit. They still haven’t apologized, and you’re still giving them the cold shoulder even though they clearly cared enough to protect you from the attack on the war camp. Eating your meals in the bunks was the only time you got to yourself.

Day six was when the others started getting a little agitated. It started with Tech fussing about the mud caking on his boots and ass. He tried shaking off the thick clay but ended up getting so frustrated he screamed and kicked the Marauder with full force. It was so out of character everyone stopped what they were doing to look. No one said anything, but they watched their pack mate rip off his shoes and throw them violently into the cabin with a loud splat followed by very creative cursing.

Wrecker was starving as usual, and his food-related complaining was starting to make your stomach growl too. You had to resort to rationing your rations as you all were not prepared to be stranded for days on end.

“Someone had to have seen us get shot down, right?” You asked Echo, handing him his screwdriver.

“I don’t know, pip,” he sighed, scratching his head, “I don’t think this planet is very inhabited. And if it is, we don’t know if it’s advanced in any way.”

You sighed, taking the screwdriver back and handing him a wrench.

“I think the others are starting to lose it,” you whispered and peeked around the corner to see Tech angrily messing with the console with his mismatched socks on display.

“I’ve certainly never seen Tech yell before,” he snickered.

“I miss Kashyyyk,” you sighed.

“Do you miss Kashyyyk or a certain alpha on Kashyyyk?” he joked.

“Echo!” You whispered.

“What?” he laughed, “I’m thinking about that omega back on Coruscant I had before Skako Minor.”

You gasped, feigning scandal.

Echo smirked, “Whatever gets you through the day.”

“Guys, come out here!” Hunter’s voice echoed throughout the ship.

The three of you came out of the ship to see that they had cleared most of the clay away from the ship.

“We need help pushing her over so she’s back on her feet!” Hunter said, ushering you all to help. When you all were in position, you pushed with everything you had (Wrecker did most of the work), but you all watched in awe as the Marauder was finally on all four landing pads.

“We did it!” Wrecker hooted and picked you up spinning you around before depositing you back in the mud. You gave him a little laugh which made his eyes light up. If he was happy about the ship, that was nothing compared to hearing your voice again.

They all got back to their tasks while Wrecker lingered a bit trying to figure out how to hear that pretty sound again.

You just followed Echo back into the now level ship.

“She laughed.” Wrecker mused, “I haven’t heard her laugh in so long.”

Hunter just gave him a saddened look. He knew him and Crosshair still had to apologize for their behavior back on Kashyyyk. But so many things that happened since then he didn’t have time to think about what to say or how to even approach you. It was killing him that you didn’t want to be around them anymore. He was angered by the fact that Wolffe has offered to take you in, and you hadn’t denied him. Had they really pushed you so far? Your cries when Crosshair forced you to submit out of fear haunted him. It made his inner alpha cringe. He regrets not stepping in but he knew his jealousy had overtaken him. Hearing you giggling with Wolffe and coming back wreaking of him like a mated pair made his blood boil. He was far more territorial than he had ever given himself credit for even though he didn’t actually have a claim on you.

You on the other hand, had no desire to talk to either Hunter or Crosshair, even in this desolate situation you’ll never forget the feeling of Crosshair forcing you to do that.

Day seven then turned into eight, which morphed into nine and ten. By the eleventh day, you knew your time was becoming limited. The past few days had everyone’s sense of smell acting up. The pungent odors from the planet’s atmosphere were becoming stronger and you knew the implants were wearing out.

You knew you couldn’t beat around the bush any longer, by dinner time on the eleventh night, you emerged from your bunk full of anxiety. You walked through the galley and faced your pack who conversed over their food.

“So, whats the plan?”

They all whipped their heads around shocked to hear your voice. You stood there raising a brow and crossing your arms waiting for the shock to wear off and someone say something.

“I’m assuming you’re referring to our implants dissipating.” Tech spoke first.

You nodded.

“Well that means we have an undisclosed amount of time before we all inevitably have a rut and you a heat. That puts us in a precarious situation that I think-”

“We know!” Echo snapped.

“We can turn Wreckers bunk into your place for the week.” Hunter started, “You can stay there and we can rig the lock so only Echo can open it. The rest of us will just deal with it out here.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You retreated back into your bunk.

“Y/N! Wait.” Hunter stood up and followed you. He stepped inside your bunk to find you nervously chewing on your lip. You turned around to face him looking like a kicked pup.

“I-I…” He stuttered wanting nothing more than to reach out and embrace you like you had allowed before this whole fight.

“What Hunter?” You were getting agitated with his silence.

“I…I’m sorry, I’m bad at communicating my feelings.” He sighed knowing he was starting to sound like Crosshair, “I don’t know how I should approach you or… I…”

You just help up your hand stopping him, “Come back when the words find you.”

He sighed, “No I-I just need to tell you… how sorry I am. I was wrong. I should have stopped Crosshair and I shouldn’t have punched Wolffe. I just… something came over me and I lost it. It wasn’t okay and I should have protected my pack…I should have protected you and I’m so sorry we’re in this situation again. I don’t know what to do, I-I-“

“Hunter.” You stopped him, “Thank you for saying something.”

He shook his head, “No, you should be angry with me… with us. This isn’t how a pack is supposed to be. At least I don’t think. I’ve never actually been apart of a real one given I don’t have a family.”

“Hunter…we are your pack.” You sighed.

“I just… wait what?” His face suddenly lightened, “y-you’re staying?”

You raised a brow confused.

“It’s just I thought you were starting to court Wolffe, or rather he was courting you and then he offered you a spot in his ranks…” Hunter babbled.

“Hold up.” You shook your head, “Commander Wolffe?”

Hunter looked at you and blinked.

“Courting me? Me courting Commander Wolffe?” You couldn’t hold in the laugh anymore, “That’s what this is about? You thought I-… oh my god!” You were howling.

“He- you-“ Hunter crossed his arms confused now.

“Me what?” You giggled.

“You came back… from being with him.” He mumbled.

“Did you not hear me when I got back to camp?” You were amused at his confusion.

“It was kinda hard to listen when you came back covered in his scent.” He said pointedly.

“Hunter… I almost drowned in the river.” You scoffed, “Wolffe had to pull me out before I got swept down stream.”

He just let his mouth lull open.

“And yes, while we may have been naked, nothing happened…”

“You were WHAT?” Echo screeched from the main cabin.

“You were what?” Hunter repeated with a growl.

“Chill,” You warned.

“You didn’t tell me that!” Echo yelled.

“I may have left that detail out.” You yelled back.

“Look,” You smiled up at Hunter adjusting your crossed arms, “Wolffe has a good ass but he’s definitely not an alpha I’m interested in like that. Now what I cannot figure out is what the hell happened that made you all hate him so much. You didn’t have a problem with him hitting on me on Coruscant.”

Hunter just reached back and scratched his nape, “I uh…”

“Tell her Hunt!” Echo chided from the other room. What a little eavesdropper.

Hunter shifted uncomfortably, “He-he asked if I had claimed you on Crait…”

Butterflies fluttered violently in your stomach. You tried your hardest to steel your emotions but he continued, “I said no. That was the truth, but then he made it pretty clear he was interested in pursuing you. I guess I-”

Suddenly the pieces clicked…

“Hunter, are you jealous?” You put your hands on your hips.

“W-What?” He sputtered and you watched his un-tattooed side of his face turn pink.

“And Crosshair too?” You raised a brow. That would explain his sudden aggression towards you.

“I-I uh,” He genuinely didn’t know what to say but you knew the truth.

Suddenly you remembered the way they all started acting weird after Wolffe talked to hunter. They were all starting to get territorial. They thought Wolffe was taking you from them and they started changing their behavior trying to get your attention.

“I’m coming to save Hunter before he implodes.” Echo stepped into the bunk and let Hunter walk out redder than Mimban clay. Echo gave you a playful look before disappearing back into the cabin leaving you alone to think about everything. The one thing you desired was at least some kind of olive branch from Crosshair, you knew you’d never get a heartfelt apology, but until then you’d wait. He owed you that at least.

~~~

That night, your anxiety was at an all time high. Sleeping in the newly converted bunk the boys had made was making you a bit uneasy. Wrecker’s alpha scent was calming, but you were used to having Tech near by, instead the square box was feeling a bit prison like. The knowledge that you were locked in too didn’t help. You would have preferred to have slept with the door open but Echo insisted that this be how it is.

You curled up on your side holding Lula trying to close your eyes and let sleep take over, but your elevated heart rate disagreed.

You picked up your com and pressed the button, “Echo!” You whispered.

The line was quiet for a moment before he responded, “What?” His voice was raspy with sleep.

“I’m literally fine can you please let me out? I can’t sleep.” You spoke softly into the device.

“No.” The line went dead and you rolled over onto your back with a groan. You picked up your data pad and decided to read one of your smutty holobooks instead.

~~~

“What did she want?” Hunter rasped waking up from the noise.

“She wanted out.” Echo set the device down and curled back up onto his side.

“She’s not an animal Echo…” He sighed rubbing at his eyelids, “It’s not a cage.”

Echo just blinked up at the bottom of Hunter’s bunk, “…No.”

~~~

The mafia boss thrust his massive length into the sweet little omega’s pussy. Her soft mewls filled the gold lined dinning hall with her sweet sound. This only seemed to spur him on.

“Yeah?” He thrust a little harder, “You like when I maim the men who hurt you? You like feeling their blood on my hands?” He nuzzled into her neck lightly teasing her mating gland with his fang.

Elina suddenly clenched down at his words and he smirked knowing thats exactly what his little princess liked.

“Mmm I like that too Caspian.” Y/N chewed on her finger nail finally getting past the enemies to lovers portion and right into the good stuff. Reaching down for her water mug, Y/n suddenly felt a painful knot form in her abdomen.

With a grunt you put down your holonovel and rubbed at your stomach feeling the pain settle. With a deep breath you tried picking up your book again, but the movement caused another one to tear right through your muscles. You yelped and forced yourself into a sitting position.

“No. No. No.” You whispered trying to massage the pain away.

“Please no.” You begged but the dull pain was starting to become something more sinister. The heat started to emanate from the pain and spread throughout your body giving you a flush. You suddenly were uncomfortable in your little sleep set. You couldn’t get further enough away from the blankets on your cot and opted to curl up on the floor absorbing the cold steel floor desperate for relief.

~~~

Hunter was having a relatively boring dream when his senses started to draw him back to the land of the living.

He couldn’t help but raise his nose in the air while he blinked awake trying to follow the deliciously sweet scent. He barely had his eyes open when a gut wrenching yowl rattled the entire ship.

Suddenly Crosshair was shot up in the darkness holding his blaster trying to figure out what startled him.

“What was that?” Wrecker’s voice croaked from the floor.

Crosshair rubbed his eyes looking around. Everyone was sat upright listening carefully when another more pained warble made the hair stand up on the back of their necks.

“Y/N…” Hunter said looking at their closed door knowing she was just on the other side of the hall surely in pain.

“It started.” Echo laid back down using his pillow to cover his ears.

“It seems she’s… in heat.” Tech searched for his glasses.

“What do we do?” Wrecker asked concerned.

“Nothing.” Hunter groused and laid back down, “Go back to sleep.”

Another whine echoed making Wrecker tense, “She sounds like in pain shouldn’t we help her?”

“That’s the point idiot.” Crosshair snapped while he relaxed back down on his side staring at the wall.

Wrecker just grumbled to himself and forced himself to ignore pip’s desperate cries.

~~~

“Kriff.” You hissed and writhed on the floor feeling the unbearable heat terrorize your entire body. In this moment you cursed the GAR with everything you had. You missed Layla, she wouldn’t have ever let this happen to you. Instead the universe just had to crash land you on this hellscape of a planet with 5 devastatingly attractive Alphas whose scent was beginning to permeate the blast door’s seal.

You moaned smelling the delicious alpha pheromones as they all danced around your little cage like the worst form of torture. The smell immediately triggered your slick response. The wetness soaked your panties and little sleep shorts ruining them totally.

You cried out praying one of the men would snap and take pity on you.

This was significantly less luxurious than the heat house on Naboo. What you would give to have knotting toys and a vibrator right now. You shoved your tiny hand into your pants bringing them to the source of your wetness and dragged them through your silky folds.

You bit back a moan when you found your clit and started to circle it just how you liked. Just like the last time, you came fast, but the burn didn’t ebb. You just growled wanting nothing more than to be stretched from the inside. You wanted a thick knot to cure your pain.

You writhed as another wave of cramps hit and you let out a scream.

~~~

Hunter had held out longer than he thought we could have. He at least made it to sunrise before he couldn’t take listening to her suffering anymore. It was literally his biology to service an omega. Listening to her helpless sounds was making him feel ill and the rock hard boner in his pants wasn’t helping either. Her cries were so tempting. He tried to cover his ears but it was like a siren’s call. He knew that was the point, but it didn’t make it easier to hear especially because he could hear way more than the others. He could hear her panting, her silenced moans, the way her fingers squelched as she tried desperately to fill herself to dull the pain. It was a torture like no other.

“I can’t take this.” Hunter said throwing himself over the side of his bunk and exited the ship. He noted how the others hadn’t gone back to sleep either. How could they?

When he passed by the door, he heard the way she gasped and crawled over to the door trying to listen to his footsteps. Her desperate whines turned into sultry cooes trying to lure him closer to her. She was lost to the heat. He could tell from her cute little sounds, and the way he could smell her slick from the hatch door. She was slipping deeper and deeper by the minute.

With a bit of willpower, he continued outside hearing her crying fade and turn back into suffering wails.

He huffed and sat down on the hatch steps feeling on edge. He shoved his hands over his ears trying to down her out. He knew the others were starting to be affected, even their scents started to spike in response to the distressed omega. It wouldn’t be long before they were in rut too.

~~~

It was time for Echo to feed you. He seemed to be the only one not affected by the now pungent smell. The others resorted to fleeing outside the ship like Hunter had hours ago. Echo was obviously the only one permitted to open your door to make sure you were eating and could use the fresher.

“Hey Y/N?” Echo knocked on the blast door.

He just heard a small sound letting him know you were in there, “I got you some dinner and thought you could stretch your legs?”

“Alpha?” She rasped coming nearer.

Echo used his special pass code to open the door letting it slide open to reveal you absolutely drenched in sweat and shaking on your knees on the bare floor. He knelt down holding your food tray setting it down gently in front of you. You peered up at him with your massively dilated eyes. He sighed knowing how painful all this must be for you.

“Please Echo.” You whined reaching out for him grabbing his arm. He looked down at your flushed wrist feeling its heat on his skin. He leaned forwards to press his palm to your forehead making you preen. Your skin was hot making him a bit hesitant. He was really hoping you weren’t in any kind of health predicament because of this. He’s personally never seen an omega suffer through a heat alone. His partners had always been cared for and it had never gotten to this point. He was a little distressed looking at your current state. It felt wrong. What little part of him still carried the Alpha instincts, felt for you. He wanted to comfort you but knew it couldn’t do any good.

“I’ll take you to the fresher when you finish eating.” He said backing up making you drop with wrist with a pout.

“I’m not hungry.” You sulked.

“I know hun, but you have to eat something or you’ll get sick.” He reasoned.

“But…I-I…” You chewed your lip anxiously.

“Y/N,” He sat back with a more stern voice said, “Eat your dinner.”

“Can I use the fresher first.” You tried to negotiate.

“Fine.” He sighed standing up to assist you in standing, “But then you’re going to eat right after this, you haven’t eating anything in 24 hours.”

You just nodded and let him assist you to the fresher. Once inside, he left you to your devices to use the toilet and turn on the shower to cold. Once inside the shower, you keened feeling the freezing water soothe your burning skin. You tried your best to wash the suds over your hair and skin trying to clean yourself to the best of your ability despite the grogginess.

Echo handed you a fresh towel from a crack in the door letting you dry off and pull on fresh clothes he had set out.

You wobbled back to the room seeing the plate of food on the floor you had neglected and internally sighed. You didn’t want to eat. It didn’t sound good. Instead you wanted an alpha, a really really strong alpha. One that would scent you and fill you up so good. Better than that dumb food.

“Y/N?” Echo eyed the tray, “Remember what you promised?”

You pouted, “Echo please I’m not hungry.”

He just rubbed his face getting frustrated and grumpy.

“Can I have something to nest with?” You asked giving him your best begging eyes, “The floor is cold.”

He sighed and got up leaving you to glare at the steaming rations. When he came back he had every cargo/moving blanket he could scrounge up along with a few pieces of your clothing. He set them down presenting them to you and you chirped happily taking the fabrics from him with greed.

“Now will you eat?” He was getting annoyed.

You ignored him and started fussing around with the blankets rubbing the slightly rough material on your face trying to place them just right. It was making you a bit feral trying to place them correctly in the corned furthest from the door.

You heard the door slide shut behind you letting you know that Echo had abandoned his attempt to get you to eat something. You smiled finally feeling like you were getting somewhere. You wiped your sweat from your forehead and continued rubbing your scent all over the new nest.

Unexpectedly, the door slid open again and you spun around at being disturbed. This time, Echo wasn’t alone. Next to him stood Crosshair, who looked a bit crossed.

“Alpha.” You stood to walk over to him. His delicious smell was making you hazey and you practically tried to throw yourself at him. Crosshair came to save you…

“Stop.” His tone made you freeze on the spot. Your body started to vibrate the longer you scented him and stared into his piercing eyes.

“Echo said you aren’t eating, ad’ika.” His voice was making more slick produce in your panties. You swore you saw his nose flare at the smell that was radiating off of you. The only thing you could process in your dumb omega mind was how good his knot would feel like inside you right about now.

“Omega.” He snarled. You whined. Alpha is upset.

“I’m not h-hungry.” You whispered casting your eyes down to his boots.

“You will eat and you will finish that entire glass of water do you understand?” He commanded with a stern voice you weren’t used to. But man, did it do something to your instincts. You nearly fell to your knees pulling the tray into your lap. His alpha tone was like nothing you had ever heard before, and it sounded so so good.

“Yes, Alpha.” You said picking up the spork and shoving the first bite of food into your mouth, when you swallowed you took the tooka mug of water chugged the liquid not realizing how thirsty you had actually become. You looked up at the two Alphas desperate for their approval. Crosshair just gave you a little nod wanting you to continue.

“Thank you.” Echo whispered.

Crosshair grunted trying to keep himself in check. Even though he was engineered to have inhuman levels of self control and patience, somehow seeing you kneeling on the floor desperately trying to finish your plate to please him was making his pants tighten. The alpha in him was desperate to take your pain away. Echo had worried them when he said you were refusing to eat, he asked Crosshair to give the command knowing he’d be able to control himself for at least a little. He still was upset about your weight when you had come back from Naboo. Those karking droids couldn’t take care of you as well as a partner could. He knew he had no other choice but to step in.

“I’m done Alpha.” You said sweetly placing the tray down hoping he’d give you a reward.

“Good girl.” Crosshair praised watching your eyes light up as Echo took the tray away, “Now you’re going to eat everything Echo gives you, do you understand?”

She suddenly pouted realizing he wasn’t staying.

“Omega?” He raised a brow.

You nodded letting him know you understood.

Then to your chagrin, they closed and locked the door once again. You gave an anxious whine hoping they’d come back, but when the door remained closed despite your hopefully thinking, you resigned to the nest on the floor.

~~~

“She ate.” Crosshair joined the others in the makeshift tent they created outside. The others visibly relaxed.

Crosshair noticed Hunter’s cheeks turning pink as he seemed to be locking his vision onto the floor… the little omega must be trying to get herself off again he thought. Hopefully she’d settle down soon and sleep leaving them all to toil in the increasing rut symptoms.

“Is it getting hotter?” Wrecker tried fanning himself.

“You’re in rut Wrecker.” Tech bit out yanking at his own collar.

“Argh!” The giant groaned.

Hunter shifted uncomfortably noting the near painful bulge in his pants. That damn omega was making his entire system feel like it was on the brink of short circuiting. He was starting to get a little anxious on top of his agitation. It had never felt like this before…granted he didn’t ever let it progress like this…

“I’m so…” Wrecker stood up and pushed his fist into the nearest rock, “Argh!”

Pieces of red earth went flying everywhere.

“Wrecker!” Hunter snapped, “Go rub one out, thats an order!”

The giant just stomped away out into the distance to relive himself.

“I’ll admit, this is beginning to feel unbearable.” Tech slumped against the rock he was leaning on to stare up at the night sky.

“Imagine how Pip feels.” Echo sighed hoping to get some shut eye. She was being uncharacteristically quiet.

So much so, that after a bated breath, the others perked up their heads including Hunter trying to figure out why it was so silent.

Then there was a loud moan breaking the silence and they continued on knowing she was fine.

“This is cruel.” Crosshair crossed his arms looking at Hunter, “You didn’t see her.” His disapproval had been known since it had started.

“You don’t think I know that?” Hunter snarled, “But what the fuck are we supposed to do?”

“Go fuck her!” Crosshair leered.

“We cannot do that.” Hunter shook his head despite how much his body agreed with Crosshair.

“So you’re going to let her suffer like this for six more days?” Crosshair rolled his eyes at his stupidly moral brother, “This is cruel to her and you know it.”

“Since when do you give a fuck about her?” Hunter narrowed his eyes challengingly.

“I’ve always given a fuck about her.” He bared his teeth, “Like you said, she’s pack!”

Hunter just stared at his little brother. While Crosshair may be harsh and unyielding, Hunter couldn’t ignore the tiny soft spot Pip had carved out into his stone cold facade. It was the smaller things, Crosshair brining her stuff, keeping an eye on her wherever they may be, the gentle way he holds her when she’s in need, the bastard still treated her like shit out of jealousy, but that didn’t change the fact that Hunter did in fact see it.

“Alright everyone calm down.” Echo put a hand up in the air, “You’re hormones are taking over.”

Tech decided to stand up to stretch, the clay earth was dampening his trousers making him cringe. He really would prefer to be on Kashyyyk right about now, at least there they had wood for a fire and fresh meat. He decided it would be best for him to also find a secluded space to relieve himself before the frustration became too much.

“Then there were three.” Crosshair closed his eyes again trying to focus on anything else besides the throbbing in his pants.

Echo cleared his throat, “I agree with Crosshair.”

“What?” Both the Sargent and the sniper said at once.

Echo just looked at Hunter, “I already feel guilty about leaving her at that heat center, granted she had way more available to her, but this is wrong. You didn’t see her Hunter, she’s delirious.”

“No! We’re not subjecting her to that.” Hunter growled.

“What if she chooses?” Echo said diplomatically.

“It doesn’t change the fact that eventually she’s going to not be in heat and have to live with us. Then she’s definitely going to transfer to the wolf pack. She’ll hate us.”

Crosshair growled menacingly at the mention of the 104th.

“I don’t think thats the case.” Echo tapped his chin.

“What do you mean?” Hunter questioned.

“I just… look she hasn’t said anything to me, but I have eyes. She’s not oblivious to the way you four have been slowly courting her. She knows none of you are going to make a move without threatening to upset the others so she ignores it.” Echo sighed, “I just don’t think she’ll be as upset at you think Hunter.”

“I still don’t think it’s the right thing to do. She said she hasn’t had a heat in two years. Clearly she’s not interested.”

“Well… that’s not entirely true.” Echo smirked.

Hunter raised a curious brow.

“She had a bit of a thing with the captain stationed on Ryloth, before she transferred to you.” Echo continued, “It was after she was stranded in that village with the droids. The captain had been the first to find her with the pup. Everyone swore he fell in love at first sight. The lovesick idiot couldn’t stay away from her.”

“They were in a relationship?” Hunter prodded he fought back the jealousy flaring in his chest… with a reg?

“No, no.” Echo shook his head, “Just an arrangement. When she had a breakout heat, he’d be the on she went to.”

“Which captain?” Crosshair snapped.

“Howzer.” Echo hid a cheeky smile.

“Was he assigned to helping Cham Syndulla?” Hunter asked.

“Thats the one.” Echo confirmed.

They sat there in contemplative silence. Wrecker and Tech were making their way back at this point, pink cheeked, and sweaty.

“So, how would this work?” Hunter thumbed his chin, “How does this work without causing a massive problem?”

“Are you worried about her or the others?” Echo asked.

“Both.” Hunter answered, “I think it’s obvious we all like her.”

“We let her choose.” Crosshair repeated Echo.

“Then whoever it is, helps her, and everyone else agrees to be civil.” Echo added.

“And what about you?” Crosshair raised a brow.

Echo chuckled, “I don’t know if you noticed but…” He gestured down at his body, “Not an alpha anymore. Barely a human at that. I’m not affected by her smell or noise.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Wrecker had an idea but he wanted to make sure he wan’t imagining it.

“We’re putting Pip out of her misery.” Hunter shook his head unable to shake the feeling that this was a bad idea.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Tech was a bit in shock that his brother caved like this.

Hunter just looked to Crosshair who spoke up, “Let’s get this over with.”

They got up, and made their way inside the ship all filing into the main cabin where Echo scooted past them to start entering the access code to Wrecker’s bunk.

The Alphas were squirming in their shoes in the presence of such strong pheromones. Her scent was everywhere and it was thick they could practically taste it on their tongues.

The door unlocked and slid open causing Echo to turn his eyes up to the ceiling. Inside, Y/N was nearly naked writhing on the floor as more cramps coursed through her little body.

~~~

“Alpha?” You whispered feeling how hoarse your voice had become.

“Just me tiny.” Echo folded his arms looking away trying to give you a little dignity.

“Are you making me eat again?” You asked sitting up to look at him.

“No Ad’ika… can you put on some pants?” He cleared his throat.

You got up on wobbly legs and grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them on with an agitated huff. Had he been still a normal reg, he wouldn’t have ever been able to resist such a pretty thing like you. He was starting to wonder how Howzer didn’t seal the deal and claim you when he had you like this.

“Thank you.” He sighed and looked back down at you. You noticed him looking to his side and wondered what he was seeing. “I’m going to let you out. The others have agreed to help you on one condition.”

“An alpha?” Your eyes suddenly lit up and excitement boiled in your tummy.

“Mhmm.” He nodded, “They’ve agreed to play nice, but you have to choose okay?”

“Okay.” You slowly made your way out of the confinement space raising your nose in the air smelling the delicious scent of purebred alpha. When you turned into the galley your scent spiked in excitement. Echo helped you stop swaying as you entered the main cabin. You let out a gasp seeing your pretty alphas all in one space.

“Alright, you got your pick of the litter.” Echo nudged you forward.

“It’s okay Ad’ika.” Hunter invited you to come closer.

You couldn’t help but feel the thrill of seeing them having to adjust themselves at the sight of you. You stepped closer taking Hunter’s sturdy hand.

“I have to choose?” You asked with doe eyes. He nodded.

You leaned forwards bravely placing your hands on his firm chest. The warmth was making you shiver. You brought your nose forward and pressed into his neck. He smelled as good as he did back on Anakin’s Venator. You shamelessly crawled into his lap straddling him. He let out a surprised yelp feeling your warmth on his crotch. He nearly collapsed when you affectionately rubbed your cheek up against his feeling his stubble along his chin. You repeated on the other side scenting him, you were getting frustrated with how he kept his hands off of you respectfully. You wanted him to grab at the tiny scraps of clothing you were still wearing and tear them off already.

“Alright sweetheart come’re.” Crosshair was getting jealous and lifted you off of his brother. You purred liking his dominance. He towered over you as he leaned against the dining table. You fisted his shirt in your hands as his hands wandered your back letting you explore him. You really liked how his presence dwarfed yours. His smell was similar to Hunter’s but just slightly different making him uniquely Crosshair. You stood on your tiptoes to reach his neck, he took pity on you and leaned down slightly to help. Your mouth instantly started to water and you opened your mouth to stick out your tongue to get a taste when his hand immediately fisted into hair to wrench your head back.

“Ah ah ah.” He chided, “Be good and follow Echo’s rules.”

You pouted before relenting, ignoring the rush of slick sliding down your thighs.

Next was Tech. He shifted slightly when you approached. You stood between his parted legs and bent over giving Hunter a perfect view of your dripping core and soaked panties. The poor Alpha gripped his chair so hard the metal probably bent.

“Hi Tech.” You smiled sweetly bending one knee to place it between his legs thinking he’d let you. Instead he took you by surprise and grabbed your neck keeping you from making your move. He raised a brow and tilted his head slightly in a domineering way you didn’t expect from the pilot it sent a rush through you.

“You heard Crosshair.”

Crosshair snorted watching Tech control your movements, it shocked him too.

“Yes sir.” You whispered letting him guide you to his scent gland. You shifted to get a good smell letting your hands wander his shoulders a bit hoping he’d let you run your fingers through is hair. When you tried, he leaned into your touch giving you the cue. You greedily let your nails scrape against his scalp and you felt the way he was fighting back a groan. When you were satisfied, you then turned to Wrecker who was watching every single micro movement you made.

“Wrek.” You smiled and crawled over Tech to sit in his lap. They didn’t stop you when you climbed over Tech to straddle the giant. Wrecker placed a massive hand on the small of your back making you shiver with his warmth. His scent was similar just like his brothers, but each of them had tiny notes of something different. They were equally delicious and you could help yourself but to grind down on his lap making him smile and moan.

“Omega…” Hunter warned.

“She’s a greedy little thing isn’t she?” Crosshair raised a brow.

“So?” Echo asked looking at you.

“I can’t choose.” You pouted pushing yourself into Wrecker who happily let you. You rubbed your forehead against his neck liking his scent. You hadn’t really been able to smell any of them before, not with your implants intact. But now, ugh it was so good. Your entire body trembled with excitement being around so many perfect alphas.

“What?” They all asked. That’s never happened before. Usually omegas can pick out one scent that they prefer.

“I don’t wanna- ah!” You clenched weakly around Wrecker as another wave of cramps pushed through. You let out a pained whine, “Help me. Please!” You begged to the room.

“Y/N we can’t help you until you tell us what you want.” Tech said struggling to control himself. Wrecker rubbed soothing hands up and down your back in an effort to relax you again.

You squirmed against Wrecker and tucked your face into his neck again mumbling.

They just looked confused before turning to Hunter.

He looked up at Crosshair then Tech, “She said she wants… all four.”

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