#SHE GOT YOU THERE CROSSHAIR OOF-

[barissoffee]

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH | 3.05 THE RETURN

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 10 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crossed

Summary: You just want to restock the ship - but Crosshair has other plans.

Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff

Warnings: P in V sex, 'ownership' mentioned, rough sex (hand on throat, some throwing around), squirting, sensual sex, use of pet names. Top! then soft Crosshair.

Notes: I hope you all enjoy :). People have been asking after this chapter for awhile, which brings me SO MUCH HAPPY! Please share the happy by reblogging. (For real, if you love it enough to ask for more, my dears, please reblog. It brings me such joy - don't you want to bring me joy?? 😭)

Word Count:

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“That didn’t count!!!”

Crosshair smirks around his toothpick. “A pin is a pin, Wrecker,” he drawls, continuing down the corridor with you and the big guy in tow.

“But she was WIGGLING.” Wrecker pouts as he follows, wiping some of the sweat from his brow. You smile mischievously, a little extra flounce in your step as you walk.

“You heard him, babe, a pin is a pin. And I’ve been holding back that tactic for ages.”

Wrecker shoots you a look before looking forward again, moving to avoid two oncoming troopers. “Well that’s not fair.”

You laugh. “I’m really just doing you a favor. What if some sexy clanker has you pinned and starts doing the same thing? You'll be so unprepared!”

Wrecker’s eyes open in surprise. “Do they make those??”

“You never know, those Seppies are sly.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively. He goes back to pouting, realizing you're joking.

“Hm.”

You laugh, circling your arms behind his neck and kissing him on the nose. "Sorry, honey," you coo, not bothering to hide your enjoyment. "I won't do it again."

"Hm. You better not," he grumbles as you slide back down.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair says quietly to himself. You wink at him, then stretch your arms over your head with a contented sigh.

“Oof that shower is going to feel good,” you breathe, rolling your neck. “I think I'll head to the ship, use the fresher there."

Crosshair's eyes dart to yours, irritated.

“What for?” Wrecker asks, equally let down.

"Because three of us need a shower- and I actually need to get clean.” You smile at Wrecker’s crestfallen face. “Besides, I need to take stock of our supplies - since now I know where ALL THAT GAUZE WENT.” Wrecker grins, recovered in light of their combined mischief. Crosshair just smirks. You playfully turn on your heal, starting to head down the corridor towards the ship with a wave. “Don't miss me too much, ok?”

"We'll try!" Wrecker calls after you. He starts back to their barracks - then stops, realizing that Crosshair isn’t following him. 

“You comin’?” 

Crosshair turns his body, eyes staring for a moment at your receding form before fully turning to follow his brother, a glint in his eye.

“I’m showering first.”

Wrecker looks over at him, confused. “Why, you got somewhere to be?”

“No.” Crosshair smirks, approaching the door to their quarters. “I have something to do.”

Wrecker's brow furrows as the barrack door opens before him. “What?”

Crosshair looks at him out of the corner of his eye as he enters, making his way towards the fresher.

“Let's call it some… unfinished business.”

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You sigh contentedly as you step under the hot water for a last rinse. the final suds disappearing down the drain. Clean. Well and truly clean, even for just five minutes.

These moments are sacred. Peace, calm, relaxation. It can happen so rarely as a soldier - especially surrounded by a bunch of large, smelly boys. And battle. And sex.

...

...and then your brain pulls you to the chore waiting outside the fresher walls.

Dammit. Moment over.

Well, the sooner it's done, the sooner you can stop worrying about it. You turn off the water, dry and wrap yourself in a towel, then head to the medical supplies storage unit, already reviewing the list in your head.

You sift through your stores methodically. Hm.

You needed more adhesive spray (dammit, Tech was CONSTANTLY stealing yours!!!! That fucking...)

Good on grav press bandage cuffs…

Good on Medical bandage patch…

Need plenty more Bacta patches - need more glue stat…

Laser suture- where the heck was the laser suture? Did kriffing Tech take the fucking LASER SUTURE???? (You were going to KILL HIM! SADISTICALLY! FOR SCIENCE!!)

And gauze. Lots and lots of gauze. Fucking Hunter. These boys. What were you going to do with these boys getting into your damn med supplies?! Give them a hefty helping of Queenly whoop ass, that's for damn sure-

You hear the hatch start to open behind you, crankily curious to see who was coming aboard… maybe Tech had heard about what you were doing and was coming to give back the fucking laser suture, hoping you would spare his fucking life-

You see Crosshair's silver hair before you see the rest of him, dressed in his armor, but freshly washed. He closes the hatch, tossing his helmet onto a cockpit chair as he makes his way to you. 

You turn, fists on your hips and a scowl on your lips. “You had better be coming to give me some life or death information right n-"

He bends and lifts you by the back of your legs, slamming you against the bulkhead, your towel falling to the floor. Arousal spikes through your shock - god you love when he manhandles you. (He knows you like it, too- dammit, why did you ever tell him that?) His eyes glue you in place with their amusement, his slithering voice wrapping around you like a coil.

"Hello, princess."

You feel your breath catch at the sudden pulse in your pussy. Fuck, that smirk looks dangerous...

"You owe me.”

Wait, what?

“The hell I do! You remember I'm here to replace gauze, don't you?”

“No," he drawls. Damn that smug glint of satisfaction making you wet. Jerk. "You started something the last time we were on this ship.”  Oh, his voice is caressing your skin, possessive and inarguable. "its time you learn to finish what you start."

Crap, more coming back to haunt you. You sputter, trying to find the words to save you. “Cross, that was DAYS ago-”

“I have a long memory.”

“-and, it was only to tease you, which I already paid for-”

You hear the click of his codpiece before it falls to the floor. 

“W-wait, Cross-” you mean to protest, but the words come out as a breathy moan.

“A promise is a promise, Princess.” He purrs, freeing himself from his under armor, eyes hungry and dangerous. You lose yourself to shivers as you feel his cock hard against your back. “And I’m tired of waiting.”

His voice darkens, sending the shivers lower, tightening the possessive coil it holds over you. "And since this is the second time you've riled me up on this ship, I'm going to take you the way I want to. Do you understand, Princess?"

You whine a greedy ascent as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He leans in, purring in your ear. “Safeword?”

“Meiloorun,” you whine, giving in, desperate for him. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

You gasp a cry as he slams into you, sheathing himself in one lengthy stroke. His head falls back as he sighs a grunt, letting himself enjoy the tightness of your slick, unprepared walls.

“FUCK.” He swears before lifting his head, a smug glint in his eye. “That’s better.”

You feel his grip tighten on your ass cheeks as he leans in close to your ear. ‘Hold on tight, princess.’

You whimper, arms wrapping around his shoulders, surrendering, already on the verge of begging him to take you like this-

He pulls out and slams into you so hard you swear you feel the ship rock. 

You cry out with near-painful pleasure, hoping that somehow they don’t hear you outside of this ship - you can’t imagine the looks from the hanger clones if they hear Crosshair forcing his pleasure into you, ripping your begging cries for mercy yet for more from your lips while he grunts his pleasured staccato in your ear. 

“Too big, Crosshair, you’re too b-big for me right now!”

“You can take it Princess. I - FUCK - I know you can.” His breath quickens, nose buried behind your ear, short groans announcing his oncoming orgasm.

"KARKing hell, so tight, I'm already going to-"

Without warning, he groans a growl as he cums, pulling out to spill on the bulkhead behind you. You feel his thrusts, his cock sheathing between your ass cheeks to help him ride it out. You catch your breath as he pants into your neck, until he lifts his head with smug satisfaction. You look at him with your best pitiful eyes, hoping to lessen your sentence, praying that it doesn't.

“S-Satisfied?”

He smirks through his panting. “Hm. That was just to take the edge off.”

Shit.

He turns, still holding you up, before benching you onto his bunk and ripping off his armor. He pulls himself up behind you, crowding you against the bulkhead that serves as a headboard, pinning you there with a hot, hungry kiss. 

Dammit all to hell, all of this is making you so wet, and he must know it. 

With no finesse, no patience, he slides down your body, diving into your pussy like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks, laying waste to every curve and fold. He is RAVENOUS, like he would win the fucking war if he could just make you cum. Its completely overwhelming. You cry out in huffs, you can’t help it, brain barely catching up to the pleasure being sucked through you. “Crosshair, c-crosshair, holy fuck oh GOD.”

It almost hurts with his insistence, but his ferocity only makes you wetter, his ownership of everything you have to give like a fire in your cunt.

Two fingers slide inside of you, pulsing in and out of you at a rapid pace, rubbing against your G spot like he’s trying to beat a record, the lewd sound of your slick as he fucks you making you croon. His mouth sucks your clit hard enough to send your eyes back into your head, hands tangling in his hair. 

“Uh, uh, NNCrosshair! I’m- its too much- its going to make me-”

Its like you’ve lost all control - he’s going so fast that you can’t keep up, your body completely at his whim, so hot, so high; your mind can only lay scattered while your body reaches its peak.

“Ah, aH, Cross, Crosshair!” 

Your cum with an unabashed scream, letting go of any control of your pleasure - and you feel more wet than you’re used to squirt out onto the sheets, soaking your thighs with sticky wet warmth.

“OH shit oh god, Crosshair, I-I think you made me-”

“Kriffing right I did.” His eyes glint with that smug, hungry look again. He pulls your hips towards him, leaning over you to prop himself against the bulkhead, lining himself up with your entrance. “That pleasure belongs to me.”

He pushes into your sopping hole, making you cry out with overwhelm and need, still sensitive from your orgasm, but desperate for another one.

His hand clasps around your throat, tightening slightly as he starts to thrust. You whimper as you look up into his eyes, dazed, subdued, submissive, just for him. He’s panting, eyes boring down into yours. 

“That’s right, Princess, I’m taking what's mine. Your pleasure belongs to me.”

He grits his teeth as he sets a relentless pace, fucking you like it would save his life. You can only lay back, full with sensation, boneless, euphoric, feeling your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his skin slapping against yours. 

Your voice comes out as a whimper. “Yes, Cross, yes, god you’re so big, please don’t stop, please let me squirt all over your cock.”

OH his GROWL as his hand tightens around your throat, not to choke you, just to make you blurry, remind you who’s mercy you’re at. 

“That’s right, my little cockwhore. You love me taking you like this, taking your pleasure all for my own, don’t you?”

You squeak from beneath his hand, his words sending you towards your climax, walls squeezing around him.

He pinches your clit, making you cry out and look back up at him.

His eyes are serious, daring you to disobey. “I didn’t tell you to cum yet. You’ll do it when I tell you. I’m in control here, not you.”

“Y-yes sir. I- AH!” He changes his angle, making you cry out as he thrusts deeper. His breath is more labored. Kriff he’s getting close, so close to giving you all his cum. You want to be so good for him… his good little cockwhore.

“Are you ready to take my cum, Princess?” He demands, already knowing your answer as he speeds up, his thumb finding your clit.

“Y-yes sir, all of it, please, dump all of it in me!” You whimper, your mind lost, spewing whatever comes to mind, whatever he wants to hear, so long as he keeps making you feel like this…

You both cum together with a cry, his a growl, yours a shriek. He grunts with each thrust as he empties himself into you, pushing inside you as far as he goes. He lets you ride out your wave on his cock, his hands flying to either side of your head to prop himself up as he pants in release. He eventually slows, looking down at you, satisfied, approving.

"That's my good girl. Taking my cock so well," he purrs, the thumb around your neck tracing your jaw line as he leans in to kiss you.

"Anything for you, Crosshair" you breathe, unthinking- and meaning it.

Everything seems to slow around you, the two of you breathing together while you come down from your play. He...something in his eyes changes while he pants down at you. Your words... he's taking in your words. You see... that openness from when he let himself cum down your throat, that... click.

You feel the energy change between you.

And slowly, so slowly, he leans in and kisses you.

Its totally different from how he was before. His kiss is slow, possessive, tender - the hand around your neck comes up to cradle your cheek. He lowers his body to yours, propped up by his elbow, bringing him skin to heated skin.

An ember glows in your belly, his kiss slowly feeding it as it glows hotter, and hotter. Your tongue flicks against his lips. He opens them to meet you, his tongue pushing in to dance with yours in his own. Fuck. You can taste his desire, his yearning, as it feeds your burning ember into a flame, flaring with yearning, hunger, need. Your hands find your way into his hair, eager to be close, to touch him more, more, to meld with him, join with him like only lovers can. And you NEED it.

You feel him firming up inside you again as he starts thrusting, as if he can’t help himself. You moan under him, growing desperate, frantic for more of him. You can't pull your lips away, getting swept up in the need to be close, to be closer than close, to have him inside of you as far as he'll go.

“Princess…” he breathes, barely pulling away, his thumb tracing your cheek bone while he moves in you. “Missed this pussy. Missed having you cum all over my face. Missed…” He pulls you into a kiss again, his lips saying what his words can’t.

Your fingers tighten in his hair to pull him closer, and he groans into your mouth.

His hips move, but he’s not aiming for the finish line anymore. He pulls away from your lips to look down at where he’s entering you with long strokes, taking his time, his breath ragged. You both watch where he thrusts into you, joins with you, makes sweet fucking love to you the way he wants to. You both moan at the sight. Then he looks up, his forehead back to yours.

“Crosshair…” Your voice is breathy, so full of this feeling he’s bringing to you, sensually taking you one stroke at a time.

His own voice is quiet, caressing you like the hand on your face. “Kriff. So good, Princess. You always feel so damn good. You taste so sweet, I'm so hungry for you all the damn time...”

He buries his face in your shoulder, breath touching sound as he pants his pleasure. His pelvis rubs along your clit, his body so close to yours, your arms clutching him, nails digging into his back while he continues thrusting you into the mattress with long, hard thrusts, pushing cry after cry from your lips. His breathy moans make you clench around him, trying to take him in farther, just a little bit farther.

You feel your crest approaching, slow, but steady - and overwhelming.

"Cross, I’m so close." You could cry with how good it feels.

"Fuck, mesh’la, yes." His own voice is breathy, lost in sensation, desperate with desire. "Need to feel you cum on my cock again. Cum around me, just for me."

"Cross, Cross, Cross," you pant, tears falling back into your hair.

"That’s right, cum with me, precious. Cum with me again. Don't stop, don't hold back. Let me watch you cum for me."

He’s up, forehead to yours, rocking and grinding you right where you need it to send you over. 

You breathe, moan together for a few more moments, connected, devoted, while you both soar up and over the edge.

He kisses you as you cum together, the two of you swallowing each others desperate moans as your lips meet again and again, bodies convulsing against each other as he releases into you, your walls squeezing him for every last drop he has to give.

You kiss until you’re both starving for breath, and only barely manage to pull away. You meet his eyes. They're open, assured, sincere, speaking volumes without saying anything, before his head falls to your neck, slowly kissing his way to your shoulder and resting his head on your collarbone, panting out his exertion. 

Then, amid his panting, quieter than a pin drop, so quiet you almost miss it, you hear him breathe out:

“Ah, cyar’ika. My cyar'ika."

!...

“...Hmm?” You turn, nuzzling into his hair, hoping beyond hope he'll repeat it.

“…nothing, Princess.” He leans up and kisses your forehead slowly, tenderly. He slowly pulls out with a combined groan from each of you. He lays beside you, pulling you close to him, his face nuzzling into the top of your head. You hold him tight, nuzzling in turn against his chest with a secret, sated smile.

You understand. You know what he said with his kisses, his body, but it's not ready to be said aloud, not ready to become a part of your relationship. And that's alright. You drift off to sleep, breathing in his scent as your body molds to his.

Its not time yet.

And you can wait.

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You wake up slowly, unsure if its been hours or minutes, but still swimming in the bliss of your earlier experience. You slowly look up to find Crosshair still asleep, deep breathing guiding the unguarded moment.

He's beautiful.

Peace looks so good on him. You gently brush your fingers along his cheek, taking in this unguarded moment that so few get to see. But you do. Because he's yours. Your Crosshair, your sniper, who craves the touch and comfort you give him, even if he's too proud - or is it unsure? - to ask for it by name.

For now.

You smile to yourself, eyes tracing along his unknit brows. He's yours. And you vow then and there - you'll take good care of this trust he's given to no one else but you.

.....

Jeez, were you going to get more sappy than this?-

-The quiet of the ship is interrupted by your com's insistent beeping. Crosshair’s eyes open quickly, peace falling from his face as he’s instantly alert. You sigh to yourself, rolling over to jump off of the bunk - the outside world calls. You check the transmission before answering with a smile.

"Yes Tech darling?"

“Have you been locked inside the Marauder? Do you need rescuing?” His matter-of-fact-yet-irritated voice makes your smile wider.

“No, just… fulfilling a promise.” You chuckle, glancing up at Crosshair. He rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bunk.

“I see," Tech admonishes. You can practically see him adjusting his goggles. "Need I remind you that it is also time for your next inoculation? They are asking for you at the med bay.”

Ah, shoot. You had forgotten that, and you were the damn medic. You hit your forehead, hand sliding down your face with embarrassment. Ok yeah, that one is on you.

"Also," Tech continues, still a hint of lecture in his voice, "the Commander has been looking for you. He is hoping that you will join him for the next meal. I would quickly compose yourself and seek him out. You wouldn't want him believing the... rumors going around, would you?”

"Alright, alright, I understand." Your head falls back with a sigh. You glance over at your unfinished storage count, wondering if you should take the time to finish your checkli-

Wait just a damn minute.

He wanted to play 'you did this wrong'?

Alright. You'll play.

"Oh!" You start brightly, as if remembering something. "By the way, Technically Jangoson," you continue into the com, words dripping with honeyed venom. "I have a small teensy, tiny question just for you."

Silence.

A throat cleared at the other end. "...Yes, my queen?" The full name. Oh, he knows he's in trouble.

Good.

Your voice turns harsh, your tone angry, and your Queenly control is fully back in place.

"Where.

The FUCK.

Is my laser suture?!?!"

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[skellymom]

“Who Delt It?” 

The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

To read #2 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/bombs-away?source=share

Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?

Word count: 392 words

Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr

“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes. 

“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off. 

The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together... 

...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence. 

“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust. 

“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”  

“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway. 

Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions. 

Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed. 

At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???” 

“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced. 

“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench. 

“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous. 

Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.” 

Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party. 

Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth. 

“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door. 

Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!” 

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[stars-n-spice]

Oough,, hear me out-

Bad Ending Bad Batch AU.

Bad Ending Batch? Bad² Batch? I swear I had a cooler name before but I forgot it-

Because I was thinking about like a Bad Endings AU for my ocs and then had an idea to make one for the Bad Batch as well.

Essentially,, it'd be like,, Imperial!Bad Batch - but also like,, okay hear me out:

Hunter:

Literally just Imperial!Hunter

Maybe in this AU at the end of S1 when they capture Hunter and bring him back to Kamino they mess with his chip and he becomes an operative

And oh BOY is he a very useful weapon for the Empire with his heightened senses and all of that

Echo:

In this AU Echo never made it out of the stasis chamber (oof)

Ended up stuck in there and at the end of the war, even if they didn't really need his strategies anymore, they decided to keep him

Then he becomes "The Algorithm" or something and they continue to seep information out of him that could help

Eventually they probably take him out of the chamber and use him as an operative as well since he was an ARC Trooper and therefore highly skilled

Like,, Winter Soldier-esque probably because they have to brainwash him or something since his chip probably doesn't work

Wrecker:

I mean,, we got a glimpse of what he'd be like in this AU in canon

And it's basically just that

This AU is "what if they never got Wrecker's chip out?" sort of deal

They pull a "he's too far gone" and for their safety bolt out of there, leaving Wrecker

Eventually he makes his way back to the Empire and starts to do work for them and is a fucking FORCE of nature

Like,, holy shit,,

Tech:

Return of CX-2

He'd be the last of his brothers to fall (lmao literally) into the hands of the Empire

Bad Batch Bad Ending AU is basically just,, Tech Lives AU but as CX-2

Probably gets paired with Crosshair a lot on missions and they are both forces to be reckoned with

Crosshair:

He's basically the same (as in like S1 and half of S2 Crosshair)

MAYBE there's the chance that he "gets better" but this is the Bad Endings AU so like,, psshh that doesn't happen

No they keep messing with his chip and he becomes worse

Loyal to the Empire to a fault would fucking die for them if the time came

Nothing you say or do will sway him

Omega:

Okay so like,, I'm thinking in this AU either she 1) ends up staying on Kamino and eventually starts to work in the science division of the Empire when she's a bit older (like Emerie) and then is subjected to experiments once they realize she's got a compatible M-Count

OR 2) she DOES leave with her brothers but then slowly loses them one by one to their chip/the Empire until she's all alone again and after failed attempts to save them she finds Boba instead and stays with him (and Bossk or Cad Bane or whoever) and becomes a bounty hunter like Boba

You could even have a 3rd option where you mush those two together - she escapes the Imperial facility and THEN finds Bossk and Boba or like,, idk one or the other of the first two

Might make designs for them later idk.

Feel free to add on any other ideas though!!

[tired-night-owl]

Bad batch season 3 episode 14 reaction *SPOILERS*

Mmm I don’t like this music

Why is rampart’s and crosshair’s relationship growing on me…

My boi if you die I will kill you

Eww shit face

They’re really hitting it with the clouds this season

Bruh just let them go with the girl !!!

Babies

I don’t like you bitch

Awwww omega is so proud of her brothers

Rampart is so clueless with the batch

I’m sure he’s glad cross DIDNT manage to get them on their side while he was imperial

GIRLY SCREAM

ECHO OMG OMG OMG I HOPE THEY DONT FIND YOU

Bruh your arm is showing XD

Awww bb your hand it’s totally mental related you haven’t shaken in a while

He loves omega so much

Unfortunately yes lol

ECHO GOT A HAND

Hehe the way he joined the group so sneaky

Oh boi omega they’re not soldiers I don’t think that’s going to go well

Damn you almost lost your head there girl

Awww crosshair

Fuck off rampart

I don’t like they’re relationship anymore he’s a bitch

Took off your glove there echo

Guys I don’t like rampart either but stop pushing him around he keeps whining

Uh oh

That’s not a mossy rock

Rampart is so bb girl

Y’all you can’t fight the big cat bear thingy barehanded

Leave rampart he’s not important anymore

That little girl is adorable

Bruh wat

Experimenting on them wasn’t enough you’re starving them too ?!

Oh there’s the zilo beast I wondered what happened with it

Oof she made it in time

FUCK ECHOIIO

Pls Emerie just help him

Girl just listen to mom and help him

Oh god I knew she was going to use the beast that won’t end well

Argggg 20 minutes episodes aren’t long enough for this story line X(

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x10: Identity Crisis and 3x11: Point of No Return

SPOILERS BELOW

Let's not start kidnapping kids for experimentation. That's never going to go well

This show has progressively gotten greyer and it's so depressing. I want my sunshine back

Of course the Empire are experimenting on kids. "Oh we cAn'T fiNd EnOugH aDulTs. We juSt uSe cHilDrEn iNsteAd". 🖕

Ayyyyy Bane is back!

Well he didn't kill the parent so that's something

This is so depressing 😭

"I was following protocol". Everything that comes close to "good soldiers follow orders" makes me really sad

Have we met someone else called Jax? I swear we've heard that name before

The fact that they have 3 specimens but their specimen numbers are much higher than 3 does not make me feel good. What happened to all of the other ones???

"To retrieve it". "It". Literally just an object to Dr Arsehole over here

Trandoshan? Pirate? FUCK YOU CID FOR SPILLING ABOUT PHEE

"Let's just say I'm good at my job" suggests he has picked up a hell of a lot more than 3 kids so where are the others?!

NOT THE LULA DOLL

I feel like this is a good time to note that I still don't like Emerie. Her dedication to Hemlock and her involvement in the Empire up until this point outweigh all of her current actions for me. So no, I still don't like her.

"But what about Nala Se?" I hear you ask. Don't like her either! I respect that she's trying to protect Omega but the number of problems that lanky bitch has caused means that I'm not going to forgive her that easily

People really need to stop leaving the door to their ship open BECAUSE SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS

1600??? FOR FUEL?! BITCH THEY TRIED SELLING ECHO FOR 2000

Tbf with fuel prices the way that they are I shouldn't be surprised

NOOOOO NOT PABU 😭

DON'T LEAVE THE GOGGLES THERE

AND LULA TOO?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THAT'S NOT GOOD

Oof that little bit of Omega's theme really hits in the feels 🥲

Eliminate them? How about no

NOT THE MARAUDER

I KNOW IT WAS IN A TEASER CLIP BUT NOOOOOOOOO

You know what I'm suddenly very glad that the goggles and Lula were off the ship

Nah I don't like that Wrecker's down. He never goes down for long

"Search every domicile" Domicile? DOMICILE?! Now where have we heard someone use that term before...

The Kiners are really popping off with this soundtrack 🔥

Crosshair's little "uh huh" 😭

SOMEONE CALL ECHO FFS

How about no to the recapture plan

If CX-2 turns out to be Tech then we only have 4 episodes left to address that entire storyline and I don't know what to do with that information

Errrrrr Hunter's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Crosshair and Omega have been up to

Neither's Wrecker tbf

Or Echo

Anyway... Cross is going to have a fun time explaining that one

Echo's gonna get a fun call as well. "So errr... The Empire took over Pabu, Omega got herself recaptured by choice and the Marauder is in pieces so... can we get a lift please?"

FUCK CROSSHAIR MISSED THE TRACKER

Me after these episodes

Some solid episodes today. I really enjoyed them! Am I still annoyed that Echo is still stuck as someone to be name dropped but not actually put in the episode? Yes. But these were some strong episodes.

I'm still trying to compute how this is all going to get wrapped up in 4 episodes though. That's really not a lot of time. 😭

BINGO UPDATE

Only just clocked that I have "Batcher dies" written on it. When I wrote it I meant one of the Batch members. I didn't know we were gonna get a hound called Batcher 😅

[jedi-hawkins]

The Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction

Major spoilers (duh) Just my thoughts when I was watching episode 5 because there were so many.

Where was our reunion???

Omega and Lula!!

She still has the ball from J-19, Cut and Sue

They're on Pabu!! Hunter isn't in his armor, he’s finally relaxing!!

Crosshair practicing!! of course he's working with Azi and Batcher is with him (people suck)!!

Crosshair's hand... What did they do to him??

Omega getting sniping lessons!!

Of course Hunter didn't want to give Cross his rifle back, I mean I get it but Crosshair working with his rifle again has to be big for his healing. Wrecker's "Omega trusts him."

Hunter's whistle!!

ECHOOOOOOO

53% I'm sobbing, this can’t be easy for Crosshair

Omega Echo hug!!

"No hug for me?" Crosshair you lil shit

Of course Echo is straight to business , he’s not angry or coddling over Cross’ return (see my Crosshair was the first to accept Echo post here)

"Without Tech." So when did Crosshair find out??? They way they all bowed their heads

Oof. The way Hunter just walks past Crosshair and Omega. (How is Hunter dealing with Crosshair being Omega's 'new favorite'?)

We finally got "I'm older than you, little brother" and of course it was Omega to Crosshair!!!!

Wrecker was the one to give him his armor back!! "It never felt right to get rid of it"

Snow planet... Hoth?? (Future Hawkins: “nope. Just pain.”)

Batcher in the snow!!

Why wouldn't Crosshair's armor fit? Was Wrecker calling him fat? lol

Oh no.... It's the outpost... Mayday I'm sobbing

"Kill each other later." Thanks Echo

"He started it." Nice.

Will hearing Mayday's story get Hunter to start trusting Crosshair again? (but that would taking Crosshair talking about it)

"It served its purpose." "Sounds familiar." BIG OOF

The heat lamp... The helmets of Mayday's men... Mayday..... Crosshair fixing the helmets I'm going to cryyyyyyyy

Of course Hunter was watching. TALK TO HIM.

"To check the perimeter." Like when he was there last time

RETURN OF THE TOOTHPICKS (were they in his armor?? They were definitely in his armor.)

Crosshair spitting FACTS, a lil harsh babes but yeah.

"Not alone." Hell yeah. Work together and love each other again dammit.

Echo is in the tower!! THE TOWER where Crosshair got blown out by the ship explosion and definitely said "fuck"

They're working as a team!!

Wrecker digging like Batcher I’m dead

Crosshair's hand, his lil shake, he's trying to hide it less and less. The rest of them have to know he's having issues, right??

"Glad you heard me properly." The snark!

He's using his rifle to break the ice... his precious rifle… Hunter matters more 🥹

The fact that they kept calling it 'the worm' was killing me, idk why.

Cross and Hunter’s lil nod of acknowledgement

Wrecker group hug!!

"I don't even see any blood this time. That's progress." I'm dying, thanks Echo

"There just might be hope for us yet."

I am so unwell. Send help.

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 9

@febuwhump

Finally a longer one! Yay!!!

LIGHTNING STRIKE

It was like the sky had sucked up all of the water on Earth and now was dumping it straight down on top of them. It wasn’t safe to stay on the road anymore as it ran too close to the swelling river, and Hunter knew the risk of flash flooding was high.

Hunter was about to call for them to start moving off the road when there was a blinding flash and a cacophonous boom that was louder than standing next to a racing train. Their horses spooked at the sudden lightning strike that hit a nearby tree and they struggled to keep them under control. But Tech lost his fight and was thrown from his horse, landing on the muddy ground with an “Oof!”

Using his nearly unnaturally fast reflexes, Crosshair reached out and grabbed Tech’s horse before it could bolt into the wilderness. But when he turned to ride back to his cousin, he saw a sight that made his stomach drop.

The bank of the river started to give way, the water rising to swallow the road, the lightning-struck tree, and, with a cry of fear and alarm, Tech.

“No!” Crosshair yelled as he started to move forward despite the unstable ground.

“Cross! Wait!” Hunter called after him, but he was still wrestling with his own horse and couldn’t stop him as he leapt onto the tree that had fallen into the expanding river, some of its roots still holding fast in the ground.

Through the rain, Hunter now saw that Tech had caught on to one of its branches and was holding on for dear life as the raging waters tried to pull him under. Crosshair lay down flat on the tree, hugging it as he crept towards Tech.

“Wrecker! Rope!” Hunter ordered, and the big man took a coil of rope from his saddle and, holding onto one end, threw the rest of it to his oldest cousin. Crosshair quickly snatched the rope when it landed nearly on top of him and he twisted it around his arm. With the other, he reached towards Tech. Tech tried to reach up to him, but he couldn’t do that and hang on to the branch as well, and the rope wasn’t long enough for Crosshair to reach him.

“Give me more slack!” Crosshair  yelled and Wrecker inched his horse forward, getting perilously close to the edge of the water. But it still wasn’t enough. He was still too far away. So Crosshair decided to close that gap himself.

“Hang on tight!” he called to Wrecker, who had already tied off his end to the pommel, before launching himself off the tree and towards his cousin.

Crosshair caught hold of Tech’s arm just as his grip on the branch failed and the current pulled both of them down river, disappearing under the water.

“Whoa!” Wrecker yelled as his horse faltered a few steps as the line suddenly went taut, before planting her front legs to keep them steady. “Good girl,” he soothed, dismounting so she didn’t have to work so hard to support him and anchor the other two. “Now come on. There you go…” He started to ease the horse back, reeling in his cousins.

Hunter got off his horse as well, standing close to the river bank, prepared to pull the two men up onto solid ground. He didn’t have to wait long.

Two heads broke the surface of the swift water, both, Hunter was relieved to see, gasping for air. But as the two of them got clear of the water, Hunter noticed that while Tech coughed and shakily got to his feet, leaning on Wrecker for support, Crosshair stayed on the ground, his face twisted with pain and his breath hissing through clenched teeth.

“Cross!” Hunter knelt down next to him, hands hovering over him, unsure of what was wrong.

“My arm,” Crosshair ground out, and Hunter saw then that his arm, rope still wrapped around it, was still extended above his head, his shoulder resting at an unnatural angle.

“It’s dislocated.” Hunter looked up to see Tech hobbling forward, Wrecker right beside him with a hand under his elbow to catch him if he fell. “We need to put it back in its socket.”

“But, won’t that hurt?” Wrecker asked, his face growing a shade paler.

“Very much so,” Tech replied matter-of-factly, kneeling down on Crosshair’s other side. “But we need to do it now or there will be permanent damage to his shoulder.”

Crosshair gave a strained growl. “Just get on with it!” His right arm moved towards Hunter and he grabbed it with one of his own, squeezing just as hard as Cross was squeezing his, lending comfort and strength to his cousin. Tech wasted no more time and took Crossshair’s arm in his hands and, with both strength and confidence, angled and pulled it in such a way that it popped back into place.

The scream that tore from Crosshair roared louder than even the raging river beside them. He squeezed Hunter’s hand so hard that he feared the older man would break some of his bones. But still he held on, squeezing right back. Crosshair held his newly-relocated arm to his chest, cradling it there as his screams turned to shuddering gasps.

“We need to get away from this river,” Hunter said softly, resting his hand that wasn’t still trapped in Crosshair’s grip onto the man’s knee. “Do you think you can ride?”

Crosshair lay there for another few moments, seeming to gather whatever strength he still had. Finally, he nodded his head. Using his grip on Hunter’s hand, he worked to lever himself up to a seated position, hissing as the movement jostled his shoulder. He swayed slightly, but Hunter wrapped his free arm around Crosshair’s back and pulled his uninjured arm across his shoulders.

“We’ll stand on three, alright?” he asked, and again Crosshair nodded.

“One…two…three.”

Crosshair choked back a sob as Hunter all but lifted him to his feet and supported him not to his own horse, but to Hunter’s. Between him and Wrecker, they were able to get him up into the saddle with as little jostling as possible, which still didn’t stop more pained sounds escaping Crosshair’s gritted teeth. Hunter mounted up behind him.

“Wrecker, Tech,” he ordered. “Take Cross’ horse and ride ahead until you find the nearest town. It should only be a few miles out. Get us a room and make sure there’s a doctor waiting. We’ll follow behind at a slower pace.”

“Just don’t go taking any more dips into the river,” Wrecker quipped as he and Tech rode off, and Crosshair allowed his tense features to melt into a familiar wry eye roll.

[sev-on-kamino]

First off, I hope you're having a lovely day! Second, I hope the weekend is even better for you! and third, B, F, and K for the fanfic ask game?

The day was super long, but I’ve clocked out, and I have caffeine, so I’m ready to turn it around and have a great weekend 😎 thank you so much for sending these in 💙💙

It got lengthy so under the cut it goes 😌

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Yes! Like reader trying to sneak out of the matchmaking office? That was me trying to sneak out of a job interview 😅I also didn’t make it out in time 😂

Or in “Focus” where Crosshair kept distracting reader? That was a guy I had a crush on, flirting with me while he was supposed to be teaching me how to drive manual. I stalled the car out repeatedly, but we dated for 2 years, so 😅

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

“Your shoulders are still too tight. I’m going to drink that caf myself,” you threatened.

“I did try the breathing exercises you suggested,” he countered.

“Really?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head with a light smirk.

“You’re my worst patient. I do house calls for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“How else should I repay you?” He asked, as you stepped in front of him to check his vitals.

“Following my instructions would be an amazing start.”

“Not happening. Anything else?”

“Not anything within regulation,” you said, your eyes flicking to his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“How far outside of regulation are we talking?” He asked quietly.

I loooooooove this exchange between Fox and reader! I was so excited about sharing it because I finally felt like I’d nailed the snappy back and forth that shifts smoothly into flirting. I can’t flirt to save my life, so I am always worried I sound awkward. This came out exactly the way I wanted though and I felt instant pride 🥲 I had to answer the other questions before I could touch this one, because there was one other that I love but it would be a spoiler 😭😭😭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

👀 oof I’ll keep it short. Kix has just proposed to reader, she’s said yes. Blissful. But he has to finish the investigation he started because he owes it to Fives. She supports him 100%. He leaves, ends up in stasis, and she never knows for certain what happens to him. The fic picks up after stasis, and he wants to know what happened to her. Only to find a holo journal that she kept where she made an entry for him every day until she accepted he wasn’t coming back, and she had to move on. There was NOTHING but heartbreak and pain down that road. NOTHING I SAY 😔 I was listening to “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift and I was in. my. feelings.

[jedinightsister]

So let me spiral into my Bad Batch feels in this site as well with a bit (okay, it's not a bit, it turned out longer than intended oof) of a headcanon or idk, just ramblings in general...

Once Tech inevitably figures out where the Empire is holding Crosshair and their other fellow clones, Echo is the one to persuade Hunter to take up the mission. Yes, it's risky. But they are more than just soldiers. They're brothers.

Let me start with Omega. She's always known about the inhibitor chips even before everyone else did. And she knew that Crosshair was heavily affected by it. Then, even as Crosshair clarifies it that it was his choice, she still doesn't blame him and remains optimistic that he will eventually be part of their little family again.

Next, with Wrecker. His vibrant energy so much like Omega's, but he actually spent so much time with Crosshair. Again, I have to bring up some observations with my Bad Batch s1 and TCW Bad Batch rewatches. Wrecker and Crosshair had a lot of banter. Wrecker with childish humor, and Crosshair with his deadpan seriousness. But even then, I really sense how much they enjoyed each other's company in their own ways, so the idea that Crosshair is out there and might be in trouble, to Wrecker, it doesn't matter much what terrible past he had done. He just missed his friend, his brother.

Over the course of s2, large in part with the help of Omega, Tech's ability to understand and express his emotions have improved a great deal. That convo between him and her really put things into perspective for Tech, and when he met the crew to discuss that decrypted data for Echo, he carries this air of vulnerability to him now. He's allowing himself that in his own way. There's this strong sense of him being concerned for his brother in his own way that he may have actually looked up his number in the Empire's records just to make sure Crosshair was safe. And he wasn't.

Echo would feel very responsible to do whatever he can to make sure Crosshair and the rest of his brothers are safe and not experimented on. He knows the kind of shit that feels like and no matter if he is on the losing battle, as long as he does his very best to make sure everyone else is okay, that's more than good enough for him.

Then you have Hunter, whose hesitation to believe Crosshair's signal is rooted in protectiveness toward the crew, but also because he blames himself. In s1, he specifically mentions to Omega that he's not angry at Crosshair, he's angry at himself. Even when s1 ends and Crosshair makes it clear he's choosing the Empire, those self blaming feelings aren't something he can just shake off. He's their team leader, he feels responsible, and even though he probably wants to have the hope that he can get his brother to reunite with the crew, there's just so much risk and he can't afford to lose any more of his family.

Last but certainly not the least, we got our batcher in trouble, Crosshair. He carries so much pain in him, thinking that they abandoned him when he chose to side with the Empire. That's what they were supposed to do, right? And do it together. But as it turns out, the Empire didn't care for him. So now he's fighting back in his own way. There's a lot of guilt here too, he's not just suffering physical pain from the torture by Hemlock and co, his solitude is heavily highlighted. Right now, he thinks he has no one anymore. Not even the Bad Batch. So when he figures out what Hemlock wants, he didn't even try to escape the prison, to escape his pain. Not really. He doesn't feel deserving or worthy anymore because of his choices. Despite that, he still believed in his crew and chose to protect them, even Omega, whom in some ways he may have felt jealous in earlier parts of the show, for taking his place as a member of the team. Crosshair chose to carry all the pain. He may not have hope for himself anymore, but his family- they still have hope and he gave the little of what's left in him to them.

Next week is gonna be such an emotional rollercoaster ride, I am both soooo excited and soooo terrified...

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on this wip wednesday 💕

tagging @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @kittiofdoom, @baldurrs, @poetikat, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood, @purplehairsecretlair, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @roofgeese, @passinoutpieces, @gaeadene, and anyone else wanting to share something they've made! No pressure as always and if we're moots and I didn't tag you 1) I'm so sorry and 2) please consider yourself tagged as well lemme see what you're working on

Anyway, been knee deep in plotting kneeling at the crossroads recently so i haven't really written much, but here's a recycled bit from fragile creatures chapter 8 (pay no mind that ch 6 still isnt finished and neither is ch 7) that i posted last week (but not as a wip wednesday) ♻️♻️♻️

Slowly, Jacob lifts his hands and turns around to face his attacker. She stands only a few yards away, her rifle trained on him. “Tell me, Deputy,” he drawls, not bothering to hide the way his eyes rake over her form, and enjoying just how good she looks wearing his jacket. Her posture is tense, as if bracing for the shot she hasn’t even fired yet. But her finger is on the guard, not the trigger. She isn’t going to shoot him, “Was it luck or skill that you found me?”

The Deputy’s face twitches, her nose scrunching in a way that might have been cute on anyone else. She keeps her rifle pointed at his chest. “What’s it matter,” she sneers. “You’re the one in my crosshairs.”

“It matters,” he starts, taking a single step towards her. Testing. Taunting. Her feet remain planted where they are, but she flinches and curls back, ever so slightly. Barely perceptible, but just enough to get a smile to stretch across his lips. “Because luck runs out.” 

He takes another step forward, this time more confidently. And just as he thought, she takes one step back to maintain her distance. 

Unfortunately for her, the log she’s in front of doesn’t move with her. Her calf makes contact with it and her eyes go wide. But at that point, it’s too late. Her upper body keeps moving backwards. Then down. She falls back, and just before gravity finishes the job, Jacob surges forward, snatching the gun from her hands. 

She lands gracelessly on her back amidst the pine and fallen leaves. The wind is pushed from her lungs in an audible “oof” that’s followed by a creaking wheeze. 

And just to pour a little more salt in the wound, Jacob points the barrel of her own gun in her face. “Skill doesn’t.”

If she had put an ounce of effort into applying the murderous look reddening her face, he’d be dead a thousand times over. His smile widens.

Lowering the weapon, he extends his arm, holding out his right hand for her. 

The Deputy stares at it for a long moment, her jaw clenching and lips twitching. “What the Hell are you playing at?” she asks suspiciously. 

“I was enjoying a nice hunt,” he says. “You were the one who came in wanting to play games.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can’t imagine what that’s like,” she deadpans. 

“There ain’t nothing nice about how you hunt, sweetheart,” Jacob snorts. He curls his fingers beckoningly. “C’mon. Get up.”

The Deputy makes a low sound in her throat, something akin to a growl, but it isn’t directed at him. Her hand thrusts out to grasp his, and for just a moment he braces himself in case she tries to get clever and drag him down to her. 

But she doesn’t. 

Her hand wraps around his own, gripping it far more firmly than he had anticipated. He helps haul her to her feet, and she looks pissed off about it the entire time. 

She takes a moment to brush herself off, pointedly not looking at him while she does. “I suppose it’d be too much to ask for my gun back,” she says, glaring up at him. 

He looks thoughtfully at the rifle, making a show of considering a decision he’s already made. With a shrug, he holds her weapon out. “I’ve already got one,” he says, adjusting the shoulder strap of his MBP .50. Then, more seriously, he adds, “You really need to clean that thing.”

“You’re a dick,” she mutters, snatching her gun from his hands. 

[rexscanonwife]

execute spotify wrapped # 66 pwease

Okie dokie you got!!

Hmm, aside from being a rly good song it's also tbh a song I've used during my own sad times 😂 but...upon further inspection I think if this fits anyone it's gotta be...Crosshair 0_0

NO CAUSE THINK ABOUT IT, the funny thing about my ship with him is I'm not...entirely sure how to end it (since The Bad Batch is ongoing and whatnot) but when I think about the way Star Wars usually goes there's not. Really an ending where he wins.

There's the 'canon' timeline for my s/i where they have a relationship at the start of The Clone Wars that ends after a really big incident, she falls for Rex in the end and he's who she stays with until the end of their days. She has a brief run-in with Crosshair shortly after Order 66 where she's captured by the Empire but she escapes with the rest of the batch and is reunited with Rex and things return to normal.

But I also think about an AU where she DOESN'T quite get with Rex before Order 66. Maybe they were in love, but he never got the courage to confess before things went to shit so she doesn't know yet. So in THAT situation when she gets captured by the Empire her feelings for Crosshair are way more muddled and briefly he tries to get her to turn but the thing is I don't think he wins in that AU either ajfjgk

Oof this is getting wordy but ofc Crosshair feels betrayed by everyone, especially his brothers and the Republic but concerning my s/i, I can see this being his obsessive self trying to deny how much he really wants her, then failing, and her begging him to release her 0_0

[stars-n-spice]

39 and 42 for your bad batch ask game? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for the asks :D

39. Favorite quote?

Oof, oh man. I shot myself in the foot with this one, why did I ask for one singular quote?

Ummm,,, off of the top of my head?

"I thought it was obvious."

42. Tattoo headcanons?

I think all of them have a "99" somewhere on their body.

Omega also secretly asks Crosshair for a tattoo before she's like 18 or something (because Hunter said no).

Hunter:

- Love the idea of the skeleton tattoo going down half of the rest of his body

- Has the "99" tattoo on his back like in the area between the shoulder blades/bottom of the neck but his hair always covers it up

Echo:

- Of course he has a "5" tattoo either on his chest or on his left arm along with a domino

- Used to have a tattoo honoring Hevy on his thigh (doesn't have it anymore on the reason that he got blown up but he repainted it onto his prosthetic)

- Has the "99" tattoo on right arm

Wrecker:

- Doesn't like needles so doesn't have many tattoos

- Just the one "99" on the forearm

Tech:

- I feel like he's heavy tattooed underneath everything because he would sit and work on something while letting Crosshair practice tatting him

- Both his arms are covered in sleeves of various little things pertaining to the squad or just doodles Crosshair felt like doing

- His "99" is on his left shoulder

Crosshair:

- Big fan of him having a snake on his right arm

- Also probably has some kind of intricate design on his left thigh

- His "99" is on the right shoulder

Omega:

- Her "99" is on her wrist

- Later on I think she would get a sleeve of things that honor her brothers and their adventures (ie the skull, Lula, Crosshair’s scope, Tech's little lightning bolts, a handprint, etc..)

Thanks for the asks! 🩵💫

Here's a link to the list if anyone would like to send asks or have asks sent to them :D!

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Hey I hope you are well! I saw the fic ask game list you had shared and just wanted to submit an ask for K and L :)

Hey love! I'm doing better than yesterday, but still a little off - this is me trying to break out of a little funk, so thanks for asking!!

That first one, though... oof. mkay, so listen... I am a very damaged individual. Know that before you judge me, because this is about to get dark. (also, it's in-depth so is long)

K: *Big breath* Gonna start with trigger warnings: non-con, dream torture, forced preg termination, psychological torture.

oookie, so this is a super long fic that is actually where my Vacation fics originated. Gonne just highlight the gist - Fem reader is force sensitive and was taken by a sith dude to be used to try to make her father reveal the location of jedi holocrons. That failed, so he tried to make her his apprentice, which also eventually fails, so he he tortures her to try to break her will to fight him, at which point the non-con and forced preg termination occurs. She escapes and crashed onto Ord Mantel where she run into Omega, ends up saving her from some bounty hunters but is wounded even further in the process so ends up being taken off world with the guys (sans Crosshair who is briefly mentioned to have left the Empire but refused to rejoin his brothers after the events of season 1). She and Hunter slowly become a thing, and they run into Crosshair on opposite sides of a retrieval mission, but there's an ice cave in and Cross and the oc end up having a bonding moment before they're rescued, after which, she starts sending him regular messages occasionally with commentary from the others in some effort to include him in his brothers' lives once more. Jump forward several months: that sith captures her and uses force bs to give her dreams where cf99 (sans Cross because he wasn't actively with them when she was captured) tortured her so when she's eventually rescued, she's so traumatized that she can't be in the same room with them without having a panic attack. They'd call Crosshair for help getting her out, and she ends up clinging to him as she recovers, so much so, that when he leaves, she goes with him. There's this super heartbreaking reoccurring hope from Hunter that she'll come back, but, months later, she still can't get within several feet of him without having a panic attack and has to really push the idea that she's not coming back but that it's not his fault, and when, after about a year of traveling together, she and Crosshair become a thing, oooo there's so much angst and confusion. There's a relatively happy ending, but I kinda wrote it in broken chunks, so it's pretty much only half written and will likely never see the light of day, but that's my most angsty idea.

L: The real question is: how many tiny edits do I make after posting... Honestly, this varies significantly. Most chapters don't get revised so much as edited or maybe reworded here and there. I think there have only been one or two where I just didn't like how it was going and ripped my heart out by totally deleted a chunk to start over (that's a lie - I copy it onto a separate word document in case I change my mind). I still go back to old chapters and realize I wrote "spook" instead of "spoke" or, my favorite "fingered" instead of "figured"

Thanks again and sorry it got to long winded!

Fanfic Ask Game

[moodymisty]

So, I am writing this story that is called ‘Station 40,’ where small teams of six go to investigate the destress call. But never return, no matter how hard the Jedi tries to find each team. Then, they—the Jedi—call the Bad Batch (as well as their fifth member, an original character) to go to the station to find out happened to all the teams. In other words, it’s a horror/thriller/romance/drama that follows the squad and how they survive their time there and what they find as well as facing each other.

At least that what the general idea is, and I am sharing this because I need some advice on how to write Crosshair. Do you have any tips? I am willing to share what I have in terms of dialogue and such.

Start:

“What was going on in there?” he asks bluntly, a hit of anger in his voice.

“Nothing I can’t handle, love.’

Frowning further, Crosshair grabbed her by the wrist and leaned in, where his breath graces the skin of her neck. Something that causes her to bite the corner of her lip, before she mumbles words that weren’t clear, but he could pick out what she was saying. “Tell me what happened,” he leans away, his voice serious and nearly threatening. “Mesh’la.”

She nearly fell to her knees if it wasn’t for Crosshair holding her close to his body; it was the only word of Mando’a she knew, and he knew what it does to her.

“It’s something I think I need to keep for myself, at least until he is ready to come clean to you.” She said, ending her sentence with a kiss on his cheek. I hope he tells the truth, the reasons he lingers his stares, but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now…she thought as she pulls herself away from the man, she called her love.

Grinding his teeth, his gaze moves from Zena who headed for the bunks to the cockpit where his brother, and trusted comrade sat.

End

It's slightly out of context, but here is my attempts at my lovely little snowball of a man. :) I hope I am not bothering you, if you want you can DM me anytime!

Oof, I love me some Crosshair goodness. Also I've never been asked advice about writing a character before I feel so, honored? I'm blushing 🧡

All of this is just how I kinda personally feel about him, everybody obviously sees different things in characters. I have no desire to fight with people because to me, this is all just fun. I want people to enjoy their time writing and not spend it worrying over every word. So no matter what, write him how you enjoy reading him and have fun 🧡

But my brain isn't the best at verbalizing thoughts beyond tv static, so bear with me here.

First off, I love the idea. It sounds so thriller-esque to me and I wish you the best of luck with it, writing long form stories is a hard task;; 🧡

But I think the biggest thing that comes to mind for me when about writing Crosshair is he's extremely cut off and quiet. Like I think the longest sentence he's even spoken in the show is, maybe like ten words? XD I think I've written more about his eyes than I have anything he's ever actually said. He puts in his 2 cents, no more no less in most situations.

TL;DR: Less is more with Crosshair. He speaks one sentence, but the tone he uses and his face say a lot more after the fact.

As such he's really keen on everything happening around him, like you already got here: 'but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now'. He's really perceptive, but he keeps a lot of those thoughts internal. But I fully believe he cares deeply, it's just he presents it more so in subtle actions than words.

“I’ll take over.” His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head. “It’s fine, Crosshair. I’m not that tired.” And you don’t want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they’d never think it. Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched. “Go sleep, doll. I’ll cover for you.”

forgive the self promotion i just thought i'd give an example

So your other characters might find themselves having to do the heavy lifting, when it comes to progressing any sort of relationship. It's kind of a delicate balance of not giving away too much of what he's thinking, but not leaving your reader/character stranded like 'What is in your head Sir!? Sir?!'

Also, Crosshair is kinda just a piece of shit. He's always being snide and biting at people (figuratively of course, but the idea of him just being leashed like a rabid dog chomping at the bit trying to get at anyone within attack distance amuses me) He's not the nicest dude around, but isn't that why we love him? 🧡Everyone loves the complicated character. He's not one to often spout loving words, but when he does it's really fun to write them as this big event.

But at the end of the day, I think as long as you're having fun, that's what matters. If you want him to be an angry cuddly tsundere? Sure! Hateful prick? Sure! I just want everyone to enjoy writing and fandom, most of all.

I really think you have a great thing going and you already seem to write Crosshair more than well enough from what you've given me, so I hope my weird probably off point rambling helps even if I think you're doing perfect already👍

( ͡^ ᴗ ͡^) 👉 Good luck with your fic!!! I can't wait to read it 🧡

goodness this got too long;;

[monako-jinn-stories]

Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Eighteen

*very important note please read* I will be explaining why Tie talks the way he does (as you will see) in further detail in the future in a separate story, but a brief summary is that he talked differently as a cadet to get on the Kaminoan’s nerves. The way he speaks is in no way meant to be offensive, and if anyone finds that it is, please let me know and I will repost this with changes made. I will not be mad, I want to make sure that no one is hurt by my writing, and if you are, I would very much like to know so I can make changes

Months went by and your time with Crosshair and the batch remained fleeting. You learned quickly to cherish every moment you had with him. Every glance across the hangar was ingrained in your mind, every soft touch was felt for days after. Every lingering kiss was still tasted on your lips long after you had gone your separate ways, anticipating the next time you would be together.

As the months went by, so did the war. It became more deadly, spanning farther across the galaxy. Your time was being split more and more between royal duties and Jedi duties, and you felt more exhausted then you let on. Every time you saw someone, you put on a shield, disguising your stress as tiredness from a long battle. A battle that just didn’t seem to end.

You were currently with Jawa Squad, hanging out with them as you awaited a new mission. You hadn’t been on one for over a standard week, and the boys were getting restless.

“No way, I can’t believe we’re actually working with them,” Steele said as he looked at a datapad, reading the details of the mission you’d just received. You looked over at him questioningly, briefly losing focus in your grappling with Tie, which he used to his advantage to take you down to the floor.

“Kriff, damnit!” you said, struggling on the ground under him. 

“Can’ git distracted on the battlefield,” he chuckled before letting out an “oof!” as you kneed him in the gut and shoved him off. You quickly climbed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Using his legs, he tossed you over his head, and you barely managed to flip over him, landing on your back and knocking the air from your lungs. 

“Alright, don’t kill her,” Bomber laughed, helping you up after you caught your breath.

“Well, ya know she was the one who wanted tuh grapple with meh,” Tie defended. “She knows ‘ow I fight.”

“And for some reason that doesn’t stop me from trying,” you mumbled, rubbing your back. “Did you say we got a new mission, Steele?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “and you won’t believe who we’re working with.”

“Who? It better not be Krell, I’ll kill him before we get on the venator.”

“No, it’s not Krell,” Hex assured, walking over with Sans. “We’re working with Clone Force 99.”

“The Bad Batch?” you asked, taken by surprise. “But they don’t work with regular troops.”

“Well, seems like they are this time,” Hex shrugged.

“Looks like we git tuh meet y/n’s man finally,” Tie said to Bomber.

“Yeah, and maybe he’ll be able to understand the way you talk,” Bomber laughed back, and Tie just rolled his eyes.

“I can talk perfectly ‘proper’, as the Kaminoans call it, when I want to. I just prefer not to,” Tie said matter-of-factly. Bomber just shook his head with a small chuckle, turning when Aid stepped closer.

“There’s something you guys missed,” Aid said, holding up a datapad. “It says here that it’s just Jawa Squad, y/n, and Clone Force 99. Not the entire 17th.”

“Just us?” you questioned, looking around at the six clones.

“Huh, I guess they really don’t like working with regular troopers,” Sans said. 

“That much that they gotta request jus’ a squad?” Tie asked, peering over Aid’s shoulder to read.

“Guess so. Maybe it won’t be too big of a mission then.”

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m sure we’ll find out. Come on, let’s go get ready,” you said.

“But I didn’t get tuh grapple Steele!” Tie complained before Steele tossed Sans his datapad and tackled the unsuspecting clone. Tie let out a surprised yelp before pushing Steele off and rolling over. The two got into a little grappling match, and you all shook your heads at them while walking out of the room.

“Hey! Don’t leave us!” Steele called after you, scrambling to his feet and sprinting to catch up. Tie was quick to follow, nearly colliding into Bomber as he reached you. 

“Easy, Tie-ger,” Bomber joked, and Tie just playfully shoved his arm.

You walked with them to their bunks where they put on their armor and got ready to head out. You looked over the mission while you waited, noting the important details. It didn’t seem too hard, or long, but it was definitely something your men weren't used to. It also seemed as though Tech had already planned out everything, so all you had to do was go over it with the Batch.

“Everyone ready?” Hex asked as they were finishing up. The others nodded, and you headed to the hangar. You would be taking an omicron shuttle, much like the one the Batch used, instead of a venator or a gunship. 

“Does anyone even know how to fly one of these?” Steele asked as they walked towards it.

“Me and Bomber do,” Hex responded. He was the first one to board, and you followed behind the rest of them. As you were about to step on the boarding ramp, you heard a ship flying into the hangar. You turned to see Tech expertly, but wildly, maneuvering the Havoc Marauder to land next to your shuttle.

“Hey boys, they’re here. You want to come meet them?” you called, and a few seconds later they joined you on the ramp. The Batch also left their shuttle, coming out to greet you. You smiled widely at them, but they all remained relatively neutral, only showing a little bit of a smile as you walked over.

“San, Hex, Steele, you’ve briefly met the Batch before, haven’t you?”

“Well, if being threatened by one of them can be considered meeting,” Sans laughed, though he was the only one, and Crosshair gave him a slight glare.

“Well, I might as well introduce everyone then,” you said. “Jawa Squad, this is Clone Force 99, also known as the Bad Batch. Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.” You pointed to each one, smiling a bit more when you pointed to Crosshair. He wasn’t looking at you, however. His eyes were trained on where Sans’s arm was thrown over your shoulders.

“Batch, these are the men of Jawa Squad. You’ve seen Sans, Hex, and Steele before,” you said, motioning to the three. “Crosshair, I think you met Aid briefly when you saved me, and the final two are Bomber and Tie.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Hunter said, extending his hand to Sans. Sans took it and their grasps were firm on each other, holding intense eye contact.

“Which one of you is the smartest one of your squad?” Tech asked, and both Hex and Bomber raised their hands. “Okay, which one of you makes the plans?”

“We all kind of do,” Hex said while shrugging. “We work together and decide what would be best.”

“There’s no one person who leads it?”

“Well, I guess I do,” Hex said.

“Good, let’s go over my plan, then,” Tech said, pulling it up on his datapad. 

“You mind if Steele comes as well?” Hex asked, and Tech looked up, raising a brow before shrugging boredly.

“As long as we can go over the plan.” Hex and Steele nodded, following after the other clone to go discuss the plan.

“So, you’re a medic, Aid?” Hunter asked, and your trooper straightened up.

“Yes sir,” he said, “best medic in the 17th.”

“Impressive,” Hunter said, “and what do you two do?” he asked, looking at Tie and Bomber.

“I’m the squad’s resident ARC-Trooper,” Bomber said, “and Tie is a sergeant.”

“Huh, guess that makes two sergeants on this mission,” Hunter said, a small smile covering his lips.

The tension between them all eased as they chatted, but you noticed how Crosshair was still scowling at Sans. You began to move to ask him what was wrong when Tech, Hex, and Steele came back over.

“Alright, the plan has been perfected, and we are ready to leave now,” Tech stated. “Y/n, you will be flying with us, and Jawa Squad will follow.”

“Y/n’s flying with you?” Sans questioned, looking confusedly at Tech.

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” Crosshair said, speaking for the first time since he stepped off the Marauder. 

“Well, no, but since she’s our general-“

“You’ll be perfectly fine without her,” Crosshair said, and you saw the slight sneer he gave to your commander. Sans just looked at you before you shrugged and moved to stand with the Batch.

“I’ll see you guys there, okay?” you said to Jawa Squad, and they nodded. “Comm if something happens.”

“Be safe, mesh’la,” Sans said, winking at you before turning to get on their omicron shuttle. You heard a slight snarl come from behind you, and looked to see Crosshair glaring at the back of Sans’s head. He then turned, avoiding your gaze, to get onto the Marauder.

“Did someone wake him up too early today?” you asked Hunter.

“Nah, I just don’t think he likes Sans,” he replied, motioning for you to go ahead of him. Once you were on board, and the ramp shut, everyone’s attitude seemed to instantly change.

“I can hug you now!” Wrecker said, coming up behind you and squeezing you.

“You could have hugged me before,” you laughed, spinning as he set you down to wrap your own arms around him.

“I had to be tough in front of your troops,” he countered.

“You don’t have to be anything in front of them,” you said. “They don’t care about how tough or broody you are. They love playful and joking people.”

“Well, Hex at least seemed to be one for getting the job done,” Tech said, pushing up his goggles before adding, “although Steele does a good job at trying to distract him.”

“Oh, yeah, those are the twins as we call them. They stick together no matter what. Hex is definitely the more serious one, but Steele balances it out with his jokes.”

“Tie and Bomber seem pretty close,” Hunter pointed out.

“Yeah, Bomber is like Tie’s older brother. He’s always stood by him and kept him safe. He feels like he has a responsibility towards him.”

“Huh, that’s nice,” Hunter said, “kinda like we all have a responsibility to each other.” The others all either scoffed or laughed at that, and Hunter rolled his eyes.

“Never mind then.”

“No, you’re not wrong,” you said, “you do all care about each other, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“Yeah, I have a responsibility to get on Crosshair’s nerves,” Wrecker said, pulling the toothpick from his brother's mouth and poking his nose with it. Crosshair immediately began trying to grab it from Wrecker, and they got into a mini grapple over it.

“Don’t take my toothpicks!” Crosshair said, reaching and almost snatching it from Wrecker, who just managed to keep it away.

“Then don’t mess with Lula.”

“I don’t touch your stupid doll.”

“Hey! Lula isn’t stupid!”

“Give me my toothpick!”

You and Hunter just chuckled at them while Tech began the ship and set the coordinates. 

“We should be there in a few hours,” he said. “Feel free to settle in.”

“I always do,” you said, smiling before heading into the bunks, walking past Crosshair and Wrecker who were now rolling around on the ground, fighting for the toothpick.

When you entered the room, you went over to Crosshair’s bunk and set your bag down next to it. You assumed you’d be sharing a bed with him if it turned into an overnight mission, so long as he didn’t mind. You couldn’t help but think something was off between you two. He hadn’t seemed overly thrilled to see you, and had barely spoken to you since you met up. But, he had been staring in a threatening way at Sans, so perhaps he was just being his normal, untalkative self around new people.

As you turned to leave the room, long arms slowly wrapped around you and you felt a warm breath on your neck before hot lips replaced it. He placed a few more kisses on you before pulling away and letting you turn to face him. Crosshair smiled softly at you before it turned cocky, and he lifted a brow as if in challenge. 

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did, snarky,” you said, giggling slightly.

“How touching,” he responded, smirking before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You relaxed into it, loosely hanging your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. You broke away and rested your face against his chest, his chin resting on your head. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, and you held him slightly tighter.

“I know, this war has got us both so busy,” you responded.

“I don’t like being away from you for that long,” he mumbled, swaying you slightly in his arms.

“I know, but you have your squad, and I have my battalion.”

“I want to see you more.”

“I want to see you more as well, but there’s not really a way to do that.”

“Join our squad,” he suggested without missing a beat. It almost seemed as though this was something he’d planned on asking. The way he casually and naturally said it, as if it wasn’t even really a question.

“Crosshair,” you said, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I can’t just abandon my men. You know I love them.”

“But you love us too, right?” he asked, hope lingering in his eyes.

“Of course I do, but you guys don’t need a general. And if I leave my men, then they’ll be at risk of having a worse general. Someone who doesn’t care about them.”

“They’d be fine,” he assured, but you shook your head.

“Don’t you guys prefer working without a Jedi anyway?” you asked, lifting a brow.

“Not when that Jedi is you.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys like me as much as I like you,” you said, “but I’m not going to leave my battalion.” Crosshair sighed, letting his hands fall from your waist.

“I know it’s hard, okay? I’m in this relationship as well, but think of it like this. If we can last just by comms and holocalls, then we’ll be stronger together when the war is finally over.”

“When the war is over?” Crosshair asked, furrowing his brows at you.

“Yeah, when the war is over. You will still want to be with me when it’s over, right?” you asked hesitantly. In truth, Crosshair hadn’t thought too much about after the war. Sure, he’d had moments where he thought of what a life with you on Dohbar might be like, but he’d never really considered it fully since you’d gotten together. He didn’t really expect to make it through the war, if he was honest. And he didn’t know what he would do if he did. He was a soldier, that’s the only reason he was born, or created. But looking at you and realizing that you truly did want him, that made him start to believe that maybe he did have more purpose than what everyone always told him.

“Of course I will,” he finally responded, but you didn’t look convinced. “Cyar’ika, I promise, if we survive this, that I will still want you, I’ll still love you.”

“We will survive,” you said, taking his hands into yours. “I know we will.”

“How do you know?” he asked, shaking his head. “The war is unpredictable. One stray blaster shot is all it would take to ruin the future.”

“I just…I know, Cross. I know that we’ll survive, I can feel it. The end will come, and we’ll both still be alive.”

“Promise?” he asked, holding up his pinky to you. You giggled, twisting yours around his.

“Promise,” you said. He pulled you in for another gentle kiss then before you were interrupted. You glanced over to the door where Hunter was standing, having cleared his throat to gain your attention.

“If you two aren’t too busy,” Hunter started, “we’re playing games in the cockpit. Wrecker wants you to join.”

“Oh kriff yeah!” you said, running from the room and pulling Crosshair behind you. He stopped suddenly, causing you to spin and look at him.

“What’s wrong, Cross?”

“I wanted to spend time with you,” he said, and you could hear a trace of disappointment in his voice.

“You are,” you said, tilting your head slightly.

“I meant just us,” he countered.

“Can we wait till after the mission? When I’m too tired to play games so we can just lay together in your bunk?”

“But I want you now,” he whined, and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe you do need some rest before the mission, you’re being whiny,” you teased. 

“I'm not whiny. I just missed you,” he countered.

“You were just whining,” you pointed out.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I guess we can play games. But, you have to give me attention after the mission,” he said, sticking a toothpick in his mouth and walking past you to join the others. He threw a smirk over his shoulder as he did, and you huffed and smiled before following him.

“Yeah, whatever grumpy,” you called, giggling to yourself before following.

As you made your trip to the planet the mission would be on, you and the Batch caught up in person. You, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker played card games while Crosshair watched, preferring to walk around and look at everyone’s cards so he could predict what would happen. Usually, his predictions were correct.

“Kriff! Again?” Wrecker said, throwing down his cards as Hunter beat him.

“What can I say, you don’t have a good sabacc face,” he chuckled. 

“I’m just glad we’re not actually gambling anything,” you said, throwing your cards down as well, showing your defeat.

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t won a single match yet,” Tech said.

“Hey, that’s not true,” you defended.

“Hmm, and I suppose Hunter is the tallest one here if we’re stating obvious lies,” Tech joked.

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. I think we’re almost there, look,” you said, pointing to the navisystem. Your icon was approaching the coordinates, so Tech climbed into his chair to take the controls again. You watched as you exited hyperspace, and saw Jawa Squad exit behind you as well. Tech flew down to a secluded area of the planet, and you got out to meet up with the others.

“I hope your flight wasn’t that bad without us, mesh’la,” Sans said, walking over with the others trailing behind.

“No, except I kept losing at card games,” you responded, and Hunter couldn’t help but smirk to himself at that

“I’m not surprised,” Steele laughed.

“She’s really not good, no matter what she tries to say,” Hunter said.

“I swear it was just an off day! I’ve beaten them plenty of times,” you defended while motioning to your troopers.

“They must truly be very awful then,” Tech added.

“Nah, we jus’ let ’er win,” Tie joked. You huffed and crossed your arms, glaring at your troopers who just laughed.

“Aw, don’t pout, mesh’la,” Sans said while stepping over and slipping his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“I’m not pouting,” you countered.

“Your expression and attitude say otherwise,” Hex mumbled, earning a snicker from Steele and Aid.

“You’re picking on her too, Sans,” Bomber playfully accused.

“You’re right, Bomber. You're the only one who’s nice to me,” you said, slipping from Sans’s arm and walking over to Bomber.

“Hey! I didn’t do anything!” Aid defended.

“You didn’t say anything, but you laughed.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Mmm, I think it does. Doesn’t it, boys?”

“Yes, it definitely does,” Steele said.

“Yup,” Tie agreed.

“Aw, I didn’t mean it, mesh’la. Come back to me,” Sans said, holding his arms out wide with a soft smile on his face. You just rolled your eyes and walked back over. When you reached him, Sans smirked and grabbed your hand, raising it and gently kissing it before winking at you. He was getting dangerously flirty, so you shot him a warning look. He nodded slightly, acknowledgment and understanding flashing in his eyes. He let your hand drop, and you turned back to the rest of Jawa Squad. 

“I’m going to go talk with Tech and make sure everything’s good to go,” you said before turning and walking away.

“Let’s go check the supplies, Tie,” Bomber said.

“Wait, shouldn’ we ‘ave done this before we left?”

“Probably,” Bomber shrugged, leading him away. 

“Hey Steele, think you and Hex could give me a hand?” Hunter asked, and they nodded before he led them over to the Marauder.

Unbeknownst to you, Crosshair had been carefully watching the whole interaction, internally seething at how friendly Sans was acting with you. Crosshair moved closer to your group, not letting you notice his presence, but still able to keep an eye on what was happening. He waited until you and the others left to approach Sans and confront him.

“What the hells do you think you’re doing?” Crosshair asked Sans after Hunter, Hex, and Steele walked away.

“What do you mean?” Sans responded, lifting a questioning brow at Crosshair’s threatening glare.

“I mean why are you acting like you’re the one dating her?” He asked, his voice turning into more of a sneer than before.

“I’m just acting like I always do with her,” Sans replied casually, not fazed by Crosshair’s attitude. That didn’t sit well with Crosshair. He wanted some sort of reaction or apology, but he could tell he wasn’t going to get either unless he really pushed.

“Either you back off of her, back off of my girlfriend, or I will make sure I don’t have to worry about you.”

“Really? And how would you do that?” Sans taunted, finally giving Crosshair something. 

“Let me show you a bit of a taste,” Crosshair said before he lunged forward and grabbed the front of Sans’s armor. Unfortunately for him, you walked back over right at that moment, and you saw him grab your commander.

“Crosshair!” You yelled, storming over to them. Crosshair kept his hold on Sans but turned to look at you. His expression turned from angry to blank as he met your glare. 

“Princ-“

“No!” You said, shoving them apart with the force. Sans didn’t move much, but Crosshair stumbled back and almost fell. 

“Sans,” you said, turning to him, “leave us, please.” He nodded, taking one last look at Crosshair before leaving the area. When Sans had joined the others, you turned back to Crosshair with new anger in your eyes.

“Princess listen-“

“Don’t you dare call me any nicknames right now! What the kriff is wrong with you? Sans is my commander! He’s my friend!”

“He was flirting with you, touching you, and acting like you were his!” Crosshair shot back. “It’s not my fault he won’t back off like he should!”

“He’s literally always like this, Crosshair! And for your information, he has toned it down since we got together. I even gave him a look earlier and he backed off!”

“How would you feel if another girl was all over me?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“What? Don’t turn this around on me-“

“Answer the question. How would you like it?” You bit your lip, shaking your head.

“That’s-it’s…”

“It’s what? Different? Because no, it’s not. You wouldn’t like it, even if you knew me and the girl were close before me and you were together. It would bother you deep down, make you question things, worry that you’ll be replaced by someone better.”

“Yes, but-“

“What if that girl was someone who made you feel different, or inferior? Someone who was ‘normal’ while you were ‘defective’. They’re not like us, they’re not the ‘sad batch’. They’re Jawa Squad, perfectly normal clones that have no special abilities that make them freaks.”

“Crosshair, he’s not better than you, and you’re not freaks,” you said, reaching out to gently grab his arm. He pulled away, turning to look at the others. Sans was watching, and they made eye contact before your commander looked away.

“You say that, and yet you chose him over me. You chose them over us. How am I supposed to believe that he’s not better when you do things that make me believe he is? You spend your time defending him, letting him be overly friendly, and yet I barely get to see you, and when we are together, all we seem to do is argue.”

“Because you start arguments over petty things! How many times have I told you not to worry about him? How many times have I reassured you that I love you?”

“That’s not the point! The point is, I don’t feel that way when I see him kissing your hand, calling you mesh’la, wrapping his arm around you. I see someone I could lose you to.”

“So your solution is to attack him? Yell at him and try to hurt him?”

“How else am I supposed to get him to listen? Being nice never worked on Kamino, so why would it work out here? I don’t have any other options! I don’t care who it is, whether they’re one of your troopers or not. Fighting is the only way they listen!”

“You haven’t even tried another way with them!”

“Because it won’t work!”

“If you’re going to keep acting like this, Crosshair, then we aren’t going to last!”

“Will you just listen to me?” he yelled, throwing his hands out and staring at you. You clenched your jaw, folding your arms over your chest before slowly nodding. He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before his expression changed. It was softer now, more concerned and sincere.

“I don’t want him acting like that with you-“

“You don’t get to choose how he acts.”

“I know, and I wasn’t finished,” he said. “I don’t want him acting like that with you, because I don’t need another reason to dislike the regs. You have to understand, the regs are just…more favorable than me, than us. Sure, we’re supposed to be better. But that wasn’t our choice. We didn’t choose to be different. We didn’t choose to be given these mutations. And if we hadn’t, if we weren’t different, we never would have gone through what we did on Kamino.”

“Your excuse is the same every time, Crosshair. It’s always ‘what you went through on Kamino’, ‘how the ‘regs’ treated you’. But that doesn’t mean you can throw around my commander like a rag doll.” Crosshair sighed, pinching his nose again.

“You’re not listening to me,” he mumbled. 

“No, I am. You’re worried that this will give you another reason to dislike other clones. You think they’re more favorable. What you keep ignoring, though, is that I chose you. Not Sans, not any other clone. You. And yet you’re still acting as though you need to win me over, but your actions are really just driving me away.”

“All I’m asking is that he doesn’t act romantic with you. It’s simple, y/n. I want to know that he respects us, instead of having to be told that he does, because it’s not obvious in the way he acts.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Crosshair. I don’t control his actions, he’s free to do what he wants. He has toned it down, and he does respect us, even if it’s not obvious.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, sticking a toothpick in his mouth.

“Cross-“

“Hey Crosshair?” Hunter said, and Crosshair turned to look at him. “You mind scouting out the area for us?”

“On it,” he said, bending down and grabbing his helmet.

“Can I come with you?” you asked. You didn’t want to end the conversation on a bad note, and you didn’t want it to be tense between you two.

“No, I’ll do it alone. It’ll be easier for me.”

“Easier? How does having another person with you make it harder?”

“Distractions, I can’t focus, I miss important things.”

“So I’m a distraction now?” you said with an edge to your voice, taking slight offense from his words. Crosshair just brings his hand up and drags it down his helmet, sighing as he does before looking at you.

“What I mean, is that when you’re around, you’re all I focus on. If I’m focused on you, I’m not scouting, I’m watching over you to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“Oh,” was all you said before he turned again and grabbed his rifle, heading off to scout the enemy.

“Trouble in paradise?” Hunter asked as he approached you.

“Yeah, but at this point it’s nothing new,” you shrugged.

“Just…try to understand where he’s coming from. Even from the outside, I gotta admit you and Sans…well I think it’s safe to say I’d feel the same as Crosshair does if I were in his position.” You looked at Hunter and nodded. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a slight squeeze before walking off. 

It wasn’t too long before Crosshair came back. He walked over to Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker, and the rest of you joined them.

“How’s it look?” Hunter asked.

“Just like the given information,” he stated.

“Alright, then we can go through with the plan as we intended,” Hunter said. “Does everyone know their groups and where to go?” Everyone nodded in response.

“Alright, let’s split up,” Sans said. You didn’t miss the way the batch all seemed to slightly turn and look at each other when Sans spoke, as if they were questioning why he was the one to make the call. The moment was only brief, and everyone separated before you could even try to say anything.

Since there were eleven of you, and Crosshair was going to be above sniping, that left ten on the ground, and you decided to split into groups of three. Hunter was with Sans and Aid, Tech with Bomber and Tie, and Wrecker with Hex and Steele. You would be alone, fighting alongside whoever needed your help. You all were to approach the enemy from different places, and work to push them together and pin them down in the center. Crosshair would take out stragglers from his vantage point, helping where needed.

“Wrecker, Hex and Steele, you should move first,” Crosshair spoke over the comms. They responded briefly before you assumed they went forward. You heard shots fired a bit of ways away, followed by an explosion.

“Was that really necessary, Wrecker?” Tech asked.

“Well, no, not really, but it was cool,” Wrecker said.

“Cyar’ika, join Tech, Bomber and Tie as they move forwards,” Crosshair cut in. You moved as he said and when you broke your cover, you were immediately met with droids. Igniting your lightsaber, you all quickly started defending yourselves. You could already see there were more than you had expected, and you hoped it wouldn’t be too much for Jawa Squad to handle.

“Hunter, Aid, and Sans,” he said, a little bit of sourness seeping out with Sans’s name, “move out as well.”

You were all engaged in combat now, relying solely on Crosshair to tell you where you were needed. Only he could see the whole battlefield, and only he knew what needed to be done.

“Watch your left, y/n,” Crosshair said, and you turned just as a new group of droids marched over. You deflected their shots as Tech quickly rolled a grenade over to the center of the group. A second later the droids were blown to scraps, the metal raining down around you. Bomber and Tie fought off another group that was coming from the opposite side.

“Give us some cover fire over here, Crosshair,” Hunter said as three groups came at once to him, Aid, and Sans.

“Aid, duck,” Crosshair said, and Aid did as he was told. A second later, a shot from Crosshair’s rifle flew over where Aid’s head had just been, taking out the lone droid to Aid’s side. 

“Thanks, didn’t see him coming,” Aid said.

“I figured.”

“I’m startin’ tuh wond’r if we ‘ave enough people for all these droids,” Tie said as he used his dual blasters to take out the droids around him.

“Oh, please. We could fight these off like a piece of cake without you extra helpers,” Wrecker said before grabbing and smashing two droids together.

“Nice,” Steele said before grabbing a droid and pulling it forward as he shot it, causing the head to fly off.

“Not bad, but can you do this?” Wrecker said before he grabbed two, tossed them into the air, and threw grenades onto them that exploded just as they made contact with the droids.

“That, I can’t do,” Steele laughed.

“Focus, Steele,” Hex said, blasting a droid that was about to shoot his unsuspecting vod.

“Sorry,” Steele said, turning to focus on the battle again. 

“We could use a bit of your defense over here, y/n,” Sans said as he took a few steps back, a wave of droids moving towards him. You ran over, jumping in front of him, Aid, and Hunter to provide them cover.

“I’m a kriffing medic,” Aid mumbled, “I shouldn’t be in heavy fire like this.”

“Yeah, well, better get used to it real quick,” Hunter said, moving up to stand beside you.

“You’re not being too tough on my boys, are you?” you lightly teased, giving Hunter a brief look.

“I thought we were your boys?” he joked back before tossing a vibroblade up. “Crosshair!”

“On it,” Crosshair replied, and as the vibroblade began to fall, a shot connected with it and drove it into a droid.

“Show offs,” Sans mumbled, helping Aid as he was almost overwhelmed.

“That was nothing,” Hunter shrugged.

“Yeah, well, let’s focus more on fighting and less on being fancy,” you stated, giving Hunter a more serious look this time.

“Sir, yes sir,” he mocked, turning to go help Sans and Aid. 

It was beginning to get more serious than you had expected. You were running between the groups so often that you could barely keep track of who you were with most of the time. You weren’t too bothered by that though, as long as everyone was kept safe, you could mess up a few names.

As the fight progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how your men seemed to begin to look tired. Jawa Squad wasn’t used to this much action, they usually had a whole battalion with them to split up the fighting. But this battle was just eleven people, ten clones, four that were enhanced, and one Jedi. You hoped it would end soon, so that your men didn’t tire out on the field and risk getting killed.

As he looked out over the battlefield, Crosshair wracked his mind for ideas to help everyone at once. More droids were coming, and they were closing in around everyone. He quickly studied the area and everyone’s positions, smirking to himself when he came up with a plan.

“Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, set up reflectors in position for an E-27.”

“E-27? Are you sure that’s the best option for right now?” Hunter questioned.

“Yes, I know what I’m doing.”

“I agree with Crosshair. Given the current situation, and state of the enemy, E-27 will allow for the best cover and relief for all of us,” Tech said.

“Ready!” Wrecker said when he finished placing his reflectors.

“Care to share with the rest of us what E-27 is?” Hex asked as he covered Tech.

“More fancy tricks,” Hunter merely said, placing his last reflector. “Ready.”

“I am ready as well,” Tech said, standing up and covering Hex as he hadn’t noticed droids approaching from behind.

“Everyone, get down, now!” Crosshair said. No one questioned his order, all dropping down as Crosshair fired off 5 shots. Your men couldn’t help but watch as the shots bounced around, taking out the entire perimeter of droids. All that was left when the shots stopped were the droids that had been pushed to the center. The entire force that had been surrounding you all was gone.

“I gotta admit, that was pretty awesome,” Bomber said.

“Pretty awesome? That was kriffin’ incredible!” Tie said, looking up to where Crosshair was, giving him a quick salute. Crosshair returned the motion, smirking even more under his helmet.

“We’ve almost got them, let’s keep pushing!” Sans said, and across the field everyone began fighting again. You tried your best to run between everyone, providing more defense when they needed it. 

Suddenly, the droids surged forward, catching everyone slightly off guard. They used this brief surprise to take the advantage over you. 

“Steele, watch out!” you yelled, jumping forward and deflecting a shot that had been flying right towards his head.

“Thanks, y/n,” he said, shooting other droids around. “We’re good over here, go see if anyone else needs help.” You nodded and ran towards the others, eyes searching for anyone who might need help. You looked over at Tie and your heart stopped. He was being overwhelmed by droids and he had no support for him, but there was no way you could get to him in time.

“Crosshair! Can you give Tie cover?” you asked frantically over the comms.

“On it, princess,” Crosshair responded, shifting his position slightly to take aim at the droids. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw Tie trip, and you saw it as well.

“Tie!” you yelled, seeing him now on the ground and about to be swarmed. Bomber heard your scream, and looked over to his brother. He immediately abandoned his spot and ran over. 

“What the kriff are you doing, Bomber?” Tech yelled as the other trooper ran away.

“Tie’s down! I gotta cover him!” Standing over Tie, Bomber shot the droids that were trying to surround them.

“Bomber be careful!” you begged in a scream from across the field.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I will!” he yelled back. You nervously took fleeting glances when you could, trying not to get distracted from your own fight. The droids had been reduced significantly, and were all clustered together. When you’d finished off the droids around you, you looked back over and everything turned to slow motion as you watched Bomber. As he went to shoot the last droid, it raised its blaster and shot him in the side. He doubled over but didn’t fall, and he weakly raised his blaster to shoot it. When the droid dropped to the ground, Bomber fell as well.

“Bomber!” Tie yelled, pushing himself up and crawling the small distance to his brother. “Bomber, c’mon man! Please, ya gotta get up!”

“Tie,” Bomber said weakly, reaching up to his brother who had now removed his helmet. 

“Aid! Get your karking ass over here!” Tie yelled, trying to help Bomber remove his armor. The plastoid fell to the ground around him as Aid ran over. 

“Help him!” Tie yelled as soon as Aid reached them.

“Calm down, I promise he’ll be okay!” Aid said, panicking internally at the situation. He cut open Bombers undersuit and looked at the wound. Aid fought the urge to sob at the sight, the wound was fatal, he knew that much already. He removed his own helmet and began to work, though he knew, in the end, it was pointless.

“C’mon man! We’re losin’ ‘im!” Tie cried, gripping Bomber’s hand tightly.

“Tie, look at me,” Bomber said weakly. Tie’s eyes darted to his, and tears welled up as he met his gaze.

“Tie-ger, I need you to promise me something.”

“No! No you stop talkin’ like that!” Tie said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna hear none of that bathashit from you!”

“Tie, vod, please,” Bomber said, desperation lacing his tone. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Kriff, what the hells do you need me to promise? That I’ll let you ’ave all the hot shower water from now on? ‘Cause I’ll do that, Bomber I swear to the Maker, I’ll do that for ya!”

“Keep fighting, Tie-ger,” Bomber said, “keep fighting for me, for Jawa squad, for the 17th. For all our brothers in the GAR. Prove that bounty hunter trainer wrong. We are not worthless. We are the 17th. We are the strongest. You are strong, Tie.”

“Bomber don’t ya talk like that! Ya ain’t dyin’! Aid!” Tie said, turning to see Aid shaking as tears dropped from his cheeks and landed around Bomber’s wound. “Aid don’t you start crying! Focus, haar’chak!”

“T-Tie, I…Bomber,” Aid said, looking into the clone's eyes. But Bomber kept his gaze on Tie, a soft smile coming to his lips.

“I love you, vod. You’ve always been my best vod, Tie. I love you, and Jawa squad, and the 17th, and y/n. So much. I’ll always be with you, Tie. Forever.”

“No!” Tie cried, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth. “No ya ain’t dyin’ on me!”

“I’m your brother for life, Tie. Always marching by your side.” Tie just stared at Bomber for a second, unable to believe what was happening. Bomber was supposed to survive with him, Jawa Squad was supposed to remain whole. But when Bomber said those words, said that he would always march by Tie’s side, Tie knew it was over. He knew he had to let him go.

“Brothers for life. Always marching by each other’s side,” Tie finished, tears spilling down his cheeks. When he felt Bomber’s grip on his hand loosen, Tie went numb.

From where you were standing, you felt the air change around you. You stumbled slightly, sucking in a harsh breath, and you looked over to where the change was coming from. Your heart lurched when you felt Bomber standing beside you, but saw him across the battlefield. You shouldn’t feel him here, he should be over there. With his body. But he wasn’t. 

“Bomber,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and feeling his spirit. You also felt immeasurable pain coming from Tie, and utter guilt and shame coming from Aid.

“The battle’s over,” Hunter said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “We won.”

“Did we?” you said, turning to look at him. “Or did we lose, just in a different way?” Hunter remained silent, his eyes lingering on you before he looked over to where Aid and Tie were. You didn’t try to stop the tears that fell, or the grief that washed over you. The Batch all stood in a group while the rest of Jawa Squad ran over. 

Sans dropped to his knees, throwing his helmet off and burying his face in his hands as a sob took over. Hex only looked for a second before finding the nearest droid and starting to rip it apart while screams and tears left his body. Steele tried to calm him, but the angry yells from Hex wouldn’t stop. Steele’s own cries were silenced by the noise Hex was making.

You held Aid as he sobbed, explaining that he tried to save him, he did what he knew, but it wasn’t enough. He sobbed about how he failed, not just Bomber, but everyone. You quietly assured him that he’d done his best, he’d done all he could, that it wasn’t his fault that the shot was fatal.

Tie was the only one not making a sound. Silent tears streamed down his face, and his eyes were empty as they stared at Bomber. He was still holding his hand, squeezing, hoping for the same pressure back, but it never came. This wasn’t some joke Bomber was playing on him, this wasn’t a nightmare. 

This was real, and this was war.

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