#The Bad batch Echo

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The Gym Membership - Part 47 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair thinks back to his argument with Tech

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I hope everyone is having a good week. I know some having been dealing with a lot of stress or difficulties and I just want to say that you are all doing amazing. If you got up out of bed, you're doing amazing. If you opened your eyes but stayed in bed, you're doing amazing. Even if all you did was turn over and go right on sleeping, it's okay. You're amazing. The fact that you are still alive and surviving in this crazy world is amazing. Don't give up.

Love oo

Warnings: Annoyance, grief, anger at oneself, cheating, coma, drinking, guilt, feelings of disgust of oneself. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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“Crosshair, when it came to the wedding between you and Avery, what was that like? I imagine it was on base.”

“It was.” He turned to look at Tech, wondering where this conversation was going.

“Who officiated it?”

“What?”

“Officiated, who did it?”

“The Chaplain.”

“Hmmm”

“What?” Cross started to grow more irritated by these incessant questions from his younger brother.

“Just wondering, Kamarie and I did think about a military wedding, but truthfully we would’ve been happy with any wedding…” Tech’s voice trailed off as he thought back to the love of his life. He missed her every day, probably more than he would ever dare to admit.  

“Oh.” Crosshair’s annoyance diminished a little until Tech started up again. 

“So how did you guys live on base? I mean you were going on missions, and from what I understand she didn’t go on too many, but she did have her own missions as well. Was that difficult to deal with?”

He ran his hand over his head, and stood moving away from Tech, before he lost his cool on his younger brother. “Can we talk about something else?” 

“Why?”

“Tech, move on.”

“No.”

Crosshair turned to look at Tech, “Excuse me?”

“You never talk about Avery, about your marriage, about anything.”

“Maybe that’s by design.”

“And maybe you’re hiding.”

“Tech, mind your business.”

“Why are you so afraid to talk about your life with Avery?”

Crosshair’s patience had worn thin as he looked at his younger brother, his restraint crumbled as he glared at Tech. “I don’t feel the need to discuss my marriage Tech! It’s as simple as that. Avery was a brief moment of happiness in my life. A joke life handed me, making me believe for one tiny moment I could possibly be that happy, have a chance at something normal. Something perfect…” Crosshair swallowed the warm bubble that rose in his throat, as anger replaced the pain, “Only to have it yanked away. Do you honestly think I want to keep reliving it? No! So I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!”

Tech stood from his seat, shaking his head not so much in disappointment as in sorrow for his older brother. “If Avery was here now, do you think she’d appreciate the way you speak about her? The way you refuse to share what you two had with your family?” He adjusted his glasses, before letting out a sigh, “Life is full of disappointments, and yes sometimes it comes and snuffs out the one thing that brings you joy and peace and makes you feel complete. However, for all the pain that I’ve gone through, I can’t imagine not talking about Kamarie or remembering my times with her; because if I didn’t talk about her, it would mean those moments of happiness never happened. Those thousands of kisses we shared in such a short span of time, didn’t occur. All those conversations and shared laughter we had were a dream.” Tech shook his head, as he poured out his thoughts, “I can’t have that; I can’t let those precious memories die, simply because it hurt too much. Crosshair, I know our circumstances are different, and what you had with Avery can’t even compare to what I had with Kamarie, however I do understand where you’re coming from. However, the pain won’t go away if you simply ignore it.”

Crosshair took in a deep breath as the warm liquid began to fill his vision, “If you understand me, just agree with me and move on.”

Just before he shifted towards the exit, Tech called out to Crosshair one more time, closing the distance between them as he gently gripped his shoulder, “Just because I understand you, doesn’t mean I have to agree with you. You are causing yourself more harm by locking away your pain, Crosshair. As your vod, I’m concerned about you. Don’t hide from the pain. Don’t hide from your past. Let her live.”

He could still see Tech’s glistening eyes, as unshed tears welled up in his eyes as he put the lid back on Layla’s toilet. 

Tech did understand him, better than any of his brothers, however what he failed to grasp was the guilt he’d been feeling. The amount of pain he carried, as he reflected on the way he lived his life while his wife was in a coma. Finding the comfort he could during those years, when he wasn’t at work, or looking after Avery, he was either diving to the bottom of a bottle or sleeping around with the first warm body he could find, just to dull the pain of her lying there and unable to do anything to help her. 

There was no way Tech could understand, the reason his guilt kept him from talking about Avery, especially to his vod who’d been the epitome of a devoted partner especially during Kamarie’s last days. Whereas, he’d been unfaithful the entire time Avery entered into a coma, what was worse, was the fact it hadn’t phased him until she passed. And now that guilt of being an unfaithful, despicable husband was eating him up even more as his eyes had lingered over Layla. 

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[phantasm-echo]

What do you mean bad batch is over they’re all right… here……. Ueueueuueueueueu *devolves into sobbing I love them so much*

[brainrotparsecsaway]

I finally got time to work on a bigger piece and it had to be the bad batch!

I love these idiots and I feel so robbed of not having gotten canon old designs for the rest of them outside of Hunter and Omega

Also I wanted Tech back because he's my favourite nerd

I imagine this picture was taken earlier that day that Omega left to join the rebel alliance

[snotbuggle]

Omega rating the snuggle comfort of the batch during bedtime

Written in her POV

Hunter- 3.5/5

Wakes up super easily

Hard to match breathing with

Bonus point for trying his best not to disturb me

Wrecker- 5/5

Big, but I don’t have to worry about falling since he holds me in place

Spreads out, I have lots of nooks to curl into

Super warm

Lula

Perfect, first choice

Echo- 4/5

Perfect size feel

Lack of legs leaves me good ventilation

Skin texture is unique—in a good way

Twitches more than the others

Overall, nearly perfect

Crosshair- 3/5

Once he falls asleep in his bed he is out for the night

Sometimes I wonder if he’s dead

Pretends he doesn’t like it, but I broke Hunter and will break him too

Not bad

Tech- 1/5

Hardest part is finding him in a comfortable position

Moves around way too much

Stays up super late

Bonus point because he tries not to move around as much when I’m comfortable, and he goes to sleep earlier for me

Phee suggested I put my entire body weight on his chest/torso, but I think I’m too small and don’t weigh enough.

Batcher- 1/5?

Good girl deserves a pity point

She’s great to nap with during the day

But at night she does not stop licking her paws. Ever.

Hunter doesn’t like her being on the bed anyway

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This was inspired by Izutsumi from Delicious in Dungeon who rated snoozing with her party members. I thought it was very cute and wanted to do the same with Omega and her brothers.

+bonus that didn’t make the cut

[madsayo]

did a little series of tbb and love languages…idk

hunter - quality time

echo - words of affirmation

crosshair - physical touch

wrecker - gift giving

tech - acts of service

[gars-weaponeer]

I think about this a lot...

Crosshair, Mr. "We don't usually work with Regs", Mr. "I would have left him for dead too, he is just another Reg", Sees this mangled mess of a clone fight for a couple of minutes and decides to place his hand on his shoulder when the battle is over.

It almost feels like he is worried Echo will tumble over the edge and fall, even tho we don't see Echo loosing his balance once. But, it also feels like a congratulation, like he recognizes just how good of a soldier Echo actually is. You don't see it in the Gif, but he even gives him a little head nod of acknowledgment!

Do you think he realized why they took so much risk for just one "Reg"? He came to understand why Echo was so important and Rex made such a big fuss about it?

Do you think he came to accept that Echo was "not bad for a reg?"

Cause if he did, he would have been the first of The Bad Batch to do so. Since in the next episode we have both Hunter and Tech distrusting Echo and his ideas, worried he might have some ulterior motives.

I think... Mr. "I hate regs" is actually a big softie and accepted Echo as a brother way before the others did.

[tentakelspektakel]

I cooked so hard with this one, am really proud of it!!! All the Bad Batch Lads <33

tagging my Girlie @decembermidnight bc she asked <3

Bonus Goggle-less Tech!

[the-bi-space-ace]

Crosshair: I don’t even like Echo he’s the worst I can’t believe we did all of this for a reg

Echo: *makes jokes two seconds after being unplugged from the Techno Union computer, jumps on the back of a keeradak without hesitation, fights with them and kicks serious ass, and comes up with a strategy so chaotic even Tech was like ‘what arE YOU DOING?’*

Crosshair: ……. I would die for him

[pinkiemme]

A hug for happier times 🫂

[rebekadjarin]

Get everyone to Tantiss? Echo

Safely avoiding authentication? Echo

Getting a hand? Echo

Turning Emerie to their side? Echo

Getting shit done? Echo

[welcometo79s]

I'm just,,,,, deeply enamored with Echo's golden eyes. I don't care what canon says, I headcanon he's always had them and when Fives and he would switch places during their shenanigans, Echo would have to wear contacts because people would always recognize him by his eyes.

[mmaeiarts]

He definitely has terrible road rage

[phantasm-echo]

Cat dad captain Rex cat dad captain Rex—

[amandamadeathing]

Social network post for Echo

[stellarbit]

Shifting Loyalties

No warnings. 2.3k words

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: nada

Pairings: SFW The Batch x fem!reader

Summary: You're a dropout Jedi who left with Echo to join the Bad Batch. You and The Batch are assigned to work with the 501st. The Batch get a bit spicy about how friendly you are with the regs.

NSFW Edition

Inspired by physical touch by @queenariesofnarnia :') it's perfect

The Marauder's landing ramp wasn't halfway extended, and your foot tapped with anticipation. Spotting the 501st squadron as you descended, they stood in a group, not in formation, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Working with the Bad Batch was a thrill, but you couldn't deny missing your first squad.

When Echo departed, Hunter extended you the same offer to join the Bad Batch. As a Jedi dropout, you no longer belonged on Coruscant or in the Order. Your path diverged, but that didn't mean you didn't occasionally yearn for your old teammates.

Before it was fully safe to exit, you hurled yourself out of the ship, dashing toward the awaiting clones. The Batch were momentarily stunned; even Tech tore his eyes away from his datapad at your sudden outburst.

"Shorty!" Fives exclaimed as you barrelled into his arms, spinning you around before settling you among your old squad.

"Shorty?" Crosshair sneered, visibly annoyed by what he was seeing. You darted between the regs, embracing each one, sometimes two at a time.

You meshed well with the Batch, but they weren't the touchy-feely type. Consequently, you lacked the courage to breach physical boundaries, especially considering how often you seemed to get under their skin. After your fallout with the Order, you couldn't risk facing any more rejection.

As the Batch followed after you, Wrecker swiveled his head toward his brothers, clearly confused. "Wha- what's going on?" He scratched his head, gesturing in your direction. "What's all that about?" He referred to your playful antics with the group of regs, laughing and roughhousing like a child.

You weren't cold toward them; in fact, you engaged in comfortable teasing. However, you maintained a professional distance, refraining from physical contact, let alone running into their arms.

Echo shrugged, a smile playing on his lips as he reminisced about his former life. "She's just saying hi," he explained. "She served with the 501st for a long time, even before I was taken to Skako Minor." Nostalgia washed over him at the sight of you standing with his 501st brothers - just like old times.

Hunter blinked in astonishment. "That's normal for her?" He had never witnessed you so carefree and jovial before.

Tech tucked his datapad away, adjusting his goggles as he observed the scene. "By their reactions, this doesn't seem abnormal for her. Why this is the first time we're witnessing it, I'm uncertain." He turned to Echo. "Have you seen this behavior before?"

"Sure, but you're all overthinking it," Echo replied, realizing the tension building among his brothers. "She's just comfortable with them." He regretted the last sentence immediately, sensing their egos regarding regular clones turning this joyful reunion into an unspoken competition.

"If she's so comfortable with them," Crosshair spat, "Maybe she should go back to her precious regs." It was exactly the response Echo feared.

The group watched as you responded to Jesse's teasing with a flirtatious elbow, then stumbled slightly into Rex, who steadied you with a hand on your shoulder.

"It's good to see you. Keeping Echo out of trouble?" Rex smiled down at you, then glanced at Echo standing among the Batch. His smile faded upon noticing Clone Force 99 in various stages of glowering. He patted your shoulder. "Uh… why don't you find General Skywalker while I brief the rest of your squad?"

Without a glance back at the Batch, you followed the order. Anakin briefed you on the mission before easing into conversation. "How are you holding up?" He leaned against a crate of supplies.

"It was hard at first, but I feel…" You paused, feeling a warmth spreading over your chest, grateful it rarely reached your cheeks. "At home with the Batch." You couldn't suppress the smile the thought of the Batch brought you. They made your life exciting, and you felt safe fighting alongside them.

Anakin hadn't missed the looks Clone Force 99 threw your way, especially the nastier ones aimed at the clones you hugged. "I'm glad to hear that, Short Stuff." When Hunter and Wrecker glanced over at the two of you with something like disdain, Anakin smirked. Oh, this is too easy. He leaned down just enough so that your face eclipsed his, just out of sight of the Batchers. "Though, it looks like your new crew isn't too happy with you."

You jerked back, incredulous. "Excuse me?" By the time you whipped around, the Batch were already to the Marauder. Everything seemed normal. You shoved Anakin back. "Kriff off, Skywalker."

Anakin raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Anyway, it looks like it's time for you to rejoin your squad. Good luck."

"Pfft, good luck?" You pulled a face and cracked your neck. "I don't need luck on missions." You may have missed the Jedi General, but you did not miss his arrogant humor.

Anakin smirked as you headed back out and out of earshot. "It wasn't for the mission."

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Inside the ship, the atmosphere shifted when you returned. Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech, and Echo were scattered about on various tasks, their sudden silence and exchanged glances going unnoticed by you as you busied yourself with pulling out sleeping supplies. There was no way you were missing a chance to sleep off the ship.

Sat cleaning his gun, Crosshair’s eyes bore into your back. It didn’t take Hunter’s senses for you to feel his glare. Still packing, you said over your shoulder, “What is it, Crosshair?”

“Oh, nothing,” Crosshair sneered, leaning forward. “Just didn’t realize you missed your regs so much.”

“And why wouldn’t I miss them?” You snorted, not realizing that earned you an even nastier look from the white-haired clone. “Some people have friends, Crosshair. What’s wrong with that?”

Raising an eyebrow, you turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "And what's wrong with that? Some of us actually have friends, you know."

Tech, engrossed in a control panel, interjected, "He's not questioning your friendships. He's just pointing out the obvious preference you seem to have for your old squadmates."

Your hands stilled, and you turned to face them, sensing an underlying tension in the air. "What's going on here?"

Wrecker shuffled awkwardly, his expression troubled. "We just thought you were happier with us."

"I am happy!" you exclaimed. "But it's natural to be excited to see old friends, isn't it?"

When Wrecker’s defeated look didn’t change you looked to Hunter, the sensible brother, for relief. Instead, he had his arms crossed and eyes fixed away from you.

They can’t be serious. You started to turn to Echo when Crosshair abruptly got up, setting his gun aside, and loomed over you within a second.

“Don’t look at Echo to save you,” Crosshair growled, his voice low and menacing. "You seem a little too cozy with them for just 'old friends.'" You tried to step away, but found yourself backed against the counter behind you.

“Cross,” Hunter warned, but his brother didn’t heed the caution, slamming a hand on the shelf a few inches from your face.

The close proximity allowed you to catch Crosshair's scent—gun oil and mint—a combination you'd never been so close to before. It left you breathless, barely able to formulate a response. Crosshair raked his eyes over you as he idly lolled a toothpick around his mouth. He leaned in close. “Why so shy now, Shorty?” he taunted, his voice dropping even lower.

Despite the shiver you felt at the nickname rolling off Crosshair’s tongue, ignored the jibe. “What’s your problem with ‘Shorty’?” you bit back, unwilling to back down.

Tech swiftly wedged himself between you and Crosshair, his tone firm but diplomatic. "Let's not act like children here." Placing a hand on your chest and the other on Crosshair's shoulder, he continued, "Although 'Shorty' might not be the most accurate nickname. If you prefer something else-"

His voice trailed off as he noticed the flush creeping up your chest and spreading to your cheeks and ears. Tech's wide eyes darted between your face and his hand, realizing the unintended intimacy of his touch. "Oh," he stammered, but didn’t pull back his hand. "I-I apologize."

Feeling the weight of their collective stares, you squirmed uncomfortably, yearning for some space to breathe. Tech's touch, coupled with Crosshair's taunting sent a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through you, rendering you speechless. It seemed like every part of you was reacting, including that one lower part that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Before the tension could escalate further, Echo chimed in with an observation. "Well, I've never seen that before."

Returning to reality, you brushed Tech's hand away and swiftly grabbed your sleeping gear, attempting to regain your composure. "You're all acting like a bunch of-"

"It looks like our sarad is finally blossoming," Crosshair mocked, his voice laced with amusement.

Unable to take another word from him, you shoved past Tech to lunge on Crosshair, whose scowl was now a shit eating smirk. “I’ll wipe that smug-”

Hunter jumped in to hold you back. “Back off, Cross.” You were still grabbing for Crosshair when Hunter’s firm grip on your waist registered with you. You stiffened as Hunter detangled your arms from his shoulder and pulled you aside. He turned to you and surprised you by gently cupped your cheek. “Listen, we’re not trying to upset you.”

You were too aware of all the places your bodies had just touched - where his hands had been. It was all too much and with his hand on your face you simply couldn’t move.

The unexpected closeness and the warmth of his touch left you momentarily stunned, struggling to process the flood of sensations. With an effort to maintain your composure, you pulled away from Hunter's touch, grabbing your gear tightly. But before you could make your escape, Wrecker wrapped you in his arms and wrung you off your feet. “Aw, don’t be mad, we were just worried!” All you could focus on was the size of his hands and how nice his arms felt. When he dropped you, you just stood hunched over with a death grip on your sleeping pack.

The way you just stood at the mouth of the ship wide eyed and huffing, you probably looked like a deranged blurg. You felt deranged. In mere minutes you’d gone from composed to weak kneed simply from a few touches and teases. Being the center of their attention in those minutes had lit something in you that was quickly getting out of control. You still couldn’t manage words when you took off down the Marauder’s ramp.

At once Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech looked back at Echo. Echo echoed the collective astonishment, his tone tinged with bewilderment. "I've never seen her act like that before."

Tech, ever the analyzer, observed the physical signs of your distress with keen interest. He looked down at the hand he'd placed on your chest. "Her heart rate and temperature were elevated," he noted, his analytical nature kicking in. "Her coloring was..." He paused, searching for the right word, "...unexpectedly vibrant." Tech was quick to record his observations, whether mentally or digitally, finding your behavior to be a fascinating new discovery.

"Intriguing," Tech mused, adjusting his glasses with a confident shrug. "Her conduct with us doesn't align with her interactions with her former squadron. This divergence suggests a remarkably positive correlation." His conclusion was delivered with a note of excitement, indicative of his realization of the significance of your reaction. "And I am seldom wrong."

Each member of the Bad Batch absorbed Tech's assessment in their own way, contemplating the implications of your behavior.

When it was time to part ways with the 501st, you made your good-byes. The Batch weren’t much for good-byes, aside from Echo giving an extra farewell to Rex, they watched on from the mouth of the Marauder. You didn’t know when, or if, you’d see them again so you were saying good-bye to each clone.

Jesse sauntered over to the Batch as you engaged in one last round of roughhousing with Fives. He glanced at you, then at the Batch. An obvious jab that didn't fail to elicit a snarl from Crosshair. “Looks like she's clinging to her ‘regs’ a bit too tightly,” he remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled mockery. Crosshair's lip curled in response, a silent warning brewing beneath his steely exterior. “Maybe it's time she remembers where she belongs.”

“Ay! Sarad!” Wrecker’s voice boomed out suddenly, your head immediately snapping to attention. “You comin’ or what?”

Tech, with a slight adjustment to his goggles, couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of your embarrassment—the faint flush creeping up your cheeks, the nervous smile that flickered across your lips. It was a sight that stirred something in his usually analytical mind. “Looks like she's right where she belongs,” he remarked softly, a rare hint of sentimentality in his tone.

Jesse let out a huff of resignation. “I suppose so. Just make sure you take care of her,” he muttered before slipping away.

As Wrecker slung his arm around your shoulders, nearly toppling you over, you hesitated for a moment. But instead of pulling away, you returned the gesture with a small hip bump, a silent olive branch. This is really going to take some getting used to.

Hunter, helmet tucked under his arm, stepped forward. “If you ever decide you want to go back to the 501st... we'd understand,” he offered, his tone tinged with sincerity.

You shook your head with a laugh, stepping out of Wrecker’s embrace. Playfully knocking an elbow into Hunter’s side, you grinned. “You think I’d trade you guys for the 501st? Not a chance,” you replied, your words carrying a hint of affection.

“Oh, spare us the sentimentality,” Crosshair interjected dryly, though the faint twitch of his lip betrayed a hint of amusement.

As you stood among the Batch, you laughed to yourself. This is going to be fun.

[madsayo]

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