#baby!batch au

[cubbihue]

If Timmy struggled with adjusting to magic because he was raised on earth, does that mean this is the reason Peri also struggles? Since in his early years he grew up on earth with his parents?

Yup! There's a multitude of reasons why Peri struggles so much, but they all lie in his origins. Peri was born from a wish! And Wishes, well. They're not meant to last long. Most wishes become unstable as the years go by, but Peri's persisted because he's an entire living being!

CosWan initially feared Peri wouldn't grow up properly, but he turned out nearly as fine as any other Fairy would! Probably!!

Growing up on Earth, being related to the VonStrangles, born from a 10 year old's wish, living past the lifespan of wishes, beyond that of humans... Each part is rather small, but when added together, it culminates into a very... very unstable baby.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[cherrirui-official]

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

[singswan-springswan]

batchmates

[cloned-eyes]

:D seratonin

[jedipoodoo]

OMGG I LOVE BABY OMEGA STORIES!! Could it be possible for one with Hunter? Like reader is taking care of bebo Omega snuggling with her, doing her hair, feeding her and stuff. And Hunter is all 😍 about reader and omega together.

I would die because I saw a fan art of Hunter kissing a baby omegas cheek and I’ve fallen in love😭

I KNOW THE FANART YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!! CUTE CHUBBY BEBO OMEGA WHO IS ALWAYS SMILING AND LAUGHING AND GETTING INTO TROUBLE AND STEALING ALL OUR HEARTS AHHH

if anyone is unaware, this is the fanart they're talking about

"The Sweetest Sound" (Sergeant Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Notes: no warnings, just fluff, babies, gendered terms for reader. Divider by @stars-n-spice (click here for more)

Hunter was in the shed, working on a set of shelves one of their neighbors had commissioned. With the door open, he had a perfect view of you and Omega, seated on a blanket on the patio. Omega took one of her wooden blocks from you and started to gnaw on it. You laughed and took it from her, pointing to the letter Hunter had carefully carved in the side.

"This is the letter 'M'," You told her, "It goes mmmmuh. Can you say mmmmuh?"

"Mmm!" Omega nodded, reaching for the block.

"That's right, 'M', as in mmmonky, mmmango, and mmmmilk."

Omega squinted at you, as if that would make the letter on the block more legible. "Muh... muh... muh.... Mama."

Hunter stopped in the middle of sawing. Had he really just heard that? His keen hearing was seldom wrong, and from the way you were looking at Omega with tears beading in your eyes, you'd heard it too.

Omega took the block from your hand, and started smacking it against the block with the letter 'Q'.

"Omega?" you asked, imploring her to repeat herself. Omega carefully balanced the blocks on top of each other, creating a little tower.

Hunter set his tools aside and closed the door to his workshop, just in case Omega got too curious and crawled inside again.

He crouched down next to you and the baby, trying the catch Omega's attention by playing with her bangs.

"Omega, what did you say?"

Her brown eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she beamed up at him, letting out a string of babbling babyspeak.

"No, no, say it again. Mmmm, mmmmama. Can you say Mama?"

"Mmm!" Omega sang, clapping a hand against her block.

"Good job, say it again," Hunter tucked Omega in his arm and turned her to face you, "Who's that, Omega? Is that Mama?"

"Mah!" Omega said, reaching out both arms to you. You let her grasp your fingers and leaned in closer.

"Hi sweet girl," You laughed softly, your eyes shining.

Omega slapped the palms of her hands against your cheeks, "Mama."

Hunter gave a whoop of joy that startled Omega, and she wriggled in his arms, trying to get down and back to her blocks. Hunter set her back on the blanket and turned to you, beaming brighter than you'd ever seen him.

"That was her first word," He told you.

You turned red, "Well, statistically speaking, that's one of the first sounds most babies can make, so it make sense that they'd repeat it and make the word that we associate with 'mother', but-"

"Oh hush, you sound like Tech," Hunter said. He pulled you to your feet so that you could keep a better eye on Omega as she crawled around on the patio. "She called you 'Mama'. That's huge!"

You still couldn't look at him, though the swelling feeling in your chest could only be described as joy. You'd only known the Batch for a short while, but you loved spending time with them, especially with Hunter and Omega.

"I'm sorry she said Mama first. I know you how much you want her to call you Papa."

"Are you kidding? I'm thrilled that she calls you Mama! It's amazing!" Hunter placed both hands on your waist and spun you up in the air. When you came back down, he pulled you close and pressed his forehead to yours. "Do you know how amazing it is that my kid loves you and trusts you enough to call you Mama? I might be the luckiest man in the galaxy."

You giggled softly, "Well, I'm honored."

Hunter kissed your forehead, "You might want to hold off on telling everyone else, though, I think Cross was banking on her first word being a swear word."

"Heaven forbid," You smirked. You rested your head on Hunter's chest as you both turned to look at Omega

Omega had crawled over to the wall of the yard, using the stones to pull herself up with one hand, holding the block with the letter 'P' in the other. When she saw the two of you looking at her, she grinned, and held out the block to Hunter.

"Pah!"

"That's right, kid, Puh, puh, Papa. C'mon, say 'Papa'." Hunter walked over to her and crouched down, pointing at the letter on the block.

"Puh!" Omega said.

"C'mon, I know you can do it," He insisted.

At that moment, Wrecker made it up the hill to the house, his catch of the day slung across his shoulder.

"Hey y'all! How're we doing?" He asked.

Omega squealed in delight, and pointed her block at Wrecker,

"PAPA!"

Hunter's face fell, and Wrecker was caught by surprise for a moment before he dropped his fish on the ground and ran over to Omega, swinging her up into the air.

"That's our girl!" He laughed, swinging her around in the air.

Hunter tried not to be bitter for Wrecker's sake, but as he folded his arms you could see his shoulders tense. You walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry. She'll call you Papa too soon enough."

[squad-724]

Hi hello.... on my hands and knees begging for some Hunter and Tech or Crosshair and Tech mermaid AU doodles if you have any

I just went through your tumblr, and they have my whole heart!! Your art style is so cute 💕

Have the boys playing as kids <3

[here-comes-the-moose]

Does your brain ever put information together just to hurt you?

Because mine just did.

I was thinking about how much Crosshair values loyalty and how much betrayal hurts him. Then I was thinking about my headcanon that he has awful taste in men and my other headcanons that he feels very deeply and falls for someone super fast and super hard…

Then my brain was like “wow if one of his exes ever cheated on him he was probably DEVASTATED.”

So now I’m sad.

[pidgotto]

Hello, my friends. Welcome to part 1 of TBB but in the Sims because Pidge still hasn't gotten over the fact that the show ended over a month ago and so has decided to play out a silly modern AU where they're in control of the going-ons and shenanigans which ensue!

I hope you enjoy the nonsense and gooey cuteness that I captured during gameplay!

Just a couple of besties being the queens of the playground. (forgive my for not getting Lyana's skintone accurate, the only option I had in my game literally made her look severely sunburnt or like a carrot stick *sobs*)

Batcher literally is the cutiest patootiest baby angel and I will not take any criticism.

[twinsunstars]

*while filming episode 13, the camera rolling on the scene Omega goes over her escape plan with Eva, Jax, Sami, and Baryn* Omega: Look. It’s a layout of the vault. This is where we're sitting right now. *Baryn coos loudly, reaching his doll out to Omega* Omega *staying in character and adding to her lines*: Uh-huh, right. These are the walls. These are the tubes in the walls the droids use to- *Baryn makes noises, making Omega pause* -mm-hmm, transport our samples. *Sami smiles, trying not to break with Baryn in her arms* Omega: I need to get inside- *Baryn interrupts, exclaiming “Yea!”, trying to say “Yes”* *Omega tries to continue, but she smiles, breaking* *Sami allows herself to break after Omega* Omega: *laughing* I’m sorry, he’s so cute!

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

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

[yatzstar]

Secret (Sister) Weapon

Hey all, this is a rarity for me to post an actual piece of writing over here, but I came across @star-farer’s ik’aad AU for The Bad Batch and it was so cute I had an idea I couldn’t resist! Featuring a young Omega at age 4-ish and her group of brotherdads, a gigantic piece of fluff.

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“I’m winning!”

“No you’re not! This isn’t a competition.”

“Yes it is!”

“No, it’s not! This is sparring.”

From her position against Wrecker’s leg, Omega watched the argument between Hunter and Crosshair unfold. Above her, Wrecker sighed. “They’re being silly again.”

Omega tilted her head back to look at him, nodding with a sageness that was amusing on such a small face. “Vewy silly.”

Wrecker shot her a grin before calling out, “Just call it a competition and go already!”

Hunter gave Wrecker a look that earned a giggle from Omega. “Alright, I’m going to win.”

Crosshair smirked, spitting out his toothpick. “Oh yeah? We’ll see…”

A few seconds later, Hunter hit the ground, his face digging into the soft grass as Crosshair pressed down on the arm twisted behind his back.

“Nice try,” Crosshair leered, resisting Hunter’s attempts to free himself. “I win.”

Hunter twisted his head to glare at Crosshair, and in doing so caught the wide, enraptured eyes of the little girl a few feet away. Being pinned in front of her, even if her greatest concern was where her latest scribbles of drawing were going to hang, added an extra layer to the humiliation. Unless…

“Omega!” Hunter’s call grabbed Omega’s attention, her little face beginning to break into a smile with the anticipation of what came next.

“Shut up,” Crosshair hissed, pressing harder on his arm. “Don’t you do it.”

Undeterred, Hunter extended his free arm dramatically, crying out, “Omega, help me!”

Omega was on her feet at once, using Wrecker’s leg as a means to lever herself up as she replied with all the strength a child’s voice could muster: “I’ll save you Hun’er!”

“Cheater.” Crosshair’s accusation was nearly lost beneath a giggling yell as Omega came charging toward them, her limbs flailing in the wild, ungainly manner of children. She stumbled and nearly fell over her own feet, but somehow kept her balance long enough for her to plow into Crosshair’s leg.

Though Crosshair complained about the fairness of it, he was still compelled to play along. The force of Omega’s impact against him was little more than a small nudge, but he flung himself off of Hunter with dramatic flair, flopping onto the grass. He was rewarded with Omega’s delighted laughter at her “victory”.

Hunter rolled onto his back, grabbing Omega and lifting her onto his chest. “I knew I could count on you.”

Omega beamed at him. “Saved you.”

“You did. You’re the strongest of us all.”

Omega turned her attention on her victim, who still lay sprawled in the grass. When Crosshair did not move, a frown of concern appeared on her face, and she slid off of Hunter, crawling over to him. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him with what little strength she had. “…Cwoss?” Her question turned into a surprised shriek as Crosshair moved like a striking snake, snatching her up in a single deft motion.

“You have to remember that sneak attacks are always a possibility.” Crosshair smirked, standing up and taking Omega with him.

Omega fought back, tiny hands pulling at the arm that held her securely. “Le’go’a me!”

“I don’t think so.” Crosshair pulled the little girl in close, all but cuddling her as he ignored the flailing limbs. “You’re too strong to waste on those idiots.”

Omega’s fighting halted with a small, scandalized gasp as she craned her neck to glare at him, her face pinched in a scowl. “Tha’s mean!”

“Yeah, that’s mean,” Hunter agreed with faux hurt, pushing himself to his feet. “You don’t deserve to steal her.”

Crosshair’s lips curled into a devilish grin, jostling Omega just enough to make her squeal. “Just try and stop me.”

Wrecker stood up, catching Hunter’s eye. “Don’t worry, Omega! We’ll save you!”

Omega’s frown turned into a smile, then into outright laughter as a chase began, Crosshair running with her bundled in his arms while Hunter and Wrecker pursued. Initially, Hunter and Wrecker were not trying that hard, but it became clear that Crosshair was fully committed when he put a sizeable amount of distance between them. Then the chase picked up, Hunter and Wrecker sprinting outright to try and catch up with Crosshair, who had always been the best runner among them. Around the Marauder they went, Hunter and Wrecker splitting up to try and flank Crosshair, but he artfully dodged their attempts. Omega laughed all the while, especially when Crosshair “accidentally” tripped Wrecker and almost sent him sprawling, pushing her into breathless hysterics.

“How are you tormenting the poor child now, dare I ask?”

Crosshair slowed slightly as he came around the Marauder’s front, meeting Tech’s vaguely amused gaze from where he stood on the ramp. “Hunter cheated again.”

Tech rolled his eyes, though he cracked a smile. “Ah, yes. There’s no fair way of winning in that situation.”

Hunter came thundering after Crosshair, Wrecker close behind him. “Give her back!”

“Not a chance,” Crosshair hissed with no real malice, hoisting Omega like a sack as he tried to keep distance between himself and his brothers. “You can’t win without her.”

Hunter and Wrecker leapt forward with renewed determination, and Omega fell into another fit of laughter as Crosshair dodged and twisted to keep her away from their grasping hands. This went on for several moments before Tech said, “You should let her breathe. She’s redder than a jellyfruit.”

The brothers finally paused, looking at Omega. Her face had become deeply flushed from laughing, making her blonde curls appear all the paler as she dangled in Crosshair’s arms. When she spotted Tech, she stretched out a small hand, gasping through residual giggles: “Tick, ‘elp meee!”

Crosshair hesitated to release her, but when Tech took a menacing step forward, he gave her up, carefully setting her down. “Alright, alright. I don’t need all three of you on me.”

Omega took one step and immediately stumbled, all the previous motion upending her balance. She almost went face-first into the grass before Tech’s hands appeared to save her.

“What have they done to you, my dear?” Tech asked, brushing stray hairs from her face as he settled her in the crook of his arm.

“Dizzy,” Omega declared, flopping against him.

“I see. It will pass.” Tech turned an unimpressed look on his brothers. “Maybe now you can get some real training done.”

Crosshair scoffed, rolling his shoulders. “Because Hunter can’t cheat anymore. She never saves me.”

“Nuh-uh!” Omega raised her head, looking greatly affronted. “I saved you…” She trailed off, frowning at her own fingers as she tried to come up with the number.

“Three,” Tech whispered in her ear.

“Fwee times!” Omega declared, showing three fingers for emphasis.

“As opposed to Hunter’s ten,” Crosshair muttered, aiming a halfhearted glare Hunter’s way.

“Those numbers seem indicative of who the better combatant is, if nothing else,” Tech said.

Wrecker laughed, and Crosshair smirked as Hunter narrowed his eyes. “Whose side are you on?”

Tech shrugged. “No one’s, but I suppose Crosshair could stand to have a little help next time. What do you think, sweet one?”

Omega nodded earnestly. “I’ll help him, pwomise!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Crosshair said, his tone serious though his eyes betrayed his mirth.

“You’ll have to wait,” Tech murmured as Omega sighed softly, her head dropping against his shoulder again. A nap was not far away. “I believe our secret weapon is running low on energy, but with the removal of such an unbeatable opponent, I think the next sparring round is bound to be more fair.”

“But what if Cwoss needs ‘elp?” Omega mumbled, clearly torn between her duty and her oncoming fatigue.

“I’ll be just fine,” Crosshair said, reaching out to smooth her messy hair and assuage her concern.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Wrecker assured her. “I’ll help him out!”

Hunter turned on him with a frown. “I don’t think so…”

Omega giggled tiredly at the ensuing squabble, and Tech sighed. “They’ll sort it out, maybe. In the meantime, would you like for me to read you a story?”

“Yes, p’ease,” Omega said, her words broken by a yawn.

By the time they made it onto the ship, she was already half-asleep.

[trylynarie]

Tbb if they had omega as a child

Echo: *trying to grocery shop*

Toddler omega: throwing a tantrum because he said no to the second kinder egg and sits in the middle of the freezer section grumpy*

Echo: omega come on

Omega: no!

Echo: omega now! Fine. If I get to three I’m leaving. 1…

Omega: >:(

Echo: two

Omega: :(

Echo: three. Right bye bye *slowly pushed the trolley away*

Omega: o0o MOMMY IM SORRY! *runs at the speed of light to Echo*

Echo: now calm down. Pink egg or blue egg

Omega: … blue

Echo: now go put the pink egg back *watches her as she puts it back and runs back* see it wasn’t that hard was it?

Omega: *knows dam well hunter would have let her have the second egg*

[cubbihue]

Timmy's graduation from Pixies' Academy was a very filled very chaotic day. Peri did his very best to behave! He didn't want to make a fuss on Timmy's big day!!!

But when you get a bunch of green stuff and no soda with your food, that's when you've had enough.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Next]

[robotsandramblings]

i know we joke about Hunter adopting every child he comes across but i also 100% headcanon that he absolutely loves babies and instantly gets baby fever when he sees one

like he will make any and every excuse to hold a baby. the second a parent is indicating they might be tired/need a break, he's there faster than the speed of light, ready to take baby off their hands.

[stars-n-spice]

Rip Crosshair you would've loved Luca (2021)

[wreckerdecker]

Baby Talk

Tech fans… we’re all hurting right now. I decided to help ease the pain: the world NEEDS Tech bonding with baby!Omega. All fluff, no hurt, short and sweet Tech-centric baby AU. 

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“You should stop talking to her like that.”

Wrecker’s mouth clamps shut and he looks over at his brother. In his hands he’s holding Omega, who’s absolutely beaming with joy. He’s crouched on his knees on the floor of the bunk room. Tech stands a few feet away, gazing neutrally at the two of them.

“What’s wrong with the way I talk to ‘er?” 

Gloved fingers tap away at his datapad. “Your baby talk. It holds little to no developmental value to her speech skills.”

It’s silent as Wrecker blinks slowly and looks back at their sister. She gives him a open-mouth, gummy smile in return. He looks back up at Tech.

“Omega is a baby?”

Tech nods. “Correct. But she needs more mental stimulation than baby talk provides. Full-sentences, preferably.”

Wrecker stands-- his knees audibly cracking on the way up-- and Omega coos as he pulls her closer to his chest. He closes the gap between Tech and himself with barely more than a single step. The datapad is ignored as he shoves the baby into Tech’s arms. Wrecker laughs when it clatters to the floor in favor of Omega.

“Alright, then. You love talking, so you do it!” He leans down and gives Omega a kiss on the forehead, then gives Tech’s shoulder a gentle (well, gentle for Wrecker) punch on the arm. “I’ll be outside. Have fun!”

Tech and Omega look at one another awkwardly once he exits the ship. 

Oh, dear.

“Okay, Omega. I’m sitting you down now.”

It’s a half-hour later. After being forced to take a small detour that involved a warm bottle of formula, Tech decided to work on the cockpit passenger seat and the horrific grinding squeak it had recently developed. He’d warned his brothers to stop dropping into it so roughly all the time. Had they listened? Clearly not. But what else is new.

Meanwhile, Omega sits curiously in the other chair. Tech had swiveled it so she was facing him, fully able to watch what he’s doing. 

“I’m going to fix this chair,” Tech says out loud. “And hopefully give you some speech lessons as I go.”

So far, Omega has little to say about the matter. She eyes the toys Tech had placed in front of her-- as interesting as chair repair is, he knows better than to expect her to pay full attention. She grabs the closest one and starts chewing on it. 

“I’m looking for an appropriate tool,” Tech says as he roots through his toolbox. As much as he enjoys organization, it is a community toolbox, and there’d sooner be peace to the galaxy than successfully convincing his brothers to put stuff back where it belongs. “I need to remove the outer base cover to investigate the squeaking.”

As expected, he gets no response. He continues on, narrating his way through the process, only occasionally glancing up to make sure the baby wasn’t in danger of falling from the chair. He’s applying an oil spray to the offending spring joint when he hears a soft thud. It’s not heavy enough to be Omega, so he takes his time in turning his head over to investigate. 

On the floor is one of Omega’s toys. It’s a limp-bodied doll, painted to represent reg clone armor. One of Omega’s favorites. She’s gazing down sadly at it.

“You dropped your doll.”

She looks up at him and for a split second he swears she gives him a ‘no shit’ look she had to have learned from Hunter. But it’s quickly replaced with distress. 

Tech expedites his repair and quickly throws the base back on the chair and has it secure with a few twists of his wrench. He sits up, wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, and grabs the toy off the floor. 

“Here you are,” he says politely as he hands it back to his sister. Her wide grin makes him smile. “This is when people would usually say thank you. It’s a signal of gratitude, and often considered polite.”

She proceeds to shove the left arm of the doll in her mouth. 

“Since you’re currently incapable of speaking, I’ll give you a pass for now.” He winks at her. He decides not to think about the contaminants running rampant on the cockpit floor, and how many she probably just introduced to her system. She’s got to build her immune system somehow, after all.  

He sits down on the newly repaired seat. It creaks a little, but the grinding squeak is no longer. He nods in satisfaction. 

“I’ve enjoyed having you here with me, Omega. You’ll make a fine repair assistant some day.”

He means it, too. Though she’s currently busy drooling all over the doll, he can see a spark of intuitiveness and wit within her every time she’s introduced to something new. The way she reacts to stimuli implies a deeper intelligence than one might expect. She’s going to be a sharp child soon, and he can’t wait to be there for it. 

“Are you having fun?” He asks amusedly. He leans forward and grabs her other toy-- a hollow round ball filled with beads-- and shakes it a little. She finds this hilarious, and waves her little arms with joy. He touches the orb to the top of her tiny foot, then to the other. 

“These are your feet,” he says, smiling, watching her watch the ball. “Shin, knee, thigh.” He boops each corresponding body part as he says them, the toy rattling as he goes. “Stomach, chest, arm.” 

Omega shrieks in delight. Tech can’t help but laugh with her. 

“And this is your nose.” He puts the ball gently up to her face, rattling it against her little button nose. “You use it to smell.”

He puts the ball down on the seat in front of her. He expects her delight to follow it, but when his hand unblocks her face, he realizes she’s gazing-- in all her unbridled joy-- up at him. His mouth twitches with an unidentified emotion. 

“And... and you are my younger sister,” he finds himself saying, pointing at her. He turns the finger to himself. “I’m your older brother.”

Though she’s squirming with joy, he can tell she’s listening. Her eyes follow him, and he hopes she can understand. 

“You’re my little sister, and I am your big brother. And I love you very much.”

Her eyes sparkle. Something in his chest twists in the best way. He lowers himself out of his seat and onto his knees, so he’s closer to eye level. He rests his hands on either side of her chair as if protecting her. She gazes intently at him.

“You are 216 days old. Your first tooth is coming in any day now. You live here on the Marauder with Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and myself. You can’t talk yet but I suspect you will very soon. Everything about you is incredible.”

He says it steadily and confidently, because everything he’s saying he knows to be a fact. There’s a small beat of silence, but it’s quickly filled with Omega’s gentle whining. She reaches her arms out to him-- he can’t imagine a single galaxy where he wouldn’t hold her here and now. He holds her tightly and starts rocking side to side. She nuzzles against his collar. 

Tech, like the rest of his brothers, is a natural solider. He’s familiar with the rare cracks and splits of the endless wall that is war. In those grooves you could find rest, maybe even some sparse and patchy solace. 

But this... this is peace. And it’s a new, beautiful feeling. 

[vulnonapix1234]

I finally finished her!

So, I really, really like Omega.

She is adorable and I wanted to try to imagine her as an adult.

The armor could be better, but I tried to match it to the armor of her big brother's squad.

I do like the haircut that I gave her. It's practical and suits her.

I imagine a scene of her getting annoyed by her hair and cutting it with a knife. Cue Crosshair having to fix her hairstyle whilst the rest of their brothers are dramatic over the cut hair.

Not that they are mad at her, cause it's her choice.

They just mourn their Brother/Sister/hair-braiding time.

This could also be seen as a step to adulthood for her.

She got the scar on her face when she saved her brothers from some imperial agents, who wanted them for their special traits.

She was 17 and went berserk after her brothers tried to protect her, pushing her into an escape pot and denying her the chance to fight with her family.

Even if she doesn't seem like it, she is still the clone of Jango Fett.

She spent her childhood with Nala Se, serving and learning under a really cold and calculating Alien, before becoming part of the bad batch, being raised and loved by her big brothers.

Even if she wasn't as advanced as her brothers, Omega actually had time to learn how to fight.

She was a warrior, a cold and calculating beast out for hunt.

So yeah. Those separatist had no chance.

As for her place in the story:

Omega is proud of being a clone and doesn't hide it.

She made it her main goal to safe and liberate as many of her brothers as possible.

Even if she didn't have a relationship with them, they where still siblings and she wasn't going to let them wither away as slaves of their own minds.

This also brings us to Boba, whom she has a complicated relationship with.

It's on sight, but they still help each other if need.

Boba sees her as his only sibling. The clones were never more than livestock to him, so he couldn't understand why she chose them over him.

He also can't understand why she won't go the way of a mandalorian. Why she denies her real place in the world.

So yeah. Their relationship is complicated.

Another complicated relationship is the one she has to the ghost crew.

If the universe was different, she'd probably be with Caleb and Hera. But as things are, Kanan is distrusting of her and she takes on the role of cool wine aunt.

Especially Sabine (who is the only mandalorian that she enjoys spending time with) is doing well under their training.

Her "bad batch" is doing well, even if they grew too old too fast. It worries her a lot.