#clone wars bounty hunters

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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part four

Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it

Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.

Word Count: 4.5k

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The mind was buzzing as if every bee in the hive had woken up and started fluttering around in your head knocking into each other violently. Were the cuffs an act or did he genuinely thing you'd run, so many thoughts crashed into one another as he held the restraints occasionally opening the bounty holo to stare at it. He shoved you into the ship towards holding, you frowned. Todo came zipping to you laughing saying how theirs only one member allowed on the ship and it wasn't you. Bane used his metal gauntlet and set the droid squealing back, "Gehet the blankets." Todo came back a few minutes later with them folded and placed them on top of the trunk before getting told to get lost. Attempting to walk yourself into the holding cage, Bane grabbed your restraints and pulled you back to him quickly switching them from behind you to in front of you. He yanked down the collar of your shirt and pulled suit looking at your neck and faintest trace of him there. The treacherous thought of coasting his fingers across them, nonchalantly but quickly putting the collar back up.

"I believe there is a rule against fucking your bounties," you said coldly trying to walk out of his grasp but failed again.

"Jus' cause I'm turnin ya in doesn' mean I can' enjoy ya. I finish whata start."

As much as you just wanted to head butt him in the face for being a prick, annoyingly your curious mind won. What is Bane like when he isn't full of Durosian hormones? The little question gnawed at you until your mouth mustered a response, "Fine," it was still enough to get under his skin.

"F'ine?" He snaps, "Dat's it? F'ine? Ya seemed to really like't las' night."

"No idea what you're talking about," you purposely poked him again.

Bane whirled you around with a glare, "Ya mean' that walk outta da room an' forget," his pride minimally feeling hit. He was very aware of how much you enjoyed every second of it even napping like unsuspecting prey with an predator waiting above. Bane remembered how much you enjoyed his bites even if your soft silky skin wasn't designed for it, even offering yourself to him. He couldn't help but bare his fangs at the thoughts. Anger leached itself to him every inch of him tingled.

"Has the great Cad Bane finally taken a fancy to one of his fucks?" You snapped, "Yes I have been very interested in you not often does a fellow bounty hunter pick up a book or is insanely attractive. I've dealt with your jealousy without lashing back, karking hell you didn't like the intimacy why are you so bothered by me 'forgetting.' You were extremely blunt earlier saying we are not an item so who the hell do you think you are getting mad at me when I have been nothing but tolerant your bantha shit? Then this?" You paused to shake your wrist before pointing at your neck, "You could have found me so it wouldn't have mattered," you threw your hands up in annoyance.

He yanked your wrist towards him unlocking them then sent the restraints hurdling towards the wall, squinting at the light purple bruises on your wrist not being able to determine if they were from last night or how tight the cuffs were. Turning his gaze to you finding the equally enraged expression. He took a step forward noticing you didn't budge, another step and another step until you were toe to toe, "Yeh or Nah, lil lady." He tried to keep his breathing steady but his mechanical respirator betrayed that. Bane's mind screamed at him to continue last night, to touch you and consume your warmth but for as rough as he was as man he could be a gentleman... time to time.

I probably could kill him, right here, right now but he did just remove the pathetic cuffs. Is that an apology? Infuriated you quickly grabbed his duster collar pulling him to your mouth with a forcible bite against his thin blue lip before smoothing it with a kiss. Bane yanked your pants down letting them fall to your ankles, you stepped on them and kicked them to the side. Smoothly he grabbed one of the vibro blades cutting away the shirt and body suit ripping them down as he went before tossing the knife towards the discarded pants. Making it easy you brought your legs up and peeled them down for him, he put his boot on them and gently shoved you back without removing himself from your lips.

A couple of paces, Bane had you back against the cool wall. He worked off his holster belt of his dearest LL-30's tossing it onto the cot moving his hands to his pants letting them fall without bothering to take them off before he unsheathed himself. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and pulled it up to his hip wrapping his arm under. You got the message jumping a little to bring your other leg around his waist locking your ankles together. His hands pressed into your ass raising you enough to spear you with his aching cock.

You moaned into his mouth sliding into him as your tongues danced together like snakes constantly coiling and striking each other. Not so gently he nipped the end of your tongue as you pulled it back into your mouth. You put your head back against the metal of the wall feeling yourself slide down his need. Finding his eyes already latched onto yours, his gaze matching the sharpness of his fangs. You tense mildly under his expression and see a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Bane grabs your wrist with each hands pinning it above you with all of his weight letting out a deep guttural growl that you can feel through his cock and where your hips rested on his. The thrusting became primal, rough and all things sinful as you whimper at the roughness of him stretching you again. Each ridge of him feeling fuller and more defined.

"Bane-" then his face is on your neck sniffing before he bites just enough to puncture holding back due to your pathetic human fragility, aggravated further as his hat falls off whooshing back. Each time he entered you making you moan a little louder until your throat began to ache. As carnally and possessive as he is fucking you he doesn't want to cum not yet nor letting you come until your screaming only his name then does he take both of your wrist in one hand bringing his thumb to circle the swollen pinnacle that he continues to tease with his thrust until you start to tremble.

"Dis is wha' yappin so much gets ya," he grunts as he picks up the the pace with his thumb. His hand tightens around your wrist as you try to pull them down as you writhe against the wall. He enjoys watching the faces you make and how your back arches towards him. Bane doesn't ease up as you cum, forcing you to clench around him as he chases his high listening to every soaking sound of you taking him and strained sound as your vocal cords start giving out. Quickly Bane brought his teeth back to the side of your neck depositing his scent and his seed in you. He pulls you off the wall continuing to fuck it into you until he reaches the cot dropping you on it and pulling you off from around him smirking as his a few drops of cum dripped from his tip landing on your thighs simultaneously enjoying how indecent you looked with fucked wild hair, a faded hazy expression and dripping him, "Goo' luck try ta forget' dat dis time," he grumbled tucking himself back in and pilling his pants back up. Bane grabbed the blanks by the corners and laying them on you but this time not bothering to tuck you in or lay down instead putting his belt and holster back on, "Nah like ya can leave da ship anyway," he said looking down at the pile of cloths before strutting up to make sure neither of you couldn't use the escape pod by ejecting it space because no matter what he did he knew you were smart enough to fix it. Jabba can jus' add it to da reward, he thought. Snarling when Todo approached him, "Wha'."

"Mr. Bane, she is currently a score.. that score is laying under your blankets. Isn't this bounty to personal?"

"I' take any bounty for da right price," he retorted, "Jabba gonna have to pay da personal price," he said walking away from the droid towards the pilot chair to make the call and deal.

"Mr. Bane, I do not think-"

"Fuckin' can it. I ain't in da mood Todo," he hissed continuing his walk alone flicking another tooth pick into his mouth strutting with hands on his hips trying to sort out his... feeling.

You laid in the bed your head reeling from experience, your throat scratchy caused by being fucked silent by Cad Bane. Is that what one would call hate fucking? I should get cleaned up and figured a way out of this mess, just... so comfy. You were almost asleep when Todo came in with a bacta forcing you back into consciousness.

"You must mend your neck, you are very valuable to Mr. Bane alive to get his reward. You do have a hefty price tag. I would hate to have to try to revive you."

"It's just a surface wound, I'll be fine," you sneered at the little droid, "how much?" you asked curiously, taking the tube knowing he wasn't going to give up.

"Original bounty price plus price of a new escape pod plus price of the bounty you two were beginning and plus what Mr. Bane calls a personal price."

"Better be close to a million," you scoffed.

"It is exactly."

"Hope he enjoys it. Leave." You sat up and rubbed the Bacta in your neck hoping the alone time would help cooling off your temper. As insufferable as the man was he was the best fuck of your life and the most interesting man, the way he talked, how he composed himself, the crimson of his eyes to the ocean tint of his skin, how his breathing worked, why was he maddeningly possessive, everything was so.. interesting. You pulled back the blankets quickly darting to the refresher as some slid down your thigh. After freshening up you left the blankets laying out unscathed as you palmed a blade, it was odd he didn't think twice about locking them up. You took a quick shower before picking a new outfit to be delivered to the Hutts too for whatever reason.

"Little birdy tells me you might need some assistance," you looked over reading the message from Hondo.

"Depends on what the Hutt's want, regardless I'll need a drink after."

"Or two," he replied.

You laughed, "Maybe three if I have to make it someone's bad day, wait for me?"

"The alcohol is already waiting along with a new book, lovely planet."

You put the pad in your belt wondering who told him because for that price he wouldn't. Staring at your bunk then down in Bane's bunk you had the unnerving sensation to lay in his. You're lip twitched reaching up you grabbed your book and disappeared back to the holding cell where everything reminded untouched. You wiped up what little got on the cot reluctantly putting the blankets back in the trunk before crawling under the thin excuse for a blanket propping your self up against the wall. The door opened, you ignored the cowboy standing there with his hand on his hips glaring at you instead turning the page of your book. Hearing the click of his boots move towards you with the mechanical breathing grow slightly more labored you finally looked up, "How I am suppose to read during this darling of a conversation?" you said sarcastically.

"Whatcha doin in here?"

"I didn't want to be in the bunk room so I came back here to get some reading done."

"Woman, you aint-"

"Aren’t what? A bounty. A prisoner? I am however. To quote you, Can it," you said fluttering your lashes at him with a smile, "and really ejecting your escape pod? At least Jabba's compensating you for it and more," you motioned towards the door while your face kept an even expression your heart was palpitating at the gunman, "Now if you don't mind."

"Dis is ma ship," he squinted.

"That it is, Mr. Bane," you retorted flatly pulling your attention back to the book before his hand snapped it shut, "Maybe you need a book on manners not the linguistics of your mother tongue," he tossed the Durese book at the wall at the comment, "Am I correct on assuming that we are either close to Tatooine or are you just being an ass?" you said pulling back the blanket and retrieving the book.

"Why ya readin it?" his draw was a little longer then usual.

"When I conclude whatever busy I have with Jabba, I think Hondo would like a vacation," you quipped poking yourself with the fiery daggers in his eyes.

"Wat did I say-"

"Techincally I am here as one of your most expensive scores instead of a colleague, I don't think that applies currently."

You felt the cool touch of his hand on your throat, "s'op makin dis personal, jus' business."

"Jabba is paying you, oh what did you call it? A personal price. I'm not taking it personally, if I did one of us would be dead right now," you pointed out, "however I am rather curious what the Hutts want with me, my curiosity seems to overwrite what it's my best interest. Anyway I am going to go take a heat soak," you said grabbing his wrist and bringing your foot back to the wall using it to propel yourself forward shoving him back.

He stumbled a bit but his grip didn't falter, "Gonna cook ya self, Jabba wan's you a'live."

"I do know how to turn down a thermostat, I am not a child. As long as you shut it you can join me."

Bane's lip twitched but his hand let go falling after you to the heat room watching you turn it down and on. He decided to sit across from you, watching you relax into the heat keeping his hat tipped forward enough not to fall off but still be able to see your outstretched legs. Weird mammalian woman. He took off his coat and rested it next to him deciding to enjoy the heat wishing he could enjoy it with you. Drat, woman's makin me soft. Dis is a goo' thin Jabba wants 'er, he tried convincing himself gnawing through his toothpick until it fell broken in two into his lap.

You laid down on your back enjoying the landscape art, Even if I said that just to taunt him maybe I should take a trip there. Bane can't be the only hot smart man in the galaxy plus finding a couple actual books in the language would help, "Don' even think 'bout it," you heard him mumble like he knew what you were thinking.

"Pray tell, what do you think I am thinking about Mr. Bane?" You chuckled.

"Takin' Hondo."

"I said that to gauge your reaction, if I'm going to there it will be for my own curiosity. Alone."

"An' no findin' anotha-"

"What if I do? Hopefully he'd be less insufferable then you. I doubt I could find a better fuck but at least a more tolerable personality," you realized your mistake hearing his foot steps seeing him standing over you, "Wha-" he flipped you over on your stomach pulling you up onto your knees thankfully you had elected for pants which he pulled down though you wondered if they ripped with how hard he yanked them.

He quickly undid himself snd snapped his hips into your squishy rear, forcing a surprised moan out of you as he collided into your depths. After a couple quick thrust his arm shot out pulling your back to his chest biting the back of your neck a little harder then he previously had, tongue flicking around the wound and you faintly felt something gooey seeping into the wound, "He know he eh dead man walkin," he growled dropping you back into your hands with a thud ignoring that his belt was even leaving marks across your plump butt he kept thrusting until both of you were on the edge when he abruptly pulled out yanking you pants up and tucking himself away chuckling as he grabbed another toothpick.

You felt the wave starting to fade, you sat back on your heels bringing your fingers to the wound finding a slight green tight, "Bane... did you just farking scent mark me like a piece of breeding property?" You screamed at him.

"I warne' ya 'bout messin with dis Duros, playin' with fira," he said smugly, "da scent ya make, is ma alone." Bane rarely experienced the green eyed monster but it was shaking him to his core not wanting anyone to experience your beauty and brains.

You saw the timer fall to zero. Getting up silently and strode out of the room slightly not trusting the twitch in your fingers not to toss a blade at his head. You barely knew the man, he was intoxicating to be around even just listening to voice was enough for the fumes to start but the man was an absolute menace. You took yourself into the fresher gripping the counter slightly rocking yourself trying to get a hold of the thoughts that were going to light speed through your head but two things were immediately clear; first there was no amount of washing that would get it out and second that you looked forward to wiping that smug expression off his face.

You wiped up the dried blood but rejected the bacta leaving the tender wounds opened much to the droids complaint. Todo informed you that you be arriving soon, swallowing the rage the best you could you changed into something that showed off the wounds letting them be on full display. You grabbed the bags using them as a seat near the ramp as you waited to land. If Bane wanted to be a fire, you were going to be a blaze unlike Sith's hell had ever seen. Fingers drummed mindlessly as revengeful thoughts consumed you, some making a smile twinge other's as wicked as the gleam in your eye.

Todo met you at the ramp insisting that you wait for Mr. Bane, you swatted away the droids tossing your bags at the guards waiting telling them to carry your books and clothes. Heard Bane's boots behind you closing the distance, you heard his grumble about the wounds. Ignoring him you continued your path into the palace making sure to do a spin taking in every one in the room seeing Hondo and a few of his closes acquaintances. You saw the indistinguishable flash of anger in his face before it faded back into an neutrality.

Doing your usual little bow for him, "Great Jabba, I hear you were looking for me?" you asked eyeing the Hutt.

You heard Jabba speak but you both know you didn't need the droid allowing it to translate for the benefit of the others in the room, "The Great Jabba ask where have you been?"

"I took... a vacation, a break from work to clear my head. Is my assistance needed? Perhaps a tutor for your grub?"

"Powerful Jabba needs to you hide a box where no one will ever find it and inquires about the wounds."

You smiled happy your trap worked, "Dearest Jabba, are you sure there isn't anything more prolonged you require of me," you took a sideways profile take of Bane's glare before returning your eyes back to Jabba, "even you most powerful Hutt seem to treat your acquaintances with more dignity and kindness," if Bane's glare could shoot, you'd be riddled with holes.

"Powerful Jabba says you are dismissed Bane the funds have been transferred," the droid said pointing towards the door.

"Pleasura doin' business with ya," he said tipping his hat before leaving.

You made a show of sneering at his back relaxing your shoulders as the door closed behind him, "Thank you," you said with another small bow.  The questioning expression on Jabba's face confirmed he wasn't the one who was eavesdropping on the coms but did show him silently questioning the gun slinger.

"Jabba ask how will you dispose of the box."

"To hide it from anyone not even you can know. However I will require a ship-"

Almost on que Hondo offered you his, eyes fixated on the wound, "Jabba says he must have someone check it over but it is acceptable."

"Your neck," Hondo hissed.

"He is surprisingly... possessive."

"Has the Cad Bane taken an interest in someone?" he said loud enough to draw people's eyes to the wounds.

"Unfortunately," you retorted, "It's one those simple ships right?" You asked quietly.

"Pshh a child could pilot it blindfolded."

"You're the best, Hondo."

"I know," he smiled, "So, why did he do it?"

"That is a story for when I get back and after to many drinks. Until then," you said noticing the approaching guards escorting you and the box to the ship. Your fingers traced the cold controls Hondo was right it was a simple ship but still more advanced then you'd care for. Managing to get it off the ground and space bound you found Bane still in orbit stilling in his view port watching, you smiled passing him as you made the jump to the best place to hide anything even beyond the Jedi's reach.

Drat dat woman, he thought watching you take off. Makin a mess an' show of me. He groaned kicking up his legs onto the dash crossing them, bringing a his fingers to his toothpick twisting it. Bane wasn't a man for feelings, he was a man of basics needs, hunting, fucking, credits and sleeping. It wasn't often he took a woman during his cycle but there had never been any lingering feelings afterwards but you had taken root inside his frozen heart making it ever so slightly thaw. The touch of your silky skin against his or how you had zero fear or reservation with your tone around him infuriated him but made him just want to kiss you until you shut it. He felt the primitive urge started to resurface as ran his tongue around him mouth still tasting you feeling himself swell. Drat. His lip twitched as he looked down at the planet knowing where the competition was, his blood boiling for a demonstration of his superiority as a partner. The toothpick broke and he tossed it.

"Mr. Bane, what is it?" Todo asked looking from his minor leg repair from being swatted at like a fly.

"Fin' ma all da info on 'er you can an' I do mean all. I wanna know what I got maself mix' up in," venom laced his words.

"Mr. Bane... Have you actually decided on a mate?" Todo inquired, "I mean you are not getting younger, dealing with your brooding is not pleasant nor your distracted-"

"Kriffin can it," he growled, "thin' life pick' for me," he muttered. He sat there waiting for the ship to return reading what Todo could find, rapidly scanning each hologram before moving onto the next. Each piece confirming how alike both of you were, smart, cunning, survivors and at time ruthless. Bane fingers drummed against his pistol the cowboy in him yelling to go handle the competition like a man while the Durosian in him conflicted wanting to win fairly out of pride. He looked at the little hologram light start blinking finding Hondo on the other side.

"Wha ya want?" He asked answering the call.

"Pshh I don't need anything from you" He said defensive, "I was actually going to ask if you needed something from me," he said smirking, "pertaining to one lovely woman."

" 'posed I did, wha' woul' it be?" he asked putting in a fresh toothpick.

"This book is something she's been looking for," Hondo said holding the old novel, "I don't know what she sees in you Mr. Bane, however the lengths she is going to knock you down a couple pegs shows you actually managed to get under that skin of hers. As... old friends, I thought it would cover one of my favors."

"I reckon' it woul' wha ya ge' outta of it?"

"We'll found out, meet me at the cantina outside the palace," Hondo switched off the call, what do I get? A chance if you mess this up. He laughed tucking the book back into his coat getting up paying the tab before heading out to the cantina to wait, "You boys watch discreetly, Bane is a wild fellow."

Bane strolled into the Cantina finding Hondo waiting the bar drinking water for a change, "Suppose ya know why long she'll be gone?" he asked swinging into the seat next to him.

Hondo pulled how his pad and asked, "A couple more hours. She's taking in the sights," rolling his eyes, "Always so curious."

"To curious for 'er own good."

"You have no idea," Hondo said howling, "Good luck. You've had woman from here to Coruscant, what is different about that one?" Hondo quietly poked recording the conversations to send you.

"Neva met a smarta woman."

"That's it?" Hondo said arching an eyebrow.

"I ain't gehetting soft."

"Fine, fine. The bite?" He scolded.

"She want' to use ma hea' room."

"Interesting, she prefers ice" Hondo replied.

You listened to the conversation, although it didn't yield the answers you were looking for it was as close enough but still far enough to make him work for it. Hondo met you in the distance saying Bane was still waiting in orbit.

"He'll find out later rather than sooner," you laughed, "I think I’m going back on vacation until he figures it out," whether you meant his feelings if such a man was capable of them or where you were was up for interpretation.

[renif]

one must simply appreciate a man, who has such great fashion sense

[sixtysixproblems]

i want to see Fox have the most chaotic ass relationship with some feral investigative journalists. and it somehow turns into a fix it fic. like this somehow leads to Palpatine getting taken down. how funny would that be.

like. journalists are fucking insane man (i mean this as a compliment), and insane in a way I think fanon Fox would 100% get along with. Like, what Palpatine didn't realize when creating a clone army to kill the jedi, is those clones might be very enthusiastic whistleblowers.

Fox stresses out the journalists by how much he's willing to divulge despite the potential consequences (or, yk, actual consequences cause it's palps), and the journalists stress out Fox bc they're catching up to Padme in number of assassination attempts. meanwhile--

Thorn: how many hours of sleep did you get last night

Journalist: i got like 30 minutes at my desk

Fox: omg twinsies

Thorn: nO

thorn's just. stressed.

[means1974]

Captain Rex by @5healthMONO

[cakbanedraws]

HONK!!

Original Pic:

[archivewriter1ont]

Bountyhunter: Everyone stopped shooting...I’m going to check it out.

Echo: (handcuffed to a chair) I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

Bountyhunter: Why?

Echo: I’m pretty sure there’s a mean, scary monster on the other side of that door.

Bountyhunter: *scoff* Whatever. *opens door*

Hunter: *charges in snarling, knives drawn*

Bountyhunter: *screams*

Echo: Told you. ☺️

Part Two of "Echo Gets Kidnapped" | Part One

[deepbluespace4]

I wanted to practice his form without worrying about the results and just enjoying the process, so here are some workout sketches. For how casual a piece it was planned to be, it sat for far too long in the folder with me mulling over it from time to time. I have to improve on this somehow.

[nchlsdmn]

Hello there! Earlier this year, the full plot of the Cad Bane/Boba Fett Clone Wars arc from Season 6 was revealed.

I was able to document the plot in case it ever got removed. Now, after months of research and editing, I present to you the full 4 episodes of the Bounty Hunters arc from the unfinished Star Wars The Clone Wars season.

[redbean-nom]

my cody theory for tbb s3

the legendary "boba fett" is actually like twenty different clones (including the real Boba). anyone at risk of being recognized (usually officers/arcs) can go into bounty hunting as "boba fett". it soon becomes the clone equivalent of like john doe. they share a bounty guild account (bc it uses biometric id and they're close enough to register as the same person).

"boba fett" soon develops a reputation for getting missions done 1) incredibly well and 2) incredibly fast. the fast part is because there are at least eight people all doing different bounties at any given time. the well part is because "boba fett" is an informal collective of escaped clones of particular distinction in battle.

by the time the real Boba is an adult, the "boba fett" clones have built up his bounty hunter credit score so much that he can pretty much take whatever job he wants for max rates.

[clonesimpextra]

Rex fandom in shambles right now BECAUSE 🤤 LOOK AT THAT SLUTTY KNEE

[popurilla]

If THIS gets fewer likes than line art, I'll be sad... This is usually the case.

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

Bounty: Claimed

Cad Bane is not a Duros you want on your tail...

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[sudden-stops-kill]

the bad batch

[stealthetrees]

Commander Fox does not consider himself a “kid person”. Unfortunately, kids consider him to be the greatest person in the universe.

Coruscant has plenty of orphaned and homeless children without someone to take care of them. You’d think it would be hard to gain their trust, but apparently all it took was punching a kidnapper and offering a ration bar. After the incident that Fox will never not downplay he finds himself followed by small figures lingering in the shadows.

It takes less than a day for Fox to cave and bring them home.

Normally, a single man with no parenting experience (not counting his brothers) would have trouble taking care of nine young children of various species. He would have, but Thorn caught him trying to sneak the kids inside.

The Coruscant Guard quickly grew in size, as they now had several more “logistics officers” that never seemed to be present during inspections or surprise visits. The kids were loved and adored by everyone they met. Once Fox brought the first few home he rarely went longer than a week without adopting a stray.

Parenting children was harder than it looked, and mistakes were made but they learned from those mistakes. Many parenting books were scrounged from second hand bookstores. The kids offered a glimpse into a world completely foreign to clones, and they quickly learned how different their upbringing was to the rest of the galaxy. This sparked the idea to adopt their younger siblings, because of corse they deserved to be happy too. It didn’t take much convincing for Fox to agree.

The hard part was figuring out how to steal children from Kamino.

[yoitsjay]

Tracker

Pairings: Hunter x Fem! Reader

Summary: you and hunter had a one night stand, and he left you with a child because of it. You never told him, but when you went back to bounty work you ran into each other, and eventually you told him... how will he react?

Warnings: Canon violence, fluff

Word count: 3,265

You had no idea how long you had actually worked for Cid in the past, you weren't contracted but she did give you some exhilarating and high paying jobs. during the clone wars the senate actually gave you most of your bounties, and you would consider yourself a republic bounty hunter, though you held no allegiance to them and that also made you dangerous. But at the end of the clone wars, maybe a month or so later you had to drop from existence on a little backwater planet called Pabu. It was a nice little place, and it was your permanent home, until you had to leave for jobs again… but the only reason you disappeared was because you were pregnant from a one night stand. The other party had no idea, and even if you could reach out, you wouldn't. He didn't need to know, but you remember him vividly.

Tall, tanned And muscular. He had a hard body tattoo resembling a skull, and the skeleton as it traveled down his body. He wore a red bandana, and kriff knows he never took it off… unless it was to tie your hands behind your back but regardless that was one time, the first and the last… and then he left you with a child, the bastard.

So it had been a full 6 months since you had your child, and with all the support you had on pabu you were able to go back to work, knowing your child was safe.

So, you stood in front of Cids parlor, your helmet fastened to your head, having donned your classic armor previously. Nobody knew this but you had Mandalorian lineage, so certain pieces of armor were made if beskar But were formed and painted in a way to make it look nothing like beskar.

Regardless, you were back, and your looks alone sparked fear into those who walked past you. Your mask was not necessarily a helmet, because the back of your hair which was put into a long braid that draped over your shoulder could be seen. But you had two metal bands that were fastened to each side of your temple, and upper cheek, which was strongly magnetized to the mask, which had a voice mod to hide your voice, and was also connected to a small oxygen tank that was clipped to your small backpack, and attached to that was your long ranged rifle, and vibrosword.

You had two blasters in each holster that was strapped to both your thighs, and a few throwing knives were also attached to one other holster, whilst you had a few knives tucked in your boot, or in a hidden holster under your armor plating, and even in your braided hair.

Your armor itself was painted a deep blue with black accents and very faded and worn gold lines in the dips and crevices of your armor, however the thicker Long sleeved undershirt you wore underneath was a dirty cream color, and your pants were a deep brown.

You patted yourself down quickly, nodding to yourself when you recounted everything you had before walking into Cids parlor.

The Bad batch, that is to say Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and omega since Echo was off with Rex, and Crosshair was working for the Empire, were sitting At their usual table, wrecker and omega chowing down on some Mantel mix. Hunter was the first to notice Joe silent the bar suddenly got, but Texh and the others were not to far behind as their attention went to a stranger who walked in, a bounty hunter by the looks of it. To Hunter though, there was a sense and smell of familiarity, and he furrowed his eyebrows watching you walk to Cids office, the door automatics closing behind you. Hunter turned to look at Tech, who also had furrowed eyebrows.

“Why does that Bounty hunter seem so familiar to us?” He asked, typing on his data pad, searching for any info on this bounty hunter. Hunger shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Not sure…” He trailed off, staring at the door for a few seconds until Tech grabbed his attention by showing him the data pad. “It is Y/n L/n, AKA Cicatrix, she was a very famous bounty hunter for the republic during th-”

“-I know Tech, We've worked with her before, before the empire…” He trailed off, memories resurfacing in his mind, memories he pushed down because he got too attached.

In the meantime, you were talking with Cid, your helmet was off, and now attached to your left hip were similar magnets were sewn into your clothing to hold your mask, and you were getting the best pick of the bounties and jobs… until Cid spoke up.

“Yeah one thing Trixie-”

“-Its Cicatrix” You interrupted, and Cid cleared her throat. “Right, one thing, in order to do this big jobs your going to have to work with a few other people, a group I like to work with… The Bad Batch.” She explained, and you narrowed your eyes, gripping the fobs in your right hand. “The bad batch huh?” You sneered at Cid, before grabbing the fobs. “Fine.” You muttered, fastening your mask to your face once more, and Cid led you out of the office, and towards the bad batch.

Your eyes scanned over each of them, some familiar, most of them were except for one… however when your eyes landed on that man… the one with the half skull tattoo on his face, you wanted to turn and run… However, you stayed put as Cid started speaking some nonsense that you couldn't really bother to listen to, because even through your mask he seemed to know where your eyes were, and he wouldn't let your stare go… that was until you felt someone tug at your shirt.

You quickly looked down, seeing the small blonde child smiling up at you. “Hi! I'm Omega, and these are my brothers, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker! We've read all about you- well at least I have on Kamino, But your so cool! I read one story about you where you and a Jedi were on a mission and you got separated! And a Rancor came out of nowhere and you wrestled it till you killed it- and-” omega was quickly cut off as Hunter rested a hand on her shoulder. “Omega..” he muttered softly, silently telling her to calm down

You chuckled, thinking back to your own child on Pabu before you knelt down in front of her, and took your mask off, clipping it to your thigh once more. You smiled at omega, and pointed to a big scar on your face. “I didn't get out unscathed that's for sure, the rancor gave me a big scar, And I had to get a new eye, luckily for me I had the credits and the connections so now I have a cybernetic Eye, and I can scan my surroundings for infrared signatures, like other people or animals when it's dark out. It's pretty cool.” You explained, winking at her as your cybernetic right eye flashed blue before settling to your eye colour again. Omega squealed in excitement, turning to her brother, Hunter.

You stood up, glancing at him as he stared at you, before standing up. “We can work together, just like old times.” He muttered the last bit, but you heard him clearly, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I'll leave my ship here, and come with you on yours. You stated, resting your hands on your hips as you took a step back, nodding to Cid. “You owe me a solo.” You stated, before walking to the parlor doors. “Let's get a move on, we only have so much time.” You stated, walking outside as the batch gathered their things.

Once all outside, you started walking with them, omega mainly at your side, asking you questions about your old stories, and your weapons… however as you answered, you noticed the crossbow on her back, and it piqued your interest. “Is that an energy bow?” You asked, and she smiled and nodded. “Yeah it is! Though I'm still learning how to use it.” She huffed, and a soft chuckle left your lips. “Well I could teach you? In my youth I was quite the bow slinger myself.” You stated proudly, seeing how her eyes lit up. She immediately turned to Hunter, who was walking behind you.

“Can She teach me after the mission? Please?” She asked her brother, who stopped walking when she did. You stopped as well, turning to look at him with your arms crossed over your armored chest, a smug look over your face. Hunter gave you a look which you weren't quite sure what it meant, before he looked at omega and sighed. “Fine. I suppose some training can be useful.” He stated, and she cheered before running to the Marauder, grabbing your hand and dragging you with her so she could show you around. You laughed with her, the same hearty laugh that Hunter heard all those months ago…

He sighed, and entered the ship, closing the ramp behind him before making his way to his seat in the cockpit where Tech already was.

Tech glanced over at Hunter, but stared right at his data pad while he spoke. “You should talk to her, statistics show that being honest yields better results then not saying anything at all.” He stated, adjusting his goggles. Hunter grunted in response, glancing back at you and omega as she showed you around. “Maybe…” He trailed off, his eyes trailing down your figure. You were muscular, and fit unlike most women he had been with, however you were a bit softer then the last time he was with you… like something had changed you…

Eventually omega brought you to the cockpit just as you were taking off, and you quickly handed the main tracking fob to Hunter, your clothed finger tips brushing against each other as you handed off the fob. A spark shot through your spine, And you quickly cleared your throat and placed your hand on the back of the chair instead of by your side. “Its on a pretty heavy imperialized planet, so we have to be cautious when retrieving the goods. I did some more research and found a map of one of the facilities it's in… though I do have an idea on how we could stealth this, instead of going in guns blazing.” You suggested, staring at Tech as they both looked at you.

“There are rounds of patrols, two or three troopers at a time. And they circle around this mountain pass-” you explain while pulling out a holo map, pointing your finger at the red dot that indicates the patrol, and then the mountain

“If we land around here, a small group, most likely Hunter or Tech and myself can take out the patrol and switch out our armor for theirs. We put our gear in this little alcove in the mountain, and whoever is left behind can come pick it up so it's safe. Anyway, we complete the “patrol” and get back to the facility, getting in like we were one of them. I can use my tools to get into the control room, where we knock out the guards and then take the data, and get out the same way we got in when the next patrol is about to leave, we tail them, take em out and go.” You explained thoroughly, and Tech hummed at the plan.

“That is… one of the best plans I've ever heard. Hunter? What do you think?” Tech asked, and you glanced over at Hunter, noticing that he was staring at you already, a very small smile curled on his lips. “Very good, I'll go with Cicatrix then Tech and omega can pick up our armor and get back to the ship and be on standby in case anything goes wrong.” He stated, and gestured For you to sit down as they were about to drop pit of hyperspace. You did, sitting down behind Tech and across from Hunter.

Soon enough you were docked at the area you pointed out, it was a secluded little landing area, hidden by the mountain, but it gave you easy access to the patrol route. So once landed, you and Hunter headed out Towards the patrol, staying closer to the mountain side and in the shadows, so you weren't seen. You and Hunter rounded the corner just as a patrol did, and before you could even think of what to do, Hunter pushed you into what seemed to be a larger alcove, but one that could hide you both. However it was a tight space, and you were pressed up against each other… at least the armor made it so you couldn't feel his warmth, except from the hands that now found purchase on your lower ribs. And you could feel that warmth radiating from him. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, not looking at him, and instead watching the patrol of two as it walked by. And once they were out of sight you nodded. “Okay let's go” you whispered, and Hunter quickly tore his hands away, and left the alcove, and you followed after, sneaking up behind the troopers before taking them out. You stripped from your armor before donning the troopers armor, making sure your armor was in a neat little stack before placing it in the alcove you were just in. And finally you placed the helmet on your head, but not before tucking your braid up, as if not to give your gender away.

You turned back to Hunter, and he was already done with his outfit change. He nodded to you, and you both made the trek back to the facility. You had completely missed the warmth in his eyes when he had shoved you in the alcove, the contemplation on his face as he was torn between forgetting what he felt, and actually telling you what he wanted to say. You never saw it, and he never knew when he'd actually tell you, and now he wondered if he'd even see you again after this mission was over…

Regardless you arrived at the facility and got in unnoticed. This place seemed less guarded then what you would have expected, and you raised your guard, just in case. Hunter took the lead from then on, leading you to the control room where he stood look out as you started splicing the control panel by the door to open it up. You were going quickly as you could, and you managed to open the door within seconds.

You and hunter walked in, and you closed the door behind you before taking out the guards and workers stationed in this room, leaving it empty and easier to work with.

You quickly sat down at one of the terminals, feeling Hunters presence behind you as you slid a data stick into the computer port, hacking into the network that the imperials used with ease since it was the same Tech used by the republic, and you hacked into the republic networks a lot. Just for security…

Regardless you downloaded the info and pulled it out of the port, standing up and turning to Hunter, tucking the data stick into his belt. you walked to the door, poking your head out to see if it was clear, and you nodded to Hunter, walking out side by side, passing another patrol group, pretending you just got back from your patrol. The plan was working, and you couldn't stop the grin growing underneath the helmet you wore.

This might have been the smoothest mission you've ever been on-

“Hey! Patrolman! wait up.” A voice commanded, and you and Hunter froze before turning around, one of the clone commandos standing in front of you. “You finished your patrol quickly, and you didn't input your report.” He stated, and you sucked In a deep breath, looking at hunter. He quickly spoke up. “Right, apologies sir, we will do that right away.” He stated, saluting, you quickly copied his movements, and the clone commando seemed to buy it before leaving.

A sigh left your lips, and you nudged hunter playfully before the both of you left the facility, acting like the next patrol. And as quickly as you got in, you got out, halfway down the patrol route as the alarms started going off "they found my handy work, about time” You huffed, taking your helmet off and tossing it down the canyon before doing the same with the rest of the white armor you wore, however hunter just tossed his into the same alcove that your armor was in prior, though it had long been grabbed by Tech and Omega.

Before hunter could say anything, you both had reached the marauder, climbing on board where your beautiful armor was waiting. And quickly you strapped it all on again, feeling comfortable with the added weight. Tech then started up the ship, and off you flew, with the info that you needed, though it was encrypted, but that's what Tech was for.

You and Hunter didn't really speak after that, but the atmosphere around you both wasn't… uncomfortable. Just silent. You were back on Ord Mantell in no time, and you cashed in the info and got your cut. You still had a few other fobs, but they weren't as time crunching… and maybe you didn't have to work alone…

Hunter seemed to think the same as he walked up to you at the bar, sitting beside you, silent for a moment before he spoke up, right when you did as well

“I missed you-”

You both said at once and chuckles fell from your lips as you turned to look at him. You sighed, and stared down for a moment before pulling Put a hold puck, sliding it to hunter.

He turned it on, and saw a small child, six months old with thick brown hair already growing from his head, and the same hazel eyes that he had. He looked like hunter, but as a baby of course.

The man turned to look at you, and you sighed. “one year and three months ago we slept together. Apparently my implant had expired the day we had sex and… well… he happened. And to be honest he was the best thing that ever happened to me…” you trailed off, staring at the hologram. “Hunter, I'm so-”

“I'm a father?” He asked, cutting you off. You finally looked at him, noticing the tears welling in his eyes. You nodded, reaching out for his hand, squeezing gently. “Would you like to meet Tracker?” You asked, smiling gently. “You'll be shocked to know that boy has your talents… I hide his toys sometimes, and he tracks my trail to where I put them, I don't know what he sees or feels but- compared to a regular child hes- he's got your senses.” You explained, and Hunter finally looked up at you, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into him, his lips landing right on yours. You were tense for a moment, but quickly relaxed onto him as you reciprocated that kiss.

You pulled away, a chuckle leaving your lips. “I'll take that as a yes.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his as he held your hands in his own.

“Yes”

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