#crosshair is awesome

[fanfictasia]

Whumpuary Prompt 2

Bruises 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Leap of Faith

“You’re injured,” Crosshair states finally after several minutes of absolute silence.

When she turns towards him, he’s looking at her, or rather, his helmet is turned in her direction. “Yes,” she confirms, though he already knew that.

“You should put bacta on them,” he tells her, standing, “Can’t send you back injured.”

Despite his brusque tone, Omega is starting to suspect that’s his way of showing that he cares, but even if it’s not, she can’t say no to getting treated. She aches all over, and her injuries are throbbing much worse now that she no longer has to worry about getting caught, not to mention how exhausted she is. Standing, she limps after him to the main hold, sitting in a seat and watching as he pulls out a medpac.

“Do you need help?” Crosshair asks, and she blinks in surprise at the question. In truth, she hadn’t even thought about it.

“Probably,” she admits, lightly pressing a hand to her side. “I can get most of it though.”

He pulls off his helmet, setting on a nearby chair and walking over to her, dropping to one knee. “Let me see it.”

Wincing as she moves, Omega reveals the deep blue-purple bruise on her side. Crosshair’s eyes are icy, but he doesn’t say anything as he takes off his gloves, reaching for the bacta in the medpac. With far more gentleness than she thought him capable of, given his disposition, he rubs the bacta into her skin, over the injury. “Nothing is broken,” he assures, not looking at her. “What happened?”

“I got hit by a stunrod the second time I tried to escape,” she admits. Which was only a couple days before her last, successful, attempt.

“Hm.”

She can’t decide if he sounds impressed or disbelieving. Or neither. They don’t talk as he helps her apply bacta and bandages to the rest of her injuries.

“Rest,” he says when they’re done. “I’ll tell you when we arrive.”

[coralsnake]

You miss him?

[fanfictasia]

I adored this so much!!! :D:D:D I love bounty hunter Crosshair. ^-^

Odd bird

(Inspired by this post because bounty hunter Crosshair has been living rent free in my head for more than a year and I need the fics)

Slipshod groaned and leaned back against the rock at his back, giving up all hope of getting back to his feet anytime soon. The blaster wound in his side turned out to be a bigger nuisance than he initially thought and he cursed the damn natborns that’d been tasked with chasing them down.

Their aim was absolute Bantha shit. Yet that somehow made it worse when you were looking for a quick death rather than bleeding out in a rocky desert with a mouthful of sand and a headache of a wound to make it painful.

As far as desertion went, they could have handled it better. He was sure Trap and Duster had made it though he didn’t dare hold out hope for the three shinies…

Some things were better left unknown, he decided.

He coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and turned to glare at the figure looming over him like some persistent service droid.

“Where is the base you escaped from,” the figure drawled, monotone, and he bared his teeth in a snarl at the shiny black bucket.

“Why would I tell you?” He spat out another glob of blood and watched as the bounty hunter didn’t even twitch, staying rooted the ground where he at least provided some shade from the setting sun.

One last accidental mercy for the dying trooper. As the silence stretched on, Slipshod put on a grin and tried his best to look down his nose at the man even though he was the one sitting on the ground.

“You’re the one they call Vulture, aren’t you?” he sneered. “So what’s the deal here? You’re here to pick up stragglers? Circling the Empire to trade their scraps back to them for small change?”

As before, the hunter didn’t respond and Slipshod was left squirming on the ground in his pain.

He was getting tired of looking at the man’s faceless bucket. It was a shiny black color, much like the rest of the guy’s leather ensemble, and there was this eerie avian quality to it when one looked past the droid-like features.

The guy was good at branding, Slipshod would give him that.

His eyes roamed over the tall frame and the occasional odd armor piece, and he frowned to himself as he considered it.

Any other day, Slipshod would have been able to take him. The guy was scrawny, practically a scarecrow, though Slipshod knew the thing to watch out for were the two A-180s tucked in twin holsters at his waist.

“Where is the base,” Vulture interrupted his thoughts again, voice raspy as all hell even through the vocoder.

Someone was definitely a smoker…

His tone was flat and Slipshod couldn’t suppress a shudder, still venturing to wonder why this maniac thought he would give him directions to his own prison.

Although… if he would cooperate and somehow reach the base alive he may get another chance to escape. Another chance to live. It stung, to be so desperate, especially in the face of someone so callous but Slipshod hadn’t spent his life cooped up on Kamino and then on this desolate rock only to be put down like a dog at the end of it.

Maybe if he gave this kriffer what he wanted he wouldn’t be presented to the Empire with a blaster bolt hole though his skull.

He sucked on his teeth, trying to suppress a scowl.

“It’s two klicks from here, northwest through the canyon. You can’t miss a building that ugly.”

The jab at the end was obligatory and he didn’t feel any regret when it made him cough up more blood, causing his bones to rattle and the damned wound to flare up. He gave it some time to subside, though he expected for Vulture to move or shoot him any moment now, now that he had the directions he was asking for.

Instead what happened was him nearly jumping out of his skin when a medpac landed in his lap and Vulture’s skinny legs disappeared from view as he marched back to the speeder parked not too far behind. Slipshod stared at the pac, blinking at it like an idiot.

Then the sound of an engine reached his ears and he watched the hunter speed off into the canyon, the only signs of him ever being there being some boot prints and a cloud of dust.

He almost thought the whole thing was a joke but when the medpac didn’t explode and the echo of the speeder engines grew fainter, he tentatively picked it up and began daubing the bacta inside over his wounds.

A quarter of an hour later he was bandaged up and he’d managed to get to his feet, feeling well enough to attempt the trek to the nearest city where Duster and Trap were supposed to be laying low.

The bounty hunter hadn’t crossed his mind throughout it all but then an explosion reached his ears and he looked up to see a plume of smoke rising into the air, suspiciously close to where he remembered his base being.

Limping on his way to the city, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of part the man had played in whatever fate had befallen the base.

“A karking odd bird…” he muttered to himself and laughed at his own joke, shaking his head.

He only regretted Duster wasn’t there to roll his eyes at him.

Part of him asked himself if it was even worth telling his batch mates what had happened though he supposed being saved by the infamous bounty hunter sounded more plausible than him running back to the base and blowing it up in a blaze of glory.

Knowing them, they would give him shit for his story either way.

(Yes, bounty hunter Crosshair uses A-180 blasters because they can apparently be reconfigured into a sniper rifle and that's so Crosshair not to mention cool as heck. The choice isn't set in stone but I quite like it for now.)

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

any of those star wars dudebros that wouldn’t stop complaining about how “annoying” or “weak” omega was in season one are NOT ALLOWED to enjoy her now that she’s a lil badass.

[jammedknife]

I absolutely adored the finale, but I really wish we could've seen older versions of Wrecker, Crosshair, and even Echo or Emerie!

[robotsandramblings]

so i was trying to look up 'biological' advantages to being a shorter man, ie. centre of gravity and whatnot,, but people kept listing the more 'social' benefits

and one of the most popular responses i saw was how shorter men are way less intimidating [to women] than really tall men

i also saw some responses about how, good or bad, shorter men typically draw less attention to themselves (because the taller ones stand out more)

and like....................

could THIS really be why Hunter got his face tattoo???? (and maybe why he openly wears his knife like he does??)

i mean, like... OG Clone Force 99. Hunter on a squad with Tech, Crosshair, and Wrecker. every single one of them is at least a FULL HEAD taller than Hunter. plus Wrecker is jacked af. All of them are intimidating and attention-drawing just by their physical size without even needing to say or do anything.

did Hunter feel like he wasn't intimidating enough?? did he get sick of the teasing and mockery of his height (from outside and inside the squad) and wanted to look more tough, more badass?? was he jealous how everyone's eyes looked to his squadmates and not him?? did he feel totally invisible when he was with them and wished he'd be noticed more??

[cuddles-with-dragons]

where the fuck is my impulse control

Yeah, Avengers AU.

Don't care what you say, I tried to make it work.

Including edited quotes from Avengers and Age of Ultron

I replaced Hulk with the Zillo Beast.

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Dave Filoni: Superheroes in New York? Give me a break.

Echo: We won.

Hunter: All right, yay! Hurray. Good job, guys. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I want to try it.

Wrecker: We're not finished yet.

Hunter: And then shawarma after.

Echo: Is he breathing?

Tech, in lizard form: *roars in his face*

Hunter: What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me.

Hunter: Tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you. *a giant Chitauri is following him*

Omega: I don't see how that's a party.

Echo: Tech. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.

Tech: That's my secret, Echo. I'm always angry.

Omega: Just like Budapest all over again.

Crosshair: You and I remember Budapest very differently.

Hunter, to Scorch: Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it.

Crosshair: Why am I back? How did you get him out?

Omega: Cognitive recalibration. I hit you really hard on the head.

Crosshair: Thanks.

Crosshair: Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?

Omega: You know that I do.

Mace Windu: There was an idea, Hunter knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Cody died still believing in that idea. In heroes.

Echo: Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?

Hunter: Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

Mace Windu: I don't know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I would like to know how Scorch used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.

Wrecker: Monkeys? I don't get it.

Echo: I do! I understood that reference!

Hunter: It’s good to meet you, Tech. Your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous Godzilla lizard.

Tech: Thanks.

Hunter: The only major component he still needs is a power source of high-energy density. Something to kick-start the Cube.

Ahsoka: When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?

Hunter: Last night.

Hunter: Raise the mizzenmast. Jib the topsails. *points to Anakin* That man is playing Galaga. He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did. *covers one of his eyes* How does Windu even see these?

Ahsoka: He turns.

Hunter: Sounds exhausting.

Wrecker: Don't talk like that. Scorch is beyond reason, but he's from Asgard. And he's my brother.

Omega: He killed 80 people in two days.

Wrecker: He’s adopted.

Echo: Is this a submarine?

Tech: Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurised, metal container? *walks to the side of the deck* No, no, this is much worse.

Cody: We need you to come in.

Omega: Are you kidding? I'm working.

Cody: This takes precedence.

Omega: I'm in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything.

Bad guy: I don't... give everything.

Omega: Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.

Cody: Omega... Crosshair's been compromised.

Omega: Let me put you on hold.

Hunter: Shit!

Echo: Language!

*Some chatter and fighting later…*

Hunter: Wait a second. No one else is gonna deal with the fact that Echo just said “Language”?

Echo: I know. Just slipped out.

*Some more chatter and fighting later…*

Wrecker: Find the spear-thingy.

Hunter: And for gosh sake, watch your language!

Echo: That’s not going away any time soon.

Omega: Wrecker, report on the Zillo.

Wrecker: The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims.*Omega gives him a look* But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and gout.

Echo: The two Enhanced?

Ahsoka: Leia and Luke Skywalker. Twins. Orphaned at 10 when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special, but it's on the way to everywhere special.

Echo: Their abilities?

Ahsoka: He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation.

Echo: *confused*

Ahsoka: He's fast and she's weird.

Ahsoka: Lab's all set up, boss.

Hunter: *points to Echo* Actually, he's the boss. I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler.

Tech: How's he doing?

Hunter: Unfortunately, he's still Crosshair.

Tech: That's terrible.

Hunter: Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?

Wrecker: Yes, of course.

Hunter: I will be reinstituting prima nocta. *tries to lift the hammer* I'll be right back.

Hunter: *Tries again with the Iron Man glove, nothing. Makes Rex take his glove too and they both try to lift it.*

Rex: Are you even pulling?

Hunter: Are you on my team?

Rex: Just represent. Pull.

Hunter: All right, let’s go.

*Echo tries next*

Hunter: Come on, Echo.

Echo: *makes it move a tiny bit*

Wrecker, nervously laughing: Nothing.

Echo: Sorry for barging in on you.

Hunter: Yeah, we would've called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.

Luke, in a police station: We’re under attack! Clear the city! Now! *No one’s doing anything, comes back with a gun and fires in the air* Get off your asses.

Crosshair, to Leia: Hey, look at me. It’s your fault, it’s everyone’s fault. Who cares? Are you up for this? Are you? Look, I just need to know. Because the city is flying. Okay. Look, the city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense.

Luke: Keep up, old man! *takes Leia and runs off*

Crosshair: Nobody would know. Nobody. “The last I saw him, an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already.”

Crosshair: All right, we're all clear here.

Echo: We are not clear! We are very not clear!

Luke: This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Echo: This is what S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposed to be.

Luke: This isn't so bad.

Luke: *Shoves Crosshair and a kid behind cover and gets shot multiple times in the leg* You didn't see that coming?

[alien-enjoyer]

sometimes a family is an 11 year old girl, her dog, and 4 full grown men that are genetically identical to her and also her younger brothers

[dragonrider9905]

Cid really got rid of Hunter and Echo on purpose. At first I was like, yay! Quality bro time! It hit me a second later.

Oh no. The kids are unsupervised. Mom and Dad are gone.

They’re going to get into trouble aren’t they.

Let’s face it. If Hunter and Echo were in this episode their parent instinct would have flared up and it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did. Just imagine them getting home and they say YOU DID WHAT. Collectively.

[minnierevercez]

The Bad Batch headcanon

So I wrote a silly little paragraph on Wrecker and Crosshair competing for clanker killings record in my WIP, and now I truly believe that during the Clone Wars, the two of them did indeed keep count of every droid they hit with a Legolas/Gimli kind of dynamic

And when he was in sniper mode Crosshair would spot Wrecker's targets and shoot them down before Wrecker could hit them and that made Wrecker lose his shit so bad

Actually there's that one time when Crosshair took down a tank by himself and landed in front of a disgruntled Wrecker who told him it still counted as one (Yes that's the Oliphant scene from Lord of the Rings sue me)

[fanfictasia]

Fluffbruary Day 23

Snack

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Doomsday

“Wrecker,” Crosshair calls, and Omega looks up from the datapad she was looking up as she leans against Gonky. He’s entering the hold from the cockpit and tosses what must be a ration bar at his brother before passing one to Omega.

“Ah, finally!” he exclaims, grabbing it and cramming it down in two bites. “Hit me again?”

“Rations are low,” Crosshair replies shortly, snapping the container closed and moving to take it elsewhere. “Stop being voracious.”

“What does that mean?”

“You wouldn’t be so hungry if you hadn’t thrown your tray at that reg on Kamino.”

Omega turns her ration bar over in her hand. Her brothers have faster metabolism than her, because of their age, and Wrecker has always needed to eat more than the others. She can wait. “You can have mine,” she offers, holding it out to him.

Wrecker brightens and snatches it. Crosshair shakes his head and disappears from the room to the side-storage room. He returns with another ration bar, anyway, and breaks it in half, tossing one half to Omega. “Eat,” he tells her, sitting in one of the chairs in the room to eat the other half.

“Isn’t it yours?” she objects hesitantly.

“Hm. Not anymore.”

“But…”

“It’s fine, kid.” She’s still hesitant, but he’s probably not hungry. He’s hurting, in more ways than one, and it’s natural to have a very low appetite when you’re in pain. She smiles up at him instead, looking back to her datapad.

[madauntie]

Every night I say I'm going to go to sleep at a reasonable time but here I am still awake at half 2 in the morning knee deep in Bad Batch fanfiction. FanFic writers, I love you. You are filling the Bad Batch shaped hole in my heart!

[fanfictasia]

This would be amazing. <3

thinking about a scenario where the batch and Crosshair escape the Empire's clutches but instead of joining them Crosshair vanishes without a trace

a few months later a masked bounty hunter who calls himself Vulture starts making a name for himself in the outer rim. rumor has it he mainly goes after the most cutthroat bounties but occasionally an imperial officer turns up dead under very familiar circumstances

[illustratingari]

One does not just watch one episode of The Bad Batch. One must watch 6…which is what I did today 😍

[sailforvalinor]

Oh boy oh boy do I have FEELINGS about this

[cuddles-with-dragons]

I have a Wild West AU.

For all of Star Wars.

It started with a piano version of Cantina Band. It sounds like something you'd hear in a saloon.

That branches out into this.

Han Solo, a smuggler who's infamous for being uncatchable. His partner is a mountain man who's known by the name "Chewbacca".

And this.

Din Djarin, known to most as "Mando", is a lone Mandalorian bounty hunter. Not much is known about the secretive tribe that calls themselves Mandalorians, and most never remove their bandana.

Finally, I drew some members of the Batch. And their horses.

Omega is just a kid, but for some reason the new tycoon is obsessed with capturing her. Bounty hunters are on the lookout. She's brave though, and fights extremely well -for a woman.

"Crosshair" never gives out his real name, and he's always tried to hide his past as a freedom fighter. This cold, snarky, bounty hunter does have a soft side, though he doesn't show it often.

Thunder belongs to a freedom fighter that goes by "Hunter". He's a rather mischievous horse, and will often try and steal snacks.

Mercury was named after her coat, by small-town librarian "Tech". She's patient and is good with children.

Dynamite loves her owner, a ex-miner who calls himself "Wrecker", and she's incredibly tolerant of loud noises and doesn't spook easily.

Blitz is fast and dangerous, just like his owner Crosshair. He isn't scared by much and will often swat people with his tail.

Rattlesnake belongs to a former soldier who goes by "Echo". This horse is incredibly grumpy and doesn't tolerate much.

Desert Rose originally belonged to Echo, but got stolen by Omega and eventually became her horse. She's quiet and calm, and absolutely loves attention.

This is all the art I have so far, hope you like it!

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