#crosshair is the best change my mind

[underestimated-shadow]

I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

I had to fall

To lose it all

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

“In The End” by LINKIN PARK

[havoc-7]

I wasn’t a die-hard Tech Lives believer (more of a “I HOPE Tech Lives” believer) but the end of the show has me grieving hard all over again, so here’s my little ode to Tech based on things I’ve noticed about him from rewatching the show:

Tech LOVES his brothers, and he genuinely misses Crosshair. When he has his heart to heart with Omega in the ipsium cavern, the way that he mentions Crosshair—even though that wasn’t even really what they were discussing—shows how often Crosshair is on his mind, so much so that he can’t really talk about people leaving and changing without bringing him up. When they get the Plan 88 from Crosshair, Tech is vocal and insistent about doing whatever they can to bring Crosshair back—because “he is still our brother.”

Tech is incredibly moral. Not that he’s any more moral than I think generally TBB is, but he’s not afraid to speak up when he sees something that he disagrees with fundamentally. “The systematic termination of the Jedi is a big one for me.” “There’s a fundamental different between taking fire in battle and being used for target practice.” Even in just the first episode, we see how firm his opinions are, based on what he believes: that people are people, that HIS BROTHERS are people, that they deserve better, that there is such a thing as right and wrong.

Tech may be practical, but that doesn’t make him any less crazy than his brothers—in fact, I would argue he is one of the more unhinged members of the bad batch. His plans and ideas see everything factually, factoring in risk not as an emotional factor but as a numerical one. He knows their skills, and what they are capable of, and he pushes them to those capabilities, even if the resulting strategy is absolutely insane. The best part is, as insane as he may be, his brothers trust him, because, as Tech himself said, he is seldom wrong.

Tech has a beautiful sense of wonder and awe for the world around him. How many times do we see him go wide-eyed as he encounters something that absolutely fascinates him—even if that thing is a Zillo beast that just ate an entire Imperial crew.

Tech is INSANE. Not unhinged, like I said earlier, but skill-wise, ability-wise, he is an absolute powerhouse. I will forever be grateful to the writers of TBB who gave us a techy, intelligent character who is not your average scrawny computer guy that we get in action movies. You have to have a lot of guts to be the guy in your squad who turns your back on the fight to bend over a computer and hack into a file or break an encryption or alter the programming—already a delicate operation, but with the added risk of getting shot with your back turned. He frickin wields double blasters so that he can shoot more clankers more efficiently (if that’s not practical Tech, I don’t know what is). He DOESN’T WEAR LEG ARMOR SO THAT HE CAN CARRY HIS TOOLS WITH HIM INTO THE FIELD. In “Faster,” we see his hand inching towards his blaster, ready to defend and protect the second it’s necessary—and you know he would’ve beaten anyone to the draw. He fought a group of Imperial troopers!!! With a broken leg!!!!!

Tech was amazing, and I hate that he’s dead, that we never got to see him grow old, that he never saw Crosshair again. But WHAT A LIFE HE LIVED.

[stardust-kenobi]

Nerves

Crosshair x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soft and slightly ooc Crosshair (not much though, I think he really is a softy)

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You'd been helping Crosshair work on his aim after his traumatic experience being held captive by the Empire. After not much progress, you get into a heated discussion when he tries to give up, which turns even more heated after he admits his feelings for you.

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“Try it again” You paced behind his stoic stance, doing your best to encourage him without showing any sign of your very present empathy. The slow-setting Pabu sun would still provide you both with another hour of visibility. The amber glow warmed your skin, which was a welcomed change of environment from being cramped on the ship for days on end. 

“Why?” Crosshair growled, fueled by the burning rage built up by his defeat. The tremble in his fingertips broke your heart, but you could see that he’d made progress from the exercises. It was slow, sure, but there were definitely improvements. T

“Because I said so. You won’t make any progress if you don’t keep trying” You emphasized, doing your best not to express your impatience with his pessimism. 

“It’s useless, Y/N” He lowered his blaster from his shaking hand and let it fall from his grasp before lowering himself to sit on the rock beneath him. You sighed, but this time your breath didn’t hold any frustration, only disappointment in his self-defeat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d been through, and you still didn’t know the extent of the torture he’d endured. Months had passed since he and Omega escaped. Omega had worked with him a few times, mostly with meditation, but you were better skilled with blasters and aim. 

Crosshair held his head low, focusing his vision on the sand beneath his sore feet. You joined him without another word, sitting next to him on the rocks that scattered the shore. There were no words to comfort him in this moment, so you opted out of a conversation this time. The breeze from the ocean enveloped your frame, almost as if pushing you closer to Crosshair. 

The seconds passed. Then minutes. All the while you soaked in each other’s company, for good or for bad. He was growing annoyed with you lately, despite being one of his closest friends, all because you were insistent upon helping to heal his trauma from his captivity with the Empire. 

As the moments passed, Crosshair never tried to leave his spot next to you. He didn’t push you away this time. This, you decided, was an achievement. 

The half-hidden sun drifted slowly below the horizon, replaced then by a casting a blue-toned light from the rising moon. It was peaceful, sitting together, communicating without saying a word. 

“I’ll probably head back soon. We’ll try again tomorrow” You spoke gently when breaking the silence.

“I’m done” Crosshair spoke softly, his tone was firm and assured. 

“Cross-” You sighed.

“I said I’m done” He reiterated, interrupting your plea. 

“You’re just going to give up?” You scoffed. 

“Seems so” He shrugged. 

You crossed your arms to your chest and stood in front of him now, staring at him in disappointment.

“You can stand there all night if you’d like. I’m not changing my mind” He muttered, finally looking up to meet your gaze. 

You pondered your next breath, but ultimately fell short on your words. With a subtle nod in his direction, you began walking away from your peaceful corner on the beach. 

“I’m sorry for what they did to you, Crosshair. But you can’t punish yourself forever” You spoke calmly as the distance between you grew. 

“What did you say?” He sneered, turning his body toward you, still sitting on the rock. 

You froze in your tracks. You’d struck a nerve. Good. 

“You heard me”

He slowly stood up and turned to you, “You think it’s my fault that I’m not improving?”

“You are improving, Crosshair. But, you’re giving up too easily”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I care about you, Crosshair. Believe it or not, I do. I know you’re not used to that but…you’re going to have to get used to it because I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not giving up on you”

His eyes grew subtly sorrowful as he stared into you, absorbing your words slowly. His head drifted from your gaze over to the open water that was now glistening in the moonlight.

“It's..my nerves” He said shamefully.

“Okay…” You tried to understand what he meant. Maybe you’d been pushing him too hard “Would it help if we took a break for a few d-”

“You. You make me…nervous” He admitted with a loud sigh trailing the end of his words like he had to force himself to say it. 

As you pondered what he’d just said, your heart fluttered with unexpected excitement. 

“What? How do I make you nervous?” You breathed out with what was almost a chuckle. 

“Forget it” he scoffed, picking up his blaster and turning back toward the island, passing you in the process. You grab his arm to stop him. He doesn’t resist even though your gentle touch should not have stopped him in his tracks, but it did tonight. 

“No. Tell me what you mean.” You demanded. 

Crosshair contemplated it for a second before yanking his arm from your grasp, “You really want to know? Fine”.

He looked toward the island as if to check and make sure you were alone. 

“I can’t…I can’t think around you. I can’t focus” He lowered his head,”I’ve tried to ignore how I feel around you, but it’s been just as useless as you training me”

For the first time in a long time, you were speechless. Crosshair was not a man of many words, nor was he one to express his feelings.

“Crosshair-” You tried to answer but he was uninterested in your counter argument. What he didn’t know was that there was no counter argument to be had. 

“Don’t. Just don’t” He groaned.

“I love you” You hurriedly responded spitting it out like it was stuck on your tongue. You laid  it all out plainly and simply. You loved him. You had for months. 

Crosshair’s expression held a look of pure disbelief that quickly transformed to warmth and content.

Your longing gaze pierced through his tough exterior. Something ignited within you as a tension pulled you into him, leaving hardly any room between the two of you

“I…” You whispered softly, but lost yourself in his eyes.

Without another breath, Crosshair curled his finger beneath your chin, pulling your lips up to meet his.

Nothing this electrifying had ever grazed your skin before. His lips pressed passionately against yours as if he’d waited years to do this. You leaned into him, resting your hands on his shoulders as your mouths became intertwined so rhythmically. 

Every fantasy you’d ever had of a moment like this that had always been shoved to the back of your mind came flooding back. Never did you think he’d feel the same way, but everything about his lips on yours just felt right. His finger beneath your chin trembled, and you were unsure how much it was from the overwhelming nerves of kissing you or the already present shake in his hands. You wrapped your hand around his, intertwining your fingers to calm him. The kiss was deep and raw, devouring each other as the motions intensified. A warmth spread through your body while your heart nearly lept from your chest. 

Slowly and hesitantly, you pulled away from the kiss to look up into his uncertain gaze. 

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that” He whispered, and a smile crept upon his face. Something rare and welcome that you never saw too often with him. 

“Me too” You smiled back, holding his hands in yours.

You wasted no more time before pulling him for another kiss. It was heavy and breathless. Your hands wandered from his to the firm muscles on his chest. Crosshair let his hands wander, too, until they hovered gently above your breasts. 

“Touch me” You breathed in between the motions of your lips. 

Your permission was all he needed. His hands explored your body like he was lost in the dark. Like he was starving for you. The boulders on this corner area of the beach kept you hidden in your own oasis, with very little concern of being discovered. Your fingertips found the hem of his black shirt, and tugged at it gently. 

“Here?” He pondered. 

“Why not?” You smirked. He nodded and helped you remove his shirt, revealing his battle scars and perfectly carved muscle. You admired it, trailing your hands down his abdomen. 

Conveniently, you had a blanket in your satchel that you brought with you. Crosshair rushed over to lay it out. He then took your hand in his and guided you to it.

“Lay down,” He instructed. As you did so, he hovered above you, his lips exploring your exposed neck and chest just above the neckline of your dress. You whimpered softly, unable to contain yourself even with the slightest of his touch.

His nervous touch was endearing as he traced up your thigh, searching for your most sensitive area. You shuffled your hips a bit, encouraging him to keep going 

“Are you sure?” He asked, his brows furrowed. It was a look of longing, concern, and desperation all in one. Crosshair needed you, but wouldn’t dare touch you like this without assurance. 

“Yes,” You breathed. 

He pulled your panties down, and you lifted your hips to help him remove them completely. 

He returned his fingers to your aching heat and discovered your arousal for him, which earned a small whimper from his lips. Crosshair knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. He’d surely thought about it enough in his head while he sat alone in his quarters, pumping himself to the fantasy of having you in his grasp like this. But, he was letting his nerves get the better of him now, and felt weary about how he’d perform for you. 

“Cross, please” You begged with a tone of reassurance. His hand rested on your thigh, just beneath where you craved his touch.

You felt his hand tremble subtly against your skin.

“Hey,” You started, pulling his attention to you, “it's just me and you” 

He nodded and kissed you hard, letting himself dive into you again, and found his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. He rubbed your clit in delicate circles and you bucked your hips up into his touch. He found a perfect rhythm and responded to your body’s signals as he felt them. 

“Maker…You’re so wet for me” He muttered in total awe of the effect he’d had on you. Looking down to your exposed cunt as the bottom of your dress now rested against your abdomen. Suddenly his middle finger found its way to your entrance and slid inside, pumping slowly and pushing you to the edge while his thumb kept working at your clit. 

Crosshair was propped on his side next to you, and instinctively ground his hips against your body, overcome with his desire to feel friction. He added another finger inside and fucked you as you rolled your hips into his hand. Each thrust of his curled digits grazed your most sensitive spot against your walls. A tingling sensation bundled and tightened in your lower belly, pushing you closer to your climax. 

“Don’t stop” You begged, and he listened.

“Come for me, darling” He instructed, which sent chills down your body. Hearing him say something so arousing was unfamiliar but absolutely intoxicating. 

With his lips at your neck and his fingers working eagerly inside of you, your release was so close now. Your senses were deliciously overwhelmed. 

“Crosshair” You cried his name before rolling your eyes into the back of your head, seeing stars, overwhelmed with the pleasure that flowed through your body as your orgasm overcame you. Your hips rolled up into his body still hovered above you and your back arched in response to the sensational feeling radiating through you. Your fingers dug into his arm but he never slowed his pace. Crosshair was absolutely infatuated with watching you fall apart for him. You came down from your euphoric high slowly, catching your breath in the process. 

“Are you alright?” He whispered. This was a side of him you never expected. You knew he could be caring and kind when he wanted to be, but seeing that translated to handling your body was a pleasant surprise. Your cunt hopelessly clenched around the emptiness as he removed his fingers. 

“Never better. Now, please fuck me” You demanded, chuckling softly. 

“Only because you asked so nicely,” He wasted not another moment before helping you lean up to remove your dress completely. Your breasts fell from the restraint of the fabric and caught his eye immediately. He took them into his hands massaging them gently before bringing his lips to your mounds and kissing them. 

He pulled his pants down just enough to release his length that begged to be touched. You stared in awe of his size. You opened your legs slightly, allowing room for him to adjust himself in between your legs. 

As he lined himself up with your entrance, he looked into your eyes and devoured you with a loving gaze. He kissed you softly before slowly sinking his cock into your wetness.

Crosshair choked on his next breath, your warmth encasing him perfectly as you took his length with ease. Once he bottomed out within you, he whimpered softly and buried his face into your neck. He was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size, which you probably needed as he was bigger than you expected. 

“Fuck, Y/N” He cursed, overwhelmed by it all. To be able to take you like this, having you begging for his cock, you writhing beneath him…it was all wonderfully too much, and he loved it. 

“Maker, it feels so good, Cross” You encouraged him. His cock stretched you open with each thrust as he picked up the pace. He fit inside you like you were made for each other, and you felt a closeness and intimacy you’d never experienced before. It was indescribable. 

You held his face in your hands as he thrust into you faster and harder, holding his gaze while you both let profanities and cries of pleasure fly from your lips. If there was anyone nearby, they would have heard you, but it was a remote area, and you could feel safe. Each curl of his hips snapping into you sent your mind and body into a frenzy of pleasure.

“You take me so well, sweetheart” He praised, turning his attention to looking down where he disappeared inside of you. Crosshair was no virgin, but he’d never experienced such intimacy and passion for someone like he did for you in this moment. He wanted this for so long, same as you. The months of lingering glances at one another, your heart racing each time your skin grazed his on the ship, the way you’d cared for him since he’d escaped Tantiss. It was all leading up to this moment of pure desire for one another, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“I won’t last much longer” He 

You nodded to assure him it was okay. It was then that you felt another orgasm quickly creeping up on you. He could feel you tightening and knew you were close. 

“Come on my cock, that’s it” He spoke softly, his words sending you over the edge. 

It burst open, washing over your entire body, more captivating and intense than the first release. You dug your nails into the rigid muscles of his back, pulling him into you as he kept his pace. You cried out, feeling overtaken by the pleasure that electrified your entire body. His thrust began to falter and his body shook beneath your fingertips. 

Crosshair’s moans were low and rough as he reached his climax, spilling his release deep inside you, his brows furrowed and face twisted in pleasure. 

You both took time to catch your breath, soaking in the highs you were riding and taking in this feeling of closeness with one another. He was careful to remove himself from you, knowing you were both sensitive. 

He lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him.

“I love you too” He said suddenly, confusing you for a moment, before realizing that he was finally responding to your declaration of love to him earlier. 

You smiled up at him and laid your head onto his chest. As you listened to a combination of the gentle waves and the beating of his heart, you felt warm and loved for the first time in a long time.

[constant-brain-fog]

This is for @wwheeljack, you are so so right Tech and Crosshair should interact more! ✨

I wholeheartedly believe Tech is Crosshair’s favourite Batcher I’m sorry but I just think they would understand each other the best

They’d be petty gossip bitches together change my mind <3

[here-comes-the-moose]

I feel like each member of the Bad Batch is a good dancer but in different ways. Allow me to elaborate:

To start off, I headcanon Tech as the absolute best dancer, like he knows how to dance EVERYTHING. This is because he reminds me of my grandfather, and my grandfather is that way; if there’s a dance, my grandfather knows how to do it. He and Phee are the last people on the dance floor at every event. If you’re having a party where there’s dancing, you want Tech to be there.

I don’t know why, but I can picture Hunter being good at salsa dancing and merengue. Maybe it’s the slutty waist or the dad vibes, but I can see him being the guy that all of your tias and your abuelita are telling you to marry because he’s a good dancer even though he isn’t Latino.

Wrecker was a bit of a hard one, but after some thought and looking through videos, I can see him dancing samba and absolutely KILLING it. I can see him dancing salsa and bachata as well. He also slays at musical theatre dancing. I see him going CRAZY when dancing to reggaeton music; the second he hears Daddy Yankee, that’s it give him some room. Also I KNOW he goes crazy when Bad Bunny comes on.

For some reason Echo is giving me club dancing vibes but also line dancing. Like he’s going CRAZY when the Cupid Shuffle or the Cha Cha Slide come on at the function. Also knows how to pole dance and break dance for some reason. The only member of the squad who can successfully twerk. He’s also killing it when it comes to dancing to reggaeton.

Crosshair’s dance is the tango. Nothing will change my mind. The dance just SCREAMS him with the movements. I can see Crosshair doing ballet. I can also see him shaking his nonexistent ass on an elevated surface to club songs while drunk.

Omega knows a little bit of everything, since Tech loves to teach her, but I feel like she’d DEMOLISH in tap dancing. I also feel like she’d be good at salsa as well.

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Watching "Bad Territory" and "Paths Unknown" from a mental health perspective really dials up the angst. It's so obvious that the Batch all really need therapy and it's sad to see them all struggle. So much has changed over the past year for them and by season 3, the cracks really show more than ever. Because they're so used to the solider life, pretty much all of them, particularly Crosshair, internalizes their pain to the point of self-destruction. They don't want to talk about it and it affects all of them.

Hunter's inability to keep his squad together after Order 66 happens takes a big toll on him. He directs all his energy at Omega and losing her in season 2 really pushes him over the edge. Instead of talking about it, he begins to act more recklessly. Hunter also has to deal with seeing Crosshair get turned against him and choose that at the end of season 1. There's also a lot of guilt he probably feels about leaving Cross and seeing the Batch's numbers dwindle. Going back to Omega, she probably gave him something to hold on to. She gives him a purpose despite all the guilt and pain he feels.

Crosshair is the most sensitive of the Batch in my opinion. He internalizes a lot and holds on to it. He lets it fester and I think he does so much more Hunter. Omega is the only person he feels comfortable enough to be truly vulnerable around. He has his moments with Hunter, but it's not on the same level as Omega. But even with her, he's so haunted by what happened to him that he doesn't want to talk about it. He also deflects a lot, putting himself down or lashes out to protect himself. One of the reasons why I loved the meditation sequence is because he slowly begins to find peace of mind. That's really going to help him when he eventually opens up.

Wrecker had to become more mature and the voice of reason for Hunter. While he has his jokey moments, he's much quieter and reserved. He knows he has to be strong for Hunter, just like Omega is for Crosshair. There's something sad to see the most jolly and upbeat characters become more quiet and serious. It shows just how dark things have become.

Speaking of Omega, she's not ok. Between her past and whatever else she went through on Tantiss, there is a lot going on in that little head of hers. She feels guilty for leaving the other clones behind and she went through/saw some very bad stuff. However, she's neglecting her own mental needs for two reasons in my opinion. #1: she's trying to not worry her brothers. She knows her absence affected them. I can imagine she doesn't want to feel guilty about putting more stress on them. #2: she's trying to be strong for Crosshair. Crosshair is the most outward with his mental struggles because it manifests as psychosomatic tremors. That and he pretty much lost all hope after being imprisoned. Omega selflessly puts her own needs aside to be there for him because she knows he's hurting more than he says he is. But how long will keeping up a brave face last for our little sunshine?

I really think "Identity Crisis" will force many of these characters like Cross or Omega to finally open up. They can't hide it forever. Crosshair in particular will have to confront his trauma if he wants his hand to slowly heal. It's a long journey though.

If we compare the Batch in CW vs. TBB S3, it's crazy to think how much they've changed since then. They're all struggling deeply. However, they have each other for support and sometimes, that's the best place to start for healing.

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

There's a particular bit of the hangar showdown scene in "Aftermath" that struck a bit differently for me during my last rewatch and has been on my mind ever since.

Crosshair and other Imperial clones have entered the hangar to apprehend Clone Force 99, and Crosshair speaks first.

Crosshair: Best stand down, sergeant. Make it easy on yourself.

Hunter: Have you lost your mind??

Crosshair: We should have killed that Jedi. YOU disobeyed orders.

Hunter: I did what I thought was right!

Crosshair: You never could see the bigger picture. Now surrender.

And then we get to this part of the scene:

^Hunter pauses and appears to be weighing his response, staring at Crosshair for a moment before subtly and briefly glancing back at his other brothers.

^Echo and Wrecker are already in defensive positions, and Wrecker is now fully donning his helmet.

It's after Hunter sees this that he answers Crosshair:

Hunter: Is that an order?

Crosshair: (heh) I guess it is.

Hunter: Well, I guess I'm disobeying that one too.

It just reads to me that Hunter was trying to gauge his brothers' reactions and basically seeking their permission before making his next move, and seeing that they are still in agreement with his stance and are willing to back him up are among the factors that drive him to deny Crosshair's demand.

(It's possible that Wrecker got into a better position because he saw Hunter's glance and interpreted it as a directive; but with how quickly the scene plays out - Wrecker seems to be readying himself almost before Hunter looks back - and given that Echo was already in position and didn't change his stance, I don't interpret the scene that way.)

For me, this detail just reaffirms Hunter's leadership style: he has his own opinions on what's right/wrong, but he doesn't coerce his brothers to follow his lead. Instead, he trusts them and their opinions, seeks their approval when making decisions just as much as they seek his approval, and often follows their lead.

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.9

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Awkwardness, cringe, general Echo mischief, smut!!!, crosshair actually has feelings.

Echo 🤝 the Suriel

Mama Echo lives for spilling the tea.... enjoy babessss

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“So…” You clapped your hands together standing awkwardly in the galley walkway, “What did you want to talk about?” You felt your insides tinge with awkwardness. 

“You shouldn’t be standing.” Tech pointed at your bandaged feet. 

Duh.  “I know that…” You scoffed and shuffled over to the dining table to sit on the bench next to Crosshair. Instead, his arm shot out grabbing you, bringing you down into his lap with a squeak. 

“Vod.” Hunter chastised. Crosshair settled you comfortably.

“What?” He bent down running his nose over the shell of your ear, “The lady needed a seat.” 

“We’re supposed to be talking about this.” Hunter sighed rubbing his temple. 

Crosshair was thoroughly enjoying this dress you had. If he was king of the universe he’d write it into law to keep you in outfits like this all the time.  

You had tried your best to tie it back like Taryn had once you got out of the shower hoping you wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone. Not that Crosshair would mind apparently. 

“Then talk vod.” Crosshair sassed keeping a possessive hand on your bare thigh. 

Hunter shifted uncomfortably suddenly feeling awkward, “Okay… So… Uhm…” 

You raised a brow feeling the cringe vibrate in your body. Crosshair sensed you tensing up and started rubbing little circles into your thigh to comfort you. 

“Sarge?” Wrecker raised a brow at Hunter’s warming cheeks as the eldest of them shuddered back and forth trying to find the right words. 

“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Hunter groused, “Obviously things like this aren’t supposed to happen… and we um… probably should clear the air to know how everyone is feeling…” He was trying to sound as clinical as possible.

“Good job bud.” Echo gave Hunter a thumbs up from the copilot seat. 

“Y/N how about you start.” Hunter coughed and crossed his arms. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling the cringe. 

“Start with that? Can Tech go first?” You looked at him then the others. 

“Fine.” Hunter looked to his goggled brother, “Tech starts.” 

The Pilot pushed up his goggles, “I guess I’m just trying to decipher if this was a series of unfortunate events or something that was bound to happen eventually. As we have not ever had a female, or an omega with us before I have no data to compare it to. But if I were making a hypothetical observation based on my own observations, the way Y/N’s eyes are currently dilated and her skin flushing, she’s interested in relations with Crosshair… at least from what I can tell.” 

You visibly tensed and Crosshair wrapped his arm around your chest how hauling you into his front. Damn Tech for airing out your business like that. 

“Is that correct?” Hunter asked with a glint of hope in his eyes. 

“I-I uhh.” You shot Tech a look before shaking your head, “I don’t know. I know this is like, soooo against basically every rule the GAR has, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…clearly.” 

“Interested in all of us?” Wrecker asked with longing eyes. 

“It would appear so…” You couldn’t deny what your hindbrain wanted in the throws of heat, but it didn’t make the embarrassment any softer. 

“Do you feel like this was something you wanted to happen?” Hunter asked dying to know the answer. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel like shit the second he was coming out of the rut. Like they had taken advantage of you, “or were you just reacting to the heat…”

You chewed your lip suddenly feeling ultra vulnerable, Crosshair gave you an encouraging squeeze, “Truthfully, I think it was both.” You were heating up now, “I mean, I think the heat took over and made the decision for me, but I guess I’ve always had those thoughts.” You whispered the last part wishing this whole awkward conversation would be over. 

Echo must have taken pity on you, or felt the undeniable urge to stir the pot because he cleared this throat and spoke up, “Well, as fabulously as Hunter is handling this. I have to let Tiny know that I know for a fact these four idiots have been pining for you since you joined the unit.” 

You quirked your head. What?…no.

“If Hunter hadn’t laid down the “no touch” law in the start, these nerf herders would have been at each other’s throats nine months ago.” Echo raised a brow and pointed an accusatory finger at Hunter, “Sarge over here can’t help but sniff you every time you walk by. Like a fucking blood hound and panics like a mother hen every time you're out of sight. He also looses his damn mind every time another male is mentioned in regard to you. That one…” 

He pointed to Tech, “I’ve caught him reviewing cam footage of you two talking before just so he can look at your face. He also keeps a pin up of a look alike he stole from 501st under his mattress.” 

Then he looks at Wrecker, “I’ve had to listen to Wrecker moaning your name while rubbing one out when he thinks I’m asleep.” The giant gasped turning beet red, “And him… he’s a certified panty snatcher!” He narrowed in on Crosshair who had the audacity to look smug, “and on quarterlies I know he only picks omegas that hold an uncanny resemblance to little miss Pip over here.” 

Suddenly you didn’t feel half as mortified as you did before, now that everyone got aired out.

 “You’re the reason why I can’t find any fucking panties?!” You screeched turning sideways to yell at Crosshair, “I thought the laundry machine was swallowing them up! I made Tech take the damn thing apart!” 

Then there was yelling… 

“Echo what the fuck!” “Why didn’t you say anything!” “Oh my god all this damn time?” “What did I say about the fucking panties?” “Wrecker took a pair too!” “Did not!” “I can’t believe this.” “You literally said not to do anything!” “I cannot fathom how I’m the only one who didn’t know about the panties.” “Euegh! I cannot believe this.” “Well I liked her first!” “No, Wrecker you didn’t!” “How the hell could you have known that?” “You said you liked her from just seeing her photo.” “It was a good photo!” 

You just stared at Echo with a flummoxed expression while he smirked as the chaos unfolded before him. The younger brothers yelled as Hunter melted into the durasteel wall rubbing his temples with stress. Clearly this wasn’t going how sergeant thought it would. 

You sat there in total shock. Sure, you’d had fleeting thoughts about the boys. Who wouldn’t. You’re a young beautiful omega in your prime surrounded by some of the most gorgeous fit alphas in the entire known universe, those kind of thoughts were bound to happen. But you were also a professional, and tried to keep those feelings to yourself. 

But you wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t beyond flattering to know they each had fantasized about you as well… 

“Okay, hold up!” You raised a hand silencing the arguing clones standing up from Crosshair’s lap and standing in the center of the room, “How long has this been going on?” You had to adjust the red fabric to keep your legs semi covered.

They just blinked at you then at each other. You put your hands on your hips waiting for someone to answer. 

“Since I saw your picture.” Wrecker said sheepishly, “And then when you first treated that stab wound on Corellia.” 

That was your first mission with them… 

“Christophsis.” Tech states. 

“Christophsis?” You were trying to recall that assignment. 

Tech gave you a tiny smile and his neck reddened, “You had to emergency fly the marauder and pick us up from that base.” 

“You liked that?” You smirked. 

He nodded, “I didn’t know you knew how to fly.”

“Hmm.” You crossed your arms and pointed to Crosshair, “Spill.” 

He gruffed. Feelings aren’t his forte. 

“I don’t know Ad’ika it just happened.” He said defensively. 

“Thats not what I remember.” Wrecker poked at him, “You said you wanted her after you walked in on her in the fresher that one time.” 

You gawked. You remembered that day it still haunted you. 

You were mortified, you had just finished up your shower and turned off the water when Crosshair barged into the room not realizing you were in there. He got quite the eye full. You just squeaked and grabbed your towel, covering yourself. He had silently turned on his heel and left, leaving you to die from embarrassment in pained silence. 

Luckily he never spoke about it ever again and you were thankfully able to move past it. Yo didn’t think he had cared one bit.

You then turned to Hunter, “And you, Sarge?” 

He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms looking down at his boots, “It was before we officially met actually.” 

You furrowed your brows.

“We were there when you treated Echo after Sako Minor. You were still with the 501st and we had decided to help in the mission to retrieve him. You were too busy working but I remember seeing you and scenting you before you disappeared into the triage. I’ve never smelled an omega like you before. It stuck with me. When your file came to us I knew I had to approve it.” He sounded a little embarrassed, you were sure because he thought it was a bit selfish. 

You smiled, “You remembered me?” 

He nodded, “Couldn’t ever forget a woman like you Cyra’ika. Wanted to paint you on the side of the ship.” 

“Still can.” Wrecker chuckled. 

“Okay then explain Kashyyyk.” You pointed at Crosshair, “And I still want an apology. That was fucked up.” 

“They were so jealous Adi’ka.” Echo laughed in earnest now crossing his arms and letting the chuckles spill, “Thought you were fucking Wolfee!” 

“I wasn’t!” You screamed. How many times were you going to have to say that!

“Sure seemed like it.” Crosshair accused. 

“Nuh uh. Apologize.” You crossed your arms over your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts. Crosshair zeroed in on your cleavage and swallowed thickly. 

“Crosshair never apologizes.” Tech sighed.

“Well, he’s gonna start now.” You pointed a finger into the ground.

The sniper narrowed his eyes challengingly which you just matched his scowl, “Hunter apologized.” You said walking over to Hunter and leaning into him. The sergeant looped an arm around your middle rubbing your bare ribcage. 

“Wrecker gave me his rations, and Tech fixed my data pad.” You tapped your fingers against your arms. 

Crosshair took a deep breath trying to still himself. He wasn’t going to crack so easily, but you knew there was one way you could get through to the alpha. 

“Fine. Don’t wanna talk?” You drawled spinning around facing Hunter, “Then you only get to watch from here on out…until you apologize.” You brought your hand up to Hunter’s cheek and guided his mouth down to yours for a deep wanton kiss. You whimpered bending your leg into him showing off how high the slits went to the rest of the room.

You heard Echo let out a low whistle. 

Hunter ran his hands up your sides making a show of it, knowing it was driving Crosshair insane.  He knew how badly Crosshair wanted you. Hunter’s hands slid south cupping your ass giving it a good squeeze. 

When Hunter had found Crosshair’s panty stash and he knew his little brother was down bad. 

You moaned into sarge’s mouth and carded your hands through his luscious hair. You gave the strands at the base of his neck a tug and he growled bending down to pick up your thighs and wrap them around his waist. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” Echo asked amused.

“Later.” You said breaking away from Hunter’s eager lips. 

“We got time.” He smiled before diving back in to capture your mouth and start to walk the two of you into the bunks. 

You giggled as Hunter threw you down onto the plush cot with a bounce before climbing on top of you. You happily wriggled under him seeking out his soft lips again. 

“You’re evil.” Hunter whispered into your ear.

“You have no idea.” You whispered back grabbing at his blacks. 

“Is this actually happening?” Wrecker asked following the two of you in. 

“She did express her interest, Wrecker.” Tech said standing in the doorway, “But this seems to be more about torturing Crosshair than anything else.” 

“You okay with this Mesh’la?” Hunter asked looking down at you. 

“Yes sir.” You watched his iris’ dilate at the use of title. 

The he was on you like a feral nexu. His teeth instantly went to your neck barely missing your gland making you scream. You heard the others shedding their armor as Hunter brought his nimble hands to your core and rubbing sensually through your dampening folds. You weren’t nearly as wet as you were during the heat, but Hunter was satisfied when he pushed a finger in stretching your still slightly sore cunt finding you dripping wet. 

You moaned pathetically rocking your hips down wanting more. He added another finger making you squirm. 

“You ready Adi’ka? He rubbed your clit making you whine. You nodded desperate to be filled. He kissed you once more time before grabbing your hips and lifting you so your dripping core was perfectly angled at Tech. 

“Take him like a good little omega.” Hunter stood up from the cot to start slowly taking off his armor watching you spread your legs even further for Tech. The pilot knelt down on the cot in between your legs leaning over to give you a kiss. He seemed a little stiff at first but when you started grinding down on his codpiece with your soaked cunt, you felt him start to get a little more explorative with his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

~~~

Echo smirked, “You should probably bite the bullet and apologize.” 

He was loving watching Crosshair be miserable hearing your fucked out cries as his brothers pleasured you. 

He just grunted willing his jealousy down. 

“She’s as stubborn as a bantha. She can hold out forever. One time fives thought it would be funny to dump ice water on her during her shower, she didn’t talk to him for three weeks and made sure his sutures were extra painful when he came into her office.” 

He was in shock, he raised brow suddenly realizing that that time of Kashyyyk could have been more much worse if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances.

“Oh yeah.” Echo laughed at the memory, “Made him scrub her quarters for a week as an apology. Little thing has a hidden talent for torture.” 

You let out a particularly pornographic moan that made Crosshair hard and cranky.

Crosshair grunted and stood up deciding he would rather just swallow his pride then to watch his brothers have you over and over again for however long you decided to duel out his punishment. 

“I literally save her ass and this is what she wants from me…” Crosshair shook his head heading to the back of the ship, “omegas…” 

~~~

He turned the corner to stand in the door way arms crossed. He chewed on his toothpick a little too hard once seeing the glorious site in front of him. You were spread out on your back still in that sinful scrap of fabric dress taking Tech in your soaked cunt while you sucked Wrecker into your throat. Hunter leaned against the wall watching his younger vod fuck you dumb. 

“Can’t take the heat?” Hunter eyed Crosshair. 

Tech rubbed at your clit making you arch into the cot while he pounded you. You came with a scream forcing Tech into cumming from how hard you tightened around him. He groaned pumping white ropes into your throbbing cunt gripping your hips with his strong hands.

He pulled out with a squelch letting you roll onto your hands and knees keeping Wrecker in your mouth skillfully. 

From Hunter and Crosshair’s view they could see your glistening thighs and milky cunt leaking with Tech’s spend. You briefly took your mouth off Wrecker stroking him with your hand while you looked back over your shoulder to see their lusty gazes. You arched prettily showing off while returning back to give Wrecker your full attention.

“Kriff.” Crosshair cursed. You knew exactly what you were doing. Echo was right, you weren’t shy in the slightest nor afraid to torture a man.

Crosshair looked psychically pained that he couldn’t touch you, while Hunter didn’t hesitate to slot in behind you, filling you with his hard cock. You moaned taking your sergeant while still stroking Wrecker. You leaned down to suck one of his balls into your mouth making him whine and fist your hair. 

“Such a good girl Mesh’la.” Hunter praised bringing his hand down across your ass cheek with a sharp snap. You yelped then moaned at the burning sensation. You knew you’d have Hunter’s hand print on your ass for a few hours and that made you giddy. He grabbed onto your hips and rocked into you with intention, fisting the red fabric for leverage he shoved you further onto Wrecker. 

Feeling your second orgasm simmering, you reached down to circle your nerves making you twitch and quiver around Hunter. 

“Gonna cum Mesh’la.” Wrecker bit out thrusting slightly into your waiting mouth. You sucked his tip extra hard while he poured his seed down your throat. You swallowed diligently and licked him up before letting him go. He slumped back against the wall and you collapsed onto your chest presenting your ass so perfectly for Hunter. 

Sarge leaned forwards grabbing the back of your neck pinning you to the cot.

When you turned your head to look at Crosshair, you could tell he was standing uncomfortably with his codpiece restricting him. The look was subtle, but you could see the yearning in his eyes. 

It was the same desire he had when you had shot that pirate with firepuncher. It was a hot and heady look. You knew you were close to cracking him so you decided to turn it up a notch. 

You reached behind you to grab at Hunter’s wrists but he just manhandled them behind you securing them to your lower back, “take it omega!” he growled, pounding into you mercilessly. 

You mewled and widened your knees giving your back more of an arch so he could hit even deeper. You both cried out at the change of position. 

“Good girl.”

The you made fierce eye contact with Crosshair and ave him a mischievous wink, “Alpha… please!”  

They were suddenly filled with the deep primal urge to please you. You haven’t used your omega voice since Howzer, and even it made you shiver, just like the boys around you. 

They were on you like flies. 

Tech and Wrecker shoving each other around trying to get to you. Competing for who would make you cum first. 

You watched Crosshair approach but manage to somehow stop himself just a few feet away remembering your punishment could be so much worse if he were to disobey your wishes.

You knew it was paining him not to answer your cry… It was payback. You smiled wolfishly as Hunter took you to pound town to finish the job.

Wrecker used his strength to shove Tech away to slide under your spread thighs to lick at your clit a suckle gently coaxing you to your end. 

You screamed baring down on Wrecker’s face as your pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave with such ferocity. 

You shivered and convulsed as Hunter gave you his last few pumps before filling you with his cum. He leaned forwards biting into your shoulder again careful not to hit the gland as he came down from his high. Clearly your enchanting command had turned on his hindbrain too Hunter was actively fighting off the urges to mate. He must be extra sensitive due to his special abilities.

You quivered around his softening cock feeling the afterglow tingles from the mock bite dissipate from the junction of your neck.

You almost collapsed onto Wrecker but Hunter was holding on tight trying to quell his desire to actually bite you. Fucking without the implants was proving to be dangerous he realized. He nuzzled the back of your neck trying to keep his incisors in check but not ready to let you go quite yet. 

“You want help with that Cross?” You looked down at his crotch. He swallowed thickly. “You know what you need to do…” You smirked sitting up letting Hunter slide out of you. 

He sighed, “Fine, but not in front of them.” He grumbled making you smile. 

“You heard him.” You said readjusting your dress to cover yourself again. The others just left with a grin slapping Crosshair on the shoulder as they stumbled out, feeling the blood rush back to their heads. 

“Go on.” You crossed your arms calming your heart. 

“You’re neglecting your real talents.” He sighed leaning against the wall, “Should be working for the Guard in interrogation and torture tactics.” 

You raised a brow. 

“Ugh.” He looked up at the ceiling before turning his attention to you, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my voice to command you like that, and I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the best apology, but you knew that was probably more than anything anyone has ever probably received from the prickly sniper. 

“Apology accepted.” You smiled, “On one condition… You give me back my panties.” 

He laughed, “Fine. But you’ll have to raid Wrecker’s drawer too.” 

“Come here.” You ordered. 

He walked over to you as you stood up still being dwarfed by the tall soldier, “Promise you’ll never do that to me ever again. You cannot take my freewill from me.” 

He sighed feeling the guilt in his chest, “I promise ad’ika.” 

You nodded and brought your hands up to his cheeks forcing him to look at you before you leaned up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. He deepened the kiss lowering his head to your height. 

“I want you Crosshair.” You whispered breaking the kiss, “I wanted you the second I saw you in that temple.” 

He growled backing you up into the cot, “You looked so good holding firepuncher. Looked even better killing that man.” 

You hummed, “You liked that huh?” 

He nodded, “Oh yes, ad’ika.” He snaked his arm around your neck to fist your hair and expose your neck to him, “My omega is fierce.” He ran his incisors over your pulse point where his brother had left his mark making you shiver. 

“Your omega?” You were breathless. 

He hummed approvingly, “Mine.” He snarled launching you down to the cot. You landed with a yelp as he crowded you into the jumbled mattress. 

“This damn dress.” He shook his head taking it all in before yanking down your top to reveal your breasts and hardened nippled. He leaned forwards latching onto one and massaging the other as he nudged your legs apart, “Was gonna take you on that temple floor. M’didn’t wanna wait.” He switched sides giving equal attention to the other breast. 

You whined thinking about that heated look he gave you when the pirate had dropped cold. You knew if the city wasn’t under siege he would have made good on his word and that sent a powerful thrill through your entire being. You carded your fingers through his silver hair massaging his nape making him moan.

“So perfect ad’ika.” He praised pushing the dress slit to the side to reveal your ruined thighs. He smirked seeing the mess his brother had made of you. 

You chewed your lip as he shoved his blacks down revealing his massive cock. It was definitely longer than the others and veiny like Wreckers. You spread your legs letting him see the cum leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch and drip with precum. 

The past 48 hours without you had nearly driven him nearly to insanity, but looking down at you now, he finally felt like he could relax and enjoy you how he wanted. 

Knowing you had already been warmed up, he gripped your thighs placing your ankles on either side of his head and pushed forwards sliding into you with ease. You cried out being stretched again as Cross filled you to the brim. He brushed up against your cervix making you squirm and mewl. 

“Such a good girl.” He smiled flashing his incisors, “Taking all of your alphas so well…like you were made for us.” He thrust hard watching you bounce up and down on his cock. He reached forwards grabbing your tits and massaging them as he continued his precision thrusts. 

“Ah-Crosshair!” You whined grappling for purchase and gripping onto his thighs. 

He rocked the two of you steadily, “Wanted to kill all those fucking people for taking you from us.” He was getting more aggressive in his movements, “Never letting you go ever again ad’ika.” He reached down parting your thighs to rub circles on your clit. He felt you begin to flutter around him, “Gonna kill anyone who tries.” 

“Promise?” You looked up at him with a wicked grin. 

He mimicked your exact expression feeling a bolt of energy run through him, “Promise, sweetheart.” You were going to be the death of him.

He felt you tense up and knew you were about to cum. He kept going until you were arching off the bed moaning like you were in heat again. 

He leaned down to press desperate kisses to your plush lips as he too reached his high adding his seed to the mess between your thighs. 

Once he stilled, he remained there inside you, pressing open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. You squeezed around him as you preened from his attentions. 

“Have you made up now?” Tech asked turning into the doorway. Crosshair let out an exacerbated sigh rolling over, brining you with him as he pulled the sheet up over the two of you. 

“Yes Tech.” You smiled laying your head down onto Crosshair’s thumping chest. 

“Good.” Tech held up his data pad, “We have twelve more hours until we touch down on Coruscant. I think the others want to talk about the logistics of this rather unorthodox relationship.” 

“Then tell them to come in here.” Crosshair petted the stray hairs on your head down and tucked loose strands behind your ear. 

Tech left and returned with the others including Echo who seemed all too pleased with himself. What a little mischief maker.

“Alright.” Hunter seemed a lot less awkward now having a better idea of how you feel about this whole arrangement, “Obviously this is not allowed under GAR regulations.” 

“When have we ever obeys orders?” Tech said. 

“Never.” Hunter shook his head, “So, obviously this doesn’t leave here.” He gestured to the group, “When we return we’ll have to get fresh implants but when they ask what happened we tell them we crash landed. Pip went through an entire cycle locked in this room and the rest of us had to go trade with locals to get replacement parts.” 

“They’ll smell the mixed scents in here.” Crosshair hugged you to his chest like a little doll. 

“We’ll clean the entire ship before we touch down.” Tech answered. 

“Freaking finally.” You said in relief knowing you’d have help this time. 

“What about her?” Echo pointed to you, “She’s covered in bruises.” 

“Pip encountered hostiles and fought them off, as for the bites we’ll use bacta and hope for the best.” 

“You realize you won’t be able to act any different when we're not alone.” Echo reminded, “You can’t be territorial in any sense. If they even begin to pick up on that, you’ll be decommissioned or she’ll be transferred.” 

They visibly tensed. 

“I don’t think the GAR will think anything strange of us.” Tech reasoned, “We’ve always been unorthodox.” 

“That does play to your advantage.” Echo nodded. 

“Are you okay with this Echo?” You asked hoping your longest friend is emotionally alright with this whole thing. 

“Oh yeah pip.” He smiled, “Just glad you idiots finally did something about this. The tension was palpable.” 

“You’re a meddler you know that?” You laughed. 

“Obviously.” He snarked, “How else am I supposed to entertain myself?” 

“Okay everyone needs to get cleaned up and then we need to start scrubbing this entire vessel down ceiling to floor.” Hunter gave the orders, “Then we need to go back to being one big happy platonic family.” 

You giggled. 

“I think we can manage.” Tech slinked out of the room to hunt down the cleaning supplies. 

“Can you carry me to the fresher?” You asked Crosshair who nodded and helped gather you up in his arms. The two of you walked to the fresher where he helped you out of the dress and into the stall where he turned the water to warm. You stood on wobbly legs letting the water wash away evidence of the boys. You started scrubbing yourself down when Crosshair joined you. It was bit of a squish but you two managed. 

You grabbed the soap again and began washing Crosshair. He gave you an unsure look that made you realize he’s probably never had anyone take care of him like this before. Your heart shattered a bit as you made sure to get his hair all the way down his legs. You always had such sympathy for the clone soldiers. They were barely seen as human from the rest of the galaxy…but not to you. To you they were so much more.

When you were both clean, you stepped out wrapping a towel around yourself securing it before walking back into your old bunk. You had found an old uncomfortable binder you didn’t love and pulled that on, securing it to your breasts, then slid on a pair of panties that the pirates hadn’t raided, but that was it. 

You made sure to throw the red dress into the washer along with all of the boys clothes leaving the entire ship in just their boxers and socks. 

Everything else went into the wash including all the bunk sheets and what remained of your ransacked nest. You had whimpered seeing the state of it. All your hard work and comfort, destroyed. The boys made sure to take care of that mess so you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long. 

Walking out into the main cabin you grabbed the cleaning supplies from Tech and started getting to work helping. 

“Here, mesh’la.” Hunter knelt down to you popping a bacta pill into your mouth for the bruising along with the gel on your skin hoping that the few hours left on board the marauder they’d heal up a bit. You swallowed the pill and let Hunter smear the gel around your neck and ribs. He made sure to change your foot bandages and apply more bacta. Those cuts seem to be healing up nicely to both of your satisfaction.

“Damn girl.” Echo let out a low whistle, “Those uniforms are a crime for hiding all that.” He laughed making you scoff. 

“Prefer the red dress trooper?” You play flirted back. 

“If only I wasn’t 80% cyborg.” He winked at you. 

You giggled going back to your cleaning helping Tech get the crevices you couldn’t reach. 

~~~

You blew a piece of hair out of your face, “Alright Hunter how does it smell?” 

He sniffed the air, “Sterile.” He cringed. 

“Perfect.” Tech gave an approving nod. 

“This ship has never been this clean.” Crosshair looked around at the shiny durasteel. They had cleaned every inch of this space craft, put all the bunks back together to regulation, and scrubbed the Mimban mud from their boots. The damn ship looked fresh off the line.

They had slipped their blacks and armor back on making sure those had been cleaned too. You slinked back into the red dress making sure to secure it to your chest binder hiding your nips better. You also kept the panties on, feeling slightly less vulnerable this time. Not having shoes was still drag. Hopefully you’d be able to get a new pair immediately.

You were trying to figure out how you were going to exit the hatch without turning heads. You realized that would probably be impossible given the circumstances. 

“They’re going to ask questions.” You sighed taking a bite of Echo’s ration bar as you leaned against his console. 

“Well, you definitely catch attention.” He laughed thumbing the fabric. 

“I just want my shoes back.” You groaned, “Do you know how long it took me to break those in?” 

“We’ll all have to get new civvies and blacks.” He reminded, “Do you still have that stash at your place?” 

“I think so. I don’t have any of Crosshairs though.” You gave the sniper an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and went back to cleaning firepuncher. 

“My favorite band t-shirts are gone.” Wrecker whined. You knew show special all their things were to them. And you knew it was hard for them to come by certain items. They didn’t get paid for their service to the republic so clones rarely had personal belongings. A fact that  also made your blood boil. 

“I’ll get you a replacement one, honey.” You smiled. It made Wrecker light up. 

“Think you can finesse those good meals from the medic center?” Echo begged, “I’m craving tip-yip.” 

“Yeah, I’ll get Layla to drop some off when we touch down.”

“Now thats a fox.” Echo smirked taking another bite of the bland bar. 

“I’ll tell her you said so.” 

He leaned back in his chair, “She into cyborgs?” 

“I think Layla’s into everyone.” You played. 

“She had Rex’s boys down bad.” Echo laughed recalling the way they couldn’t shut up about the pretty omega nurse on board Skywalker’s Venator.

“Oh yeah. She had Kix on his knees.” You giggles remembering the way she had him blushing like a virgin in the exam room. Echo laughed. 

“We should get her to do a pin up for the boys!” You suggested. 

“Now thats a plan!” Echo bit his lip. 

“When are we getting a pin up of you sweetheart?” Crosshair interjected. 

“Yeah I want one of those!” Wrecker pounded the table sending Crosshair’s stuff flying. 

“In your dreams boys!” You shook your head. 

They groaned in protest. 

“I still think we should paint you on the hull.” Wrecker pouted. 

“I second that.” Tech voted.

“We’re leaving hyperspace, strap in.” Echo tapped your knee making you stand up from the console, you walked over to your jump seat settling in. 

The others prepared for the sudden stop. 

“On approach.” Tech masterfully steered the ship down towards Coruscant’s surface approaching the GAR docking bay. 

Once cleared, the Marauder was set down gently in an open maintenance stall. 

“Havoc Marauder to service bay, requesting immediate repair.” Tech radioed in. 

“Havoc Marauder are you alright?” The service bay clone asked. 

“Our ship crashed on return to Coruscant, we obtained replacement parts but we need a full service to ensure optimal performance.” Tech informed. 

“Noted. We’ll be sending down mechanics and replacement parts shortly please stand by.” 

“Where’s my med kit?” You suddenly asked looking around at the near empty ship. 

“Stolen.” Hunter shrugged. 

“Dammit.” You sighed, “Chief’s gonna rip me a new one.” 

“That might be the least of our problems.” Tech pointed out the view port. 

As the service team arrived with new engine parts and mechanic droids, General Kenobi and General Skywalker approached with the Coruscant guard in tow. 

“Kark.” You sighed. You all were cooked.

“You wanna go talk to your old General?” Echo nudged you. 

“He was your general too!” You shoved him back. 

“Yeah but you’re prettier!” Echo shoved you to the hatch hitting the disengage, “He’ll be easier on you.” 

You were about to protest when Hunter took the lead stepping down the hatch deciding to just get this conversation out of the way. 

“Generals.” He greeted. The other 99’s marched down the stairs leaving you and Echo to watch from the ship’s view port.

“Sergeant Hunter.” They greeted. 

“Can I help you sir?” You looked to the Coruscant Guard. Their crimson uniforms stood out against the starkness of the hangar bay, “My men have had been through an exhausting ordeal and we’d like to get everything in order before returning to the barracks for some much needed rest.” 

“We were sent by the chancellor to escort you.” General Kenobi said, “He has heard about Kashyyyk and has been eagerly awaiting your return. We haven’t heard from you in two standard weeks.” 

“We were shot down and crashed on Mimban sir.” Hunter sighed, “It took longer than expected to find repair parts.” 

“Where is Tiny?” Skywalker asked, “I can sense her anxiety.” 

“Uhh yeah.” Hunter looked back to the ship, “She’s in there. There was an incident sir.” 

“An incident?” Skywalker’s brows furrowed. 

“She’s alright. A little shook up. But we encountered hostiles who kidnapped her and took her back to their home city. We were able to retrieve her, but then pirates raided our ship and took all of our belongings.” He cleared his throat unsure how to explain the rest… “Pip?” He called. He could hear you sigh before he heard Echo shuffle behind you shoving you out of the hatch with a squeak. 

You stumbled down the stairs trying your hardest to keep your modesty by holding the front and back panels of the dress together pathetically trying not to flash the men. You watched everyone shift uncomfortably seeing you. The head guard respectfully lowered his gaze while Skywalker gawked at you.

 It didn’t help that the wind was trying to expose you like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck is that!” He was being protective again. You two had essentially grown up together. Anakin felt like an older brother to you and you knew he’d be upset.

“Language Anakin.” Kenobi sighed also keeping his gaze away and respectful. 

“Hi, Generals.” You squeaked out feeling incredibly exposed. 

“Do I want to know?” Anakin crossed his arms raising a brow. 

You shook your head looking down at the ground wanting to die on the spot. 

“Here little one.” Kenobi shed his outer robe handing it to you so you could cover up. 

You gratefully took the brown fabric and bundled yourself up. The fabric pooled at your feet.

“Where are your shoes!” Anakin stared at your bandaged feet. His tone remarkably similar to when he’d reprimand Ashoka for something reckless. 

“An old lady took them.” You responded softly. You heard Echo choke back a laugh in the background.

“An old-” He shook his head, “Every time I see you Tiny, it’s something new.” 

You sighed knowing he was right. 

“Sorry Anakin.” You snuggled into Kenobi’s robes a little tighter. 

“It’s not your fault Y/N.” Obi wan gave Anakin with a stern look, “We’re glad you’re okay.” 

“Thank you General.” You always liked the older man, he had such wisdom about him. 

“We should get to the Chancellors office promptly, he’s eager to learn more about the chemical attack.” Kenobi nodded. 

Hunter gestured for you to follow the Generals while the others followed in suit preparing to give their report. You just trotted behind Anakin trying to keep up with his long strides incredibly thankful for Obi wan’s robes. 

“Told you he’d take it better from you.” Echo whispered in your ear. 

“What about that seemed better to you?!” You whispered back. 

“His shock at seeing you distracted him from asking about our short comings.” He smiled evil. 

“Kark hole.” You growled lowly. 

“Shut up, you love me.” He shoved you playfully. 

You just scowled at him as your party arrived at the transport. Hunter held out a hand to help you climb into the ship and the guard guided you to a jump seat on the side while the men filed in holding onto the handle bars above. 

You caught Skywalker eyeing you and you smiled sheepishly. The guard reached down to buckle you in but you stopped him, “I got it trooper.” 

“Apologies ma’am.” He quickly stood up seemingly coming to his senses. 

“No problem.” You have him a smile buckling in yourself. 

Ugh you really need to get your implants in stat. That’s probably why Skywalker is giving you an incredulous look. You realized you probably reek of omega and it’s messing with everyone, probably himself too. 

The transport lifted off and made a beeline for the Senate building. You shivered feeling the cold air rush past you. You had never been so grateful for an article of clothing in your entire life. Obi Wan’s robe was so soft and cozy. 

You caught Tech checking in on you with a casual glance. You gave him a tiny nod as he went back to looking out the side of the ship at the city below. 

“Prepare for docking.” The guard barked out over the engines. 

The ship was quick to dock and you unbuckled, following everyone towards the building. This time, the head guard grabbed you by the waist and lifted you down from the ship setting you down on the concrete. 

Your surprised squeak made your squad whip around to stare. Even the guard seemed shocked at his own actions. 

You just patted his chest plate and continued on trying to prevent a scene. This better go quick or you were going to have a line of alphas trailing after you. You could feel your squad’s eyes burning holes into your back.

“Anything I should know about?” Skywalker bit out quietly into your ear. 

“Nothing you want to know.” You replied, “Trust me.” 

He growled urging you forward keeping a distance between you and the soldiers. 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You wished the Generals had at least given you time to get a new uniform from the stock pile or something. Wearing Jedi robes over a crimson red dress was definitely something that caught looks. 

Essentially every senator and Coruscant guard in passing turned to look and sniff. You just sighed wishing for this to be over and to crawl into your bed back home. 

You wanted to tuck yourself into Hunter’s side for comfort, but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. Instead you stuck it through, all the way to the Chancellors office despite the incredibly awkward lift ride cramped inside with so many alphas. 

“I think it’s probably better if you wait here Y/N.” Kenobi instructed you to sit on the bench outside the Chancellors office. Knowing he was right, given your inappropriate attire, seeing the Chancellor would be improper. 

You were also thankful to not have to stand there and listen to the recount of the last three months you had just experienced.

The guard stood watch outside the chambers stoic as statues as they flanked the doors. However, the same soldier that had tried to buckle you in walked over to you with a confident stride. 

“You were on Kashyyyk?” He asked.

You nodded. 

“We heard about it through some of the radio chatter, what happened to those men?” He slid off his helmet, “I’m Thorne.” He held out his hand for you to shake. He was handsome. Clean cut to regulation, but you noticed his hair was a little curly on top. Must be a slight defect just like Rex you wondered.

You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah we were there. We were posted for three months on the front lines. The separatists dropped a chemical bomb that turned the entire camp feral. My squad was just out of range and we were able to get away. Tried to relay the message to the General on site, but we were shot down and ended up falling out of hyperspace onto Mimban.” 

He looked shocked, “Mimban?” 

You nodded, “Been a hell of a tour.” 

“I bet.” He agreed. 

“Have you heard what happened?” You wondered thinking about Wolffe and the others, “We were stranded for so long we haven’t been able to hear anything.” 

“Let me ask the commander.” He spun around to wave over his head officer. 

That was the clone that lifted you out of the transport. 

“This is Fox.” Thorne introduced him, “Fox, this is Y/N.” 

“Hi.” You gave him a polite smile. 

“She was on Kashyyyk, she’s asking about the 104th.” Thorn filled him in. 

“Last I heard they were okay. I guess your message got out and they were able to send in reinforcements.” Fox told you. 

You let out a relived sigh, “Thank the maker.” 

“They crash landed on Mimban.” Thorne added, “Sounds awful.” 

“It was.” 

“What’s with the get up?” Fox pointed to the red. 

“An old lady took my clothes.” You kicked your bandaged feet out showing him the damage, “Pirates took the rest. Got kidnapped by a local war party and was held prisoner in an all women’s encampment. Apparently red is their favorite color.” 

He let out a low whistle, “Can’t say I’d trade places with you.” 

You huffed with a smile. 

“You’re with the 99’s?” Thorn asked. 

“Yeah.” You looked to the closed door wondering how it was going in there. 

“You like them?” Fox asked. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh uh, yeah. Took some warming up to, they’re not used to having outsiders.” Your heart pounded.

“Noticed you were close with General Skywalker.” Fox stated. What is this, twenty questions? You felt like you were in one of their interrogation chambers.

“I was his medic for majority of the war. Transferred after General Tano left the order.” You felt a pang of sadness hit your chest. 

Fox just nodded. You knew about his involvement in the whole drama. You couldn’t blame him, he was just doing his job. However, Anakin didn’t see it that way. Poor alpha just wanted his padawan back. She was almost like a pup to him. It broke his heart. 

“You ever leave here?” You asked looking around at this drab building. 

“Hardly.” Thorn laughed clapping his commander on the back.

“Do you know when they’ll be done?” You asked, “I’d really like to get some real clothes and a hot meal.” 

“Should be soon. I can have a droid bring up some basics for you.” Fox offered. 

You thanked him and let him put the order in, thrilled to get out of this awful outfit. It wasn’t long before a service droid reappeared with women’s black basics and a pair of fresh off the line combat boots. 

“Thank you!” You eagerly took the clothes and disappeared into the women’s facilities. When an ecstatic smile you locked yourself into a stall removing Kenobi’s robe and throwing it over the door along with the strip of red fabric. You slid on the loose pants, fastening them to your waist, along with the black form fitting top. You tucked in the shirt and slid the regulation belt through the loops. Last came the socks and the boots which you could have cried with joy finally having something on your feet again. 

When you were done, you chucked the red fabric into the trash receptacle and neatly folded the Jedi robe. The shoes were stiff but you knew you’d have to break them in regardless. Stepping out of the facilities, the guards turned to watch you re-approach. 

“Better?” Thorn gave you a charming smile. 

“I feel human again. Thank you.” You smiled sitting down again and placing the robe in your lap, “My old commander had a defect, his hair was blonde.” You pointed to his head, “Yours as well?” 

“All my batch mates have it.” Thorn nudged Fox, “Even Mr. Grumps over here.” 

Fox grumbled. Grumpy he was…Probably came with the job.

“Show the pretty lady that handsome mug.” Thorne teased. 

Fox took off his helmet resting it on his hip. He was handsome just like his batch mate except his hair wasn’t as curly at Thorne’s, it was more of a loose wave. He kept the sides cropped neatly but there was something so intriguing about this clone, and familiar… 

You narrowed your eyes inspecting his face. He had a small red tattoo peeking out of his collar which you clocked immediately. 

“I’ve treated you.” You stated gettin this full attention. You pointed to his tattoo. 

“When?” He asked curiously. He clearly was riffling through all of this memories trying to place you. 

“Start of the war.” You remembered, “GAR main medical campus. You came in after an injury on the job, a stab wound here.” You poked his upper thigh, “Run in with a bounty hunter and his knife.”

He looked down at you suddenly remembering you, “You were my nurse.” 

You smiled, “Yeah, you’re an awful patient.” You and Thorne laughed. Fox scowled. You remembered him fighting you at every point in his recovery. It took the patience of a Jedi master to keep yourself collected. You were still new to the GAR and Fox had been one of your first solo patients. 

You smirked remembering something else, “Then you railed my friend in the supply closet.” 

Thorne clapped him on the back, “Atta boy.” 

“She still talks about you.” You teased. 

“Layla, was it?” He was getting more confident. You were starting to see the cockiness Layla had yapped about for weeks come forward. Said he was the best ride she ever had. Fox, apparently, was an extremely dominant alpha. Made Layla knot crazy for what felt like forever. 

You hummed leaning back against the wall. 

Just then the door opened and your squad came out, lead by the Jedi Generals. Fox and Thorne scrambled to put their helmets back on realizing they had gone against regulation… in the senate, while talking to you. 

You stood up thanking Obi wan and placing his folded robe back into his hands. 

“I’m glad they were able to retrieve some more comfortable clothing for you.” Kenobi said opening up his robes and sliding them back onto his shoulder. 

“Me too General.” You replied. Turning to look at your squad, you picked out Hunter, “Sarge?” 

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Are we clear to go home?” You were feeling weary desperately wanting sleep.

“Yeah pip, we are.” 

You nodded suddenly feeling excited to curl up in your bed and stuff yourself with real food. 

“Nuh uh.” Skywalker cut in urging the group to get moving, “We’re getting you to the medics first. You can veg out later.” He must have read your thoughts. That still freaked you out even after serving under him for years.

You sighed knowing there wasn’t any other choice once Anakin made up his mind. His brotherliness was stubborn. 

~~~ 

The ride to the ship hangar wasn’t long. You tried separating from the group to go have your exams taken care of but they all insisted on coming along. This included your squad, Anakin, and the guard. 

“General I don’t think you’re allowed to steal the guard from the senate.” You growled feeling like you were being suffocated, “This is not necessary.” You waved a hand at the overly protective men. 

“Actually Tiny I’ve decided it is.” Anakin crossed his arms, “You’re a ticking time bomb.” 

You felt the anger rising in your chest, “Am not! This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with an expired implant. I’m fine!” 

“Then us coming along shouldn’t be a problem.” He argued. 

“Ugh!” You stormed off towards the medical personnel building, “You’re not even authorized to be in here!” 

“It’s Jedi business!” He strode past you arrogantly. 

“What?! You wanna be in there when they’re poking and prodding me too?” You chased after him, “What is it with you freaking alphas!” 

“I’m just watching out for you.” Anakin sassed using that same old excuse for the millionth time. 

“I don’t need you too!” You stopped and then swerved around to look at your unit who was trailing behind you like a death squad, “I know for a fact you all also need new implants too, and that is over there.” You pointed to the clone treatment center to the right of the medic’s clinic. 

“You heard Skywalker, General’s orders.” Crosshair leered. 

You wanted to scream. Why the hell are they acting like this? Anakin opened the blast door holding it so you could walk through.

“Y/N?” 

Layla’s voice sounded a little worried as she peeked up from behind the desk.

“Hi Layla.” You groused. 

“What’s wrong?” She stood up taking in unnecessary amount of alphas crowding into the space, “Are you okay?” Layla was getting suspicious. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” You snarled, “These karking idiots wont leave me alone.” 

“You’re overdue for your implant, want to go somewhere a little more private?” She eyed the men. 

You nodded and took off down the hall to the exam table on the left. 

Layla followed you in clutching her data pad, “What’s that all about? And why is Fox here?” He raised her brows. You noticed the excitement in Layla’s eyes at the thought of her old fling waiting just on the other side of the divider. 

You began stripping from your blacks to put on a sterile gown. 

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “But keep your voice down the sergeant can hear us.” 

She just nodded. 

“Do you need a full exam?” She asked looking at your neck.

“Yeah.” You replied, “I had a heat while stranded on Mimban.” 

“You were on Mimbam?” She was confused. 

You gave her a loose rendition of the story to fill her in. She just nodded picking up the pregnancy test holding it up for you like a question. You gave her a nod not wanting Hunter to hear a thing. 

She put your legs up in the stirrups and began the exam testing for all kinds of things and injury. You just stared up at the ceiling as she did her job expertly without hurting you too much. 

“I think thats why the General is concerned.” Layla whispered, “He probably knows what happened.” 

“What worries me is he can read minds.” You whispered back letting Layla draw a bead of blood for the pregnancy test, “He started acting weird after the debrief.” 

“But was it good?” She asked biting her lip with a mischievous smile.

You nodded, “It was insane.” You thought back to the last week feeling a jolt of arousal rush to your core thinking about the way the men had pleasured you.

“What is taking so long?” Anakin’s booming voice sounded from the other side of the curtain. 

“Karking maker Anakin!” You screamed, “She’s literally digging around inside me, leave me alone!” 

You heard a shuffling letting you know Anakin was leaving you two again. 

Layla placed the various tests into the correct machines before grabbing her implant injector. Just like she had the last time, she plunged the tool into your shoulder injecting you with the pill. 

“Should take a few hours to kick in.” She reminded, “As for everything else you’re clear. Healthy as a can be.” She silently held up the negative pregnancy test results. Thank the maker. 

She uploaded the data to your profile before helping you down the table. You redressed and gathered yourself before stepping out into the hall. Layla pushed the curtain all the way back following behind you, “Make sure to eat something. You’re skinnier than last time I saw you.” She handed you a copy of the report. 

“How much skinnier?” Anakin interrogated. 

You grabbed the data pad and shoved it into his chest, “How about you just read it yourself since you’re so invested.” 

He took the tablet from you and to his credit he did actually read it. You watched him scan for the answer he was so desperately looking for and when he saw the big fat NEGATIVE next to pregnancy test he let out a relived sigh. 

Now you knew he knew, and this proved it. But you know Anakin, luckily he’d never tell a soul. Protective as he may be, he also knew not everything needs to be reported to the higher ups. 

“Satisfied?” You snatched back the tablet handing it to Layla, “Can I be dismissed now, General?” 

He just nodded, “You’re dismissed.” 

Without another word you left the clinic leaving everyone behind. 

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Bahaha Echo finally spilled that hot tea. Mama Echo lives for the chaos.

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Hi ! I hope you are okay !

I hope you don't mind requesting again :)

I was wondering if I could make a Crosshair x reader request with the following prompts from your romance/fluff prompts list

2. what did I do to deserve you ?

35. I love you with all my heart

Have a good day/night ❤️

Hey there, Cora! Sorry it took me so long to get to this other request of yours! I hope it's to your liking 😊

***Slight spoilers for TBB s3 ep8, but nothing really people don't know about at this point***

"A Healer's Touch"

2. "What did I do to deserve you?"

35. "I love you with all my heart."

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

All the years you'd lived on Pabu, you thought were the happiest you had ever been. You lived in an island paradise, surrounded by the most loving and accepting community you'd ever known and you had a job that you enjoyed most days. Everything felt just right and you thought you had it all.

Until one day, Clone Force 99, whom you had befriended, returned to the island with their long-lost brother...Crosshair.

You knew they had a brother who had sided with the Empire, but months ago, they'd tried to rescue him...which was when so many things went wrong for them. They failed in trying to find Crosshair, Tech had been lost and Omega had been captured. For the following months, Hunter and Wrecker; the only two left, had spent so much time away from Pabu, following multiple leads and scouring the galaxy for their siblings. It made you immensely happy when they returned with both Omega and Crosshair.

While all of the Clone brothers were handsome in your eyes, there was just something more alluring about Crosshair that caught your attention the first time you saw him. Maybe it was the intensity in his face or the way he stood tall with pride or maybe...it was the darkness and hidden sorrow you could see behind his eyes when his brothers introduced him to you. Even though you didn't know any specifics and despite his best efforts to hide it, you could tell that the Empire had utterly broken him.

In the months Hunter and Wrecker had been out back and forth so much, you'd started training with the local nurse and had become a rather talented nurse and healer yourself. When you'd learned Crosshair had some hand tremors that were starting to cause him slight pain, you offered to take a look at it for him. He'd been quite reluctant at first, but Omega insisted, to which he relented. While you initially couldn't determine the exact cause behind the tremors, the best you could do at the time was give him a balm that could at least help soothe the discomfort.

After that, everything changed.

He kept coming back for more of the ointment for his hand and to have you check it when it seemed things were getting worse, still a bit begrudgingly for a bit. At one point, you were examining his hand when it started shaking in the middle of it and you instinctively reached out and took it in your own, grasping it tightly. Just as you realized what you'd done and were about to let go and apologize, he curled his fingers around your hand in return and it was the first time you saw the hint of a smile from him...a smile that sent you falling head over heels for him in an instant.

Soon after, he started coming around just to see you instead of out of concern for his hand. His brothers would go on missions and leave him and Omega behind to keep them safe from the Empire and he would come to spend time with you instead of dying from boredom or after spending a good while training or being with Omega for a bit. He'd watch you work and make small talk when you weren't busy. You enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours, too. If ever his hand began shaking when you were together, you would hold his hand gently and it would calm him almost right away. You were grateful to know that you were helping him in more ways than just giving him something for the pain the tremors caused him. He seemed more at ease when he was with you physically and emotionally. You couldn't quite understand why, but it didn't matter. He chose willingly almost every day to see you. It felt as though there was an unspoken thing between you, but you were never sure if it was right to bring it up. Perhaps, one day, after he'd adjusted more.

You were a lost cause, though, because in all that time, you had fallen hopelessly and completely in love with him.

There was a day you were out walking around Pabu as the sun was beginning to set when you saw him down on the beach...meditating, to your surprise, but you couldn't help but smile. Then you decided you would go down and see him, so you made your way to the beach.

As you walked up behind him, he suddenly said without turning around, "I was hoping I'd see you today...but I didn't expect it to be here."

You were about to ask how he knew you were there, but...it was Crosshair. He just somehow knew these things. It was like he had enhanced sense of his own. Instead, you replied, sitting beside him, "I didn't expect to see you meditating. When did this start?"

"Omega showed me a while ago," he answered.

"That explains why your hand hasn't been shaking so much. It seems to be helping," you commented.

He simply hummed in response and inhaled deeply and slowly before exhaling through his mouth. You watched him carefully as he breathed, taking in every inch of his profile. The way he almost glowed in the golden evening light, how peaceful he looked...your heart felt warmer than your skin did in the Pabu sun. You looked down at his hand next to you; the one with the tremors that you always held. You reached down and took his hand once again in yours and he immediately grasped your hand back. He didn't break his meditation, but you did see a small smile slowly creep up on his lips as you took his hand and his shoulders seemed to relax even more.

There was a small moment of content silence between you before Crosshair asked, "What did I do to deserve you?" You were a bit surprised at the question and then he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a softness in his gaze that made you melt inside.

"I don't understand," you replied.

"You've showed me more kindness than I feel I've earned. You waste your time with me when you could be doing anything else or be with someone else," he told you.

"I don't see it as a waste of time. I never have," you said back to him, gripping his hand tighter. "You deserve love and care as much as anyone else."

He turned his head away, saying in a low voice, "Who would love someone like me?"

Hearing him ask such a question made you want to cry at how little he thought of himself, especially when you thought the world of him. It was then you decided he needed to know how you truly felt.

You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispering as you pulled away, "I would...and I do."

Crosshair turned to you, his eyes wide with shock at what you were implying yet there was still a gentleness in them that shone even brighter in the sunset.

With a smile, you nodded at him and stated, "I love you, Crosshair. I really do. I love you with all my heart."

Even though he still looked surprised at what he was hearing, his eyes flickered down briefly to your lips before gazing back into your eyes. Then he let go of your hand and reached up to caress your cheek, whispering your name as he did so. He leaned forward and then pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, eliciting a soft sigh from you as you immediately returned the gesture.

After he pulled away, he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply still into your eyes. "And I love you with all of my heart," he told you back, "...a heart that you have helped heal just as much as my hand."

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I miss Tech. I know you might not be able to write for awhile and I get that. If you feel up to it though could you please write a fic where Tech is able to come to Pabu after tantis and finds out the Marauder is gone. Maybe reader (platonic/aromantic) comforts him with hugs and memories tks

Hello! I have some pretty strong feelings about Tech and how we still didn't see him in the entire last third of The Bad Batch. Here is hoping he will come home soon. And in manifestation of this....

Tech x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of injuries, but nothing explicit. No indication of whether Tech was CX-2 or not. Tech lives, obviously!

You sat on the landing pad near the ocean. It was empty now, but the last few remnants of the Marauder were only recently removed. In the rush to get to Tantiss, the people of Pabu did their best to help clean up the mess from the explosion while Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair left with Phee. You were among them, trying to grab whatever you could and sort through anything that you felt the brothers would want to keep. There wasn't much. Thankfully Gonky, Lula, Tech's goggles and various pieces of armor were already removed when the ship exploded. You did, however, manage to find and keep one thing.

You smiled to yourself as you looked down at the yoke and the lever used to jump to hyperspace.

"You recovered it?" Tech asked as he approached.

"I did," you replied with a smile. "I thought you might want to keep it."

Tech sat next to you with a flinch and sighed.

"You okay?" you asked.

"I'm better today." He was still healing, but mostly there. His family had waited until he was better to tell him about the Marauder. He didn't take it well, although he tried to insist it was merely a ship that could be replaced. You all knew better, but it was Tech's way to try to process the information.

Tech reached for the yoke and you gladly gave it to him. He held it in his hands as he had done hundreds of times while piloting the ship. It fit his grip perfectly.

"I requested this particular part," he said. "I requested the modifications to the Marauder. I was nine, but argued that since they felt we were nearly ready for battle, we should be able to get the best equipment. They made some of the modifications, but I made most of them. Even the ones they deemed unnecessary."

He reached for the lever and you handed it to him. He felt so natural holding these pieces, yet they were less familiar since they were no longer attached to anything.

"What was it like when you first flew the Marauder?" you asked.

Tech fondly smiled and answered, "The training simulations were not adequate, but I adapted quickly."

He grimaced, now faced with the thought that he would never fly his ship again. He would never have that home again. He took in a breath. Things changed, but he wasn't alone. He made it to Pabu, their new home. He put the yoke and lever aside and tried to smile at you. You opened your arms to invite him in for a hug if he wanted it. He didn't hesitate. He'd been separated from his family and friends for so long. He rested his head against yours and you held each other. While he wasn't usually one to cry, a few tears trickled down his face.

"I cannot explain why I feel this way. I'm home. We lived. I should only feel gratitude."

"It's okay, Tech," you reassured. "Sometimes I can't put my finger on my feelings, but I simply feel them. We're all built a little different. Besides, you survived a terrible fall. It takes a toll on your body, including your exceptional mind."

He nodded and took in a deep breath. You held him a little closer and waited for him to feel ready to let go. You stayed up with him and watched the ocean while he spent the night telling you all kinds of stories about flying and the modifications he wanted to make on a new ship.

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Here is why I really doubt that the clone assassin is Cody:

So either CX-2 is Tech or they are throwing a hell of a lot of red herrings at us which wouldn’t really make sense unless the writers decided to completely switch styles right at the end, but the alternative theory people have is just not good imo.

It shouldn’t be Cody. I truly don’t believe it is and if it somehow was, then I think it would be a bad idea.

Cody is why Crosshair ultimately leaves the Empire. Jennifer Corbett actually said it herself. Cody is someone Crosshair admires and who has always treated the Bad Batch with respect and kindness even if no one else did, and it is him that makes Crosshair begin to change his mind. Mayday exposed the horror of what the Empire was really doing and Cody starts him on his journey of wanting to leave.

Cody was obviously just a throwaway character at the time ROTS came out but who he became in TCW is so important. Even if he doesn’t have the most screen time, it’s more about what he represents than anything else. His personality evolving into what it is when he is the Commander who serves with Obi Wan is very intentional because both characters serve similar purposes for their respective groups, those obviously being the clones and the Jedi. They both are imperfect people who are genuinely good at heart and it’s that goodness that is so important. They don’t know everything but they do their best to navigate the galaxy with empathy and respect for others. There are so many lovely parallels between the two of them and I think analysing Obi Wan actually allows you more insight into Cody too. They have differences of course, but there is so much that connects them and their influence on each other is undeniable.

Cody turning into this antagonistic figure would undercut Crosshair’s journey in my opinion. Cody needs to just be in the one episode to be a symbol of Crosshair’s development. Any further involvement from him devalues his contribution which was so crucial. One single episode created such a ripple effect. Obviously Cody wouldn’t choose to be like this, but even being forced against his will to become a monster still colours what he gave Crosshair and also feels like a very unfulfilling arc for him. There’s been no set-up and it contradicts everything he has ever been. Cody should stay as this pure moral character because that’s what he’s been from the very beginning. Order 66 was his moment of tragedy. There shouldn’t be anything else. It wouldn’t feel complete, narratively speaking, and I’d hate for him to be used just to develop someone else, like Rex. He just drops wisdom in random episodes of shows he’s in and then gets the hell out of there and I love him for that. The clone assassin shouldn’t be him and I truly don’t believe it is.

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I Need To Know TBB Headcanons (S3 SPOILERS POSSIBLE PLEASE BE WARRY)

What do you think the batch spends their time doing on Pabu? What occupies their time now that they are retired? I have only pieces of ideas but I have been tryna find some other folks thoughts. But to get er' rollin' I'll share my ideas.

Wrecker

• He's definitely a community man from what we saw so

- Maybe he babysits

-Maybe he helps fish like we saw in the past

- Or perhaps he carries heavy equipment for repairs/building

Hunter

- Maybe he helps figure out the best fishing spot for every passing day

- Maybe he builds boats or surfboards? Definitely got old surfer vibes from him at the end of Bad Batch (I am so sorry but I could not get Barbie's dad(?) from that one surfer movie out of my head)

Crosshair

• Cross was the hardest to figure out for me due to how little of what he is skilled at outside of being a soldier. But once I thought about it I couldn't stop LMAO

- I think for a long time he struggles with figuring out what he wants to do now that he's free to be whoever he wants to be. He's used being told what to do, and now that he doesn't have someone controlling him he's having a difficult time adjusting. He probably asks Hunter to give him tasks frequently, and after a while he's given the task of taking care of himself. Learning what he wants.

- I definitely imagine him trying multiple things such as: fishing, farming, all the good stuff

- I see him landing on something creatively driven like tattoos and painting. But I do think it takes a lot of time and soul searching before he gets to that point.

- Probably really distant for awhile, he wants to be around the others but feels he doesn't deserve it

- Reluctant on getting a prosthetic, I can see him choosing not to have one

Omega

• Omega wasn't too difficult for me, seeing what she ends up going off to do at the end of the last episode.

- After using pieces of the Marauder to fix up her own ship with Phee (and Tech depending on your thoughts on it), I see her convincing Phee (again, and Tech depending on your opinion) to give her flight lessons.

- She practices the Tech Turn often, doing her best to perfect it. (If you think Tech should stay dead then let's say she does this late at night on her own and has gotten in trouble for it a plethora of times. She can never quite do it as he does. But if you're like me and he lives, then of course he'll help teach her.)

- Omega probably sneaks off a lot, wanting to explore her new home

- Then I think she eventually gets into contact with Herra, and that she's the one who convinces her to become a rebel pilot

Tech

• In my perfect Bad Batch, Tech is alive. He will always be here in my mind; even if I'll have to mourn him as a character in canon alive and well.

- Tech spends much of his time recording and noting down the things he learns about the new island he lives on. Likely going off with Omega.

- I think Tech and Phee try a relationship at one point or another, maybe they decide to break up, maybe they're together for the long run. His calm nature mixing with her unpredictable one perhaps. She helps him feel more comfortable with himself, and he reminds her she doesn't need to change her stories to make them enjoyable. I think he'd love hearing about the artifacts she brings to Pabu. But it's possible their personalities don't mix well. We didn't get to see as much of their relationship on screen as I would have liked. (Came to rewrite this a bit. Was worried with how I wrote it didn't come across as I wanted)

- Tech probably has his own repair shop, or maybe he creates his own inventions.

More Group Stuff

- Definitely live together at least for a long while

- I think Hunter would get into a relationship before anyone else, then Wrecker getting into one kinda on accident? He'd be super oblivious and go on dates without realizing that's what they are. I think Cross n Tech would be last if they were to get into relationships (personally I see them on the aromantic spectrum, specifically Tech being demi and Cross being recip-romantic or Grey-romantic)

- They do a lot of stuff together, swimming, getting tattoos from Cross, therapy, family dinner all the lovely stuff

And I Think That's All I Got

Thanks for letting me ramble in your feed :)

[stardusthuntress]

To Speak Without Words - Ch. 1

Crosshair x female!reader (she/her pronouns for now, might get spicy later) 

Word Count: ~2k 

Tantis Rescue AU! I’ve had this idea for ages, and now that S3 has rescued Omega and Crosshair it dawned on me that I never actually posted this one! Seems like there’s no better time to post it than now! (also: TECH LIVES!!)

Summary: (mini-series) Crosshair starts to fall for the woman he’s rescued with. She has learned to read him easier than just about anyone else he’s ever met. He learns her too. 

TW: Crosshair has PTSD, and Hunter is still learning how to deal with it. Speaking of, it starts with a flashback to a torture scene… while Crosshiar is still in Hemlock’s custody (well, Hemlock thinks it’s more like ownership, but who needs his opinion anyways); I do mention that they both get back in the fight later, but it’s not a big focus, comparitively

A/N: So, I’ve had this for ages, but I thought I needed more to it before I posted it… turns out it’s pretty complete as is! And now that we’ve actually gotten to see the Tantis exfil and Crosshair and Omega return to the gang, I realized I really needed to just post the darned thing! I just want to say, I didn’t change this to fit anything from S3, it’s been written like this for ages, I just fixed some typos before I posted it, so S3 has not been an influence here! 

PS. This is my FIRST Crosshair fic on here!!! WHOOOOOO!!!

PPS. I promise I'll get back to the "Right Attire" posts soon! Just needed to get this one out of my WIPs!

Crosshair banners from @/djarrex, hyperspace banners my own!

He’s barely conscious. Voices enter the room. All are familiar, but not in a good way. But only one has a name he can vaguely remember, something to do with something deadly, like a poison… Hemlock! That was his name. The name sank like a rock in his mind, and took his stomach with it. Nothing good was coming, that was for sure. 

But one was new. A female. She seemed as upset as his stomach felt. But despite how queasy he felt, this he needed to see, to understand why she was here and whether he knew her. 

Slowly, he opened his eyes. At first, everything was a blur… gradually, his eyes focused on her face. He’d never seen her before, but the fear and pain he saw on her features was more than familiar… and then the memory faded…

Snippets of other memories flash through his mind, all out of order. His mind is beginning to block out large chunks of his captivity… 

Hemlock’s voice broke through the haze of it all, “I see those paternal instincts your batch mates displayed still exist, but unfortunately, I need the little girl for another experiment.” He turns to the TK’s standing guard, “Remove her from the room.” Then turns back to Crosshair lying on the table, “Let’s see what other animalistic emotions you tend to display. I know you recently gave up your disdain for, what did you call them, ‘Regs’? How about the civilians you thought you were protecting?” Hemlock once again turns towards the guards in the hallway, “bring the woman in.” 

Flashes of moments of both of their agonies as they both did their best to conceal their ‘animalistic tendencies’, as Hemlock put it, flash through Crosshair’s mind. Doing their best not to become attached to the person at the other end of the table, but the need to protect them was as inevitable as if they had been sharing a bunk. 

She’d been dozing off against her corner of the cold, hard table, sitting on the floor, arms chained to the corner above her. 

Crosshair was sitting across from her, attached to the foot of the table in much the same manner, doing his best to stay awake while she slept. They always took turns, so they’d have warning when Hemlock showed up. 

She woke up with a start when Crosshair nudged her with his foot. She looked at him, bracing for bad news, but he simply nodded towarads the door. 

“Shield!” Crosshair announced, he could see the corridor more clearly than she could from his spot at the foot of the table. 

She reacted instinctively, knowing that word meant protecting her face and neck as best as she could. No sooner had she done so than the wall that had been blocking her view of the corridor was blown away in a blast that rocked the whole room. 

When the dust settled she found a rough-looking man staring Crosshair down. 

Her head was still ringing from the blast, but it seemed like the man was mad at Crosshair. 

Hunter looked down at Crosshair’s battered form, leaning wearily against the wall. “One question for you brother… why? Why did you aim it at me before rescuing the kid?” 

There was a pause, while a disgruntled man with a device wrapping around the back of his head knealt down and began drilling away at the cuffs restraining Crosshair. 

“I could ask you the same question.” Came Crosshair’s venomous reply. 

Both men tensed, like they were preparing for a fight. 

“NO!” She shouted, tugging against her restraints, reaching for Cross with her feet in a meager attempt to shield him from the wrath of the long-haired man. 

“Here, lemme help you, little lady,” a voice spoke up from beside her, and thick arms reached around her and took ahold of the cuffs around her wrists, easily ripping through the restraints anchoring her to the table, snapping the cuffs in half without hurting her wrists at all. But she barely noticed, as soon as she was free she launched herself across the room and put herself between Crosshair and the tattooed man. 

“NO.” She said firmly. “Don’t hurt him.”

“I wasn’t going to, Sweetheart. He’s my brother. Just wanted to knock some sense into him, that’s all.” 

“Don’t. Touch. Him.” She backed up towards Crosshair, stumbling, barely able to keep herself on her feet, until her back bumped his chest. Crosshair’s hand found her shoulder, and she knew it was an attempt to steady them both. 

“I won’t hurt him.” The tattooed man said. “I promise. I’m Hunter by the way. What’s your name, Hun?” 

Crosshair’s grip on her shoulder tightened. A warning. Both to her and Hunter. Reminding them both that she had Crosshair’s protection. 

Hunter raised his hands to emphasize his point, “I won’t hurt either of you. But we gotta get you both out of here, it’s a long way, and neither of you look so stable on your feet.” He held out a hand in offering, but the two clung tightly to each other. Strange. Crosshair prided himself of never needing anyone, even his brothers. Clearly, they were used to only having each other and a hard time. Hunter retracted his hand. “I’ll be with you the whole way, I’ll do my best to catch you if you fall.” 

She glanced over her shoulder at Crosshair. He’d never told her about his squad, but Hemlock had done his best to pry information about them from him. She knew who they were, and that Crosshair refused to tell anyone about them, but she didn’t know why. She didn’t know if he still trusted them. One nod was all it took to confirm that they were ok, but the anger in his eyes, as he stared Hunter down, told her volumes. 

Days later, Crosshair and Hunter end up in a big argument, no one caught how it started or why exactly, but she can’t stand it. She has to step in. 

“But you still don’t SEE him, Hunter!” 

“You wouldn’t know. You weren’t there.” Hunter defends, his words heavy with his own pain. 

“I know— “

“—She knows.” Crosshair’s reply is curt, angry, and pained, and Hunter notices he won’t hold eye contact anymore, but he’s not sure why. He thinks it has to do with that annoying need to get attention only to ignore it when he does have it. 

“Hemlock had security camera footage,” she says quietly. 

Hunter’s cold, angry exterior begins to soften. “I take it he used it against… when he…uhh…” 

“Sorta,” she confirms. 

Crosshair is staring pointedly at one spot on the ground. There’s nothing there. But he can’t look at anyone right now. Not when thinking about what the two of them went through back there. 

She puts a hand on his arm. 

He tenses beneath her touch, but doesn’t push it off. 

She steps forward, slowly, and leans her head against his temple. 

“We’re both safe now,” Hunter can hear her whisper to him. “I’m okay now.”

What was that second thing she’d said? I’m okay now? Hunter’s mind was reeling. That wasn’t what he was expecting her to say. Had he heard her right? For once, he questioned his heightened hearing. 

She turns the conversation back on Hunter to take the attention off of Crosshair so he has a moment to breathe and return to himself. 

“Hunter, listen, I know you want Crosshair to communicate more. But you know Crosshair prefers to use actions to communicate instead of words. And yet when he does use actions to communicate, you ignore them.”

Hunter is stunned into silence. He has no idea what to say nor what to look for. 

She continues, “You said he aimed his blaster at you before rescuing Omega from the wreckage, and yet you did the same thing back in the training room, right before they destroyed everything.” 

She still pets Crosshair’s head and neck, as he hides his face in her neck, “You said Crosshair didn’t care about any of you, even the kid, after he chose the Empire, and yet he still managed to get a message to you, plan 88, remember?… he was caught and tortured immediately after.”

On her shoulder, she can feel Crosshair’s breathing returning to a normal, slower pattern, but he still needs more time, so she continues, “You know Crosshair never misses his mark, he keeps his target in the crosshairs, hence the name. And yet, whenever he found himself fighting against you boys… well, you’re still here. Doesn’t that tell you a lot?” 

Hunter is staring at his brother now, worry on his face as Crosshair begins to surface from the woman’s shoulder, but she’s not done yet. 

“Do you know how long he waited on that platform on Kamino before the Empire found him? Do you know what it’s like to have that much time alone with your thoughts, and yet he still warned you with plan 88. And you weren’t there when he disappeared in the ice and snow on a frozen world, returning a few days later nearly frozen to death with a dying reg on his shoulder, and then ending his commanding officer when the reg died because no one gave him medical care.” 

Crosshair’s eyes were misty and distant as he turned his body towards Hunter, though he still refused to look at him. “He saved me first.” Was all he said. 

Hunter stepped forward slowly, placing a hesitant hand on Crosshair’s shoulder and raising his eyebrows to tell him he did want to hear more. 

“I stepped on a mine. He saved me first. We were the last troops stationed at the outpost.” 

“Just two men to protect an entire outpost?” Hunter asked, trying to understand what his brother had gone through and what the empire’s strategy was in it. 

“Raiders wiped out the rest. Empire refused to send more. I was the last—” but Crosshair’s voice broke on the last word, he couldn’t finish it. 

Hunter stood there, confused and startled. He’d never seen Crosshair like this. He’d seen him mad and upset as a cadet, but never like this. 

The woman gently tugged Crosshair back towards her so she could whisper in his ear. 

“Then it’s a good thing you’re still here to remember him, to remember them all. Even the ones you never met. I know we can’t get them back, but we can remember them and what they mean to us, regardless of whether we tell anyone else about it.” 

He nodded, and once again hid his face in the crook of her neck as fresh waves of emotion silently racked his body. 

Hunter watched, helplessly. He didn’t know what to do. Until she yanked him over by his wrist, and dragged him to sit down on the floor with Crosshair between them. 

Unbenounced to the three of them, the others had been hiding just out of sight, but close enough to listen in. Tech got up from his spot, crouched beside Wrecker and Echo in the dark hallway, and quietly walked over to the tangle of limbs. Without saying a word, he took off his chest plate and sat down behind Crosshair, their backs pressing together. 

Crosshair did not react, nor give any signal of acknowledgment, but he didn’t need to. Right now, he just needed to let it out. 

After a moment or two, Wrecker and Echo entered too, each doing the same as Tech, joining the group without saying anything, just there, leaning against each other. Even little omega emerged from her room and snuggled in between Hunter and cross, Lula tucked in her arms. 

It took Hunter a long while to think through what he could say that would help, if anything actually could… until he finally settled on a simple sentence, hoping it would be enough. 

“I’m so sorry I was so blind to what you were trying to say, Brother.” 

Crosshair’s grip on Hunter tightened. 

Hunter took that as a good sign. 

“I’ll try to do better,” he offered. 

They woke in the morning, still in a giant cuddle pile on the floor of the ship….

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself! 

[clonebrainrot]

Okay I have been thinking. Now that we basically 100% know Omega isn’t force sensitive. I have been putting some things together.

Omega during season 1 was supposed to be force sensitive. I think that’s pretty obvious but they changed their mind sometime during writing season 2. Her being excellent that one time at shooting, her being incredible at games of skill/chance with very little learned knowledge of the game. Her sensing when crosshair was coming before he actually entered. Her knowing who cid was before cid actually said her name. Her knowing Crosshair would betray the batch before he did.

Stuff like that. However the hints of her being force sensitive really stop after season 1. The only really big one we get in season 2 is actually the opposite. She meditates once in season 2. I forget which episode, but she says something along the lines of I can’t do it the way he described but I like it.

So my best guess is that at some time between season 1 and 2 they changed Omega from being force sensitive to not. And that’s what Ang was talking about in her interview.

Now this raises two interesting questions assuming I am right about season 1 and I really think I am. Why did they decide to take her in a different direction? I get changing it during writing season 1, but they are pretty consistent deep into the season showing hints that she’s force sensitive. So I am very curious what changed Jennifer’s mind on this.

Now the second question this raises is why the Ventress episode? Why the whole your lying line at the end? That’s what really trumps me on this. That’s what I don’t get it. That’s the thing that still makes me wonder.

Anyway would love your guy’s thoughts on this. But that’s what I think happened behind the scenes. I doubt we’ll ever get an official explanation on this, but it’s fun to talk about.

[warsamongthestars]

I became curious about something; how different do you think things would go if someone else but Crosshair had a 'functioning chip'? Say Hunter was the one 'loyal' to the Empire. Because then the rest of the Batch would suddenly stand leaderless for instance. Ignoring the bad writing of the show of course. (Sorry if you've covered this somewhere already.)

I prolly have covered it? I don't think so, but I also don't remember, and I am doomed to inevitably repeat things as all who forget their history are will to do...

I think that the situation is an interesting story to explore.

But if it followed TBB's logic, it would be one that, unfortunately, would inevitably done the same things that occur in TBB, without fail and maybe with only minor to insignificant one-line differences.

( Almost word per word, exactly like a fanfiction rewrite that spends a majority of its time just copy pasting lines word per word without taking it stories into new directions... just merely adding scenes that get a Mature Rating slapped on )

Because TBB is not, in fact, written to tell stories but sell you something for attention and subscription money. It was never going to be deep, it was only going to bank on hype, rush and attention-of-the-moment; and it was never going to follow any kind of character or character arc beyond how it affects their OC and the OC's rival character.

So to follow the lines of this logic, to follow TBB, is to place Hunter as Omega's anime rival... and it would be just like Crosshair's arc, if not exactly. Maybe a change of planet, maybe a change from sniper rifle to combat knife, exchange the energy bow for a vibrosword, but the result wouldn't be any different.

BUT.

If we were to follow the line of thinking, with the idea that unique characters make the plot, they are not made by the plot... And that means following the character as they are introduced and presented, with all implications in mind, with the world build of Star Wars and the set up of the Clone Wars...

And of course, adding the best parts-- human experience and human imagination in a beautifully gruesome mesh-like disaster...

It starts with the fact that the Bad Batch are killers first and foremost. They brag about putting down insurrections and killing the people involved [the Yalbec story from the Bad Batch arc of season 7. The implications behind their bragging are horrifying, so I grabbed popcorn.], as well as the fun additional information that suggests why there was an insurrection [ I'd be pretty pissed too if my giant bug mother was hunted down and killed because her stinger was delicious to some cultures, and even more so if the Republic we're apart of does nothing about it. ]

They all follow the Empire, because its easy. Even better, they're highly regarded for their skills, probably finally get a paycheck with benefits. To the bad batchers, there really isn't much difference between the Empire and the Republic, the Empire is just the Republic with the shackles off anyway, and they're just continuing what they've been doing since deployment.

But because the chip runs on regular clone genome, not their mutant modified brains, that's when conflict would begin arise.

That's the sciencey-bullshit explanation.

The narrative-bullshit explanation, is that the strongest parts of each character can break through the evil-artifact's influence, provided that what is strong about them isn't what the evil-artifact attaches / attacks.

That's a general set up. So let's add your suggestion as a spark point to get stories going moving forward. Setting up the setting is all nice and dandy, but we need Ideas now.

So let's add in the idea that while everyone knows something is probably wrong, but can't quite put their finger on it, they know that there is obviously up with Hunter.

He's colder, he's more vicious, he's not the anxious compulsive snarker now, he's seemingly more a perfect soldier than any reg. Orders are absolute and be damned to anyone in the way.

( It was already noticed that the regs are acting like that too, regardless if they were like that before, and this on the backburner of the minds of the Bad Batch. But because most of the Bad Batchers are "special" (save Echo, who is freaking out) they don't consider themselves to be as knee deep in the cacky as they actually are. )

Echo is the very first one to call it out. He knows something is wrong. His brothers aren't acting right, the Bad batch have been getting these odd headaches, and Hunter has done a total 180. But given that Echo is new, the rest of the Batch try to confront Hunter.

( The jedi are dead. Echo saw the massacre reports and recordings via his new built-in hacking skills. Rex is dead, Jesse is dead, Kix is dead--everyone he has ever known, is gone. And if they're not gone, they are certainly not them anymore. Echo wants desperately to trust his squad--they're the only ones left... )

They send Wrecker first, because its hard to do anything to Wrecker. Wrecker's general warmhearted rough housing, results in being yelled at and given a vicious cold shoulder. Wrecker leaves Hunter alone, and becomes depressed.

Then its Tech, who isn't a socialite by any means, and tries to break the ice, so to speak, with fun information facts he's learned. When Hunter ignores him, Tech skips right into direct confrontation, breaking down that there is something wrong going on and they're in the middle of it, Hunter shuts him down. Tech leaves Hunter alone, and copes by putting his mind to a nearby droid project, and never saying a word to anyone.

Then the big one, Crosshair. Second in command, confident and in control, and the biggest asshole when he has had it with someone. He straight up confronts Hunter, no preamble, though unlike the avoidant Wrecker or the bullheaded Tech in confrontations, Crosshair hits his marks.

"You weren't like this before." "You're acting like a Reg." "Since when did we care about Orders?" "Since when did we care about missions beyond surviving them and the GAR?" "You notice how the Empire is killing regs enmass?" "You're going to led us to our death with that attitude."

( It should be noted, that Hunter's original self, has just enough capacity over his chipped brainwashing to not report his brothers, nor to execute them for defying Order 66. )

( This is not enough, however, to stop him from retaliating with the full force of a wild animal. )

Hunter and Crosshair end up in a fight. Hunter, at his worst, is a vicious dirty fighter who uses his environment and flexibility and stealth, to take down an opponent. He is wicked wiht a knife and small arms, Crosshair's absolute weakness as a primarily long ranged fighter. Hunter, chip or no chip, does not attack to kill his brothers, but Crosshair is dragged to medical afterwards for an "incident with a training droid".

Echo has had enough. Lines have been crossed, he has been told to sit back and wait for the team to handle it, his own feelings are a chaotic mess, and now his alarms are going off.

Whatever is going on with the clone army and with Hunter, its not something that can be reasoned with, and its certainly not something that can be done about when under the scrutiny of these natborn officers.... These new officers who would order public staff executions, and gods knows what else they do to the planets they occupy...

The only decision is to run and maybe, find a way to help from the outside, because they're not doing shit here.

( with dragging of feet and looming disaster in their minds ("We're just, leaving Hunter behind!?"), it doesn't take much for Echo to convince the remaining squad that they can't handle Hunter right now, but maybe, just maybe, they can find help and get him later. )

( "He'll be fine, he has to be fine, they aren't going to kill him because of our failure, that'd just be a... waste of resource," says Echo, "We just need to sell it like its a mutiny." )

They do. Hunter is hard to deal with one on one, but collectively (well, minus a wounded Crosshair) its easy to cause a scene and punch his lights out in front of cameras.

The tricky bit is running to the Havoc Marauder. They are, of course, successful, but not without some strange, unseen, outside help from a blond haired clone cadet we haven't seen up onto this point. To CF99, it just seems like coincidence that the blast doors reopen as they're closing, and that training droids are suddenly flooding hallways.

They fly off.

And that would be... well, at least the first five episodes maybe? No TV show movie or 1 hour episode start, just, full on first quarter of season 1.

This is just my idea of it... but it starts with setting Echo up as the leader of the Bad Batch, and it does not involve Omega having center stage, but merely being an implied part of plot to be revealed later.

As for what happens going forward, that depends on what we want them to face. Do we want them inevidably heading to Wayland? Does Wayland even exist as it does in TBB or is it something else? Does Pabu exist or maybe are we canonizing old media planets into the Disney verse? Does Cid exist or is someone else around?

The best thing about a over arching episodic story... is that you can literally do anything, as long as you know the world build and the rules of the "game". There's a lot more that can be done in the STar Wars sandbox than just rehashing familiar shit for kudos and likes.

But we can set up a few things from what we know prior and from what this set up already has.

Rex is out there, starting the Rebellion, and he's working to free clones--which is perfect in order to get Hunter back. This also sets up the reveal of the chips as well as the fact that it was Fives who discovered them, and it was only by slim chance, that Rex ever escaped in the first place.

Crosshair would understand the logic of leaving Hunter, but the emotional impact of leaving a brother for potential dead, would immediately make him a rival challenging character to Echo. The writing rules of this situation, however, is to make him merely a rival, not a saboteur. Just because someone is a dick, doesn't mean they're going to unscrew the ship engine and tell the enemy where you're at. This is very important to keep in mind.

Each Bad Batcher would have an episode to come to terms with leaving Hunter, facing what their relationship with him meant to them, and dealing with the possibility that he may or may not come back. Part of this is returning to a post-battle Kamino and finding 99 was killed, which would play into why each Batcher is anxious.

Just as well, for emotional character scores that doesn't involve the plot or grief, each Batcher gets an episode to face the galaxy on their own merits, potentially leading them to a finale arc later on for when this initial over-arching plot is over, as a way to either allow the next over-arching plot or to retire the character for now. Rule of writing? It has to bee on their merits alone, not detailing their relationship with their team.

Of course we're going to have team episodes that help define to the audience what kind of relationship with batcher has with one another.

And we're gonna need episodes where the Bad Batchers butt heads with Echo as Echo leads a team that he wasn't a vital part of, and didn't share much history with.

Obviously we have to save Hunter. None of this 3 years separation-dangle-him-in-your-face shit. And Just as the other batchers get their own character episodes, both for their histories and themselves facing the world--Hunter needs those too without the looming threat of the chip. But before we get there, we're going to have fun with his chip episodes but allowing him to have an evil arc with obvious internal conflict--as his true self fights with the evil outside forces controlling his life.

I know I don't like her as she's treated in TBB, but Omega would be an interesting character to use without putting her in the spotlight. We do need someone around who knows their medical. Just maybe she's integral to freeing Hunter...

Because I love a dose of self indulgence, and every writers needs that in their stories, each Batcher gets a Chip episode or Chip Arc in some fashion. Enough to ensure character conflict and growth, and also to inspire fans to create their own Chip AUs. Could be that, because of how CF99 was made, removing their chips are a lot more complicated than just a brain operation on a derelict ship.

New Clones introduced of course. Perhaps those who would've filled in for clones who died in TCWs--like, since Commander Ponds die, who was Windu's new Commander for the rest of the war? And those from TBB, cos let's face it, thems were awesome too. Mayday might just survive this time!

No Guest Characters. If there are, they need to have a serious connection to clones, other wise, someone is robbing story and character for cameo rights, and that's not how you make a story. This is a clone story.

If we're gonna have Rex, we need Cody. Cody needs to be totally chipped as a foremost example of how bad the chip gets. He's meant to serve exactly as he's intended, as he's done in all his appearances, and in this case, he needs to additionally be Rex's rival and antagonist character.

And the final writing rule, the most important one...

Clone stories need to have an element of tragedy and finality. You don't have to kill a main character to get it, but there is no happy ending here.

The happy ending is performed by Luke Skywalker in "Return of the Jedi".

We can only achieve Bittersweet, at best. Everyone can live, and still lose.

Its by this rule, that Order 66 really is the tragedy its born to be and not just an excuse for the plot to get rid of all the Jedi characters.

We should see its direct effects as a clone story, and not just some one handed episode that never becomes relevant again. When this story ends, the loose ends should be on purpose as a message of "Because of the events leading to this story, this rope is permanently cut and can never be tied again. This is not a place of honor, we are survivors of the worst and the world cannot be fixed."

...

I wasn't expecting to write a full episode with a concept board attached, but damn, here you go, a full novel for your question.

[vephyrus]

my goodbye’s to The Bad Batch.

Tech,

your mind is beautiful, and your heart is just as radiant. your selflessness is inspiring, and your drive for knowledge makes me want to know more. some may say that you are stuck up, but i see how much you truly love your family. you may process things differently than others, but you are worthy of the exact same love. i wish i could see your mind process more, i hope that you’re happy. may there be infinite knowledge where you are. you deserve the very best. i love you.

Wrecker,

you inspire me to be strong enough to be gentle. you have a beautiful soul, you make me laugh, and you are worthy of every delicious meal. you have protected your family well, and you have managed to do it with a smile on your face. i’m so proud of you for holding them together. i hope that wherever you end up, it is filled with laughter, full plates, and more excitement than you can wrap your head around. i love you.

Crosshair,

you are so worthy of love, never doubt yourself or your abilities. even if things aren’t necessarily the way they used to be, you are still worthy of love. i see the ways that you care for your family, and you are anything but a cold sniper. i am so proud of you for overcoming everything, even the things you don’t speak about, despite how difficult that may have been for you. i hope that you find rest, i hope that you heal, and i hope that you are happy. you deserve the best, Cross. i love you.

Omega,

you are such a light to your family. never doubt that, and never forget it. your brothers love you so so much, you have given them purpose. you changed them; you have done the best thing that anyone could have done for them. never forget how much you matter. you are so intelligent, beautiful, strategical, and you show so many positive traits of your brothers. there is such a wonderful purpose for you in this huge galaxy. never stop exploring, sweet girl. i love you.

Echo,

you have seen and overcome so much, and you have done an incredible job by remaining kind despite it all. you have always been a good soldier, and i hope that you never forget that. your wisdom, strength, and courage are inspiring. you are worthy of so many gentle and kind things. you work to make things right, and that is such an honorable trait to possess. anyone would be lucky to have you in their corner. i love your heart. i hope that you find the peace that you deserve, you are a good man. you deserve a happy ending. i love you.

Hunter,

you have been a good Sergeant; any team would be lucky to have you at the head. you have led your squad well, and i am so proud of you. never forget how loved you are. never forget how much they love you, and look up to you, and care about you. even when you think that the pressure is alone on your shoulders, you are never alone. the bad things were never your fault. you have grown into an honorable man, putting your family above it all. you have learned so much and come so far, and i am so grateful to have seen you change throughout the journey. you deserve peace, rest, and happiness. i hope that you are happy, wherever you are. i love you.

Clone Force 99 / The Bad Batch,

i love you all so much. i can’t believe that i’m saying goodbye to you all. you have made me feel so seen, you have made me feel like i’m not alone. the way that you love each other is so special; never forget to love each other above it all. look after your family, and honor those who have fallen. you have all been good soldiers, and even better men (and girl). i salute you, and i love you all. may the force be with you.