#hunter is force sensitive and so is omega

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The reasons why I don’t consider the end of the bad batch to be an out and out happy ending don’t just have to do with Tech. It’s also because, as far as endings go, TBB doesn’t really…have one. At least, not any more of one than The Empire Strikes Back.

TBB has so many plots, subplots, and character arcs, some of which were introduced within the runtime of the show and some of which were introduced back in that last season of the clone wars. The only main one of these that gets a real ending is Omega’s childhood arc / Omega coming into her own, and arc that really kicks off in “Cut and Run,” not “Aftermath.” And if we really want to cut this arc into its separate parts, then what you’ve got is Omega learning both how to handle herself and how to even be a kid on the one hand, and Hunter doing his best Cut Lawquane impersonation and trying to provide Omega with a childhood on the other.

And the thing is, despite being fairly under-discussed in the fandom, that Omega arc is pretty well done. (Yes, there’s a couple of questions about her still open—the show somewhat implicitly confirms her as force sensitive in Harbinger, but we don’t find out why we need to know that because that isn’t why Hemlock wants her—but she can show up later without being the main focus or the POV character, and I think she will). Omega going from this little kid who spends her whole life cooped up in a lab, created as an experiment to be exploited and used, waiting for some—her brothers, she hopes—to set her free to becoming this confident little adventure free to live the life she wants to live, to be a kid for the first time in her life, and who is capable of not only saving herself, but also saving other kids stuck in similar situations. It’s very well done and even very well paced. The epilogue is a bookend to that arc of Omega’s, and to Hunter’s relationship with her. She and he get a happy ending, or at least, Omega gets a happy ending, and Hunter achieves the goal he had that revolved around her. That arc is done.

Everything else, though? It’s open-ended. The only recurring characters besides Omega (and marginally Hunter) who get actual exits/resolutions are:

Hemlock, who is the main antagonist for Omega’s arc (we know project necromancer continues from other Star Wars though, and Tarkin may have pulled the funding as far as he knows but he doesn’t actually ever learn what project necromancer is, and neither do we in full, so I suspect that is still ongoing even if Hemlock’s part of it is not.

Emerie, who I’d love to learn more about because she’s interesting and the emotionally abusive implied father-daughter type relationship she has with Hemlock is fascinating, and I hope we see her in some capacity later, but she largely exists to be a dark foil to Omega/give Omega someone to bounce off of in Tantiss/give us a glimpse of what Omega would have been if she’d had someone like Hemlock as her parental figure, rather than Hunter. She’s the version of the little girl who never got out/who Omega likely was back in Nala Se’s lab being given a chance to get out. And it’s her, not any of our non-Omega leads, who gives a whole speech about what she learned on her journey and what her five year plan is. It’s a whole bow to the audience.

Rampart, who screws himself over in his dedication to being a jackass.

And Nala Se, who never really redeems herself, but who passes the Kaminoan torch to Omega in some ways and then gets to take out the man who slaughtered her people.

(I am not including Scorch, because he isn’t really a character as much as he is a cameo of a neat set of armor; or CX-2, because we actually don’t get any kind of resolution with him one way or the other, he’s left dangling (figuratively and literally), and come on you cannot kill a character twice in his first outing and then expect me to believe he’s actually dead the third time. Be real.)

Everyone and everything else, however, is left open. Wrecker, Echo, Crosshair*—listen, Crosshair’s redemption arc is magnificent, but what the finale showed us is that he’s still very much where he was at the very beginning of the season, and has only come so far as knowing the batch will always have a place for him but unable to believe he deserves it or anything besides being tortured to death—the other bit of Hunter’s character arc, Tech (he had, or has, an ongoing arc that wasn’t resolved), Phee, some stuff with Cid, a lot of the criminal network stuff we set up in this series, the rumblings of a clone uprising and the proto-rebellion stuff going on with Riyo and Avi Singh, Rex’s whole deal, the clone agency arc, clone force 99 as a family and not as a squad, and so on and so forth don’t really have endings. And I don’t mean that the resolutions are rushed or bad, I mean that they aren’t there at all and that the end of TBB isn’t even trying to get to them**.

*I think it’s worth noting that Wrecker and Crosshair not only get no lines after Tantiss, they aren’t even there for Hunter’s, “Whatever we want,” line. That line is really for Hunter and Omega, because we know what they want; Crosshair and Wrecker, who have yet to find their purpose outside being soldiers even though they’ve been given a safe haven in which to find it, are off talking to Echo about something we don’t get to hear. Biting.

**One of the current, though I hope not permanent, weaknesses of season three from my point of view is that the time it isn’t spending doubling down on Omega’s arc is spent setting up stuff that hasn’t actually happened yet. Which, given that that other stuff is what the fandom is generally more invested in because, to be fair, it’s really compelling…. It’s great setup. It’s just that I want the payoff. That I believe is coming. I’m just impatient.

So, basically, I guess what I’m saying is that the reason I don’t view the end of TBB as a happy ending isn’t just because Tech isn’t with everyone (though I still think it’s just that he’s not with them yet), it’s because I don’t really think it’s an ending. I’m sort of viewing everything from Clone Wars season seven onwards as sort of part of the same thing, and I’m not expecting a full and complete resolution for the Maul show either. I suspect there are arcs and plot lines that will carry from TBB into the Maul series, and that there are arcs and plot lines from the Maul series that will carry over into whatever’s next, and that what we’re kind of in for is this combination of Rebels style storytelling (heavily serialized storytelling with a focus on a limited cast of characters and an contiguous overarching set of plots and themes) and Clone Wars arcs (POV shifts that allow for far deeper focus on certain characters and seeing the overarching storyline from different angles).

At least, that’s what I’m hoping, and my sort of weird way of looking at it.

(And I do think carrying a story over multiple shows is a somewhat bonkers way to handle things if you want to do a whole plot over the course of many seasons but don’t want to be restricted by shorter streaming shows, buuuuut I also don’t hate the idea. In theory. Time will tell!)

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memes for The Bad Batch 3x08, "Bad Territory"

*spoilers*

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Can i talk about very slightly force sensitive Hunter PLEASE

The Facts

- at least once per episode knowing something’s wrong seconds before it happens

- It’s mostly just that, but someone also pointed out he always knows when Crosshair’s about to show up or say something

That’s the Force, baby, that’s the FORCE

Was it an intentional mutation? Could be, but i think no. Midichlorians barely make sense in-universe and i just think that makes them a difficult thing to study biologically—like its not really genetic, but sometimes it is, and the best reason anyone has for why anyone has different m-counts at all is just “the will of the force”

With the Force, everyone is connected to it, that’s the whole thing. Just some more so than others, in a spectrum. Probably all the best pilots and sharpshooters are just a tiny bit more in tune with it than most people. (I also have thoughts on an even-less-force-sensitive Crosshair, and how it would play a role in his fall)

But Kaminoans notice he has this slight precognition and it goes with a barely above average m-count, and take interest, going in and purposely trying to create a Force-sensitive clone. Making Hunter even more of Omega’s dad

Now, I don’t think this would be really canon to the show, and even if it is I don’t think exploring it fits with the story as it is, and really I enjoy a SW show that stays away from Jedi shit,

But imagine several scenarios:

-Someone (Ventress) explains to Omega, in front of the group, how she knows she has a strong connection to the Force and should be trained, noting things like intuition and precognition, and Hunter shakes his head “That’s not the Force, that’s just normal” like a parent not realizing they have the same mental illness their child was just diagnosed with

-It means that, for the purposes of Project Necromancer, Hunter could take Omega’s place. And he would do it in a heartbeat

[amandamadeathing]

I can't find the original image to reboot and credit, but here you go.

TECH: When I analyzed Omega's DNA, I noticed an anomaly in her blood. Upon further research, she has a high volume of midichlorians."

WRECKER: What does that mean?

TECH: There was a correlation between a "high M-Count" and a Jedi's abilities using the Force.

OMEGA: Does this mean I'm a Jedi?!

TECH: Possibly. You would need extra training by a Jedi to use those skills.

ECHO: I've never noticed she has Force skills.

TECH: I thought her ability to connect with animals was an obvious manifestation of such abilities.

HUNTER: I am sensitive to vibrations. Do I have the Force?

TECH: It seems of the Kaminoans' experimental Clones, only Omega was specifically given a high M-count, which probably explains why she is so valuable to Nala Se and the Empire.

ECHO: Now we know what we're up against. Thankfully, we don't need to collaborate with any suspicious women to get this information. We must find a more secure location to hide. I will contact Rex immediately.

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TBB and Zodiac Signs

• Crosshair is a Scorpio! He is passionate about whatever he sets his signs onto, his heart aiming to put all he can into everything possible. He is perceptive, picking up on everything, even things that most people don't normally take the time to notice. He is emotional, even if he wouldn't ever admit it, often succumbing to his emotional whirlwinds - including being paranoid, hypocritical, and passive aggressive on his worst days. But the man is also fiercely determined and sacrificing, willing to do anything for those that he loves, even at his own detriment...but not without a snarky comment or two, as per usual from our beloved sniper.

• Echo is a Virgo! He is modest, humble, orderly, valuing the logical and organized things in life. He takes the chaos and conflict of everyday fighting and hubbub, and makes it make sense - even if sometimes he obsesses over the little details and becomes a perfectionist. He is an altruistic man with plans to make the world a better place, one rulebook at a time. He is often put in charge of organizing events, or plans, and he gratefully takes on this task because no one does it better than our dear Echo. He won't admit how good he is at just being a good man. But everyone knows it, and tells him so.

• Hunter is an Aries! Aries is the first of the Zodiac, and Hunter is the first of the brothers! Hunter is brave direct, and a natural leader, with a deep sense of justice. On his bad days, he can be aggressive and selfish with his orders, since he is the Sergeant, and may push his own feelings or thoughts onto others, in an attempt to get them to understand, but without proper communication, it just comes out as Hunter being aggressive. But he has everyone's best interests at heart, and he holds his leadership status close to his heart and with age and practice has grown to communicate instead of being so headstrong.

• Omega is a Pisces! Omega was very difficult to place, but I feel comfortable with my placement for her sun sign. Omega is very intuitive, creative, and romantic. Maybe not romantic in the traditional sense, but romantic in the sense of wanting everyone in the universe to get along, and wanting the best for everyone. She has a smart head on her shoulders, but she often gets herself out of situations due to her uncanny ability to be creative with her solutions. She is also so compassionate and sensitive. Sometimes she can be a little unrealistic, but it kind of works out for her in her favor, for the most part. Lucky Omega! May the Force Be With You!

• Tech is an Aquarius! He is very intelligent and inventive, and altruistic, always looking for something to fix, update, improve, or work on. There is always something to do for him! Unfortunately, due to his highly intelligent brain, and a little due to his personality, he can be a little emotionally detached and impersonal, instead focusing on the physical aspect of the world rather than the emotional. That's no problem, however! He helps out however else he can without complaint! He is irreplaceable and he secretly fixes gadgets and weapons that need updating, even without asking. He notices the little things and gets them done. He can do literally anything he puts his mind to.

• Wrecker is a Leo! Wrecker is brave, playful, fun, and warm! In all the right ways, this man is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine. He is protective about his loved ones and generous with them, a gentle giant. But if he isn't reigned in, he can become egotistical and a show-off about his abilities, being vain about the things that he can do that the others can't do. It's not fair, and he knows that, but sometimes it's nice for him to have that attention. And when he gets stubborn? Forget about it. If his mind is set, that's it. He's a good-hearted family man, though, and everyone loves him. Of course.

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Characters:

I just kinda made things up for them/their personalities. Sorry if it's weird or cringe. Also.... sorry to be another "Alpha I.N." story as well but I like the idea lol

Omega Y/N L/N

- Bought at a young age by the Nyko pack. 

- Abused by them (mostly the alpha) and forced submission (almost died from a sub drop once).

- Lived with them for nearly ten years.

- Convinced you that the neighboring packs are worse than he is....they would kill her just for being on their property unwelcomed.

GREENRIDGE PACK

Alpha Chan

Leader of the Greenridge Pack

Amber eyes, black hair

True Alpha known to be ruthless

Rumour is he killed his older brother to be Alpha (did not, was there when he was murdered and got blamed)

Protective of his own 

Secretly a softie for those he holds dear - barely sleeps worrying over his pack

Doesn’t do well with disobedience/defiance

Usually with Jisung or Seungmin during his ruts

Alpha Minho

Second to Chan

Menace

Brown hair, dark eyes

Doesn’t open up to people easily

Refuses to submit to anyone but Chan

Helps guide Jeongin and teach him how to control his Alpha urges

House chef

Favors Jisung to help with his rut

Gets aggressive leading up to and during his ruts if he doesn’t get what he wants

Beta Changbin

Head Beta

Dark hair, dark eyes

Keeps the other Betas in check

In charge of training to keep everyone in shape and fight ready

Also does interrogation with Minho and tortures if needed

Intimidating but softie

Gets babyish and pouty leading up to his rut (and during)

Pouts and begs for Hyunjin to help with his rut (eventually Hyunjin reluctantly caves)

Beta Hyunjin

Quiet, keeps to himself

Best tracker and hunter

Black hair, dark eyes

Tech savvy and good at reading people

Becomes clingy and touchy leading up to and on his rut, slightly aggressive during it. Very jealous

Prefers Felix or Changbin during his ruts

Beta Jisung

Loud and boisterous

Brown hair, dark eyes

Impulsive and acts without thinking a lot

Has the messiest room

Gets aggressive leading up to his ruts and Only minho gets thru to him.

Prefers Minho during his ruts

Beta Felix

Sweet and kind

Blonde hair, blue eyes

VERY Sensitive to emotions

Trusts too easily

Usually helps Minho with cooking

Training to be pack medic with Doc Quinn

Prefers Minho or Seungmin during ruts (likes it rough)

Very emotional leading up to and during his ruts and exhausts himself worrying about everything.

Beta Seungmin

Laid back and even tempered. Takes awhile to get a rise out of him.

Light hair, dark eyes

Reads often and likes photography

Leading up to his rut, his tolerance is shorter and he gets lazier. 

Usually gets help from Minho or Felix with his rut

Alpha Jeongin

Newly presented alpha

Was thought to be a beta originally

Dark eyes, dark hair with highlights

Eager to learn from Minho

Does well with just the boys - only an occasional loss of temper

Still training and practice with Omegas, pheromone control, and urges

Gets antsy and quick tempered leading up to and during ruts

Usually has Chan or hyunjin help him

They are all mates with each other so yeah LOL

I'm VERY OT8 for SKZ but I do have a bias....hopefully I don't make it obvious :)

Doctor Quinn

Pack medic

Also helps with a few other ally packs but priority is Greenridge

35 years old

Been tending to injured since she was 15

Rogue Beta

NYKO PACK

Alpha Lewis

Leader of the Nyko Pack

Has 2 little brothers in the pack: Hayes and Milo

Pack also contains 4 other betas and 3 omegas (including y/n)

Used y/n for his own needs and couldn’t care less about her 

Keeps her locked in the basement until he’s ready to use her.

Ruthless and feared by most the neighboring packs. No one dares to cross him

Took over 2 neighboring packs and expanded his territory, gaining their numbers as well

Alpha Hayes

Little brother of Lewis

Alpha in training

Older than Milo by 1 year

Beta Milo

Little brother of Hayes and Lewis

With Hayes always doing the alpha’s bidding

Other Betas:

Samuel

Triston

Frankie

Mallory

Omegas:

Y/n

Asher

Harper

[snotbuggle]

Omega when she gets to jail and realizes that she now has to big sister four other children. One of which is nowhere near her age.

Going to try and condense some more serious thoughts about these episodes down below so I can avoid spoiling someone as much as possible and not post a dozen times. I don’t want to miss tag any one of those.

Jex/Jek?? I can’t completely remember his name, but the mirialan kid is for sure not going to trust her at all. Can’t say much for the pantoran kid since they haven’t shown much of them so far, but Eva is going to love her.

I think the mirialan kid is definitely going to be skeptical of Omega’s prior knowledge of the facility, Emerie, and why they’re there. Although he might overlook these things hanging on her promise that her brothers will get her, and in turn them, out of there. I can’t help but wonder what Omega and the others will think after about a week and there still not being a rescue. (These two are assuming that she will be placed with the other force sensitive children. Although she may be moved since her blood actually works for project Necromancer)

Crosshair is definitely going to hear it from Hunter. ESPECIALLY after he threw Hunter’s past failure to keep her out of Tantiss in his face. What I think will weigh on his conscience more though is the fact he thinks she’ll be alone this time. In a way she definitely will, but I have no doubt that he realizes he was probably the highlight of her day. He was probably the one thing that kept her hopeful even if he tried to talk down on her and get her to leave. Yes, she had hope that Hunter and Wrecker would find her, but she also needed someone there with her. A familiar face and not someone who just revealed they were your sister out of the blue. Her situation has changed, but Crosshair doesn’t know that. The Crosshair guilt is going to be so real in these last episodes.

Switching gears, CX agents are always a cool and interesting topic for me. While the identity of CX-2 isn’t usually as engaging, I have to say that I’ve drifted from the standpoint of “there’s no way that’s Tech” to “it’s a possibility” over the course of the last two episodes. I’ve seen some fun ideas for who it is otherwise. Personally, I think that they’re probably just another copy paste man with no autonomy anymore.

ANYHOW! I haven’t seen anyone talk about it much, but the scene with Hemlock reviewing the CX agent data and the capsule has me thinking a little harder on their creation/conditioning. The way Hemlock talks about the other operatives as well. “The others aren’t ready to join you” (paraphrasing) seems to show that after the mental conditioning through obviously brutal means, it takes a load of time to physically condition the agents. Seeing as CX-1 was most likely initiated around the same time as Crosshair (I choose to believe that they were near each other’s tables which is why they’re familiar), that took around five months to half a year. In that time span there had to be a lot of soldiers who Hemlock saw fit to be “reprogrammed” but we see very few operatives throughout. This means that if they make it out of mental conditioning, physical conditioning is most likely very dangerous and often times fatal. I’d like to draw attention to the capsules as a part of that physical conditioning. There were several capsules that Hemlock was observing, along with the foggy one that is most likely that new Huyang-lookin-ass operative. If these capsules are the final stage of physical conditioning, it adds meaning to CX-2’s first line, “Why have I been activated?” (Once again paraphrasing). Although the capsules could be for something else entirely.

Also a bit of a gripe, why in the world do you need a new secret-secret operative, Hemlock? You have the commandos, and then the first X troopers, now the CX’s, and what? You wanted a new one? I can’t tell if this man is an overachiever or just way too absorbed into the advanced trooper rabbit hole. Also for you Tech theorists, it’s kinda suspicious that he makes a new version of agents isn’t it? Almost like there’s something…deviant about him?

Completely side tracking here, I really like Phee’s awareness in the station. Yeah she didn’t hear the blaring alarm, but she was in a room where it’d be hard to hear anyways. However, when she got back she felt something was off about the ramp. We’ve seen how slick CX-2 is, so her noticing something is up was a nice touch imo. Also was very appreciative of her caution and readiness with her knife. I love when female characters get to be aware of their surroundings and ready to throw hands if things go south.

In conclusion, thank you for listening to my dump-rambling. I’ve been trying to keep my lips shut so I don’t miss tag anything and spoil it for someone (because I know that I’ll forget to tag everything right). I hope Wrecker is okay. And even if I’m not a Tech CX theorist, I have to admit that I’ve been seeing some fairly strong parallels.

[gardens-dogs-starwars]

Ok, we know Brad and Jen and co aren't bad storytellers-on the contrary, they have hooked all of us, haven't they? But there's only 4 episodes left and so many plot points to wrap up: Tech reveal (who the hell else says "domicile"???), Omega's potential force sensitivity, Emerie, the clone rebellion, zillo beast, Cross' hand and now the potential that Hunter and Wrecker will think he could have handed Omega over to the Empire, etc...I am calling it now, we're getting a long episode on May 1 and we're getting a clone rebellion series with Rex and Echo taking center stage and the Batch as minor recurring characters (maybe more if we're lucky??) announced on May 4th.

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You’re Mine: Chapter 16 - Christopher Reed x Reader

Summary: You’re Chairman Go’s omega granddaughter who knew and dated alpha Christopher Reed as a teenager when you lived in the US, well aware of his yandere tendencies and accepted it. You lost contact but reunited due to various chairmen of different countries agreeing to an experiment to pair high-ranking alphas with high-ranking omegas in hopes to produce more Hunter based families. Reed came back for you and utilized his rank to make sure you’re his chosen omega for the project. Adventures of alpha yandere!Reed and his omega.

Warning: Unrepentant yandere!Reed. Obsessiveness. Possessiveness. Overprotectiveness. Manipulation. Acceptance of yandere behavior by reader. Sexual situations. Brat taming? Kind of.

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“Fuck,” Christopher swore as he thrusted his cock into your wet cunt. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly in your bedroom. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. He couldn’t get enough of you. You were just so addicting to him. All he could think about sometimes was how much he wanted to keep fucking and knotting you and keep you in your nest safe and happy where you belonged entirely to him. Your hands were scrambling to hold onto the sheets, gasping at how good Christopher was making you feel with some pain from being overstimulated. He moved a hand down to rub at your clit finally giving you enough stimulation for you to orgasm again. You gushed around his cock as you cried out in ecstasy, tears trailing down your face, your mate making sure you felt good before he focused on himself. Your bed sheets were soaked with your sweat, slick, and cum.

“Alpha,” you whimpered, broken sobs coming out, as you came down from your high as he kept thrusting into you, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing very slightly, making you gasp and squeeze his cock in response. He swore again. You were overstimulated from the multiple rounds the two of you had started since you finished arguing. The makeup sex was great. Your alpha sure was sexy, because fuck, he did a fantastic job of fucking you into submission. You felt dazed but still wanted to chase the pleasure only he could give you. He could ask anything of you, and you’d give him whatever he wanted. The last time you could remember feeling like this was when you had shared your heats with him.

“Just one more, pretty omega. One more,” he moaned out as he thrusted as deep into you as he could. “Pretty mate, please just let me come inside you one more time,” he pleaded, starting to feel his cock throbbing in a way that he knew he was going to come soon. He was pussydrunk at that point. He had to knot you at least one more time. “Please, my pretty mate!”

“It’s too much! You said that two rounds ago,” you whined, babbling, pain and pleasure warring in you. Your words were starting to slur. Yet, you shifted your hips to give him a better angle to thrust into, placing your legs on the sides of his hips, which he then used both hands to grip onto your hips, leaving behind faint marks, thrusting and grinding harder. He lifted you by the hips slightly off the bed, and you shrieked as his cock hit your g-spot, which he kept ramming into after that. You moved your hands to grip tightly onto his shoulders to gain some semblance of control as he leaned over you. 

Suddenly, he became mean and growled out, “I told you I was going to fuck the brattiness out of you. So. I. Will.” He gave a harsh thrust at each word, groaning, before he kissed you, shoving his tongue sloppily into your mouth without stopping his thrusting. His knot started swelling causing you to give a high pitch moan that he swallowed. Christopher broke away from you only to bite at your mating mark, and you nearly shrieked again as you came once more at the same time he did, already sensitive from your last few orgasms. You felt his knot tie the two of you together once more which prolonged your own orgasm as you felt his cum flood into you. You sobbed out of pleasure and pain, and he rumbled to calm you down. 

There was a sheen of sweat that covered the both of you, both of you rather sticky. He nudged you lightly once you got ahold of yourself as he balanced over you, making sure not to crush you. “Still want to be a brat?” He was exceptionally pleased with himself at how he made you look so fucked out. You were so beautiful. 

“Nope!” you chirped back at him out of breath, feeling happier even if there were a few tears still trailing down your face, causing him to let out a chuff, himself still panting. You would listen to him. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you with how he had been. You just had some bottled up feelings that when he did make you frustrated, you took everything out on him when you normally didn’t. You knew you were rationalizing what he did, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you were destined to be crazy too as Christopher’s imprint because you accepted so much of him being unhinged. 

So, to help yourself, you needed to get used to being with someone and the compromises that came from it. Although Christopher would have the last word as your imprinted alpha mate, he'd try to do his best for you. The only compromises the two of you managed was that you would be included when he and Sean wanted to do something online that involved you, and that he would take you out sometimes himself, excluding the time he needed to do high ranking raids. That amounted to at least twice a week even if he wished it was only twice a month, and as long as Sean and Julia or Jordan would go when he wasn’t around to accompany you all, then that was fine. However, you could only go out twice a week as the non-negotiable limit. He’d go along with all of you as much as needed to keep an eye on you.

The two of you continued panting as he finally allowed you to rest after all the orgasms he gave you. You had lost count of how many orgasms you experienced altogether. Your legs were shaking from it all. The two of you had been going at it for the past few hours, and you were exhausted. Marathon sex wiped you out every time the two of you had done it even with your healing capabilities helping you. Christopher’s stamina had always been something else before and after he awakened. 

He wrapped you in his arms as comfortably as he could, nuzzling into you, humming. You closed your eyes enjoying the sound of him and the sandalwood scent of his being all over you. 

Christopher licked at your neck scent glands leisurely, basking in the mixture of his scent with yours and how you smelt of him more than ever since the two of you got back together. His beard tickled your skin as he kept lapping at your neck. Even after you bathed, you would continue to smell heavily of him, much to his and his alpha’s satisfaction. You two stayed there for a bit longer before Christopher was able to pull out of you, his cum having marked your insides and thighs as his cum mixed with your slick slowly dripped out of your cunt and down your thighs.

The two of you went to take a bath after Christopher had you hydrate some. You laid there in the tub against him, boneless, as he washed the both of you. You were so tired but glad that he stopped after the last round of sex. It wasn’t like when you were in heat where you had the extra energy to go multiple rounds with him with no pain. Your heat was due a month after you arrived in America. Christopher mentioned his rut would happen around the same time, so that would be interesting.

You were going to pass out at the rate you were going, and your vagina was sore, but soaking in warm water helped some and how little you could heal at that moment. In fact, you wanted to take another nap before dinner later that night. You’d just get Christopher to pack for you since he was back to looking like he recovered already. Stupid national hunter stamina, you scowled for a second at the thought.

“I wanna nap.” You yawned as he helped you out of the tub and dried you off. You just let him do what he wanted to at that point. You were officially too tired to do anything else. He helped you into house clothes and brought you to your computer chair where you sat while he changed the sheets before he carried you onto the bed. Christopher immediately wrapped your blue blanket around you and hauled you into his arms. “Can you finish packing the stuff I told you that I needed to pack?” you asked him as you cuddled close to him, eyelids starting to droop as exhaustion hit you hard. It was unfair that he was still raring to go while you wanted to sleep.

“Sure.” Christopher kissed your forehead, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head affectionately. He was pleased that you didn’t seem upset at him anymore. He had been worried that you’d hang onto your anger longer, but he was glad that you seemed to have let it go. He couldn’t stand it when you didn’t want to be affectionate with him. 

“Just do it when I’m asleep. Hopefully, I won’t have nightmares.” You yawned again. Christopher's face soured for a moment at being reminded of your nightmares. He scented you with his scent glands sending you into a scent high to comfort the both of you. “Love you,” you said as you drifted off. It took no time after that for you to fall asleep. 

Christopher waited a while simply holding you close with a quiet “love you” on the tip of his tongue that he didn’t say because you fell asleep so fast. He reluctantly untangled you from him, so he could do some chores around the cottage while you slept. The faster he did it while you napped, the more time he got to spend with you without needing to worry about chores and other things you needed to do before you officially moved in with him. His alpha howled in triumph as his omega would soon be in his den, and you would build your nest within it, showing that you were his mate, that you trusted him enough to have your nest within his domain. Less than a week, and you’d be all his in his and your own space. Sure, the others would drop by, but your home would just be the two of you with no connected house where two other people lived. 

With him around, you slept like the dead unless you were awakened by your nightmares because your subconscious linked Christopher being there as external safety, so you didn’t need to be so alert, and you were a deep sleeper even as a child. You did train yourself to awaken should there be feelings of danger, but your body reacted like you didn’t need to with Christopher around. In that sense, your omega kept you asleep to try to recover as best you could, especially with the constant nightmares. With Christopher being with you, you did get some reprieve from the worst of your reactions to nightmares besides that one night. Even if it took time, the mating bond had slowly been helping you recover faster than before.

It was a few hours later that your eyes snapped open making a noise of discontent as you awoke from your nap. Within seconds, Christopher was at the edge of your nest peering at you. You just gave him your gimme clenching hand motions so he’d come pick you up. He quirked a brow at the fact that he didn’t need to calm you down, but he’d take it. He picked you up and held you like he always did after a nightmare: an arm beneath your bottom and his other around your back holding you close as you clung back with your arms and legs around him. You loved him carrying you. It made you feel protected as your alpha was so strong that he lifted and held you in his arms like you weighed nothing.

“Are you okay?” 

“Hmmm…I had a bad dream but not like a super terrible nightmare, so that’s good. Wasn’t something that I felt like I needed to freak out about.”

“That’s a good sign. Maybe now your naps will improve soon, so you'll be able to get more sleep.”

“I hope so.” You looked at the time from over his shoulder. “Oh, I actually slept a few hours this time. Dinner will be ready in another hour.”

“I was surprised you slept that long. I finished packing what you wanted. Your grandfather just needs to mail it over. The boxes are in the living room,” Christopher told you as you nuzzled your face against his neck, getting his scent on you. 

“Thank you! I was stressed about it, especially with how emotionally charged today was.” 

“I got it. Did you need me to take care of anything else?”

You shook your head in response. You then lightly pushed at his shoulders a bit, and he put you back down onto your nest and crawled in with you. The two of you laid there for a while, you had your head and one of your hands on his chest, and he had an arm around you with the other combing his fingers through your hair. You could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart, and it made you feel better from your bad dream already. You purred at how comfortable you felt, and he rumbled back. Knowing that Christopher was alive and taking care of you took a lot of the fear away for you. “We should get ready. We have fifteen minutes,” you said as your gaze flickered to your clock. The two of you could laze around together for hours and would be happy spending time together like that, but you had prior commitments.

“And whose fault is that?” He grumbled. He just wanted to tie you down to your nest and never leave it until you two left for America and holed yourselves up in your new home.

You laughed at how reluctant he sounded to be going to these meals. “It’ll only be the next couple of days. We leave on Saturday, and today is Tuesday. I need to spend as much time with grandpa and Jaejoong as I can,” you said. You rubbed your neck and wrist scent glands across his chest. 

Christipher rumbled in response before he sighed and patted your low back. He gave you a kiss before you completely got off him. You stretched before going to get ready while healing the hickies on your neck only for Christopher to snatch you by the waist and licked at your mating mark for a few seconds. He didn’t like how you kept healing the hickies he gave you. You would stop healing them when you moved in with him, but you knew your grandfather hated seeing them, so you kept healing the hickies.

The two of you then used the bathroom, and you put on a clean bra and one of your own house shirts, (you didn’t think your grandfather would like to see you in one of Christopher’s shirts), and brushed out your hair as Christopher threw on a shirt and ran a hand through his hair a few times. You’d do a final round of laundry for the both of you on Friday evening and then finish packing your suitcases that had clothes for the first week and some fancy ones for the conference that you were taking on the flight with you. 

You were taking an afternoon flight. Something, something about Choi taking his private jet, and that you all were going with him. Jinchul and Christopher had the itinerary and knew what to do, so you left it at that. They would guide you and let you know what was going on when you needed to know. You weren’t worried about it. 

The day after you arrive in America, Christopher was taking you to get the imprint mating bond test, then two days after that was the conference for two weeks, then whatever the beta trio had planned for the next couple of days after that, and finally the two of you could relax and do nothing until he needed to actually do something. Christopher was excited about the last part. He would be back at the mansion where he could get back into his routine, and he would have you all to himself. He was going to finally be living his dream.

Julia and Sean were going to take you clothes shopping after the third day that you needed to attend the conference since you planned so you would skip the fourth day before going to the rest of the days of the conference to hang out with Jinchul who still had to babysit Choi. Christopher was tagging along too. Couldn't have other alphas sniffing around you as you try on clothes nor would he let you go to the conference with only Jinchul. He just knew Andre and Liu would harass you if he wasn’t there. 

Sean had fun sending Christopher and you blog articles and forums that were showing that you already had growing popularity in America for one reason or another much to Christopher’s irritation and your perplexity. You didn’t understand why you would be popular in America, but people liked you from what they heard about you. Many were gossiping about how Christopher was the cold and distant alpha who only thawed for his omega imprint like you would see in romance books. You had a good laugh at that one because, while true, the fact that people loved the personality combination enough to discuss your relationship online was a bit funny to you. You were glad that for the most part, it wasn’t as derisive as Korean online forums could be. 

There were some haters, but Sean was already taking care of that. You all knew Christopher wasn’t taking chances and relied on Sean to keep watch online about any threats in regard to you. It was mostly about how some alphas in particular didn't believe that you were Christopher’s imprint and that you tricked him into mating you. It was clear that they were jealous of you and wanted Christopher for themselves the more you read their posts. You had roared with laughter, wheezing, practically crying at how ridiculous those posts were. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be upset because of how stupid their complaints were. As if Christopher would be tricked like that. Sean knew you’d like that one. Christopher wasn’t amused at all. There was a dark glint in his eyes that made you and your omega uneasy, so you ignored it as best you could and focused on the hilarity of it all.

Omegas had backed off from the idea of having Christopher for themselves if not all. Omegas were taught to respect an imprint bond, and that’s one thing only the most depraved omegas would be willing to challenge the idea of you being Christopher’s imprint, but you doubted that any omega would be that depraved. When young, many omegas wanted to be part of an imprint bond, so when it comes out that an alpha imprinted, omegas backed off from the alphas forever or until it’s revealed that it wasn’t an imprint bond. 

Christopher knew, if anything, alphas were going to be the one that continued to be a problem for both of you but hopefully wouldn’t be once you two confirmed being imprints. Even then, some alphas didn't care and would continue going after the alpha or omega in an imprint bond. It didn’t mean as much to other alphas unlike omegas who valued it sentimentally, so they didn't step on one another’s toes. Some alphas would try to take even when the recipient didn’t want them to. Therefore, Christopher still didn’t want to risk it, so he wanted you to remain at the mansion with him or be chaperoned by someone else namely Sean, Julia, and Jordan if his mate would get her head on straight and realize what she agreed to years ago in order to be Jordan’s mate. If Jinchul stayed in America, he’d let your best friend chaperone you. Jinchul was currently the only one besides him who seemed capable of dealing with you getting into trouble. The rest would learn eventually. Even Christopher had trouble the past few weeks in dealing with your troublesome situations.

Jordan had made it a stipulation that he’d protect his alpha’s omega with his life, if need be, and Katie agreed. But now they were fighting about it because she wanted to walk back that agreement, which Jordan was starting to get pissed about. He had been wanting to be packmates with Christopher for years. Jordan knew the time was getting closer to his goal of being in a pack with his best friend of nearly twenty years, as Christopher’s only childhood friend for a long time, and he didn’t want his mate being the reason he couldn’t attain one of his major life goals since he was in middle school. Katie knew that, so he didn’t understand why she was going back on pretty much everything she agreed to when Jordan laid out the rules of your pack to her. He told her it was non-negotiable. Either she accepted it, or he would do it without her blessing. For her sake, Jordan hoped she would come around. Christopher wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense if she directed her ire of the situation towards you.

There was a trinity of what Christopher held close on how to be with you. He had their currently unofficial pack revolve around protecting you because that was Christopher’s main goal for them. The only thing above that for Christopher himself was to love and take care of you, and the rest of them did that too in the platonic sense. Moreover, all of them liked you, and they knew from FaceTiming you that within the core group of five, it would be fine, and everyone could get along in the end. While it had been a long time, it was like almost no time had passed except some maturing and everyone looked older. If needed, Christopher would make what he wanted as law anyway. You were fine, so if there were a problem, it’d be the others who needed to adapt. Christopher would make it so.

[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.

[star-farer]

white lies and dear laughter

Summary: Naive little clones will ever be teased by fond fathers. AU: A Protostar in Plastoid Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @groguandthebadbatch @sskim-milkk @leapingbadger

Author's Note: A Merry Christmas to each and every one of you! Apologies for how late this has been released, but I did want to write one as a Christmas present all the same! Hope you all had a wonderful and blessed Christmas!

Wrecker, munching on his third ration bar of the hour (courtesy of Crosshair having pilfered extras from the mess hall), found himself under the squinty-eyed scrutiny of their youngest one quiet evening on Tipoca City. Or as quiet as a forever-storming planet could get, at least.

“Buir,” said Omega, standing on her tiptoes with one little hand holding his shoulder for balance, gently poking the side of his face, “Wha’ happen’ to your ear?”

The sounds of Tech’s tinkering came to a halt; Hunter’s mug of tea paused halfway to his mouth; Crosshair pulled the red paintbrush away from the pauldron with tense shoulders. The fabric of time pinched in a grimace, hanging suspended for what seemed like one very long moment. A silence spanned the distance between the brothers across the barracks, thick enough to be cut into neat cubes and given to keep Clone Force 99 (hungry daughter included) full for an entire week.

But Wrecker had been waiting for this question for a very long time.

And by that, he meant ever since he'd first held her.

“Oh,” he said, swallowing his bite of ration bar and laughter. It took a significant amount of willpower not to grin, but he managed it all the same, ducking his head just in case his face betrayed him.

“You ate it, tracyn.”

Hunter choked on his tea.

One of Tech’s fingers lifted with his fisted hand in that way it always did before a lecture, but a paintbrush struck his goggled face before he could say anything else.

Crosshair glared at him to shut up unless you want more red paint across your cheeks.

Frowning, Tech took the hint.

“What?!” Omega squeaked, drawing back a little to search his face

“Wrecker,” Hunter reprimanded weakly, shaking with coughs.

Wrecker only looked back at her with what he hoped was a convincing show of sincerity. “Uh-huh! You were real hungry one night, so you snuck up to my bunk and chewed my ear right off.”

Little mouth agape, she turned back to poke at the scarred shell of his ear once more. He didn’t register much feeling there anyways, but she was still very careful when she touched the area.

“An’ wha’ ‘bout this one?” she demanded, her eyebrows knitting together. He heard more than felt her finger tapping the atrophied skin close beside his ear, the soft and muted little thuds of her fingertip against his bone like the way a heart beat against a sternum.

He shrugged. “You screamed so loud one night it made my skin fall off.”

That made her go very quiet as she stared at the side of his head. The barracks fell into yet another bout of heavy silence, all four of the clones giving their whole attention to the girl by Wrecker’s side. The rain outside was loud and insistent, muffled though it was by the thick transparisteel. It felt like a collective breath was being held, the anticipation of Omega’s reaction simply too great to bear.

For a second, he wondered if he’d gone too far.

Her finger trailed along his scars, ever so tender in the way it traced out crooked shapes and patterns. “Hurts?”

Well, hurt isn’t the exact word a clone commando would use, least of all a 99 enhanced for strength. Itchy, yes. Sensitive, maybe a little. Sometimes there was a dull ache around the region, other times it felt like he was standing right next to a star going supernova.

But he’d given Omega enough to think about for one rotation, he decided, so he settled on simplicity. “A little, ya know? Sometimes.”

A small, sad noise erupted from the back of her throat, and she looked into his mismatched eyes earnestly, her brown gaze sparkling. “Can I kiss it better?”

He blinked, startled.

Then smiled, warm and true, affection melting his heart.

“’Lek Om’ika,” he laughed fondly, “You can kiss it better.”

And like the sun piercing through Kamino’s storms, her face lit up bright, her mouth spreading in a wide and toothy grin.

Once more pushing up to her tiptoes, even though he bent for her sake, she reached up and pecked, ever so kindly and sweetly, first his temple and then his ear.

“All better,” she declared triumphantly, leaning back and patting the scars.

Past her happy face and over her bouncing curls, his brothers were all watching with a soft joy that was common in her presence. He wondered if he looked anything like them when he gazed at her, then quickly dismissed that thought as stupid because of course he did.

With yet another hearty laugh — something else that was common in her presence — he hooked an arm around her little form, drew her close, and pressed a lingering kiss to one round cheek, smiling when she squealed and giggled.

“Everything’s always better with you, ner ik’aad.”

[stars-n-spice]

RAAAAHH BAD BATCH SECOND GENERATION!!

Behold! Silly Squad ten(ish) years later after the rescue on Mt. Tantiss!

Or aka my "Somehow the clones magically age normally and Tech is alive" AU in which they all get happy endings and their own families :)

And yes the cadets and Sami also get adopted by the families :D

I will probably post more in depth things about each individual family later but there's some basic information like what their lives are like on Pabu, what the kid's names mean, how they got adopted, and so on about each under the cut!

Guardians Family - The Yuns

Hunter and Jung decided to adopt Mox and Sami (who didn't want to go back to her family)

Later they find and adopt Huihana, thus completing their family!

But it doesn't account for all the other kids Jung and Hunter have adopted mentally and spiritually since they run a school on Pabu

Huihana means "lily/lotus" in Maori and 'Hana' means "one" in Korean

Huihana is half human and half Mirialan - later on when she's older she'll get tattoos similiar to Sami, Mox, and Jung's

Huihana is two years old and the youngest of the Second Gen kids

Mox gets the Pantoran facial tattoo to match with his sister :)

Sami ends up being Jung's padawan basically and ends up adding to her facial tattoo to match the ones Jung has

The family runs a school/camp! Mainly for Force sensitive kiddos, but Hunter also teaches them practical stuff as well

Hunter and Jung are the last of the couples to get "married"

I say "married" because they're already practically married (in a QPR) but they have a whole celebration for the sake of Omega

ScompScope Family - The Cossas

Echo and Viram decide to adopt Deke after he starts to join them on their missions with Rex and Chuchi

And then they have two sons of their own - Tikan and Zisanu - once they feel they've done their part and finally settle down

Put the three together and you get "Dee," "Tee," and "Zee" (that was a complete coincidence btw)

Tika[n] means 'Heavy' in Tsonga

Zisanu means 'Five' in Chichewa

Yeah, their names are meant to honor Hevy and Fives :) I thought it would be fitting

Rex is their godfather (and is totally not bitter about them not being named after him, totally not at all)

Echo and Viram continue to do rebellion work for a while before finally deciding to settle down once their part is done

Every now and then they do go and help Rex though, usually they'll take Deke with them and leave the two others with their Tíos since they're still kinda young (T and Z are not super happy about it)

When they're on Pabu, Echo helps wherever he can and Viram continues her work as a medic and helps out at the clinic

Third of the group to get married - they'd already waited long enough and they decided it was better late than never because they'd pushed off their relationship for the sake of their duties

Starburst Family - The Nultez Clan

When you have a clone and a Mandalorian as parents, you're going to have a TON of kids

Khea had already taken Itri as a Foundling before her and Wrecker got married

Wrecker and Khea adopt Stak in a heartbeat and he becomes a Foundling as well

Marama and Maia are twins (32 minutes apart) and are absolute trouble makers

Marama means "moon/bright" in Maori (fitting with the Star motif of Khea)

Maia means "brave/confident" in Maori (fitting of her personality and her parents')

Elio means sun (again fitting with the star motif of Khea, and going alongside Marama)

Dha'ika is Khea's cat and Lula is the kids' cat

But to be fair, they have a TON of other pets

They basically run a farm on Pabu - Khea still is a mechanic on the side and helps fix things up around the island

First to get married - they'd been dating the longest and it was spontaneous

Techphee Family - The Genoa Family

You do NOT want to mess with the Genoa siblings - they're a force to be reckoned with; intelligent as all hell, charming as fuck, witty, resourceful, talented pilots - they have it all

Except for good eyesight :/

Vela is farsighted

Rangi is nearsighted

Vela means "viligant/watchful" but it's also the name of a constellation taken directly from the Latin word for the sail of a ship (which is fitting considering Phee is a pirate and Tech and her are both phenomenal pilots)

Rangi means "Sky/heavens" in Maori (again, fitting that pilot thing)

Honestly, Rangi is just Mutant Mayhem Donnie if I'm being 100% honest with you (even his voice, I imagine it to sound like Micah Abbey's)

This family is all over the place - while they have somewhere to stay on Pabu, usually they're out exploring the galaxy together and doing various fun (dangerous) things

They practically live in Phee's ship - and they love it honestly

They always bring back souvenirs and stories for everyone whenever they return back to Pabu

Second of the group to get married - you can bet that after supposedly losing Tech, Phee made sure to tie him down and put a ring on him

Sharpshooters Family - The Marr Family

Last ones to adopt because Tay's not confident he's good with kids (it's the one thing he actually doesn't think he's good at)

Because of Tay's insecurities, Crosshair was fine with it just being them but deep down he really did want a kid

So when he was out on a mission helping Echo and stumbled upon an orphan, he didn't hesitate

Took a while for Tay to accept it though because he was terrified he might hurt their new daughter or something, but he soon proves to be a natural

Meet Akona Marr! She's half Nautolan and half Pantoran!

Akona means "to enthuse" in Maori (fits her personality)

She gets a crosshair tattoo to match her Pa and Tay gets something similar and he also caps off his horns so Akona doesn't hurt herself since she likes to climb him

Akona is nonverbal and has a tendency to bite people but her Dads love her anyways

She is spoiled ROTTEN though because like with Crosshair, Tay cannot say no to her

They're a family of fishermen! Tay and Akona are both amphibious races so they enjoy being in the water and Crosshair's enhanced eyesight helps spot fish in the waters despite the glare from the sun

Fourth of the group to get married - Tay took too long to ask (he was nervous) and Crosshair never really expressed wanting a wedding because of everything that went into it and all the attention that was going to be on him during it

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[eriexplosion]

The thing is that the finale isn't even good outside of lack of addressing Tech. It just is bad all around. It's a bad episode that doesn't follow any of the established set up for season 3.

We started the CX subplot in season 2, and then spent 3 long episodes with CX-2 in particular. This apparently was... just to set up a big boss fight in the finale and for nothing else? We spent four whole episodes across two seasons on this and had several other set up moments! For a big shootout and nothing else?

And yes, the CX-2 is Tech implications is a big part of this. Some of them even remained in the episode. How else are we supposed to take Hemlock's line "The last time we crossed paths, you had just lost a member of your squad. And it appears history may repeat itself. CT-9904 resisted my conditioning in the past, but I've made alterations to my methods. If you all survive, you will make fine operatives." other than that he used those 'alterations' to successfully CX Tech? Literally thought that was what it was setting up before *waves hand*

The Zillo beast was used to rip open a hole in the wall so that the Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair can get inside. It served no other purpose and walked away.

We spent two full episodes on the m-count plot between Bad Territory and The Harbinger. This accomplishes nothing in the entire rest of the season.

We spent all season dealing with Crosshair's hand tremors, establishing they are a psychological response to trauma. So should we... emotionally deal with that trauma? NOPE. WE'RE CUTTING IT OFF. DONE.

A small thread was set up that no one is beyond redemption/help, we see Rex reaching out to a CX, we see Omega remind Crosshair that Ventress deserves the chance to change, and in the finale... NO ONE is given a chance to change other than Emerie, who already did last episode. Every CX and commando is shot down without remorse even though they're also victims of Hemlock.

In general we just have action interspersed with the scraps of what was probably a united plot at one point. There isn't even a cavalry arrives moment in The Cavalry Has Arrived. What happened here?

The thing is I can see two subplots that would have united ALL of these that almost feel like they've been scraped out and replaced with generic shooting and a generic and undefined 'and then they had a happy ending'

First there's the force sensitivity plot. This was actually set up as early as season one episode one, when Omega takes the shot at Crosshair and manages to stop him from shooting, and then elaborated on throughout when she connects easily with animals, leading up to Bad Territory and The Harbinger - where we see Ventress tame a large, angry creature through the force. So much is made of the beast taming angle.

And obviously we have a beast. The Zillo beast. Omega does not at any point interact with this giant creature to calm it down or do anything at all she just lets it loose to rip some stuff up, have some action sequences, and then walk away into the night. But these two things united would have brought all the moments of force sensitivity hints home, as well as tied in her biggest strength - her empathy and caring. Taming the zillo beast would have been the end result of her character arc and made all that set up go somewhere instead of trailing off vaguely.

And second we have the CX plot. This could have tied in the remaining dropped threads of making the CX set up matter at all, the CX-2 is Tech hinting throughout the season, Crosshair's hand tremors, and the thread of redemption and no one being beyond saving. CX-2 is Tech, reach out to him, bring him back and through that Crosshair addresses his trauma by starting to fix one of the consequences of his biggest mistake - going back to the Empire in the first place. It wouldn't fix his tremors entirely but would help reduce them, be a huge step on the path to recovery and a great note to end his arc on.

With these two subplots, instead of endless excuses for more action and grunting, everything gets pulled together for a finale that has actual emotional significance, and the thing is that all the pieces are there so what the hell happened to make absolutely none of them come together and instead it just turns into an action shoot out?

[boredzum-671]

Fireworks

Hunter X OC!Robin Fanfic

word count 4.2k words

Warnings: thoughts of kissing, PTSD mentions, fluff? Crying, comfort, feelings like a lot. It’s my first fan fic that is so long 💀😭

Hunter POV

It's been about 4 weeks since the tsunami on Pabu. Most of the lower Pabu residents’ homes have been destroyed, but luckily, parts of the homes were built within 2 weeks with the strong bond of the community, and the docking bays and boats have been damaged from the impact. Most of the ships flew over the houses near the bay. But thankfully, nobody was hurt. The boys and I have been helping with the rebuilding as well. Wrecker and I helped with the heavy load while Tech worked on bringing power back to the houses. The residents were thankful for our help, and I was thankful we came on time so none of the people were hurt. Or worse...

The upper Pabu Residents let the lower ones stay with them temporarily in their homes. Speaking of temporary stay, we have one who Omega begged for us (mostly me) to stay for a little bit until we built their home. We met her when Shep invited us for dinner at his home; she was a friend of Phee, who was also a refugee hiding from the Empire. Robin.

The first time we met her, she was probably nervous to meet us when she stepped foot on Shep's patio. My senses were a bit fussy when I looked at her; this never happened when I first met a woman, so I was a bit cautious. Robin’s appearance was clean and neat, her hair was a perfect shade a brown with natural highlights you could see in the sun, and it seemed smooth if I was able to touch it. Her eyes are different, both of her eyes have a different color from the other, the one on her left was a brown-honey like color, like mine, while her right eye was light blue that if you looked in them, it was as if you were staring up at the sky. She was wearing a purple and white dress that wasn’t too formal, but something simple enough; her hair was down and had a butterfly-like style while her bangs were curtain-like.

Phee had told us about her past, but she didn’t give enough details about Robin since it was too sensitive to talk about it to anyone; Phee was the only one Robin could trust to keep her past a secret. When I learned of that, it made me suspicious of her, but when I started talking to her, she was caring, sweet, but one thing I couldn’t describe about her... could it be attraction...? No. Hunter, get yourself together. You just met her; it’s inappropriate to think that way.

She’s been with us for four weeks and already knows her way around the Marauder. I let her have my bunk to sleep in; I mostly sleep in one of the chairs. It became a bad habit ever since we had Omega, and it still is. Robin would teach Omega how to braid hair, learn new things, and the woman stuff I barely even know about, mostly. But I made sure not to interfere with their time. Omega was happy around Robin.

Like a daughter to a mother...

Sometimes when Omega is with her, it makes me think about everything. Should we keep on running from the past, still in the sights of the empire, and not let Omega have a simple life as a child? Or should we refuge here on Pabu, hang our armour and blasters on the wall, look towards the future, and make a life of our own with the little time we have...?

We clones never had the life of a child, our only home was the steel walls of a cloning facility, never born of a womb of a mother but rather a tube, making millions of the same faces. Our father was only a donor part of our creation; the only time we have seen him was on our faces when we look in the mirror. Our only purpose was to follow orders, fight in a war on a side we thought was meant for good, but ended up helping the start of an Empire, killing our most trusted allies by an order we could not oppose...

I want Omega to experience the life we could never have, to grow up normally, then the forced growth acceleration we had. And maybe... Robin...

Robin POV

I had just finished helping with decorating for the festival where the Archium is located, now I was heading towards the Marauder near the docks, the boys had to move the ship so it wouldn’t be in the way. Everyone was already heading up to Upper Pabu Square for the event. Hunter was the only one I had to bring up. Before I left the Marauder, I remember seeing him cleaning his armour and blaster in the cockpit, he’s probably already getting ready. I can’t help but worry for him, he looks tired every day. One night before I went to bed, I woke up in the middle of the night, and he was still up late working on the control panel. He has to look over his crew, looking after everyone’s well-being, but not his well-being. I tried to give him back his bunk to sleep at least once, but he said,

 “You need it more than I do.”

 I know he’s just showing hospitality for me, it’s really kind of him, but he’s just stubborn to not admit he’s tired...

I finally reached the Marauder and went up the open ramp of the ship to the inside of the ship. The main hull of the ship was a little messy, but it was neat in a way. I looked over to the cockpit door, and it was wide open. There, I saw Hunter quietly staring down at his blaster in his hand with a dirty rage in his other hand. He did look tired.

I made my way towards him, and it caught his attention. His honey-brown eyes met my brown and blue ones.

“The festival is already starting?”

I nod and step closer.

“Still cleaning? Wouldn’t this have been done an hour ago?”

He gave me a slight chuckle and a shrug.

“I was distracted, don’t worry, I can do it later.”

I notice he was holding something back, he must be thinking about something. The tiredness in his eyes showed he was lying, he’s trying to stay strong for his squad... his family. I would probably do the same as him, if I ever had one...

“Shall we go now?”

I snapped out of my thoughts now and realized I was staring at him for a moment while I was thinking. I tried to ignore the blushing embarrassment crawling up on my face and gave a slight nod.

“Y-yeah let’s go.”

Hunter POV

We soon made it to the top of Pabu, and everything was in full swing. The locals were having fun with the game stalls, the trinkets some people worked on that had the island’s shells to make a piece of jewellery or a holo-picture frame. I could smell multiple scents of different varieties of food from the stalls. But one thing I could tell was the scent of Mantell Mix. Wrecker and Omega must’ve done that. Phee probably got the ingredients.

But the light of the lanterns around us was soft and warm, and when I looked at Robin, she looked like she was glowing as she smiled. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her in this light. Did she ever look like this...? Was her smile always like that? Did she always smile like this when I’m around her...? Did she always look...

Hunter! Pull yourself together! You’re getting ahead of yourself, and you had just met her 4 weeks ago; she thinks of you as a friend. Nothing else... Besides, who would want a clone, made to be a soldier from birth, you could never give her the life she wanted. Just a clone, nothing more...

“Robin...”

When I stopped, my hand unconsciously took her hand, my gloved and calloused hand holding her bare and soft hand. In my eyes, she looked fragile and easy to break. My mind was screaming at me to pull away, while my heart told me not to let go. I didn’t know what to do. Why am I getting this attached to her when I’m scared to break her? She’s been in the life of war like me, she survived probably many things on her planet, but never talked about them. She must have PTSD from the war. My heart slightly ached; she never deserved that life. Could it be that she wanted to be far from the past and restart in a haven? Away from the new and unknown dangers? Find a home...?

Is she looking for something like I am?

Home...?

 “Yes...?”

When Robin called me out of my thoughts, I looked into her eyes. The way the lantern lights shine on them made my heart skip multiple beats. Her one light blue eye made it look like I was in the cockpit of the Marauder and traveling through hyperspace, while her one brown eye made it look like it had gold flakes in it. What is this effect she has put on me? It felt terrifying and exciting at the same time.

I let out a soft breath through my nostrils and gave a reassuring smile.

“Never mind, just my senses acting up again.”

From my response, she looked at me with concern. She’s worrying about me, again.

“We could go back if you want to, if it's bothering you too much, I’ll- “

“No-no, don’t worry, I don’t want to ruin everyone’s fun. I’ll stay.”

Robin started to look around while she thought. A small habit that grew with her when she thinks.

Cute...

She lets out a sigh before looking back up at me again.

“Are you sure...?”

I gave her a soft smile and a nod of reassurance. I didn’t want Omega’s first festival since we never had the time for one... I don’t want to ruin it for Robin, too...

Hunter POV

My head hurts so bad.

The number of things clanking and making noise is messing up my senses. It was hard to concentrate when I tried to win for Omega on one of the small games, maybe win one thing for Robin, but I always mess up. But I have to stay strong, I don’t want to ruin the day’s fun. They’re all happy, and it was something I couldn’t dare to end.

Omega was having a blast; she was having fun with her friend Layana and her friends. This place was a happy community. Wrecker was also having the time of his life, trying out some of the varieties of food that his taste buds hadn’t touched yet. Tech and Phee were just talking together with a few drinks, I could tell Phee had a thing for Tech. It was obvious when we met her back on Ord Mantell in Cid’s office.

Robin stayed next to me the entire night. I know she was looking out for me due to my enhanced sensitivity, but I should be the one looking out for her. She can’t protect herself, she’s fragile, and if I’m not there to protect her... I can’t imagine what will happen.

Robin POV

              Every time I watch Hunter, I always see him uncomfortable. He missed the easiest games which one of which is just throwing a ball at a few cans. Every time he loses, he’s just frustrated. I started to feel guilty for bringing him here. I was selfish for knowing and not thinking about his senses, and just thinking he would be alright. He’s suffering. Hunter is just trying to hold it back, he didn’t want to ruin this for everyone. He didn’t want to ruin this special moment for Omega.

              They barely experienced these kinds of moments, it was rare for them all. It probably felt abnormal for them after a year of running or so, always having to stay alert, having to sleep with a blaster under their pillow before they go to bed. Yes, I know of this. Wrecker’s blaster was showing from under his pillow one time when I was alone on the Marauder, just helping to clean up the place. I even checked Tech’s, which I’m thankful for since Tech never lets anyone touch his things on his bunk. I was safe that day.

              I was walking next to Hunter when I noticed how he was looking around, he was getting angsty, and I couldn’t take this anymore. I’m helping him whether he likes it or not.

“Hunter...?”

When I spoke aloud softly, he stopped and looked at me, letting out a hum to let me continue.

“Everything okay?”

I watched as Hunter took a deep breath before giving a tired smile.

“Everything’s okay, don’t worry about me, Robin.”

I gave him a frown and looked at his face, he’s trying to hide it again...

“Hunter, I know you’re trying to hide it.”

We both were in a long silence. he knew I wanted to help him, but he’s too stubborn to admit he needs help. I’m trying not to push him to admit it. But there was one thing we forgot about...

Our hands have been together for a while, we just haven’t even noticed yet.

              “Just... Let me help you...”

After staring at each other for a while, I was about to walk away. But all of a sudden, I felt a slight tug on my arm. I realized I was still holding hands with him. He noticed as well. We both pulled our hands away, looking away in embarrassment. I felt a little empty when we let go, the texture of his gloved-calloused hand, his hold was gentle and safe on mine that which made my heart full. What I didn’t know was that Hunter glanced at me for a moment before looking away. I finally spoke out loud after a while and turned to face him.

“I’m sor- “

“I’m sor- “

We both spoke at the same time unexpectedly, he was surprised as I was. I noticed the slight tint on his cheeks, but his facial tattoo on the left side of his face was darkening his blush. He kind of looks Handsome... I started to feel a slight flutter in my heart.

I realized what I was thinking and felt heat crawl up my face, a light tint of pink forming over my cheeks in embarrassment.

“Uh... I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was still holding your hand.”

He shook his head and raised a hand to rub the back of his head.

              “I should apologize too...”

I shook my head as well and frowned.

              “You don’t have to, Hunter.”

We stood in an awkward silence. Until it was broken by Omega.

              “Hunter!”

              We both looked towards Omega’s way and saw her running down the pavement with Layana, smiling brightly from the day’s events. When they got to us, Omega looked up at Hunter.

              “They’re going to have fireworks soon! Layana and her friends have a spot to watch it. Can I go, pleaseee?”

I watched the little girl smile up at Hunter for permission. He knew there wasn’t any danger here on Pabu, so he was probably okay with it.

              “Have fun.”

              Omega and Layana shared a triumphant yes and started returning to where they came from. I let out a soft chuckle as I watched Omega with her new friends. When I looked at Hunter, he was smiling as he watched Omega run off. I felt my heart flutter again with admiration and... tenderness. He still looked on edge, thinking what could happen anytime. I hope one day it will end for him, so it won’t consume him for the rest of his life.

              I noticed how the lantern light glistened in his eyes, the shape of his eyes, I could even see the lines on his face, to the dark circles under his eyes. The sharp line of his jaw with the faint stubble of his fading into the darkness of his half-skull tattoo on the left side of his face. His long hair blew softly in the wind, the red bandana wrapped around his head to hold up the hair so it wouldn’t be in the way. I didn’t realize I’ve been staring for about 2 minutes until he looked down at me. I felt my face flush again and looked away towards the stalls as if I was interested in any of them.

I feel so stupid.

Hunter POV

              When I looked down at her, I saw the flushed expression on her face before she looked away. Oh no. This isn’t good. Did I do something wrong? Was it from holding her hand? I should’ve known, but for some reason, it never came to my consciousness for a while. My gloved hand started to ache for her hand, I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought. Why am I getting ahead of myself when all we are is friends?

Could she ever think of me as “that” kind of friend...?

I need to make it up to her for that action of mine. What would make her feel better...?

I cleared my throat and looked around before speaking.

              “See anything interesting?”

She glanced for a moment and nodded at me.

              “Yep, there are a lot of things. And you?”

I shook my head softly before sighing.

              “Same.”

Okay, not what I was planning on, how about buying her something? Would that cheer her up?

              “Would you like to go look around and see more? If you do, I’ll get it for you.”

I tilt my head towards one of the stalls as I look down at her. Before answering, Robin looked up at my eyes and smiled with a nod.

              “Sure, if that’s okay with you.”

I gave a smile back before whispering down at her.

              “It will be, but don’t tell the guys. I won’t be able to hear the end of it.”

              My comment made a soft chuckle come out of her mouth, her eyes sparked a little at the half-hearted joke of mine. It was true that the boys would tease me down; they knew I was close to Robin, and if they found out about this, I would try to dig my grave on the spot.

              We did find one thing, Robin liked this one necklace that had a small silver design of a Plumeria flower with a small diamond set in the middle of the flower. I started to imagine Robin wearing this on the beach with her light blue and white hibiscus-patterned summer dress blowing in the wind, her hair down, and smiling in delight at me... This was perfect.

But she didn’t want to get it, she said she wanted to get it herself, rather than for me to buy for her.

              So, while she wasn’t looking, I had whispered to the Stallman and bought the necklace behind her back. I’ll plan on giving this to her soon. I smiled at the thought of her reaction, she’ll be a little mad, but at the same time happy. I want her to be happy...

As I tucked the necklace safely in one of the pockets of my vest, I realized the locals were all waiting for the fireworks to show.

              Now my senses are getting worse, fireworks are going to make me throw up if I stay any longer, I have to figure out a way to be far from it, but at the same time, not leave Robin and the others behind. But while I was thinking, I felt a tug on my arm and looked down to see Robin looking up at me. Her eyes looked up at mine once I did.

Before I could reply, she spoke.

              “Want to go? I think the fireworks would make your senses worse, right?”

I blinked in confusion for a moment. How did she-

Never mind, she probably remembered about my enhanced senses. I gave her a small smile and nod.

              “You’re right, but where should we go?”

She looked around for a moment before letting out a soft hum.

              “Let’s take a boat, we’ll use Shep’s. He wouldn’t mind.”

              When we finally made it down to the docks, we found Shep’s boat. I get on first before helping her down, taking her hand as she steps down, as my free hand subconsciously places itself on the small of her back, through the white dress she wore, I could feel her soft skin. I felt my heart skip a beat.

              Once she sat down, I sat myself near the control panel and started the motor on. The boat starts moving. It takes us about a few minutes to be a little far enough to get a pleasant view of the island, I stop the motor before setting the small platform on the side down. Once it was firm, I sat on the edge and looked back at her and smiled.

“It’s good now.”

              When she heard me, she gave back a smile. Before sitting next to me, she took her slippers off and placed them under the seat, then sat next to me. I noticed her scooting a bit closer before dipping her feet in the water.

              We were fully alone... Nothing but the distant sounds of laughter and shouts of exclamation on the island, the waves crashing softly against the boat, rocking it slowly. The soft breeze of wind on both of us as the moon shines down.

Just us.

 When I looked at her, I felt something, I always kept resisting it, and saying it was foolish. But for a moment I thought...

              She looks so beautiful...

              “Is... this the first time seeing fireworks?”

When she broke the silence, I looked at her, then back at the Island. I let out a soft sigh before shaking my head.

              “Other than the sparks of designators? No, so yea, it’s my first time.”

She gave me a soft chuckle before looking back at the island. As she was kicking her feet in the water softly, she spoke.

              “Back at my home planet, we would have a 3-day event to celebrate the old king of Sparrin. The fireworks were amazing and would make stories out of them, It felt so real to me when I was little, and still is. But when the war came to my planet, I...”

              When she cut off her sentence, I realized Robin was on the verge of tears. It must have been hard to talk about this to anyone. But seeing her crying... It made my heart ache with sympathy. I place my hand softly on top of hers and frown.

              “You don’t have to talk anymore, it’s alright...”

I saw a tear fall on her lap, the single drop staining her dress slightly.

              I watched as she used her free hand to wipe her eyes from the tears. Her fingers brushed under her eyelid where the tears were forming. She lets out a soft breath before continuing.

              “Thank you. I’m alright now...”

              I knew she was holding back the tears but yet they kept falling. Without thinking, my hand reached up and lifted her chin, her teary eyes looking up at my own. Her cheeks flush from the crying and maybe my intimate gesture...

              “Are you sure you’re okay...?”

              I softly whisper as my hand moves from her chin to the softness of her cheek, my thumb running over her cheekbone where her tear stains are. I was silently thanking any force, god, that this was an excuse for me to hold her face. The ache to hold her cheek was filled and satisfied.

              I watched as she slowly closed her eyes when my thumb was close to her eye, the way her lashes fell in place together when her eyes closed. I could feel her heartbeat, the light pumping of it from my closeness, even my heart was pounding. We are so close, I feel her soft breathing from her nose to my lips.

              I started to lean a little closer, the urge to kiss her was unnoticeable. My mind was screaming in my head to stop before it’s too late, while my heart said just kiss her damn it. Her lips looked so welcoming. My heart was rapidly pounding as I got closer. Just one more inch closer than I could-

              Then the fireworks started, the loud boom in the distance exploding in the air with bright colors interrupted the moment, I immediately pulled away and let go of her cheek before she opened her eyes to look at the fireworks.

              “They look so pretty...”

              I look back at her as she watched them, a smile forms on her face as she watches them. I started to feel a bit angry at myself for doing that, she probably won’t talk to me for a while. I let out a nod and a soft exhale.

              “Yeah, they do...”

But that wasn’t the only thing that was pretty... As we sat in silence, we both forgot about our hands, still together as we watched the fireworks…

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 34

"KAMINO REVISTED"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

WITH ORIGINAL ARTWORK BY SKELLYMOM!!!

To read Chapter 33 - "SERPENT"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/784851552034783232/vagabonds-chapter-33?source=share

Word Count: 2.1K

Background: The crew takes off to find and retrieve Crosshair from Kamino (post bombing). Uncle Taavi has "a bad feeling" he can't shake about the mission.

This story is getting close to the LAST third of this fic. Several more chapters until the end!!!

For anyone new to this series: "LOVE" is the nonbinary/genderfluid neurodivergent/nonverbal Force sensitive kid of the main OC of this series named Mad. Mad is an older single mother, close to almost 50 years of age (not many older female protagonists in stories, so I decided to make one.)

Warning: angst, swearing, pregnancy, embryonic fluid, Star Wars "violence"/SFW

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-Wh1spers, @plum98 @strangergraphics-archive )

“Taavi?” Thoomie quietly approached her uncle as he stood transfixed in the ship’s bay. 

He didn’t seem to hear her, instead puffing his pipe silently. 

“Uncle???” She approached, laying a hand on his shoulder.  “What’s wrong?” 

Puff...puff... 

Finally...Taavi exhaled, blowing tobacco and Star Sedge smoke before answering. 

“Got a really bad feeling about...them leaving...” 

“What is it, Uncle?” 

“Don’t know...”  Taavi puffed his pipe again “Just a gut feeling...” 

“Well, the message I just received should cheer you up.”  Thoomie smoothed her hand along Taavi’s back. 

“Eh?” 

“The Nomaadi Community just commed me.”  Thoomie brightened.  “They’ve found a safe planet for Reunion!” 

“OH, THANK THE FORCE!” Taavi cracked a wide smile.  “Been forever since we done gathered.” 

“Leaving you the coordinates, Uncle.”  Thoomie smiled back “When Hunter comes back with Sil and Mad...well...I don’t want to assume too much...”  She trailed off. 

“Oh, them clones ARE DEFINITELY invited!”  Taavi chuckled.  “Us trustworthies gotta stick together.” 

“Good to hear, Uncle.  I’ll be heading back to the clinic then to close things down.” 

“Thank you little girlie” Taavi leaned down to hug Thoomie gently, then kissed the top of her head.  “Go do yer thing.” 

Thoomie returned the hug. 

Taavi watched her leave the bay. 

The nagging bad feeling still stuck with him... 

He pondered a bit longer... 

Then sent an encrypted message of the coordinates in Nomaadi to Tech aboard the Marauder. 

Just in case... 

Now Tech had directions to a secret sanctuary moon, Hunter had his comm, Echo and Wrecker were more than capable, crazy ole’ Mad had those Force babies...Omega and Sil would be just fine... 

Taavi, ya ole’ goat, quit worrying and go work on the Beldame! 

All that ruminating was probably nothing. 

Crosshair opened his swollen, burning eyes to the intense Kamino sun.  The sea spanned for miles around the platform.  The ruins of his home poked out of ocean.  It had stopped smoldering some time ago.   

There had been NO rain since his brothers and Omega left him behind.   

A VERY rare occurrence on Kamino... 

No fresh water to quench his thirst.  Only his urine.   

Did his brothers DISPISE him so much as to NOT leave at least a canteen of water and some rations??? 

An exhausted, deep HATE rose in Crosshair.  He should have shot Hunter square between the eyes when he had the chance...except the kid would have seen it... 

...and his squad would have killed him outright.   

I deserve it...I’M A FUCKING FAILURE.  Brothers are gone...forever... 

He’d cry...if he could produce tears... 

Crosshair’s hunger was only abated after shooting down the occasional sea bird, feasting upon the body and drinking its blood. 

Fishing was impossible...as he was constantly being watched... 

...by the Saber Jaw trolling around the platform in the waters below. 

It’s large eye, the only thing poking above the surface, keeping tabs on ole Crossy. 

He initially watched it swimming around the wreckage, looking for bodies left after the Empire bombed Kamino City. 

Now it was coming for him.  Crosshair closed his eyes and wished for a quick death soon.  Baking in the hot Kamino sun until he died of dehydration was excruciating. 

Hours later a distant hum had Cross open one dry eye.  It was difficult to see.  Everything was a blur. 

The sound, now louder, slowly become a roar. 

His eyes strained to look skyward, but the glare blinded. 

A shadow fell over him, as the craft descended onto the platform. 

About KRIFFING TIME the Empire showed up...   

Although Crosshair was unsure if it truly was a ship...or mirage. 

The platform shook slightly as the craft landed.  Then the engine died.  Sounds of a gangplank opening.  Footsteps... 

Please make it ANY other officer.  I can’t STAND Force-damned  Rampart’s uppity-assed voice. 

An image flashed across Crosshair’s mind: mustering the last of his strength to blast Rampart to bits AND have the stormtroopers shoot him out of his misery...at the same time. 

Crosshair smiled and giggled dryly.  

The footsteps stopped. 

“Would give the WHOLE galaxy if that smile were for US” 

Crosshair’s eyes popped wide open.  He jerked up on one elbow swinging Firepuncher up to sniper’s position. 

He attempted to swallow nervously...but he had no saliva. 

Hunter stood several meters away, intensely staring at Crosshair.  The words didn’t match the action.  Instead, Hunter emanated anger. 

He’s FUCKING with ME!  Came back to torment!!! 

Echo and Wrecker flanked each side of the Marauder’s gangplank.  Their weapons weren’t raised but they held them ready just in case. 

Cross could barely see Tech’s head inside the Marauder.  Everything far away was a blur.  

Hunter turned them against me!  All for that kid... 

...AND THERE SHE WAS! 

Omega had slipped out of the Marauder, following Hunter. 

Crosshair growled grinding his teeth in rage.   

“I TOLD YOU TO TAKER HER AWAY SOMEWHERE!” 

Hunter blinked at the sound, his teeth on edge. 

Omega stopped in her tracks; eyes wide. 

“AND YOU BROUGHT HER BACK AGAIN!” 

Crosshair kept on spewing more anger, hurt, and delirious vitriol.  While Hunter was intensely hurt and angry at his brother, there was concern.  Cross’ high emotional stress, severe dehydration and starvation drove his eyes to roll back...causing a loss of bodily control.  Crosshair fought unconsciousness... 

...causing his finger to pull the trigger. 

Firepuncher jumped in Crosshair’s grasp.  It jerked him back to consciousness. 

Hunter barely had time to duck.  The bolt flew past his temple, searing free the bandana from his head...and a few locks of hair. 

Crosshair stared in horror at what he just did... 

Sil pulled the gifted blaster from his jacket, preparing to help cover Echo and Wrecker. 

“OMEGA...get back to the ship!  Hunter stood frozen, taking in his senses.  Trying to listen... 

Mad calmly strode toward the open hatch...  

“EYYY...?”  Wrecker reached out to prevent Mad from falling.   

But Mad didn’t want that. 

She Force SQUEEZED Wrecker out of the way.  He panicked internally, as it firmly pressed the air from his lungs...not enough to hurt... 

...just enough to allow Mad to lean past him and over the open gangplank.   

Mad reached out with the Force and yanked Omega up, tossing her back into her secure grasp.   

Wrecker inhaled loudly when the pressure released, as a transfixed Echo stared wildly back at Mad and Omega. 

A VERY SHOCKED Crosshair, eyes wide, didn’t miss this. 

"MY BROTHERS ARE TAKING JEDI AS SQUADMATES!!! " Crosshair was floored. 

“DAMMIT CROSSHAIR!  SHE’S CARRYING OUR CHILDREN!!!”  Hunter blurted, red faced, flustered that Cross had seen this BEFORE he could get his brother into the Marauder...and visibly SHOCKED at Mad’s growing Force abilities. 

Crosshair’s face froze in shock. 

Mad stared transfixed as Crosshair...the snarky, caustic, brother...as he GLARED back at Mad. 

...But underneath lies an angry, unsure, confused, and ill-prepared human man who did very bad things and the loneliness is a deep well of regret of bad decisions from living in the shadow of his shorter brother somewhat mentally adjusted brother who dared not follow orders but grappled with being a good soldier verses an efficient killing machine with loyalty of the growing most powerful entity murder machine he assisted spreading among the stars oh the stars the stars the suns baking him to death on a dead homeworld... 

“MAD!”  Hunter screamed at the top of his lungs, SNAPPING her from distraction...pulling away from sliding into Crosshair’s headspace and emotions.  Mad’s eyes blinked, noticing Hunter’s terrified expression. 

Crosshair, clearly thinking Hunter’s duress comical in his sun addled brain, grinned like a maniac. 

Keeping Hunter on his toes!  I might NOT KILL YOU after all... 

...huh???  Mad, still cradling Omega, cocked her head like a dog. 

YOU...HEAR me? Crosshair touched a hand to his forehead. 

Hunter cocked his head.  He sensed SOMETHING...he DIDN’T like it. 

THE SABER JAW BURST FROM THE WATER BELOW.  Slamming its body upon the platform.  Everyone cantilevered off balance.  The Marauder slid toward the group. 

Tech fired up the engines, picking the ship up off the platform.  Echo and Wrecker held on for dear life.   Sil slid past Mad, who failed to catch him.  Echo scruffed the collar of Sil’s tunic before he slipped from the Marauder.  The blaster fell from his grasp and clattered onto the platform below. 

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? Echo yelled at Sil.  The teen’s face displayed the terror of how ill-prepared he was in the current situation. 

Echo pushed Sil back towards the Marauder’s seats, then trained his blaster on the Saber Jaw. 

It's shadow fell over Hunter and Crosshair. 

Their heads flicked up to take in the Sea Dragon’s wide opened mouth as it loomed over them: teeth, forked tongue, throat open to receive its meal.  It stunk like ten degrees of Rancid Jotaz. 

Hunter and Crosshair stared into that abyss then simultaneously screamed the rest of their sanity away. 

Wrecker and Echo fired their blasters repeatedly into the Saber Jaw as Tech swung around firing the Marauder. 

Mad backed away from the opening of the ship, dragging Omega with her.  Then grabbing Sil, shoving him into a seat.   

“For Force sake, BELT IN!” 

“Auntie...YOU AREN’T even belted in...” 

“LISTEN TO YOUR AUNTIE!!!”  Echo yelled while firing his blaster.  

Sil shut up, obediently sat and belted in. Mad handed him Omega.  Sil belted her in next to him.  

The Saber Jaw roared, then shot downward, swallowing up Hunter and Crosshair before they could escape.

Mad screamed, doubling over.  The pain in her abdomen was unfathomable.  Echo ran to embrace her. 

Wrecker and Tech kept blasting.  Shots hit the Serpent, causing minimal damage. 

It leaped off the damaged platform into the depths of the ocean. 

Mad went silent.  Everyone else was stunned. 

An eerie silence permeated the air. 

Everyone watched the seafoam on the surface dissipate.  

All calm.  All gone. 

Mad inhaled shakily, deeply, then forcibly wailed with every fiber of her being.  Her face burned beet red. 

Then her water broke. 

Wrecker shook his head in disbelief, slowly turned around to see embryonic fluid roll across the floor of the Marauder. 

Echo spoke first “Oh shit!”  His eyes were wild. 

Tech whipped around, took in the sight, then engaged the gangplank to close. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TECH!”  Wrecker screamed.  His voice cracked. 

“We MUST get Mad medical attention quickly...” Tech sounded doomed. 

“NO!” 

“YES WRECKER!”  Tech shot back. 

Wrecker glanced at Echo.  Echo sadly glanced back nodding his head yes. 

Mad cried out in pain and misery. 

“NOOOOO!” Wrecker wailed. 

Tech took off, heading for the horizon.  His hands gripping the steering mechanism tighter than he should. 

Sil grabbed Omega who screamed and burst into tears.  His eyes glazed over. 

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO...”  Wrecker hammered his fists against the inside of the Marauder. 

Echo gently picked Mad up from the floor and sat her on a seat.  He slid in next to her and put his arms around Hunter’s woman, resting Mad’s head against his.  She continued to wail, and silent tears ran down Echo’s face. 

Wrecker collapsed next to Sil and Omega, sobbing.  Sil, still glazed silently reached out, encircling the big man with his other arm and hugged him. 

Omega screamed that they should turn back...   

Tech, struggling with his illogical inner demons, sped toward the stars...INSTEAD of the Bar’ge ‘N Go he punched in the coordinates for the Sanctuary Moon in the Unknown Regions... 

He KNEW the Bar’ge had everything that was needed medically... 

But the planet Taavi had sent him coordinates to...it FELT the better choice... 

The SAFER choice. 

He couldn’t explain it logically then...and from that day forward he STILL struggled... 

...the Marauder jumped into Hyperspace. 

Tavvy, his head in the Beldame’s mechanical panel reached out for a wrench just as his comm signal went off.  He turned it on only to hear shrill screams.  One of which sounded VERY familiar! 

Uncle Taavi paled in fear. 

He backed out, slammed the panel shut, and hurriedly boarded the Beldame.  The rest of his special modifications to the ship would have to wait. 

T1nK noticed his agitation and bleeped excitedly.  

“Load up, WE GOTTA GO!”  He shouted to the droid.  She streaked below the Beldame and was snapped up into the bowels of the ship, immediately scomping in. 

Hope I’m not too late!  Furiously rubbing the back of his neck.  

Tavvi took off from ‘Tav’s Solar Bar-ge Fix ‘N Go” and kicked the ‘Dame in high gear towards Kamino. 

“Little Thoo!”  Taavi radioed back to the Barge. 

“Yeah, Uncle?”  Thoomie answered back. 

“Got an emergency brewin’.  Takin’ the Beldame to Kamino.  You run things while I’m gone...kay?” 

“Uncle...”  Thoo’s voice held concern.  “Is there BIG trouble?” 

“I expect so little girly, but I hope not.” 

“May The Force be with you Uncle.” 

“I’ll need it...and so will Hunter...” 

To read Chapter 35 "BELLY OF THE BEAST":

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Fellow Whump Enthusiasts!

I am making a list of all the shown (shown, not implied!) on screen physical whump moments throughout the show for the boys (no Omega cuz she’s just a baby) and I need your help! For fic inspo, and maybe even a future video compilation if you guys would like.

If you can think of any moment that I’ve overlooked, even if it’s just a wince or a smack or even exhaustion or anything like that, let me know! This is what I have so far for each character in order of who gets injured in the most episodes (Wrecker is whumped in more eps than Crosshair, but Hunter and Crosshair seem to be almost tied for most actual whump moments total)

Hunter (whumped in 18 eps)

S1E1: Winded and knocked to his knees by blaster

S1E3: Attacked by creature

Suffocating and passing out

Waking up panicked and disoriented

S1E4: Head-butted and knocked out by Fennec Shand

Stumbling/wincing as he comes to

S1E5: Electrocuted by net gun and passing out

Electrocuted by whip

Flinching due to electric sensitivity

S1E7: Beat up by Wrecker (full extent of injuries unknown)

Choked and knocked out by Wrecker

S1E8: Shot in the chest by Cad Bane and passing out

Bacta shot administered

Waking up disoriented and in pain

S1E9: Moments of wincing/hurt throughout ep

Omega head-butting his blaster wound

S1E14: Falling down a mountain hitting trees and rocks along the way

Passing out from fall (full extent of injuries unknown)

S1E15: Punched in the stomach by Crosshair

S1E16: Knocked out by explosion on Kamino

Clutching head as he wakes up

S2E1: Exhaustion from running

S2E5: Overall exhaustion throughout ep

S2E16: Broken ribs and arm from rail car collision

Exhaustion running after Omega

S3E5: Falling through the ice and getting knocked out

Clutching his hurt shoulder

S3E8: Dragged and thrashed under water by space gator

Choked by mantis

S3E9: Beat up by Ventress

S3E11: Exhaustion and coughing from swimming

S3E15: Injured and knocked out by explosion (full extent of injuries unknown)

Tortured with electricity by Hemlock (full extent of damage unknown)

Passing out from torture

Staggering/disoriented and groaning in pain the rest of the ep

Wrecker (whumped in 12 eps)

S1E1: Shot in shoulder by droid

Shot in shoulder again by Crosshair

Hypo shot administered

Groaning in pain throughout ep

S1E3: Knocked head against restraints

S1E4: Thrown and knocked out by Fennec Shand

S1E5: Knocked out by creature

Electrocuted by shock collar

Hit by electric whip

S1E6: Hit head in battle

Painful headaches

S1E7: More painful headaches

Stunned by Rex

Inhibitor Chip surgery

S1E16: Knocked out by explosion on Kamino

S2E16: Hurt neck and chest from rail car collision

Stunned by troopers

S3E9: Beat up by Ventress

Force choked by Ventress

S3E11: Injured and knocked out from explosion (full extent of injuries unknown)

S3E14: Clawed by creature

S3E15: Electrocuted in wound by electrostaff

Passing out from injuries

Disoriented and groaning in pain throughout the rest of ep

Crosshair (whumped in 10 eps)

S1E1: Knocked out by Caleb

Painful headaches throughout ep

Unpleasant chip enhancement

S1E3: More chip enhancement

S1E8: Severely burned face and head by ion engine (full extent of injuries unknown)

Disoriented and in pain the rest of ep

S1E15: More headaches

Thrown by Hunter

Stunned by Hunter

S1E16: Nearly drowning

More headaches

S2E12: Temporarily blinded by explosion

Suffering potential hypothermia

Passing out from cold and exhaustion

S2E14: Tortured by IT-O droid

Suffocated and knocked out by Hemlock’s poison gas

S3E7: Beat up by CX-2

Nearly drowned by CX-2

S3E9: Beat up by Ventress

S3E15: Hand cut off by CX-2

Passing out from amputation

Stump medical treatment

Staggering/disoriented and in pain the rest of the ep

Tech (whumped in 6 eps)

S1E1: Punched by clone in food fight

Knocked down and injured by droids and unable to get up (extent of injuries unknown)

S1E5: Electrocuted by net gun and passing out

S1E7: Choked out and thrown into wall by Wrecker (full extent of injuries unknown)

S1E16: Knocked out by explosion on Kamino

S1E2: Femur broken by crate

Groaning and limping in pain throughout the rest of the ep

Falling to the ground in pain

S2E16: Fell to his death saving his family

Echo (whumped in 5 eps)

S1E1: Knocked out by lunch tray

Waking up panicked and disoriented

S1E5: Hit off of building and knocked out

Electrocuted by shock collar

S1E7: Thrown and knocked out by Wrecker

S1E16: Knocked out by explosion on Kamino

S3E15: Stabbed in the back of the shoulder by CX Trooper

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Wow I didn’t realize just how much these boys went through in the course of just a few seasons!

I still feel like I’m missing a lot, so let me know if you think of anything I’ve missed and I’ll update the list!