#tbb mayday

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

@royallykt Mayday Lives! Ahh thanks for giving me a tag in @star-farer's sweet little fic, gotta love a first meting between Omega and Mayday! I love that Crosshair is the thread that unites them, even in his absence from this fic - and I can only imagine Omega's incredulous surprise turning to joy as she listens to a reg trooper talking about befriending her prickly sniper brother :P

well met

Summary: Connections and clones; it takes only one to be family. AU: Imperial Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @groguandthebadbatch @comfy-vember

Comfy-vember 2024, Day 19: Thick blankets — Sunset

“Hello.”

The voice, young and gentle, draws his eyes up away from the tiles beneath his feet. He looks over his shoulder to see a girl, bathed in the warm colors of the dying day, smiling at him kindly.

His brow quirks in question, but he finds it in himself to tilt the line of his lips. A spark brightens in her face, like a heating unit switching on. She steps forward, holding out something dusty blue and folded.

“It’s going to get pretty cold soon.”

He turns, reaching one trembling hand to feel the thick blanket, coarse against his fingers. The muscles on his face stretch awkwardly around his grin. “Thanks, kid.”

And her smile explodes like a star going supernova, full-fledged and shining bright with teeth. By the Ka’ra, he knows her cheeks must ache. He’s had the pleasure of grinning like that too.

With his vode. Who are all—

He breathes in. He breathes out.

There’s something heavy making itself known in the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t dare give it a name.

A warmth envelopes him, welcome as a hug. He raises his head with some surprise to see the girl slowly smoothing the blanket around his shoulders, a quiet look that makes her look too old for one so little.

When she catches him gazing at her, her lips turn crookedly in a manner too familiar to ignore. “I don’t like the cold either,” she tells him softly.

He can’t help the huff of laughter. Here he sits, a Clone Commander, exploited as a soldier, tortured as an experiment, rescued by his brothers and safe on some tropical haven of a planet, freshly de-chipped when he didn't even know about them a day ago.

And a kid is trying to make him feel better.

His heart warms to see the concern in her brown eyes, though. It's been far too long since he's been shown such kindness

“Don’t worry about me,” he reassures, careful to balance his best Commander-voice with his ori'vod-voice. He’s a little out of practice, but he thinks he does a good job of it.

She snorts — and a bolt strikes through him at how familiar it is. He racks his mind, even as she slings her legs over the ledge and sits down beside him, but comes up short of any explanation.

Crossing her arms, she mutters, not low enough to keep out of his hearing because she wants him to hear it, “That’s what you all say.”

He…honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that. He chews on words, responses, anything his mind could give him. The fact that she reminds him of…someone, doesn’t really help him either. So he turns back to the view in front of him.

Confusion keeps him silent as he watches the sun rest distorted on the horizon. The girl doesn’t speak either, her hands clasped together on her lap and her head tilted towards the crimson-gold swathing the sky and shimmering over the sea. From the corner of his eye, he sees her blond curls tumble down to hide her eyes along her temples.

Who is she?

A breeze brushes past, playing the leaves strewn on the grounds up into a rampant dance. She shifts, and—

He can’t believe he never saw this before. She’s wearing the same uniform as he does.

The uniform of a prisoner of Tantiss.

Who is she?

“You cold?”

He nearly smacks himself in the face for asking the very wrong question. He isn’t even the sort to go about questioning in circles — when he wants an answer, he gets straight to the point.

As he reprimands himself for it, the girl looks up at him with careful, considering eyes. There’s a deep complexity behind them, a hundred thoughts whirring.

He’s faced such similar scrutiny before, he’s seen eyes look at him like—

Eyes.

More specifically, a sniper’s eyes.

She smiles up at him, wide and warm, her head listing against one shoulder. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He blinks, once, twice, and pauses to really, really, look at her.

Blonde curls, brown skin, a perpetually smiling face.

He’s probably the biggest di’kut alive.

Some thought must show on his face, because her smile grows confused, her brows draw together, her nose wrinkles up, just like, well — how the kark had he missed it? — like that kriffing 99 kid he’d been stuck with on Barton IV.

“…Omega?”

She reels back with a sharp inhale, eyes wide like twinkling stars. “How do you know my name?”

And he laughs, a proper laugh from the depths of his heart, warm and full. He hasn’t laughed like this in a very long time. He's missed laughing as heartily as this.

“A certain buir of yours told me all about you,” he tells her, affection seeping into his tone with the knowledge that he’s looking at a vod’ika, strange though she seems.

“My—” she stares up at him with a flickering expression— “My buir?”

“Yeah,” he lilts, grinning wide, “’S name starts with a cresh, resh, osk…”

He nearly jolts for her dropping jaw out of fear it might fall right off her skull. “You know Crosshair?”

“I should. He saved my life.”

There’s that perplexed look again, scrunching up her nose in a way he dares to label adorable. “He never told me about anything like that.”

Honestly, he isn’t surprised. A little hurt, maybe. The way it hurts when a vod steals the last chocolate pudding cup. But he isn’t surprised

I’m gonna have to have a word with that boy, he thinks absentmindedly, scratching his beard, though a part of him is glad that he survived.

“Really?” he hums. “The audacity.”

The girl, Omega, giggles like a tiny cadet. “He is pretty audacious.”

He shrugs, draping the blanket around her shoulders with the movement. “Figured as much.”

Her laughter rings a little while longer when he grumbles out tales of being subject to the boy’s acerbic nature, making a point to keep it light and humorous for her sake. He’s always been good at regaling stories, old and new ones. He’d had to find a way to keep the spirits up in that desolate outpost after all.

When at last a lull falls between them, the sun only a sliver of gold as if the water kisses the air, she turns to him with a fond smile on her face.

“You never told me your name.”

Her tone is teasing, almost accusatory, and it feels like they’ve been old friends since time immemorial.

He chuckles as he ruffles her curls.

“Mayday, kid. The name’s Mayday.”

[delhe-dalim]

Oh Mayday... Warm colors cuz he deserves some warmth 🥹

[snotbuggle]

Closest we got to clones cuddling in canon was Crosshair trying to keep Mayday alive through the night and I don’t think that’s fair

[yunyun160]

Mayday and Crosshair Store Clerk AU

[eobe]

Commander Mayday appreciation! He said that respect is something to be earned and he is so right. This man and his wisdom and experience is absolutely one of the underrated clones ✨ He massively paved the way for Crosshair‘s character development.

This is my 7th clone drawing and this time I tried to get a bit more the dark and glowy atmosphere of the scene. What do you think about it? Let me know! 🫶🏼

[ghostymarni]

“in my experience, respect is something to be earned”

S2E12

[art-soop]

“No point in carrying deadweight.”

“Remind me not to die on your watch.”

[papanowo]

theyre fine !!! perfectly fine haha

[melymigo]

Every scene is a favourite!

Watch the final season of The Bad Batch streaming on Disney plus.

[thememerman]

this broke me in ways that can never be healed and fixed me in ways nothing else could

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

In the hours Crosshair spent carrying Mayday back to base...

Do you think Mayday's leadership skills and concern for his team reminded Crosshair just a little bit of Hunter?

Do you think Crosshair thought at all about the fact that Hunter and his other brothers had carried him off Kamino when his life was in danger after the Empire had left him behind, even after he had just held them hostage and tried to shoot Hunter with a rifle that was not set to stun?

Do you think Hunter's warning, "All you'll ever be to them is a number," went through his mind when Nolan did nothing to help Mayday and then berated Crosshair?

Do you think Crosshair maybe realized why Hunter being able to say "I did what I thought was right!" might be preferable to saying "We're soldiers, we do what needs to be done"?

...And then do you realize you're thinking way too much about "The Outpost" and it's making you really sad so you need to find something happy to watch?

[necrophatic]

I'm in maycross hell

[ventresses]

Star Wars: The Bad Batch (6/?) - Season 2

Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines

[acruelerdonut]

"We're good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?" - Commander Mayday

[yunyun160]

01

[eobe]

Crosshair and Mayday 🫶🏼 and the black ice vulture from the outpost on Barton IV.

This is my ‚the outpost‘ appreciation, because this episode always got me under my skin.

I get goosebumps, especially when this bird appears. It has a very strong symbolism for Crosshair. Strong, sharp eyes and claws, focussed and alone 🦅

And Mayday is truly Crosshair‘s ‚mayday‘. The last must, that he needs to grow out of his imperial hyperfocus hurt ego and hurt heart trip ✨

War is shit. This episode shows us, that war is dirty and nothing but a wastage of lives, time and ressources and also the inner war of a character who has to get out of his comfort zone he had sunken in almost too deep. We can learn from this heavy example, that it’s never too late to make big decisions and start to grow, even when it hurts to face oneself.

I‘m rambling… ☺️ Maybe because Autumn is coming and I love ‚to fall‘ 🍂 to get myself cosy and seclusive 🫖 to ask myself the big questions and slowly grow into the best version of myself ✨

So what do you think about that? Let me know, I love deep talk 🫶🏼