#ttb omega

[nerfpuncher]

Echo:  Last night Omega asked if I had ever heard of a pillow fight. I said no I had not. So she explained the premise and asked if I would play. I awkwardly held the pillow while she gave me pointers through a smile that could light up a room. My first swing took her right off her feet. She never saw it coming.

[zyesha]

Techtober 2024, prompt 5 - Tech in a Corn Maze

*mumbles: I’ll never draw corn again… and maybe I did not pull through as much as I wanted to with it…

Please know how much I love you (and them) for doing this! In a full artwork Hunter would have had tattooed arms, but I was done with this, sorry.

[deoxd]

I haven't had the time to draw anything lately, but there's always time to do a meme.

[nonhumanhottie]

Bad batch ep 4 reaction

Sibling bickering let's go

Wow Omega really does look older

The imperials on Tantiss base are all iPad kids

Stormtrooper in a poncho!!??

Omega and Crosshair give Spongebob and Squidward energy

This imperial's voice feels like it doesn't belong in a star war

YOUR DAD???? and she doesn't correct him

Crosshair is so ready to fly off the handle lmao

Just casually got 35 000 dollarydoos

'My skills are being wasted' mans loves being a murderer

Tentacles??

I love how there isn't a dramatic build up like the boys are already there waiting

I'm so glad we didn't have tocwait another episode for this reunion

Oh but we still have to wait to see their reaction to Crosshair lol

[cad-faoi-maeglin]

Every single time Omega told Crosshair that they needed to contact Hunter and Wrecker I was waiting for him to ask "why just those two specifically?" Like, there's two other guys? And the first time or two I brushed it off as him just wanting to ignore the whole idea of actually talking to the others but after that I was thinking "surely at some point he's going to crack and ask why she's not saying something like 'the squad' or 'the others' or 'our brothers' etc., why is she being specific?" and it just never came...?

Echo leaving and Tech dying are pretty significant events that have happened while Crosshair has been away and there's just nothing directly addressing it.

I really enjoyed watching The Bad Batch, but I do have an issue with how it tends to skip over character moments in favour of plot points. The next event seems to be a bit more important at times than the characters' reactions to the previous event. There are a couple of instances of this that I can think of but this one sticks out the most to me because Omega repeatedly specifying Hunter and Wrecker and no one else just sounded like the perfect set up for breaking the news to Crosshair that a lot has changed for Clone Force 99.

[melymigo]

What are they talking about?

[leadergold]

The New Gold Leader

I loved The Bad Batch and especially the epilogue, where a grown up Omega leaves to become a pilot for the Rebel Alliance and fight the Empire. I have seen fanart of the grown up Omega in a flight suit all over the net, so I know there are fans out there thinking the same thing, Omega as an X-Wing pilot. But, I thought what squadron would she be in and she should be a squadron leader. Hera is Phoenix Leader, Luke Skywalker was Rogue (Red) Leader and then later Wedge Antilles became Rogue (Red) Leader. But, who was Gold Leader after the Battle of Yavin? Lando Calrissian became Gold leader at the Battle of Endor, because he was put in overall command of the fighter attack. But who was Gold Leader between Yavin and Endor and then following the Battle of Endor. After watching The Bad Batch epilogue, it hit me immediately, Omega with her gold hair would be an awesome Gold Leader. One of my favorite scenes in The Bad Batch was when Tech was teaching Omega how to fly.

So to me Omega is the Rebel Alliance's Gold Leader.

[eeriecorri]

Time-Travel Fixit

Has spoilers for Bad Batch season 2 finale. Some plot, mostly character stuff.

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When a group of teenagers assassinated the Chancellor, Obi-Wan had not expected what was to come. The reveal that the Chancellor was a Sith, that the teenagers were all clones of the notorious Jedi Killer, or that all the clones had knowledge of the future so complete that it was almost as if they had already lived it. At least that was what the Council had decided, as the clones’ claims—that they had time traveled after their deaths or roughly two years after the Republic fell and was replaced by a Sith empire— were too unbelievable.

Now, here he stood, watching the clones loading up to be sent wherever they chose to settle. Not surprisingly, none really wished to go with Fett, who had sold them into slavery before they were even born. To Obi-Wan’s surprise a large group had chosen to follow him. They were led by an older teen with a large scar around his left eye. The other clones alternatively called him Cody or Kote, and Obi-Wan was not sure with name the teen preferred. For some reason none of the clones bothered to introduce themselves, leaving Obi-Wan to figure out their preferred form of address on his own.

 There was also a much larger clone named Alpha-17 who insisted on going with him, to ‘keep an eye on that idiot, Skywalker’. Anakin had taken offense at that and now seemed to be pressing any buttons that he could find just to annoy the clone.

He was assisted in this endeavor by a small group of clones who had declared they would stay with him until they could find Commander Tano. Anakin had no idea who this Commander Tano was, but Obi-Wan suspected they were referring to a young Togruta initiate that Plo Koon favored.

 Cody/Kote had apparently noticed something was missing and ran off several minutes ago. It appeared that what was missing was a group of smaller children, as Obi-Wan could see Cody/Kote returning with them. These children were still clearly clones, though they were not identical like the others. Walking beside Cody/Kote was a boy with long hair held out of his face by a bandana. A boy with silver hair followed immediately after. Behind the silver haired boy was a smaller boy wearing goggles and a strange harness that looked to Obi-Wan like something parents on Coruscant would place on their rowdy toddlers to keep them from wandering off. Actually, Obi-Wan could see there was a leash on the back of the harness that was being held by the smallest of the group, a young blond. Bringing up the rear of the group was a large boy built more like Alpha-17 than the other clones. He towered over the small blond and the boy with the goggles.

 “Sorry, General,” Cody/Kote said, “these five got lost in the shuffle.”

“I still say we should be fine on our own,” the silver haired boy grumbled.

Cody/Kote snorted. “We’ll talk about that when you’re not cadet sized.”

Obi-Wan dearly hoped these children hadn’t planned on being released on the galaxy unsupervised. After the assassination of the Chancellor, the Senate was adamant that the clones, who were all highly trained fighters, be monitored at all times. On their own they could be easily scooped up by the Hutts or any other parties that might be interested in acquiring a readymade army.

“Excuse me,” the smallest of the group spoke up. “Tech needs a parachute if he’s going to ride in the transport.”

The boy with the goggles sighed. “We’ve talked about this Omega.”

“No,” Omega stomped his—a nudge from the force, oh, her —foot. “Last time we were up high, you fell. You need a parachute.”

“You know we could just give Tech a jetpack,” Cody/Kote suggested.

“I have not been trained to operate a jetpack properly,” Tech said.

“You mean the one time you tried, you flew into a wall and gave yourself a concussion,” the large boy said.

“And the Kaminoans didn’t want to risk you giving yourself brain damage, so they canceled all your future lessons,” the silver haired boy said.  

“I was four,” Tech protested.

“If I may,” Obi-Wan broke in, “what seems to be the issue?”

Omega stared up at him with large brown eyes, glistening with unshed tears. “Tech died.”

Ah, this was the time-travel thing. Many of the clones had vivid memories of their future deaths. And in even more cases, memories of losing their brothers.

“Well, we will all die eventually,” Tech pointed out.

“We could have saved you if you gave us more time!”

“We did not have more time. We all would have fallen, and that was not an acceptable outcome.”

“Your dying was not an acceptable outcome!”

“I am aware that you are not dealing well with my demise, but there are limits to what I can do to allay your concerns. This leash is already pushing those limits,” Tech said, picking at the harness with annoyance.

“Not that the leash would stop him going over the edge. If anything, it would just drag you over too,” the silver haired boy pointed out.

“Crosshair!” the boy with the bandana scolded.

Omega looked horrified at this new information. She looked down at her own small frame, then up at Tech who stood at least six inches taller than her. She turned to the giant clone standing behind her.

“Then Wrecker will hold the leash. He’s strong enough to pull you back if you fall,” Omega declared, handing the leash to Wrecker. Wrecker accepted the leash with a solemn nod. He attached the leash to his belt before pulling Tech to him, wrapping an arm around him to hold him tightly to his side.

“You’re stuck with me, little brother,” Wrecker said gruffly.

Tech sighed but allowed it.

Omega tugged on Wrecker’s free hand until he dipped down to scoop her up and place her on his shoulder.

The boy with the bandana sighed. “Sorry about that. We don’t have as much experience as the others when it comes to losing a brother. To us it was only a few months ago. Since getting him back, we’re a little overprotective.”

“We understand, Hunter.” Cody/Kote patted the boy on the shoulder.

“Oh!” Omega gasped. “I see Echo! Echo, over here!”

A pair of clones approached, one with a fresh tattoo of a five on his forehead, the other with a dark gray handprint on his chest plate. Obi-Wan recognized them both as being part of the strike team that assassinated the Chancellor.

“Hey, kid,” Echo said. Then his eyes slid to Tech who was still held tightly to Wrecker’s side, and his smile widened. “Tech.”

“What? Do the rest of us not warrant a greeting?” Crosshair asked.

“I just saw you a few weeks ago. Haven’t seen Tech in months,” Echo replied.

“We couldn’t find you!” Omega said.

“It’s been longer than a few months since I last saw my old squad. Plus, Fives and I had business on Coruscant,” Echo said with a grin, placing his hand on Fives shoulder.

“Aww, why didn’t you take us with you to kill the emperor?” Wrecker asked.

“Sorry, only clones who have been through their final growth spurt made the cut,” Fives said.

“I’m as tall as you,” Wrecker pointed out.

“Try telling that to someone who doesn’t know how tall you end up getting,” Echo laughed.

“Can I walk without this leash now?” Tech asked.

“When there aren’t any ledges for you to fall off,” Hunter said. 

[calicos-clones]

Gets his daughter back and man still can’t move normal 🤨

HE'S SKIPPING TWO STEPS AT A TIME TO GET TO HER FASTER

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[ghostfives]

Could you do some sleepy cuddles between pregnant crosshair and rex?

The Sleepy Sniper

A/N: Corvis belongs to @ttb-tech-and-hunter He’s his amazing Oc from our rps ☺️ thank you so much for the request, anon!

Rex hums softly as he types on his datapad, he’s been given a few new leads on brothers and is trying to make sense of it all. Especially some interesting information on a clone with a triangular tattoo who is a rule stickler, as one contact put it. He looks up when Crosshair comes in, smiling softly as he takes in the sight before him.

His love is shirtless, which shows off the bump on his middle of their baby. He’s only five months so it’s still small, but on his lean figure it definitely pops out. His jogging pants hang low on his hips as he pads over to Rex, looking exhausted.

“Busy night?” Rex asks with a low, rumbling chuckle.

Crosshair sighs as he lays in bed, moving so his head is in Rexs lap and he curls up. “I’ve been teaching Omega to garden all day, she’s so… energetic.”

He murmurs. “And the baby is still making me throw up so much, I’m achy and I just…” he sighs. “I just love hanging out with my niece so much, is just tough being pregnant. Rewarding, since I get a whole kriffing baby out of it but still tough.” He whispers.

Rex croons and gently rubs Crosshair’s head. “I know it’s tough, love. You sound so tired.” He says softly, gently putting his datapad down to play with Crosshair’s hair.

Crosshair sighs tiredly, eyes skipping closed as he lets out the softest noise of pleasure. “So tired.” He mumbles, nuzzling into Rexs lap. “Why did you do this to me?” He whines.

Rex snorts. “Because my kitten wanted a baby, and frankly so did I. Pabu is safe, and it was the perfect time.” He explains as if Crosshair doesn’t know.

Crosshair blushes, chuckling tiredly. “That’s… a good reason.” He crawls up Rex and then just sprawls over him, head on his chest. “Hmm, I’m your blanket.” He mumbles, getting a drunk in sleepiness vibe to him.

Rex chuckles. “You are, kitten. But how about we move? That can’t be comfy on your bump.” He gently pulls Crosshair up beside him, and starts cuddling him close in his arms. “Mhm, see? Much better.” He says softly, kissing Crosshair‘s head and nuzzling him. He then tucks him until a blanket.

Crosshair purrs softly, cuddling into Rex. “You’re right, much…” he yawns. “Better.”

Rex chuckles. “You sleep baby, I love you so much.” He whispers.

“Hm, okay.” Crosshair sighs, and lets him drift into a calm sleep.

Rex smiles and decides to get some shuteye as well, closing his eyes and letting Crosshair’s smooth breathing lull him to sleep.

xxx

“Rex.” The drowsy voice, still raspy from sleep rouses Rex from his dose. He sighs and peeks an eye open. “Crossy?” He mumbles softly. “What’s… Whats goin’ on?” He asks, still have asleep.

Crosshair whines. “Baby’s kicking. Make it stop, please?”

Rex let’s out a raspy laugh. “How do I do that? Ground him.”

Crosshair huffs and sleepily pulls Rex's hand onto his small bump. “Rub. Please baby?” He asks softly.

Who could ever say no to this sweet kitten? Who just looks so tired. Rex chuckles and starts rubbing. “I’ve got you, baby.” He assures. “I’ve always got you, I promise.”

Crosshair instantly melts at the rub, sighing softly. “Thank you.” He sighs. “So much. Thank you. Thank you.” He mumbles softly.

“No thanks necessary.” Rex rumbles, and he smiles when he feels a kick. “Hello baby boy, how are you?” He coos, gently rubbing the spot. “Not giving Papa too much trouble, yeah?” He asks, smiling softly.

Crosshair chuckles. “Nah, just the normal amount.” He grins softly, still looking sleepy as he yawns and cuddles close.

Rex chuckles. “Sleepy.” He kisses Crosshair’s head before sliding down and gently kissing his belly. “Baby, let’s see if Daddy can get your Papa to fall asleep by kissing his tummy.” He whispers, and keeps pressing soft kisses to Crosshair’s belly.

Crosshair chuckles, yawning loudly. “Just might work.” He mumbles tiredly, the little kicks make him sigh happily. He loves feeling his baby, no matter how much he may complain.

Rex smiles, and starts following the little kicks with his lips, tracing a line over the soft skin of Crosshair’s bump. He hums when he feels the soft hairs that have started to sprout on his loves belly, remembering the grumpiness that accompanied the realisation that growing hair on the bump was a normal pregnancy symptom.

Rex chuckles at the sweet memory, feeling another little thump against his lips, his heart warming and filling with so much love for the little being he’s hardly even met yet.

Suddenly a loud snore startles him, and he looks up to see his darling husband snoring away, a bit of drool hanging from his open mouth.

Rex smiles and crawls back up, covering them both up as he snuggles his husband close. How did he ever get this lucky? He doesn’t know, but no matter what happens now, he knows that as long as their family is together. It will be the perfect life.

Taglist: @ahsokatano-thetogruta

[salty-rey]

Saving Lives

Bad Batch Fic | Sequel to Come Back

Pairing: Crosshair x reader (hinting)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Bodily injuries, blood, story time!

A/N: Hello! I wanted to write something that elaborated on the relationship between the sniper and combat medic. It’s rather rough, proof-read once (thank you Grammarly), and I may not captured Crosshair’s personality perfect. I hope you enjoy, and I will be back with another story!

Roughly two weeks have passed since the last mission, and during those long days, you were recovering from being shot. Being bedridden was not ideal, almost driving you stir crazy. Especially whenever you tried sneaking out of the barracks, there was always one member of the Bad Batch there to stop you. 

Wrecker freaked out when he caught you slowly shuffling towards the bathroom, asking why you were out of bed in panic. He only helped you after explaining your destination, waited outside before actually carrying you back to your cot. 

Echo spotted you slowly making your way to the kitchen area before redirecting you back to bed like a concerned older brother, staying by your side and offering his arm for support in case you felt weak. Quite the gentleman.. At least he went back to get whatever food you were craving. 

Tech found you attempting to do some stretches since you were stuck in bed for Maker knows how long. He lectured you on the facts that your wound may open again if you attempt any movement during a specific time frame. Even when you decided to lay back down he was still lecturing!

As for Hunter, he entered the barracks, catching you standing on your feet. You were in the middle of putting your chest piece armor back on when you winced at the slight sting of your wound. The Sergeant went full dad mode on you, scolding you for moving when you’re still recovering. Now you knew how it felt like to be Omega, which caused you to accidentally say, “Okay, dad.”

You watched Hunter’s back stiffen, an unreadable expression crossing his face before he turned around, leaving you alone in the barracks. What was that? You thought before sighing, slowly removing your chest piece. 

Speaking of Omega. Maker, bless that little girl. 

When you were initially knocked out after returning to the Havoc Marauder, Omega refused to leave your side. The boys tried to reassure her that you would be alright, but she wouldn’t budge. After a couple of hours, you woke up, disoriented at first, before spotting the little girl fast asleep on a chair at your bedside. Hunter was awake at the time, and he explained everything while you rested. The boys learned that it was indeed a trooper who shot you and not Crosshair because Omega was persistent in backing you up in your story. You watched the Sergeant carefully picking the youngest member up and carrying her to her makeshift bedroom.

You were awake when Omega rushed into the small barracks, eyes wide before spotting you. She first cried tears of joy, happy to you see that you were okay. Hearing her crying caused Hunter and the other boys to rush in, worried that something was wrong before relaxing after you explained why Omega was crying. 

Since that moment, Omega stayed and kept you company. Whenever she wasn’t informing you of the group’s next objective, she would ask if you needed anything like food or water. You felt bad having her grab something to eat for you, and you mentioned it to one of the boys whenever they pass the barracks. 

“I’ll let her know. She is looking after her teammate though.” Hunter commented before leaving. 

One day during the weeks of recovery, Omega came to your bed per usual and sat down. You were reading on your datapad before glancing up. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she first started off, looking a bit nervous. 

“Sure, what’s up?” You asked after putting your datapad down. 

“I heard stories of the Bad Batch back on Kamino, but I was hoping to hear how you became part of the team. Since you’re not a clone like us. I-if you don’t mind!” The child asked bashfully, causing you to smile. 

“Of course! Heh, no need to be shy,” you grinned before relaxing against your pillow. “I was formally part of the 501st under General Skywalker, still as a combat medic. I helped aid their soldiers and taught any clones who wanted to become a medic. But I was taken out of that battalion and introduced to these guys after Wrecker’s accident.” You said, pointing to the left side of your face. 

Omega frowned at the mention of the deep scar on the more giant clone’s face. 

“Do you...know how he got it?”

“Not the specific details. Just that his fondness for exploding things up got the best of him at that moment,” you answered. “But that is a story for Wrecker to tell you himself. After his incident and intense care, the Kaminoans and High Command thought that it would be best for the Bad Batch to have a medic at all times. And that’s where I came in.”

“What was it like first joining them?” Omega asked, scooting her chair closer, eager to know more.

You laugh nervously before answering awkwardly, “A nat-born joining a bunch of mutated clones who have a distaste for regs? It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, Omega. At least, for some time.”

“Wait. Hunter and the others were mean to you?” Omega looked shocked, unable to imagine any of her older brothers being cruel. She began to turn towards the door, ready to get up and give the boys an earful.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there, targon.” You quickly said, grasping her hand to stop her. “They weren’t mean to me. Just...indifferent.” Omega looked confused still, but she was no longer about to charge out of the room. Seeing that the girl was relaxed, you let go of her hand. 

“The boys are thick as thieves. Having a complete stranger joining them for Maker knows how long it was off-putting. But, one by one, they slowly welcomed me into their merry band. Well, all except Crosshair.” The mentioning of his name caused you to frown, your hand gripping the sheets. 

Omega noticed your shift of emotions, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. “You two were close.”

You couldn’t help but softly laugh a bit. “Not at first. He was the hardest one to be accepted by. It took us potentially dying just to get close.”

At that, Omega’s eyes widened, her jaw-dropping, and you knew that you had to tell her the story now, or she will never leave you alone. 

“Keep up, medic. Or I’m going to leave you behind.”

“Where have I heard that before?” 

It has been several months since you have joined Clone Force 99. And each mission has been quite eventful. All dangerous, non-stop action and heart-pounding moments. You had seen your share of action before joining this group, especially when you were with General Skywalker and his boys in blue. But the 501st pale compared to the Bad Batch. Then again, the Bad Batch is sent to suicide missions, unlike the 501st, so the comparisons aren’t fair. 

Such missions that you were on right now. 

Infiltrate a Separatist’s stronghold, eliminate the enemy commander and destroy their entire base. Nothing new but this time, you found yourself on a thick rainforest-like planet. It was the dead of night, using the shadows to your advantage. While the boys handled the assigned target, you and Crosshair were tasked to eliminate any remaining outside forces and retrieve a getaway vehicle. 

You have been paired with Crosshair in the past, but they have never been pleasant. The sniper all but ignored you or let out harsh remarks, insulting even, but you did your best not to let it get to you. All attempts to befriend him or have him loosen up a bit around you. It was all in vain, though, and even the rest of the batch members have told you to simply give up.

“It’s not you,” Hunter said one day as they were currently jumping through hyperspace. “He’ll come around. Just you wait.”

But it has been so long now. When will it happen? You were getting tired of the glares and sneers, but you refused to give in. 

Focusing back on the mission, the two of you reached the edge of the forest, locating the hanger currently guarded by battle droids. 

“Those dwarf spider droids may be a problem,” you stated, spotting the said droid following the standard clankers. 

“You should have stayed on the ship if you’re going to get cold feet. You’re useless on the battlefield,” Crosshair sneered under his helmet. You remained quiet, refusing to glance at him. To give him any satisfaction of his words stinging you intensely. 

“Just give me some cover fire. And don’t hit me,” you stated before donning your eyeshield then rushing in with your dual pistols. 

Having done this countless times, taking down the droids has become second nature to you. So, one by one, the droids fall, caught off guard from a sniper shot from the thick forest. They were also surprised to see a single soldier rushing them with nothing but two pistols. 

Once the separate hangar was secured, Crosshair silently joined you, neither one speaking. No “thanks” or “great job.” Then again, the Bad Batch weren’t the ones to compliment each other. Do the job, and get out alive. 

“Crosshair, (Y/N). What’s your status?” Hunter’s voice came through the comlink. 

“Just cleared out the hangar. We’re getting the getaway vehicle right now,” you responded as Crosshair began to hotwire one of the landspeeders. 

The landspeeder came to life, and you quickly hopped on, not wanting to test to see if Crosshair would actually leave you behind. The speeder raced down towards the rest of the crew’s location, staying on time with the plan. As the wind whipped through your light armor clothing, you began to hear a faint beeping sound. Leaning down to the ground, the beeping was getting louder and faster. 

“There’s a bomb!” You shouted with realization before rushing towards Crosshair. 

The sniper didn’t have enough time to respond because you tackled him off the ledge of the speeder. You had thought that you reacted quick enough, but the planted bomb exploded, launching the two of you further into the air. You felt your hands slip from Crosshair’s armor, separating the two of you. 

Then, you landed hard onto the ground, and you felt something snap within you. You couldn’t scream, the air being knocked out of you as your body tumbled and rolled to a stop. Summoning whatever strength you had, you slowly pushed yourself up with your arms before sharply sucking in some air, pain flaring on your right side. Carefully feeling your side, you came to a quick conclusion before gasping.  

Crosshair?! Looking around, you spotted the nonmoving clone a few feet away from you, and your stomach dropped at the sight of him. The silver-haired man was lying on his back, his helmet knocked off his head, and you spotted blood oozing from a cut above his eyebrow. Not only that but his right arm and left leg were awkwardly twisted. 

Fighting off your own pain, you crawled towards him before pushing yourself on your feet. The world spun, almost causing you to fall backward, but you quickly regained your balance. We can’t stay out in the open. That explosion will attract more droids to our location. 

Placing his helmet back on his head, you hook your arms under his shoulders. 

Dragging his body deeper into the forest was no easy feat. You were panting and sweating, your head was pulsing, and the pain on your side was overbearing. With every shift, you felt your bones poking at your lungs, causing you to slow down before resuming.

There! 

You spotted a large tree, and underneath the roots, the ground sunk and became hollow. It was a perfect hiding spot, and droids are dumb; they never look up or down. 

Not wasting any more time, you slid both you and Crosshair into the hole, and once settled, you immediately went to work. 

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Crosshair slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times as his vision cleared. He tried sitting up, but that caused his head to ache more than it already was. Raising a hand, he felt bandages wrapping around most of his head.

“Leave it alone unless you want to bleed again.” 

Crosshair looked over, spotting you sitting nearby, weapons at hand. “What happened?” The sniper groaned, lowering his arm down.

“The landspeeder had a bomb planted and exploded. You broke your arm and leg and had a concussion.” You answered, receiving another groan from the clone after he noticed those said injuries wrapped up in wooden splints. “I’m guessing if the vehicle was activated improperly, it would self-destruct. No wonder the GAR had issues with this Separatist; they thought of everything. Hey! What are you doing?”

Crosshair had begun to sit up, using his good arm to push himself from the floor. “What does it look like?”

“You’re not fit to move around, Crosshair! And neither am I.” You shouted, shuffling towards him, putting your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop. “I broke 3 ribs, and I can feel them poking my lungs. Hunter knows of our situation, and they’re working right now to find a way to pick us up.”

Crosshair pushed your hand off of him with his good arm, his glare piercing you. “I don’t need you telling me what to do.”

“Apparently, someone does. As your medic, my word is final when it comes to your wellbeing.” You snapped back, putting your hand back on his shoulder and pushing him down. “I’m not letting you toss your life away, all because you want to be stubborn!”

“Don’t act as you care about us clones!” The sniper growled, struggling underneath your hold. “We’re exposable for you perfect nat-borns!”

Your grip on his shoulder loosen, and your glare slowly softened. “Is that why you hate me? Because I’m a perfect nat-born?” You questioned almost a bit too calmly, which startled Crosshair a bit. He wasn’t expecting this reaction from you. No glares or quick remarks. Just silence. 

“I am not perfect, Crosshair. No one is perfect. Nat-borns, regs, defects, we’re all the same. Living and breathing, filled with emotions and flaws. What we do with ourselves is what makes us unique.” You said before moving away from him. “I chose to be a medic because I was tired of seeing everyone dying around me.”

Crosshair slowly raised an eyebrow, his face slowly relaxing. “What...do you mean by that?”

You spare him a brief glance before leaning against a stomp, steadying your breathing. And so, you began your tale. 

You were born into slavery and having no memories of your parents, too young to really. Among the slaves were children such as yourself, and you called them brothers and sisters. However, one by one, they either died in accidents, killed by their masters, or sold off to buyers. Finally, after years of servitude, you managed to escape, sneaking onto a shuttle and never looking back. 

“The moment I left the shuttle, I was given another chance. A chance my brothers and sisters would never have. That’s when I decided to become a medic. Then I volunteered to be a combat medic because I wanted to save lives.” You finished your story, your breathing steady.

“Even if you were created to fight for someone else’s war, that doesn’t mean your life is meaningless. Believe it or not, but I do care about your life. And that of your brothers’. Losing a loved one is never easy, and I don’t want to see any of you go through that.” You fell silent before taking a small breath. “I didn’t tell you my life story so that you can pity me or for me to win you over. Just to tell you my reasoning in life. What you do with my story is up to you.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Neither one dared a glance at the other. You didn’t like opening up old wounds, telling others your story. The only one who knows is Anakin because the two of you share a kinship of being former slaves. 

An hour has passed, and your comlink came to life. Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch contacted you, informing you that they have returned to the ship and are en route to pick both of you up. Their arrival was quick, and so was being carried into the Havoc Marauder. 

They had succeeded in their part of the mission, even if they were now chased by any remaining droids. It wasn’t an issue, though, once they left the planet and jumped into hyperspace.   

“After that, we were flown to the closest medical station, and we were both healed up.”

Omega was speechless. She had heard stories of the Bad Batch’s missions back on Kamino through word of mouth from the troops, but nothing detailed. This was quite the tale, and she felt a lot of emotions. The first thing that the girl managed to say was, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. The important part is that we both survived, and after that, Crosshair wasn’t so harsh on me. In fact, he always had my back. It was his idea to outfit my old armor to that of Clone Force 99, officially making me one of them.” You replied with a soft smile. 

“Thank you for telling me your story. I hope we get Crosshair back soon because I would like to know what he was thinking throughout that moment.” Omega said, causing you to smile sadly. 

“Yeah, me too...”

Omega noticed your sadden expression at the thought of the sniper, awkwardly shifting in her chair. Hoping to lighten up the mode a bit, Omega asked you, “So, why is your nickname “Freckles”?” 

Your cheeks warmed up and you softly laughed, looking embarrassed. “When the rest of the boys checked up on us, I was being removed from a bacta tank. All I had on was my top and tight shorts. They saw that my mostly covered areas like my thighs were littered with freckles, and that’s where I got my nickname. It was embarrassing.”

“Yeah! But Crosshair was the one who pointed it out!” The booming voice of Wrecker came as the boys now stood at the doorway.

“From what I remembered, you were the one who whistled at her in the first place.” Tech pointed out. “Quite improper if you ask me, since she is part of our team.”

“Need I remind you that you were the one who recorded the whole thing,” Hunter added in. “Don’t you think that’s improper?”

The boys began to bicker among each other, except for Echo who simply listened to the retelling of that moment with intrigue. All of this just made you blush harder, covering your face with the sheets. Because you also remember Crosshair looking you up and down, before smirking and saying “Nice freckles.”

[spectralthings]

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[zoeykallus]

I'd say, Disney is trying to be... well, Disney. And yes, of course they more or less aimed for younger audiences. But they also made Mandalorian, which I would not consider a kid's show. Yes, TBB is an animated show, indeed, and it has its typical light moments, that most kid shows have.

But looking at it as a whole, there have been a lot more serious, dark and even brutal moments in this show than anything else, even in the first season alone. The things Crosshair did for the empire in the first few episodes alone.... The very first episode, order 66.

As I said, Disney being Disney, they are aiming for young audiences, but at some point they started and tried to please every one, including the adults, for more viewers of course. But either way clone wars, Rebels, and last but for sure as hell not least, TBB, all have their dark and gut-wrenching moments. Admittedly, TTB and CW much more so than Rebels.

Everything is possible. But I totally get the skeptical point of view, honestly I'm skeptical too when it comes to Disney. But I wouldn't rule out anything yet.

Edit: And one of the reasons why they try to please the grown-ups too, might be that, if we are honest, Star Wars is a damn old franchise and a pretty big part of the fans is pretty old too. My Dad turns 61 this weekend, and he watched the original movies as a young teen. But again, it's Disney, so I'm not sure what to expect.

And I totally get where @nahoney22 is coming from, it would so fit Omegas character to do something like that. She always wants to help and protect her brothers. There is a possibility at least.

You know, it would not surprise me at all if Omega was to sacrifice herself for her brothers. And not just the Bad Batch. ALL clones.

This episode she told Crosshair that she was sad that Rex and Echo lost a lot of men because of her since she’s so valuable.

She is aware of how much she is needed and would probably be willing to do her own Plan 99 and sacrifice herself before Palpatine can get his wrinkly fingers on her.

[spectresrisearchive]

Doesn't it bother you that TTB is super whitewashed and Omega is meant to be the clone of a Maori man?

Of course it does. Everyone I follow and interact with is viemently against the whitewashing and portray every member of the batch, including omega based on Temuera and his Maori upbringing.

[mybbcmedicine-blog]

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[groguandthebadbatch]

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