#tup joins the bad batch

[tup-ika-5385]

Summary:

Taking a nervous breath, Tup approached the hangar bay, gearbag slung over his shoulder, all packed for his new mission. Recently, Captain Rex recommended him as a potential ARC candidate, which had him nearly vibrating in excitement. However, he didn’t have as much experience as some of the other applicants, so he’s been assigned a mission, a trial run of sorts, to see how he’d do fighting alongside someone outside the 501st. All this to explain Tup’s anxious anticipation as he approached the Omicron-class shuttle currently parked in the Resolute’s main hangar.

TLDR: Tup has a joint mission with The Bad Batch, and nothing goes as planned.

__________________________ “Okay… here we go.” Taking a nervous breath, Tup approached the hangar bay, gearbag slung over his shoulder, all packed for his new mission. Recently, Captain Rex had recommended him as a potential ARC candidate, which had him nearly vibrating in excitement, but because he didn’t have as much experience as Jesse and Fives, he’d been assigned a mission, a trial run of sorts, to see how he’d do fighting alongside someone outside the 501st. 

All this to explain Tup’s anxious anticipation as he approached the Omicron-class shuttle currently parked in the Resolute’s main hangar. Training on Kamino, he’d heard stories about Clone Force 99, breaking nearly every training record (along with a few dozen regulations), but he’d never actually met them. So when he saw a trooper in non-standard gear staring him down, he squared his shoulders and tried to look more confident than he felt. Their helmet was pretty unusual, with an asymmetrical visor and a target sight over the right eye.

He gave them a sharp salute, unsure what to expect. “Reporting for duty, sir. My name is Tup.”

The trooper scoffed before calling into the ship, voice dripping in disdain. “Hunter, the reg’s here.”

“Reg?!” Tup blurted out before he could stop himself. 

“Crosshair, don’t antagonize the kid.” A voice called from inside before another trooper stepped onto the ramp.

The first trooper, Crosshair, apparently, removed his helmet with a scoff, rolling his eyes. Tup blinked, surprised at his unusual appearance; Crosshair didn’t look like any clone he’d ever seen. But he pushed down his initial reaction to look back at the other trooper, gear much closer to standard, with a few added weapon sheaths, Tup noted appreciatively.

Tup crossed his arms, huffing. “I don’t know what you mean by “reg,” but I’m not a kid either. And my name is Tup.” He repeated, frowning under his helmet.

The new trooper lowered his hands in a “stand-down” motion. “Alright, Tup. No offense intended. The name’s Hunter. Come on inside and we can get started.” Hunter waved him inside, and Tup moved to follow him. Crosshair refused to move out of the way, shoulder-checking him slightly as he walked past, but Tup refused to rise to the bait. Rex sent him here to prove he could work well with others, so that’s what he’d do. He’d handled worse than Crosshair before.

Once inside, Hunter removed his helmet and Tup followed suit. He made a small noise as he saw the other trooper’s hair; long-haired troopers were few and far between. Tup himself was one of just a few in the 501st, and the only one who actually took care of it like he should. Hunter kept his back with a bandana, but other than a small case of helmet-hair, it actually looked pretty well-cared for. 

As his eyes adjusted, Tup noticed two other squad members in the combined briefing room/mess area. One was wearing goggles and fidgeting with a datapad of some kind, and the other, bigger than any clone Tup had ever seen, was inexplicably doing bicep curls with a gonk droid, of all things. 

Upon seeing Tup, the big one gave him a grin that reminded him of Hardcase after a particularly successful barrage of blasterfire. “Hey reg, catch!” All of a sudden, he hefted the gonk droid like he was going to toss it to Tup, eliciting a full-bodied flinch, but Hunter stepped in at the last moment with a look of warning. Crosshair snickered, and Tup sent him a glare.

“Awh, man! ‘Was just a joke!” But thankfully, Wrecker relented, putting down the gonk droid and standing up to give Tup a friendly pat on the back, which would’ve sent him sprawling if he wasn’t prepared. “The name’s Wrecker! Guess you’ll be working with us on this one!” 

Tup returned the greeting with a wary smile. Wrecker, at least, didn’t look like he was intentionally antagonizing him; probably just a little unaware of his own strength. “Tup. Good to meet you.”

Wrecker took a moment to survey the other trooper, grinning when he noticed his hair. “Hunter! He’s got long hair like you! Reminds me of when you used to put your hair in a nerf tail!” He went in to ruffle Tup’s hair, which Tup quickly noticed and sidestepped, just barely stopping himself from lashing out on instinct. 

“Oh, sorry!” Wrecker tensed slightly, realizing he’d overstepped.

The trooper who’d been sitting quietly until then spoke up, adjusting their goggles as they began. “You displayed an atypical response to Wrecker’s actions. Am I correct in guessing that you’re more protective of your hair than most standard troopers?”

“Yeah, maybe. I’ve had one too many bad experiences with the trainers on Kamino, if you know what I mean, so I’d appreciate it if you asked first.” Tup rubbed the back of his neck as he willed his heart to slow back down, surprised at the other’s perceptiveness. 

Crosshair, who’d given Tup a hard time earlier, elbowed Wrecker in the ribs, eliciting an apologetic look from Wrecker as the rest of the group sat down around the holotable. Maybe they’d just gotten off on the wrong foot earlier, Tup considered. 

Hunter’s gaze fell on Tup for a moment longer before starting the briefing, noticing his heart-rate going back down and deciding not to intervene. “Alright, here’s the mission parameters. Medical supplies have been going missing at the supply depot on Lothal. First we’ll be doing surveillance, learning who’s responsible and then taking them out.” He turned on the holotable as he continued, bringing up a projection of the supply depot.

“A stakeout? I hate stakeouts!” Wrecker grumbled.

Hunter ignored him, turning instead to Tup. “This is the layout of the depot. What do you think, kid?” He gestured to the table, curious what Tup would suggest.

Biting his lip again at being called a kid again, Tup took a closer look at the map, zooming in on a couple taller buildings. “Hmm… ideally we’d have two teams; one to watch the entrance and another to monitor the supplies in question. This building is a pretty ideal vantage point for most of the city. You’re the sniper, right?” He asked Crosshair, who grunted in assent. “This would be a good location for you, and the other group could be here.” He gestures to another building right across the street from the depot with a clear view of what’s inside. “You know your own men best, but Wrecker seems like a hands-on type, so keeping him closer to the fight would be best, and maybe your technology specialist would be able to tap into their security feed from there; sorry, I don’t know your name.” He nodded at Tech.

“Tech,” Tech offered. “And you seem to have deduced our typical division of labor. Usually, Hunter will spend time with each group as-needed.”

Tup grinned, happy to hear that he was on the right track. “Affirmative. I’m generally more of a forward-fighter than a marksman, but I can go wherever you want me.” He addressed Hunter.

Hunter gave a small nod of approval. “Sounds like a solid plan. Crosshair, you’ll be watching entrances and exits while the rest of us stay closer to the supplies in-question. When you need a break, either Tup or I can relieve you.” 

They continued to plan logistics for a bit, but soon it was time to head out, so Tech went to the cockpit while the rest of the squad got the ship ready for takeoff.

“You might wanna hold onto something.” Hunter called in warning, but nothing could’ve prepared him for Tech’s rapid takeoff. If it wasn’t for Wrecker’s steadying hand, Tup would have fallen flat on his shebs. 

“Thanks for the save, vod.” He grinned sheepishly at the larger trooper. Wrecker sent him a beaming grin in response, scooting closer to Crosshair with a stage-whisper. “He called me vod!” To which Crosshair rolled his eyes before getting up to find somewhere with a little more personal space. 

The flight itself took a few hours, during which time, Tup busied himself by cleaning his kit, eating a ration-bar, and sneakily admiring Hunter’s assortment of vibroknives as he cleaned his own kit nearby. From what Tup could tell, these troopers basically lived on this ship, so he tried to respect their privacy. It wasn’t long before they were touching down on Lothal, and this time, Tup was safely strapped into his seat for landing. Exiting the ship, Tup takes a deep breath in preparation. His first real mission outside the 501st; hopefully it’ll be off to a good start.

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It’s been about five hours since they got settled for their stakeout. Wrecker’s taking a nap (something about his overactive metabolism), and Tech’s been spending his time monitoring the security feed while Tup and Hunter take a turn on lookout.

From his perch in the window, Tup sent another glare towards the flickering lights outside the small apartment. They’d been making a faint buzzing noise for the past hour, and Tup was about five seconds away from chucking one of Hunter’s vibroknives at them. Looking around the apartment didn’t immediately reveal any switches to turn it off, but after a little investigation, he found a metal panel in the wall with rows of breakers. It didn’t take long to identify the correct one, and he let out a sigh of relief as the buzzing finally stopped. 

Glancing around the room, he grinned at Hunter, who had a twin look of relief on his face followed by brief confusion. “Wait, you could hear that too?”

Tup nodded with a groan of annoyance. “Yeah, I’ve got pretty sensitive hearing, but nothing like yours, I’m sure. Back on Kamino, the warning drill lights used to make the absolute worst noise, and I was the only one in my squad who could hear it! My batcher, Dogma, took my word for it, but the rest thought I was crazy.”

“Ugh, those were the worst! When we got our own bunkroom, Tech was able to adjust the frequency, but the rest of the facility was a nightmare.” Hunter complained, happy to commiserate with someone else who understood, even just a little bit.

Tup sat back down, a little closer to Hunter, giving him a sheepish grin. “I’ve, uh, been meaning to ask you… I don’t see too many vode with long hair. Mine’s always a disaster if I leave it down instead of putting it in a bun, and most civvie hair product just makes it stiff and itchy. How do you deal with it?”

Huffing in amusement, Hunter responded. “Heh, well… for me, my hairstyle’s the lesser of three evils. Regulation haircuts need to be maintained nearly every week; I used to scratch myself raw when I was an adiik, trying to get rid of all the little hairs after it was cut, so I started growing it out, which helped a lot. I’ve tried the whole bun-thing, and a couple other hairstyles, but they’d give me pretty bad headaches. The bandana is the only thing I’ve found that really works for me.” He ran a hand through his hair, returning Tup’s grin. 

“Huh, makes sense. My batchmate, Dogma, used to get annoyed when I complained about headaches from pulling my hair up too tight. Said if it bugged me so much, I should just cut it off.” Tup shook his head with a grin. “So do commando’s get better soap rations than the rest of us?”

Hunter shook his head with a smirk. “Not exactly, but we do have a little bit more freedom with our mission stipends. Sometime in our first couple missions, we had to make an emergency landing on Nal Hutta, which if you don’t know, is one of the worst-smelling swamps in the galaxy, and none of the regulation stuff helped at all. Tech found a holonet article recommending this, uh, adiik shampoo, and it worked. Plus it’s supposed to be hypoallergenic, unscented, all that, so we’ve just kept it in stock since then.”

Nodding seriously, Tup made a mental note to look at the specific brand when they went back to the ship. “I’ll have to look into it. Thanks, vod!”

Hunter quirked his head in assent, lips curling into a small smile. It’s been a while since anyone outside the Bad Batch referred to any of them as a brother, but Tup didn’t seem to hesitate. Commander Cody had hinted at integrating them more with the other troopers for future campaigns, and if they were anything like Tup, it might actually be bearable.

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Meanwhile, in a nearby alleyway, a shadow lurks in the dark, cloaked by experiemental tech and a local perfume shop. Taking out a pair of scopes, it closely monitors dual silhouettes in a nearby window, partially obscured by a curtain. They can just barely see the barrel of a rifle poking out of the local chrono-tower, good as invisible to the naked eye. An hour passes, and one form disappears, closely followed by a door opening and someone exiting the building, extensive gear poorly hidden by a poncho. Bandana and distinctive tattoos turn away and start walking towards the chrono tower. He disappears from sight, and the shadow is quick to follow.

[masterjedilenawrites]

hello there. could i request the bois and tbb for their reaction that they would have when they see their s/o wearing a dress, as their s/o normally wears pants and shirts.

Fox, Fives, and Tup eat it up. They start with an endless string of Wow-s, then they'll remember other words exist and insist their S/O spin around or pose for them so they can admire all the angles. They may even insist on some photos, or maybe grab whoever's around so they can show off their partner's look. Otherwise it's praises galore. Regardless how comfortable or not their S/O initially feels in the dress, they're definitely getting a confidence boost.

Jesse, Kix, and Wrecker instantly turn mischevious. They're whistling, they're teasing, they're even getting handsy. It's just too big of a change to pass up an opportunity to have some fun with it. If their S/O's not fully comfortable in the get-up, they'll help make them laugh and loosen up a little. It's just clothes, and at the end of the day they're still the beautiful person they fell for no matter what they wear. But this outfit sure is fun.

Hardcase, Dogma, and Tech honestly won't notice. To say they're oblivious to things like fashion is an understatement. Their S/O will try to casually draw their attention toward it, swaying around or saying things like If only I had pockets to put this thing in... Still nothing. They'll have to stand right in their line of sight and specifically say Hey look! I'm wearing a dress! Then these guys will have a little moment of dazed blinking before giving a shy smile and a nice compliment.

Rex, Hunter, and Crosshair will stop dead in their tracks, mouth agape, speechless at the sight before them. Bonus points if their S/O is really feeling themselves, rather than being awkward or embarrassed. The confidence they exude is more mesmerizing than the dress itself. They never really snap out of it either. They may put on a face, act cool and collected, but inside they're still freaking out. They simply cannot look away. And when the dress comes off and it's back to pants, they'll low-key pout about it.

Cody, Wolffe, and Echo have a less obvious, but no less appreciative reaction. Their face will light up with a smile, their eyes will grow soft as they take them in. If their S/O is walking awkwardly they'll rush up to offer their arm and help put them at ease. Or if their S/O is really enjoying the change of attire, they'll help them find ways to wear dresses more often. They will always be supportive - and enamored - of their S/O's choices in appearance.

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SALARY, BODY MODIFICATIONS, AND MUTATIONS

A PERSONAL HC

All these are for writing purposes only! There are not to be taken as canon or as critiques, only my point of view on how to make the world make sense.

First things first, I do not think Clones get paid much. I don't think clones get paid at all. Since they are more property than they are citizens I highly doubt Clones get any kind of salary.

However, it is shown that Clones go to bars like 79's often and maybe do other things when they are on leave, so I have the HC that despite not having a salary, the GAR provides them with a small amount of Credits they can spent.

It's not enough for them to do a lot of stuff, but it is enough to indulge in a few things, like buy snacks or go to bars.

THAT SAID--

I don't think clones could afford dyeing their hair or getting tattoos

ESPECIALLY HAIR DYE

However here are my HC on how these things work for clones:

HAIR HC

Hair dye is an expensive thing. Not only that but the procedure of de-coloring dark hair (standard clone hair) and re-painting takes time, constant care and constant visits to the hairstylist, which is not something clones can afford.

Not only do they not get enough money for something like that, but seeing that they are at war for months and sometimes they don't even get access to baths, i find it difficult to imagen how they could maintain the color. Specially seeing Rex being perfectly platinum Blond every time we see him, even as he is a fugitive.

GAR provides the troops with haircuts, so they all are up to regulation and even gives them freedom on the stile in which they want their haircut (as long as it keeps the regulation.)

But clones with long hair are very rare, I imagen they need to prove that they are able to keep it neat and well kept in order to be allowed to keep it (Like Tup). But if not, they are forced to cut it. Hunter is the only exception as he belongs to the Bad Batch, and the Bad batch is deviant by nature.

So how do clones with different hair color work?

It's a mutation.

It has been confirmed in legends that despite how rigorous Kaminoans are when cloning, they often find slight mutations to the formula. Mutations that are harmless and (thanks to the Jedi) are allowed to join the task force.

So it's not that unusual to find clones that are born with a lighter colored hair or with different colored eyes (Like Echo or Chopper) from the standard.

Clones like Sinker, Gree, Crys, Rex, Tech, Crosshair, Bly and others were born with a hair color different from standard. However this only applies to natural colors: Red, Blonde, Platinum blond, Grey and Brown. So you won't find a clone that was born naturally with blue hair.

If a clone wants hair of another color, they can, but it would be something they would either have to finance themselves with what little they receive. Or it's a gift from a nat born friend that they often visit. However it would be common to find them in battle with their hair unpainted or half-painted rather than fully colored.

TATTOO HC

The easiest way for a clone to have a distinctive feature is a tattoo.

However i doubt most clones have the opportunity to go to a tattoo parlor to get a decent, clean and safe tattoo. Specially since we see clones (Like Fives and Hevy) that already have their tattoos a little after they left Kamino.

Tattoos are also expensive, so I doubt they would be that accessible to clones.

The solution? Clones tattoo themselves, prison style. Some creative clones find themselves able to fabricate a tattooing device and offer their brothers the service in exchange for what little belongings they are allowed to have.

Reason to why Clones usually have small distinctive tattoos, rather than big complicated tattoos like full sleeves.

Tattoos made in this clandestine way often get infected and are a hassle to take care of. So Clones prefer something small and easy to manage rather than something big. (Except some brave souls like Jesse, Dogma or Hunter... and they probably had a hard time with their own tattoos.)

Colored tattoos are rarer, but not impossible to get. However, depending on the artist they might cost more extra ration bars than standard black.

Troopers prefer to tattoo their face rather than other parts of their body as they are often fully clothed and they don't get to show more skin other than the face. But if they can, and have the opportunity they would get other tattoos in their arms, chest, back or even legs.

HOWEVER! just like with hair, if the clone has managed to save enough credits or they have a nat born friend, they could get their tattoo in a safer, hassle-less manner. But I don't think is something every clone has.

CORUSCANT GUARD

As an extra HC I wanna say that the Coruscant guard are better paid than regular clones and have "free days" rather than leave like regular clones. These perks don't make the corrie work any more enjoyable for clones.

That being said, I do imagen that the Corries have more accessibility to salons to dye their hair or tattoo parlors to get decent tattoos. IT's still expensive and they still need to work hard for it, but it's easier for them than for regular clones.

On the contrary, due to their way of working. It's harder to find a corrie with a scar as they are less exposed to danger and harm than normal clones. It's not impossible of course, but it's less common.

It's more common to find corries with fancy hair colors and more complicated tattoos. But Clones tend to look more rugged than Corries.

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Recently became obsessed with cowboy au's again so I did what any reasonable person would do and made a silly Clone Wars au for pure self indulgence.

Please enjoy my silly little headcannons and maybe one day I'll actually write the thing (I've said this several times before...but one day!)

•Usually with modern au's I try to justify why Jango has so many damn kids but not this time. The man just does okay? Also he's not attracted to women so like..who knows! My favorite plot point is Jango just has a bunch of kids and no one knows why and they just have to accept that

•Jango/Myles supremacy. They're married, thank you. Silas is their third wheel that's just always sorta there.

•Good dad Jango! Always good dad Jango. I just love him okay? It's like a little treat for myself.

•Ages are like...semi...cannon? For the clones the alphas are all adults, as are the commanders. After that, Rex, Kix, Jesse and whoever else I deem to be in that like age range- are 18/19/20. Domino squad, are teenagers. Tup, Dogma, Wooley, Comet are like..ranging from preteen's to 8. Boba is the baby at 3 years old. Don't ask me about Omega or the bad batch please I haven't decided what I'm doing with them yet, probably gonna make them Arla's kiddos like the other modern au of mine. These are also like..just a general guidelines of ages I haven't really fleshed anything out.

•Boba LOVES animals. It's a good thing they live on a farm. He just..befriends all of the animals even the ones that he isn't supposed to (raccoons) Jango nearly had a heart attack. Boba was fine though, just a little grumpy that Jango took him away from the raccoon.

•It's a miracle Boba knows how to walk because he's just constantly being carried/demanding to be carried. If he has the option to be in someone's arms he will be. Spoiled little thing. Honestly all of the Fett kids are probably spoiled, but they like to tease Boba about it cause he's the baby.

•Real talk though, I think Boba is a little sweety. He just loves his aliit(family) so much and wants to spend all his time with them.

•Mando'a is a language because I said so. Mandalorians are still a culture. That's just my go to for all modern au's tbh.

•Jaster is the best grandpa EVER. He's the reason they're all spoiled. Auntie Zam ALSO spoils them rotten. Uncle Bossk does as well it's just a lot less. Hondo...is Hondo let's be honest here. They're spoiled sure but Jango would really like to know WHERE Hondo got everything from (he would not like the answer)

•I haven't figured out how or anything but Codywan IS happening. Same with Blyla (is that Aayla and Bly's ship name?? Gonna pretend it is-)

•In the vain of keeping ages semi cannon Fennec is 19 and a farmhand 👌. She's like..not legally adopted but she might as well be. Jango's baby girl right there. Boba follows her around like a puppy and it only annoys her a little. She's definitely the reason he knows bad words let's be honest.

•I'm leaning towards most face tattoos are just birthmarks. As far as names go those are just their names. No one ever said Jango was good at naming things. Isn't there a comic in legends where they have a pet eel and it's name is just eel?

•Everything I know about 3 year olds comes from the times I have babysat actually 3 year olds and google. So in that spirit, Boba does have a paci in the art depicted below simple because I wanted to draw a pacifier- but Jango is also trying to ween him off it so he doesn't mess up his teeth.

This au has consumed me like..ugh I'm obsessed with it. There may or may not be a pinterest board just entirely dedicated to it. You don't understand how in love with this silly little au I am-

If you made it this far through the post- have some traditional art that may or may not get turned digital eventually! (There was one of Myles and Jango but I literally cannot decide on Myles hairstyle and couldn't erase it anymore for fear of ripping the paper so...)

Join me next time (maybe-) for when I inevitably think of more headcannons for this au.

In order: Jango and Boba, Jango braiding Fennec's hair, and Cody!

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"A Question of Seman-dicks" (GN)

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"I Know." (GN)

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"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)

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Tech x Reader

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I didn't have anything specific in mind, so I'm going to do my request a little differently (if you're not a fan of this, feel free to ignore). I'll give you three things. You can write whatever you want, but it must contain all three!

1. Fireflies

2. Peanut butter

3. A goodnight kiss

For clones, you can choose from Fives, Wolffe, Tup, or Thorn. It could be fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive or not. It's up to you! Oh, and with a female reader, please!

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Holidays in Hyperspace [Tup x Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Information: Having been friends for quite some time, Tup has grown incredibly fond of you and your company, and has been wondering how to take things to the next step. A unique opportunity presents itself when the 501st helps Ahsoka put together a party to liven things up and celebrate one of the many galactic holidays while on a long journey through hyperspace; Tup chooses the night of the party to make his affections clear. Will he pull it off without his (well-meaning) brothers meddling with his plans? 2nd Person POV, undescribed Fem!Reader (save for a costume). Fluff fic. Friends to lovers. Some fixing of each other's clothes costumes. Mando’a. Very minimal Star Wars and real-world swearing. Fictional and in-universe holidays. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. This fic doubles as a submission for @pinahallowsevecloneparty (permission was given by the requester); prompt sentence(s) for that event are in orange. 

Word count: 6,593

It was an early Taungsday morning, the Resolute flagship deep in the thralls of hyperspace. 

Though you should be used to it at this point in the war, you would occasionally find yourself struggling with the extended hyperspace journeys. The longer they were, these trips were capable of warping one’s internal sense of time without local day-night cycles to take one’s cues from. The unaccustomed and inexperienced had a much harder time dealing with these drawn-out travel periods, often oversleeping or undersleeping. 

Those who had grown wiser in time advised that if you were finding it difficult to sleep, it was best to find something productive to do until you were sufficiently worn out. So, around 03:30, you shuffled yourself down to one of the unofficial social centers—disused meeting or war rooms that had been converted to more inviting spaces-—and wondered who you would find. 

More often than not, you could expect to brush elbows with your fellow crew members, as well as the boys of bravest blue, troopers of the 501st Legion of the GAR.

In your time among the Resolute’s crew, you created more than a few unexpected friendships with the Clone soldiers, all of which you cherish deeply. 

Captain Rex, longtime leader of the 501st and right hand man to both General Skywalker and Commander Tano, often kept his mind sharp by devising battle strategies and studying intel on the Separatists. You’ve provided company (and caf) while he puzzles out new methods and attack algorithms with the limited downtime he has a handful of times in the past. He’s always been appreciative of how attentive you are as he painstakingly explains tricky terminology or tactics. Admirable ARCs such as Fives and Jesse enjoyed an easy conversation while working to keep their gear in perfect working order. They liked having someone to trade little jokes, someone to playfully pester with all the questions they had on galactic pop culture. 

And once you had the approval of the legion’s oldest soldiers, the affections of Torrent Company’s youngest weren’t far behind. They made regular efforts to invite you to join them at the long tables within the commissary time and time again. Generously shared their space with you because they knew you were kind and nothing but respectful, and that you could tolerate most of their boredom-borne antics. (As well as counting on you to talk them out of the riskier ones.)

You haven’t had the chance to confirm it with anyone, but you’re beginning to suspect you're one of their favorite crew members, too. 

As you step into one of these converted social centers, you find General Skywalker’s padawan and most of Torrent Company inside, the room in total disarray. Alerted by the door’s hydraulics hissing open, several turn to see who it is and greet you in excitement. Crates full of colorful bits and bobs are piled in the middle of the room, and the tables have been pushed against the interior walls to give everyone space to work. 

“Hey, come join us!” someone calls in a lively voice from the back of the group. “We were just helping Commander Tano choose some decorations!”

Interest piqued, you join the cluster in the center of the room to see what all the fuss is about. Clutching a datapad, the young Togruta is scrolling down a long file, face set in an expression of deep concentration. Loosely circled around her, the Clones waiting patiently take the opportunity to trade a few more greetings with you once you’ve drawn closer, choosing to stand beside a trooper with his hair styled in a topknot. 

“Hey there, Tup.”

Tup’s word of welcome is slightly teasing, but all in good humor. 

“Well good morning. Couldn’t sleep, burc’ya?”

Friend. 

You’ve picked up enough Mando’a in your time to recognize the word, sleepless as you are. Out of Torrent’s youngest soldiers, you and Tup are probably the best acquainted. It’s probably been a good few months since you’ve gotten to know one another properly after a few unfortunate trips to the medbay around the same time. 

He had sprained his ankle during a field exercise on the planet the Resolute had been stationed over at the time, and needed to pay the health center a visit. Just to make sure the injury wasn’t something more serious than what a bit of bacta and rest could take care of. You, on the other hand, found yourself catching your cabin-mate’s stubborn fever, so you went to see if there was something you could get to lessen the amount of time you would find yourself out of commission. No such luck. 

His kind demeanor and even kinder smile made your ailment more bearable when it became more severe, for a time. Tup was sure to visit you every day until you made a full recovery. You’ve been close ever since. 

“Something like that…” you reply with a mild chuckle. “What are we choosing decorations for, exactly?”

“Commander Tano was telling us about different, minor galactic holidays just a moment ago.” 

Your interest piques again. You knew of big ones, like Boonta Eve, named such in the honor of Boonta Hestilic Shad’ruu, a Hutt who ascended to godhood in Hutt lore. And the Wookie holiday, Life Day, that’s spread in popularity in recent years. But much like sleep, the knowledge of any minor holidays eluded you. 

“Oh? Anything interesting?”

Dogma, listening nearby, offers an example. “There’s the Weequay holy season called the Month of Plenty. Honors a lunar god.” It apparently involves open skylights in temples dedicated to the deity Quay on Sriluur to aid with tracking the moon’s position.

Ahsoka, continuing to comb through the file, explains why she’s trying to plan for a small party when you ask what brought this up. “Around this time of year, when I was a youngling, Masters at the Jedi Temple would teach us about the different cultural holidays around the galaxy. To help us expand our minds and form compassion for other lifeforms. I… started feeling a little homesick for the Temple once I remembered.” There’s a few that have looked promising so far, but there’s simply not enough time to prepare for some of them. 

Jesse, playfully elbowing Fives next to him, pipes up next. “That’s when we suggested we could find a holiday to celebrate before our next mission! It could be fun for everyone.” There had to be something that didn’t take a lot of planning or effort. Glancing at the datapad, he suggests one he sees at random. “Like… What about the Day of Breath, Commander?”

Ahsoka studies the information on the holiday for a moment, then shrugs. “Day of Breath is for celebrating the day someone was born. I can’t think of anyone who we could celebrate in the next two days before we’re out of hyperspace…” 

Fives strokes his goatee in thought before nodding in your direction. “The day she was born wasn’t that long ago. Maybe we could do a belated celebration of her’s?” There’s a murmur of agreement around you, as well as apologies from those who hadn’t realized or forgotten. 

“Wait,” Hardcase calls over his brothers’ voices, “what about this one?” He singles out a holiday listed in the middle of the screen just before Ahsoka scrolled on, one that’s celebrated around this time of the standard year.

The Night of Guises and Gourds. 

“That’s an odd name.” Ahsoka remarks. Regardless of the strange name, she thinks the holiday holds promise.

It entailed colorful decorations, the creation and gifting of simple, sugary snacks, and costumes. There weren’t many strict or rigid traditions for celebrants to observe, either. Following the end of many galactic harvest seasons, this marked a time to honor the departed, and revere the creatures and concepts of lesser—and sometimes frightening—understandings. (The padawan laughed seeing the Force listed as one of the examples of poorly understood subjects by the document.) Reading deeper into what caught Hardcase’s eye about the costumes explained that these clever guises had drawn inspiration from galactic folklore and mythos long ago, and expanded to iconic figures from pop culture in more recent years. 

And, they could be homemade. 

“What do you think, Commander? Could probably find things laying around the ship, same as the decorations.”

Ahsoka nods in agreement with Hardcase, grinning. 

“I think I already know where to look.” 

“We can get a start on the decorations while you’re gone,” you offer, knowing it would take time to rifle through everything collected. It would be doing Ahsoka a huge favor as well. 

“You wouldn’t mind supervising?” Ahsoka double-checks, handing over the datapad. You’d need it to best judge what decor crammed in the boxes in the middle of the room will fit the theme of the party while Fives and Jesse volunteer to go search with her. 

You smile, certain. “No, not at all! There’s enough of us here to get a good start.” Like the majority of the GAR, Torrent Company was full of hard-working men who had a talent for making the most monotonous of tasks an enjoyable experience. 

The padawan nods appreciatively. “Thanks. Dogma, would you mind helping her?”

Dogma meets Tup’s eye, and a strange expression crosses his face. He was never known to question or turn down orders, so to the surprise of both you and Ahsoka, Dogma attempts to shift responsibility. “I’m afraid I… h-have a headache. I should go see Kix for it, Commander. Perhaps Tup can help her in my stead?” Feigning an ache in his right temple, Dogma momentarily cradles the side of his head in hopes of better selling the lie. 

Concerned, Ahsoka apologizes for not noticing earlier. “I’m sorry, I had no idea. Go get taken care of. Have Kix let me know if it gets any worse.” She waits once Dogma has quietly excused himself from the room, oblivious to the subtle glances the troopers cast in one another’s direction before turning her attention to your friend standing beside you. 

There’s something slightly odd about those smiles coming from them when Tup says he’d be happy to help however you need while you set up for the party, but you try to pay it little mind. Maybe it’s just some form of Clone humor. You’ve seen plenty of it since joining the crew, and you’re sure to see more while you spend the next few days preparing for the Guises and Gourds party. 

Word of the party spreads quicker than anticipated. 

Plans to decorate one social center turned into multiple, before quickly changing to taking over the main cafeteria after late-meal in order to accommodate everyone interested in attending. As the volunteer team grows, problems disappear almost as quickly as they show up. 

An hour ago there wasn’t enough bunting to decorate the main snack and drink tables. Now there’s enough to line the walls of the commissary in an unbroken loop. A majority of the decorating will have to take place the day of the party, leaving plenty of time that can be devoted to figuring out the fun foodstuffs and costumes. 

Torrent Company continues to do most of the legwork, the troopers trading their armor for aprons as they work to make enough sugar cookies to feed an army, and then some. They’ve gotten a good head start while you have been busy with your respective tasks around the flagship. By your estimation, they must’ve made fifty trays or more so far, leaving some plain while others were decorated with icing and sprinkles.

You plan to join them once you’ve spent a little time off your feet. So snacking on a sample cookie given to you by Hardcase, you’ve taken to thumbing through a list of last-minute costume ideas on your datapad, looking for inspiration for the few who haven’t found something to wear. 

“Mm. That’s a really good cookie.”

Someone from the back of the kitchen tells Hardcase that it’s probably Tup who deserves the credit for the batch of cookies he gave you a sample of. “He figured out how to make ‘em really soft before he and Fives started experimenting on another recipe together.” Hardcase then laughs, adding, “Neither of them will tell us what it is, or accept any offers to help.”

That doesn’t come as much of a surprise to you. Since Tup joined the ranks of the 501st, he’s adopted a few mannerisms and formed close friendships with many of his brothers, namely Dogma, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and the captain. Out of all of them, and apart from you, Tup’s perhaps closest with Fives. 

“Ooh, I bet Jesse hates that.” you reply with a mirthful grin.

Jesse, among the oldest of the company, had a sense of humor that often meshed well with that of his younger brothers’, leading him to keep a closer eye on them in an inadvertent manner. 

Sure enough, as he slides another tray laden with cookies out of the industrial ovens before setting them aside to cool, Jesse calls to Fives and Tup as they continue to work with their backs to the rest of the kitchen. Whatever it is they’re working on, they’re doing a splendid job of keeping it secret. 

“Are you sure you don’t want more help, Tup?”

“No, no, we got it.” Tup insists, likely not for the first time. “Don’t you still need to find a costume?”

Jesse laughs sheepishly, grateful for the reminder. “Oh damn, nearly forgot.” He’d been busy helping Captain Rex with official matters while most of Torrent had the opportunity to pick out their costumes.

Feeling bad he had missed out on that fun, you came prepared and put together a list of potential costume suggestions you thought he might like with the help of his brothers. “I gotcha covered, Jesse.” You invite him to grab something to sit on and pull up a spot beside you, pulling up those notes from the planning session. 

“Got some ideas for me, mesh’la?” He takes the ideas everyone had brainstormed, grinning like a nexu. 

You warn him with a playful roll of your eyes. “I had a little help from your brothers. So if you don’t like any of them, don’t be hasty to blame me.” 

“What’re you dressing up as?”

Consulting the short list, there was a ‘headless horseman’ suggestion that had been wisely scribbled out; that sounded like he was just begging to be haunted by Jango’s pissed-off spirit. Better safe than sorry. 

“A siren. It took a tiny bit of convincing from Tup.” you say. 

It had been the strangest thing. You had only mentioned it off-handedly, just a passing sort of comment while looking through the costume material Ahsoka had gathered up, finding a large bolt of shimmery sequin fabric in your favorite color. Like, a really large bolt; enough to make an elaborate (but probably very itchy) dress or two. It helped that it had a vaguely scale-like look to it as you showed the others. 

“Heh. Someone could make a really handsome merman using some of this. Whaddya think, boys?”

Tup hadn’t found a costume yet and was seemingly eager to get the process over with, so he jumped on your suggestion. While doing so, he dug out a bolt in a complimentary color to the sequins and offered it out to you. 

“Sounds good to me. Oh look! Maybe you could take some of this silk and use it with the sequins to make yourself a siren, burc’ya! You’d look really great.”

You agreed after a short moment of thought, hearing how sincerely he meant it. Tup would never purposely steer you wrong. Now the two of you would have a similar costume theme for the Guises and Gourds party.

It was hard for Jesse to contain his smile next to you. “Tup as a merman. And you’re matching with him? Sounds like you’ll be having a lot of fun.” Turning back to the list, he looked over everyone one last time before making a selection. 

“If no one’s taken the king’s costume, I’ll use it.”

“Sounds good then; I’ll ask Ahsoka since she’s keeping track of everything.” Taking back the datapad, you send a short message to Ahsoka, who confirms the costume is still up for grabs just a few minutes later. “Say, any idea if the captain’s able to make it to the party, or does he still think he’s gonna be busy?”

“No idea,” Jesse replies glumly. “Didn’t have a chance to ask.”

“That’s okay.” you say, trying to remain optimistic. 

There’s still time to find out, and no shortage of tasks to do before the night of the party.

The day of the party, not long before late-meal, you and Tup agree to meet up to take care of any alterations needed before getting ready for the Night of Guises and Gourds. 

It’s not going as smoothly as you hoped. For whatever reason, Tup’s hands are shaking like an under-caffeinated Corrie while he helps you strengthen the stitching holding the slippery folds of silk together. More than once, while wearing the skirt fashioned in place of an awkward and constricting mono-fin, the needle he’s holding has grazed you while piercing through the elastic waistband. 

“Ow.”

“S-sorry,” Tup apologizes with a stammer, checking for blood where he poked you.  

By the mercy of the Force, he finds none. 

“Just a couple more stitches. Unless, you’d rather not risk my help?”

With an assuring nod, you tell him to go ahead and finish. “It’s okay Tup. Just feeling nervous about the party?”

“Maybe a little,” he confesses, concentrating harder on making these last stitches as painless as possible. 

Tup’s grateful you’re not Force-sensitive like Commander Tano or General Skywalker right about now. Otherwise you might be able to sense, even hear, how fast his pulse pounds in the shell of his ear. How his heart races, skipping a beat when you say his name. The flush of fire that builds in his face when he thinks of you in fondness and in friendship; it burns hotter day by day. How could he be so lucky to have you for a friend? What cosmic force did he have to thank for putting someone so wholly kind and sweet in his life? 

And was he going to be able to pull this off tonight? 

If he didn’t… When would he get another chance? Before he plucked up the nerve again, someone else could come along. Maybe another, less cautious brother. Or rather than risking romantisms with someone only born and bred to die, you’d play it safe and date a fellow crewmate. Maybe… maybe he had you all wrong and you weren’t the sort interested in dating. 

Other than honest, loyal companionship, what could he even bring to a relationship? 

Tup honestly wasn’t sure. But blast it, he wanted to try. 

Stitching finished without further incident, Tup puts the sewing supplies aside. “That should do it. Give ‘er a spin, let’s see how I did.” 

Humoring him, you start slowly, performing little half-spins. You want to make sure the thread survives a warm-up, first. The fabric sways like grass reeds in the wind, silk swinging against sequin. Building up to higher speeds, bigger movements, the layered skirt now ripples and snaps like wind-battered masts on seafaring ships of old. Slowing again, the movement becomes hypnotic, almost mesmerizing. 

As you are now, you look fit for the sea with the long, layered skirt and borrowed bodysuit to give your upper body a slightly more ‘streamlined’ feeling. Your hair has been styled, careful hair gel application giving you a slightly damp, tidal-swept appearance. With more of Tup’s help, you would complete the look and truly fit the part of a siren for your guise. A bit of makeup here and there and a few faux pearls should be enough. 

He’s grateful this part doesn’t require a steady hand worthy of a surgeon; daubing brushfuls of shimmering eyeshadows into the scale stencil you’ve made comes a lot easier than grasping a thin needle. Creating patches of these false scales around your eyes, your neck, and the back of your hands takes no time at all. Everything gets sealed with a setting spray and given time to dry. 

You’ll leave adding any pearls for last. Now helping Tup, you take the same portion of fishnet stocking you sacrificed for a stencil and start at the collarbone and shoulders. Knowing it’s going to tickle, Tup asks you to save applying makeup on his face for last. 

Working quickly, you move the brush and stencil down a portion of his arms, and he begins to regret the amount of glitter building on his skin. 

“There’s so much glitter,” Tup remarks with a soft grimace. “We’re gonna be finding this stuff for years after tonight.” 

You chuckle sympathetically and try to keep the lilt in your voice playful. “You decided to be a shirtless merman, remember? I can add less scales than we initially planned, but you should make your peace with it now, Tup.” He only shrugs, fiddling with an errant strand of thread from his sequin pants while you brush in the scales. With the completion of his upper arms, all that’s left to work on is his face. 

The brush, combined with a feather-light touch proves rather ticklish for your friend. 

“Hold still, silly,” you chide him after his head ducks to the side once more. “Hard to do this when you’re squirmy.” You’re prepared to cup his face if necessary, just to make sure the facial pattern doesn’t become misaligned or smudged. He'll need a do-over otherwise. Taking him gingerly by the jaw for the moment, you guide Tup’s head where you need him and try to pick up where you left off. 

“Please look at me…”

Tup complies with your request, eager to follow instruction. The pair of you so close together like this, his soulful eyes are practically amber in the ambient light, wholly focused on you. Each time you need to lean in a little closer, carefully brushing in scale after scale, Tup’s smile seems to brighten. 

Look at you? Be this close to you? He’d be all too happy to do so. 

Once you’re finished, taking extra care to protect the scales with the setting spray, you surprise him with one final addition for his costume. Knowing you’ll have extra, you string together a row of the pearl beads meant to be finishing touches to your own costume with some of the thread from earlier and carefully wrap it around the base of his topknot. This way, it looks like his dark, curly hair has been secured by a string of pearls. 

You take a second to find a pocket mirror so he can see the final product before the two of you set off to join his brothers for a hurried late-meal. He admires your work for a moment before telling you he loves it in a soft, awed voice and helps you gather your things. 

“Mirdala, - ! I never would have thought of that.” 

The two of you walk down to the commissary together and find they’re serving stew tonight—something that provokes an excited “Hell yeah, soup!” from the back of the hall—before you have a chance to discreetly confer with your datapad under the table and find the meaning of the words. 

You find one means 'clever', but unfortunately, you hadn’t been able to properly make out the second word at the time. 

But that wouldn’t matter soon enough.

In all your time aboard the Jedi cruiser as a longtime member of the crew, you can’t remember a time you’ve seen the main mess hall this lively. Tech-savvy Clones compiled a setlist and mood lighting for tonight to really complete the atmosphere, giving the space a playful vibe. 

You’ve had a chance to sample some of the snacks, along with probably one of the best glasses of punch you’ve enjoyed in a long time. 

And the costumes! You’re relieved there’s no costume contest put in place for this Guises and Gourds party because it really takes the pressure off of those who feel their entry is in some way conditional. Attendees can come just as they are, if that’s what they desire, or, if plans change. 

Letting down her lekku for the night, Ahsoka traded her typical attire for a comfortable poncho set, only keeping the headdress and beaded markings of a padawan learner. You, Tup and the rest of Torrent Company couldn’t remember a time you’d seen her so relaxed, other than when she was meditating. Well, maybe relaxed isn’t the word for it. Happy is probably more appropriate. Carefree. 

Ahsoka gets to put her responsibilities behind her and act more like others her age, just for tonight. She’s been bouncing between groups of soldiers since the start of the party, complimenting everyone on their costumes, enjoying the food and the music. 

Around the same time she’s made it over to you and “your” little portion of Torrent friends, the 501st’s medic cuts his way through the crowd, surprising everyone. 

“Kix! You made it!” 

He had been expected to oversee the medbay tonight, but more than likely he cashed in a few favors in order to make an appearance. “Thought I’d see what all the fuss was about. Sorry I missed…” Kix trailed off, gesturing to the decorations and a few of his brother’s costumes. “All this. But you guys look great! What’s everyone supposed to be?” Going around in a circle, everyone explains their costume, or lack thereof. 

Dogma decided on a vampire costume because of its simplicity, settling for a red cape to accent his Republic blacks, though he wasn’t a fan of the false fangs. He wore them only for pictures, since they made it hard to talk. Fives had tried to pull off a lycanthrope look, but the adhesive was dodgy and he ended up looking like a Wookie with a very unfortunate case of mange. He had to settle for borrowing a non-Clone’s medical coat to dress up as a “Sexy Doctor” reminiscent of those medical holodramas. A glorious-looking king for all of fifteen minutes, Jesse successfully demoted himself to a fancy prince after he convinced Captain Rex to take the crown offered to him. Hardcase had wandered off to go talk to the captain about something shortly after and hadn’t yet returned, but he opted not to go in costume due to decision fatigue. He would much rather eliminate any stressors that would take away from the fun of spending time with his brothers. 

Tup explained he was a merman when Kix questioned if he wasn’t cold being shirtless, proudly showing off the shimming patches of scales and the string of pearls nestled in his hair. He gestured to you next before his brother got the chance to ask, obviously excited.

“And she’s a siren; similar theme!” 

Kix nodded to show his approval. “Rather impressive you two. And what about you, Commander? What’s your costume?”

Ahsoka shrugged. “Oh, I don’t have a costume.” 

“Your poncho has a hood,” you point out, carefully raising the blueish white pocket of fabric over her head when she asks. “There! Now you can be a ghost.” 

She gives you a beaming smile, grateful for your help. “Thanks! And thanks so much for all the help you’ve put into the party. Means a lot.” 

Her smile is returned with one of your own. 

“Any time, Ahsoka.” 

Before setting off to mingle with the other attendees once more, she leaves you with a kind embrace and a reminder to enjoy the rest of the party. Everyone else, she playfully instructs to behave. 

Kix assures her that they will. “It’s not every day we get to celebrate a holiday in hyperspace. Right, Tup?” He gently nudges the end of his elbow into the brother beside him currently looking a little lost in thought. Surprised, Tup turns to look at the medic, unsure what was asked. 

“Hmm?”

“You okay, Tup? You seem distracted.”

Assuring his brother, Tup tries to wave Kix’s concerns away. “Yeah, yeah- I’m fine. Just remembered that I forgot something for the party in our bunkroom. Erm, more than one thing, actually…” 

Without a moment of hesitation, or even knowing what it is that he’s forgotten, you offer to go with him. Surprisingly, none of his other brothers offer to lend a helping hand. That’s not like them at all. Each one of them merely smiles and says “Alright, we’ll see you two later.” before Tup disposes of your empty punch glass and leads the two of you out of the crowded mess hall. The lengthy corridors of the venator feel so empty by comparison, quieter than you ever remember them being. 

Tup’s pace down to his bunkroom is hurried, which you chalk up to distance. While the bunkroom isn’t too far away from the party, you still have a bit of ground to cover together. You expect to return to the party before long, unless whatever it is Tup forgot ended up being something heavy, or unwieldy. 

“Are you sure we don’t need your brothers’ help?”

“I’m sure. They keep offering, but I don’t need the help of my vode for this.” Tup replies cryptically. 

You find his answer a little strange, but you’ll know what he means soon enough. 

Opening the bunkroom door, Tup seems surprised that there’s no light on inside when the hydraulics quickly whip the door back. They were on when he left to help you fix your costume, and none of his brothers told him they had turned off the light, either. Nothing too weird about that, they must’ve just forgotten to mention it, excited about the Night of Guises and Gourds party. 

He’ll just turn on the light and- nothing. Was there a problem with the panel? Depressing the usual buttons a few times has no results on the room, save for turning the dim ‘sleeping’ light overhead on and off instead of the primaries. 

Great. More problems for the maintenance crew to sort out. 

Shaking his head, Tup suggests you both just forget it for now and go figure out where the stuff ended up. What you came for had originally been left by the door, but it looked like someone forgot why it was there and put everything away. It was likely going to be by his bunk or along the back wall, both of which were further back from the door. 

Guiding you through the semi-darkness, he takes your hand to help you navigate the room. 

It’s tidier than you expected, the only ‘mess’ to be seen are a few open foot lockers stacked at the foot of each bunk. “Watch your step. Wouldn’t want you to trip over anything.” As you venture deeper, the radius of the dim sleeping light fails to adequately light the way around, meaning in no time at all you’d be stumbling blindly without your friend’s help. 

You tighten the stitching of your interlocked fingers, an anchor of safety. In return, Tup squeezes your hand reassuringly; a promise you’ll be okay while your eyes adjust to the dark.

Coming up to the back of the room, Tup tells you to wait off to the side, offering to find a decent light-source for you so you have an easier time helping him ‘find’ everything. 

But he won’t be finding anything; this is all part of his plan. Removing the mattresses from the frame of the bunk, he lays each on the floor in front of you, throwing down a couple of spare pillows for good measure. Inviting you to get comfortable, he collects the box of rations and a small holo-projector previously hidden under the lower mattress. 

Humming to life, the projector begins to play a pre-selected recording once Tup has set it on the floor. 

Slowly, tiny spots of blue light wink into existence and fill the air around you, lazily drifting on a far-away breeze. In the bottom of the projection, thin stalks of tall grass sway and ripple, wave-like. This must have been recorded in a forest clearing, or grasslands of some kind. In it is a ‘sparkle’ of fireflies, climbing and bumbling through the air in a fascinating spectacle. 

It becomes pretty apparent what he’s trying to do. In your lifetime, you’ve seen more than enough holo-dramas and read just as many romance novels to puzzle out where this is going. Tup, your very good friend, has put together a picnic in the middle of hyperspace to the best of his ability in order to ask you a very important kind of question. 

“Tup… Is this what I think it is?”

By way of answering, Tup takes the hinged lid of the ration box and swings it back to show you what’s inside. Nestled in a crumpled layer of parchment paper lay peanut butter cookies, still looking just as soft and gooey from when they were baked. It’s an offering to share, or maybe a gift to you. 

Moving closer, he puts the box between you, waiting with bated breath and a nervous smile after you take the first cookie and break off a mouthful to sample. “Oh, Maker,” you moan near-sinfully after the first bite. “These are even better than the other cookies.” It’s decadent; rich and buttery smooth all at once. A lot of care must have been put into getting the recipe down for you. These had to be what he and Fives were working on in the kitchen the other day. 

“You made these for me?”

Tup nods, finding his voice. “I did. I wanted to make tonight special. Well, m-more special than it already was.”  Throat bobbing, he swallows down his nervousness with a bite of his own hard work, chewing slowly to think of something more to say. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now… But I couldn’t find the right time to say it. Or the right thing to do.”

Half-eaten cookie in hand, he gestures to the holographic fireflies. “I wanted to take you stargazing. But we see stars all the time, especially in hyperspace. So Hardcase suggested fireflies instead. I-I dunno where he found the idea; I was running out of time.” 

“Well, even if he can be a tad… distractible, ‘Case is full of lots of good ideas. And fireflies are pretty.” you reply, breaking off another portion of your first cookie. “What were you running out of time for?”

In the dim light, he shrugs his shoulders, full lips set in a slight pout. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess. There was so much more I wanted to do and I only had a few days to do it.” The fact he did it at all was an accomplishment, too. It would probably be best to tell you that another time. 

Best not to spoil the moment when you move aside the repurposed cache full of cookies and slide closer to him, all with that sweet look on your face he grew so fond of. It didn’t matter that it had been half a year or less since getting to know you. Tup had grown so enamored with you for your kindness and a rare, genuine nature to you that he knew he’d be willing to risk making his heart vulnerable to you.

His brothers had his back. You practically had his heart; he just hoped to make it official. 

Trying to put himself at ease, Tup finds your hand and merely holds it for a time. Committing to memory as much as he can. The weight of your hand, the length of each digit. Where your hands are soft, or rough with the evidence of a storied life. How comforting it is to feel you squeeze his hand and rub your thumb over every scarred knuckle with the kind of tenderness he was never really afforded as a young cadet, or even as a tubie. 

He’s courageous, and competent, and capable of so many things… except finding the bravery in himself to utter three little words. 

“I… I want you to be more than just my friend. More than a vod’ika, too.” Tup tries explaining, using the Mando’a word that means more than just ‘sibling’, but also ‘dear friend’; both of which are always meant as endearing terms. He’s grateful you’re clever enough to read between the lines and know what his tongue cannot bring itself to tell. 

Utilizing your knowledge of the ungendered language, you search for the next closest words as you move to cradle the back of Tup’s head, smiling encouragingly. 

“What do you want me to be?” you ask. “Gar…?”

Voice soft, almost breathless, Tup answers your prompting. He sits forward. You do the same. 

“Mirdala cyar’ika.”  

Drawing him close, warm, silken lips take that first of shared gestures quickly—testing, even tempting deeper waters. Each of you face this depth, deciding to press on together. Warmth consumes the two of you as you each grow bolder, going forward with more confidence in swimming further out from safe harbors. Out of reach from the white caps of the cresting waves, together you take pause, seeming to recall where you are. 

For a moment, you felt almost adrift. Heads light, and the silk from your skirt pooling between you, slipping with every moment, had given you both the feeling that you were somewhere else. Somewhere lightyears beyond the Resolute racing through a hyperspace lane, bigger than this dim bunkroom and the middle of a projection of little, living stars swimming in an ocean made of oxygen. 

Basking in this euphoria, both of you first lean against the other, arms laced tight and catching your breath. Neither want to let go. Not when there’s a thousand unspoken I love you-s to perform, and a thousand more ways that are far more unique. 

“We can tell your brothers whenever you’re ready. This little bit of… ‘star gazing’ was a great idea… Thank you, ner cyare.”

Before the end of the night, it would not matter that he ended up missing the rest of the party with his brothers; Tup could now say with full confidence that his new favorite holiday was the Night of Guises and Gourds. 

Not when you could say the same thing. 

Thank you for making a fun request for this little event, Steph, and for allowing me to double-dip by fitting this into Pina's Monster/Halloween AU by making this a costume party. This ended up longer than I expected but it was so, so much fun to write; I hope you enjoyed! 🩷

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[mistatsunrise]

Condemned to Jealousy

Fandom: Star Wars, but where Fives was listened to, Palpatine is gone and the Republic is winning the war once and for all.

Pairing: Fives x Reader, unrequited Crosshair x Reader

Content: Angst and a little bit of fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1642

A/N: Mando'a translations are 'mesh'la' = beautiful, and 'ner kar'ta' = my love. I wrote this in an evening so it's rather messy, but I've had this idea on my mind for a couple of days and actually wrote it for once.

When he hears that the 501st are on shore leave too, Crosshair bristles. All he wants is some quality time away from the front lines with you, and now he knows that his chance is squandered. Whilst you had been working with Clone Force 99 since Echo joined, as his personal medic (keeping his biomechanics running smooth, as well as helping with the trauma of Skako Minor), you were previously assigned with the 501st. That meant that you were going to meet up with Troopers that you had once served with and Crosshair would be deprived of your presence. He tried to push down his annoyance at the fact, but the sniper barely lasted an hour pretending to be fine. The grumpiness of his amplified over the days before their shore leave, culminating to the present moment: sitting with his brothers in a booth at 79s, brooding over a glass of whiskey and staring daggers into the table surface.

The music around the bar pulsed with energy, the floor filled with various clones who were moving with the steady beat – either with each other or with a nat-born who’d taken interest. Some clones still wore their plastoid, some wore their blacks, or a mix of the two. Some clones even wore civ clothes, although it was somewhat rare. Most of the colour adorned by the clones here tonight was, of course, blue. Too much blue, Crosshair thought to himself as his eyes shifted over the crowd, looking for you.

It took him a while to find you, for you and those you were currently with were hidden by the throng. By then he saw you; the first glimpse he saw was of you with a wide grin spread across your features, eyes crinkled slightly, laughing at something one of the clones around you said. There are three of them with you, Crosshair identifies. Two of them are bald and tattooed, the other with slicked back hair, a vaguely anchor shaped beard, and a tattoo upon his temple. Crosshair narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the tattoos. Bald Trooper No.1 has blue lines wrapping around his scalp and onto his face; he is dancing near you, shimmying quickly and with no rhythm. The sniper actually recognised Bald Trooper No.2: Jesse. He was on Anaxes and they had a mutual dislike of each other, making Crosshair wrinkle his nose as he observes the close proximity of the clone to you… Even if Jesse is laughing at Bald Trooper No.1 and now seeking to playfully tackle him. However, Crosshair’s distaste at Jesse’s presence quickly diminishes as Bearded Trooper wraps his arm around your shoulders, turning his head to reveal his tattoo in greater detail to Crosshair – an aurbesh five. He knew this clone too, but had met him only briefly after the rescue of Echo, for he was his batch-mate, Fives…

The ARC Trooper with aurbesh tattoo looks down at you, a toothy smirk spreading across his features. His honey hued irises sparkle in the throbbing lights and you realise as your eyes lock that you have missed this man so much.

Before being assigned to the Bad Batch, before the rescue of Echo, you had served with the 501st. You got on with all of them, Rex, Jesse, Tup, Hardcase, Kix, and even Dogma, who was a little hard to like at times. But Fives… On your first day with the legion, and after being introduced to Rex’s squad as their non-combat doctor, Fives had come up to you with that smirk of his and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line you’d ever heard. Yet, you still blushed. Not because of the line, but because of the one who’d delivered it. From then on, you’d harboured a small crush on the ARC Trooper, who flirted with you any chance he got. He visited your medbay upon the Resolute often – most clones tended to stay away, save for their regular health check-ups, but Fives seemed to like the place more than Kix. It was through these visits that you began to get an inkling that you were not the only with a slight infatuation. It lead to the moment, in the middle of Fives’ routine health check after some time in the front line, where you both ended up acting on those feelings towards each other. From then on, the pair of you had been together, in secret, not because of some rule against clones and nat-borns being together, but due to violating the rules of the workplace. Yet, now that you served with the Bad Batch, not with Fives and the 501st, it was becoming more and more tempting to be not so secret about your relationship.

That is why, as you look into Fives’ eyes, his arm about your shoulders, you decide to raise a hand to loop around to the back of his head, your fingers slipping between his brunet locks. He raises a brow slightly, although as his eyes become hooded it is clear that he is having similar thoughts to yours.

“Mesh’la,” he mutters in his deep baritone, “I don’t want to keep this secret anymore.”

“Fives… Neither do I.”

In that moment, Fives pulls you in for a kiss, his lips encompassing yours softly. In that moment too, you hear the smashing of glass. You break away from Fives, who groans with frustration, yet too looks towards the source of the noise. You both expect it to be nothing much, maybe overly drunk patrons. It’s not nothing, as the table where your current squad sits is now in disarray and a certain member of Clone Force 99 is staring deadly daggers at Fives. The said clone makes an awkward sound in confusion, eyes flicking towards you with a hint of panic within them as he whispers in your ear, “Ner kar’ta, why is he glaring at me?”

You shake your head slightly, partially in disbelief, but also to indicate to Fives that you don’t know. “He’s usually grumpy, but I’ve never seen him like… this. Let me deal with this.”

As you talk with Fives, Crosshair is swiftly stomping over. Before Fives gets a chance to respond to you, a fist lands directly in the side of his nose, causing him to stumble and nearly pull you over with him. You untangle yourself from Fives, seeing red in the corners of your eyes as you turn to face the assailant, Crosshair. He looks enraged. However, your expression gives him a run for his credits.

“Crosshair! What the kriff was that?!” The entirety of the bar has their eyes on you as you shout, many of the 501st in the bar moving to gather around. Jesse and Hardcase, who were with you in the moments before the incident, have stepped in to check on Fives, who is holding his nose that gushes with his own crimson blood. Rex, who was sitting with the Commanders, has stood up and approached slowly, ready to step in to be the mediator, and alongside him is Cody too, the pair ready to work the dynamic duo as always. Kix is currently pushing his way through the crowd towards you as well, seeming to go full combat medic mode at the commotion. The Bad Batch have reacted too, all slightly differently. Wrecker has leapt from his seat, ready to fight. Echo has quickly moved to grab the oversized clone, and Hunter too has stopped his brother from starting a whirlwind of chaos, although seems to be more relaxed about potentially letting Wrecker off the leash if there is good reason to. Tech still sits in the back of the booth, awkwardly looking over his datapad at the situation. All of them wait, however, to see how Crosshair responds.

The silver haired sniper hisses an exhale, before snarling his words, “The reg kissed you!”

In your eyes, it is a pretty poor excuse. “So?!” You call out, your anger bubbling up with the increasing heat.

Crosshair narrows his eyes, taken aback by the question, yet this time he has a better response, spoken quietly this time, his words now laced with venom, “It looks like you’re being taken advantage of…”

If you hadn’t been drinking then maybe you would have said something better, but what comes out of you is spat that the sniper with frustration at his apparent blunder.

“I’m dating Fives, I ain’t being kriffing taken advantage of!”

Crosshair’s expression falls for a moment, a look of abject horror upon his features. Yet it disappears as quickly as it appears. He seems done, done with everything now. Turning around, to head towards the exit of the bar, he growls, “Kriff you…” He leaves then, storming out. Hunter drags Wrecker along with him after their brother, whilst Echo lets go to rush across to you and Fives, whose nose is now clogged up with napkins from the bar to stop the bleeding.

It is as Echo comes towards you and Crosshair steps out the door of the bar that the realisation of what truly happened hits you. All those around you disappear as your entire focus turns to Fives. You rush over towards him, the shouts of the clones about you trying to disperse the crowd falling on deaf ears as you throw yourself against Fives, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Fives-“

“Ssssh, ner kar’ta, not your fault. He was just jealous.” Fives wraps his arms about you, engulfing you in his warmth and comfort, placing a gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.

Meanwhile, Crosshair storms away from 79s and into the night of Coruscant, he realises that he will always be jealous in regard to you. Jealous because you are the one thing he cannot have, for Fives has already claimed you.

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[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch Crosshair - Modern AU (Family is Annoying in any Universe)

A short look into the reception for Crosshair and Lyni's marriage.

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Crosshair felt joy in his chest waking up next to Lyni. So much so that he dreaded his next deployment because it meant he had to take a break from being next to her. But Riyo promised that by his next leave the adoption papers for the twins Brutal and Shadow would be though then he could take all three to get military IDs.

And after the adoption goes through we'll take a vacation just the four of us, he promised himself. It was a promise that was keeping him from murdering many of his family members at this reception. They were testing his patience with the entirety of the Fett clan turning out to meet who one of their party boys was settling down with.

Looking around he could see his brothers talking to their cousins Cody and Rex, with a few of their brothers standing close by. Wolffe with his eye patch was giving stern stares at anyone who was headed his way so most steered clear of him. Shadow and Brutal were playing with some of the younger members of the clan, and Lyni was keeping a watchful eye on them.

Soon Jango started walking over, and Crosshair could feel the anger build up in him at the sight of the man. Most of his brothers had a strained relationship with their father, who was rightly called a dead beat. Jango had done little to raise them, preferring to leave them with the women that he slept with only to turn up later with gifts to try and mend the rift. One of the reasons Crosshair had slept around so much was because he was tired of fighting the expectation with Jango Fett as his father.

Lyni's slender hand slipped into his and Cross felt his anger melt away with her touch. Turning he smiled at his Riddur, his wife, and tried to ignore the man coming towards them. Jango had not gotten the hint, "Crosshair, why didn't you tell me you had such a lovely Cyre?"

Because my sweetheart is none of your business he wanted to say but didn't. Instead stating, "You have never been interested before."

Lyni squeezed his hand with her left as she extended her right, "It is nice to meet you Mr Fett, I'm Lyni."

Smiling the flirtatious smile he turned on all of his children's partners Jango answered taking her hand to shake, "What a lovely name for a lovely lady."

Raising an eyebrow, "A compliment that will never be returned to you sir." Crosshair snorted at the look on his fathers face but Lyni gave her practiced smile, "Now if you excuse us I have other members of the family to meet." Giving him a short nod she and Crosshair walked away and continued meeting members of the family.

There was Alpha and his generation, Colt and the rest of the uncles, Cody and the rest of the older cousins and then Tup and the rest of the younger cousins. Not to mention the spouses and partners of many of the older ones. Colt wife Shaak Ti stepped forward and took Lynis hands into hers, "Do not worry young one." With one of the tougura woman's gentle smiles, "Everyone will fall in place given time." Lyni just nodded and followed Cross some more.

Finally they had mad the rounds and settled at a picnic table for some lunch. Lyni relaxed a bit when Shadow and Brutal joined them with Wrecker following. He had also been playing with the kids but stopped when the twins wanted to rest. At this table for a moment they were just the Bad Batch and the Dathmarian trio. Lyni leaned her head on Crosshair's shoulder and sighed, "Is it always like this?" Her hand motioned to the chaos of the family unfolding around them.

Crosshair wrapped an arm around her shoulders while Hunter patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Only on a full get together. Otherwise there are less people." Lyni nodded once but sat up with with her practiced smile on her face when others joined the table.

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I'm sorry if it did not have as much interactions with the clones as wanted and/or expected. I am just trying to stay writing on a regular basis and this is what came out.

[sev-on-kamino]

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Focus (Crosshair) 🔥🍭

Distractions (Tech) 🔥 🍭

Accidental Hand Touching (Wrecker) 🍭

Looking at their lips as they talk (Tech) 🍭

Sharing a blanket when it’s cold (Echo) 🍭

Discovering common interests (Echo) ❤️‍🩹🍭

Asking them about their family (Tech) 🍭

The Bad Batch Reacts to a ticklish S/O 🍭

Remind Me of Us (Echo) ❤️‍🩹🌋🖋️

How would Echo propose? 💭🍭

The 501st

Admiring them from afar (Fives) 🍭

Exchanging secret smiles (Dogma) 🍭

Exchanging gifts for the first time (Tup) 🍭

Visiting them at their place of work (Jesse) 🍭

First conversation alone (Hardcase) 🍭

Kiss and Tell Them You’re Mine (Dogma)🎥 : part 1 🌋🖋️

Captain Rex HCs part 1 💭

Kix thots part 1 🔥💭 part 2 💭

Reacts to a drunken ‘I love you’ 💭

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Eye contact across a crowded room🍭 (Cody)

Fly The Night 🍭 (oc Blizzard)

Wolffe & the Wolfpack

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Bet on Red 🍭 (oc Flicker)

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(Never Had A) Friend Like Me 💡

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[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) - Epilogue

Words: 2.5k Warnings: Suggested injuries, paralyzation. Fluff, family. Pronouns Used: She/Her - Used of Y/N - Reader is nicknamed Snap.

Pabu was peaceful once more. With the return of those who’d gone off to Tantis came the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. The fight against the empire had just begun, and at the call of Echo, Rex, Gregor, and Howzer joined the group on the peaceful island. Each greeted with the news of (Y/N), the truth about the CX Troopers, and reunited with old friends many believed to have been lost. By far, Fives’s reappearance was the most shocking, especially for Rex, who’d been there the day he was supposedly killed.

Although the rebellion against the Empire grew, it was put on the back burner for a few months. With the scattered information (Y/N) had managed to give, Comet fully recovered, although he chose not to fight any longer. Instead, he settled for a quiet life on Pabu, helping to protect the people. By the time the battle of Yvain took place, Comet had become known as the “Old Uncle” who told the best stories.

Dogma, too, made a full recovery. Although he’d been unaware of what had occurred after his imprisonment during the war, he had been aware of Order 66. A once rule-abiding trooper, his heart almost broke to learn the Republic was no more, being replaced with the cold, unforgiving Empire. Wanting nothing more than forgiveness for his previous action, Dogma joined the Rebellion to fight for all the brothers lost during and after the war. He wrote the names of those he fought for on his armor, ensuring they would never be forgotten.

Among the names were Tup, Kix, and Jesse. He’d helped Rex with his rebellion until the Empire launched a crushing blow on Barton 4, the base of operations at the time. There, Dogma gave his life to protect what remained of his brothers and the innocent civilians hoping to escape for a better life. Among those he saved were Hera Syndulla and the former Jedi Caleb Dume.

Although Cody physically recovered from Tantis and the empire, his mind never did. Plagued with nightmares of the past, of guilt for what he’d helped bring about, and grief for all those needlessly lost. For a while, he stayed on Pabu, helping the rebellion every now and again. After a while, he decided to search for Obi-Wan. Unknown to Snap, she’d helped him. Her repeated word of “Tattooine” was all he needed.

Once he’d found Obi-Wan on Tattooine, he apologized for what happened and asked forgiveness, volunteering to do whatever was asked of him. Although hesitant initially, Obi-Wan eventually came around, asking Cody to bury his and Anakin’s lightsabers in the Dune Sea. Cody would leave Tattooine in 3BBY when Mon Mothma called for aid in her rebellion. He became a pilot and later an instructor for the Rebellion, helping to train those who bravely volunteered and prepare them for battle.

Fives, on the other hand, was a different matter altogether. Hemlock had taken an interest in the former Arc Trooper, claiming him as his personal project. After much research it was revealed Fives was supposed to be phase two of the CX troopers, aimed to be more like the Bad Batch members, enhanced physically and mentally. Because of that, his programming was far harder to reverse. Although thankful, he was able to recognize those he’d previously known.

Like with Dogma, he wasn’t aware of the Republic’s fall nor Order 66 and the destruction of the Jedi. All of it came as a cruel shock to the former Arc Trooper, even more so when it became clear all of it was a part of the plot he’d discovered before his believed death. It took several years to reverse what Hemlock had done, but it had come at a cost. With the removal of the implants, Fives was paralyzed from the waist down. However, that didn’t stop him from living a full life on Pabu, free from the war, both past and present. Fives would spend his time in the island's gardens and with (Y/N). His favorite time of day was sunset. The sight of the island lighting up never ceased to amaze him.

Gregor, Rex, and Howzer stayed on Pabu for a while after Tantis and joined the others. Howzer had taken a liking to Emerie, and thrust went on several assignments with her. The pair eventually reunited Jax, Eva, Baron, and Sami with their families. Like Cody, Howzer would join the Rebellion, being inspired by the words of the young Jedi Knight, Ezra Bridger. Sadly, Howzer and Emerie both perished at Scarif, helping Jyn Erso with her surprise attack and retrieval of the Death Star plans.

As everyone knows, Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor went into “retirement” briefly. But before that, they fought in many more battles, including Barton 4, The first failed Battle of Scarif, and The Battle of Anaxes. The latter resulted in the destruction of the planet due to the old volatile bomb Admiral Trent had once planted exploding.

All three great commanders would rejoin the fight many years later, likely many brothers they each joined the rebellion in varying degrees. Rex joined the Phoenix Squadron and later fought in the Battles of Lothal, Yvain 4, Hoth, and Endor. Rex would also be reunited with R2-D2, and told Luke stories of his father, Anakin Skywalker.

Gregor would fight and fall in the Battle of Lothal, finally being able to fight for a course he believed in and a battle of his own choosing. He’d later be laid to rest on Pabu, under the watchful eye of (Y/N)—the civvi medic who became family.

Wolffe was a different story. Although he fought in the Clone Uprising, he joined later than many of his brothers. Refusing to leave Snap until he was sure she’d be okay, the civvi medic all put throwing him on the ship, showing shades of her old self when she swore to bring hell if he didn’t keep in contact. Wolffe kept his promise throughout retirement and remained in contact with (Y/N), the Bad Batch members, and Comet.

Following the loss of Gregor and the battle of Lothal, Wolffe continued to fight, joining the Havoc Squadron, which was made up of Omega, Mox, Deke, and Stak. Many times, he commented they remained him of the boys, his wolf pack. When the Civil War ended, Wolffe retired once more, becoming a permanent Pabu resident. When returning, he took Omega and the rest of Havoc home.

What happened to the family of Clone Force 99, you may ask? Well, simply put, they retired. With all the jokes, antics, and family drama, one might expect. During the quieter moments, Omega’s training continued, with Deke, Mox, and Stak joining. Over the years, Fives, Comet, and (Y/N) were pulled into the family unit, ensuring none of them were alone. Wolffe would begrudgingly become a member of the makeshift family when the Civil War ended. Omega nicknamed him Gruffly Uncle Wolffe and occasionally Growls, depending on her mood.

Wrecker turned his love of fishing into a day job, joining the fishermen on the tides for days on end. Of course, he’d always come back with elaborate stories to tell and always greeted those who were part of his family with a bone-crushing hug. By the time the “kids” joined the war effort, Wrecker was confined to a wheelchair, but that didn’t stop him from playing games with the kids and being there to see Stak off the night he joined the Rebellion.

Believe it or not, Crosshair decided to open a little carnival of shooting games, everything from throwing things at targets to water guns. For the fun of it, he’d added hook-a-duck and give prizes. The former sniper also loved cooking and drawing, often experimenting in the kitchen and engaging in banter with Hunter and Wrecker. His artistic skills were something of a legend on Pabu, his keen eyes allowing him to capture the details others missed. Eventually Crosshair took up photography, capturing the beauty in both people and the simple things in life.

At some point, he “adopted” Deke, ensuring the former cadet had a family to rely on. He passed down all his skills as a sniper, unknowingly preparing him for the rebellion to come. Although reluctant to let Deke go, Crosshair would see his boy off the day he left Pabu and greeted him with a fatherly hug when he returned. The two were in constant contact through the war, with Deke never being afraid to pester his dad for advice, needing a confidence boost or a reminder of home.

Tech had quite the journey. At first he avoided almost everything to do with his life before Tantis and becoming a CX Trooper. Instead, focusing on helping (Y/N) recover and reversing the reconditioning each trooper, including himself, had been put through. For the most part, Tech recovered; although his mind remained the same, he could never steady his hands again. There were always tremors and spasms. Along the way, he’d also lost his confidence, becoming self-conscious about his scars and mismatched eyes.

Wolffe helped with the scars, while Phee and (Y/N) had worked together. Phee worked on the present and future, while Snap helped Tech process the past and became the project he wanted to fix. Eventually, Tech joined Phee on her adventures across the galaxy, reigniting their previous spark of romance. Tech and Phee would adopt Mox and eventually marry; although they’d go on all kinds of adventures, they’d always return with priceless artifacts from across the galaxy.

Sadly, Tech eventually lost his sight. No one knows for sure what happened. He’d woken up one day, and his normal golden eye was nothing but black. His cybernetic was damaged not long after, resulting in partial blurred vision. Despite losing vision, Tech still enjoyed the peaceful life on Pabu, becoming a flight instructor after retiring from going on adventures with Phee. Just like Wrecker, Crosshair, and Hunter, Tech was there to see Mox off when he joined the Rebellion, a proud smile knowing the next generation was ready to take over.

What happened to Echo and Y/N, I hear you ask?

Echo stayed on Pabu for a while, enjoying the peace and helping where possible. He was there for Cody when the reversal process started and Tech when the exceptionally minded clone allowed him to help. Likewise, when the struggles began with Fives and (Y/N), Echo was there to offer a hand.

The challenge with Snap truly started upon finding out how much she remembered. She did remember some things from the war, joining the efforts: Fox, Thorn and the Coruscant Guard, Master Plo, Wolffe, and the 104th. She remembered everything, right up to the day Fives had told her of Echo’s supposed death at the Citadel. Then nothing. Anyone she met after that point had to reintroduce themselves, hoping something, anything, would retrigger her memory of them.

Over time, other things came to light. At first, (Y/N) struggled to speak outside of a selected few repeated words: Tech, Help, Thank you, Love, Necklace, and Free. Eventually, she was able to speak almost perfectly, with a stutter and sometimes long pauses, as she took the time to allow her mind to catch up. Hunter took the time to help her speak with Tech and Wolffe's assistance.

Retrigging (Y/N)’s memory wasn’t easy. Certain words seemed to bring things back, as did actions and objects, but it didn’t always stick. Sometimes, it was as if her memory reset every night. As you can gather, Snap was never able to return to her previous role of Medic, her mind too broken to allow her to continue doing her previous job role. Although she did patch the boys up from time to time.

No one knows for sure what triggered her memory of Echo’s rescue. Every time she’d seen him before that, it was as if she didn’t know who he was. He’d introduce himself as if they were strangers. Then, one day, she recognized him. That day, her first words to him were simple enough: “You’re alive.”

Echo hadn’t smiled as much as he had done that day. To hear her utter those words, knowing she remembered something more, meant the galaxy to him. However their relationship never returned to what it was, mainly due to Echo’s guilt for what happened. He blamed himself even if no one else did, even if (Y/N) didn’t.

Instead, The pair built up a strong friendship; Snap would offer the encouragement needed to continue his fight against the empire while reminding him to stay safe; his family still needed him after all, even if he didn’t realize it.

The hardest part for Snap was relearning all she forgot, sometimes, many times over. Her family, the war ends, the fall of the republic, the Jedi purge, and even her own actions. The latter of which (Y/N) was determined to put right. Eventually succeeding, first with Cody, then Comet, Tech, after he finally deemed she was able to complete the necessary steps sufficiently, and finally Fives, with Tech assisting, and Rex along with Gregor to provide a helping hand when needed.

Of course, Wrecker kept to his word; he contacted Devika when the ship landed on Pabu. The young Senator visited at every chance, helping where she could and thanking with gifts and knowledge. When away, Devika would also call at every opportunity, updating those stowed away on the peaceful island on the goings-on of the wider galaxy.

As for retirement, Echo never really did retire; when the uprising failed, he helped Devika with her plans in the senate, eventually leading to a bigger rebellion. For the most part, the former Arc Trooper worked as an analyst and battle strategist. However, when the others retired, he remained in contact with the bad batch and the family on Pabu, along with Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe. Echo lived to see the empire fall, settling down on Coruscant when it all ended, along with Rex. However, he’d visit Pabu when able.

(Y/N) never left Pabu, instead settling on the island along with those who became her family. Although she could never aid as a medic again, she did train the next generation. And helped to raise the kids. At first, she lived with the Batch, mainly with Hunter and Tech, if only so they could keep an eye on her and help when needed. Eventually, though, she tried to live on her own, something that they all discovered was disastrous, even more so upon discovering (Y/N) no longer had the mental capacity to live alone.

By the time Mon Mothma called for the rebellion to unite, Snap was living with Fives and Comet, running a little stall at the island market, selling flowers from her little garden and handmade clothes, blankets, and trinkets. She never got tired of hearing the stories the others would tell, and although her memory never truly recovered, she still enjoyed listening to the others, whether it be about past adventures or about their day. They were her family, salvation, saviors, and rocks when she needed them most—her reason for continuing when she lost everything, including herself.

~End~

A/N - Thank you for coming on this little journey with me. May the force be with you, always x

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Chapter 3 Summary:

A rescue attempt for Hunter occurs, Wrecker provides some tlc, and Tup has a heart-to-heart with a couple members of the Bad Batch.

Chapter 3: Petals and Rube-Goldberg Machines

“Crosshair reporting in. Two internal cameras inside. They look like they’re activated.” From his perch on a nearby building, Crosshair’s enhanced vision let him see through the tinted windows into an empty storage facility. Like Tech had said earlier, the walls were heavily fortified, with very few visible entry-points.

Tech gave an affirmative hum, parked in a nearby alley with his datapad and a “borrowed” speeder. “Copy that. They must have their system hardwired into the building. I’ll try to intercept the feed from here. Wrecker, what’s your status?”

Comm crackling, Wrecker responded. “All good here! Your transceiver doo-dad is plugged in, and the light’s blinking green! Hah! And they thought a few layers of duracrete could stop me!”

“Yes, it is quite fortunate that the building’s internal systems shared a common wall with the alley. Regroup with Tup until we have more intel.”

“Gotcha! Be there soon!”

A few moments passed with Tech tapping away at his datapad before he made a noise of success. “I’ve managed to connect to their security feed, but it doesn’t appear that they have audio capabilities.”

“Hey Crosshair, just how good is your aim?” Tup asked, keeping a lookout near Tech’s location.

“What’s it to you?”

“Well, if you have any more of those surveillance rounds, I see some vents up in the roof. They’re not big enough for us, or any detonators, but we could probably slip a mic through one if you can get the angle right.” He suggested, looking through his scopes.

Crosshair smirked, proceeding to do just that. “Next time, give me a real challenge, reg.”

Tup grinned as he saw the tiny surveillance mic careening through the air and right into the pipe he’d been talking about. On comms, he asked, “Tech, are you getting anything?”

“Affirmative. We now have eyes and ears in the building.”

“Do ya see Hunter?” Wrecker asked, just now arriving back with Tup.

“Possibly. One moment while I look for a better angle.” Tech said, scrolling through the different views on his datapad. “It looks like he’s being held in the back, in some kind of enclosure. Upon further analysis of his holding area, it is unlikely that he is their first captive... I’ll try and contact him through the mic.” He grimaced; interactions with slavers and mercernaries were never his favorite.

“Won’t his captors hear that?” Tup asked, concerned.

Tech shook his head, making his way back towards the rest of the group. “Unlikely. Given Hunter’s advanced hearing, we are able to utilize soundwaves that are entirely inaudible to most known species. Hunter, do you copy?” He spoke into his comm, now connected with the mic Crosshair had shot into the vents. On Tech’s datapad, they could see Hunter give a small affirmative nod, followed by a few odd taps and coughs.

Tup grinned, recognizing the signal for what it was. “Is that dadita? I’ve seen some of the ARCs use it as some kind of code. It’s originally Mandalorian, right?” 

Tech nodded, easily translating Hunter’s message. “Indeed, although we have modified it slightly for our own purposes. Hunter is saying that there are five assailants inside, and a number of battle droids. Thankfully, it sounds like he managed to disable their stealth tech when he was taken, otherwise our incursion would be decidedly more challenging.” 

Comms chirping again as Crosshair spoke, his voice betrayed his earlier impatience. “Alright, you’ve got your intel. Let’s go save Hunter so we can hold it over his shebs for the next tenday.”

Wrecker grinned, a vicious glint in his eyes as he pounded his fists together. “Let’s do this! Any ideas, Tup?” He asked, turning to their honorary member.

“How about Plan 56?” Tup responded, adjusting the sheath of his vibroknife. Wrecker and Tech nodded in agreement, and even Crosshair had a sense of smug satisfaction as he voiced his agreement.

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The incursion went about as smoothly as they could've hoped for, with Wrecker blasting through the front door and Crosshair behind him, just far enough from the entrance that he didn’t become a target while he took out the three forward assailants. Meanwhile, Tech and Tup went in through the back, with Tup taking Hunter’s usual slot in the formation and slicing through Hunter’s cuffs with his own vibroknife (a gift from Fives), covering him until the last of the droids was taken down. 

The two remaining assailants were competent fighters, with one managing to slash Tup’s arm with their knife, but they couldn’t match Tech’s brutal efficiency or Hunter’s close-quarters-combat training, even while he was sporting a head injury. It had taken Tech less than five minutes to get the proof they needed to confirm that these were the supply thieves, and another two to contact the Republic and tell them where to find the rest of the stolen goods. It wasn’t long before the facility was quiet and the mission objective was complete.

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“No offense, but I didn’t really take you to be the medic of the group.” Tup commented, wincing as Wrecker carefully applied an antiseptic spray to the cut on Tup’s arm. He’d already checked Hunter’s head injury, giving him a bacta patch and a surprisingly gentle hug before herding him towards his bunk, now safely back on the Marauder.

“Oh yeah?” Wrecker asked, curious.

Tup grinned sheepishly. “Heh, yeah. I originally thought Tech, or maybe Hunter, but you’re pretty good at this stuff.”

Wrecker laughed, “Hah! The Kaminoans thought the same at first, but Tech’s a little… uh, squeamish. Doesn’t like looking at blood and stuff. ‘Course, if I ever got hurt bad enough, he has the training to figure it out, but I don’t mind takin’ the rest of it.”

He got out a smaller bacta patch, continuing. “Took a couple tries to pass the certification tests, but it’s more hands-on than book stuff, so I did alright. Plus, I injured myself often enough during training that it just made sense to learn how to patch myself up, ya know?”

“Hmm, makes sense.” Tup nodded, giving Wrecker a grateful look as he finished wrapping his arm.

“Thanks, vod. Looks great!” He stood up, patting Wrecker on the arm, now knowing to brace himself for the returning slap on the back before going to look for Tech.

“Hey Tech, how’s the ship?” Tup asked, stepping into the cockpit. “Not that I don’t love spending time with you all, but I was wondering what the plan was for meeting back up with the 501st.” He grinned sheepishly.

“The ship is functioning optimally. We will be rendezvousing with the 501st at a base near Sullust, although we should arrive a few days before them.” Tech nodded in greeting, keeping a cautionary eye on the controls.

“That’s good. Hopefully Hunter should be feeling better by then.” Tup said, sitting in the copilot’s chair. An awkward silence followed for a moment before he spoke up again.

“I, uh, couldn’t help but notice that our takeoff from Lothal was a lot… smoother than our first one. Was that for Hunter’s benefit, or…?” Tup hedged, asking but not quite asking the question.

Tech’s gaze met his, searching for a moment before coming to some sort of decision. Tone hesitant, he responded carefully. “When Clone Force 99 first started getting sent out on missions, we experienced a number of… miscommunications between ourselves and ground crews. Landing strip designations would be changed, supplies would be mislabeled. One time, Crosshair had a rather troublesome injury, but we were prevented from landing for nearly two hours due to a… clerical issue.” His tone suggested that these occurrences were more than just simple accidents, and Tup grimaced.

“However, I found that these difficulties were easily rectified by landing before our identities were confirmed, as long as we were not mistaken for enemy forces. Thus, our penchant for… flashy entrances.” He flashed Tup a self-satisfied look. “I am unsure if this strategy is still necessary, given our growing reputation for battlefield efficiency, but it makes for efficient supply pickups, and the repercussions have been relatively minor.”

“Ask for forgiveness, not permission. Right? I get it. Pretty smart.” Tup nodded, appreciating the strategy for what it was.

Tech didn’t reply, but his shoulders loosened slightly at the approval, lips quirking into a small smile. Another few moments passed before Tech spoke again. “May I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot.” Tup nodded, giving permission.

“What is the meaning behind your tattoo, if it’s not rude to ask? I admit, common knowledge of that particular tattoo seems contrary to your constituent personality traits.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind sharing.” Tup grinned sheepishly before explaining. “I got it after my first mission with the 501st, for a couple of reasons. I’ve always been a little more… emotional than most troopers; it used to get me in trouble with the trainers, but the one time I really met General Ti, she told me not to be ashamed of my tears– that they… made me human, you know?” 

He gave a self-deprecating smile before continuing. “Then on my first campaign, all but one of my batchmates got killed. On that planet, I can’t remember the name, they had these flowering trees that would bloom for about a month each year, filling the streets with these little blue petals, shaped kinda like the mark on my armor… but the people there would take a day or two to remember their loved ones, those who had marched away…” 

Shaking his head, his voice took on a bit of an edge. “... Lucky us, that the Separatists invaded at just the right time that we got to see it… but I always liked that idea, keeping them in mind so they’re not forgotten…” He clutched his helmet in his hands, giving Tech a bittersweet smile. 

“The more I thought about it, I realized how fitting it was. The tears for me, and the flowers for my batchmates. It’s hard to tell, but the shape’s a little different between my tattoo and my armor... It wasn’t until later that I learned this symbol is used by civvies to signify that a death has been avenged… but that fits too, I guess.” He took a slow, shaking inhale, clenching his hands into fists.

“When I fight, I’m not out there for the Republic. Sure, I care about keeping civvies safe, but they have choices my brothers never got, and it makes me so… angry, if I stop and think about it for too long. So whether it’s blasting droids or Separatists, I’m fighting for them, even now that they’ve marched on.” 

Tech was quiet for a long moment, contemplating Tup’s words, more than a little surprised by his openness. “I must express… I do not know what I would do if one of my brothers was… t-taken from me… you have my greatest sympathies.”

Tup rubbed at his face, warding away any forming tears. Only the roughness in his voice betrayed his thoughts.“...Thanks…”

“Your remaining brother, what is his name?”

The reflective look on Tup’s face morphed into a small smile. “Dogma. If you guys stick around long enough, maybe you could meet him.”

“I would be honored to make his acquaintance, Tup.”

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Once they’d arrived back on base, the group had quickly settled into their temporary barracks and slept for the next twelve hours. Even if it was mostly a stakeout mission, the stress of having one of their members taken had left them pretty exhausted. Even Tup had buried himself in his blankets and slept for a good long while. After waking up and joining the others for first-meal, which had gotten him a few weird looks at first but he ignored them, he found himself sitting in the barracks, checking his comms more out of boredom than necessity.

He didn’t notice that anyone else had stepped into the room until Crosshair was standing right in front of him, knocking on the bed frame to get his attention. 

“Hey, Reg,” he called out. “I’m headed to do some target practice. You can come if you’re not too annoying.” 

Tup’s eyes widened and he gave the sniper a surprised grin. “Really? Thanks!” He hurriedly grabbed his blaster, along with a hair-tie to fix his hair, and followed after Crosshair, trying not to look too excited. 

Crosshair huffed, shaking his head at Tup’s enthusiasm. There was… a much needed apology he was very actively avoiding. He slid a toothpick in his mouth and led the way to the base’s meager shooting range.

“How’s your arm treating you?” He asked noncommittally, watching Tup take aim, wanting to see what the kid– the trooper could do.

“It’s alright, more of a surface wound than anything. Wrecker helped me clean it up.” Aiming for the targets, he tried not to feel self-conscious about the sniper’s attention.

 All things considered, he was a pretty good shot, and he managed to hit most of them pretty close to center, except for the last one, which he hit in the second ring. He’s nowhere near Crosshair’s level of accuracy, but not half-bad.

“Your aim isn’t precise enough. Widen your stance and square your shoulders. Imagine like you’re tucking them into your back pockets—It’ll help with your aim.” Crosshair said gruffly as he watched Tup shoot, eyes narrowed.

Tup huffed slightly but adjusted his stance. From what little he’d seen of Crosshair’s sniping skills, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing. “Uh, okay. I’ll do that next time, thanks.”

He tried again, more mindful this time, and took aim. This time each one of his shots was a kill shot, if the targets had been made of more than flimsi.

The ghost of a smile slipped across his face and he tipped his chin up, putting a hand on Tup’s shoulder. “Not bad,” he said. “Could be better, but not bad at all. Try it again, but relax. You look like you’re sitting on a live-wire. You’re holding too much tension and it’s making you shake, just slightly. Loosen up, kid.”

He gave Crosshair a small smile at the compliment, the tension in his shoulders relaxing automatically at Crosshair’s touch. “Thanks, I’ll try that…”

Aiming once again, he managed to hit all the targets, but he couldn’t feel much difference between this and the way he usually did it. “Looks about the same as last time, but if you say it helps, I believe you.” He grinned sheepishly, gesturing for Crosshair to take a few tries.

Crosshair huffed, but raised his own rifle, coolly taking aim. “You can’t see it, but I can. You’re more precise this way. Your accuracy isn’t terrible, but your precision could use work. It’ll help to relax.” This firing range looked almost too easy for him, as he not only hit center every time, but fired a couple more shots that lined up perfectly with Tup’s slightly-off center marks.

“Nice.” Tup admired, impressed. 

Crosshair smirked, chin tilting upward in pride. “This is nothing. You should see the tricks Wrecker and I get up to when we’re ship-side for too long.” 

“Oh?”

“Have you ever heard of a Rube-Goldberg Machine? It’s a civvie thing where a lot of precise actions wreak havoc, causing different chain reactions; think dominoes, but with more… flair. Anyways, Tech’s always got a million gadgets hanging around his bunk, and if you aim a credit just right, his whole bunk turns into one of those.” His self-satisfied smirk widened, prompting a grin from Tup.

“Sounds like you four have a lot of fun. I’ve been wondering, what’s the age-order for your squad? I’d assume that Hunter’s the oldest, but…”

“Yeah, Hunter’s the oldest; only brings it up to boss us around, but he’s not a bad Sergeant. Then there’s Wrecker, Tech, then me.”

“You’re the youngest?” Tup blinked in surprise.

A faint smile quirked at the sniper’s lips. “I am, and I made sure everybody knew it, back when we were cadets. I was always getting my batchmates into trouble— it used to drive Tech crazy. He nagged and nitpicked at me at every turn. Utterly obnoxious.” He said, without bite.

Tup rolled his eyes, starting to get used to Crosshair’s prickly attitude. “Sounds about right. I was the oldest in our batch, but for some reason I’d usually end up being treated like the baby of the group… “ He looked mildly grumpy at the memory, but mostly nostalgic. “… and Dogma was number three, right in the middle.”

He grinned at Crosshair’s description of Tech. “Heh, sounds a little like Dogma. He’s always been a stickler for the rules, especially since we were around six, I think... We had a rough time with one of the trainers at that age... It felt like he was just waiting for us to make a mistake so he could get us in trouble, so Dogma would bug us a lot if we didn’t do things right, because then someone could get in trouble... o-or maybe taken... but he did it because he cared, even if he expressed it differently... sounds like your batchmate might’ve been similar in that way…” He offered Crosshair a small smile.

“Hm, maybe.” Crosshair hummed before changing the subject. “If you’re done takin’ a nostalgia trip, square up. We need to work on that shab’la aim of yours.” He grumbled, but Tup could spot a hint of a smile in his eyes.

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Eventually, the 501st arrived and Tup returned to his squad, getting an enthusiastic hug from Hardcase and a scolding from Dogma for injuring his arm. As the Bad Batch took off, as chaotic as always, he gave them a wave goodbye. He wouldn’t mind seeing those brothers again someday.

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Heyy 🌸🩷 I’ve been a really big fan of your Headcanons about the boys <3 I wanted to request something as well and it’s

,,what are their favorite fragrances on you“ or what fragrance really attracts them I know for a fact Crosshair would go for something strong

This is a fun one, thank you! I went with smells in general, so it could apply to a perfume on a partner or a fragrance they'll smell in their environment that makes them happy 😊

(I actually have a different HC for Crosshair, but I could see him enjoying a good strong scent every once in a while.)

Fox and Jesse love sweeter smells, though only Fox would ever actually admit this. Anything sugary, flowery, or fruity is their jam.

Kix and Crosshair tend to go for clean smells, something fresh like soap or ocean breeze, or more sharp like citrus or lemongrass.

Wrecker and Mayday prefer natural aromas, whether it's someone's B.O. (no joke, they don't mind a little sweat), or something woodsy and mossy. 

Wolffe and Hardcase go nuts for something dark and heavy, especially if it has a hint of spice. They want to feel surrounded by the scent.

Cody and Tup are classic vanilla guys. They like the simplicity and homeliness of it, making them feel like they're wrapped in a cozy blanket.

Fives and Tech enjoy complex fragrances, things that keep them guessing. Like an aged wine, blended incense, or a layered perfume/lotion.

Rex and Echo have a thing for lavender. It's calm and refreshing, but it also has an herbal tone to it that gives it just the right kick.

Dogma and Hunter don't really have a preference, just so long as it's not too strong/thick. They are rather sensitive to smells and don't want to be overwhelmed.

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[clownery-and-fuckery]

For the wip ask game, Tech and 501st babysitters and the really long modern au title lol

OH I LOVE BOTH OF THESE FICS.

Tech and the 501st babysitters is a little fic I'm writing heavily based on this fantastic fic by KellyBelly!!!

In this fic, during a mission with the 501st (no one is dead, Echo still joined the Bad Batch) Tech is separated and placed with a group of regs, they fuck around, find out. The usual.

Tech is cursed, the only real explanation I have is Jedi magic, but its great!!!! So, the 501st have to watch him while Anakin and Ahsoka try figure out WHAT the hell happened and how to fix it.

Chaos ensues, they try to keep it a secret, Tech is absolutely adorable. They're all horrible babysitters(lovingly) and they have a great time!!! Here's a snippet!!!!:

"What are you doing?" Fives can't help but laugh as he watched.

"Rex said holding him would calm him down!" Tup all but whined, holding the sniffling baby to his chest as he rocked them.

Fives snorted into his hands as his poor little brother struggled to hold the kid properly.

"Maybe if you hold 'im right," Jesse chimed in unhelpfully, standing up and stretching his arms. "Alright, give 'im here—"

Jesse wrestled the baby from Tup's hands, and nestled him calmly in the crook of his arm. "You have to support the head," He explained. "And make sure he's comfy- see? Isn't that better?"

The baby finally calmed, sniffling and yawning as he settled. "There we go," Jesse cooed, nodding to Tup. "Take the goggles, before he gets too comfortable –"

Fives watched them take the goggles off, and Jesse smiled wide. "I'm a natural at this," He gloated, smug. "You losers dont know the first thing about—"

Something dropped, and Jesse jumped, losing his hold for a brief moment. The whole barracks sighed as the kid began to shriek again, completely startled.

Jesse winced. "Whoops?"

Babysitter 501st has my heart and soul. So does little baby Tech (he's only a tubie here)!!!!!!

And the long title is: "Distraction- It Wasn't Meant To Be a Full-time Job" which is QUITE the mouthful 😭 it's a three-chapter fic that focuses on Tup, Hardcase and Dogma!!!! And, coincidentally, Fives and Jesse, too!! They're cuties <3

The description is:

"In which Fives made a life changing decision while he mourned his twin, finding life in three kids he swore he wouldn't get attached to during shore leave.

Jesse called bullshit, and ended up dragged along for the ride."

And that'll be coming.... eventually. I'm in the process of it rn. I just love Tup, and I wanted to give him a little spot in the Modern!AU 😭

WOW this got so long. I'm so sorry!!!! But I hope this answered your question >:]

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https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/767225325314850816/i-really-miss-my-brothers-they-were-the-best

OMEGA!!!!!!!!!!

(Me, immediately confusing the other clones in headspace except for Hunter. Rex is the least confused since you guys actually met, but Fives and Tup have only ideas. Meanwhile Hunter got a bit overwhelmed by the joy of seeing you and kinda... Family Guy death posed is the best description. He's happy, I promise, haha!)

Anyways it's good to see you! I know for a fact I'm not your Echo (I'm from an AU where I was on the run from the Empire with Fives and Tup, who lived, and the three of us joined the Bad Batch later, and I think Tech may have lived and Crosshair reformed later, but I haven't exactly dwelled on that because I don't get to front often), but that doesn't matter because I think we clones should have some form of kinship across the timelines.

May the Force be with you, or whatever else fits you best.

-Echo (fictive)

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[gospelofme]

Seeing a Ghost

Part 1

It had started out as just a quick flash, Echo thinking he was imagining it. Perhaps it’s just a random vision from a memory. The torture the Techno Union had inflicted had caused such things in the past. During many of those sessions, he had seen visions of his brothers, both living and dead. It had started with Hevy and Cutup, then progressed to Rex and Kix. Sometimes it was Tup or Hardcase that visited him. Jesse showed up too, sometimes alone and sometimes with another. At first, it had been really traumatizing. Especially when he saw those he knew were dead. He had called out to all of them, thinking perhaps they were real. Maybe they could help him. Of course, none of them did. How could they? They weren’t really there.

He never saw any of the Jedi, not Anakin or Ahsoka. And he had never seen Fives…at least not until now. Echo had been certain the visions he saw were just that, not real. An echo of the past if he felt so inclined to call it that. He had started seeing Fives not long after he had joined Clone Force 99. He had been informed by both Rex and Kix of his brother’s death. Perhaps him seeing Fives was just a manifestation of his anxiety. He had a lot of self-doubt. Was he doing the right thing by leaving the 501st? Did he even belong with the Bad Batch? Was Rex upset with him for leaving? Was he even ready to be back in the field? Of course his new team had never made him feel incapable or not ready. They had trusted him after that first mission together on Admiral Trench’s dreadnaught. They wouldn’t have extended the invitation otherwise.

For a while Ghost Fives didn’t say anything. He just watched Echo. At first it was unnerving, but eventually Echo found it comforting. He wouldn’t speak to Ghost Fives if his other teammates were around. No need to make them concerned about his mental state. But when he was alone and needed some advice, he would ask his dead brother quietly. Again, Fives would never reply.

Until he did.

“Ugh, why won’t you cooperate?”

“Did that thing come with a manual?”

“Shut up.” Echo said reflexively. He was used to the jokes and brotherly digs. But as soon as his words left his mouth, it clicked. That voice. It didn’t belong to any of this new brothers. He had been tinkering with his scomplink attachment, he was alone on the Marauder. He quickly stood up and turned, expecting an intruder. But instead he saw Fives leaning against the bulkhead by the cockpit.

“So can you really link up to the computer with that thing?” Fives spoke again. Echo’s lips thinned as he pressed them together tightly. It’s finally happened. He’s snapped. The visions are talking now.

“Echo! You ready? Hunter said you’d take me to get Mantell Mix!” Omega’s voice came from outside the ship, Echo could see her standing at the end of the landing ramp.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Echo called back to her, not taking his eyes off Five’s smirking vision. He turned and left the ship, shoving his helmet on to keep his startled expression away from Omega.

Echo continued to see Fives as he took Omega to the street vendor she liked. She held onto his hand, swinging their joined hands as she skipped along next to him. She was completely oblivious. Echo tried to entertain her by lifting her up one-handed over street curbs and puddles. He kept Fives in his peripheral vision at all times, cautious. He wasn't sure what this was. They never talked to him.

“What are you looking at?” Omega asked at one point, catching Echo staring to his left.

“Nothing, sorry.” Echo replied.

He got Omega her treat and sat with her while she ate it. Echo watched as she tossed pieces up and tried to catch them in her mouth. She was getting good at it, she was tossing them quite high now.

“I had a brother who was good at that.” Echo said. Omega was suddenly interested.

“Really? How high could he toss it?” She asked.

“Oh pretty high, but you’re getting close to his record.” Echo replied.

“Is he with Rex? Perhaps I can have a contest with him when we see Rex next.” Omega said innocently. She had noticed the use of past-tense but had assumed the best.

“No, he’s….he’s been gone for a while.” Echo replied quietly.

“Oh…I’m sorry. Do you miss him?” Omega asked softly.

“Every day. But you all remind me of him in different ways. So that makes it easier.” Echo answered, his throat tightening with emotion. Even though she couldn't see his face, Omega knew he was upset. Echo ruffled Omega’s hair with his hand, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and went back to tossing and catching her snack.

Echo glanced at the vision of Fives sitting across from them at the table. Unseen to all but him.