#echo/tech/wrecker

[akingnotaprincess]

Fic: now (and then)

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Author: @akingnotaprincess

Fandom: Star Wars Bad Batch

Rating: ExplicIt, NSFW

Pairing: Crosshair/Hunter, Echo/Tech/Wrecker, Crosshair/Echo/Hunter/Tech/Wrecker (Cloneshipping)

WC: 10,565

Notes: For @huntressdarkness for Love You Latte. For @polyamships Multiamory March using the prompt soulmates au. POV Crosshair. This is an omegaverse soulmates (true mates) au with Alpha!Crosshair, Alpha!Hunter, Beta!Echo, Beta!Wrecker, and Omega!Tech. Takes place during season 3.

Summary: Crosshair returns to Clone Force 99 after he and Omega escape from Tantiss, but things aren't the same between himself and his true mate. He's not sure if it will be again.

Snippet: They entered hyperspace a few minutes ago. Crosshair let Omega pilot instead of himself. She seems to know what she's doing by what little he's seen her do. Certainly better than he could. Driving a getaway speeder? No problem. He could do it with his eyes closed. Flying a ship? No. Leave that to Tech and Hunter. Leave Crosshair and his twin to man the guns.

Wrecker.

The ship jerks, and Crosshair has to steady himself — grabbing onto the wall for support — to not fall down or over Batcher. The lurca hound doesn't seem to notice anything amiss and smiles gleefully up at him — her long tongue slobbering everywhere. He huffs and rolls his eyes. 

They need to think of their next steps — obviously, they both have their own ideas, but they need to come together to form a plan. They need to get rid of this ship, obviously, and snatch up a new one. Preferably one that couldn't be so easily tracked. After that…? There's a number of plans that they can do. So many options and factors that could fuck up their next move — fuck up their lives. One wrong move and they could both wind back up on Tantiss, or worse. Crosshair curses and curls his right hand into a fist in an attempt to control it — to make it not shake. 

Damnit. 

Better to discuss their options with Omega. He'll have to be the voice of reason, most likely. She has more faith and hope inside of her — the world hasn't broken her yet.

(Crosshair hopes it never does.)

He presses a button, and the door to the cockpit slides open with a juddering whoosh. He sees the back of the top of Omega's blonde hair. The kid doesn't even look back as he walks in. 

"The Empire will be able to track this vessel," Crosshair informs her of the most obvious fact. "We'll have to ditch it." 

"We will. We're heading to a remote location. I sent a coded transmission for our brothers to meet us there." 

The only sounds in the cockpit are the normal hums of a spaceship and the clicks of buttons being pressed and Batcher's whimpers. Crosshair takes a few steps forward, laying his hand on the back of the pilot seat that Omega is occupying. "Omega," Crosshair sighs. He doesn't want to give her hope if there's none to be found. "It's been months. They might not be alive — " 

"They'll be there," she snaps, turning to face him — eyes stern. She says more softly, "They'll be there." She faces away from him, diverting her attention back to the console. 

Crosshair is scared at the prospect of seeing them again. 

Batcher nuzzles his shin, and without thinking, Crosshair scratches the top of her head. It's only been a few days, and he's found that he's enamored with the lurca. Crosshair has never really been fond of animals — not like Hunter or even his twin, Wrecker. It's something about the lurca. It might be because she seems to like him — why Crosshair has no clue. But Batcher does, and he can't help but return the affection. 

It's like that with Omega too. For some reason, after all he has done, after who he is, Omega cares for him. She has never once expressed that she hates him or holds a grudge. Omega visited him every single day she was on Tantiss.

Every.

Single.

Day.

She didn't have to. No one forced her to come and talk. In fact, he was encouraging her to stop coming, to give up on him.

But she never did.

Omega loves her brothers, including him. 

He's grown to care for her too. Crosshair never for a single second imagined that he'd have a sister (older sister), a child that he cares about so deeply. He will, and has, done everything he can do to protect her. If their brothers aren't waiting for them, Crosshair is fully ready to take responsibility for her — raise her, make sure her needs are met, and keep her safe. 

The Empire will never get their hands on her. They won't. Not while his heart is still beating. 

"You're worried. You shouldn't be." 

"I'm not worried," he lies. Crosshair knows that his statement is razor-thin and that it wouldn't fool Omega. He doesn't want to, he realizes. She's seen him for who he is and… accepts him, unconditionally. "I don't see a single reason not to be worried."

He watches Omega press a few buttons, setting the ship's systems to autopilot. "Why are you worried? That they don't want to see you? What do you think will happen, exactly?"

Crosshair isn't sure how to answer her. He wants to be honest with her, but that doesn't mean he wants to tell her the grim, ugly truth.

"You'll see," Omega says as if he had answered her question and is giving a reply. "They're our brothers. We haven't given up on you. We want you back. It'll be fine." 

He wants to argue, correcting her on her ideal fantasy that once they're together, everything will go back to how it used to be. He wonders if she's telling herself all this to believe it.

"I betrayed them." 

"It wasn't your fault." His sister's voice is gentle but firm in her conviction. "It wasn't your fault, Crosshair."

It is, though, he thinks. It was all his choice. 

Crosshair chose to shoot his twin.

Crosshair chose to leave his squad—to leave his family — to leave his pack.

To leave Hunter. 

His Hunter.

His mate, his true mate. 

But would Hunter want him anymore? Would any of them? After all that has happened? 

Crosshair lightly runs his fingers over the bite mark from Hunter. It's scarred over, still as red as the day Hunter marked him as his own. It throbs during his ruts separated from his brother's. It throbs and aches and only makes the pain of not being with his mate worse.

Crosshair's hand trembles on its own, and he forces his hand to make a fist, willing it to steady. It takes several long seconds, but finally it stills. When he looks up to see Omega's eyes, they are shining not with pity but only concern. His sister opens her mouth to speak; instead, a loud and long yawn happens in its place. 

He asks, "When's the last time you slept?"

Omega shakes her head, and her brown eyes widen in a poor attempt to prove that she's awake. "I'm fine." 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. "I'm convinced." Sighing, he says, "How long until we reach the rendezvous point?"

Omega swivels the pilot seat and presses a few buttons before turning back to him. "A little over three hours."

Three hours. He can deal with that. "Go sleep. I'll take over. Don't fight with me over this," he adds firmly when she opens her mouth to retort. "Go." Lightly kicking her shin to prod her out of her seat, Crosshair says, "Sleep. There's a couple of bunks in the back."

You're my sister. I have to take care of you, goes unsaid. 

Batcher whines and nudges Omega's recently kicked shin. His sister smiles fondly, scratching the lurca's head. "Wake me up when we need to come out of hyperspace." She yawns, stretching her arms into the air. "Come on, Batcher." She walks away, the lurca following at her heels.

Crosshair takes the pilot's seat, slumping into the uncomfortable cushion. The familiar blue lines speeding towards them as the ship travels through hyperspace is welcoming… and not.

[uwingdispatch]

Clone trooper round up!!!!! I now have over 30 clones and I can only post 30 images in a tumblr post so let’s see how this goes. If your fave clone isn’t here, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Shop is here. (And if you’re seeing this Jun 25 2025 thru July 9 2025, I’m having my big summer sale with 25% off earrings! So come on over!)

Not pictured: Season 2 Crosshair, Season 2 Hunter. <3

Shop is here. Love y'all!

[dumb-djarin]

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[boggsart]

audio seemed fitting

[nchlsdmn]

The ultimate Star Wars Animation Group photo! https://streamable.com/mqhnt7

[toastyrobos]

Happy one year anniversary to the ending of my absolute fav Star Wars show. I can not believe the Bad Batch ended a year ago. Like how?

This show means so much to me and I will forever be grateful that it exists. Cause I’m so happy that it does. From the amazing compelling characters to the addictive stories, the bad batch is in my opinion, one of the best Star Wars shows. Thank you for giving us clone force 99.

Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo and Omega will always have a special place in my heart. And I hope this show wasn’t the last we see of them.

[yunyun160]

Brothers 💕

[misstoodles-doodles]

Patching Up & Post-Mission Debrief (AU)

AKA a 3 character sketch that got way WAY out of hand.

Close ups:

[lornaka]

If you ever need us, we'll be there.

[carbon-corrie]

As promised, the Bad Batch!

I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of clones taking holos after missions they’re particularly proud of. Also, I love the Dad Batch as much as the next, but I ADORE their Frat Bro days!

(One day I’ll stop drawing clones in T-shirts and put them in proper gear, but today is not that day.)

[blairaptor]

Rex: How's it going with the new squad?

Echo:

[uwingdispatch]

Okay so it was definitely time for another clone trooper round-up.

Here's every clone trooper I have as earrings in my shop! Let me know if your fave isn't here, and I'll see what I can do! Shop is here.

[secretly-a-trekkie]

who let the child near the bombs

[cabbagege]

With all love🪦

[minniethemoocherda]

I like how we've got Echo front and centre

Wrecker and Omega being cute

Tech getting into an argument with Kalani

Crosshair being sus of Mother Talzin

And Hunter being dragged into the Kalluzeb polycule