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You did a great job writing an excited Omega ❤️😁

Bumps and Bruises

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 9 - Prompts: Bruises / Broken Window

@prompts-of-bad-batch - Week 4 - Prompt: "I did good...right?"

Rated: G | Words: 1220 A/N: Some lighter hearted whump for your reading pleasure today!

Omega comes bounding into the parlor, face aglow and ruddy. “We’re back!” she announces breathlessly, climbing up onto the stool next to Hunter. 

“I can see that,” Hunter says, looking her over. Her hair is mussed, dirt along her hairline and across her brow. Her clothes are dirty too, mud caked along her shins and forearms as though she’d crawled through the stuff. “What happened?” 

“We completed our mission,” Omega chirps happily, spinning her chair.

Hunter frowns. “It was an errand to get parts.” 

“That’s how it started,” Omega agrees, “but then it turned into a mission.” 

Wrecker and Tech come into the parlor then, Wrecker carrying a crate on his shoulder with a broad grin, and Tech carefully avoiding catching Hunter’s eye. Hunter takes a steadying breath. “I heard your supply run turned into a mission. Care to explain, Tech?” 

Tech visibly flinches at being directly addressed. He clears his throat. “That is what Wrecker and Omega are calling it. I would hardly classify it as such.” 

“And what would you classify it as?” Hunter asks. 

Wrecker drops the crate onto one of the tables. “I’ll tell him!” 

“No, I would rather you did not,” Tech says before Wrecker can say another word. 

“Aww, c’mon,” Wrecker groans, dropping into a chair. 

Tech rolls his eyes. “We found the parts we needed; however, we were given an additional task in order to procure the parts at a more reasonable price.” 

“What kind of additional task?” Hunter presses. 

Omega is bouncing next to him, all excitement. “We broke into an abandoned warehouse!” 

Hunter gapes. “You what?” 

“It was perfectly safe,” Tech says. “I scanned the building for life forms. The largest of which were vermin, which were hardly larger than Omega’s fist. There were no risks taken.” 

“I saw one of them,” Omega tells Hunter. “It was fuzzy, and it looked so cute. But Tech said I couldn’t pet it because they can carry diseases.” 

“Yeah, not risky at all,” Hunter deadpans, tossing an unimpressed look at Tech. 

“She’s been near far, far worse,” Tech argues. 

Hunter concedes the point. “And what did you all need to get from this abandoned warehouse?” 

“I went in all by myself,” Omega says. “I climbed through a broken window and found the file in an old office.” 

Tech sighs. “Perhaps it would be better if I told the narrative,” he suggests.

“Okay!” Omega says with a cheerful smile and another spin of her chair. 

 Hunter crosses his arms. “Well?” 

Tech shifts uncomfortably. “It was a simple task, and brought the price down on parts by sixty-five point three percent. The parameters were to enter an abandoned warehouse, go to the office on the second story, and retrieve a data file that had been left accidentally by the merchant when he had been employed there. We did not wish to cause any damages, nor be caught and charged with trespassing, so we sought a way that would have minimal impact on the environment.”

“An already broken window,” Omega supplies helpfully. 

“Yes, there was a pre-existing broken window,” Tech agrees, “but it was far too small an opening for myself and, obviously, Wrecker, to enter by. I was set to abandon the assignment and pay full price for the parts; however, Omega insisted that she was more than capable of the responsibility, and given her aptitude in the field, I found it an agreeable solution.” 

Omega leans forward. “Can I tell him how I got in and out? Please?”

With a look of distressed resignation, Tech nods. “As you wish.” 

Omega's face turns serious, although there is no hiding the spark of exhilaration in her eyes. “I had to go under a fence, and it was really muddy. That’s why my clothes are dirty, but I don’t mind. Then, I climbed up on some crates and pulled myself up into the window. Tech had me on comms the whole time, Hunter, so you don’t have to worry. I told him everything I was doing. He had an old map of the warehouse, and he told me where to go. That’s when I told him about the fuzzy little mouse thing. It ran right in front of me. It startled me a little bit, but I didn’t make a sound, did I, Tech.” 

“Not one of distress, merely curiosity,” Tech agrees. 

Omega smiles. “And then I went up a staircase, and there was a metal bar that had fallen down. I didn’t notice it and ran into it.” 

“Wait, what?” Tech asks, sounding alarmed, “I don’t recall you mentioning that.” 

“It only hurt a little bit,” Omega says dismissively, heaving her narrow shoulders in a shrug. 

Hunter leans forward, lifting Omega’s bangs from her forehead. Under the layer of mud and dust, he sees an ugly bruise blossoming over a large bump. “Omega, you need to tell us whenever you get hurt,” he admonishes gently. 

“It’s barely anything,” Omega protests, pulling back and covering the wound with her hand. 

“How hard did you walk into this metal bar?” Tech asks. 

Omega frowns. “I was kind of going fast. But it’s okay. I’m fine. Really. I don’t have a concussion.” 

“You don’t get to decide that,” Tech declares. 

Omega pouts, but allows Tech to check her over without protest, sullenly answering his questions about dizziness and headaches and any other symptoms Tech deems concerning. At the end of it all, it is decided that Omega indeed does not have a concussion. Hunter can see by the twitch in Omega’s frown that she is resisting the urge to mutter that she told them so. 

He grins at her. “Now that we have that settled, why don’t you finish your story, Omega.” 

The girl looks up at him, the downturn of her lips lifting a little. “Really?” 

“How else am I supposed to find out what happened next?” Hunter asks, leaning back on his stool and resting an elbow on the counter.

The gleam returns to her eyes, and she launches into the next part of the story, any perceived injustice smoothed over. Hunter looks over at Tech, catching the splicer’s eye, and gives him a subtle nod of approval. Omega may be young and inexperienced, but she had some of the former GAR’s best commandos at her back. If Tech trusted this to be a worthwhile exercise of Omega’s developing skills, Hunter trusted Tech. Tech nods back, subtle relief washing over his expression.  

Later that night, when Hunter is making sure Omega is tucked in for the night, his little sister is still glowing with pride, the discolored lump on her forehead peeking out from behind wisps of freshly washed blond hair. She snuggles under her blankets, Lula tucked under her arm. 

“I helped us save sixty-five point three percent on parts,” she says with a grin. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yes, you did.”

“I did good…right?” Omega asks. 

“You did great, kid.”

“Even though I hit my head?” 

Hunter smiles. “Eh, I’ve seen worse injuries for less reward.” 

Omega gasps. “Like what?” 

“Well, one time Tech broke his finger arm wrestling Wrecker…” Hunter begins.

“That is a poor example!” Tech calls out indignantly. 

Hunter whispers, for Omega’s ears only, “I think it’s a perfect example.” 

Omega’s fit of giggles is a familiar sound Hunter will never tire of hearing.

A/N: I reference one of my Whumptober 2023 fics in this story, Mundane Injuries...just thought I'd mention it in case it seemed familiar 😏

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Oh my gosh.

Beautiful as always 🥹 I’m never going to hear those words the same way ever again…

Deepest, Wholehearted Regards

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 7 - Prompt: Only for Emergencies / "It's us or them."

@prompts-of-bad-batch Week 3 Prompt: "Sometimes I think he's still here..."

Rated: G | Words: 914

21 BBY

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount. He doesn’t want to listen to the argument at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He doesn’t want to hear about Tech being too analytical, or Crosshair being too emotional. He doesn’t want to hear Hunter try to mediate. 

But the ship is too small for that. 

And so he hears everything, whether he wants to or not. 

Plan 99. 

He hates it.

Crosshair hates it too. Hunter won’t say either way, but Wrecker knows Hunter can’t possibly be okay with it. But Tech thinks they should have a plan for everything. Every possible scenario. It is only logical, he says. 

“If one of us were to become unrecoverably compromised,” Tech is arguing, “it would be advantageous to have the ability to communicate such an event discreetly.” 

“Having a plan to sacrifice ourselves should not be an option.” Crosshair is seething, voice dangerously low. 

“It is a very feasible last resort,” Tech counters. 

“Be human for one second and think about how that sounds!” 

“That’s enough!” Hunter’s sergeant voice is distinct, leaving no room for argument. “Crosshair, go cool off.” 

Something slams down hard, the sound of heavy boots retreating to the cockpit, and the hiss of the door closing. Then heavy, thick silence. Wrecker twists his hands together. He wishes he had Lula. 

“I did not mean…” Tech says quietly, but he stops short.

Wrecker thinks Hunter must’ve signaled him to be quiet, to let the conversation drop. Please. 

There is a sharp intake of breath. “That is to say,” Tech continues, but his voice sounds strange now, “I did not mean for such a plan to be offensive or macabre. Rather, I believed it would provide a chance to relay information we might not otherwise have an opportunity to express in an event where our demise is imminent.” 

Hunter sighs. He sounds tired. “What kind of information?” 

“Our deepest, wholehearted regards and our innate desire to put the lives of our brothers above our own,” Tech says. “Plan 99 would embody such sentiments without losing time to do so.” 

“That’s a good plan, Tech,” Hunter says after a long stretch of silence. “One I don’t intend for any of us to use.” 

“That would be preferable,” Tech agrees. “And I thought it would also serve as a remembrance, for Ninety-Nine. I know he would have conveyed the same information, had he had the chance.” 

“Yeah,” Hunter says softly, “He would’ve.”

19 BBY

“Wrecker, I need your help,” Omega says, climbing up into the crash seat next to him. 

Wrecker laughs. “Sure, kid! What do ya need?” 

Omega gives him her data pad. “Tech is having me memorize all of Clone Force 99’s plans. Can you quiz me?” 

Wrecker holds the data pad up where Omega cannot see the screen. “Okay…Plan 7…” 

Omega carefully relates each plan in detail, even when Wrecker tries to trick her by repeating a plan a time or two. The girl only laughs and recites the plan again without a hitch. 

“Your brain must be almost as big as Tech’s, kid, memorizing all those plans like that,” Wrecker tells her, passing over the data pad and ruffling her feathery blond hair. 

Omega giggles and ducks away. “Wait, you forgot one,” she protests, pushing the data pad back at him. 

“I did?” Wrecker asks, frowning. 

“Yeah! Plan 99.” 

Wrecker’s heart drops. “Oh, well, yeah. That’s not really a plan. Not like the other plans, ya know?” 

“It only says the sacrifice,” Omega says. “What does that mean?” 

“Oh, um,” Wrecker stammers, “maybe you should ask Hunter or Tech. Or Echo.” 

“Why?” Omega asks. 

“They can explain it a whole lot better than me,” Wrecker says. 

Omega frowns. “It makes you sad, doesn’t it. Plan 99? It’s for when something bad happens.” 

“Sort of,” Wrecker agrees. “It’s for if one of us has to do something we can’t come back from.” 

“I don’t like that,” Omega whispers, and she presses in close, curling up under his arm. “I hope we never use Plan 99…ever.” 

“Me too, kid,” Wrecker mutters, hugging her close. “We never want to use it…but if we ever did use it, did you know it’s a secret message? Only for us?” 

Omega hums a wordless question. 

Wrecker continues, keeping his voice as low as he can. “If someone ever says Plan 99 because they know they ain’t coming back, it means they care about you so much, in more words than they have time to say ‘em. It means they are putting your life first, that they want you to keep living, to keep fighting.” 

“It means ‘I love you,’” Omega says, voice muffled against him. 

Wrecker swallows. “Yeah, kid. It means ‘I love you.’”

**

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount room. He doesn’t want to listen to the silence at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He wants to hear Tech being analytical, explaining the galaxy away as though it were simple. He wants to hear Crosshair cleaning his rifle, Hunter discussing strategy with Echo. He wants to hear Omega laughing. He wants to pretend that he might be too far away to hear any of it. Sometimes he thinks they’re still there…if he pretends long enough. 

But the ship is too small for that. 

And so he hears nothing, whether he wants to or not. 

Plan 99. 

I love you too. 

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prompt set 4!!!

Oops… I forgot this Blog existed 😬😂 well, so far nobody seems interested yet, but I’m still going to post the prompts (whenever I remember to haha.)

• Sweet dreams

• “I did good… right?”

Alrighty, there you go! Hopefully this will be useful to someone out there in the vast vastness of the internet 👀

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Week 3 of prompts!!

Maybe this is the set of prompts you’ve been looking for 👀 I hope to see some cool stuff from you guys!!

• “Sometimes I think he’s still here…”

• The necklace

If you create/post something with these prompts, remember to tag me so I can look at it!! 💖

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This is precisely why I created this blog! I want to keep the fandom alive by giving everyone inspiration to keep creating beautiful artworks and fan-fiction! ❤️

TBB fandom is dying

TBB fans rise up we can't let this fandom die its the last best thing that came in Star Wars

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Prompt set 2!

Haven’t seen any entries yet, but maybe those last prompts weren’t quite right to stoke your creative fire. Here are this weeks prompts!

• Heavy breath

• “Are you sure it’s not going to explode?”

Maybe these ones will give you some ideas 😊 and don’t forget to tag me if you post something about these prompts. Maybe the force be with you!

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Prompt set 1!

Well would you look at that. I forgot it was the first of September yesterday 🤠 (I apologize dear, friends).

Well nonetheless, here we have the first ever set of prompts!

Wishes

“Well that’s not comforting.”

There ya go! I really can not wait to see what you guys make… SO EXCITED!! When you post your entry, make sure to tag me so that I can find it and reblog it. And as always, may the force be with you!

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Does SFW include mature language (swearing)?

That depends. If it’s Star Wars swearing, (eg., kriff, kark, etc), that’s totally fine with me. If it’s real world cussing, I would put a warning beforehand and hashtag/asterisk most of the letters out. Thanks for asking! I want this to be a safe place for all people of all ages :)

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Guidelines are here!

Alright people, the first set of prompts drops tomorrow! Therefore, we shall go over some guidelines for the entries! (I want this to be a space friendly for all ages 😊).

Guidelines:

All entries must be SFW if you want me to reblog them.

You may respond to the prompts in either art or writing! Doodles or full blown artworks, doesn’t matter!

DO NOT FORGET TO TAG ME WHEN YOU POST SOMETHING. OTHERWISE I WON’T BE ABLE TO FIND IT!

Please keep any writing entries within 1k words if possible. And as long as-

You make people aware of any trigger warnings (eg., blood), all will be good!

Okay friends, that’s it! But if you have any questions, just send them to me ask box or comment on this post! May the force be with you!

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COMING SOON…

Are you lacking the creative juices to write that fan-fic? Or maybe you want to draw some fan-art, but have no ideas?

Well, my friend, then you have come to the right place!!

On this blog, I’m going to be posting not one, but two creative prompts a week, and you get to turn them into Bad Batch fan-fic/fan-art!! The show may have come to an end, but the fandom certainly hasn’t! I don’t want the beautiful fire of creativity that this fandom has to sizzle out for good, I want to fuel it and keep it alive!

But I can’t do this alone…

I need each and every one of you Bad Batch fans to do this!!

WE WILL UNITE, AND KEEP THIS WONDERFUL COMMUNITY ALIVE AND WELL!

So, starting on September 1st, every week I’ll drop two prompts for you! Some will be just a vague idea or a single word, others will be more specific dialogue prompts. And the best part? No due date for any of the prompts! I’m just here to fuel your creativity my friend! There will be a few guidelines your art or fic will need to follow if you want me to reblog it (which I will do for all that follow the rules!) but they aren’t to strict, I promise.

Here’s the thing though…

I need you to help me create these prompts!

Do you have a good prompt idea? Please share!! Just put them in the ask box and who knows? Maybe yours will be chosen for a future week of prompts!

So friends, remember! September 1st is when the first set of prompts will be dropped. As soon as possible I will post the guidelines/rules for this, but until then…

May the force be with you!