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The Bad Batch - Sleep Headcanons

Hunter

the sound of his siblings sleeping soundly is like a lullaby to him

the lightest sleeper in the world thanks longnecks

unless someone is cuddling with him

partner, sibling, doesn't matter

if someone is right there he will bury his face in their shoulder or side and he will actually get some sleep

Wrecker

can and will sleep anywhere

will occasionally just nod off in the middle of a battle just because he can

everyone talks about wrecker snoring but tbh i feel like he's one of those sleepers that doesn't exactly snore, more like breathes loudly

Tech

sleep? ha what's that

its not that he can't sleep, it's that there are so many more interesting things to do with those wasted hours

sleep is an inconvenience

he will fall asleep the second one of his brothers scoops him up and wraps him in a blanket though (perfect depiction of this by @carrot-top-monk seen here with super heartbreaking ending)

Echo

he for sure mumbles in his sleep

like it's not always about his trauma but like to be fair its often about his trauma

but he'll just like perk his head up and just mumble some nonsense about tookas

sometimes it'll just be straight binary like hes literally saying zero one one zero one one one zero  zero one one zero one one one one  zero zero one zero zero zero zero zero  zero one one zero one one one zero  zero one one zero one one one one  zero zero one zero zero zero zero zero  zero one one zero one one one zero  zero one one zero one one one one

he also frequently twitches in his sleep

and that includes his scomp

he doesn't use a blanket anymore because his scomp twitched one night and the blanket got all wrapped up in it and it took Tech 20 minutes to get it back out

Crosshair

I think I've seen it somewhere else before, but this man does not sleep

Like he might nap for an hour or two

And he naps fairly frequently

Like any given point that he is idle and at least seated he's out like a kriffin light

like oh missions over and hes sitting on a crate waiting to depart? ASLEEP

on kamino for a bit, in the mess hall and the regs are being tolerable? ASLEEP

hunter's giving a briefing of their next mission? ASLEEP

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Nightmare

Crosshair x Reader

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Square filled: "go to sleep"

Word count: 341

Warnings: trauma, nightmare, The Outpost & related topics, comfort

Note: I am well aware that I am posting this in March of 2024, but I decided I wanted to keep going, deadline be damned.

Crosshair awoke with a start, coughing violently, as he desperately fought to remove the snow that had filled his lungs in the avalanche. He needed to get to Mayday.

No- no, that wasn’t right. There wasn’t snow here and this wasn’t the mountain. The warm breeze fluttering the curtains as it passed through the open window was enough to dispel that. There were no vultures overhead, just the lazily turning blades of the ceiling fan. To his right wasn’t Mayday, but you, not frostbitten or injured, just sleeping.

He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his palms to them despite the way his right hand trembled.

“Cr’ss?” you murmured, groggily sitting up and scooching closer. “‘S’okay, baby.”

“I’m fine,” he answered too quickly. “Go to sleep.”

Despite his protest, you wrapped your arms around him, the warmth of your body enveloping his. You sleepily coached him through a breathing exercise, still holding him tightly and rubbing small circles into his back.

“Wanna talk?” you asked simply.

He sat silent, still going through the exercise without your guidance, but gave a little shake of his head.

You hummed an acknowledgment, repositioning yourself between him and the headboard with your legs on either side of him. Gradually, you eased him back to lean against you. He turned onto his side to press his ear against your chest, visibly relaxing as he listened to your heartbeat, strong and steady.

You combed your fingers through the short silver hair that had finally started to get some length back to it. “Which one?”

“Outpost,” he whispered. 

You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, heart aching when he shuddered underneath you. “Cold?”

He nodded, nuzzling his head ever closer to your chest. You reached down, grabbing and pulling the blanket up over both of you.

“Want more?”

He nodded again, so you reached for the remote on his nightstand. Turning it to a low setting, you heard a soft sigh of relief.

“What do you need, baby?” you murmured into his hair.

“Just you.”

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Dogwood Flowers

Wrecker x Reader

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Square filled: spring

Word count: 631

Warnings: none; all fluff 💛

Mando'a key: cyar'ika - sweetheart olarom yaim - welcome home

“How much further?” you whined, dragging your feet for dramatic effect. 

“Just a bit, cyar’ika,” Wrecker laughed.

Doing your best tooka eyes, you pouted up at your partner. “Carry me, baby?”

Wrecker chuckled again. “You’re not gonna like how that ends.”

“Wanna bet?”

Wrecker laughed wildly, grabbing you by your hips and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed in protest, your laughter filling his chest with warmth.

“Wrecker, I look like you caught me while you were fishing!”

“Prettiest fish in the whole galaxy!” he cheered.

He carried you through the streets of Lower Pabu, grinning widely and waving at each neighbor passing by, as your face flushed deeper and deeper as you saw the others chuckling.

The further he walked, the less people you saw. This was a newer section of Pabu, having been undeveloped before the sea surge. 

“Where are you taking me?” you giggled.

He chuckled, but didn’t answer. The sun was beginning to set, the new lamps flickering on, lining their path with light.

“Alright, cyar’ika,” he smiled, placing you down on the path, still facing him. “You ready?”

“For what?” you questioned, trying to read his expression beyond the excitement. 

He nodded to turn around. So you did, taking in a set of three new houses with the path circling to connect them. At the center of the circle was a small tree, its white flowers in full bloom and swaying gently in the spring breeze. 

“That one’s Hunter’s,” he said, pointing to the middle one. “Echo’s got a room when he’s here.” He pointed to the one on the right, closest to the water. “Tech and Crosshair are there.”

“They’re willing to share?” you chuckled.

Wrecker shrugged. “Cross said it was twin stuff.”

“Where’s Omega living?”

“She’s got the choice of all three, but she’ll probably be with Hunter most of the time.”

You nodded slowly. “So the one on the left…”

“Mine,” he confirmed, taking one of your hands in his. “And yours, if you want,” he added, his voice wavering just a little as he dropped a knee to the dirt.

Realization dawned over you, and he saw it on your face. “Wreck-”

“You make me so happy, and I-'' he began, desperately trying to ignore the tears beginning to drip down his face. “I think I make you happy, too. I don’t know how much time I have, but I would really, really like it if you would spend it with me. Cyar’ika, will you marry-”

“Yes!” You answered, jumping into his arms. 

He audibly sighed with relief as he pulled you close, lifting you off the ground.

“Oh, good; you agreed,” Tech said, stepping out of the middle house.

“Like there was ever any doubt,” Echo grinned from behind Hunter and Omega, who was running towards you. Crosshair smirked. “A little.”

Wrecker set you down just in time for you to catch Omega, who was throwing her arms around you.

You began to try and answer all the questions Omega had about your upcoming wedding as the others congratulated (Hunter, Tech, and Echo) and teased (Crosshair) their brother. 

After a little while, Wrecker smiled at you, gently offering his hand. You took it, allowing him to lead you into his house- your house. A big living room and kitchen on the first floor and three bedrooms on the second. 

He led you into the master bedroom, complete with an oversized bed that you were sure even your soon to be husband would fit in it. 

“What do you think, cyar’ika? Is it okay?” he asked. 

You smiled, reaching up to hold his face in your hands, your thumb tracing over the lines of his scar. “‘Okay’? Wrecker, it’s perfect.”

Wrecker pressed his forehead to yours, whispering softly. “Olarom yaim, cyar’ika.”

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Just Borrowing

Echo x Reader

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Square filled: "that's mine!"

Word Count: 684

Warnings: canon typical violence, injuries, blaster wounds, a little suggestive at the end

This is not how this was supposed to go, you thought bitterly, tucked behind a large rock for cover. The blasterfire overhead was proof that plan A had failed… along with plans B, C, and D. The shots to your shoulder and leg only proved as further evidence.

“Hang in there,” Echo commed to you. “We’re on our way.”

“Would you hurry it up?” you groaned, firing a few shots towards the droid battalion slowly making its way towards you.

“Tech’s a quarter-klick away,” Echo assured.

“Where are you?”

There were a few seconds where no reply came, despite comms still being live. Echo was hesitating. “We’re pinned up here.”

Echo hated when you were separated in battle. Despite his general hesitancy to express his more than platonic feelings for you, he’d told you that before. He knew that being put together every mission was simply not feasible, and it could make either one of you a liability in the field, but he hated it all the same.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’ll see you back at the ship.” The comms became too cluttered with orders and warnings being bounced between the others. Tech field-dressed your wounds and helped you back to the ship, depositing you in one of the seats before running off to the cockpit to go pick up the rest of the boys. You limped over to the gunner’s nest, painfully dragging yourself up the ladder. 

As the ship flew over the others’ position, you saw they were surrounded. You began firing, taking out several tanks.

“Nice shootin’, verd’ika!” Wrecker cheered, laughing gleefully as your shots along with his previously placed explosives caused a massive chain reaction, taking out most of the remaining droids.

Tech landed the ship a little ways away from the others and you decided to change out of your grimy and now burned blacks. Sitting on the edge of your bunk, you lifted the lid to your footlocker to grab- damn. This was your last set of undamaged blacks.

You scowled at your nearly empty storage, contemplating what you could do when an idea popped in. 

By the time the others filed in, you were getting comfortable in your bunk in a clean shirt.

As Wrecker’s adrenaline-fueled retelling of the battle they had all just been in began to quiet down, you heard Echo’s voice.

“Where’s-”

“Bunks,” Hunter answered.

You could hear Echo’s footsteps through the ship as the others went back to talking. “Hey, are you-” he froze next to your bunk, eyes wide with surprise.

“Hi,” you mumbled, barely able to contain a grin.

Echo’s mouth opened, but the words failed to come as he seemed to struggle with the sight of you.

“Echo?” you prompted.

He blinked at you.

“I know I probably should’ve asked, but I’d gone through all my blacks and I needed something to change into. Yours was the closest, and honestly the cleanest-”

“That’s mine!” he nearly shouted in disbelief.

The shortened right sleeve gave it away pretty easily, even though you’d cuffed the other sleeve to match.

“Yeah, I just need to borrow it until we get to a base-”

“No,” he protested before clearing his throat. “I mean you- you don’t have to give it back.”

You smirked a little. “Echo, do you like that I’m wearing your shirt?”

His eyes went wide again as he sheepishly tried to find something - anything - else to look at.

“You do!” you teased, taking delight in the way his cheeks flushed to a bright red that extended down his neck.

Echo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, they landed on you, the warm, golden tones sinking into your skin with an intensity you’d not seen from him before.

“I do like seeing my shirt on you,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of your bunk. “But I think I’d like to see it on the floor next to your bunk even better.”

Your jaw dropped open, your face burning hot as he smirked, patting your thigh. 

“Get some rest, mesh’la," he chuckled with a wink.

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Can I pleeeeease request a thing about how you think Cody got his scar?

Glory

Request for @techs-goggles9902 Love you, Sha! 💛

Cadet Commanders

Warnings: child abuse (children getting beaten up by a corrupt instructor (they're around 15-16 biologically in this)), blood, knives. This is kind of a dead dove do not eat situation.

Mando'a Guide: shebs - butt par ner vode - for my brothers verd'ika - private, or "little soldier" affectionately vor entye - thank you (literally "I accept a debt") alor - leader

“C’mon, Foxy! Kick his shebs!” Bly shouted from the bench.

“Bly,” Cody hissed. “You need to shut up.”

Fox, slightly distracted by his brother’s loud disruption, caught a swift kick to his shins, practice blade flying to the side as he fell.

Their instructor held his own practice blade to Fox’s neck.

“Do you yield?” he asked calmly. 

Fox simply nodded, struggling to catch his breath. 

“I can’t hear you,” he growled, the tip of the blunt blade pressing against the skin of Fox’s throat. 

“Yes, sir,” Fox rasped. “I yield.”

The instructor pulled the blade away, looking out to the others. 

“Who’s left?” he called, impatiently, his eyes zoning in on Bly and Cody. “Come on, someone’s gotta disappoint me next. I don’t have all day.”

Bly almost growled a little, his brows scrunching together. He stood, walking towards the training mat at the center of the room.

“Well, well, well,” their instructor chuckled darkly. “And which one are you?”

“Bly,” he answered, picking up his practice blade. He fell easily into a ready position. 

The instructor rolled his eyes. “That is not what I asked, clone,” he spat. 

Bly’s nostrils flared as he looked up at the bounty hunter. “CC-5052, sir.” 

“Ah, so it will be disappointing,” he sneered. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Bly took a deep breath to center himself, just like Cody had shown him. The practice began, the instructor quickly advancing on the attack, forcing Bly to take the defensive. 

He lasted longer than he had the last time, and a tiny bit longer than Fox had, but soon the bounty hunter had him pressed to the wall with his hand around Bly’s throat, blade on the mat. 

“Pathetic,” he sneered, barely looking as he released the young clone. Bly’s knees hit the ground hard as he coughed and gasped for air, making Cody wince. 

“You,” the instructor commanded, pointing his blade at Cody.

“You got this, Codes,” Wolffe whispered as Cody passed him. 

He got to the mat and faced their teacher. He could feel his blood boiling just below the surface of his skin as Fox and Gree helped Bly up and back to the benches on the side of the training room. 

“Begin,” the instructor said, already lunging for his student before the word had fully left his mouth. Either he didn’t notice that his student didn’t have his practice blade out, or perhaps he simply didn’t care. 

Cody ducked the attack, throwing his shoulder into the instructor’s gut and knocking him off balance. They tumbled to the floor, the young clone on top of his teacher as they struggled. 

Distantly, he could hear his brothers’ cheers from the sideline, but he couldn’t let that distract him. No, he had to put everything into this match. He had to show this sleemo that he and his brothers were to be respected.

He could feel the instructor’s knee slam against his back, and he grunted as a sharp pain accompanied the impact. But he ignored it. He fought to get the instructor’s arm under his knee, pinning it to the mat and began to do the same with the other, but the instructor struggled against him. The instructor’s hand landed on Cody’s face, pressing hard against it. Cody growled in frustration, pushing himself even harder. He had to win this match. Par ner vode.

The instructor bucked his shoulders, trying to throw the cadet off, but he stuck through it, grabbing at his wrist and - finally! 

Cody caught the instructor’s arm by the wrist, slamming it hard onto the mat, the practice blade clattering to the floor. Once he’d wrestled the instructor’s arm beneath him, he picked up the practice blade, pointing the tip to the instructor’s neck. 

“Do you yield, sir?” he asked simply, fighting to disguise the fatigue in his voice. 

“Fine,” the instructor snarled. “Now get the kriff off of me.”

He hesitated, but let the man up. 

“All of you get out of my sight,” he growled, brushing the dust from his shirt.

His brothers were all but cheering by the time they left the training room, but Cody felt uneasy. That feeling carried him through the rest of the day, following him wherever he went.

“CC-2224, report to hangar 14D,” the PA system sounded. The rest of his squad gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Fox asked, clearly picking up on his brother’s discomfort.

“Better go alone,” he frowned. “Thanks, though, Fox.”

The eyes of his squad followed him until the door shut behind him.

It wasn’t long of a walk to the hangar, but he couldn’t help the way his nerves bundled in the pit of his stomach. The tension rose into his shoulders and jaw as he walked into the hangar.

There stood his hand-to-hand instructor, but that didn’t surprise him. He figured he’d have to pay for his victory in training earlier.

“CC-2224,” the instructor drawled, not bothering to turn and face him. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yes, sir,” he answered carefully. He didn’t want to earn any more ‘reinforcement’.

“Since you seem to have your hand-to-hand training down, I thought perhaps you might like a bit more of a challenge.”

Cody didn’t like the man’s tone. It sounded too cordial for this particular instructor.

“What did you have in mind, sir?”

The instructor chuckled darkly. “A more… realistic fight,” he murmured, turning and pouncing at Cody.

He caught his wrists, but not before it nicked his uniform. They struggled for a moment, but the instructor used Cody’s hold on his wrists to pull the young clone towards him, slamming a knee into the boy’s gut.

Cody coughed hard, doubling over. The instructor took the advantage, pushing him back, nearly knocking him off balance.

“Today is the day you’ll learn,” the instructor spat, landing a swift uppercut to the same spot. “You’ll learn what it is to respect your betters.” Another hit. “To know your place.” Another. “Your worth.” He gripped the cadet’s arm, twisting it painfully. “That you are utterly disposable.”

With a punch to his cheek, Cody was down. He crumpled to the floor, breathing no longer coming easily to him. His vision felt blurry. His heart was pounding in his ears. There was something warm and wet dripping down his temple- was that blood? There was a metallic taste in his mouth.

“Pathetic,” his instructor huffed out. Laying on the cold durasteel of the hangar, curled in on himself, bleeding, panting, and nearly crying in pain, doubt crept into his mind. Maybe he was pathetic. A let-down. A disappointment to his squad. Maybe he was just a number- 2224.

“You know as well as I do just how much the Kaminoans hate imperfection,” the instructor sneered. The sharp hiss of a vibroblade being unsheathed echoed in his ears. “We’ll see how long you last with this.”

The instructor forced him onto his back, arm pressed across his shoulders. Cody’s vision was blurry, but he could just make out the shape of the knife inching towards him. White hot pain seared through his body, originating at his temple. He was sure he cried out, but he couldn’t hear anything over the rush of his own blood. He was moving, struggling against the sadistic man, trying desperately to break free.

The arm holding him down shifted, moving up his body, until it situated across his throat. He was gasping, his hands clawing at his restraint, but it got harder and harder to fight, and he felt a cold, inky, blackness enveloping him.

“That’s enough!”

Cody opened his eyes. The harsh white lights of the medbay burned as he blinked the blurriness away. His head felt like it was being split into a million pieces.

“Good, you’re awake,” said a woman, who just came into focus. He recognized his heavy weapons instructor, and realized she must have been the one to find him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he breathed, voice hoarse.

“None of that,” she answered. Stern, but kind, as always. “This was not your fault, verd’ika.”

Dinua Atina was a tough Mandalorian warrior, but she seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for the cadets, and the cadets held her in a similar regard.

He sighed. “Is my squad okay?”

“Always worried about ner vode,” she smiled, shaking her head gently.

“W-when-” he stuttered, having trouble pushing the words out of his mouth. “When will I be… decommissioned?”

Alor Atina’s eyes grew wide. “No, verd’ika,” she asserted. “You will not be decommissioned.”

His hand rose to gingerly touch the ruined skin on the left side of face. “But-”

“I have already stopped them from decommissioning you, verd’ika, and the man who did this to you has been removed from Kamino.”

As his eyes shot up to meet her’s, his mind swam as he searched for words that would be enough. “V-vor entye, alor,” he whispered, his Mando’a coming out a little broken.

She smiled widely, her hand grasping his. “No debt is owed, verd’ika. Guide and protect your brothers in the field, and you will bring kote to the Republic.”

She patted his shoulder and began to leave, picking up her helmet from the foot of his cot.

“Alor Atina,” he spoke, stopping her. “What does ‘kote’ mean?”She smiled. “‘Glory’, verd’ika. You will bring glory.”

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And now presenting…

The Bad Batch as Chaotic Out-of-Context Quotes from My Family

Wrecker: “We need a shipload of duct tape.”

Hunter: “…a what?!”

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Echo: “Three horsepower garbage disposal with chrome accessories.”

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Omega: “I got it! I got it! *splash* I don’t got it.”

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Tech, about Crosshair: “Terminal velocity cat to the face.”

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Rex & Echo, S2E8, 13:50: “Everyone likes a good knee slide.”

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Wrecker: “Can I have my diet Coke and my lighter fluid please?”

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Crosshair: “I need a melon-baller; I tire of my vision.”

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Tech: “I have all social grace of an autistic bulldozer.”

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Wrecker: “Fishing. Omelets. Pancakes.”

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Hunter: “Frost in the field.”

Tech: “Frogs?”

Wrecker: “Bras on the field?”

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Echo: “The gears of capitalism are greased by the blood of the workers.”

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Tech: “Huh. This is decidedly not neat.”

Echo: “I rescind my ‘neat’.”

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Omega & Wrecker: “I don’t like chocolate chip cookies, like I don’t like breathing!”

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Omega: “I am as smart as a lobster. I am smarter than a frog.”

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Tech: “There are legitimate cheese caves.”

Echo: “Not illegitimate caves.”

Crosshair: “Bastard caves!”

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The Bad Batch Head Canons - Nicknames

The Bad Batch x You

Hunter

Platonic, You: this man won’t generally refer to you with much other than your name. He may call you “verd’ika” (private/little soldier) from time to time

Platonic, Him: you call him “sergeant” or “boss”, he tells you not to. This goes on continually, but Hunter doesn’t mind

Romantic, You: he tried a couple different nicknames for you but “sarad” or “sarad’ika” (flower or little flower) is what stuck best

Romantic, Him: if you call this man “hun” he won’t know if it’s a shortened version of Hunter or Honey and honestly he couldn’t be bothered to care; he loves it so much either way. Use his formal title and he absolutely will fuck you asap

Tech

Platonic, You: if you’re only friends, Tech probably won’t have a nickname for you, though he may pick up another batcher’s nickname for you if he thinks you enjoy it

Platonic, Him: if you’re the type to throw around nicknames, he’ll likely be confused but ultimately accepting of nicknames like “bud/buddy”

Romantic, You: this man for sure calls you “darling” and will occasionally use the mando’a “cyar’ika”

Romantic, Him: you are the only person in the universe that can call him “Techie” and he will adore it. If you refer to him as your “boyfriend”/“husband” or as “my man” he will melt immediately. If you call him “lover” he will go absolutely feral for for you

Wrecker

Platonic, You: if you are smaller than Wrecker, he will point it out. He’ll usually call you “little one”, even if you’re not that much smaller than him or a version of your name that’s shortened

Platonic, Him: as a counter to his, you call him “Big Guy” or something similar. It’s definitely giving Pike & Grog vibes

Romantic, You: when he gets feelings for you, he starts to use your actual name more often. He likes the sound of it.

Romantic, Him: you call him “babe” or “baby” and he will fall for you all over again, use his actual name or shorten it to Wreck he will be trying to get into your pants

Echo

Platonic, You: to be completely honest, I think Echo would just call you by your first name, or title if you outrank him

Platonic, Him: Echo already has a short name so he’ll definitely be confused if you start calling him “Eck” but he really likes it when you call him “hun”

Romantic, You: he definitely calls you “dear” in public situations and “sir/ma’am” in private ones

Romantic, Him: this man will respond to just about anything. Like those videos of dogs who will respond to the tone of their owner saying sit instead of the actual word, if you called him “newspaper” his attention would be on you.

Crosshair

Platonic, You: you cannot tell me this man doesn’t call you “babydoll” or “kitten”. That’s not my headcanon, I’m taking it as fact.

Platonic, Him: you like to call him “Crossy” to tick him off. It usually works. If you really want to get under his skin, call him “Hairy” but I cannot guarantee that you’ll see another sunrise

Romantic, You: He’s fond of calling you “darling”, but he’ll also drop the occasional “sugar” if he’s feeling frisky, or “fucker” if he’s had enough of your teasing

Romantic, Him: you can call this man anything you want and he will come running. He seems to prefer “sweetheart” over anything else though. Also he definitely has some kind of authority kink so anything in the realm of “sir/master/daddy” will immediately get you into the bedroom

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Preoccupied

Request for @6oceansofmoons

Hunter x Reader

Summary: Hunter just wants to see his partner, but isn’t happy about the situation he finds you in.

Warnings: extremely mild mentions of violent intentions, vague sexual references, mild language

Author’s Note: ah this was so much fun to write! I’m sorry it took me so long, darling, but I hope you enjoy your protective!Hunter 💛🤟

Hunter hated being busy when they’d get a chance to land on Coruscant. He could often be seen glancing at the nearest chrono whenever he wasn’t being directly spoken to as he went through the seemingly endless missions.

He was in the middle of a meeting with Commander Cody when his comm pinged.

“Hangar 14, darling” the simple comm from you read.

Maker, he thought as he became more impatient. He hadn’t seen you in over forty rotations and he was getting desperate. Holoimages of your smile just weren’t enough; he needed the real thing. He just missed you, damn it. Your smile, your laugh, those eyes you’d give him when you wanted to get him alone. He missed the way your fingertips were permanently stained with engine grime. He missed the way you interacted with his brothers; playing games with Wrecker, actually listening to Tech, making snarky remarks with Crosshair.

“Sergeant? Are you listening?” Cody questioned, bringing Hunter back to the present.

“Sorry, sir. I’m a little…distracted,” Hunter mumbled.

“That’s alright, vod,” Cody chuckled. “I have some plans with my cyare after this as well. We can pick this back up tomorrow afternoon.”

“You may want to hurry, Hunter, I heard the Wolfpack is docking in 14,” Cody gave Hunter a pat on the shoulder, a smirk and conspiratorial wink on his face as he left.

Hunter scoffed a little before rushing off to see you.

It had been far too long since he saw your beautiful face, and he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. As he approached Hangar 14, he looked around, trying to find the source of your laughter.

And there you were. You looked so kriffing pretty, despite the way your messy hair and the oil and grease that smeared across your body from your repair work. He was so distracted, a blissful expression painting over his face, that he didn’t realize what you were laughing at to begin with.

Slowly, he noticed them, the various members of the Wolfpack standing around you, one of them - Sinker, he thinks - regaling you with some kind of epic tale, his hands flying about wildly. You were laughing, clearly amused by whatever story was being told, and laughing harder as Boost started to bicker with Sinker.

You got along so easily with everyone you met, a skill that Hunter himself was not particularly adept at, and it made his heart happy. But watching as the leader of the pack, Wolffe himself, inching closer to you as you paid attention to his squad, something stirred in him. It was unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

Hunter’s movements stilled as he watched. You didn’t seem upset, and he didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing. He was probably just being overprotective like Crosshair always says.

But then he saw it. A quick brush against your arm and the way you tensed. The way your smile and laugh suddenly became a facade. It made his blood boil.

He was getting ready to charge the commander, and give him a piece of his mind, but instead your eyes caught his. Your smile widened, no longer polite, but purely, unapologetically joyful. You didn’t bother say a word to the men surrounding you as you began to rush towards the beautiful man waiting for you.

He caught you easily, lifting you by the waist and spinning you around. Your beautiful, wonderful, bewitching laugh bubbled up as you held your man close to you. Eventually, he brought you back down to the ground, smiling widely as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Missed you,” you whispered, as he pressed his forehead against yours

A laugh from behind the pair of you caught your attention, and you both noticed an embarrassed looking Wolffe, ordering the rest of the pack to do ten laps around the hangar for laughing at him.

You laughed as well, but Hunter let out a low noise, one you had only heard in…other settings. You followed his line of sight, noticing that Wolffe was suddenly looking very nervous and Hunter’s smile had dropped as he narrowed his eyes and growled at the other man.

“Hunter,” you chided, breaking his concentration away from the commander and back to you.

“Yeah, cyare,” he grumbled. “I know.”

You chuckled, and rolled your eyes a little, pulling your hands back to rest on the sides of his head, pulling him into you, kissing him deeply.

Everything around the two of you faded away and you felt him relax into your arms.

Neither of you even noticed the whistle from Wrecker as the rest of the Batch entered the hangar.

It was only you and Hunter.

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Square filled: sickness

Word count: 363

Warnings: very mild sickness (as one might imagine) but it is not life threatening

“Tech,” you chided. “You really need to get back to bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, cyare. I am perfectly fine,” Tech said, rolling his eyes. “In fact, the idea of you holding me prisoner here is absolutely ludicrous.”

“Oh ‘ludicrous’ is it? And what is it you’re planning on doing once you escape?”

“I need to perform a few repairs to the Marauder’s cooling system,” he prattled as he started to walk around the living room of your house. “Not to mention the screen of the navigational computer is acting up again.”

You leaned against the doorway to your bedroom, watching your partner walking in circles as he searched.

“What are you looking for, love?”

Tech scowled at you. “My goggles,” he sighed. “It’s somewhat difficult to find them when I can barely see.”

“Darling?” your tone was gentle, but full of amusement.

“Yes, cyare?”

“Are these the goggles you’re looking for?” You asked, holding up his signature yellow lenses by the strap. “These ones, that you asked me to hold on to so that you wouldn’t lose them?”

Tech closed the distance, taking the item in his hands. “Yes, these are what I was looking for, however I do not recall asking you to hold them.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “And those repairs?”

“Yes, I must be on my way to the port. Maker only knows what shortcuts Hunter and Echo are teaching Omega.”

“Tech,” you said, grabbing his arm to stop his forward motion. “Echo’s on a mission with Rex, and Wrecker took Omega on that fishing trip?”

Tech blinked at you. “Then Hunter-”

“-is enjoying some well-earned relaxation time with his riduur. They took the ship to that island Omega and Lyana found, remember?”

Tech’s face displayed a wide array of emotion, bouncing between confusion, searching his memory, followed by confusion, frustration, and more confusion.

“And I-”

“-have a temperature of 101 and need to go back to bed so the medicine can do it’s work.”

Tech was quiet for a long moment, grumbling to himself. “We have already had this conversation today, haven’t we?”

“Yes, dear,” you grinned. “Four times.”

“Cyare?”

“Yes, Tech?”

“I hate getting sick.”

“I know, darling.”

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 27: Focus

Summary: As the Batch struggles with the loss of one of their own, Hunter tracks something the others can't see.

Warnings: discussion of major character death, grief, mention of torture and near death experiences

Author’s Note: Hope y'all don't hate me right now 😅 btw there’s going to be an epilogue 🤘

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“‘How many time’s she’s’ what?” Hunter asked.

Sinya shook her head rapidly. “I said too much, I can’t-”

Hunter moved in close. “Tell us…now,” he growled.

The intimidation sunk into the twi’lek, and she appeared to become more uncomfortable by the second. She swallowed, her fingers fidgeting. 

“How many times she’s died.”

“She- that’s not possible,” Echo muttered, eyes wide.

“It’s a curse,” Sinya shrugged. “It happened when she was young. She doesn’t like to-”

“Unless she was resuscitated, it would have been impossible for her to have died,” Tech interjected.

Crosshair shook his head. “But that blaster shot she took before she was assigned to us; she couldn’t have survived that, right?” 

“I mean, she’s here, isn’t she?” Sinya replied. “Obi Wan told me about that one. It was pretty rough.” 

“You can say that again; that shot knocked her out of the frontlines for six weeks,” Echo scowled.

“We’re still not sure what she lost that time,” she hummed, mouth pulling into a tight line. “She won’t go through the list with me, not that she’s added anything to it recently anyway.”

“Jainey loses stuff, too? I lose stuff all the time,” Wrecker chuckled nervously, earning a sharp look from Hunter. 

“She doesn’t lose objects like that. She loses memories. Obi Wan told me that the first one she lost was of her first love.”

Tech cleared his throat. “Her-”

“That isn’t something I’ll tell you,” Sinya interrupted, her words forming a sharp edge. “That story is hers to tell if she wants.”

Wrecker shifted his weight between his feet, eyes trained at the floor. “What if she- will she forget us?”

“Wrecker-” Tech’s voice came, vague irritation along with it. 

“I don’t know,” Sinya answered, the corners of her mouth coming up in a reassuring smile. “But I don’t think she could forget you boys if she tried.” 

Wrecker nodded, a small grin matching hers. 

The rest of the recording included Sinya saying her goodbyes and a brief squabble over taking watches. 

“So it’s true then; she has to come back. She’s cursed to come back,” Crosshair rasped, his voice still shaky, as he combed Jaine’s hair away from her face, her head in his lap. “She has to come back.”

“Cuir’ika,” Tech said, his voice low. “We cannot begin to understand how this supposed curse works, or if it exists at all.”

“She has to come back,” Crosshair repeated, making it clear that he wasn’t listening to his twin any longer. 

Tech sighed, pulling himself to his feet. Camp had been made here at the bank of the river, despite Tech pointing out that it was not an ideal place to set up, even for a short period of time. But there was no moving his brother. 

Tech walked the short distance to the small shelter Hunter and Wrecker set up.

“Still won’t budge?” Hunter asked, already knowing the answer. 

Tech gave a small nod. “His vitals show no sign of deterioration, even if he seems to be in shock.”

Hunter hummed an acknowledgment. 

“Have Echo and Wrecker had any luck finding a signal?”

Hunter sighed. “Last he checked in, he was trying to find a tall tree to climb. We managed to get a partial message through to Cody, but it wasn’t much.”

Tech nodded. For the first time since- well, ever in his life, everything seemed still. The numerous sounds that always surrounded him, constantly pulling him in and whipping his brain into a faster pace, seemed to be somewhat quieter now. He could still hear them if he listened; the rush of the water flowing down the river, the leaves rustling as the wind shook their branches, Crosshair’s quiet, reassuring mantra. 

“You look tired,” Hunter noted, having watched Tech’s eyes close as he concentrated on what he could hear. “You should rest.”

“I have the most training in field medical aid out of the rest of us,” Tech replied. “I should be alert if anything were to happen.”

“Tech-”

“I am fine, Hunter,” Tech asserted as he began to tap rapidly at his data pad. 

Hunter sighed heavily. “Tech, don’t you think it’s time you stopped lying to me?”

“I am not-” Tech began, but was cut off by the tired incredulous look on Hunter’s face. 

“We’ve never…lost one of our own,” Hunter lamented, his eyes focusing on Crosshair by the riverbank. “Years of testing and training and torture, hundreds of missions, too many close calls, but we made it through it all. But now…”

Tech watched as Hunter’s eyes squeezed closed, noticed the way his jaw and fists clenched, saw his shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, heard his breaths quicken. He always had to see the details- all of the details. He put it together in his head; it had been a long time since he had seen these tiny clues on his eldest brother. Hunter was scared- terrified, really. 

“Sol’ika,” Tech whispered, knowing it would be loud enough for his brother to hear. “This is not your fault.”

Before Hunter could begin to respond, a small ping sounded from his vambrace, followed by a shout from Wrecker, not far away.  

“It’s Cody,” he said, standing up. 

“Sergeant,” Cody greeted, the sound of blaster fire and explosions in the background.  “Heard you boys are out on Damussa, but you said this was urgent?”

“Yes, sir,” Hunter uttered. His heart had dropped into his boots and his mouth felt drier than the sands of Tatooine. “Commander, Is the General available? This message concerns both of you.”

“We’re a bit busy,” Cody hummed, his head snapping towards some sound that barely came through the static. “Can this possibly wait?”

“Commander, it’s-”

Another explosion sounded through the comm, followed by a crash and a loud grunt.

“Hello dear,” Obi Wan’s voice dripped like honey. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Sergeant Hunter, you’ve got your window now. Make it quick.”

Hunter tried to steady his breath. “General Kenobi, sir. It’s J-...I regret to inform you that Lieutenant Vale-”

The words choked in his throat, the air in his lungs seemed to turn to lead. 

Through the static of the signal, the blaster fire, the bombs, Hunter could make out Kenobi’s faint voice. “Jainera?”

The line continued with simply the background noise of war.

“Thank you for informing us, Hunter,” Obi Wan finally answered, his voice a schooled calm, but lacking its usual character. “We are less remote and will have better luck getting a message through to Sinya on Coruscant. Stay safe, Sergeant.”

With that, the line cut, and Hunter sank back down onto the log he’d been occupying before, praying to gods he couldn’t believe in for…someone- anyone to guide him through this.

Starlight, a quiet voice hummed in his ears, causing his whole body to tense up. His hair stood on end as his eyes darted around.

“Hunter?” Tech questioned, but his voice seemed distant.

Relax, the voice called again.

Hunter scowled as he stood up, eyes searching the area. He couldn’t see anyone - or anything - that could be calling to him like this. He was vaguely aware of Tech vying for his attention, asking if he was okay or what he was hearing, but right now he could hear a threat and he needed to gather information.

I’m no threat, Starlight.

Hunter just about growled, somewhat startling Tech.

“Hunter,” he repeated, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, following his line of sight towards Crosshair and Jaine.

“There,” Hunter breathed, slowly approaching the riverbank. The unshakable focus in his expression and the way his stance adjusted reminded Tech of a predator stalking some prey, and not for the first time.

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 25: Exhale

Summary: There’s two of them, now.

Warnings: headache, flying reptiles (similar to keeradaks), playful banter

Author’s Note: oh my god two updates in a row? and only a couple hours late What are the odds??? actually kinda high because I’m almost down writing this series

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Crosshair wasn’t grumpy. He wasn’t moody, or snippy. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t even vaguely upset. In fact, he couldn’t say he felt negatively much at all.

He’d gotten up to take watch nearly an hour before, only to find Jaine had fallen asleep on Tech’s pauldron, and Tech, known for his general sleeplessness, was against the cave wall, quietly snoring.

Despite the odd angle of her neck, Jaine seemed to be comfortable, a pleasant look across her snoozing features.

He snuck over, crouching down next to her, brushing a few loose strands of her hair from her face.

She mumbled quietly and a small smile crossed his lips as he watched her snuggle into Tech’s shoulder even more despite his armor.

“You alright?” Hunter whispered behind him.

Crosshair sighed, standing up. “I should be upset, shouldn’t I?

“Dunno. Should you?”

“If this is what she wants- anything she wants, I couldn’t hesitate if I wanted to; it’s hers.”

Hunter merely chuckled.

“What?”

“Missed the look of affection on you, vod,” he grinned with a pat on Crosshair’s shoulder. “I’ll take your watch, you go join ‘em.”

Crosshair thought about protesting, but the scene before him looked so warm. So he settled in on the other side of Jaine. Tucking his arm under hers and feeling his chest fill up with that warmth as she intertwined her fingers with his.

-

Echo woke with a start, as always; his wide eyes hurriedly taking in his surroundings.

Right, he thought, remembering the previous day’s events.

“Alright?” Hunter murmured.

Echo nodded, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Yeah, fine.”

“Caf?”

He nodded again, gratefully accepting a cup of what reminded him more of jetpack fuel than actual caf, but drank it anyway.

“Figured we’d give ‘em another few minutes,” Hunter said, tilting his head towards Jaine, sandwiched between the twins.

“That’s… an interesting development,” Echo noted. “Tech’s coming back around?”

Hunter shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“‘Ey, since when does Tech cuddle again?” Wrecker grumbled, blinking at the small huddle.

Echo scoffed. “Since last night, I guess.”

-

Jaine woke up with her face pressed against the cool floor of the cave. She squeezed her eyes closed tighter, hoping that it would disperse the headache currently setting her brain on fire.

“You’re awake,” Hunter noted quietly.

She grumbled, struggling to find the energy to sit up, let alone speak.

“Caf?” Echo asked, despite already knowing her answer.

“I hate this osik,” she muttered, accepting the cup being handed to her. “Hot dirt water.”

“And yet you drink it every day,” Echo mused. “No wonder you’re so cranky.”

Jaine scowled at him, but sipped the caf, her face contorting into a disgusted expression. “What, did you wash Wrecker’s blacks in this?”

“Ey!” The large man protested. “They’re not so bad!”

Echo and Hunter exchanged a look, bemusedly rolling their eyes.

“Where are the others?” Jaine asked, rubbing at her sore neck.

“Scouting,” Hunter answered.

“And hopefully getting along,” Echo muttered with a smirk.

“Have they not been?” Jaine frowned, glancing around. “I actually got the feeling I might be smoothing things over with Tech.”

“Sure seemed like it to me,” Wrecker laughed, playfully whacking Echo on the shoulder.

“Seemed to me, too,” Hunter smirked, handing Jaine her bag. “Certainly looked cozy.”

“What are you going on about now?” she mumbled, digging through the bag.

“Sandwiched between two batch twins can be a dangerous game, Ad’ika,” Echo hummed, his smirk giving away his attempt at disguising his amusement.

Jaine rolled her eyes. “Oh, ha-ha, very funny.” She continued digging through the bag until she found a small round container. Opening it carefully, she took a small amount of the magenta paste, smearing it from the base of her skull, down and towards her jaw, beginning to hum as she rubbed the substance in.

With Wrecker and Echo off bickering about something nearby, Hunter found himself entranced with Jaine’s little ritual. Each quiet note her voice hit filled his ears and calmed his senses. He felt a tension he hadn’t known he’d been carrying release as he watched the simple process, but found himself feeling almost heartbroken when her humming finished.

“That song, what is it?” he whispered, afraid to break the atmosphere she’d created around them.

Jaine’s eyes fluttered open, looking up at him, wide eyed. “Oh, um, it’s a Qoljaki song. It was typically sung at weddings, but my parents sang it all the time,” she shrugged. “My dad’s voice was lovely, but mom’s wasn’t very good. She used to say that she couldn’t carry a tune even if it was in a bucket.”

Hunter chuckled. “I guess you took after your dad then.”

She felt her cheeks flush as she looked towards the floor. “Yeah, right,” she snarked.

“I mean it, your voice is beautiful,” Hunter reassured her. “Just like the rest of you.”

Jaine’s eyes darted to his as surprise widened both sets. She searched him for any hint of insincerity or clue that he might be joking, but found nothing but a warm smile and admiration in his expression.

“Hunter,” she began but a loud thump followed by some shouting from the entrance of the cave drew their attention.

“What the hell was that?” Hunter growled, meeting the others at the opening of the cave.

He was immediately shushed by Echo, whose eyes never left the object of his attention.

“My files have no data on this kind of…creature,” Tech whispered.

“Has it seen us?”

“If it has, it has not shown any indication of attacking us.”

Hunter nodded. “Wrecker, Crosshair, keep an eye on that thing. We need to get moving.”

Hesitantly the three clones made their way back into the cave to begin to gather their meager camp.

“What’s going on?” Jaine asked.

“Creature outside,” Echo grunted. “Big one.”

“It appears to be a creature similar to the keeradaks on Skako Minor. Flying reptiles are somewhat uncommon to come across,” Tech noted.

“Flying reptiles?” Jaine chuckled. “That’s a new one.”

“Maybe for you. Sometimes I forget you’re newer than me,” Echo smirked.

“Oh yeah, that three month headstart really gave you a leg up, huh?” she snarked. “Two, even.”

Echo feigned offense, but couldn’t hide the lightness in his eyes.

“Alright, you two,” Hunter grinned. “We should get back out there.”

“Hunter,” Crosshair’s voice rasped over the comms. “Our new friend has a partner.”

“There is another?” Tech asked. Jaine could hear the fascination in his voice.

“Yeah, only this one looks meaner,” grunted Wrecker.

“Best hurry,” Crosshair scoffed. Wrecker looks like he wants to poke at them.”

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 30: Overhaul

Summary: The Batch struggle with Jaine's resuscitation

Warnings: mentions of death and injury, discussion of Feelings™,

Author’s Note: *le gasp* another update so soon? on a monday? damn thats crazy (tbh i just want to finish this series out so I can start posting the sequel series) (also yes that is a vague reference to sex pollen at the end of the second paragraph leave me alone)

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Three days in a bacta tank shouldn’t be able to bring someone back from being dead, but here Tech was, knee bouncing as he looked over Jaine’s unconscious form. 

It was his turn to watch over her, the squad deciding that they didn’t want her to be alone when she woke up on the Negotiator. His mind felt lost in the maze of this woman’s life. He had felt the lack of her heartbeat himself. For quite a while he wondered if this was all a bizarre dream. Perhaps brought on by some spore on Damussa?

“A strange feeling, is it not? The grief of loss followed so quickly by the relief of survival?”

Tech snapped to attention, practically launching himself out of the uncomfortable chair as General Kenobi entered the small medbay room.

“General-”

“Please, relax,” Kenobi chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. “I am here as a friend, not a general.”

Tech gave a single nod, his eyes wandering back to Jaine.

“I do not understand how- It should be impossible for her to have-”

“Survived? It is a fascinating concept,” Obi Wan finished. “I’m sure your squad must feel relieved.”

“Yes, we are,” Tech replied.

“But?”

Tech’s eyes darted up to the Jedi. “In their relief that she is alive, the others seem to have forgotten about the…clause, for lack of a better word.”

Obi Wan nodded knowingly, quiet for a long moment, simply looking at Jaine, a sad expression on his face.

“What did she…forget last time?”

Obi Wan sighed. “We’re not sure. She hasn’t been particularly forthcoming the past few times. Sinya thinks it may have been a friend or loved one we had yet to meet. She said that a few of the things she’d said to her before that time hinted at a potential…lover.”

Tech shifted uncomfortably, his hand clenching his data pad. If it had happened before, it could happen again, and this time his twin would be forgotten.

“What other types of information has she lost?”

Obi Wan sat on the corner of the bed, closing his eyes. “The first was of her escape and the subsequent fall of her homeworld, and her- …someone she was close to. My master helped her remember it. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so angry. Then it was myself. The friendship we had developed. It was lucky that she had Sinya at that point since she no longer remembered the trust she had in me.”

He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but shook his head a little, as though to clear a thought from his mind.

“It’s always been loved ones?” Tech nearly whispered, a quiet dread sinking into his chest.

Obi Wan looked at Tech sadly. “Are you close with Jainera?”

“I- well, not exactly,” Tech sputtered before taking a deep breath to start over. “Not as close as I should have been.”

The jedi nodded and the two sat in companionable silence, watching over their friend.

–––––

They hadn’t been on Kamino long, but Crosshair was getting antsy as he usually did.

He paced back and forth next to Jaine’s medbay bed, toothpick grinding between his teeth. He’d sworn to himself that he or one of his brothers would be here when she woke up. He desperately wanted it to be him, to be the first face she saw after coming back to life.

If he noticed Hunter enter the room, he didn’t mention it.

“Cross,” he said softly.

“Orders,” Crosshair breathed, barely a whisper. He didn’t need to see Hunter’s hesitant nod. “Where?” 

“Felucia.”

–––––

“Mistress Nala Se has summoned you; you must go, Omega.”

“No, I want to wait for her to wake up. They wouldn’t want her to be alone.”

Jaine’s head was spinning as her eyes fluttered open. She groaned, the stark white of the medbay on Kamino filling her senses uncomfortably.

“Lieutenant Vale,” the medical droid chirped. “It is good to see that you are awake.”

“Hi,” a small blonde girl grinned beside her.

Jaine raised an eyebrow. “Hi?”

“I’m Omega!”

“And I am AZI-345211896246498721347,” the droid chimed in.

Omega rolled her eyes, whispering loudly. “I just call him AZ.”

Jaine chuckled a little, but was cut off by her own sharp inhale as she tried to sit up, a harsh pain in her ribs.

“Careful; you’re still recovering,” Omega said. “You broke a lot of ribs!”

“That is correct,” AZ agreed. “It is a surprise that you are still alive given that you are a typical human and not genetically enhanced for battle like the average clone. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Heh, yeah. Six- ah, seven broken ribs. Luckiest gal this side of the galaxy,” Jaine smirked, sending Omega into a fit of giggles.

She watched as the droid hovered away to check on another patient, before turning back to the small girl still smiling up at her.

“How long was I-”

“A few months,” Omega finished. “But you only got to Kamino five weeks ago.”

“Five?” Jaine repeated, running a hand down her face. “My squad-”

“They were sent to Felucia about three months ago, but they seemed really worried about you!”

“Really?”

Omega nodded.

“Interesting,” Jaine hummed to herself. Surprised they didn’t just leave me in the field. Would’ve thought they couldn’t care less about me.

“Yeah! I’m not supposed to know this, but they’re being sent to Kaller next.”

“Omega,” a calm voice called, approaching the room.

Nala Se appeared, looking at the young girl.

“Lieutenant Vale,” she greeted. “You seem to be recovering well.”

“No complaints at the moment, Mistress Se,” Jaine answered.

“That is good to hear,” she nodded. “I apologize for my assistant’s intrusion. She has a curious mind.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Come along, Omega,” Nala Se said to her assistant. “Lieutenant Vale has a vital procedure soon and must rest. Perhaps we can visit her later if you complete all of your tasks.”

Omega seemed to deflate a little, but nodded. 

“It was nice meeting you, Omega,” Jaine smiled, and Omega matched it.

–––––

Something was off, and Hunter didn’t like it. The regs on Kaller, acting like- well, like droids. Killing General Billaba without a second thought? And they went after the kid, too. And the regs in the hallway here. They seemed mindless, completely uniform. It was off-putting to say the least. And of course, there was Crosshair.

“What happened?” Wrecker questioned as they walked through the corridor, shoving Crosshair’s shoulder. “You never miss!”

“He was distracted,” Tech chimed in, adding a quiet “obviously” without even glancing up from his data pad.

“I hit where I intended,” Crosshair sneered. 

“Oh, sure,” Wrecker laughed. “You wanted to shoot next to the clanker, not hit ‘em!”

“Stow it, Wrecker,” he snapped.

“Lads,” Hunter stopped, raising a hand to stop the others. “We’ve got company.”

The squad turned around to see a small blonde child smiling up at them.

“Hello,” she smiled.

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 1: Reassigned

Original Character & The Bad Batch (currently no plans for romance, but this could very easily turn into a poly!batch fic ngl)

Summary: A Medic Lieutenant of the GAR has suffered an injury that by all rights should have been fatal, yet Jaine Vale has emerged from the battle relatively unscathed. After a brief discussion with a pair of higher-ups, Lt. Vale is transferred to a new unit for a new beginning.

Warnings: discussion of medical stuff, a wee bit of depersonalization, survival, talk of a fatal injury

Author’s Note: Hello! My name is Dang and this is the first fic I’m publishing for the Bad Batch, as well as the first I’m posting on this blog (I have posted for another fandom under another name). The title is a Mando’a word that I came up with. Don’t know if I got the language rules right, but it’s just a title. Comes from “oyu’baat” meaning universe and “dinui” meaning gift. “oyuba’din” would be a term for a miracle (lit. “universe gift”). Anyhoo, I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated greatly!

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She should be dead.

That’s what everyone told her. The medical droids, the clone medics, the civilian doctors. “You shouldn’t have survived a hit like that, it’s impossible,” they had all said. Yet here she was, living out of spite it seemed.

It didn’t take long for her to become something of a legend throughout the clone ranks. The 212th medic who survived a blaster shot to the base of her skull? Obviously it must be a good story. She preferred not to think about it, even if the scarring from the blast wrapped around the back of her head and neck, small slivers cutting through her previously unblemished cheek and throat. Her hair was still cropped short from the medics assessing her damage.

She barely even had a name at this point. Lieutenant Jaine Vale barely existed without “blaster girl” following it closely.

Only your fellow officers seemed to use your name anymore; Commander Cody being a godsend. Not only had he continued to use her name, but he finally dropped the formality of using her rank and surname in favor of using her first name, as she’d nagged him to for nearly two years.

He came to her bedside in the medical bay nearly every day with a cup of caf, news from the frontlines, and a smile. She was convinced he was an actual angel.

It seemed like every day there would be new faces of medics and doctors coming to ask questions about her condition. If Cody happened to be there, they were shooed away, but if she was alone, she could expect to be poked and prodded and questioned for a while.

Today was one of those days. One of the doctors she had met previously had arrived with some colleagues. They droned on about her as if she weren’t in the room, only acknowledging her presence to inspect her injury.

She had stopped listening to the conversations weeks ago. She wished she were allowed a data pad to keep herself entertained. As her wound healed it had been uncomfortable, but at this point, nearly a standard month after the would-be fatal shot, she barely noticed it.

There was a sharp knock on the door and the doctors didn’t even look to her to see if she wanted it answered; they simply opened the door.

“Good evening, doctors,” an easy voice greeted. “I hope you will excuse me, but I am here to visit with my medic, and I was hoping to speak with her alone.”

She couldn’t place the voice. It was making her crazy. The doctors, clearly startled by the presence of this new visitor, mumbled a half-dozen apologies and shuffled out of the room. She was then left face to face with her general, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

She had never interacted with him personally, typically reporting directly to Cody.

Instinctively, she sat upright in her bed, as close to attention she could be.

“General Kenobi,” she said.

“Easy, Lieutenant,” he chuckled. “There’s no need for formalities here.”

She relaxed a little, but she still felt uneasy.

“May I call you Jaine?” he asked, quirking a brow at her lack of relaxation.

“Of course, sir,” she replied.

“Please, Jaine, call me Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed. “I mean, yes, Obi-Wan.”

“Old habits die hard,” he mused.

It was quiet for a few moments, Obi-Wan enjoying the view from her window while she wondered why the general would visit her.

After, what felt like a lifetime, she finally asked “How can I help you, s- Obi-Wan?”

“I am just wondering what I could possibly do without you in my ranks, Jaine,” he sighed.

Her head started reeling. “What do you mean?”

“It seems, my dear, that the Force has different plans for you,” he turned towards her, sitting in the chair Cody typically occupied. “General Skywalker and I have meditated on your survival, and the next step your path was laid out before us.”

“I don’t understand, General. Am I being discharged?” she asked as the panic rose in her throat. She worked herself to the bone to get to where she is now. She couldn’t lose it all because she caught a blaster bolt to the neck, could she.

“I can sense your anxiety. You are not being discharged from the GAR if you do not wish; you are merely being transferred to another unit.”

Jaine’s head was spinning. Another unit? Was she not good enough for the 212th? What about the men? What did Cody think of this?

“Excuse me for a moment, Jaine,” Obi-Wan said, stepping out of the room.

He came back a few minutes later with Cody in tow, a scowl plastered across the Clone Commander’s face, despite the cheerful smile displayed by the Jedi General.

Jaine had gotten too anxious to stay in her bed and paced in front of the window.

“Should you be up, Jainey?” Cody asked, using the nickname some of the other troopers had given her.

“I’m fine, Cody,” she waved him off.

“But-” he started, only to be cut off by the general.

“Now, Cody, I believe the lady knows her own strength,” he scolded, shooting a kind smile towards Jaine, and missing the frustrated glare from Cody.

“Sir, what is my new assignment?” She asked impatiently. “In the event that I am finally released from bed rest, I would like to do some research on the men I will be serving with. I don’t like to walk into a situation unprepared.”

“Easy, Jainey,” Cody said reassuringly. “You’ve already met them.”

“Oh, kriff, Cody. Don’t tell me it’s the 501st,” she grunted before realizing her slip and apologizing to Obi-Wan.

“It’s quite alright, Jaine. Remember, I did train General Skywalker.”

She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her, and noticed the grin that cracked Cody’s usually serious expression.

“It’s not the 501st,” he chuckled. “It’s actually a specialized unit; Clone Force 99. Do you remember them?”

“Them and the messes they make,” she grumbled. “What could they possibly need a medic for? I’ve heard their success rate is 100%.”

“As I had mentioned before,” Obi-Wan chimed in. “The Force has revealed this path for you to both myself and General Skywalker, and higher command believes that Clone Force 99 could use a, how shall I put it, guiding hand.”

Jaine blinked at him and then at Cody, who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Are you telling me that I am to be relieved of my current duties as a medic in the 212th so I can go and babysit five clones who don’t like to follow the rules?” she could feel her body shivering with anger as she looked between the two men.

“Well,” Obi-Wan hummed, his voice faltering ever so slightly. “Your duties would still entail being first and foremost a medic to the squad.”

“This position would put you more in a combat role. You would be in the field with the squad, not in a medical tent,” Cody explained, the furrowing of his eyebrows betraying his opinion on this transfer. “It would be dangerous. You’d be fit with a proper set of armor and weapons, as well as your standard medical kit.”

She squinted at Cody as he refused to make eye contact. “You don’t approve. What, am I not capable of combat?”

His eyes shot up to meet hers. “That’s not it at all,” he stammered. “I’ve become rather fond of you, as have the men. You’re like a sister to us. It was hard on all of us to face the possibility of losing you, let alone to see you go into battle without us.”

Obi-Wan gave a nod, despite maintaining a straight face. And they say the Jedi don’t form attachments, she thought with a chuckle.

She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She pushed all of her concern and frustration to the back as she tried to open her mind to the new possibilities. “General,” she said, facing him at attention. “I happily accept my new assignment, and hope to serve with the 212th Attack Battalion in the future.”

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Oyuba'din - Epilogue

Summary: A familiar scene plays out...almost

Warnings: canon typical violence, Big Ouchie type feelings

Author's Note: *gonzo voice* this looks familiar, vaguely familiar No but for real, if it hadn't been for the love and support y'all have sent my way, I don't think I would've had the inspiration to finish this, let alone start a sequel! This fic will be going up on AO3 sometime in the near future, and I will be writing and posting the sequel fic Jari'eyc in a couple weeks!

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The group stalked quietly through the labyrinth of hallways, narrowly avoiding other troopers. 

“We’re not going to get very far without our gear,” Tech sighed.

“They started moving all your things to the hangar,” Omega told Hunter. “Your gear might be there, too.”

Hunter nodded. “This way.”

The squad ran into the hangar as Tech opened the door, searching through the rows of crates for their gear.

“Alright, boys, suit up,” Hunter ordered, finding a crate filled with his own armor. “Let’s make this quick.”

The squad dug into the cargo, pulling out various pieces of equipment.

Wrecker groaned, mumbling softly to himself.

“Tech, Echo, power up the ship,” Hunter said. “The rest of us will go after-”

“I don’t think we’ll have to go far,” Omega whispered. 

Wrecker’s mouth fell open. “Is that-”

“Jaine?” Crosshair breathed. He could feel his heart shattering as Jaine entered with a whole squad, herself clad in new, darkly colored armor. She removed her helmet, crimson hair falling to her shoulders, now streaked with stark white. 

Time seemed to stand still, even as the rain pounded against the hangar, punctuated by thunder and flashes of lightning. 

Hunter swallowed and stood, catching Jaine’s eye. 

“Stand down, Sergeant. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” 

A chill ran down Crosshair’s spine. Her melodic voice sounded eerily robotic now. Was this really their Jaine or a just very convincing droid?

“Jaine,” Hunter pleaded. “What are you doing? It’s us.”

“I read the report of your mission on Kaller. I also read the report from the captain of that battalion, who doubts your report. You should have killed that Jedi kid,” she said, sounding almost bored. 

“Jaine, this isn’t you,” Hunter pleaded. “You’ve got to snap out of it. We’re your family!”

“I have no family,” Jaine roared, anger already receding as she winced, hand almost rising to touch her head. “You went against orders. That cannot be tolerated.”

“I did what I thought was right.”

Jaine scoffed, unimpressed. “What a shame it is that you’ve never been able to see the bigger picture. Surrender. Now.”

Hunter’s eyes darted away from Jaine to the rest of his squad, reluctantly pulling themselves into ready positions, and Omega, hunkered down behind a crate. 

“Is that an order, Lieutenant?”

Jaine bristled. “It is now.”

With one last glance at his squad - his family - Hunter smirked ever so slightly. 

“Guess I’m disobeying that one, too.”

Hunter could hear the crackles of electricity sparking at Jaine’s fingertips. He kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to make the move, but praying she wouldn’t. 

With a sharp grunt from Jaine, a streak of lightning flew out towards Hunter, who barely dodged it.

As the troopers with her began firing on the squad, Hunter dove behind the crate as his brothers fired back.

Jaine growled, forcing her hands out in front of her, red smoke pouring from her palms, filling the space between her and her old squadmates. Pressing a button on her new helmet, she could see the heat signatures of each of them. Wrecker and Crosshair behind one set of crates, Hunter and the girl behind another. She hurled a few more bursts of lightning towards them, hitting their cover hard.

“Tech, we gotta move,” Hunter growled through the comms. “Now.”

“We’re working on it,” Tech answered, hands flying across the control panels.

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on three,” he ordered.

“You got it, boss,” Wrecker nodded, grabbing a few lids from the crates.

“Omega, stay low,” he said. “One…two-”

“Three!” Wrecker shouted, jumping up from the cover to use the lids as fans, before sending one of them flying towards the regs. Jaine barely dodged the second one as it kareened towards her.

Wrecker reached for the blaster strapped to his back, but Jaine was faster, sending a fast shot from her blaster towards him, clipping his shoulder. 

He shouted in pain as he fell, his helmet flying off and landing next to him.

Omega stood up, starting to jog towards the large heap Wrecker lay in.

“Omega! Don’t!” Hunter shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her back, the shot Jaine intended for her missing by a few short inches. “She’s using him as bait.”

“But he needs help!” Omega protested.

“Tech,” he growled. “We’re out of time!”

“Almost got it,” came Tech’s reply as the thrusters came to life, catching Jaine’s eye.

“What are you waiting for?” she shouted at the reg closest to her. “Seal the bay door!”

The reg nodded, rushing to the control panel to hit the appropriate button. 

Hunter watched, a deep dread forming at the pit of his stomach as the doors to their exit began to close. But then they stopped, despite the alarms still blaring.

Jaine’s head whipped around to the reg at the panel.

“Sir, someone’s overriding the controls!”

She growled. Watching the heat map of the squad.

Hunter kneeled next to Omega. “When I say ‘go’, you head for that ramp, and don’t stop, got it?” She nodded and he turned to face Crosshair. “Cross, we go for Wrecker.”

Jaine watched across the hangar. “Only one way out, Hunter. Your move.”

“Go!” Hunter shouted, popping up to lay down cover fire as Omega and Crosshair ran behind him. 

Jaine came out from behind her cover, energy surging at her fingertips. 

She raised her hands, vision locked on to Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter.

A single shot sounded; a stun round hitting Jaine’s hand, knocking her to the ground.

Omega lifted her head from the rifle, steam flowing from the barrel. As the others got up, so did Jaine, pulling her blaster from her waist as Omega began to fire off more shots until her brothers were on board, the shots from Jaine merely hitting the surface of the hull. The Marauder rose and exited the hangar as Jaine wrenched her bucket off, scowling up as the ship escaped.

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Oyuba'din - Chapter 24: Inhale

Summary: Something affects Jaine during a mission, giving everyone a scare.

Warnings: difficulty breathing, accidental drug intake,

Author's Note: Ah its so good to be back!! Thank you all for your kind words, check-ins, and support during my break! That being said... 6 chapters remain But don't worry! There will be another series following this one, and possibly a few prequel one-shots! Lots of fun stuff in store!

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“How much further?” Jaine half-whined, pulling up her helmet. The exhaustion had long since set in, and she wiped her gloved hand across her mouth to wipe away the sweat that was collecting on her upper lip.

“According to the map, there are another two and a half clicks before we enter the vicinity of the supposed Separatist Base,” Tech informed her.

She sighed, replacing her helmet over her head, but continued to walk.

“Hunter,” Crosshair said from the back of the group. “We should take a rest.”

“We are in the middle of unknown - and likely Separatist - territory; it would be unwise to stop now,” Tech chimed in again.

“Funny, I thought I said ‘Hunter’,” Crosshair sneered.

“I am aware of what you said, I was simply providing additional information-”

A groan came from Echo, beside her as the twins began to bicker, and it pulled an unexpected chuckle from Jaine.  Echo cocked his head to the side, and even though he wore his bucket, Jaine knew he had a curious smirk on his face, which only made her laugh more.

“What’s so funny?” Wrecker asked, bumping her arm. 

The chuckles turned into giggles, and then full out laughter that caused all of the men to stop and observe the odd behavior of their medic. 

“Jaine,” Hunter grinned, placing a hand on her shoulder as she doubled over, barely getting a breath in between bouts of laughter. He heard her heart rate skyrocket. 

“H-Hunter-” she barely got out as a whisper, grabbing his arm as she continued to laugh.

Hunter froze for a moment, but shook his head. Something wasn’t right. He knelt down in front of her, placing both hands gently on either side of her bucket, before abruptly yanking it off.

She was barely breathing now, the laughter still coming in almost inaudible squeaks and wheezes, but her eyes were frightened, pupils dilated beyond reason.

“Tech!” Hunter called, his brother already coming to his side with a scanner. 

The machine in his hands blinked and beeped as Jaine struggled to catch her breath.

“I- I am unsure what is affecting her,” Tech muttered, tapping rapidly on his vambrace. “Nothing is coming up.”

“We have to do something,” Echo pointed out, voice wavering ever so slightly.

“Tech,” Hunter repeated, the urgency in his voice sending chills down Jaine’s back. 

Tech let out a frustrated sound, almost like a growl, dropping the scanner to the ground. He pushed the now wheezing medic forward into Hunter’s arms as he dug around in her pack. Finally, finding the analytic tool he needed, he glanced up at Crosshair, who pulled Jaine back against his chest. 

“Apologies,” Tech whispered to her as he yanked the glove from her hand, and pricked the end of her finger with the device. She winced, but otherwise continued her uncontrolled laughter, tears streaming from her eyes as she desperately fought to breathe.

“Hang on, cyare,” Crosshair whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. “You’re going to be alright.” The softness of the moment made Tech’s chest ache. The analyzer beeped in his hand and he pulled his eyes away from the intimate scene playing out before him to note the results.

“Osik,” he muttered. 

“What is it?” Echo asked.

“We need to find cover and water,” Tech ordered.

Hunter lifted his head, looking around a little before pointing off into the distance. “There. Couple hundred feet past those trees is a cave with an underground stream. Echo, grab her pack. Wrecker-”

“I’ve got her,” Crosshair interrupted. Typically, Hunter might argue, but there was a slight twinge in the way Crosshair spoke that silenced him, and with the way Jaine’s head lolled against his brother’s chest, having lost consciousness, he knew it was no time for bickering.

Crosshair wrapped one arm around her back and the other behind her knees and stood.

They moved quickly, rushing into the cavern. While Echo worked on getting some light, Wrecker pushed a large boulder out of the way to access the cool stream flowing just behind it. 

“Get her in the water,” Tech ordered, wading in and kneeling in the water.

Crosshair hesitated for just a moment, but brought her in, lowering her into the numbing water.

The second her body touched the water, Jaine snapped back to consciousness, writhing against Crosshair’s grip and mumbling incoherently.

“I know, I know, mesh’la,” he soothed. 

The device in Tech’s hand beeped. “Her temperature is regulating itself again.”

Jaine shivered, her face twisted into a look of discomfort that pulled at Tech’s heartstrings. 

“What happened?” Crosshair asked, barely able to take his eyes away from her.

“The initial scans showed that she was in perfect health, but when I took a blood sample, I found that there was an abnormal quantity of endorphins as well as cortisol and adrenaline,” Tech began.

“Cortisol and endorphins?” Echo questioned from the now lit fire. 

“Indeed. Both being present in such abundance is likely what led to her elevated heart rate, rising temperature, and her more…unusual symptoms.”

“The laughing?” Hunter clarified. 

“Correct.” 

“How did this happen?” Crosshair asked, his voice wavering slightly, betraying the cool demeanor his helmet portrayed. “What happened?”

“It appears that Jaine inhaled a substance known as brevicauda canescensanthos-”

“The what?” Wrecker questioned.

“It is a rare street drug more commonly known simply as Greytail. It comes from the pollen of the Grey Short-tail flower, which can be found in some areas on Damussa," Tech explained, adjusting his goggles. "The more refined version of the drug gives the user a sensation of elation. The unrefined pollen is…a lot more dangerous.”

“You could say that again,” Echo scoffed.

Tech shook his head. “She must have-” he began, but was cut off by Jaine, wriggling against Crosshair’s arms, her face scrunched up.

“Cyare?” Crosshair asked, emotion flooding his voice as his hand pressed to her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“C-can’t get rid of-f me,” she stuttered, shivering against him.

Crosshair chuckled, pulling his bucket off and tossing it towards the others. He pressed his forehead against hers, whispering quiet, sweet words.

Tech felt like there was a vice tightening around his chest, but he couldn’t call it hurt. It wasn’t pain, it wasn’t even jealousy, but he didn’t understand what it was. 

-

Tech took first watch that night, allowing the others to rest, sitting against the cool wall of the cave a little ways away from everyone else. 

He looked over at the group, arranged in what can only be described as a pile, with Jaine in the center of it. An odd pang struck his chest; the batch hadn’t slept like that since they were cadets.

You don’t need to be afraid of your feelings, mird’ika.

Tech froze, scanning the rest of the squad, none of whom showed any sign of hearing the voice of the Chromira.

It’s alright, they cannot hear me.

I…did not expect that you could speak to me in my conscious state, he thought.

The Chromira chuckled. You summoned me, mird’ika.

Summoned you? I had no intention-

Maybe not. Nonetheless, your thoughts reached out to me and I answered, though I cannot stay for long, the Chromira hummed. What are you feeling now?

Tech stopped. I am unsure. I believe it is something akin to nostalgia, but…more sad. I cannot recall a time I have felt it before.

Another chuckle. Maybe you haven’t. 

What- he hesitated. What do I do with it? 

‘Do with it’? Whatever do you mean, mird’ika?

I-I do not like this. I don’t want these… feelings. 

The Chromira hummed sadly. The feelings are a part of you. The feeling you’re describing is longing. You want to feel a part of their group, correct?

Tech sighed, looking over at the puddle of his sleeping squad. I suppose. But I know when I am not wanted. 

Not wanted? Dearest mird’ika, it isn’t like you to be so incorrect. 

“Tech?”

He nearly jumped at the sound of an actual voice. He looked back to see Jaine rubbing at one of her eyes in the midst of his brothers. 

“Jaine? Are you alright?”

She hummed, sitting up and letting crosshair’s arm slide off of her. “Don’t know. Got the weirdest feeling.”

“I- I am sure it was nothing. You should go back to sleep.”

Jaine hummed again, pulling herself from the warmth of the group and plopping herself down next to Tech. 

He could feel his heartbeat quicken like the proximity alarm on the ship. 

“Sunrise is pretty on this planet,” she said, sleep still roughening her voice. 

“Actually, what you’re seeing is referred to by the locals of Damussa as a ‘false sun’. It is merely an illusion caused by one of the inhabited moons, Pa’a 8, an ecumenopolis much like Coruscant. A majority of Pa’a 8’s structures were built using a copper-durasteel alloy, copper being quite abundant here on Damussa. The light from this system’s sun reflects off of Pa’a 8 so well that it actually caused the Damussans to evolve away from a longer sleeping period and-”

“Cyare? Are you alright?”

Tech had barely noticed that he had been continuing to speak, let alone that Jaine was actually still listening, as Crosshair interrupted him. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she answered. “Go back to sleep.”

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, but eventually laid back down with a mock salute.

“Apologies, I did not intend on ‘rambling’ as my brothers put it,” Tech murmured, suddenly finding the sight of his boots to be quite interesting.

“I don’t mind,” she smiled. “You were saying?”

Tech’s eyes darted up to her in surprise. “You…want me to continue?”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “Better than staring at a wall until we get back to the mission. And besides, I do want to hear how the Damussans evolved.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, and Jaine swore she saw the tiniest hint of a smile.

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