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boltwrites · 3 years

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Misfits - Chapter 1

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous) Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were nervous about your new assignment.

“Nervous” wasn’t a trait most people used to describe you. No, your former lifestyle dictated that you weren’t really allowed the luxury of nervousness – force sensitives left to fend for themselves, especially those expelled from the Order, had to grow a thick skin in order to survive. Force sensitives were valuable and much sought after, and not just by the Sith. From the day you had left the Order, it had been up to you to survive, to take care of yourself, and to make your own way in the universe.

But you were still a person – a sentient being that craved some sense of normalcy and security. And you had found that, for a fleeting moment, with the 501st. You hadn’t been thrilled with the arrangement – getting roped into a war that you wanted nothing to do with wasn’t exactly on your agenda the night you were approached by ghosts from your past and led to the Temple you had left behind so many years ago.

The Jedi had created a new program, meant to bolster their numbers in the face of the growing Sith. To create an alliance with unaligned force sensitives: the Jedi would provide protection and a generous stipend for the work provided, and the force sensitives would fight alongside the present Jedi. You hadn’t really been a huge fan of the idea, for multiple reasons… but you had been presented an offer that which you could not refuse. So you didn’t.

And it had been stable, for a bit. You hated to admit that you had grown to enjoy the company of the 501st, but you had. Your General, Anakin, was understanding, and not so uptight. He was so unlike the Knights you knew when you had been present at the Temple – he was reckless, and fearless, and he followed his own heart instead of the code. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t mind his command; you knew that he wasn’t so swayed by Council politics and related trivialities, and that he cared about his men first and foremost. You had grown fond of him, even discussing your personal philosophy regarding the force with him on a few occasions, and even sparring with his padawan, Ahsoka, on several occasions. A teenager holding a higher title than you was alien, but in the relaxed nature of the 501st, you had hardly noticed it.

But, as much as you enjoyed the company of the Jedi, perhaps the person you would miss the most was Rex. Holding the same rank didn’t seem to phase the clone Captain, as Rex had been more than happy to show you the ropes and introduce you to the men. He accepted you as his equal immediately, and you had been fast friends, bonding over your similar roles in the battle and joking about the most trivial shit that left you on the floor in stitches, Rex hunched over wheezing at perhaps the worst pun you had ever constructed. He had introduced you to the other members of the 501st, saved your ass on multiple occasions, and in turn, you had confided in him about how out of place you felt within the military structure afforded you.

“I don’t fit in,” you had rambled, waving your hands emphatically after one too many drinks at 79’s. “I mean – I’m a Captain, right? Like you. But I’m not a clone, obviously.” You laughed, feeling stupid for even pointing it out. “I mean, I know there must be more out there like me – force sensitives the Jedi picked out of thin air, coerced into joining this war…”

You had rolled your eyes, and Rex had raised an eyebrow. In turn, you had waved him off, nowhere near finished your speech.

“But – the point I’m trying to make – is that it’s not like I’m fighting alongside people that are like me. Even when we work alongside the 212th or some other battalion, I think I’ve only seen one other non-Jedi force sensitive.”

“And it’s worse, you know? You guys – the men – they all call me Jedi. Because honestly, what else do you know? What do you know besides Jedi and Sith? There’s nothing really to call a person like me – but calling me Jedi isn’t right, because then I go up to Anakin or Ahsoka, and yeah, they’re nice to me, but they don’t treat me the same as other Jedi. I’m not one of them. And I’m not one of you. So where the hell do I fit in this?”

Rex hadn’t had an answer for you, and you sure as fuck didn’t know.

Maybe that’s why you were assigned to Clone Force 99.

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“Have you worked with these guys before?” you asked, fiddling with your bag as you waited in the hangar on Coruscant. Rex stood beside you, hand on his hip as he surveyed the sky above you, no doubt waiting for your transport.

“Once. You remember when you were off on that stealth mission with Hondo?”

“Ugh, I wish I could forget.”

Rex chuckled, shaking his head at your sarcasm. “I first met them then. Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he raised both back at you, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Care to elaborate as to why, you bastard?”

Rex grinned wider, shaking his head and turning his eyes to the sky once more.

“They look at the world differently. Like you do.”

You hadn’t expected that, and you stood in shock, watching Rex as he searched for the ship that would take you from him. You thought, for just a moment, you saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes, that a sliver of grief passed over you both in the force at the thought of your parting. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a ship started to descend, the roar deafening anything you might have wanted to say.

The ship landed, powering down its thrusters, and your heart flipped involuntarily. You didn’t want to be nervous – you really didn’t. You had come to know clones over the time you had spent in the GAR – close to a standard year, at this point. You knew that in order to earn their trust, you couldn’t appear afraid, or out of place. You had to act as if you belonged, as if you were already their friend, in order to actually become their friend. It was surprisingly similar to working with scoundrels in the Outer Rim – faking it until you made it.

So, you squared your shoulders and tried to seem confident, and Rex’s subtle smile and firm nod only spurred you on as he stepped to your side, prepared to introduce you to the men you would be working with for at least the new few missions.

The hatch hissed at the airlock released, the ramp lowering so that the crew could disembark.

You knew little about Clone Force 99. Your reassignment had been swift, ordered straight from the top – above even the Jedi, from the Senate itself. According to your official order, Clone Force 99, a special operations unit, was in need of a force sensitive for several missions. They didn’t operate under a Jedi General, and seeing as they were a spec ops unit, the Jedi couldn’t waste any of their precious men on such a small squad. You, however, as an unassociated force-sensitive, were ripe for the picking, and considering that you had previously been assigned to the 501st, a battalion that already operated under a Jedi Knight and Padawan, you had been the obvious choice for the job.

So, you knew that they were a special unit and that they didn’t work with Jedi on the regular. Great. That was such a detailed summary of how they operated. You were so prepared.

Well, you considered. You had gone into battle previously with even less information. It had been even worse when you were operating in the Outer Rim. It could be worse.

You tried to remain optimistic as the steam cleared from the change in pressure and temperature, the hatch hissing as the troopers disembarked. You stood transfixed as they did, and as each appeared, your eyebrows scrunched further together.

You had been told this was a clone force. As in, a clone-based unit. No Jedi, and obviously no nat borns, as beside the Jedi and force sensitives, they were restricted to the Navy, not the GAR. But these men…

It was strange. They looked so different – one large, one tall and slender, another with long hair and broad shoulders. But their biorhythms in the Force were all so similar. The force sang around them like it did with other clones – there was a distinct taste of battle to them, of shared battles, countless. Their signatures sang together, like the rest of the clones’ did, as they had grown and battled together, as they had trusted one another from the day they all met on Kamino. It spoke of a deep camaraderie that was never present among nat borns, that was specific to clones and them alone, and it dazzled you.

“Captain Rex. Good to see you.”

You blinked, snapping yourself out of your analysis of the force, only to see the clone with the longer hair greet Rex with a firm grip to the forearm. As he drew closer, you started to notice the resemblance – the same skin tone, the curve of his nose, the color of his eyes – and it was confirmed through your eyes as well that this man was, indeed, a clone.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Rex replied with a nod, stepping back to gesture to you. You straightened up, standing formally to address the man you would be working with from now on. You weren’t one for formalities, but you did want to make a good impression with him. Some clones were not as openminded as Rex, and they tended to be sticklers for rules and orders, offended by the slightest deviation. Until you knew the Sergeant’s preferences, it would pay to be formal.

“This is Captain Andar. She’s the force-sensitive that’s been assigned to your unit.”

You offered Rex a small smile – he knew how much you valued the term “force sensitive” and how you wished to remain distinct from the Jedi, so you were grateful that he remembered your preference.

The Sergeant frowned, looking from you to Rex and back again, and you felt anxiety coil in your stomach. The downward tilt of his lip and his disappointment in the force compounded, leaving you feeling uneasy.

“We requested General Skywalker.”

Oh, there it was. They had expected a Jedi. Not you, some half-baked, half-trained force sensitive who wasn’t even allowed to hold a title higher than Captain. You should be used to it, at this point, the disdain and the dismissal. But it still hurt you a bit more than it should have, when you were reminded that you were only second best.

“Hunter, we’re stretched thin as it is,” Rex sighed, shaking his head a little. “I did submit your request, but this came from the top. The Senate has disallowed the allocation of the Jedi anywhere other than the front lines. We have a severe shortage of Generals – Commanders, even – but I assure you, Captain Andar is more than capable. She’s one of the best men I know.”

You smiled at Rex, a soft thanks for his kind words, even as Sergeant – Hunter, was it? – looked you up and down.

“So, you’re a force sensitive,” he addressed you. You nodded, trying to get a read on him. His large skull tattoo, which took up the majority of the left side of his face, drew your attention. Most clones turned to tattoos in order to assert their individuality – you had actually seen a few of your comrades getting their tattoos, as it was a communal activity among them. You laughed along with Rex as you watched shinies cringe at their first ink, and you even has a few pieces yourself, hidden below your clothing.

But somehow, Hunter’s skull seemed different. There was a lot about clone culture you still didn’t fully understand, and this may just be a part of it. His tattoo, however, wasn’t quite as intriguing as his hair – long and free-flowing, not tied back besides his headband. There were a few long-haired clones in the 501st, but they always kept their hair tied up neatly, either in a tight bun or a ponytail. Hunter’s was clearly too short for either of those options, and it made him look rugged. You wondered what he was trying to convey with this combination of identifying markers. Clones used everything they had to assert their individuality – to designate themselves as them, to emphasize their personality, role in the military, and who they wanted to be. What did Hunter’s want to present to you with his appearance, you wondered.

But, you couldn’t just stare at the man all day – for fuck’s sake, he had just asked you a question and you’d already spent a good half a second staring at him instead of answering.

“Yes – I possess the same abilities in the force as a Jedi such as General Skywalker or Commander Tano –“ you frowned a little. You were probably closer in skill to Ahsoka, despite being far older. That tends to happen when you’re expelled from the order at fifteen and spend more time trying to simply stay alive rather than train. “- I am more than capable of completing missions where force-related skill is necessary. And, I don’t have to answer to the Council.”

You added the last part on the end with a little chuckle, because Anakin had often asked for your assistance specifically because of that fact – the Jedi Council knew that it was a risk allowing you and the other unaffiliated force sensitives into the GAR, and it was for this exact reason. You had made it work with the 501st, though, and you wondered if this new unit would find that loophole as useful as Anakin had.

Judging by the raised eyebrow, Hunter was mildly impressed by at least something you said.

“Oh, she’ll fit right in, then,” Hunter seemed to soften, just a touch? As if understanding something you weren’t yet privy to as he flashed Rex a grin. Rex smirked back, patting you on the shoulder.

“Told you,” he mumbled to you, and you rolled your eyes at him. Well, at the very least, the Bad Batch didn’t hate you.

Yet.

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bedbellyandbeyond · 5 years

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“Nathan! Welcome, thanks for joining us. Make yourself comfortable,” Camilo said, as the werewolf walked into the room. He’d set up several chairs in a circle and some snacks and water on a table nearby. Marcita had come in and Yori too, whom Nathan was surprised to see. “Yori?” Nathan blinked as he sat down in a chair. “You’re pregnant too?” “Mmhm,” the spirit replied smiling. “Only for about a week. The doctor told me about this group thing and I thought it sounded like fun.” “Cool… At least I’ll know two people here now…” Nathan said. “And congrats. You must be excited.” Yori just nodded and folded his hands in his lap.

“Is this everyone?” Nathan asked. “No, we’re still waiting on two more,” Camilo said. “But they should be here soon. In the meantime, you haven’t met my sister yet, have you? This is Marcita.” Marcita waved from her seat beside Camilo’s. She looked like she was ready to pop. “Yes, you’re seeing double.” “Yeah, you’re… Geez, that’s trippy,” Nathan said trying not to stare. “I’m Nathan. Camilo and Korsgaard are my case workers.” Marcita smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for coming to my brother’s group. I just think it’s such a great idea, having this for you guys.” “So you’re pregnant at the same time as each other?” Nathan questioned. “Yes, but this is pretty normal for me,” Marcita said. “I’m actually a surrogate professionally.” “Oh, cool.” Camilo put a hand on his twin’s shoulder. “I figured Marcita would be great for the group since she has that experience. This is, what, your fourth pregnancy?” “Yeah,” Marcita said. “Though I won’t be the most experienced once Dari and Fay get here. Both of them have been pregnant more often than me.” “They’ve been pregnant more than four times?!” Nathan inquired. “Are they also surrogates?” “No, they’re a couple,” Camilo said. “It’s kind of complicated, but they have six kids and Dari’s expecting twins like you.” “Well, at least I'm not alone there...” A moment later, there was a knock on the door and Fay pocked his head in. “Ah, here we are. Dari, everyone's here. Come in and say hi.” He disappeared for a moment then reappeared dragging his husband into the room by the hand. Dari stared at the ground and waved. “Hi, thanks for coming guys,” Camilo said. “Dari, I don't think you've met Nathan or Yori yet.” “I haven't,” Dari muttered, looking up to assess the room. He seemed to ease in a bit when he realised how few people four was. “Hello... I'm Dari.” “Mon amour, let's go have a seat, hm?” Fay took him over to the circle and let go of Dari's hand to put two chairs together. “Are we late?” “No, no. We were just starting to introduce each other,” Camilo said. “So, uh, Nathan and Yori both teach the kindergarten years at APID E.” “Oh, that's right,” Fay said. “Dari, now isn't this perfect?” He turned to the teachers. “Our daughter will be starting school soon. So I believe you're just the right people for us to know. And, Yori we've met countless times through Lino but it's always a pleasure.” “Thanks. I like you too,” Yori said smiling. “And your husband is so cute, like you always say.” Dari blushed and punched Fay in the arm. Nathan leaned in to shake their hands. “It's nice to meet you. It's comforting to know there are other guys who have gone through similar experiences as what I'm dealing with now.” “I'm glad we can help,” Fay said. “Dari insisted on coming for just that reason. He wants to help out anyone who might be struggling in their pregnancy since he knows so much about it.” Dari crinkled his nose but didn’t say anything. “Okay, so we're all here now,” Camilo said, smiling. “And we've greeted each other, but maybe we could go around the room, say your name again and maybe...how far along you are? And like, something interesting about yourself.” “Sounds good,” Fay said. “I can start. I am Fay Demers. I am not currently pregnant but I have been through four pregnancies, the last of which was for the birth of our third child, Otter.” “Thanks Fay,” Camilo said. “But, um, I can see Nathan's a little confused so could you elaborate on the fourth pregnancy topic?” “Sure. So as a merperson, my species numbers are dwindling, so it's our tradition to reproduce as soon as we're able which is eased by the notion that a caregiver will take care of them for us. I had three pregnancies and sired five children back home before coming to the surface. When I met Dari though, we started our own family, and I got pregnant for our third child.” “Oh okay, that makes more sense...” Nathan said. “So mermen can get pregnant like that?” “Yes, though our fertility window is a lot smaller than a female,” Fay said. “Otter was my final pregnancy. I'm not fit to bear any more.” “Oh. Okay... That's cool to know,” Nathan said, suddenly transfixed on the merman. Fay noticed the way he was looking at him and chuckled. “Nathan, Camilo put out these snacks for us. Why don't you have some juice?” “Juice?” Nathan looked down at the table in front of him and found the bottles of apple and orange juice and grabbed an orange juice to drink. His mind cleared quickly after that. Fay leaned over and placed a hand on Camilo's shoulder. “Good call on these refreshments.” “Well, I was your assistant,” Camilo said. “Yes. Such a smart one.” Fay leaned back and took Dari's hand again. “Love, why don't you introduce yourself next?” Dari blinked a bit and squeezed Fay's hand tightly. “Okay... Um, I'm Dari Demers... I'm five months along, twins, and...well I can get pregnant because I was abducted by aliens and they did experiments on me.” “Um, just so we all know, it's not necessary to explain why you're capable of conceiving,” Camilo explained, eying Nathan. “If you want to, that's fine, but Dari, I'm sure there's more to you than that.” “Well, I mean, that's probably the most interesting thing about me,” Dari said. “...If I had to think about anything else I'd probably say...I like to garden?” “That's a good one,” Camilo said. “Yori, you're next.” “Ooh, okay.” Yori sat up straight smiling. “I'm Yori. I'm, uh, five days pregnant and an interesting thing about me is...hm...” “Wait, how do you know so soon?” Nathan asked. “Know what?” Yori asked. “That you're pregnant. After only five days.” “Oh. I just know things like that.” “I wish I could know that fast,” Marcita huffed. “It would make my job a lot easier.” “Oh, an interesting thing I guess would be that ice cream cake is my favourite type of cake,” Yori said. “Good choice,” Nathan commented. “That means I'm next,” Marcita said. “I'm Marcita Ferrer and I'll be due in two weeks. I surrogate for a living but I don't have any children myself. I am working on my masters in astrophysics.” “Wow, I wish I had the time and energy for a degree like that,” Nathan said. “When it's your passion, it lightens the lode,” Marcita said. “I'm sure I wouldn't have the patience for a teaching degree. I love tutoring Dari's son and I love that, but I couldn't imagine a class full of kids. I'd have a breakdown.” “You get past the breakdowns after a couple years,” Nathan joked. “I guess I'm next,” Camilo said. “Most of you know me pretty well, but anyway, I'm Camilo Ferrer, Marcita's anxiety boy clone, haha, and...um... Oh, I'm twenty-two weeks along. And an interesting thing about me, I guess, would be... I mean, I'm also in school to be an astrophysicist, but that's taken so, I guess... I haven't stopped craving mangoes since the beginning of this pregnancy.” “Mangoes are so good,” Fay said. “The whole concept of fruit is amazing.” “And that leaves Nathan,” Camilo said. “Last but definitely not least.” “Right. Okay, I'm Nathan Cassidy,” Nathan introduced himself. “I teach at APID E. I'm uh... Fourteen weeks pregnant and—” “Fourteen?!” Fay interrupted. “Are they quintuplets?” “Uh, actually, my condition makes my pregnancy go faster so I’m about the same way along as Dari and Camilo,” Nathan said. “But, yeah, I’m also having twins.” “Good luck. We’re a blessing and a curse,” Marcita said patting her brother’s shoulder. “Identical or fraternal?” “Fraternal, I guess,” Nathan said. “They’re different, uh… They’re just different.” “Ours are identical,” Dari said. “Saving the sexing for later.” “Cool, I’m excited,” Camilo said. “Nathan, do you want to finish?” “Sure. So, I guess the interesting thing about me would be…I used to dye my hair blond but now it grows out that way,” Nathan said. “That is interesting,” Fay said. “You’re definitely not a merman, but are you some other kind of terrestrial non-human?” “I’m human… I just have a condition,” Nathan said. “You can’t tell he’s a wolf?” Yori asked, looking to Fay. Nathan blanched and turned to Yori. “You…you know?” “…” Yori blinked and looked around at the group’s shocked faces. “I thought it was obvious. He smells so much like it.” “Yori… Not everyone has your canine sense of smell,” Camilo said. “That was private information…” Yori frowned. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realise it was a secret.” “What does he mean, you’re a wolf?” Dari asked. “Like…a werewolf?” Nathan nodded, getting really nervous. “…I understand if you don’t want me in the group.” Camilo frowned. “Nathan this is a safe space.” “Are you dangerous?” Dari asked. “Now, hold on, Dari,” Fay asked. “That’s insensitive.” “How? It’s an important question.” “Obviously if he is here, he’s not dangerous.” “No, it’s okay,” Nathan said. “This is exactly what I wanted to avoid… I’m being treated. As long as I go to my room by eight tonight, I’m completely safe.” “Yes, Nathan's never once had a violent incident since he's been here at APID,” Camilo said. “Even if he did turn here in the group, he isn't likely to hurt anyone.” “Fay, I don't like this...” Dari muttered. “My love, you trust Camilo, don't you?” Fay said. “I don't want to insult this poor man by mistrusting his presence before we've even gotten to know him. Lord knows he’s likely already judged just by the colour of his skin.” “I’m not racist, this is werewolves we’re talking about,” Dari groaned. “Do you want to talk about this in the hall?” Fay asked. “Honestly, I’m not offended,” Nathan said. “I get it; I don’t want to be around werewolves either. I don’t want to have this condition.” Dari clenched his jaw. “Dear god… I’m putting up with a lot these days… I will try to ignore the fact that you’re a werewolf.” “Thanks,” Nathan said smiling a bit. “Honestly, knowing you’re having twins too makes me hope I can get to know you best. Makes me feel less alone in this.” “Well… I do have the most experience in this circle,” Dari said. “So I can understand that. But, I don’t like big groups so don’t… Don’t expect me to be all talk…” “Dari gets a lot of anxiety in groups,” Fay said. “I was hoping a small group like this though will help him get comfortable. Having a mix of friends and acquaintances just seems like a good start.” “I get anxiety too, so you’re not alone,” Nathan said. “I was pretty scared to come to this group thing, but everyone seems really nice here.” Camilo put his hands together. “I knew this was going to be a great group. Remember, everyone. We’re all different, we’re all going through different experiences, but we also will have a lot in common and the point of this group is to have a place we can talk out our feelings or share experiences knowing we can trust each other. I’m hoping this will be a benefit for all of us. I know it’s already making me feel better about some of what I’m dealing with just being around you guys, and we’ve barely started. So, please, enjoy yourself here, feel free to eat and bring snacks, and know we’re here for each other.” “I love it,” Fay said. “Camilo, thank you for arranging this.” “Yeah, it was a good idea,” Nathan acknowledge. “I love sharing a brain with you, hermanito,” Marcita mused. “Haha, thanks… So, uh, to start off the conversation… Marcita, why don’t you explain how you got into surrogacy?” “Sure, I’d love to.”

#lore #mpreg #Nathan #Camilo #Marcita #Yori #Fay #Dari

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