#incorrect lucky batch

[legaciesandlegendsofmagix]

More Incorrect Quotes for Legendix, Neo Winx, and Others.

Ended up doing more of these since you guys liked the last batch so much. Enjoy :D

Lyra: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Guinevere: ICARUS? -------

Nicole: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS PUNK! Frost: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Nicole: Dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Frost: Somehow that's worse. -------

Minuet: Rhea is forbidden from monologuing. -------

Rhea: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting. That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time! -------

Minuet: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Andromeda: It's kind of complicated, but Bridgette- Minuet: Got it. Forget I asked. -------

Lyra: We’re going to have to split up, like in Scooby Doo. Lyra, to Sereia and Rhea: You guys are Scooby and Shaggy. You can search the bathrooms. Lyra, to Guinevere: Velma, you get the spooky looking fridge in the basement. Guinevere: What? Why am I Velma? And why do I get the… dubious looking device? Lyra: Because only Velma would say “dubious device”. Nicole gets the spooky fridge in the basement. Rhea: And what does that make you, Fred? Lyra: Bitch, I’m Daphne. (Nicole had the Legendix and the Neo-WInx watch Scooby Doo, this was the result XD) -------

Nicole: I have an idea. Guinevere: A good idea? Nicole: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. ------- Lyra: Are you sure Minuet's even gay? She barely even looked at me. ------- Guinevere: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Guinevere is such a nice person, Guinevere is so happy-go-lucky! Guinevere can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Guinevere CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Guinevere IS be in a bad mood. ------- Rhea: *walks into the room* Andromeda: She's covered in blood again. Why is it she's always covered in blood? Minuet: Well, it looks like it’s her own blood this time. ------- Sereia: Would you rather kill Bridgette, or— Nicole: Yes, kill her. Sereia: I didn’t say the other thing— Nicole: I don’t need to hear it. Bridgette: …I’m feeling a little unsafe. ------- Minuet: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you? ------- Dante: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Thora: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Rhea. Dante, pointing their hot glue gun towards Thora: You’re on thin fucking ice. -------

Lyra, staring upwards: So, Minuet broke up with me… haha… Nicole: Why are you looking up? Lyra: I need to cry, but my foundation was 48 dollars! -------

Waiter: What would you like?  Nicole: Bring a milkshake with two straws.  Jasper: *blushes*  Nicole: *puts both straws in her mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!! -------

Bridgette: Some people say that I have a god complex. I’d like to think that I’m a complex god. ------- Guinevere: Well, Basil and I finally did it!  The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*  Guinevere: That's right... We kissed! -------

Nicole: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

[twinsunstars]

Behind-the-Scenes Interviews (Part 4) Hemlock: It was amazing to have Palpatine appear in the show again, but it was also terrifying on my part. He's the Emperor of the whole galaxy. A Sith lord. Standing next to him during most of the episode, I look calm on screen, but I was terrified inside. Hemlock: I'm just lucky he left before the mess happened.

part of my Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind The Scenes Incorrect Quotes series!

The Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind the Scenes Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 🎬

[2old4fun]

Agreed.

Is there maybe another privately built submarine going to check out a famous shipwreck?

How about a rocket to the moon?

Maybe a helicopter or plane pilot who's just going to do the right thing?

Some incorrect mushrooms on his pizza?

Bad batch of ketamine?

Lucky lightning strike?

I don't care what form it takes. Be great if pumpkin spice Pol Pot and couchfucker were along for the ride, too.

it’s vital that elon musk die in the next 4 months

[the-lucky-batch]

Cypher, comming Boots: don’t come back to the venator

Boots: why?

Cypher: Sparks is passive-aggressively doing the dishes he asked me to do six hours ago. It isn’t safe here anymore

Creator of Cypher @catboy-tech / @stereotypicalpicnicmat Creator of Boots @lusiawonder Creator of Sparks @cosmicghostie

The rest of the Lucky Batch! @lavenderstaars @lynnpaper @foxlock @maygalodon @oo-hazel-oo @mango-peachjuice @radbatch @letsunity @burnthashbrown27 @generaltano @namesmox @monako-jinn-stories @longearedowlfromouterspace @just-another-dreamerr

[a-lil-perspective]

Wrecker: I eat danger for breakfast.

Tech: You eat Lucky Charms.

Tech: Just the charms.

[monako-jinn-stories]

A list of alternate names the Lucksters have created for Crosshair now that he’s bald:

Cross @namesmox

Crossbald @burnthashbrown27

Cross[REDACTED] @burnthashbrown27

CrossNair @monako-jinn-stories

Crossburnt @namesmox

CrispCross @monako-jinn-stories

Crossbitch @generaltano

Crossbare @maygalodon

The Lucksters:

@lavenderstaars @lynnpaper @foxlock @maygalodon @oo-hazel-oo @mango-peachjuice @radbatch @letsunity @burnthashbrown27 @generaltano @catboy-tech @cosmicghostie @namesmox @monako-jinn-stories @longearedowlfromouterspace @lusiawonder @just-another-dreamerr

[the-lucky-batch]

We owe so much to @namesmox

THE LUCKY BATCH AS VINES PART 2!

@monako-jinn-stories @just-another-dreamerr @lynnpaper @lavenderstaars @foxlock @maygalodon @letsunity @oo-hazel-oo @radbatch @generaltano @cosmicghostie @lusiawonder @the-lucky-batch @burnthashbrown27 and any other lucksters i missed!

[letsunity]

Ryder: Why is helping someone hide a body the standard for true friendship?

Foxy: Look, if you’re in trouble, I’ll lie to the cops for you. I’ll dispose of evidence. Whatever.

Jackal: But please I am begging you, do not make me dig a hole. I lack the physical requirements.

Ryder: Alright, but how do you want to hide this from Pepper? He’s got a sixth sense about you, Foxer.

Foxy: Cookie Dough.

Ryder: What?

Jackal: Give him cookie dough and you’ve got an alibi. As far as Raffle knows, we’re escorting this dipshit to his ship. 

Ryder: Noted. Guess we start digging now.

@the-lucky-batch

[techs-feral-wife]

mirshebs-meshla presents:

Scenes From The Havoc Marauder 1

The Bad Batch Plays Resident Evil 4

Summary: Everyone's favorite defective clones get their hands on a new game. Chaos ensues. [Canon Divergent (obviously)]

Content Warning: Mild descriptions of violence/gore(?). Mention of weapons (?). Brotherly bickering and light bullying.

A/N: This is just a funky lil idea I had while playing Resident Evil 4 and I thought we could all use some lighthearted fun. Pretty much spoiler free for those of you who have not played the game. Is it crack? maybe a little bit, but this idea has been haunting me for days. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I hope it makes y'all smile. Tags: @techtalksfics

The Havoc Marauder was docked in a sleepy spaceport on an equally sleepy outer rim planet. The sun shone brightly overhead. All was quiet and peaceful. Well, outside of the Marauder at least…

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“C’mon Tech!” A voice boomed from within the ship’s hold. Wrecker sat square in the middle of a grubby old couch, watching impatiently as Tech fiddled with the device in his hands. “Hurry up will ya? You’ve been at this forever”

“That statement is factually incorrect,” Tech said flatly. “Now, if you would stop complaining and allow me to work I would finish much faster.” Tech moved the analog sticks this way and that, adjusting sliders and calibrating settings until they were what he deemed ‘optimal’. 

“Is he still fiddling?” Echo entered the makeshift living room clutching a bowl of what looked to be homemade Mantell Mix if you squint hard enough. He made his way over to the couch, stepping over the rat’s nest of cables that covered the floor of the hold. Their gaming setup was rigged quite precariously. One misstep, one snagged wire, and it would all come crumbling down.

“Optimizing,” Tech said, the slightest hint of annoyance coloring his tone. “and I am almost finished.”

“You said that ten minutes ago,” Wrecker groaned through a mouthful of “Mantell Mix”. He’d shoved his hand into the bowl the second Echo sat down, spilling a considerable amount into his brother’s lap. Wrecker coughed and sputtered, grimacing at the flavors that assaulted his tongue. “Tha’ tastes terrible,”

The glare Echo shot his brother could’ve cut glass.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful,” Was all he said, brows furrowed and arms wrapped protectively around the bowl. This was the last time he’d try doing something nice for Wrecker. He leaned his body hard into the couch’s heavily stained arm when the large clone inevitably went for another handful. “Get your own! And scoot over, will ya? Other people have to sit here too.”

“Careful Wrecker,” A smug voice called from the shadows. “You’ve activated mom mode.” 

Crosshair draped himself over the back of the couch, meeting Echo’s glare with a satisfied smirk. The ex-ARC trooper huffed.

“You’re lucky I’m not your mother, you’d all be grounded indefinitely.” Wrecker clapped Echo on the back, spilling even more of the mix onto the floor.

“HA! I’d like to see you try,” Wrecker laughed. Echo’s glare turned into a pout as he hugged the bowl closer to his chest. He opened his mouth to scold Wrecker, but was cut off when Tech cleared his throat.

“If you are quite finished, we are ready to begin.”

“FINALLY”

Tech managed to squeeze in beside Wrecker on the small couch. He was still amazed that they had actually managed to fit this particular piece of furniture in here, though Wrecker always had a knack for cramming useless items into the Marauder. Tech pressed the ‘x’ button on the controller to confirm his newly optimized settings and the game’s title flashed across the holoscreen before them. 

Resident Evil 4

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“Get in here, Hunter! You’re missin’ all the action!” Wrecker called, bouncing with excitement as Tech maneuvered the player character through the twisted ruins of a dilapidated farmhouse.

“I do not believe that this domicile can be deemed liveable,” Tech remarked as he examined what looked to be a simmering pot of rotted offal. Echo scoffed, eyes scanning over the wires, junk, and literally garbage littered about the ship. Don’t even get him started on the smell.

Hunter made his way out from the cockpit just in time to hear Wrecker scream as a hostile took hold of Leon. Unfazed, Tech began rapidly pressing buttons in a sequence that ended with a hunting knife lodged in his assailant’s neck. 

Hunter swiped a hand over his face and sighed. He could feel the beginnings of a headache pressing against his skull, but he was determined to spend some quality time with his brothers. This was going to be a long day.

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“We should probably get the scope.” Echo suggests as the brothers bickered over the merchant's wares.

“Don’t waste your money,” Crosshair said through his toothpick. As if to prove a point, he plucked the small sliver of wood and flicked it away. It bounced off two walls and Wreckers forehead before landing in the garbage bin that Echo didn’t even know they had.

“More storage space would be quite useful given that Wrecker insists on picking up every explosive he comes across,” Tech stated, casting a pointed side eye at his largest brother.

“Hey! We need the ammo!” Wrecker defended, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe if you were a better shot,” Crosshair snarked from his perch at the back of the couch.

“I’d like to see you do better” Wrecker was pouting now, craning his neck to glare at Crosshair.

“Hand over the controller then, di’kut,”

“Play nice you two,” Echo warned from beside Wrecker. His bowl of mix had long since been emptied, but he still held it tightly in his lap.

“Yes mom,” Wrecker and Crosshair sang in unison, causing Echo to scowl. 

“OOO! We should get the treasure map!” Omega called out excitedly, emerging from her hiding spot beside the couch to try and wrench the controller from Tech’s hands. The goggled clone lifted the controller out of her reach with ease, looking mildly offended at the attempt. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Hunter called out, placing a hand on her shoulder to still her. “You shouldn’t be here. This game is too scary for you.” Dad mode: Activated.

“Aw, but Wrecker said I could,” Omega whined.

“Yeah! S’not tha’ scary.”

“Says the one who's been cowering behind Lula the whole time.”

“You leave Lula outta this!” Wrecker cradled his beloved tooka plushie close to his chest.

“I thought I told you two to play nice.”

“Sorry mom”

“S T O P calling me that!” Echo gave yet another exasperated huff and went back to watching the screen. Tech was silently examining the weapon upgrades, trying to determine which to expend their very limited funds on. “Besides, Hunter’s right, Omega. This game is rated M for Mature.”

“Wrecker should definitely not be here then” Tech remarked, eyes still glued to the screen.

“HEY”

“Please Hunter,” Omega begged, drawing out her vowels as she looked at the ex-sergeant with the biggest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. He didn’t stand a chance.

“Fine,” Hunter sighed. Echo rolled his eyes and shook his head. His brother never could say no to Omega.

“Pushover”

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“Wait, go back!” 

“No, not that way!”

“You missed a crate back there!”

“I think I see something on the ceiling!”

“WATCH OUT FOR THAT GUY ON YOUR LEFT!”

The gaming controller was not exactly scomp friendly, so Echo had been forced to take a back seat on this activity. 

“It's for the best, '' Crosshair had joked. “I always heard the Regs were terrible shots.”

“You want to test that theory out for yourself” Echo had challenged, chest puffed with pride and shoulders squared. Crosshairs smirk widened, eyebrows quirked with intrigue. 

“I’d love to-”

“No!” Hunter barked, and that had been the end of it.

Echo had resolved to make the best of a bad situation. Just because he was in the backseat didn’t mean he couldn’t be useful, right? It had begun innocently enough. He would occasionally call out something his brothers had missed or warn them of a hidden enemy. But as the session dragged on, Echo’s “help” had become marginally less helpful.

“You’re supposed to shoot those ones in the head,” Echo remarked as the ‘You Are Dead’ screen flashed up for what felt like the hundredth time this session. That simple phrase had seemingly been the last straw for Tech.

“Echo, if you do not cease your backseat gaming, I will stun you.” Tech threatened, pressing the continue button with more force than was necessary. 

“Just tryna be helpful,” Echo grumbled, slumping back against the couch.

“And while the occasional assistance is appreciated, you do not need to tell me how to play the game. I am well aware,”

“Well maybe if you played better-”

“Do not start with me, Wrecker,”

They carried on in silence for several minutes until the death screen inevitably reappeared before them.

“You didn���t shoot him in the head,”

Hunter wordlessly gripped Tech by the shoulder and shoved him firmly back down on the couch before he could reach for his blaster.

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“I told you we should’ve bought the scope,” Echo tutted as both Tech and Wrecker struggled to take down an enemy manning a turret. 

“No need,” Crosshair scoffed as a pair of long spindly legs crested over the back of the couch and shimmied between Wrecker and Tech. “Move over losers, it’s Crosshair’s time to shine,”

Cross took the controller from his brother’s hand. The room went silent as he lined up the shot…

And it erupted in raucous laughter when he promptly missed.

“Nice shot, Cross,” Wrecker cackled, wiping a tear from his eye. Crosshair scowled and Hunter quickly ripped the controller from Crosshair’s hands before he could bludgeon Wrecker with it. The sniper was fuming and resigned himself to sulking in the background for the rest of the evening, all the while muttering about poorly designed game mechanics. 

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“Hello, Beautiful,” Wrecker leaned forward towards the holoscreen. A goofy grin spread across his face and his eyes sparkled at the sight before him. Wrecker was so excited that he was practically drooling over the latest addition to the merchant’s stock: a kriffin’ rocket launcher! In Wrecker’s mind, this game just got a thousand times better. “Oh yeah! Now tha’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

“There is no room for that in our inventory,” Tech announced, quickly quelling his brother’s excitement as he resumed scrolling through the merchant’s wares for a more pragmatic purchase. 

“I’ll make room,” Wrecker moved to snatch the controller from Tech. The attempt was easily avoided; it had become such a regular occurrence during this session of gaming that Tech had begun to do it on instinct and it was beginning to get on his nerves if he was being completely honest. 

“We do not need a rocket launcher. And besides, we can’t afford it.” At 30,000 pesetas, the rocket launcher sat well out of their limited budget, and that was before the upgrades and repairs that needed to be made to their arsenal. 

“Sell some of those health sprays then,” Wrecker grumbled, still determined to get that rocket launcher. His habit for making impulse purchases was exactly why he was no longer allowed to hold the controller when they approached the merchant. “Who needs five health sprays anyway?”

“You do,” Tech stated matter-of-factly, adjusting his goggles so that he could better read the item descriptions before continuing. “Seeing as you refuse to take anything less than significant damage whenever you are in control. However I do not understand the logic behind the first aid sprays. Given the type of injuries we sustain simply spraying-”

“I do not!” Wrecker spat, ignoring Tech’s ramblings and cutting him off before he could delve any further into the medical inaccuracies of a fictional world.

“You walked into three consecutive bear traps and a tripwire on your last turn, vod,” Echo recounted. With nothing to do other than spectate, Echo began keeping track of his brothers’ fumblings, but kept them mostly to himself to avoid being stunned. 

“‘S’not my fault I couldn't see ‘em’” Wrecker grumbled. “We had to adjust the brightness so someone could see the screen.” 

“My eyesight is not to blame for your lack of skill.”

“Why you-”

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The sun had long since slipped below the horizon, and the night carries on in much the same fashion as the day, both within the Marauder as well as without. The stars shone brilliantly overhead. The night was still, the quiet punctuated only by the bickering and booming laughter that echoed against the durasteel walls from within the modified attack shuttle. 

Whenever the boys inevitably ran out of ammunition, they passed the controller to Hunter to melee’d his way through wave after wave of infected hostiles almost entirely unscathed. He managed to defeat one of the bosses armed with nothing but a hunting knife and a single green herb (Wrecker had depleted their stock of health items in record time).

“You brought a gun to a knife fight, osi’kovid,” Hunter muttered as he slashed wildly at a rather large man with a gatling gun. “Ne shab’rud’ni!”

Echo tried to cover Omega’s ears, silently cursing the fact that he only had one good hand. His Mom Mode had been thrown into overdrive.

“LANGUAGE!”

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The crew of the havoc marauder had no idea how much time had passed since they’d begun, too engrossed in the game to get up for anything more than a quick trip to the ‘fresher. 

The session however came to a very abrupt end when Hunter had finally grown so fed up with all his brothers’ bickering and threatened to fully unplug the console from the power source. Gonky honked nervously at the threat and the group sat in dead silence as Tech quickly made his way to a save point.

[spinearlapis]

A Few Hundred Years of Reports

so this is. a little random. but i was bored at work today so during lunch break i wrote. a fanfic? based off of a one off line peridot says in when it rains? Oops?

so uh. for anyone interested in peridot angst and half remembered, half assed, barely canon interpretations of events, the fic is under the cut.

Zip. Zip. Tap. … Zip. Zip. Tap. …

Peridot had been reading reports for approximately 24 hours. She had just been deployed onto Earth to prepare herself for her work on the Cluster Project. Several phases of experimentation had occurred throughout the years, and it was Peridot’s job to learn about all of them so she could know what to do and what not to do when beginning the final phase of prototypes. It was all very fascinating to her, and yet…

Zip. Zip. Tap.

She was a little bored. The machinery in the underground room hummed around her, warming the room considerably, noticeable even to a gem. The reports, displayed on a panel upon a protruding device, were important, but the most interesting thing that she ever got to read was whenever one phase of the project ended and was handed off to another set of gems. Often the change in leadership and technique lead to its fair share of glitches and, much to Peridot’s annoyance, improper filing.

Peridot would have wished for something interesting to happen, if she were not totally convinced that she was fine. This was just standard procedure, she was lucky to be a part of this project, what reason could she have to be bored, so on and so forth. Everytime she felt the grip of tedium, she reminded herself that no, she wasn’t bored, she was just focused. That was what was expected of her. She would not fail those expectations. Her fingers twitched. The next report was pulled up.

Report 136744 Log Date xxxxxx Onyx 7FG The 64th batch of artificial fusion prototypes for the cluster project have been gestating for 37 rotations. The 3rd generational experimental scan bots provided by our supervising Agates were deployed to examine their growth patterns. Subjects X8BLZ and S3FDP have exceeded expectations, and at their current rate they are expected to complete their cycle early. Subject D5HEQ has not yet bonded it's gems with the kindergarten fluid. The Howlite suspects fusing the shards of two wildly different gem types in their unformed state has caused this problem, and I agree. If it does not meet the estimated growth level by xxxxxx then we will proceed to terminate it so as not to waste resources. All other prototypes are growing as expected. Report End.

Peridot flicked her eyes up for a moment. From where she was standing, she could see every cluster prototype projected onto the walls of the room. Her eyes scanned through them and, lo and behold, there was merely a crossed out square where D5HEQ would have been. She fluttered one of her magnetic fingers to tap its spot, and text detailing its history popped up. Peridot squinted, and her visor automatically adjusted her vision to zoom into the faraway text on the wall.

A Pearl and a Topaz. Early exit failure. Cause: Incompatible gem types.

Peridot blinked. A Pearl and a Topaz? That was a bizarre choice for a fusion experiment to begin with, but Peridot's mind wandered farther. Why had a Pearl and a Topaz turn to traitors anyway? She knew pondering that question would waste precious time she could spend reading reports, but her curiosity, very briefly, overcame her. Had the Topaz owned the Pearl, and forced her to rebel with her? But why would the Topaz rebel? And a singular Topaz, too, was unusual. Using her finger to scroll further down, more information came up about the two gems.

Green Pearl, 6GP Abandoned her post by her Emerald and shared vulnerable information about the Emerald’s location to the gem rebels. Status: Captured and shattered. Topaz, 2KD Poofed her assigned fusion Topaz and attempted to use her as a bargaining chip for the gem rebellion. Status: Captured and shattered.

Peridot leaned back in surprise. So the Pearl didn’t even belong to the Topaz. The Pearl had just decided to rebel? And the Topaz had just decided to poof her own fusion partner? How could a Pearl even betray the one she was made for? Or a Topaz betray her own gem type? As those thoughts crossed her mind, Peridot shook her head. In truth, that’s what all these traitor gems did. They betrayed the ones they were made for, the Diamonds. They betrayed all of gemkind.

There was no use trying to understand their logic, they were all off colored defectives, anyway. Peridot's hands clenched in her limb enhancers. They refused to conform, so they were of no use. The magnetic fingers immediately zipped back to her hand in response to her clenched fist, surprising her. There was no point in thinking more on it. She looked back down at the panel and continued reading.

Report 136745 Log Date xxxxxxxx Onyx 7FG Subject D5HEQ has been terminated as I instructed. Howlite carried out the failed prototype and disposed of its remains in our ship so it can be harvested and repurposed. Subject X8BLZ is continuing its steady growth pattern, however S3FDP's growth sped up exponentially and it emerged far too early. When we broke open its geode its form had lost control of itself and was shrinking and expanding rapidly. It’s gem rejected the kindergarten fluid, and the fluid started to leak out of its gemstone. I have bubbled it. We do not have the current tools to examine what caused this, at least not without taking away precious time and resources from our main project. I plan to send it back to homeworld for further examination. No other events of note occurred. Report End.

On instinct, Peridot's finger flicked. The screen for S3FDP began to scroll.

A Maxixe and an Aventurine. Early exit failure. Cause: sabotage.

Peridot had only been half paying attention, not wanting to get invested again. But at the word 'sabotage' she perked up. Had something interfered with the experimentation? She looked back down at the report pulled up on her screen. She had to know. She quickly flipped through the following reports, desperate to know what had happened here.

Report 136746. A few of the prototypes were exceeding expectations. A few more were failing. Most were simply meeting.

Report 136747. Some of the exceeding prototypes emerged early and failed. Progress was halted in order to determine the cause and prevent repeats. 3rd generation scan bots were used on exceeding prototypes to determine the problem. Upon a few hours of examination, it was revealed too much kindergarten fluid was used during the gems insertion. A correspondence has begun with the assembly colony responsible for shipping the fluid here.

Report 146748. A reply from the assembly colony. Their measurements were exact. The slow prototypes were scanned. Little to no kindergarten fluid was used during their insertion. The Howlite was reprimanded for failing to properly measure the fluid. The failing gem fusions were shattered.

Report 136750.

Wait. That’s not right. Peridot went back through the files. Why did it skip a report? She bit her lip. She had already wasted so much time. She had to press on. But the missing report could have crucial information she needed to carry out her job correctly. Not to mention explain the so called sabotage. After a few moments of consideration, Peridot extended her pointer finger. The magnetic counterpoint flipped open its top, revealing a plug. Kicking open the side of the panel to reveal the delicate electronics inside, she interfaced with it. She searched through the systems memory, looking for any errors or old deleted files. She couldn’t find any Report 136749, but she found something else.

To my Onyx: I Love You.

Peridot was taken aback. Quickly scanning the file’s properties revealed that it was made around the time the missing report would have been made. The incorrect title was probably what caused it to be filed out of order. The strange, obscenely intimate title. Peridot shivered. The machinery around her hummed. She read the report.

Dear Onyx. By the time you read this I will be long gone. I know this will be hard to understand, but please try. You are the most brave, intelligent, and beautiful gem I’ve ever met. You always went against the grain, in little ways. Turning down higher priority projects just for this one, all because you wanted to? Because you were passionate? Choosing me as your partner, of all gems, all because you like me? You’re unlike any Onyx I’ve ever met. You’re unlike any gem I’ve ever met on Homeworld. But I’ve met plenty of gems like that in the rebellion.

Peridots fingers clenched. She stood up on her toes, enhancing her height as far as she could. She was reading the words of a traitor. An awful, off color traitor. Had anyone else ever read this report? Would she be punished for doing so? Her fingers clenched. She kept reading.

Please, please understand. I know that, even with how unique you are, that you are loyal beyond measure. But you are wasting your life if you keep that loyalty. The Diamonds hold no such loyalty towards us, when we are the reason their beloved empire thrives in the first place. And can you even really call it thriving when it only serves them?

Peridot felt rage build within her. How could a gem write this in earnest, much less actually believe it? The Diamonds are all powerful, all knowing, all giving beings. They are flawless, and the universe is better off because of their influence. Every gem knows this. But not defective gems such as this Howlite, evidently. Peridot shifted her stance even further.

You have to feel it too. You have to see it too. Look at what we’re doing. I knew some of these gems personally. I know it’s hard to believe, but I once considered joining their side. I only stayed out of fear of what would happen to me. And I was right to fear. Look at what we’re doing to the remains of the shattered. Look at what we’re doing to the planet they fought for! If you felt anything for me, or for any of these gems while we were working together, I know you’ll understand. This is wrong. If you leave now, you can catch up to the escape pod I’m taking from the ship. I’ll be waiting for you, and we can leave together. We can be free, be who we are, and we never have to hurt others or be hurt by others ever again. I love you.

Peridot shook. This was disgusting. This was horrific. This was the act of an insane, dangerous gem, clearly just a worthless, defective, off color-

Peridot pushed herself too far. Her limb enhancers slipped, and she crashed onto the ground in a heap of metal and limbs. For a few moments, she did not move. The hard floor and shock from falling drained the energy and anger from her. Her chin tilted upwards, trying to see the panel from her position. It was too high up now, or rather, she was too low. Immediately her emotions flared up again and she scrambled to her feet. She reached for the panel, only to realize one hand came up...short.

She flexed her fingers. Her real fingers. Her eyes followed the trail of her hand, up her arm, and then past herself, down to the ground. Her metal arm enhancer and fingers lay scattered around her.

Slowly, she turned. Slowly, she reached down and picked up the lost enhancer. Slowly, she attached it to herself. And in a snap, the metal fingers zipped back to their positions. She was fine. There was nothing wrong. She was doing her job well.

Peridot returned to the panel, deleted the file, and kept reading reports.

[twinsunstars]

Behind-the-Scenes Interviews (Part 9) *Mox, Deke, and Stak sitting together* Mox: We actually came together to one of the auditions, and they had us audition individually and then together. They ended up taking all three of us for the roles. Deke: This is our first acting jobs, and it’s exciting to be a part of this show. We often ask Omega for advice since she’s been a part of the show for so long and is a child actor just like us. The other cast members support us too. It’s a fun experience, and we’re lucky that fans are enjoying our characters. Stak: Our characters have been through quite some difficulties, and when Hunter takes us in, life gets easier. Life on Pabu is great too. Mox: This season is a wild ride, we watched the previous seasons together and were shocked with this one. Deke: We’re happy to be a part of it, and hopefully our characters can get some more character expansion.

part of my Bad Batch Season 3 Actors/Behind The Scenes Incorrect Quotes series!

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[ramblingandpie]

The First Annual Vortex Hot Wings Championship

Since Chiles and other spicy peppers aren't a big agricultural priority, it's been ages since Suvi has had something decently spicy. When The Vortex announces that they've discovered an Andromedan alternative, she jumps at the chance to joint a hot wings eating competition. Set after the game.

1448 words, rated G, Suvi Anwar/Female Ryder

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17748242

It started innocently enough, as so many things do, with an e-mail from Suvi requesting that Ryder stop by. Suvi still sent e-mails as though Ryder didn’t stop by every time she was aboard the Tempest to, if she was lucky and Suvi wasn’t in the middle of something, steal a kiss. Although they shared quarters now, they both kept unusual enough schedules that seeing each other that way was no guarantee.

Suvi held the datapad out for Ryder’s inspection. “Ryder. Can we please try to make it to this? It would mean the world to me.”

The flyer had clearly been put together by someone with no concept of design, but Ryder quickly gathered that it was some kind of eating contest. “I didn’t realize you had a competitive streak in you.”

“It’s not that,” Suvi corrected. “It’s just that even though I know they brought along the materials to grow it eventually, capsaicin isn’t a priority right now due to its low nutritional value. Researchers found a plant on Havarl that has a similar effect on humans, and found a way to distill it so that it’s only mildly toxic.”

“M-hm. So. You’re only going to poison yourself a little bit this time?”

Suvi scoffed. “Ryder, so many things we eat are poison! Capsaicin itself is very much an irritant. Botulism has medicinal applications. Don’t get me started on alcohol.”

“Okay, so you want to join this eating contest because you just want to try it? I’m pretty sure we can arrange for that any time. I am the Pathfinder, you know.”

Suvi scowled. “I don’t just want to try it, Ryder. I want to enjoy it. Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had good spicy food?” Ryder shrugged. “Not since we left the Milky Way. No, I don’t want to eat it. I want to indulge in it.”

Ryder sighed. Suvi so rarely asked for things, and this was clearly important. “We’ll be there. Go sign up.”

Suvi beamed. “Thank you, Ryder.” Ryder kissed Suvi’s forehead. Truthfully, she would do just about anything to get Suvi to smile like that.

***

The contest took place at The Vortex. The rules were simple. Nothing to drink, and they would bring out progressively spicier wings for the contestants. A large pitcher of beer and a full cup of beer were placed before each participant, and when they drank, they were out.

They started with eight people. By the third wing, half had folded. This was clearly not for amateurs.

Liam put an arm around Ryder’s shoulders, clinking his beer mug against hers. “She’s really going for it, isn’t she?” he said.

“She sure is,” Ryder replied, taking a sip of her own drink.

Suvi had not even broken a sweat, and was smiling as she graciously accepted the fourth plate. It had two wings that were coated in an unnaturally bright purple sauce. The contestant to her left took one bite and began coughing almost immediately; he chugged his beer and left the table, head hanging down in defeat. The woman to her right was beginning to sweat and turn pink.

Suvi closed her eyes and clearly savored the first bite. She finished both wings, and then licked her fingertips clean. As she waited for the next set, she gave Ryder a double thumbs-up. The bar was too loud for them to hear each other over the heckling and whooping of the crowd. They hadn’t even been able to get a spot very close to the table, as the event had turned standing room only.

Lexi sighed. She had insisted on coming along just in case the initial evaluations were incorrect about the toxicity levels. “I don’t understand it, Ryder. Alcohol, at least, I can understand. Why this?”

PeeBee shrugged. “Lighten up, Lexi. Some people just like to live dangerously. Though I’d never expect that of Miss Obsessed-With-Rocks over there.” She jerked a thumb in Suvi’s direction. “I’m just disappointed it doesn’t work on us. Anan said it just tastes like wet grass to us.” She grimaced as she said it. “Yuck.”

Ryder laughed. “If Suvi is right, we should have actual oldschool hot sauce in another two or three years, once they’re able to get a good crop of chiles grown.” The entire ride from Eos to the Nexus had involved being regaled with information about growing cycles different peppers.

“That sounds amazing,” Liam said. “I mean. Great that we have something in the meantime, but I don’t know if I could get over the color.”

There was a deep, rumbling sound from Jaal. “I have seen you eat purple foods many times, Liam.”

“But they’re not supposed to be spicy!” Liam protested. “Purple foods are sweet, like grapes and plums and Kool-Aid.”

“I think this is something about humans I will continue to not understand,” Jaal concluded.

Up at the table, the number of competitors continued to dwindle.The contest quickly came down to her and one other by the sixth plate, a clearly stubborn woman whose hair clung to her forehead from the sweat. Suvi was beginning to get a little tinge of pink to her cheeks.

They set the seventh plate down. Suvi paused and took several deep breaths. Her competitor looked at the plate, a little green at the gills.

Suvi picked up the wing, closed her eyes, and took a tentative bite just as the other woman ran from the table in the direction of the restroom.

The bar broke out in cheers and hollers so loudly that Suvi dropped the wing right back onto her plate.

“We have a winner!” Dutch announced, stepping beside her. “Suvi Anwar, your Havarl Hot Wing Champion! Suvi, stand up and greet your adoring crowd!”

She froze as if in shock. “But I-” she gulped. “I haven’t finished this plate yet. And it is really, really good!”

***

Back on the Tempest later, Suvi and Ryder managed to both have simultaneous downtime. Ryder had already told SAM to go to standby so that they could celebrate.

“I just kept trying to close my eyes so I could enjoy it and not pay attention to the others,” Suvi said. “I didn’t even mean to win.” She set the small makeshift trophy down on Ryder’s desk.

“But you did,” Ryder said. “And I hope that satisfied your craving.”

“Oh, it did!” Suvi said, a broad grin on her face. “It’s not quite the same flavor profile, but definitely hits the same points. And Dutch said he’d keep a note of the last one I had so that he can make me a batch special anytime.”

Ryder smiled. “Good. Then you’ll need to actually take some downtime in order to get them.”

Suvi blushed. “I know it’s important. I’m working on it.”

Ryder shrugged. “No worries. But come here. Let’s enjoy this moment to celebrate.”

Suvi walked over to where Ryder sat on the bed. She straddled Ryder’s lap. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Something like that,” Ryder said, and leaned forward for a deep kiss.

The next few seconds were bliss, until Ryder pulled away. “Oh my god, oh my god Suvi, I love you but I have to stop. SAM?” she called.

“What’s the matter, Ryder?” Suvi stepped away, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“Oh my god it burns. SAM, fix it. Fix it please.”

It took a brief moment for the realization of what had happened to dawn on Suvi, and in that moment, Ryder’s face went from a grimace to calm.

“Too much for you, eh, Ryder?”

Ryder’s words came out slowly and awkwardly. “Ip’th nop bunny.”

SAM began to speak from Ryder’s desk to explain. “In order to numb the heat and pain receptors, Ryder, I had to numb your entire mouth. I recommend keeping it numbed for several hours so that the reaction can run its course.”

Suvi began to laugh.

“Ip’th nop bunny!” Ryder repeated.

“It’s kind of funny,” Suvi said, as she sat next to Ryder and wrapped a hand around her waist.

Ryder leaned her head on Suvi’s shoulder. Suvi stroked Ryder’s hair. “Feels okay, now, though?”

“Yeth.”

“Good. I’m sorry I laughed.”

“Ip’th othay.” Ryder paused. “Ip ith pind ob bunny.”

Suvi giggled. “Maybe we’ll just call it an early night, then, hm? Give you a chance to heal up.”

Ryder sighed.

Suvi continued. “And. I promise that I won’t eat them unless I know you’ll be busy.”

“Pank yuu.”

“You’re welcome, love.” Suvi ran a hand through Ryder’s hair. “Besides. It’s good to know the great Pathfinder has weaknesses. Who knew you could defeat the Kett but can’t take on a plate of spice?”

[the-lucky-batch]

Ballast: I am a piñata and life is the stick that beats me

Cypher: did one of your machines explode again?

Ballast: yeah :(

Jackal, whispering to Ryder: you owe me 20 credits

Ryder, grumbling as he hands them over: I’ll win a bet some day

Jackal: keep dreamin’ princess

[microbladingnearme]

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[letsunity]

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@the-lucky-batch