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clonetrooperjournals · 1 month ago

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I hope you are having a great day today! 😊 I am so obsessed with your two fics about stuttering. You portray everything so well! I was wondering if I could request something similar with Tech and someone who struggles with putting sentences together and having smooth conversations. Thank you so much if you feel like it!

Summary : You're a field medic working with the bad batch. while working on your field guide of medicinal herbs and plants you catch the eyes of the batch's resident genius. Pairings : Tech x Fem!reader (Field medic) Warnings : reader has a stutter, fluff, slight angst, cutie tech, happy ending, pre-order 66 (before echo) Words : 1.6k masterlist here A/N : Thank you so much for this request! I was actually half way through writing this when you requested! I hope you love it these stutter reader fics are my favourite to write!

“C-Can you h-help m-me p-please?”

Tech looks up from his data pad to your burning cheeks and downward gaze with a small smile on his lips, “Of course.”

You lead him over to a large tree with high branches that had small yellow flowers gently blowing in the breeze, “I-I n-need the... the...,” you point to the flowers.

“The flowers. How many do you require?” he asks you gently.

You look up at the tree thinking, “Um... F-Five should b-b-be g-good.”

Tech throws his grappling hook over the thickest branch and then climbs up to grab a handful of the flowers. He'll never say it out loud, (but it is quite obvious to his brothers) that he enjoys helping you, and having you ask him for help. Even though you are very shy and have a rather hard stutter he finds it quite endearing and adorable.

At first when you got assigned to Clone force 99 as their field medic, he found your stutter to be quite annoying, believing that you just lacked the mental capacity to form coherent speech, and he told you so. The boys chewed him out for that one telling him that it wasn’t your fault that you talk the way you do and that if he paid close attention, he would see how incredibly intelligent you are. He did pay attention after that, and he did find that you were in fact, incredibly smart.

You were creating your own medicinal herb kit from the plants and flowers found on the planets they visited and writing a field book on all your findings and how to use them in an emergency. Tech then became intrigued by you and your work, apologizing for his first impression of you. You accepted his apology and told him that before you joined the GAR you were a herb healer on your home planet, and you wanted to expand and share your knowledge which is why you joined the army. It gave you the ability to treat people and being a field medic let you go to different planets and explore the flower and fauna for your medical research.

Most people thought you were really weird, walking around with your large toolbox you used to collect samples, flowers braided in your hair and your shy stuttering demeanor, you couldn’t really blame them. The batch thought you fit in really well with their crazy dynamic saying they needed a quiet one that wasn’t brooding or grumpy like Hunter and Crosshair.

The boys also noticed how since Tech has gotten closer to you, he has developed a crush on you. He's become more patient and understanding, always letting you speak without judging or would help you finish your thought. He helped you with your research and would seek you out for quiet company when his brothers were becoming too much. Hunter can sense that you two have feelings for each other and has tried to say this to Tech, but he doesn’t listen, saying it's impossible for someone as perfect as you to like him back.

“Here you go. Is there anything else in this region that you require for your research?” Tech asks you while giving you the flowers.

You shake your head, “N-no. J-Just these.”

He looks at the yellow flowers in your hand, “and what medicinal properties do these flowers have?”

“T-Thier called s-s-star f-flowers. W-When m-m-mashed into a p-p-paste, i-it can t-t-treat b-burns,” you explain with a smile.

“Time to go you two!” Hunter yells from the ship. You gather up all your supplies and the two of you head back to the marauder. Once back inside you head to your bunk and lay out all your stuff to make the paste while Tech pilots the ship.

Hunter and Crosshair sit in their bunks quietly watching you while you do your work. Your used to the boys coming and seeing what you're doing or offering to help. You put the flowers in a small bowl and grab your mashing tool, then mash the flowers until it looks like a bright yellow paste. You dip your finger in to make sure it’s the right consistency and then get up and walk over to Crosshair.

He raises a brow at you confused as you grab his wrist pulling his blacks back revealing the burn that he was trying to hide from you and gently rub the yellow paste over the burn then wrap it up. If anyone else would have touched Crosshair without his permission, they would have a broken nose, but Crosshair knew you, and knew you did everything with pure innocent intentions.

He scoffed avoiding your gaze, “no point trying to hide anything from you is there petals?”

You giggle at the nickname, “t-that's r-r-right.”

He shows you a rare smile and you pat his shoulder and head back to your bunk. You start to clean out your tool kit, reorganizing the mess you made while you were cataloging, while also sneakily peeking to see if Tech would come and join you. He usually found his way over to you eventually saying that he was the best person to assist you. You smile to yourself thinking about the adorable genius that you’ve come to love, sure he’s straightforward and brutally honest but you’ve come to admire those qualities in him, even if he offends you half the time you know he’s not doing on purpose, it’s just how his wonderful mind works.

Hunter sees you smiling to yourself and chuckles, “You ever gonna confess to him or do we have to continue watching the two of you pine over each other?”

Your eyes go wide and cheeks start to burn, “I-I d-don't know what... what y-y-ou're talking ab-bout.”

“Sure you don’t,” Crosshair crosses his arms looking between you and the cockpit, “apparently the two smartest people on the ship are really the dumbest.”

“Crosshair...” Hunter warns.

Tech leaves the cockpit to join the three of you, “Oh! Did you need any assistance with your cataloging? I am momentarily free...”

“S-Sure Tech.” Hunter grins at you heading to cockpit with Wrecker while Crosshair lies in his bunk looking at his bandaged wrist with a soft look.

...

Currently you and the batch were on Raydonia, a forested planet in the outer rim near Dathomir. Something was malfunctioning on the ship and Tech had to land so he could repair it before you all headed back to Kamino. You had heard about the trees on this planet that had blue glowing fruit, and you had to collect some. Tech and Wrecker were working on the ship while Hunter and Crosshair went to check out the settlement and you figured you could sneak away to collect some of the fruits before anyone realized you were gone. So, you grabbed your supplies and headed into the forest by the ship staying within view so you don't get lost.

You find a tall tree with large fruits that would be perfect for your studies. After trying to shake the fruits from the tree with no success you decided to climb it, thinking you could just slide down the tree afterwards. However, once you were in the tree with a handful of the fruits you realized that you couldn’t get down without dropping and squishing them and it was in this moment that Tech jogged over slightly frazzled.

“What have we told you about going off on your own?”

You blushed, “S-Sorry T-Tech... I w-was j-j-just...”

He sighed, “yes you were trying to collect the fruit but next time inform one of us so that we can assist you and more importantly keep you safe.”

“O-Okay.” You glanced down at Tech with a warm rosy cheeked smile, making his heart flutter.

“Can I assist you?” he asks gently.

You nod, “T-Take the... f-fruit p-p-please.” Then you throw the glowing fruit down, Tech catching them with ease. He puts them in your toolbox and turns back to you as you start to climb down the tree. Except what should be a simple slide down the tree doesn’t happen when instead, your foot gets caught on a lower branch and you fumble, falling hard and fast towards the ground. You close your eyes expecting a hard landing but instead you feel warm arms and hard plastoid envelope you as Tech catches you bridal style before you can hit the ground.

“That was close.” He says looking you over to make sure you were okay. You were frozen in his arms blushing uncontrollably as Tech admires how beautiful you are. The red of your cheeks, the small pink flowers you braided into your hair, and your favourite coveralls that you hand embroidered with colourful flowers, you looked like a walking garden, kriff he was so in love with you.

You put your feet down, but Tech doesn’t let you go still holding your arms, “T-Thank... you T-Tech.”

“Forgive me but I have to speak my mind about something I-,” he brushes a stray hair behind your ear, “I have developed feelings for you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “w-what!?”

“I-I’m quite in l-love with you...” he admits nervously, his cheeks just as bright as yours.

You smile at him giggling, “y-you’re s-stuttering.”

He laughs, “I-I am, aren’t I...”

You put a hand on his cheek feeling the burning blush under your fingers, “I-I love... you t-t-too.”

“May I... kiss you?” he asks timidly.

Leaning in you feel his breath mix with yours, “y-yes please.”

The kiss is gentle and shy just like the both of you, and as you pull away you see his eyes twinkle under his goggles.

“Finally! I thought we’d have to wait at least another 200 rotations before they said anything.”

Tech sighs, “Crosshair!”

You laugh and grab his hand, “L-Lets go... f-finish the sh-ship.”

He leans in and kisses your cheek, “Good idea my dear.”

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fanfic-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Well...That Esclated Quickly

Here is another idea that came to me during my walk to work. I want you to know, though it goes in a humorous direction it really is not a full fix-it.

When Order 66 went live, some of the chips did not activate. There is no rhyme nor reason as to which chips activate and which did not. Not a huge amount compared to the whole, but some. Enough that a few hundred Jedi and a Few thousand Clones regroup in the aftermath.

While you can fill in most of the blanks the following are included in my idea

Obi Wan Kenobi and a company’s worth of 212th clones, including Cody: Obi Wan was still shot off the cliff, to the horrified eyes of the still free clones. The still free clones don't have enough numbers to take on their brethren who appear to have gone insane, but do have enough to steal one of the midsized transport ships, one capable of hyperspace flight. They reluctantly allow Obi Wan to go to Coruscant on his own, with the rationale that one person can sneak to the surface much easier than a whole company, while the clones establish a regroup point. From there Obi Wan goes on the Mustafar, which ends as it did in canon. Obi Wan brings Padme to the transport ship where she still dies of complications of her pregnancy

Fox, Hound, a dozen other members of the CG, and the Younglings: Fox and the few members of the CG that were unaffected by O66 raced to beat the 501st to the Temple. They made it just a few minutes before their enslaved brothers. Just barely in time to evacuate the children in the creche with the help (and insistent sacrifice) of the adult Jedi. While there were a few Creche Masters evacuated with the children, it was now basically just Fox and his CG functionally in charge of baby Jedi ranging from Babies to Pre teens. They connect with remains of the 212th before the events of Mustafar.

Yoda, who did still have to kill his commander in order to escape, but was able to bring a few clones with him. They still end up being collected by Bail Organa.

Ahsoka, Rex, Jesse and a portion of the maintenance team for their battalion: They do not meet up with the rest for quite some time (at least three years). Rex’s chip did activate but he was able to get Ahsoka the message about Fives. After Rex is freed they find Jesse and the other free clones (soft shells all) looking on in horror at their controlled brethren. With the help of the maintenance team they are able to escape from the ship without freeing Maul or crashing into the moon. By the time they are able to look past the immediate situation, the Temple is already burning and it has been announced that the Jedi are traitors. These 25 or so go to ground in Mandalorian space and try to figure out how to free the clones from the chips (beyond surgery which really does not work with the numbers they have to deal with). They do not realize anyone else has survived.

Aayla survived, due to one of the clones (not Bly) pushing her out of the way and sacrificing his life for her. Bly’s chip does work. She escapes with two dozen free clones and six chipped clones tied up in the back (Including Bly, even the clones agree they cannot save everyone and hopefully it means that they can figure out what is going wrong).

Shaak Ti, 10 Veteran clones, 40 ‘Shinies’, 300 child and teenage cadets, three junior Kaminoan Scientists (not Nala Se) none of which knew about the chip or Order 66, and Omega. Shaak Ti had been working with a few Kaminoan Scientists to see the clones as sentients in their own right and the reactions of the clones under the chip's control horrified a few of those scientists. Between them and Omega, who had been paying attention and used this as a chance to escape the lab (the Bad Batch being off planet at the time) they were able to evacuate anyone not under the control of the chip.

All of these people (Barring Ahsoka and Co) converge on the ship that had been stolen by the free 212th clones. Had less children survived (about a third of the living Jedi are children under the age of 11, plus the cadets) they all would likely have split into small groups and made their own way through the galaxy. But there was just no way to break into small enough groups to be safe AND still make sure the children (and to some extent the Shinies) were taken care of. They were also too large a group to go anywhere in the Republic, or even anywhere in Mandalorian space (There were an awful lot of uninhabited planets in the galaxy but most were uninhabited for a reason). Thus there was only one thing they could do.

Take over the Hutt Empire.

To be fair the take over part did start out accidentally. The actual goal was to find a place to lay low in the Hutt Empire, possibly the only place Palpatine’s Empire could not reach quite yet(at least until Palpatine solidified his rule).

So they found a planet within the Hutt Empire to lay low on, While Bail Organa left to begin planting the seeds for the rebellion (No Leia as the twins were not being split up). As much as I want it to be Tattoine, it just has too small a population to not have a couple of thousand people (Most of whom hide their very distinctive faces) showing not be noticeable. So they choose a planet with a higher population.

This is where the trouble began. All of our adults are deeply traumatized, trained warriors who are not used to sitting by, universally feeling useless. They are facing an insurmountable task, still mostly directionless, and deeply angry at life.

It starts with the local Hutt’s minions trying to shake down some newcomers, who were not looking for a target to vent their spleen but found one just the same. It does not end well for the minions. Nor the next six attempts, with different groups of Clones and Jedi each time. No one has told Command yet, but they look at each other and ‘shit we can’t keep drawing attention to ourselves but we can’t leave either’

The solution (Commander Cody himself would like to reiterate this was not the correct solution)? Take out the Hutt. Then they realize that taking out the Hutt has just drawn more attention to this city as the other Hutts for the planet try to figure out who took out this one.

The next Solution? Take out the rest of the Hutts on the planet.

They have now drawn even more attention to the planet from yet more Hutts. This is the one thing that is critical they do not have.

The next Solution? Try three to make this plan work (Commander Cody reminds you that trying the same thing over and over again, hoping for different results, is the definition of insanity) and take out the Hutts looking for answers.

By the time that these small groups have admitted to Command (Obi Wan, Cody, Yoda, Shaak Ti, Fox) what is going on, a few months later, they have accidentally taken over the Hutt Empire.

The Hutt Empire that is still nominally allied with Palpatine’s Empire. The Hutt Empire that has to stay allied to Palpatine’s Empire if they do not want to draw the attention of the entire Imperial Forces to the largest concentration of living Jedi and free Clones in the galaxy. The Hutt Empire that no longer has any active Hutts.

In this the human centric leaning of Palpatine’s Empire is actually helpful. They very rarely wanted to deal with other species, so it was easy to appoint someone unknown but human to deal with the com calls and visits. It does mean that they have to make up a Hutt that they essentially have to play ‘Weekend at Bernie’s’ with, a couple of times a year when a representative insists on meeting with the Hutt in charge.

Also the fact that Palpatine’s Empire is more interested in enslaving their own citizens for free as opposed to buying them from the Hutts means that they can shut down the slave trade within Hutt Space (over time). Fox both loves and hates running a criminal empire.

It should be noted that, even with Bly and the five other chipped clones, no one actually knows what is going on until Rex and Co find their way back to them. We are going with the thought that a level 5 atomic scan is a ludicrously high level of scanning. Like sitting on a Nuclear Reactor to get an X-Ray kind of ludicrous, so not only does no one think to do that level of scanning to see what is wrong, but they do not even have that kind of equipment readily available. The reports about Fives from Rex never made it to any kind of centralized repository, there is no way to know why most clones suddenly started to kill Jedi. Bly and Co spend the three years before Rex shows up in a makeshift brig, they can function almost normally until a Jedi is brought up or in the room with them.

Bail laughs his ass off when he is told, through several intermediaries and coded messages, that the Jedi and the Clones accidentally took over a criminal empire. Then he starts funneling the Path and the people his rebellion are rescuing into Hutt Space to find the Jedi.

Three years in Rex, Ahsoka, the clones with them (now having grown to nearly another thousand) arrive with the news that they can disable the chips from a distance of about a large cruiser.

That is how the Hutt Empire became freedom fighters.

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sergeantgoggles · 9 months ago

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Lemon Yellow - poly batch <3

Whew. Anon, you really know how to pick 'em.

3800+ words later....

Tags/TW: Polybatch, Emotionally Intelligent Wrecker, Poly Negotiations, Pre-Order 66, Body Dysmorphia, Slightly Graphic Depictions of Cybernetics and Skin, Depression, Trauma, Nightmares, Echo Crying, Mentions of Former Poly Torrent Company (Rex/Fives/Echo/Jesse/Kix/Hardcase/Tup/Dogma), Grief/Loss, Neurodivergent Tech, Implied Neurodivergent Hunter, Happy Ending on Pabu, 10 Years later, Gay Old Men, Canon Compliant Hand Loss for Crosshair, Tech was CX-2, Batcher and Teenage Omega

Lemon Yellow: How does the first kiss go? (+2 Bonus kisses)

“I saw you and Hunter the other night,” Echo mentioned casually as he handed Tech a spanner wrench. He watched as Tech give him a quick, unconcerned look and went about his business.

“We are in an established relationship,” he replied matter-of-factly, as though it should have been common knowledge that Echo could have simply looked up on the comm chatter.

Echo was new to Clone Force 99. It wasn’t his place to judge them for anything, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t also been in a relationship with another clone or experimented with one before. Still, he chose his next words carefully, afraid that he might know too much now.

“…I also saw him with Crosshair this morning.”

That did give Tech pause, and he sighed with a bit of exasperation. “Look, Echo, I do not know how to tell you this gently, so I will simply be upfront with you. The truth is that the four of us, Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, and myself, are in a polyamorous relationship.”

Echo let the words sink in. He knew what they meant, and he knew sort of how it worked. Torrent Company worked similarly. There were obvious pairs, like himself and Fives, and Jesse and Kix, but they were sort of just, all together, the eight of them. So, the four members of the Bad Batch being in such a relationship wasn’t something that Echo was necessarily new to, but…

“You seem perplexed by this,” Tech teased lightly as he set the spanner wrench aside for now. “Perhaps if I explain—”

“No, no, that’s not it. I know what it is,” Echo defended. “I guess I just didn’t think that that sort of relationship was a clone thing.”

“As opposed to what?” Tech inquired with interest.

If nothing else, Tech was at least treating it delicately, if not forwardly. Echo appreciated that he didn’t try to sugarcoat it for him. He knew it was a little…weird…to explain to some people. Even some people in the GAR had a hard time wrapping their heads around it, so it was always more simple to tell people he was with Fives, instead of having six other boyfriends.

“My old squad…”

“The five hundred and first?”

“Yeah, Torrent Company specifically, we were…you know.”

Tech seemed to brighten at that, but why, Echo could only speculate. Maybe he was just happy that he didn’t have to keep sneaking around anymore, but to be honest, it sort of made Echo feel left out. For now, he swept the idea under the rug.

“I see. Do you miss that sort of dynamic?”

Echo pretended to think about it, but the reality was yeah, he really did. He hardly gave his remaining squad a chance to make him feel welcomed back, afraid of what they would think of him, maybe. Even he didn’t know some days, but he knew that this was where he needed to be, at least for now.

“Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss flopping onto a rack after hitting the showers and there would just be someone there to keep me company,” Echo sighed.

Tech had a curious look in his eyes as he adjusted his goggles. It was obvious that he was thinking hard about something from the way he nibbled on the pout of his bottom lip, and Echo couldn’t help the intrusive thought.

‘He’s so cute.’

With barely even a second to process the thought, Echo’s eyes flew open wide as Tech’s lips connected with his. Immediately, his cheeks darkened, but he settled quickly into the kiss. Tech’s lips were softer than he’d imagined they would be, not that he made a habit of imagining his lips, but sometimes…

Echo hadn’t expected it to go much further, but Tech’s fingers brushed his cheek, fleeting and soft, gloved hand coated in a sheen of grease from the Marauder catching on the stubble that had grown in. He sighed, giving in to feeling someone else’s lips for the first time since—

Fives. The first time since Fives.

Abruptly, Echo leaned away, eyes conflicted as he turned his gaze away from Tech’s imploring look.

“I…am sorry for assuming that you would—”

Echo quickly shook his head. “It’s not that. I liked it, a lot.”

It was as though Echo could feel the heat and hurt radiating from Tech’s stare, and he forced himself to look at him, even though all he really wanted in that moment was to forget the pain of Fives being gone and for Tech to kiss him again. “I’m sorry, Tech. I just…haven’t kissed anyone in a long time. It took me by surprise.”

Tech pondered his words, then, “did I misunderstand?”

This was getting complicated. “No, actually, I want to kiss you again, but I don’t know where the others stand, and I don’t want to come between anyone. That’s not how a polycule works.”

“Ah, I see,” Tech seemed to ease up a little after that and sat back to work on the ship again. “If that is your concern, then I will talk to the others. You are right, it should be discussed.”

Echo smiled and touched the greasy streak on his cheek fondly before he stood. Giddiness coursed through him, but he was also nervous about what was to come. All he could do was hope for the best. In the meantime, he needed to sort out his feelings about Fives, as well as those that remained in his previous situationship. There were a lot of factors to consider, but maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Besides, kissing Tech again would definitely be on the top of his list to do again as soon as possible.

“WHAT?”

“Stop that,” Tech scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This hardly warrants that kind of reaction.”

“You should have come to us first,” Hunter sighed, but he was far less condescending than Wrecker’s outburst had been.

“As if you’re actually bothered by it,” Crosshair quipped as he cleaned the barrel of his rifle. “You’ve been looking Echo up and down since he first stepped onto the Marauder.”

Tech looked between them with a smirk as Hunter’s cheeks lit up.

“WHAT?” Wrecker boomed again.

“Enough,” Crosshair drawled in his direction. “We’ve all thought about it. You’re just mad that Tech made the first move.”

“You’re not mad about it?” Hunter asked and kicked his legs up on Crosshair’s lap. There was a sneer on Crosshair’s lips that said he wanted to knock them off, but he didn’t, instead continuing to detail his weapon.

“No,” he answered, and his eyes flicked to Tech’s, “but I want to know what Echo tastes like.” The suggestive tone didn’t go unnoticed, and Tech appropriately blushed as Crosshair licked his lips. “Why kiss me when you could just go kiss him yourself?”

Setting his rifle aside, Crosshair hummed. “You’re right.”

He stood, now knocking Hunter’s feet off his lap with a smack, and he leaned over the pilot’s seat to steal a less heated kiss from Tech’s lips. “Good thinking, Ace.”

“Hey, that’s my nickname for him,” Hunter pouted.

Tech’s flush darkened further as he was fought over, but the argument died when Crosshair kissed Hunter on his way out of the cockpit.

“Heard you had a run in with Tech.”

Echo looked up from where he was swinging from the sling strung up by the gunner’s mount, setting his datapad aside. “If you mean he kissed me, yeah. Didn’t get him in trouble, did it?”

Crosshair chuckled and crossed his arms. “Not especially, but it took us by surprise.”

“Why’s that?” Echo inquired, eyes curious as he took in Crosshair’s relaxed posture.

“Well, Tech usually isn’t the type to make the first move, even with us,” he explained, and Echo could feel the heat starting to rise in his cheeks. “You must really wind him up.”

As Crosshair leaned into his space, Echo found himself shifting to meet him. “Only him? Or can I get a rise out of you, too?”

There was barely a beat between them before Crosshair ghosted his lips over Echo’s, and they were gone as fast as they came. Echo chased them, but Crosshair was quicker. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Crosshair asked, eyes darting over Echo’s parted lips.

Echo faltered and leaned back into his sling. Was he okay with this? He had told Tech that he needed space to think, but was that only an excuse to make him talk to the others? Sighing, Echo shook his head. It wasn’t fair to leave Crosshair hanging.

“Hn, so you do have some baggage,” the sniper stood, giving Echo some breathing room.

“I haven’t kissed anyone since my last squad,” Echo defended with a scowl.

Crosshair quirked an eyebrow. “You kissed Tech.”

“And I told him the same thing,” Echo shot back, “and he kissed me, for the record.”

This was getting nowhere fast, and Crosshair seemed to see the same thing. Quietly, he stepped back and crossed his arms again, effectively shielding himself from whatever feelings he was keeping locked away. Inwardly, Echo winced. He hadn’t meant to come off like he was rejecting him, or any of them, for that matter.

“Crosshair, I—”

“It’s fine,” he clipped coolly, “but don’t make a habit of kissing my partners if you can’t get yourself sorted.”

Echo bristled, but averted his eyes, staring a hole into the side of the ship. Maybe he hoped it would swallow him up and he wouldn’t have to confront his feelings yet. That sounded nice. He heard Crosshair’s footfalls and listened as they grew distance, disappearing once again into the cockpit, seemingly to tell the others about being turned down.

Frustrated, Echo slipped his legs up into his sling and turned onto his side, facing away from where the others were gathered. Maybe this had been a mistake after all. He should call Rex and rendezvous with him. At least Rex still wanted him, and Jesse and Kix were still there to keep him from running away with his thoughts.

Hardcase had sacrificed himself.

Dogma was arrested.

Tup had suffered and died from what was being reported as a ‘mental relapse.’

…Fives was shot and killed for knowing too much.

How was he supposed to just pretend like each and every loss didn’t feel like a gaping hole being scraped out of his chest?

“Echo…? Echo?”

A large hand shook his shoulder, startling him awake. The jolt as he sat up nearly tipped the sling, but a body beside him kept it from dumping him onto the durasteel floor.

“Wrecker?” Echo questioned, his own voice unrecognizable to him. He lifted his flesh hand to his cheek and frowned when he felt the dampness of hot tears on his fingers. Damn it. “Sorry,” he continued, shame coloring his features. It wasn’t uncommon for soldiers to cry in their sleep, though the nightmares were more common with shinies. He was usually better at hiding it, though. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Wrecker fidgeted but made no move to go back to his rack. Worry was etched into his scarred face, and Echo didn’t have the temperament to be gentle about it.

“I said don’t—”

“Yeah, I heard you,” Wrecker murmured, “but I don’t believe you.”

Echo huffed and curled his cybernetic knees up to his chest. It was weird to try and hug them close. Metal dug into his skin, and it was uncomfortable to try and lay his forehead on top of the joints. More tears pooled in his eyes. Damn the Techno Union for saving him. He should have been left to die, march on like the rest of the Dominoes, like most of his partners…

Not be held together by fused skin and whirring parts like the monster that he is.

The sob that left him was quiet, but he might as well have been screaming the way Wrecker wrapped his arms around him and softly quieted his wails. It was weird, the way he could feel the ports in his head sinking into Wrecker’s chest, how tenderly Wrecker’s thumb grazed the skin where his scomp was connected to. Weird, but Wrecker held him like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

“…You don’t have to,” Echo sniffed. “I know what I am.”

Wrecker frowned. “I don’t. What do you think you are?”

Echo could have actually screamed. “I’m a freak, Wrecker. I’m more droid than human. I shouldn’t even be alive.”

His words must have struck something deep, because Wrecker sat back enough to grip Echo’s chin and gently force their gazes to meet. There was a softness in his eyes that wasn’t pity, though there was a bit of that despite how much he’d tried to keep it at bay, but understanding and compassion. Their noses brushed, and Echo let him press their lips together, firm, but chaste, with no hidden motives, the kind of kiss that was reassuring and grounding. It was the kind of kiss that reminded Echo of Hardcase after a mission with heavy casualties, kissing all of them and remining them that they’re all okay, they all made it. It was the kind of kiss that Echo gave Tup when he got into it with Dogma, promising him that they would make up and things would be okay.

It was the kind of kiss that Fives gave him their first night in the five hundred and first barracks, after they were extracted from Rishi, when they didn’t have any answers, but they had one another, and that was enough.

“We all have scars,” Wrecker whispered against his lips. “Some are small and hidden, and sometimes they’re big and obvious, but it’s how you wear them that makes the difference. For what it’s worth, I think yours are beautiful.”

Echo gasped, lip trembling slightly. It was the only time someone looked at him and thought that what was left of him was beautiful. No, not what was left, what he was. Wrecker thought he was beautiful as he was, even with the inconvenience of being mostly machine. It felt…well, it felt really nice to be thought of that way, even if he didn’t see it. So, he said the only thing he could in response and kissed him again.

“Thank you.’

Stars hung in the black sky and the moons of Pantora were high in the sky when Echo heard someone emerge from the racks. Normally, he wouldn’t pay any mind to it. It was likely Tech pattering around because he couldn’t turn his brain off. So, he continued to stare out the window from the co-pilot’s seat. That seemed to be where he fit in the best, and he and Tech worked well together.

He wasn’t expecting the glide of a bare hand on the back of his neck, massaging gently. Turning his head, surprise caught his features. “Hunter?”

“I wanted to apologize about earlier,” the sergeant said and took up Tech’s seat. “We should have been open about the nature of our relationship, and Crosshair had no right to kick you out because he wanted some action.”

Echo sighed. He’d almost successfully forgotten why he hadn’t been asleep in his sling between Tech and Wrecker’s racks. Crosshair had exiled him to the cockpit if he didn’t want to join in…activities. To Echo’s credit, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to participate, but having group sex was a hell of a first time with a new body, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for all that yet. Instead of torturing himself by staying to watch, he’d voluntarily left. Had he really been gone that long?

Judging by the way Hunter’s hair was mussed and the vaguely dark marks on his neck, he was certain that if nothing else, Hunter had gotten to partake in some activities.

“It’s fine,” Echo told a half truth. It was, to an extent, but he wished he had been brave enough to join them.

Hunter nodded, wringing his hands together. A nervous thing, Echo noticed. He was like Tech in a way, needing something to occupy his hands most of the time. It wasn’t as severe as Tech’s compulsions, but it was enough to draw Echo’s attention. Carefully, Echo reached over and took on of Hunter’s hands in his own. Immediately, Hunter latched onto it, tracing the lines of his fingers, pressing lightly on his palm, no doubt feeling his heartbeat through his veins. It seemed to calm him, though, and Echo smiled.

“I…understand why you didn’t want to join,” Hunter started, “but you should know that your cybernetic parts don’t bother us, and that despite our own feelings, we respect that you still have feelings for your old squad.”

Echo’s eyes softened. They really had been talking about him, but it wasn’t in the way that he’d thought they were. Not that he thought they were those kinds of people, but he had been so down on himself…it was easier to put the blame on someone else than face himself.

“Most of my old squad is gone,” Echo said aloud, maybe for the first time since he’d boarded the Marauder, “and the ones that remain…well, two of them were already together when we formed the polycule.”

“So, you were left out,” Hunter finished.

“Not really,” Echo shook his head. “They wanted to try…but I’m not the same as I was then, and I didn’t give them the chance to know me as I am now.”

Hunter hummed, still lazily outlining Echo’s fingers as though he were committing the way they felt to memory. “What about us? Think we might have a shot?”

A beat of silence fell between them as Echo considered the question. Was that what he wanted, to be part of another polycule? He certainly hadn’t wanted to assume that they wanted him in that capacity, but the last few days have proved that, if anything, they were willing to try. All of the pieces were there, most of them already put together, all that was missing was the final piece.

Hunter lifted Echo’s hands to his lips and kissed it, careful and deliberate. “You don’t have to give us an answer right now, but the offer is on the table. All you have to do is take it.”

He stood, letting Echo retract his hand, and winked before returning to the rest of his squad, of his polycule, the polycule they all wanted Echo to be a part of. Echo watched his retreating back for a few seconds before he stood abruptly.

“Hunter?”

Yes, he wanted to be a part of this, of them. He wanted someone to love, and for someone to love him, and he was going to find it here, with the Bad Batch.

Hunter turned just as Echo closed the gap between them, kissing him with so much need and longing that it took Hunter’s breath away, and he backed himself up against the console to steady the both of them. Hot, open-mouthed kisses left Echo gasping, and his hand shook as he tangled his fingers into Hunter’s hair, pulling him closer, flush to the line of his body.

It was only the soft clearing of someone’s throat that forced them apart and left them panting for breath. Echo blushed a beautiful shade of red as Tech watched them sheepishly.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Hunter teased.

“That is a shame,” Tech said with a small, crooked smile. “I was rather enjoying the show.”

“Then you shouldn’t have interrupted,” Echo smirked as Tech crowded into his space. This time, Echo was ready and kissed him with as much passion as he had Hunter. Tech became weak at his knees, forcing Hunter to hold him up, and Echo quickly decided that he could get used to this.

It wasn’t the same as being with the five hundred and first, but Echo didn’t want it to be. He would always love his former squads, but this new one wasn’t half bad. He hoped they would be around for a long time.

10 YEARS LATER

Waves crashed on the beach, shifting the sands below. Over time, Echo knew that this place would eventually change. Erosion would claim it, or nature would, but in this moment, it would always remain as it was.

Beside him, Crosshair sat amongst the grain. He didn’t complain about sand getting everywhere anymore, even when it got caught in his cybernetic hand. Next to him, Wrecker slept, head on Crosshair’s shoulder, not so much as budging when the waves licked his toes. Their hands were entwined, soft and familiar, and Crosshair idly stroked it with his thumb as he watched the sun begin its descent into the sea.

Out in the water, Tech watched the horizon as though he were looking for something. Echo could tell he was talking but couldn’t make out what he was saying over the waves. Hunter, though, hugged him from behind and nodded along to whatever Tech told him, and took every opportunity to kiss his cheek, his neck, anywhere he could reach. Never again would Hunter let Tech out of his sight, or go where he couldn’t follow, not after Eriadu and Tantiss.

It took them a long time, but finally, they were all where they were meant to be, together.

Something broke over the horizon, and Echo grinned as Tech waved to those who were waiting on the shore. Crosshair nudged Wrecker awake, but the way that Wrecker was on his feet and waving in an instant, no one would have ever known if not for the drool on his chin. As a ship sped into the cove nearby, Tech and Hunter trudged back through the water and waited patiently for the ship’s captain to emerge.

“Hey! I’m back!”

Omega waved as she ran across the beach to them, beaming proudly as Batcher trailed behind her. No longer did Echo have to kneel to be on her level, and she easily leapt into his arms, still not quite tall enough to keep her feet on the ground. Echo caught her easily and hugged her tightly. This was her first solo flight, to Lothal to bring supplies to a small rebel cell and back, and as far as he could tell, she had been successful. They had known that they couldn’t keep her out of the fight forever, even though they’d all wished they’d had a little more time with her. After all, Omega wasn’t just their sister, but their kid. They raised her.

“Welcome home, Havoc 5,” Echo murmured as he set her back onto her feet.

Omega smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. That…was new, not unwelcomed, but definitely new.

“It’s good to be home.”

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #clone/clone #the bad batch #clonecest #polybatch #color prompts: cloneshipping edition #please heed the tags above

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leapingbadger · 7 months ago

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Story Index

Thanks so much for checking out my blog!

I currently write exclusively Bad Batch and CodyWan Fanfiction. That might change in the future but that’s where my brain is right now.

Below is a snapshot, for my full works please visit my AO3 page.

I hope you enjoy and thanks again for stopping by!

The Bad Batch – Pre Echo

Cadets – Young Hunter struggles with his enhancements during an off-world war game the results of which could have a scary outcome. (Read on AO3)

The First Mission - As Clone Force 99 prepare for their first mission, Hunter struggles with his promotion to Sergeant and the changes their new life will bring. (Read on AO3)

Boom! – On an early mission The Batch are diverted from Kamino to help the Regs, with potentially deadly consequences. This is a multiple chapter project. Not finished yet. Chapters 10/? (Read on AO3)

Fallible - Hunter tries to help Tech process a mistake that he struggles to let go of. (Read on AO3)

The Bad Batch – Post Echo – Pre Omega

One of Us – The Batch help welcome Echo with his new armor. (Read on AO3)

Welcome Home – Echo has only been the Batch for a short time. Hunter tries to understand his new squad member. (Read on AO3)

Confined - The Batch are grounded on Kamino but are unsure why. Takes place after Echo joins but before they meet Omega. (Read it on AO3)

The Bad Batch – Season 1

Repercussions (an Aftermath AU) – The galaxy changes quickly in the midst of Order 66. A young Jedi, desperate and afraid stands on the precipice. Seargeant Hunter of Clone Force 99 desperately tries to save young Caleb Dume from the rest of the GAR and his brother, Crosshair. Caleb agrees to flee Kaller with Hunter and his brothers but in the process, they must navigate fear, loyalty, desperation and doubt. Will they be able to survive and stay together within this new Empire? Only time will tell. CH 11/11 (Read on AO3)

Missing - Set after the events of Season 1, Episode 9. Hunter deals with the squad’s confrontation with Crosshair on Bracca. (Read it on AO3)

The Bad Batch - Season 2

Delivery - While on the famous Nerf Nugget delivery for Cid, Hunter and Echo clash over their philosophies and future plans. (Read on AO3)

Interrogation – Written as part of the Great Galactic Gift Exchange 2024. Tech asks Hunter for some advice about Phee. (Read on AO3)

The Bad Batch - Season 3

From Eriadu - The Batch deal with the immediate aftermath from the mission to Eriadu. (Read on AO3)

The Dark – Crosshair deals with his choices while in custody. (Read on AO3)

Amends - Takes place after the season 3 episode “The Return”. Hunter and Crosshair trust each other again and are on their way to a reconciliation, but they still need to communicate. That’s where Wrecker comes in. (Read on AO3)

Gone. Again – Taking place during the events of Season 3, Episode 11: Point of No Return; Hunter tires to catch up with Omega and Crosshair and wrestle with their precarious situation. (Read on AO3)

The Failure - Taking place during the events of Season 3, Episode 11: Point of No Return; Crosshair tries to come to terms with his failure to protect Omega and is heartbroken by the toll the loss has on his brothers. (Read on AO3)

The Bad Batch – Post Season 3 - Pabu Adventures

The Light – A few months after Tantis and Hunter is dealing with PTSD and nightmares. (Read on AO3)

Sunrise - 5 months since the events on Tantis. Hunter realizes there is more to his enhanced senses than he thought and gets a visit from someone he thought was gone. (Read on AO3)

The Phantom - Six months after Tantiss and Crosshair still struggles with nightmares. Hunter tries to help Brother through his biggest hurt. (Read on AO3)

The Melody – Hunter helps Omega after a nightmare. (Read on AO3)

Tested – Hunter joins Rex on a mission and meets some unexpected acquaintances. (Read on AO3)

Goodbye – Hunter has recently learned that he can sense Tech’s ghost and has shared that information with his family. Omega comes to terms with Tech’s death with the help of her brother. (Read on AO3)

Unconditional Love – My Entry for Pabu’s Festival of Love 2025. Hunter helps Omega with her love day gifts and ends up giving her a gift of her own. Read It on AO3!

Tattoo – The Batch get tattoos to remember the fallen. (Read on AO3)

The Final Gift – The Batch celebrate their first Life Day since settling on Pabu. Omega is surprised by a gift from her brothers. (Read on AO3)

Decisions - Omega wants to join the Rebellion but has to work to convince her brothers. Chapters 5/5.Read on AO3

The Fallen – Hunter regrets not being able to save the young Jedi on Kaller. It’s through Omega joining the rebellion that he finally gets some closure. (Read on AO3)

Fennter (Hunter X Fennec Shand)

Entangled – The Bad Batch are in need of a new ship and are short on credits. Hunter takes on a job with Fennec Shand against his better judgement to make some money, fast. When things go awry and they have the whole Bounty Hunters Guild after them, they have to work together to get through it and learn more about each other's motivation in the process. CH 11/11 (Read on AO3)

Spoken Truths – Hunter and Fennec have been seeing each other on and off for months. Hunter wrestles with the idea of the two separate parts of his new life colliding. (Read on AO3)

Ghosts of Corellia – Fennec Shand's dark past comes back to haunt her when she is kidnapped by a Corellian crime boss she once had dealings with. Hunter launches a search to find her with the help of his family, where both him and Fennec will be forced to combat the ghosts of their pasts. CH 4/? (Read on AO3)

CodyWan

Buried - Cody tried to keep his feelings for Obi Wan buried deep until unforeseen circumstances bring them to the forefront. (Read on AO3)

The Kiss - Obi Wan's recklessness on the battlefield draws the ire of his Commander, with an unlikely outcome. (Read on AO3)

The Fallout - When Cody does the unthinkable and disobeys order, he is unprepared for the ramifications to his relationship with his General. Ventress arrives at the perfect time to twist the vibroknife, leaving both Cody and Obi Wan struggling with how to proceed. (Read on AO3)

Rumors - Cody catches up with Hunter from Clone Force 99 in desperate needs of some advice about his relationship with Obi Wan. (Read on AO3)

The Jedi, The Duchess & The Commander - Obi Wan and Cody are assigned protection detail when Satine Kryze makes a last-minute visit to Coruscant. Trouble follows the Duchess by way of an assassination attempt and Obi Wan and Cody not only have to navigate the current threat, but the effect her presence has on their relationship. Ch 2/2. (Read on AO3)

Back from the Dead - Obi Wan is dealing with the ramifications after faking his death and going undercover as bounty Hunter, Rako Hardeen (TCW S4E15-18). While relationships are strained with Anakin and Ahsoka, Obi Wan desperately wants to make things right with Commander Cody. Through these unusual circumstances both men have learned how important the other is to them. (Read on AO3)

The Loss - As Obi Wan travels to Mandalore to help an old flame (TCW S5E16 - The Lawless) Cody struggles with his unrequited feelings for his General and jealousy. Upon Obi Wan's return, Cody has to find a way to help him through one of his greatest hurts. (Read on AO3)

The Close Call – Cody is injured during a LAAT crash (TCW S7E1). While Rex and the Bad Batch continue the mission, Obi Wan races to his Commander's side. (Read on AO3)

The Deserter - Commander Cody goes on his most important mission yet. (Read on AO3)

The Sands of Tatooine - Now that Cody has reunited with Obi Wan, he struggles to understand his place in the galaxy and in the home of his former general. (Read on AO3)

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thegreymarveljedi · 7 months ago

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Friendly Flying Fun!

(Tech x Reader)

Here it is! The full fic of Friendly Flying Fun! I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this story. It’s been a busy few months and a lot has happened but here we are! (And I’m sorry for the added week after I promised to have it up almost a week and a half ago!!)

This was a request made by @ewokmurderbear

hello hello! i saw your request are open so uh here goes. techxf!jedi reader who is an exceptional pilot. they start having friendly flying competitions with lots of banter. eventally the banter turns into outright flirting bc they both love eachother sm but don't feel comfortable admitting it (yet). but like its obvious to tech's brothers that they like each other but not so much for him. then one time after flying around an alpine area tech takes a risk and does something like tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or fix her clothes or a sweet gesture like that. she returns the favor and then they are both like hey i kinda like you and the rest is history. i really like the idea of a first kiss being outside in a mountainy area where it's kinda cold. just fluff and banter, pre-o66 plz. sorry if its too long or confusing. have a great day/night!

I’m not usually one to write for Tech but I tried my absolute best with this one and I made it very VERY fluffy. Like, go see the doctor, your teeth are ROTTING type fluffy. This is also set closer to the beginning/ middle of the war so pre-order 66 and pre-season 7 (Sorry Echo fans) and I decided to make the reader Anakin’s twin sister. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: almost getting shot, tooth rotting fluff, Tech actually flirts like a pro, teasing, brotherly love, first kiss, head scratching is so relaxing, tech needs love and he gets it, FLUFFFFFYYY (Already said but it needs a second one)

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It was a fierce battle on the surface and in the air, both sides fighting for control of the planet and the information that the locals held. The Bad Batch had been tasked with extracting as much information as they could, doing it quickly and quietly as not to alert the separatists that the local population was siding with the Republic.

The team had successfully acquired the information and were now fighting their way out of the facility. Crosshair had found a perch not to far away where he could clearly watch his squad, making sure to take down any stragglers who may have gotten close. Wrecker, Hunter and Tech were in the mix, fighting off the droids that came their way.

“Woah! Who’s that pilot?” Wrecker asked in awe as a Jedi star fighter flew through the atmosphere, taking out vulture droid after vulture droid and clearing a path for the evac ships.

“I don’t know but I like their style,” Hunter replied as he and Tech continued to take out the droids on the ground. When Wrecker had first spoke, Tech was uninterested, more concerned about getting out of there alive but the second Hunter agreed with Wrecker and Tech looked up, he couldn’t look away from the starfighter. He was captivated by the way it moved through the sky above them, the tricks the Jedi was doing making him feel a little warm inside.

This kind of distraction wasn’t something normal for the genius clone and it took him by surprise when a stray blaster bolt went past his left ear and straight into a stray droid that had snuck infront of him. He quickly shook his head, internally scolding himself for being so easily distracted.

“Watch it Vod. Don’t need you loosing your head,” Crosshairs drawled over the comms making Tech scoff.

“I was not distracted Crosshair, I was merely observing the Jedi’s manoeuvres,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles and taking another few shot at the remaining droids.

“Mmhmm. Sure you were,” Crosshair teased and Tech could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Tech just rolled his eyes as the droid army was finally defeated, the remaining clones of the 212th battalion gathering their things and preparing to load the evacuation ships.

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker finished up, joining Crosshair in speaking with Commander Cody and General Kenobi. Cody and Hunter linked arms in Greeting, with a smile as Obi-wan greeted them with a smile.

“Excellent work sergeant. You and your team have done very well. You have the intel?” He asked and Hunter handed him the drive with the intel they were sent to collect.

“Right here for you general,” Hunter replied and watched as Obi-wan smiled, pocketing the drive.

“You gentlemen have just retrieve data that should help turn the tide in our favour.”

“Just doing our job sir.”

“Speaking of job, I have someone I would like you to meet,” Obi-wan said and all four batchers looked a little confused before the jedi star fighter from earlier flew overhead, an excited ‘Woohoo!’ Coming over the comms.

“(Y/N), would you like to join us on the ground please?” Obi-wan spoke into his wrist comm with a smile and shake of his head.

“Be right there master!” The female voice said back, the starfighter making another loop around before the Jedi inside jumped out mid air, landing perfectly on the ground next to Obi-wan and Cody. The fighter flew off back towards the Negotiator, (Y/N) now facing the bad batch with a giant grin.

“Clone force 99, I would like you to meet my second padawan, (Y/N) Skywalker,” Obi-wan introduced and watched as the Bad Batch’s eyes widened.

They had heard stories of the infamous Skywalker twins but had never met (Y/N) in person. They had met Anakin over a holo but that was briefly during the mission briefing.

“Former padawan master, I just like hanging around you and the boys,” you said while maintaining your grin, watching as the Bad Batch was left stunned.

“Yes, former padawan but no matter where you or Anakin go I will still consider you my students,” Obi-wan said and placed a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at your surrogate father, knowing that he meant it all from a place of love.

“I appreciate it Obi-wan. Now, who do we have here?” You said and turned back to the Bad Batch, all four of them now standing at attention.

“This is Sergeant Hunter,” Cody informed, pointing to the clone with the red bandanna. You smiled and gave him a nod.

“Good to meet you Hunter. I look forward to working with your squad,” you said with a grin and Hunter gave a nod in return.

“Likewise general, our squad likes to get the job done.”

“Likewise sergeant. And who is this?” You ask as you point to Wrecker who is smirking at you. You return it just as intensely, walking up to Wrecker and sizing him up.

“The name’s Wrecker general!” He says enthusiastically, giving his palm a punch with his other hand. Your grin somehow gets wider as you mimic his action.

“I think you and I will get along just great Wrecker, especially if you like to have fun,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him which made him laugh.

“I like you already!” You laughed and turned to look at the silent on with the toothpick in his mouth. You met his eyes and remained staring at one another, neither of you breaking eye contact even to blink.

“That’s Crosshair, he’s not much of a conversationalist but when you need to hit a precise target front 10-clicks, Crosshair’s you man,” Hunter explained and watched as the two of you continued to stare. Crosshair, surprisingly, was the one to break first, eyes rapidly blinking to get moister back.

You stood triumphantly before reaching a hand out to shake his. The rest of the batch watched with baited breathes, knowing that Crosshair never shook anyone’s hand unless they earned his respect in some way. They all gasped when his hand met yours in a firm grasp, the corner of his lip lifting in a very subtle smile. You nodded in understanding, knowing that you still had a ways to go to get him to trust you but that you had earned the chance to prove yourself.

“I like a challenge ram’ser, and I look forward to seeing your skills in action,” you said, watching as Crosshair nodded and moved back. Lastly, you turned to look at the ever so slightly shorter brother, his face buried in his data pad as he tried very hard to avoid your eyes. You cleared your throat which made him look at you, your eyes locking as if in a trance.

“And who is this handsome trooper?” You said, voice taking on much more flirty tone. Tech continued to hold your gaze as you walked up to him, his data now hanging at his side in his hand.

“This is-“

“Tech, general,” Tech interrupted his older brother, taking the initiative to introduce himself.

“It’s nice to meet an even more handsome face,” you said flirtatiously, watching as a blush bloomed on Tech’s cheeks.

“Thank you for the compliment, though I do believe my brain is worth more than my looks,” he said back, his data pad finding a home on his hip as he gives you his full undivided attention. The rest of the squad was once again left in shock, not used to Tech being focused on something other than his data pad.

“I’m sure it is just as handsome as you,” you replied, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before retreating back to Obi-wan and Cody. They had watched the whole exchange from the side lines, knowing that you were not so easily corralled once you had your heart set on something. Instead, Obi-wan gave you a shake of his head with an another small smiling, his eyes turning back to Hunter.

“Sergeant, your squad has done great work so far in this war and to continue to improve your productivity, (Y/N) will be coming on as your general temporarily,” Obi-wan explained, receiving a few different reactions rom the squad.

Hunter nodded in approval, knowing not to argue with the Jedi master. He wasn’t opposed to having a new squad member, especially one who might have some new skills to teach him. He was looking forward to seeing you in action.

Wrecker hollered in agreement, excited to get to show you how he liked to do things. He hoped that you shared his love of explosions and would help him blast some clankers.

Crosshair was a little less enthused, mumbling about not needing a babysitter when he and his brothers could get the job done quick. He may have given you a chance to earn his respect but that didn’t mean he wanted you on the team. Though, as if sensing Crosshairs disagreement with this decision, you levelled him with another stare. Once again he tried to keep eye contact but backed down once again, rolling his eyes and placing another toothpick in his mouth.

Tech however was the most intrigued, knowing that there was still knowledge to learn from the Jedi. He hoped that maybe on leave, he could ask you questions and pick your brain for more knowledge. Maybe have you show him some flying tricks and manoeuvres that he may not know just yet. Tech met your eyes after your stare off with Crosshair and smiled as you winked at him, blushing a little before picking up his datapad and burying his face in it.

“This change is only temporary to see how well you work with a Jedi. It is not something that will remain if the results are inconclusive. If the results of this change are satisfactory, the choice to stay will be left up to (Y/N),” Obi-wan continued which made you smile, the Bad Batch all nodding in understanding.

“Sounds like a plan general,” Hunter said and watched as you and Obi-wan had your own quiet exchange.

“I trust you will work well with your new squad?” Obi-wan asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled in response, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course Master, I’m very excited to work with them after everything Cody and the boys have told me,” you said and looked to Cody who only smiled and gave you a nod.

“Of course (Y/N). Please be safe and don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t Obi-wan, you can count on that.”

Obi-wan was a little sad to watch you go, his second student moving on to lead another unit in this war. He was proud of both you and Anakin and as Obi-wan watched you walk back over to the batch, he knew that he had done a good job as a teacher.

Hunter motioned for the Batch to begin heading back to the Marauder, wanting to at least clean it up a little for you. Crosshair and Wrecker were the first to turn and make their way to the ship, disappearing behind the facility they had infiltrated and cleared out. Tech however, stayed next to Hunter which surprised the sergeant greatly. He looked at Tech curiously but was met with no verbal explanation, Tech just having his head down until they watched you walk back over to them.

“Are we ready to go?” You asked, giving Hunter a smile and Tech another wink. Before Hunter could say anything, Tech jumped in, walking beside you and leading you to the marauder with a hand on your shoulder and beginning to ramble about their ship and all its capabilities.

Hunter rolled his eyes and smirked as he watched from a safe distance, his little brother talked their new general’s ear off. He knew that this was something new and exciting for Tech so he wasn’t going to ruin it.

~Time Skip~

You had been with the batch for a couple weeks now and it had been some of the most thrilling and memorable time of your life. The boys were outstanding in their work and knew how to get the job done quickly and quietly. You had adapted well to their tactics and had even dawned some of their spare armour. It had been a gift from all four of them but Crosshair’s idea.

Tech had taken it upon himself to modify the armour, making sure that it fit your body as well as worked for your maneuvering on the field. It was a welcome gift from them to you, making sure you stayed protected while with them on missions. They had even made sure to paint a 99 on the gauntlet for you as a symbol of you being their general.

Your first time wearing the armour, Tech couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were breathing in his eyes, the armour complimenting your skin well. Watching you fight was a whole other experience, your movements and skills unmatched by anyone other than a few of your higher ranking Jedi. You moved like the wind, quick and unforgiving while still being graceful.

Your flying skills however, were really what brought Tech to his knees. You were an exceptional pilot, knowing how to fly a ship even with your eyes closed, literally.

The first time you had done it the boys had panicked, Tech reaching to take over the controls but all you did was laugh, flawlessly maneuvering the marauder through the sky and to a safe landing Zone. Hunter has scolded you but with one look, you silenced him with a stare before standing and moving off the marauder. From that day on Tech knew he was fucked, your beauty, your skills, your fearlessness and confidence had hooked him.

And when you flirted with him? His soul was on cloud nine everytime.

“Hey handsome, how’s it feel to be the smartest man alive?”

“I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away.”

“I would ask if you wanted to see a holofilm with me, but I don’t want to get in trouble for bringing in a snack.”

“I’d buy you a drink, but I’d be jealous of the glass.”

Eventually he worked up the courage to flirt back after one too many comment from his brothers. Hunter was getting a little fed up with his younger brother’s rambling, wanting him to just reciprocate. Wrecker and Crosshair teased him relentlessly, laughing at his failed attempts to flirt back or respond with anything other than helpless rambling.

Eventually he got it down, managing to flirt right back with you much to your delight.

“I’m an organ donor. Can I give you my heart?” You said once, rest your hands on his shoulders from behind while he sat in the pilots chair.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” He responded quickly while turning the seat to face you. The look on your face must have made him more confident because he followed up with another line very quickly.

“Even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for your beauty.”

It was your turn to blush before you gained your wits back, leaning into to be face to face with him again.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

That made Tech chuckle as he turned back to the window of the marauder, focusing on flying the ship once more. Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair had not been spared from the cheesy exchange, all three trying not to cringe or laugh at the display.

From there on, you and Tech flirted relentlessly with one another, always finding time and ways to squeeze in little comment to each other much to the dismay of the others. They all knew you and Tech had the hits for each other. And they all knew that both of you knew but were too afraid to act on it.

It was after another successful mission when Tech asked you to fly with him for a little.

“Would you care to join me for a friendly flying competition?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled widely at him and nodded, taking the copilots seat as Tech set off into the skies.

The whole time you were flirting with one another, even as you performed a perfect Cuban eight with your eyes closed. Tech was infatuated with you, watching as your eyes lit up and your smile met them. Your cheeks were tinted with a little red blush from the adrenaline rush.

When it was his turn to take the controls, Tech performed a flawless cobra maneuver, watching as you yelped with delight at the rush. You spent hours in the air before finally coming back to the ground where the others were waiting with knowing smiles on their faces.

~Time Skip~

“Now that our mission is over, General Kenobi is allowing us a week of shore leave, especially after this one,” Hunter explained and everyone visibly deflated with delight.

You had been with the Bad Batch for close to nine months now, working along side them smoothly and completing every mission successfully with very little issue. The squad trusted you now, even Crosshair had come to respect and trust you, making jokes with you here and there. Wrecker was always fun to talk too about explosions and all things food and Hunter was a very good conversationalist in battle strategies and handheld weaponry.

And Tech….

Oh Tech, he was something else; a handsome genius with an adorable smile and a heart of hearts. He flirted back with you all the time now and even initiated your flirting ‘contests’ sometimes. It made you swoon whenever he did and you made sure to flutter your lashes at him a little more.

“Where are we going to spend it?” Wrecker asked hesitantly.

“Please not Kamino again,” Crosshair hissed, an undertone of distaste seeping into his words.

“We could go to Coruscant?” Hunter suggested, looking to his brothers for any sort of agreement.

“I do not believe Coruscant would be the ideal choice,” Tech chimed in, adjusting his goggles in the cute way he always did.

“Why not?” You asked, head tilting in confusion as you looked at the boys for an explanation.

“We’re not really welcomed by any of the other clones,” Wrecker explained cautiously before Crosshair butted in.

“They don’t like us because we actually do our jobs right,” he sneered.

“But what about Cody and the 212th? They love you guys!” You said exasperatedly, not believing much of what they were saying.

“They put up with us because they have too. Cody likes us but the others whisper about us all the time. They don’t think we hear them but we do,” Hunter said and crossed his arms. Your mouth hung open in shock, not wanting to believe that your beloved battalion wouldn’t get along with your new squad.

“That’s bantha shit. I’ll give them a piece of my mind once our leave is over. In the mean time, let me go make a call,” you said and stomped off, far enough away that even Hunter couldn’t hear the conversation you were having with a certain senator.

~Time Skip~

When you had finished your conversation, you waltzed back over to the boys in much better spirits, explaining how you pulled a couple strings to get a week away in Naboo at a nice lake side cabin. They were very intrigued by your changed attitude and the prospect of going to Naboo to relax and recoup.

You and Tech had dropped the others off at the cabin, the beautiful place a great escape for shore leave after the close call of the last mission. Tech, however, had asked you if you would like to have another little flying contest before you both settled down at the cabin.

You had readily agreed, wanting any opportunity to spend time with the genius clone as well as to show of your skills. You had each taken turns at the helm of the marauder, performing tricks in the air that made each other laugh. You always liked to show off a tailslide and turn it into an inside loop, the adrenaline rush from both maneuvers making to you holler with excitement.

Tech on the other hand went for what the boys and yourself had branded as “the Tech turn” though he would never call it that himself. He performed the maneuver with ease, making you laugh. You each performed another few tricks before Tech took back control and landed you both on top of a grass covered mountain top. The air had a chill to it though neither of you seemed to mind as Tech let the gangplank down and led you out of the marauder.

He took your hand gently in his and led you to sit on the edge of the cliff, placing a standard regulation blanket down before guiding you to sit next to him. You smiled at his kindness and thanked him, joining him without any thought or care in the world.

You sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the view of the planet surface from so high up. Looking at the open fields below the mountain ranges, admiring the beautiful landscape that Naboo had to offer.

“How did you find out about this place?” Tech asked, watching the same landscape and view you were, only his eyes shifted to settle more on you.

“I have my way,” you replied and gave a Tech a wink causing him to chuckle.

“You are full of surprises general.”

“Call me (Y/N), Tech. There’s no one around. It’s just us,” you said and looked over to him. He nodded and tested the name on his tongue. He had call you by your name only once before but he had been so embarrassed to do it again even when you said it had been okay. Now with the confidence he had gained, he didn’t feel afraid.

“This is a beautiful place (Y/N). Are you sure you will not disclose how you came to afford such a dashing place for our shore leave?” Tech inquired, watching as a small shiver ran down your spine as he said your name.

“That will be a story for another time,” you said, knowing full well that you could tell him but wanting to save it for later.

“Very well then my Dear,” Tech chuckled and gave you the side eye. You both started at one another for a minute, not breaking eyes contact before once again, Tech lost. Your stare was so deep and intense that none of the boys could beat it. When Tech looked away and blinked you whooped in triumph, laughing at your victory once again.

Tech smiled as he looked back over to you, your eyes crinkled up as you laughed, feeling the adrenaline of the last hour lingering in the air. Tech’s eyes were filled with love and adoration for you, the months of flirting and playful banter finally sinking into his heart and making him think.

Maybe, just maybe she’ll reciprocate…

His mind was all over the place, for the first time in a long time and it took all his brain power to focus. How could he though? He was taken by your beauty, your heart, your confidence and your kindness. He was so madly in love with you. He knew it and his brothers knew it but he didn’t think you did.

Without thinking, Tech reached over to where to sat next to him on the cliff top, tucking a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. The action cut off your laughter as you look at Tech whose cheeks were a tinge pink and his eyes mesmerized by something. Your eyes met his and he carefully pulled back before clearing his throat and turning away from you, fiddling with his hands awkwardly.

Your heart melted at the sight of the oh so smug genius being embarrassed by the little action of affection. You smiled at him and reached over to him, taking his hand in yours. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and turning back to you, his cheeks still a little pink from the cold as well as embarrassment.

“I-I am sorry if I overstepped, I do not know what came over me and I-“

You cut him off by placing a warm hand on his cheek, the rest of his sentence dying in his throat.

“You didn’t over step at all Tech. I promise.”

“Are you certain? I understand that as a Jedi you do not have the lu-“

You cut him off again with a little laugh before leaning forward, connecting your foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. Tech’s breath hitched in his throat at the tender action, eyes closing and forehead sinking into the touch. You stayed there for what felt like forever before your other came to join your first on Tech’s opposite check. His breath hitched a little again as he let out a shaky sigh.

“Tech…” his name fell from your lips so gently and quietly, as if saying it any louder would break the atmosphere of the moment. Tech almost didn’t hear you but when his eyes opened to meet yours once more, it was clear what you were silently asking.

It took him weeks to work up the courage to flirt back with you instead of rambling when you spoke to him and when he finally worked up the courage to reciprocate the flirting, he was on cloud nine. You had been dancing around each other for months since then, playful teasing and shameless flirting. It all led to this.

Tech’s eyes closed as he brought his gloved hands to your cheeks and pulled you into a seering yet gentle kiss. The world around you both melted away as your lips connected, months of tension being released as you both engaged.

Tech’s lips were soft against yours, his hands radiating heat even through his gloves. Your lips were just at soft, your hands falling to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t pull away just yet. The kiss seemed to last a life time before you both pulled away for some much needed air, remaining close with your foreheads pressed together.

“That was..”

“Breathtaking?”

“Quite literally.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I am very much not opposed to doing that again.”

“Then why don’t we?”

Tech didn’t need to be told twice as he hoisted you onto his lap and crashed his lips to yours again. Sparks flew and a new found sense of longing settled in your bones. The kiss was more fierce this time, Tech slowly but surely finding his rhythm as his hands settled on your hips. Your arms settled around his neck, fingers toying with the wispy hairs present on the back of his neck.

Tech squeezed your hips and nipped at your lip, drawing a short but pleased sigh from you. He smirked against your lips and pulled away, once again out of breath. You weren’t much better, chest rising and falling quickly with the need for air.

“You - I - holy shit,” you breathed out, the words to describe what you were feeling right now escaped you. Tech chuckled at your fumbling, smoothing his thumb over your left cheek.

“Now it’s you who is left speechless mesh’la,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“What can I say? You’re a really good kisser,” you shot back making Tech blush a little.

“I try, my dear. I have never had the opportunity to do something like this with anyone. It never felt right if there were no feelings of infatuation involved,” Tech said huskily, his voice low and afraid of scaring you off. You smiled shyly at him and kissed his nose, your eyes conveying what you were feeling before your mouth could vocalize it.

“I understand Tech. Being a Jedi, we’re not supposed to form attachments or relationships with people but with you, it feels so natural,” you replied and watched as his eyes lit up slightly.

“Are you saying that you feel the same about me as I do you?”

“If you’re trying to tell me that you like me then yes, that’s exactly what I’m trying to say.”

No more words were spoken as Tech once again pulled your lips to his, the kiss firm yet gentle. Your lips moved together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. It was as if you had been together for years, the kiss perfect in every way.

You ran your fingers through his hair as best you could, slowly removing his goggles and placing them down next to both of you. Tech blinked rapidly a few times, eyes adjusted to the world without his trusted eyewear. He looked at you with a confused expression before his shoulders slumped and he melted against you, feeling your fingers massage his scalp and neck. It felt so relaxing, the tension leaving his body like a puff of air.

You giggled as Tech let his head fall forward to rest on your shoulder, breathing deep and relaxed as you continued you movements on his neck. When you hit a particularly rough knot, Tech groaned, his hands flying to your hips once more as you worked the knot out.

“Cyare,” Tech whispered as you moved back to his scalp, scratching it gently.

“Hmm?” Was all you responded with, not wanting to be any louder for fear of disrupting the atmosphere.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For this, for everything you have done for our squad, for being there for us all and for treating us like people instead of expendable objects,” Tech’s words struck a cord in you, the sentiment behind them making itself clear. They had never been treated like people, always being sent on one mission after another, the fear of death or failure always there. They were soldiers yes, but that didn’t mean they were less than human.

“Of course Tech, you’re just as human as I am and you do so much for the galaxy. You fight for those who can’t and stand up for those who won’t. You and your brothers are good men and I will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise,” Tech smiled at your words, your words helping him to feel like a normal man instead of a soldier.

“Thank you Cyar’ika,” he replied and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you close and letting himself dream of the future.

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I don’t know if I fully like what I’ve written here but please, let me know your thoughts about it. I hope it’s not to bad!

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snitchcrimsonwrites · 28 days ago

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Drawn Together-Chapter 6

Pairing: Tech x Jedi! Reader

The Bad Batch are on the run after the events on Pantora when they run into a mysterious stranger who offers them assistance. Who is this stranger, and why does it seem like they know Echo? The story will follow the events of the series once established.

Dearest reader, thank you for sticking through 5 chapters of setup. Let the relationship develop!

Well, that didn't go as smoothly as you hoped. Enjoy some downtime with Tech while the Batch lays low.

Chapter 7

Outside the windshield, stars stretch into lines as the Marauder jumps into hyperspace, the blue tunnel washing over the cabin. Hunter breaks the silence, “We’ll lay low for a while. There’s a dead moon on the Outer Rim, barely a blip on any chart. We’ve used it before.” He pauses, looking at you. “You’re welcome to stay with us, or we can drop you somewhere quiet. Your choice.”

You consider it. "I... still haven’t made up my mind. Everything down there reminded me of who I once was, but it also highlighted how much has changed.” You paused, furrowing your brow. "Also, running with a Jedi puts your team at unnecessary risk; are you sure you want that?”

With a confident smile, Hunter states, “We wouldn’t be here without you. I think that earns you a spot on the team.”

“No rush. You’ve earned time to think.” Echo responds affirming his sergeant’s sentiments.

Everyone gets comfortable as the ship travels through hyperspace, the adrenaline fading and drowsiness creeping in. The ambiance on the ship is quiet, with most of the squad either asleep or resting. A solitary overhead light casts a gentle glow over the common area. Seated alone at the table, you are surrounded by several well-worn, leather-bound journals from your pack, jotting down notes in the margin of one page while quietly murmuring in an ancient dialect. Sleep remains elusive, even in your tired state.

A soft mechanical whir signals the door opening from the cockpit. Tech steps through the threshold, looking up from his data pad, surprised. “I didn’t expect anyone else to be awake.”

You react, looking up quickly, straightening slightly, while one hand instinctively slides protectively over your notes before you realize who it is.” Oh—Tech. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shakes his head. “You didn’t. I… don’t sleep much.” He pauses when he sees the spread of texts in front of you. “Neither do you, I take it?”

“Not since Order 66. Dreams have a way of finding me when I do.”

Tech nods, quietly understanding. He walks closer, eyeing the journals curiously. “Those are… ancient. Jedi in origin? The characters seem unique?”

“Some are. Others came from fringe temples and Force-adjacent sects. I’ve been trying to translate them for years. So far, all I’ve got to show is bits and pieces, my master was obsessed with uncovering lost history.”

Tech leans slightly, scanning one of the open pages. The script is narrow, flowing, and almost musical in its form. “This… isn’t any variation of Aurebesh I know. Nor does it seem to appear in any Republic linguistic database.”

“That’s because it’s pre-Republic. It’s called Tal’reesh. Root dialect of a forgotten civilization near the Unknown Regions. Some believe they were early Force-users…long before the Jedi Order existed.”

Tech’s eyes light up with a spark of genuine interest. “Fascinating. May I?” gesturing to the table.

You nod, and he slides into the seat across from you. He picks up one of the journals carefully, thumbing through a few pages.

“These characters… they feel mathematical. Not just written, but patterned. I wonder if the language is layered, like a code?”

You sit up straighter now, surprised at his observation. “You’re the first person to notice that. I have had the same suspicion. My master believed their language embodied the Force, manifested through symbol, rhythm, and intention.”

“Like linguistic fractals…”

“Exactly,” finding solace in the mutual understanding.

Both of you fall silent, leaning over the same text. The soft hum of the ship merges with the quiet scratch of the stylus on the datapad. Eventually, you glance up at him, your expression softer now. “You know… I didn’t expect to find anyone who could keep up with this kind of work. Let alone... be interested. It wasn’t exactly popular even among Jedi.”

“Well, I don’t often find people who speak in linguistics theory and ancient dialects at the same time. It is… unexpected. But not unwelcome.”

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Later the next day, the Marauder exits hyperspace and lands in the center of a vast canyon beneath a pale blue sky. The moon is quiet, barren, and windless. Just craggy rocks, shallow caves, and silence. The Batch has established a temporary camp just outside the ship. A small fire flickers in a rocky alcove, illuminating their faces. Tech calibrates a portable scanner nearby, while Wrecker lies back on a blanket of gear.

Another stretch of quiet hours passes before Tech lifts his eyes from his datapad, realizing you’ve disappeared. The next time Tech finds you, you’re again seated at the common area table on board the Marauder. He steps in, eyes immediately finding yours.

“I had hoped you would be here,” he says, voice low and almost warm with familiarity.

You glance up from your notes, lips tugging into a faint smile. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“I assumed.” He steps closer, but doesn’t sit just yet. Instead, he looks over the scattered texts again. “You’ve made progress since last time,” observing some new lines of translation.

You tap the margin of one journal with a stylus. “A little. One of the root symbols here seems to repeat in ritual context…see the curve, and how it mirrors this passage from a completely different source?” You lift the journal, showing him exactly where. “ I think it might represent more than a word. A concept, maybe.”

He leans over your shoulder, studying the inked curves intently. “I’ve been thinking,” Tech says slowly, finally. “I’ve never encountered a language like this. It's as much a puzzle as it is text. I want to understand it.” He hesitates, as though the following words take a particular effort. “Would you teach me?”

You blink, not expecting that. “You want to learn Tal’reesh?”

“I do. I find the structure fascinating… plus there’s always a benefit to learning another language.. Even a dead one.”

You look at him for a long beat, then nod. “Alright. But I’ll warn you, it’s slow going.”

Tech finally sits, placing his datapad aside. “Some of the most worthwhile pursuits begin with a slower pace. That said, you might be surprised by my affinity for languages,” he finishes confidently.

You laugh, impressed by his confidence, and pass him a blank sheet and an old transcription key you compiled long ago. “Then let’s start with the basics. The root glyphs. They’re drawn, not written. Like... weaving meaning into shape.” As you speak, Tech listens with undivided focus, stylus in hand, and the night continues like this until the need for sleep calls you both.

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The next morning a soft sun ascends above the rugged ridges of the deserted moon as dust dances lightly in the morning breeze. The Marauder lies quietly among the rocks, its hull shimmering in the faint light of dawn, as its crew gathers around their improvised camp, savoring their limited rations. Hunter speaks up, asking whether you have made a decision about joining them.

“Maybe I’ll stick around. At least until the next crazy idea gets one of you nearly crushed by a cave-in, or falls from ridiculous heights,” you joke.

Hunter smiles. “So… tomorrow, then?”

You laugh quietly, finally letting yourself relax a little. “ But seriously, I think I’d like to stay. With your squad. I feel this is what I’m supposed to be doing right now.”

“You’re sure?”

“I spent the war following orders, watching people fight and die for a Republic. I convinced myself I was just doing my duty.” You pause, not realizing the weight of those words until they leave your lips. “But now I think I understand. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a general. Or a scholar. Maybe I was meant to be this. Someone who doesn’t abandon the people who need help, when it counts.”

“Then you’re welcome here.”

You chuckle slightly at his sincerity. “That said… I’ve been out of practice. If I’m going to pull my weight, I need to sharpen up. Would your squad be willing to run me through some training exercises?”

Hunter chuckles lightly, turning his attention toward the others. “You hear that?”

Wrecker grins, already hopping to his feet. “Training time? I love training time!”

Echo laughs, shaking his head, “You might regret asking.”

Tech is ahead of the curve; he is already making a schedule for you on his datapad. “We’ll tailor a hybrid routine. Close quarters, blaster defense, squad coordination—perhaps a Force reaction test.”

“I’ll help too! I’ve been training with them for months now!” Omega chimes in excitedly.

“Alright then. Let’s see if this old Jedi can still keep up.”

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Later in the day, the sun sits high overhead, creating elongated shadows over the rough landscape. A new array of challenges is set up: barricades, close combat areas, “training dummies”, and designated dueling circles.

“I’ve scheduled a full day of targeted drills. Each of us will focus on a core specialization. We’ll focus on combat, tactics, firearms, and reaction testing,” Tech announces, gesturing to a schedule displayed on this datapad. “First will be a hand-to-hand combat exercise with Wrecker. We’ve set up a makeshift combat area right outside camp.” He gestures to the circle off to the side of the camp, indicating it was time to begin.

After a few moments of preparation, the others form a loose circle as Wrecker steps forward into the zone, cracking his knuckles and rolling the tension from his neck. He grins widely, shaking out the muscles in his arms. “Alright, Jedi, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Echo leans over to Hunter and whispers, “What do you think? I’m a little worried the General won’t go easy on him,” as he watches you approach the makeshift ring. Hunter laughs, “It could go either way.”

You approach keeping your stance loose, hands relaxed, knees slightly bent. The height difference between you two couldn’t be more comical. Any other observers would take Wrecker in an instant and claim you a longshot, but everyone in Batch knew size didn’t necessarily matter when it came to a Jedi.

Tech signals the go-ahead, and Wrecker charges in, broad and fast his full body weight behind him. You know you can’t meet his strength head-on; instead, you sidestep, pivot, and flow around him like water, allowing him to rush past you.

Unfazed, he returns once more, swinging broadly— he misses. You crouch low as he stumbles ahead. Spotting an opportunity, you leverage his momentum to slip behind him, tapping the back of his armor with two fingers. Wrecker trips over a rock, tumbling down and hitting the ground with a resounding thud.

“Okay… didn’t see that coming, “ he grunts from the ground.

A small smile appears on Hunter’s lips. “She didn’t throw a single punch.”

“Efficient use of energy and motion. Impressive,” Tech nods approvingly adding the outcome to his report.

“That was amazing!” Omega grins, absolutely fascinated.

“Best two out of three!” Wrecker shouts, unwilling to give in. The second round plays out similarly to the first, though to Wrecker’s credit, it lasts much longer this time.

Hunter is next, prepared to spar with improvised weapons this time. He twirls a training staff in his hand as you mimic the movement, showing you're not one to shy away from a challenge.

Like Wrecker, Hunter initiates the attack, delivering precise and purposeful strikes. You respond to each hit with quick parries, your staff slicing through the air to meet his with deadly accuracy. You move with clarity, anticipation guiding your every step. A series of rapid exchanges ends with you spinning around him and knocking his staff out of position.

“Whoa…” Omega breathes out, mesmerized by both combatants’ movements. Such distinctly different styles meeting in combat. Echo leans in to reply to Omega, “Nothing more impressive than watching a Jedi in action, I’m still not used to it.”

Hunter resets, coming in harder now, but you’re quicker. You feint, duck, and finally sweep his legs in one smooth motion, knocking him flat on his back. Hunter blinks up at you from the ground, your staff only inches from his throat, and holds his hands up, signaling defeat, “Alright. That one’s yours.”

You smile and offer a hand to help him to his feet. “Good match.”

Today’s final session involved blaster target practice with Echo and Tech. They created a makeshift firing range by stacking rocks of different sizes and shapes to mimic dummy targets at various distances. Echo and Tech fire first and deliver precise fire, taking down targets effortlessly.

You stand at the line, gripping a standard DC-17. Initially, your stance is questionable. "Too cautious,” as Echo noted, and work to correct with Tech’s subtle advice. With that adjustment, you manage shots that hit center-mass. Not always bulls-eyes, but consistent enough.

“Not bad. Stay light on your feet,” Echo encourages as you round to complete the last circuit.

Tech finalizes the last inputs on the data pad, assessing the results from your previous round. “Lateral reaction time is above average. Accuracy stands at 78%. Not terrible for someone trained with a lightsaber.”

You smile, brushing sweat from your brow. “I’ll take it for now.”

You complete the last round of training, and all gather at camp as the sun sets on the deserted moon. The Batch is at ease, weary yet content. You sit next to Omega, who radiates energy from observing the training throughout the day. “You were incredible today. Especially with the staff, like, really incredible.”

“Thanks,” you smile, happy that you managed to impress the young girl, hoping it is the same for the rest of the Batch.

Hunter confirms your thoughts. “You handled yourself well across the board. You’ve got the instincts, I think you’ll fit in nicely.”

“Still say I slipped,” Wrecker grins, not admitting a fair defeat.

Tech raises a finger coming to your defense, “Statistically, it was a well-executed maneuver. You tripped.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He grumbles.

“Thanks for doing this. I appreciate that you didn’t have to,” you smile at everyone. It felt great to be part of a team again.

As the night progresses, the Batch rests by the fire as it crackles low, casting a warm glow over their tired faces. You lean back against a smooth rock, the flames flickering in your eyes as you watch the others in the firelight. A comfortable silence lingers until you decide to break it.

“So… what’s the plan? I mean, after this. What are you all hoping for?”

Hunter looks across the fire at you. The question hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, he doesn’t answer. “I think you’ve earned an explanation. We’ve only got one goal, really. Lay low, stay alive. Try to find a way to disappear before the Empire finds us again.” He pauses, leaning forward, elbows on knees.

“But first, we’re heading to Ord Mantell. There’s a contact there. Goes by Cid. Obi-Wan Kenobi passed the name to one of our allies before he… vanished. Apparently, they used to work with Jedi, helped them off the grid during the war. Smuggling, information, jobs. We hope they have some information on a bounty hunter targeting Omega. That’s the trouble we were running from on Pantora before we met.”

He stops allowing you time to absorb that information, then continues, “Unless you have any better options?” his tone hopeful that might be the key to uncovering this mystery.

You shake your head, “My contacts wouldn’t be beneficial unless you want to sell some artifacts, and if I’m being honest, I would not want any of them knowing I’m alive…”

“As expected. Looks like we’re staying on our current objective.”

"For what it's worth any contact of Obi-Wan's should be pretty knowledgeable, it's a good start."

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Nightfall settles on the outer ring moon, and most of the Batch is already asleep, except for two usual suspects. Tech ascends the ramp to the ship with quiet purpose, datapad tucked under one arm. His pace is steady—he’s come to look forward to this time, your nightly language lessons. As he rounds the corner, he pauses.

You were nestled in the corner seat, rather than your typical spot at the table, with your knees drawn up and a medbay blanket covering your legs. A soft light illuminates the space next to you while you turn a page in a worn paperback.

“No journals tonight?”

You look up, startled, and then smile sheepishly. ”Ah—sorry. I needed something lighter. It’s just a novel tonight. My brain couldn’t take any more ancient syntax.”

Tech hesitates a beat. His voice faintly drops when he responds, “I see. I had hoped we would continue the lesson on interlaced root glyphs.”

You pick up on it immediately, your smile softening.”Hey—don’t go walking out on me now. It’s a mystery novel. The fun kind, where everyone’s a suspect and no one makes sense until the last ten pages.”

You hold the book out slightly, tilting it so he can see the cover. “You’re welcome to join. I’ve only just started, but I bet we can figure out the ending faster than the author expects.”

Tech considers. Routine broken, but not unpleasantly so. After a moment, he steps forward and lowers himself onto the seat beside her.

“Well... I am statistically inclined to detect narrative inconsistencies.”

You laugh. “Perfect. You're exactly the overthinker I need for this.”

The two of you scoot in close enough to share the book, heads occasionally leaning in to read the same passage, exchanging quiet theories between page turns.

“Wait. But this character wasn’t even present at the time of the disappearance. How could he have moved the body?” Tech points out.

“Exactly! That’s what I’ve been saying since chapter six. But I’m pretty sure the author forgot their timeline.”

A few more pages, and you reach the end. You read the final paragraph aloud—and then stare at it, stunned.

“Wait. That’s it?”

Tech blinks through the confusion. “That conclusion lacks all structural cohesion. The motive is shallow, the timeline fractured, and the supposed twist contradicts three previously established alibis.”

“In other words, that was awful.” You both begin to chuckle. Initially quiet, then gradually more openly. It’s soft enough not to disturb the others, but it's that genuine, hearty laughter.

“I cannot believe we spent three nights decoding forgotten Jedi syntax, and this is what finally defeats us,” his tone full of disbelief.

You reply, laughter still on your lips. “Well, to be fair, you were the one who said it might be 'beneficial' to read more literature.”

He adjusts his goggles and leans back with a long exhale, clearly relaxed in her presence.”I withdraw the recommendation. At least where this author is concerned.”

You nudge him lightly with your shoulder. “Still… thanks for sticking around.”

“It was… surprisingly enjoyable.”

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The Marauder is being prepared for departure. Wrecker reloads the camp crates into the cargo hold, Omega checks supplies, and you stand off to the side, assisting Tech in recalibrating a damaged sensor array on the wing.

You laugh softly at something he says. Tech isn’t entirely sure what was funny, but the sound catches him off guard. He glances at you longer than he intends to.

Across the clearing, Echo stands with Hunter, both casually observing.

“You seeing what I’m seeing?” Echo states clearly in disbelief.

“Yeah. Tech’s… smiling. That’s new.”

Echo crosses his arms, smirking slightly. “I don’t think he realizes it yet, but he’s definitely spending more time with her than with his datapads.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow. “He’s still bringing datapads to her, though.”

They chuckle as Tech reaches for a tool, but when your hands briefly touch, Tech freezes. It’s small but significant. He fumbles slightly but recovers quickly.

“There it is.”

“Yeah. He’s in trouble.”

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Tech sits at his console, ostensibly running diagnostics, but he’s only half-focused. His fingers hover over code while his mind is elsewhere. The cockpit door hisses open, and Echo leans casually against the frame.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, confused at the assumption.

“Oh, no reason. Just asking why you’ve recalibrated that same sequence three times.”

Tech looks at the screen. He has recalibrated it three times. “Ah. I… may be preoccupied.”

Echo approaches and takes a seat, uninvited yet accepted. "Listen, Tech, you don’t really show your feelings openly, so I’ll be direct. It’s perfectly fine to care about someone, even in situations like this."

Tech hesitates. It’s subtle, but something in him softens.”It’s… unfamiliar. Logical processes tend to degrade when emotional input is introduced. I’ve noticed increased distraction, irregular thought patterns, occasional lapses in—”

“You like her, Tech.”

Tech blinks at him.

“And I think she likes you too. You’re allowed to let that happen. We don’t get many chances for this. You’re still you… just a version that laughs more."

There’s a pause before Tech nods slowly, almost unsure of himself for once.”I will… consider your analysis.”

“Just don’t overanalyze it so much that you miss the moment.”

#star wars bad batch #star wars #tbb x reader #tbb tech #tbb #bad batch tech #the bad batch #tech x jedi oc #tech x jedi reader #tech #tech x reader

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zaana · 2 years ago

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It's a late night. They're supposed to return to Kamino in the morning. Wrecker and Echo have passed out already. Tech is busy tinkering on the Marauder. These two take some time to catch up on stuff, which often ends up in talking about the past.

#the bad batch #fanart #star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #gonky #sorry but I need more moments between them pre-order 66 #i need them to be happy

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levi-venn · 1 year ago

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Accolades - Part One

Timeline: Pre-Order 66 Era Bad Batch

Summary: Hunter turns official accolades into something more meaningful for his brothers.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Available on AO3

Clone Force 99 never accepted accolades. It wasn't their thing. After all, they were created specifically for the missions no one else could do. Being rewarded for it seemed pointless.

And Hunter didn’t disagree…

…but when accolades were assigned, he always ended up sneaking out after his brothers had settled in for the night to speak to Commander Cody.

The conversation was always the same.

“I’m sorry your brothers couldn’t make it…again,” Cody would say, handing the medals over.

“Yeah, well, they’re tired from the mission.” One of many excuses he had given Cody during this war.

“Tell them that, on behalf of myself and the generals, 'Keep up the great work, soldiers.'"

“Will do, Commander.” Hunter always said this with a smile.

Cody returned that smile. They both knew Hunter wouldn’t relay the message. They both knew these medals weren't for his brothers, they were for Hunter.

Hunter had a painted box full of medals and ribbons for each of his brothers.

There was a digital skull skewered by a lightning bolt on Tech's box.

A bomb with a happy face for Wrecker.

And a skull with a crosshair vector over one eye for his youngest brother.

Recently, he added a box for Echo too. He went with a blue handprint for his newest brother, to honor Echo's old armor before the Separatists took nearly everything from him.

With the exception of Echo’s box, Hunter had been filling these boxes since they were cadets. Their earliest medals had simple accolades from simpler times:

“Fastest Swimmer” - Tech.

“Most Bullseyes in 60 Seconds” - Crosshair.

“Feats of Strength” - Wrecker.

“Leadership and Valor” - Hunter

The accolades shifted after graduation. They came from dangerous missions that ended in violence. Assigned to a bad batch of clones who were somehow expendable, yet the only ones who could survive these impossible situations.

This last mission had taken their toll on the whole squad. Too many clankers, not enough intel, they won the day, but throwing medals at them felt like an insult, even if Cody's appreciation was genuine.

Hunter wanted to turn those medals into something meaningful.

And so, Hunter sat on his bunk, a small laser tool in his bandaged hand, etching over each medal with his own accolades for his brothers.

Tech was awarded “Shooting the most clankers while slicing an AAT-1 and throwing barbed insults at Echo”.

For Crosshair: “The most WIZARD precision shot through a tank’s barrel while spitting a toothpick in a clanker’s eye”.

Wrecker received: “The loudest laugh while mowing down four dozen clankers and eating a hamburger simultaneously”. Hunter still didn’t know where he got that burger.

And finally for Echo, “The most somersaults during a stealth mission while throwing barbed insults back at Tech”

Hunter hesitated over his own medal, as he always did.

Giving himself accolades never sat right. He could never think of anything, anyway.

So he wrote what he always wrote: “This medal is awarded to Hunter for being the proudest oldest brother in this Badass Batch. I love you guys.”

He tucked the medal away in his own box, a skull with cross-vibroblades beneath it, and tucked it under his mattress with the other boxes.

One day, this war was going to be over.

And on that day, Hunter planned to give these boxes to his brothers.

He couldn’t wait to see their faces.

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #the clone wars #commander cody #I had a lot of feelings today #usually my feelings are Crosshair and Tech centered #today I just want to hug Hunter and tell him its gonna be okay

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zasmn · 2 months ago

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I got The Bad Batch figpins!!! :D

They are super cool!!! They are big for pins but so small and fun!! The height difference seems pretty accurate, except Hunter and Omega are about the same size (short king).

Omega's in package purgatory (aka Nala Se's Lab) because I'm splitting up the Batch and giving her to my mom. Guess that means my pins are pre-empire/order 66 XP

#the bad batch #figpin #lmk if you want any specific pics!#I liked the helmeted versions best so that's what I got #but I will admit no helmet Crosshair is tempting #personal

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archivewriter1ont · 6 months ago

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Ponytail: One Time Hunter's Hair Got in the Way

Banner by @blackseafoam

Gift fic for @totallywizard07 for the @galactic-gift-gathering event!

Prompt: Injured Bad Batch (pre-Order 66) Word Count: 1,321

“Hunter!”

The sergeant blocked out the sound of Tech’s warning call because he had already felt the blaster bolts sailing toward him, his brain collapsing into a black web of split-second calculations as white-hot feedback from his senses wrote the script for his next move. If he dodged to the left, the first ball of plasma would slam directly into the left side of his ribcage, burning through bones and armor and damaging an unknown number of organs in the process. Then again, if he remained where he was or tried to go to the right, the second bolt would connect with his head and he wouldn’t need any of those bones or organs ever again.

He threw himself to the left.

Pain invaded his chest and ripped through his nerves. He heard a solid thud and realized belatedly that he was on the ground, right before the world went startlingly black.

~~~~~

“Stay down, you moron .”

Hunter grunted as he fell back hard against the clay wall, his shoulder blades scraping irritatingly against the baked earth. That was the second time he’d tried to get up, and the second time Crosshair had so rudely shoved him back down.

“I can walk,” the sergeant snapped. His teeth shunked together as he snarled out the words and he felt like his jaw was about to break from how hard he was trying to keep more than those three, relatively nice words from coming out.

“You don’t need to walk,” Crosshair hissed back. The sniper shifted his Firepuncher, moving the rifle from his side to lay it carefully across his knees. The usually polished, jet-black firearm was streaked orange and tan by the dust roiling hotly from the parched ground. “You need to stay put until Tech and Wrecker bring the ship.”

[the rest is on Ao3, link above!]

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb hunter #tcw hunter #tcw crosshair #bad batch hunter #great galactic gift #gift fill #wish fill

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intricatechaosofyou · 1 year ago

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The Right Wrong Turn

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: A hiccup in the mission ends up with you on a rooftop with the Batch’s sniper. Using the prompt “This did not go the way I expected.”

Warnings: 18+!!!!, blasters, shootouts, cursing, some sexual tension, a couple of references to lines in season 3 but NO SPOILERS (tell me if you find my references though ;) !!)

Author’s note: Happy Bad Batch season my loves!! Our boys are back and I couldn’t be happier (or sadder). I had the privilege of writing for @urfriendlyneighbornightfury so I hope you enjoy this babe! I had so much fun writing it. Italics indicate small flashbacks. Also, please keep in mind that this is post-Echo but pre-Order 66.

The Bad Batch has meant so much to me over the years and while it feels like the end has come far too quickly, I’m grateful for everything it’s done for me and the rest of the Star Wars community! Thank you to @ghostofskywalker / @cloneficgiftexchange for putting on this event!! I’m so grateful to participate in this huge event!!

Sending everyone a Wrecker-sized hug and a happy season 3!! <3

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You panted as you made a sharp turn down an alleyway, trying to lose your pursuers.

It was supposed to be a simple mission: sneak in while Hunter and Wrecker distracted the guards, download a few files, then Echo and Tech would pick you all up in the Marauder.

What you hadn’t planned for, however, was the heavy encryption on the files you needed.

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“Tech, I thought you said I just had to plug this data stick in and the files would download!” You whispered into your comm as a red screen appeared on the datapad.

“Theoretically, that should be all you have to do. However, I do suppose the encryptions on the files could prevent the transfer,” Tech replied, his static voice from the comm making you angrier by the second.

Your failed attempts at transferring the files had set off the alarm. You needed to get out of there, but you needed those files first.

“Keep the data stick in,” Tech requested. “I can undo the encryption from my end and transfer the files manually.”

A blaster shot fired right past your shoulder and you immediately ducked behind the large desk in the office. Sneaking a look, you counted three guards with their blasters pulled on you.

Kriff. You had to get out of there.

“Cross,” you hissed into your comm as you pulled your blaster from its holster on your hip.

You didn’t even have to finish your sentence before you heard the sniper’s voice crackle through the comm.

“I’ve got eyes on them. I take middle.”

You couldn’t see him on the next rooftop over, but you knew he was already lining up his shot through the large glass window behind the desk you were hiding behind.

“No fair. I wanted middle this time,” you answered, a smirk forming on your face.

Crosshair tutted. “Too bad, sweets.”

You rolled your eyes as you shifted your blaster in your hands, getting ready to fire.

As soon as Crosshair’s shot came through, shattering the window behind you and killing the assailant in the middle, you stood and shot the two remaining.

“Tech, how’re we looking?” You questioned.

“Files are transferred. Make your way back to the Marauder.”

You grabbed the data stick and booked it to the stairs just as another group of guards bursted into the office.

———————

You thought that they’d give up once you exited the building, but they were still managing to follow you through the busy streets of Bracca.

It was getting harder to lose the guards behind you as you dashed through the streets. One wrong turn and you knew you were in deep trouble.

As you turned down the next alleyway in hopes that you’d finally outpace the guards you heard someone hiss your name.

Looking up you found Crosshair, leaning over the roof of a nearby building, hand outstretched to you.

“Hurry up before those di’kuts catch up.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, allowing him to hoist you up onto the roof.

“Could’ve used some help earlier, Cro—“

The clone’s hand covered your mouth before you could finish your snarky comment, pushing you to lay down the cold metal roof as he followed suit, laying halfway on top of you as the guards flooded into the alley in pursuit of you.

He lowered his head, sharp eyes watching the guards, ensuring that they didn’t spot the two of you.

But you? You watched him.

He had shed his bucket before helping you onto the roof, granting you full freedom to ogle at his face. You watched the way his eyes darted across the length of the alley, the way jaw clenched every time a guard spoke, the way his lips were parted as he took slow, steady breaths.

Suddenly, the chill of the night was replaced with a heavy heat and you were overcome with the need to move out from under him.

The hard plastoid of his armor dug into your skin as you attempted to shift out from underneath him. But your movement only caused him to hold you down harder, his free hand pressing your hips down to keep you from squirming.

You stifled a frustrated groan, going to shift again but the way he turned to look at you made you freeze. He stared you down, almost daring you to move again.

Unfortunately for him, you loved getting under his skin.

You tried to shift out from under him again, accepting the unspoken challenge from the sniper.

He retaliated, pressing his entire forearm against your hips to prevent your movements.

With a huff, you realized this might be one battle you wouldn’t win. You resigned yourself to watching him again as he took a glance back at the alley.

When his eyes found yours again, he finally took his hand away from your mouth but his arm across your hips stayed in place.

“You nearly got us caught,” he hissed.

“Yeah, well, this didn’t go the way I expected,” you replied, a sarcastic smile on your face as you once again attempted to get out from under him.

The way he put more weight on your hips told you he wasn’t letting you go that easy. “What did you expect? That I’d just let you stand around up here and let the guards catch both of us?” He questioned.

“Stow it,” you demanded, trying to ignore the way your face felt hot. “We need to get back to the Marauder.”

“Not until you answer my question, sweets.”

You huffed, letting your head fall back. Maker, this man was stubborn. “Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Hate what, sweets?”

“You calling me that!”

“Why, sweets?”

You bit back a snarl at the way he emphasized the name just for the sake of driving you crazy. “I said stow it.”

“What’re you gonna do about it? I seem to have the upper hand, sweets.”

You hated the way his lips curled up into his signature smirk as the nickname left his mouth. Your hands acted on their own accord as they grabbed his face and crashed his lips onto yours. His response was automatic, hands coming to cradle your face to bring you closer to himself.

The kiss was a mess of tongue and teeth, both of you still in an attempt to win an imaginary battle against the other. He pushed you and you pushed back harder against him. Around and around you two went in desperate attempts to put the other in their place…until Crosshair’s comm sounded.

The sniper let out a discontented huff as your mouth left his as you pulled the comm from the belt at his hips.

“We’re still on a mission, sweets,” you reminded him, reveling in the way his jaw ticked as you used the nickname against him before turning back to the comm and assuring Hunter that you and Crosshair were en route to the Marauder. “We gotta get going.”

Despite his groaning, he still shifted off of you and offered you a hand to help you stand up.

You brushed yourself off and took in Crosshair’s usual frown. “Cheer up, Cross.”

“I don’t like being interrupted,” he replied, pulling a toothpick from the pocket on his belt.

Shrugging, you grabbed the toothpick from his hand and put it in your own mouth. “Don’t worry. We’ll finish this later.”

The corners of Crosshair’s mouth ticked up at your insinuation. “I like that plan, sweets.”

Although you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help the fond smile from growing on your face. Instead of granting him a response you simply turned and started the trek back to the Marauder with Crosshair right beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. Yeah, you’d definitely be finishing this later.

#tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #crosshair x reader #star wars tbb #the bad batch star wars #star wars #star wars the bad batch #tbbe24 #tbb starwars #star wars the clone wars #bad batch crosshair

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