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mooonjin · 1 year

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His Nature

Notes: this was so rushed! i had an idea nd really had to jot it down. sorry if itsd not the best aaaaack but pls enjoy!

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!reader

Summary: A clone bred for battle eventually harbours feelings for you and someone who's been a soldier his whole life, has to find a way to confess. Unfortunately, his personality is his only obstacle.

Warnings/Tags: one or two curse words, Crosshair being Crosshair, jealousy, minor yelling (if you squint), mild kissing, fluff tehe — tell me if I've missed anything!

For once, the Batchers didn't have some absurd mission to go on. They didn't have any yapping from Cid and rarely had to go out for supplies. Not even the Marauder was damaged.

They were all free to basically do whatever they wanted to do; on their own or with the others if they desired. Earlier, some of them suggested that they should just sleep the day away, get some rest in. Others wanted to get training in to 'improve'.’ Any civvie would object and say that they didn't need to improve on anything.

It wasn't much of surprise when Tech suggested the whole Batch do spring cleaning and reorganise their stuff in the Marauder. The entire group groaned and walked off when the words left the clone's mouth.

He merely shook his head and tended to his mini projects. It put a sort of disappointed expression on your face when Tech used free time to tinker with mechanics. You always encouraged him to go out and have fun but you would always be met with his index finger in the air, followed by something along the lines of 'this device requires my undivided attention' or 'time isn't a luxury to be wasted, this is crucial to be worked on.’

Wrecker opted to sleep and eat. Mainly eat and sit around with Echo though. He considered him his 'chillaxing buddy.’ You thought it was pretty cute how the two of them would laugh at each other. You always caught Wrecker punching Echo's chest and him having to suffer in silence from the relatively harsh contact. He'd forget it eventually and brush it off. You love it when you see such war-intelligent soldiers have a laugh.

Hunter kept himself occupied with his vibro-knife and the stray lothcat by his ankles. Ord Mantell wasn't super luxurious; it was definitely habitable and had hidden gems placed around the town so it wasn't much of a surprise when you would be able to spot stray animals. The broody clone had a soft spot and this lothcat basically won his heart. The soft creature was very fond of his long hair. It's like they were twinning.

And now for the man who always seems to never be in your vision when everybody is out of the shuttle.

Crosshair.

A grump in the corner.

It's his nature. He can't change that. You can't change that.

And what was Crosshair doing?

Go on, give a good guess.

That's right, he was cleaning his rifle! The clone had probably brushed the surface of that weapon too many times to count. Honestly, it was slowly becoming a mirror. He was leaning against a large rock, one leg limp on top of a smaller rock resting under his knee. The other leg supporting his rifle while his nifty, slim fingers clutched a cloth to get right into the rifles' crevices.

You observed the clones. Despite being created from the same Fett, they all had a personality of their own and it warmed your heart when you saw them outside of the battle field. What didn't warm Crosshair's heart was your personality.

It was too bright for him. Too joyful. Too energetic. Too... you.

Yet he liked it.

Sure, he might have a some drops of feelings for you but that didn't matter. That thought was too busy becoming clouded by the intense "hatred" he had for you. But would you consider it hatred?

"Whatcha doin'?" you took a snoop into the cockpit of the Marauder. It wasn't much of a shock to find Tech perched on the pilot's seat with wires and boards on his lap. There were several tools on the floor as well as being scattered across the control panels. Some were organised in his tool belt — by the Maker it was a mess.

A zap of sparks erupted quickly and faded shortly after. It repeated this pattern until Tech placed down his previous tool to pick up another. With a gentle push of his goggles using the pad of his index finger, he replied, "Repairing," it was dry and fast. He seemed busy. The clinking of the tools filled the silent void as you watched him carefully.

Tech liked that about you. His brothers weren't big fans of his rambles or his projects — unless it was mission related — but you always found time to open your ears to listen. Even with his lack of showing emotion, you read him easily. His body spoke more than he did.

And Crosshair hated that about you.

Crosshair could be the quietest, most invisible person in the group yet you could still understand what was bothering him. It annoyed him how you always came up to him when he was by himself, minding his own business.

Yet there was still that flutter of appreciation whenever you approached him.

"And what is it you're repairing?" you leaned against the panel, gently pushing his tools so you could make some room to comfortably rest against. Tech noticed this, quickly discarding the project for a bit to sort the tools you pushed aside. You muttered an apology under your breath before Tech sat back down and glued his eyes onto the contraption on his lap.

"Our chip scanner. Due to the crash we sustained previously and fortunately recovered from, the scanner was not able to avoid damage. We still haven't surgically removed Hunter's chip yet so that is what I'm working towards with the time I have, currently." a grin appeared on your face. Tech was super caring about his brothers and the fact that he used his own time for somebody else showed that.

"You're cute, I'll be outside if y'need me." you patted his shoulder before walking off to exit the shuttle. A small blush creeped onto Tech's face but he shook it off and continued his work on the apparatus.

As you stepped outside the ship, you inhaled the air of Ord Mantell. The smell wasn't as grim as you expected since the town always looked like it marinates in rust, dirt, and grease. They always parked the shuttle near the heart of the food corner. Every building had at least one canteen for alcohol and a couple of food stalls out in the front.

Mantell mix was the most popular selling street food. Wrecker made it seem a lot more delicious than it sounded. He had already finished the two bags when you offered to go pay for it. That's where most of the credits disappeared to.

You walked over to Hunter who was being smothered by the stray lothcat. It chirped and squeaked as it attacked his neck and long hair. His laughs were muffled and tried to roll over to get the cat off of him. You laughed as you approached him, gaining enough of the cats attention to hop off of Hunter. A sigh left his lips, a little worn out from the play-fight he faced.

"It likes you," you gently ran the pads of your fingers along its head, calming down the creature before it ran off at the sight of a trash panda.

"It likes everyone," Hunter sat up to brush off the excess fur the cat managed to shed onto him. It almost looked like Hunter had extensions due to the hair that clung on him.

You dusted your hands off, bits of fur flying everywhere, "I kinda need your help," Hunter's eyes peeked through his hair. He brushed it back to pay attention to what you had to say next. "I know it's probably not my problem, but Cross's been a little... grumpy? Not!—in a bad way just, yeah. Y'know?"

"Well, that's Crosshair alright." Hunter lowly chuckled.

You sighed in defeat. You didn't exactly know how to word your situation. You wanted to hang out with him, make amends for whatever he held a grudge on you for, and just overall be good friends with him. He cares deeply about his brothers but is always so distant. That was his way of bonding.

You've liked Crosshair for a while now. He might not be a conversationalist or a particularly extroverted person, but you liked him. He was content and mostly kept to himself. He was caring and showed that by reassuring gestures; like he did on Skako Minor when you went to rescue Echo.

Hunter cheered you up a bit, letting you sit with him for a bit to ease any pressure off your chest. He was like this father figure; his leadership skills poking through every now and then. The both of you joked around, laughing and elbowing each other playfully as you found a rhythm to keep each other productive and happy.

In the distance, Crosshair's eyes were very piercing, similar to how he'd peer through his rifle lens. It's like he was about to fire a blaster shot at your direction with his stare. The toothpick in between his teeth felt like it was going to snap due to how hard his teeth were gritting. It was his pet peeve, seeing you pounce on his brothers to get laughs out of them or just to hang out with in general.

Dare say... jealousy?

"Relax, they're not gonna do anything." Echo left Wrecker to sleep off his food coma. Everybody could no doubt hear his snores ring through the alleyways. Echo noticed how hard Crosshair was staring at Hunter. But it was you who really had his attention.

"I know." his response came out snappier and coarse than he anticipated. Although, he didn't care.

You finally left Hunter to tend to his own time, standing up to supposedly find Wrecker. A chuckle was emitted when you found him asleep, mouth open, releasing snores after snores. Your eyes scanned the area to look for the other Batchers when you made eye contact with Echo.

Then Crosshair.

A smile grew on your lips, waving gently before jogging over the brothers. A scoff left Crosshair's mouth as you sat down in front of the sniper but deep down, his heart was fluttering, "Whatcha doin?" Echo smiled, patting his brother on the back before leaving the both of you to chat.

Curse Echo, Crosshair thought.

"Guess." Crosshair mumbled, butterflies quickly filling his stomach as you spoke to him.

"Target practice?"

"Hm," you could hardly tell if the answer was a yes or a no. He couldn't handle it — he couldn't handle you, your sweet scent and aura. It drove him crazy. He stood up, grabbing his rifle and made his way to the Marauder. You managed to catch up to him seeing as he looked to be in a hurry.

"Cross, slow down!" you chuckled playfully. He did not slow down but instead kept walking.

You were annoying sometimes to him. Ever since you joined their Batch, he had to resist from reporting you straight away, simply because you were too good for them. He just wanted you to shut up; it's clear as day that he wasn't used to such a bright atmosphere. Especially being around soldiers of war.

He was a patient man but his thoughts were almost so unreadable, you couldn't get the hint. Crosshair is very durable and can endure circumstances normal folk wouldn't be able to handle. It was derived from his nature as well as his enhancements.

"Cross? Hellooo?" you hummed out.

He finally turned around to acknowledge you but not in a good way. His eyes felt sharper than ever, staring down your figure. He swiftly checked his surroundings before hauling you into the Marauder. You let out a surprise yelp from the sheer force he used to get you inside. The doors shut with a quiet hiss.

It felt like no one was here, only yours and Crosshairs' clanking footsteps against the metal were to be heard throughout the shuttle, "Woah, s'everything alright?—"

"—Get your fucking act together." he snapped, the roughness in his voice was harsher than you've ever heard.

Your personal bubble was popped and he way was too close to your face. A couple more inches forward and you'd practically be kissing. Not that you'd complain but given the situation, those thoughts depleted.

"What?" you muttered, timid and weakly. You genuinely had no idea what you were doing to Crosshair and it sort of pained you. If only you knew what you did to him.

"Did I stutter?" his words were laced with venom. It felt hot, his fiery attitude being poured all over you like lava. "Do you always have to be so... so..." his voice faded out, the end of his sentence replaced with a low, frustrated groan. You stood there in shock. Where did this Crosshair come from? Did you do this? "...So happy all the time?"

Crosshair's fists clenched at his sides. You could see them shake from how hard he was clutching, "There's no point living without it so... yeah."

"The whole batch has to live with it and act like we enjoy it," he poked a finger at your shoulder, pushing it so you stumbled a bit. He did this until you were backed up against the cool metal of the shuttle. His words pained you like he shot a blaster through your heart. An odd shiver rushed to your face. It felt hot like tears were about to spill.

All your feelings towards him were now second thoughts.

"We would all appreciate it if you..." he waved his hand in exaggerated thought, "...weren't so you." the point stung. Crosshair has always been this honest and straight-forward person, no matter what effect it would do to others around him. He turned around, not facing you to rub his forehead.

He was more than annoyed now, but it was his attempt to gain attention from you. Truthfully, he had no idea how to talk to you without sounding like such a dick. Honestly, he was more nervous than he was annoyed.

Suddenly, a jolt of confidence washed over you, causing you grab Crosshair's shoulder to spin him around so he could make proper eye contact with you, "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" a small smirk grew on his lips, obviously enjoying how you've managed to lose all composure with just his words. It was also slightly attractive seeing you angry from his point of view.

"How sensitive," you grumbled in fury at his one-liner. It took all of your strength not to pounce on this 6ft clone and slap that stupid smirk off his face as well as shoving his toothpick where the Mantell sun doesn't shine.

"That happiness, this... joy. It's all for a list to tick off," you were more than confused at what he was rambling about.

"Because you're so desperate for somebody to like you,"

"Because you seek validation,"

"Because—"

Enough!

You sent a slap to his face, knocking the toothpick out of his mouth. You were breathing heavily and all Crosshair did was lowly chuckle at your miserable state of mixed emotions. Your lip began to quiver as his words repeated in your head, tauntingly. Salty tears began collecting at the bottom of your eye, blurring your vision briefly.

Crosshair watched your composure unfold, crumbling before him, "Go on, cry it all out." his hand reached to the back of his armor for a new toothpick. He sat back down on a swivel chair to clean his rifle for the hundredth time as if he didn't just yell at you.

You couldn't believe it.

Short intakes of breaths ensued. You inhaled and exhaled, trying not to let yourself fully sob in front of Crosshair. But as tears began to take their full form in your eyes, they threatened to fall.

"Maybe liking you was a mistake."

His eyes widened for a second at your confession.

"Wai—"

You slammed the key panel door open and ran out of the Marauder, holding your eyes to prevent the tears from flowing. Your heart felt like shattering at that moment. Every time your foot hit the ground as you ran, your knees were on the verge of giving up.

Maker, you were so sensitive. It infuriated you. You felt helpless as you continued to run. At this point, your hands were stained with a thin layer of your tears. Small drops escaping and running down your arm, falling off your elbows.

The abrupt noise of the Marauders door opening caught the attention of Hunter who saw you run off into town. He glanced back at the open shuttle, assuming something had happened in there.

Tech, who was quiet as a mouse, had listened to the whole ordeal unravel. His brothers words were harsh and cruel and the fact it was enough to send you in a crying fit, he had to do something about it.

The cockpit doors swung open, Tech holding his holopad in one hand as he walked to where Crosshair sat. He appeared unfazed like he didn't yell at you, cleaning his rifle like it was any normal day, "Care to explain what you did?"

The sniper moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, the sound of his rifle parts clicking back together filling in the silence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, apart from what I overheard, there is something to be talked about—"

"—Crosshair, what did you do this time?" Hunter practically burst through the Marauder door, panting and demanding that his brother gives him the answer he's looking for. Tech clicked a couple of buttons on his datapad, also awaiting some sort of answer.

Crosshair sent a careless look to Hunter and that was enough to send him through the roof. He snatched the rifle out of his hands, tossing it to the side to get Crosshair's full attention. He stood up, looking Hunter dead in the eye. The two clones had a stare-off. It was really a sight to look at; a 6ft and almost 6ft soldier one upping each other. They exchanged glares, eyes becoming narrow as the time passed.

"Guys, come on." Tech waved his hand to the side. He knew better to sort this problem when calmer minds prevailed.

"Apologise or something worse will happen." Crosshair shoved Hunter to the side. He'd rather get this stupid apology over and done with so he didn't have yapping next to his ear. He scoffed, spitting out his toothpick, essentially littering but did he care? Not one bit.

As he walked down the pathways of Ord Mantell, he avoided eye contact with everybody, shoving off marketeers who attempted to convince him to purchase something. His hand snaked to the back of his neck, scratching gently at the hairs that faded down to his neck.

Had he been too harsh to tell you that? Yes, it might've been out of jealousy but in all honesty, Crosshair was oblivious when it came to showing affection. Not that it justified his big fit.

He liked you. He really did, but there was no one to help him with these unfamiliar feelings as a clone. From a young age, all he ever received was nasty insults from regs and the puny support of his brothers. They tried their best so Crosshair always acted like it helped him.

It didn't.

You were sat on a bench, staring off into the distance. Your eyes followed the dusty mountain range of Ord Mantell. There was nothing much to look at, it looked the same along the horizon. The skies made up for it; cotton candy-like clouds gently travelling across the sky and occasionally hitting the tops of the mountains.

Your tears managed to dry up, though your face was still warm and flushed. Crosshair's words kept ringing through your head. Did he really think of you that way? Did all of them think of you that way? Absurd scenarios circled your mind. A pit of guilt dropped onto you; if they had felt that way about you, wouldn't they have told you?

The questions you asked yourself didn't help the situation.

Would they care if you left their group?

Who hates you the most?

Have they considered decommissioning you?

You picked at the dried mud on your armor, slowly tracing the Batcher's signature skull. Just as you were about to call the group about your consideration of leaving, crunching footsteps approached you. It was soft and didn't seem hostile. Out of your peripheral, you could see a tall, head down, Crosshair. Huh, rare.

"Are you here t'tell me I'm 'too sad' for your liking now?" you let out a sarcastic chuckle. His words still pained you and the audacity for him to come looking for you was really insulting.

"Came to apologise." your eyes went a little wide. You never thought those simple words would leave his mouth. You had to admit, he sounded genuine. You stood up to face him to find that he was already looking straight at you. His eyes rested, the generation wrinkles on his forehead weren't visible.

"I'm... sorry for talking to you that way." he muttered. He squinted his eyes, cringing at his apology.

He was about to walk back to the shuttle until you spoke up.

"Crosshair," you began, softly. "wait, please." your words were lightweight as they reached Crosshair, in hopes to make him feel a little better.

This time, he stopped, though he couldn't bare to look into your eyes. Even if it was the shortest moment of gazing into your delicate irises, his chest would clench and butterflies would spawn again.

Your words affected him so much, a simple 'hello' would send him into a blushing fit. He was lucky enough to have his helmet hiding it for him.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "if I made you feel like I was being too happy." your eyes dropped to the ground, not daring to make eye contact either.

Crosshair was in disbelief. How could you be the one apologising when he initiated this? It took him a lot of strength so he wouldn't start protesting and objecting your apology. It gained him enough confidence to make another attempt at making eye contact without looking like he was about to shoot a battle droid.

The atmosphere shifted, making you feel his stare smoother than before. It wasn't piercing this time. It had the intention of care and forgiveness in it — a second chance.

Like a wary animal, he inched towards you, trying not to seem too forward. You followed his eyes as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you. He got closer and closer until it was just your chest plates touching. The small 'clink' alerting the both of you.

Admittedly, it was difficult to avoid staring at his facial features. You always took the chance to admire how his cheek bones were so defined, it could cut you if you went too close. The soft skin above is eyebrows when he rested his eyes. His peach pink lips that are just... so kissable.

Not even Crosshair could hold back with his stares. Just like yours, his eyes wandered, admiring your facial features so close.

His impaulsive thoughts won him over, he shoved off his helmet, his hand quickly taking its place against the side of your torso to pull you in as close as he could get you — curse this armour.

You let out a squeal, your lips captured in his, but the warmth you were just getting use to was lost in the next second. Judging by your shocked expression, Crosshair took it as a sign. It was stupid and he should've asked you first.

"Forgiv—"

You cut his words off with your lips capturing his this time. He let out a low grunt as your lips began to dance. It was slow and gentle, showing more affection than hatred towards one another. Crosshair sighed into the kiss, you could tell how touch-starved this man was and you weren't surprised.

Sometimes war prevents stuff like this from happening. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to ravish the feel of your lips against his. His hands rested under your jawline, cradling your face and holding you closer than ever.

Despite having the toughest demeanour out of his brothers, his touch didn't go unnoticed. Surprisingly, it was gentle and caring. You could feel his hands roam your body on the thinnest parts of your armour until they rested behind your neck.

With a small 'pop,’ you both pulled away. You couldn't help the smile that grew when you saw Crosshair's eyes. They remained shut like he was dreaming, trying to keep that kiss as a memory. Slowly, they fluttered open and blush creeped up on him.

"What was all this for?"

"What?" he mumbled, his lips still wet from the kiss.

"This—to get me to forgive you?" you crossed your arms.

"No, maker," he sighed, angrily. "I like you."

Your arms fell to your sides, almost going limp. Your heart was thumping, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I hated you. I didn't know how." he went back to his squinting expression.

You cracked a sympathetic smile, pulling Crosshair into a hug. Initially, he didn't hug back. The sudden action sent shockwaves of butterflies throughout his body. There it is again. He would be crashing down on his knees if you weren't holding him right now. Such a small gesture could make a broody man shrink.

"I'll take the reigns then, if you'll let me?" you held out your hand, implying he should take it in his if he wanted to. And he did just that. His hand — a lot larger than yours — rested against your palm, interlocking his fingers. You shot him a caring grin. You didn't expect him to do anything back, not wanting to push him into the deep end just yet.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." he didn't have his helmet this time to cover up the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

The two of you walked back into town. An impatient and slightly irritated Hunter was rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. His façade seemed to diminish when he heard your footsteps approaching, his broody expression being replaced to a more happy state.

You and Crosshair reached the door of the Marauder, "I see the both o'you made up—“

"Stow it, Sergeant." Crosshair snapped. You patted Hunter's shoulder, reassuringly.

"Please don't tell me they're gonna do something..." Echo chimed in from behind, worried for his life.

Tech shrugged. Who knows what you'll do with Crosshair.

Maybe teach him some manners first.

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masterjedilenawrites · 4 months

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Clone Force Omega story prompt: Omega gets a boyfriend or girlfriend and her little brothers suddenly become very protective of her and live up to their nickname "the Bad Batch".

Clone Force Omega: Part 3

Love this prompt! Gave me just the boost of motivation I needed to keep going with the AU.

Now, this chapter won't quite get to the boyfriend/girlfriend part, but you'll see how I'm setting it up. I also decided that Omega wouldn't go to the Lawquane's right away like Hunter had in the show. I'm not cutting their part out of the AU completely, just reordering things a bit.

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Omega & The Bad Batch | 4.2k words

Content: Canon-typical violence/fighting/peril, some flirty banter,

The one blessing of having four young kids to look out for, was never having a moment quiet enough to think about the demons you were running from.

Omega recognized this blessing immediately, knowing if she had been alone on this ship, she'd likely have started falling apart by now. The Republic was gone, changed into something cold and ugly. Her life as a lone soldier was done, her sense of purpose and identity now floating nebulous in the wind like the smoky remnants of a fire. And Echo...

"Omega, what does this do?" a little voice called out, just before bunks started sliding out of the wall with a harsh grating sound, revealing that they'd clearly never been used in all the time the ship had been in commission.

She was about to scold Tech for being nosy, knowing there were worse buttons to push without knowing what they'd do first, but then decided the bunk beds gave an opportunity to redirect their attentions.

"Oh good, just in time for bed," she said with feigned cheer.

There was a chorus of whines from around the ship. None of them thought they'd still have a bedtime while on an adventure. How lame.

But in spite of the protests, she still managed to get them to comply with the promise that sleep would make them even stronger and smarter than they already were. And they'd need a lot of strength and brain power if they were going to visit their first planet outside of Kamino.

"What's it going to be like?" Hunter asked eagerly as she tucked each of them in. "Are there going to be trees?"

"Ooh, what about mountains?" asked Wrecker with an equally excited lilt to his voice. "Or volcanoes?"

"I want to see a bird," chimed in Tech. "I read that sometimes they are really small, and sometimes they are really big."

"Go to sleep," Omega repeated, crossing over to the other set of bunks. "You'll see soon enough."

She finished her round of tuck-ins with Crosshair, who was usually the quietest of the bunch, but Omega knew that didn't always mean he had nothing to say. She leaned in close as she pulled the blanket up to his chin.

"What do you want to see?" she whispered so the others wouldn't hear her special treatment. She wasn't sure why she had such a soft spot for the little grump; he really could be a brat sometimes. But truthfully, she could be one, too. Maybe that was why.

Crosshair blinked up at her with eyes she knew had been enhanced even more than hers had. There'd be a lot for those eyes to take in, wherever they ended up going. But his response didn't answer her question.

"What's going to happen to us?" he asked, also, thankfully, in a whisper.

She could already hear Wrecker snoring behind them. Hunter was the only one who could probably hear at this point. She'd have to choose her words carefully so neither would panic.

"I don't know," she decided to go with the truth. A simple version of it, anyway. "But I promise, no matter what happens, I will take care of you. We're family. We stick together."

That seemed to satisfy Crosshair, at least enough for him to close his eyes when she repeated the instruction to go to sleep.

Omega returned to the cockpit and sat down in her seat heavily. A stray wisp of hair tickled her cheek so she started undoing her braid, running her fingers through her curls as they bounced free. Every pass of her hand from her scalp the ends of her hair, a new troublesome thought seemed to enter her mind. What was going to happen to them? Where were they even going? What was this new Empire really all about? How could Echo have...

She stopped that thought as a sudden lump pushed its way in her throat. She knew she couldn't explain Echo's behavior, just as she couldn't answer any of those other pesky questions. Not without all the facts. The logical side of her brain, a trait she shared with Tech, insisted she investigate before coming to any wild conclusions.

So she swept her unruly hair behind her shoulder and leaned forward in her seat, tapping around on the holomap and doing some quick mental-calculations. She didn't know where to get information, but she knew someone who might. Unfortunately, the Empire's crews hadn't refueled her ship, or even restocked on rations, since she'd returned from her last mission. She could picture the stomachs of four growing boys growling as soon as they woke up, and knew that wouldn't do. And all that was in addition to the fact that it wouldn't take long for the ship's signature to be put on a wanted list, if it hadn't been already.

They'd need to make a supply run first. And get the ship's code scrambled before it drew unwanted attention. Omega swiped at the map and saw Pantora was the closest planet. That would have to do.

* * *

Omega had once dreamed about taking the boys off Kamino. Just for a day. Most clones, including herself, had to wait until they were fully grown and fully trained before they were mobilized off planet for the first time. Occasionally groups of young cadets were taken on field trips, but it was almost always within the confines of a spacecraft, never on ground. Omega wanted different for her brothers. They were special, a secret project. Why shouldn't they be given special privileges as well?

She would've taken them somewhere warm, green, and full of wildlife. Somewhere like Naboo or Alderaan. She'd let them run around in nature, feel the tactile sensations of dirt beneath their toes and sunshine on their faces. They could climb a tree that wasn't holographic, swim in water what wasn't dark and cold, run as fast and as long as they wanted without the danger of reaching the end of a platform. For one day, they could just be kids.

Pantora certainly had its fair share of luscious landscapes that would've suited such a day perfectly. Unfortunately, there were no supplies out in the Pantoran wilderness. So the boys' first experience stepping foot on another planet was within a city. And though she kept it to herself, Omega was not happy about it.

Cities were not her thing. Too many people, too many dark alleyways. It was difficult enough to process the amount of sensory input and keep watch of her own back, but now she'd have to do it with four young boys in tow. And not only that, but there was simply too much to do in such a short time frame. What a nightmare.

"Tech, have you ever had to scramble a ship's signature before?" she asked, already knowing the answer but needing to humor her need for hope anyway.

"No, but I know how to look up ships by their signatures when looking through the archives!" he grinned, very proud of himself despite the fact that was not the same thing. Not even close.

The Marauder had just touched down but she held back on lowering the ramp for a few minutes while she chewed on her lip in thought. She hated the idea of splitting them up but she couldn't see any way around it. Not unless they had the luxury of staying here all week, which they most certainly did not.

"Okay, here's the plan," she finally said, spinning around.

"Is this a mission plan?" asked Hunter as they crowded around her in a surprising show of obedience.

"Yep. Our first mission. You boys ready?"

They all nodded eagerly. If this was the only way to keep their attentions, so be it.

"Tech, you're going to stay with the ship and scramble it. I'll be talking you through everything on comms. Don't do anything until I give you the instruction. Copy?"

"Copy that," Tech nodded and pushed up his goggles.

"Wrecker, you're also going to stay and keep watch. If anyone comes poking around asking questions, let them know your parents are exchanging credits and will be back soon."

"Parents?" Wrecker's nose scrunched in confusion.

"Yes, it's a cover story."

"Ohh," he said, still looking confused.

Omega decided to not waste time trying to explain more. She also wasn't going to tell him that she thought he was the best chance at defending himself and Tech should, gods-forbid, anyone try to harm or capture them.

"Hunter, Crosshair, you two are going to follow me into town for supplies. You're going to keep an eye on things and let me know if you sense any danger."

Both boys gave nods and salutes of their own.

Omega breathed deeply through her nose. "Okay. That's the plan. Let's go."

Thankfully the boys had already been wearing fairly casual clothes, though she'd had to carefully rip off the old Republic logos from the sleeves while they'd slept. She had been in her blacks upon leaving, but she always kept a spare change of civvy clothes on board for her undercover missions, so she'd changed into those earlier as well. After quickly buying off the shipyard foreman to not ask questions for the next half cycle, they set off on their respective tasks.

"Okay, Tech, you're going to start by locating the rear parallax inverters..." she began listing off instructions into the comms link as soon as they hit the main street of the city.

Walking Tech through the procedure, looking for market stalls with deals on rations and fuel, keeping an eye on two boys who were in awe at every little thing around them, and steering clear of the parade of Imperial soldiers marching about proved to be quite the challenge. Though one of Omega's strong suits was multitasking, she still had her hands full.

"Crosshair, keep up!" she shouted back at the boy, who had stopped to pet a friendly Tooka on the side of the road.

"Why is everyone cheering?" Hunter asked, tugging at her sleeve for an answer to the dozenth question he'd asked in the past two minutes.

"End of the war," Omega quickly responded before pressing the button on the comm link and answered a different question from a different brother. "Yes, Tech, the one with the blinking light. Have Wrecker help you pull it out. Gently."

She then turned into a stall and saddled up to the counter, plopping an old pyro denton grenade between her and the merchant. "I'd like to do a trade."

She spent the next ten minutes continuing to bounce between the various demands for her attention, haggling with the merchant, walking Tech through the complicated procedure of rewiring the key, making sure Wrecker was being useful by putting all the other parts back into the ship. But at some point, she'd decided Hunter and Crosshair didn't need as much of her focus as they both amused themselves playing with the lost Tooka. It wasn't until she'd finally sold the merchant on the value of her grenade did she then turn around and notice they were gone.

"Hunter? Cross?" she called out, rushing to the street and looking both ways.

"They went that way," the merchant told her, pointing toward her left. "Chased that poor creature away."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

Omega was more frustrated than frantic. She half-walked, half-jogged down the road, careful to look down alleys and within stalls, just in case her brothers were hiding there.

She paused at an intersection, glancing at the three options before her for only a second each. Somehow, she felt that she had to go down the one on the right. Her instincts never steered her wrong.

No sooner had she turned the corner did Crosshair come rushing up to her. She was relieved, but fully prepared to start scolding the boy for running off in a strange place like that. But the panic in Crosshair's eyes stopped her.

"Where's Hunter?" she asked instead.

Crosshair pointed down the road. "There's this lady. She said she'd help us find you but took us the wrong way. Hunter wouldn't listen to me."

Omega started running, making sure Cross was just a step behind her. Soon the road twisted and she saw a little head of messy brown hair through the crowd ahead.

"Hunter!" she called out. The little boy stopped and turned with a big grin on his face. He was holding some kind of fruit.

"There she is!" he said to the person standing next to him. "That's my sister, Omega!"

Sure enough, someone was accompanying him, though Omega could see right away that she was less of a lady and more like a bounty hunter.

"Hunter, get over here right now," Omega barked. She could hear the garbled voice of Tech coming from the comm link in her hand, asking for his next instructions, but she shoved it into her pocket. She kept her hand hovering by her hip, where her trusty blaster hung at the ready.

"It's okay, Omega," Hunter called back, taking a bite out of the fruit he held. "She was helping us look for you."

Crosshair clutched at the back of Omega's shirt and shook his head at his brother. At least one of them had a healthy sense of stranger danger, Omega thought.

"Yes, Hunter and I were getting to know each other," the girl said. Her tone was friendly enough, but Omega could see the threat in her eyes. They looked even more dangerous as soon as the girl put her helmet on, big brown eyes that squinted confidently through a slat in the helmet. Omega now wished she'd brought her own, but it would've drawn too much unwanted attention.

Instead, Omega crouched with her hand now resting firmly on the hilt of her blaster. Her opponent did the same. A good old fashioned stand off that would've been a lot more fun had Hunter not been in between them.

"Cowering behind a kid, very brave," she called to the girl, hoping some banter might buy her some time to get a plan together.

"What can I say," the girl responded, "I'm an opportunist."

That drew Hunter's attention to what was really going on. Now his eyes were as wide and scared as Crosshair's had been.

"Omega?" he whined as he dropped his fruit.

"How much is the bounty?" Omega spoke over him and asked the girl.

"More than you can afford to buy me out of."

"Maybe I have something worth more than credits to you."

The girl laughed. "A defective clone on the run from the Empire? With four little boys hanging on her back? That practically pays for my retirement. There's nothing I want more."

"Pft, retirement's overrated," Omega egged on. "You'd get bored. Hitch a ride with me, though, and I'll show you the adventure of a lifetime."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Well... Is it working?"

"Hmm, not really."

The girl didn't give Omega a chance to come up with any further quips. She whipped out her blaster and started firing, giving Omega no choice but to duck for cover. Crosshair jumped with her, though somehow he had pulled out one of her vibroblades from behind her back.

"Hey, let's switch," she said, pulling out her blaster to give to the boy and taking the blade instead. "I have an idea."

Meanwhile, Hunter had thrown himself at the girl, trying to wrestle the blaster out of her hands. Omega scowled as she looked around the crate they'd hidden behind to see him so brazenly fight a bounty hunter ten times as skilled. Once they got out of this mess and away from Pantora, she'd have to find some time to train the boys on safer tactics.

Even so, she didn't immediately rush out. Hunter was distracting the girl's attention just enough for Omega to slip behind a different crate that was a little closer. She motioned for Crosshair to stay where he was. And then, as soon as the girl had twisted around in an attempt to push Hunter to the ground, Omega jumped out and hurled the vibroblade.

The girl was too fast. She grabbed at a wicker basket lid from a nearby stall and used it as a shield. The blade lodged itself in it.

Omega was a little faster. She rushed out from the crate while the blade had still been circling in the air. The girl flipped the lid around to try and dislodge the blade, but Omega was already upon her, shoving her knee right into the girl's abdomen.

"Hunter, run!" Omega barked as she tried to wrestle the lid away. She didn't look to see if the boy listened, putting all her might into the hand-to-hand combat she was now locked in with this bounty hunter.

"You fight dirty, clone," the girl gritted through her teeth, parrying one of Omega's punches with the but of her blaster.

Omega let go of the lid so she could roundhouse kick the blaster out of the girl's hands. It went clattering down the street, causing several people to shriek as they realized a serious fight was breaking loose. Great. No doubt those Imperial soldiers would soon be showing up.

The girl didn't mourn the loss of her blaster, instead taking advantage of the blade having fallen out of the lid as Omega dropped it. She somersaulted over the thing, grasping the hilt and kicking out at Omega's legs in one smooth swoop. Omega would've been impressed had she not had the wind knocked out of her.

Then the bounty hunter was on top of her, the hum of the vibroblade reaching Omega's ears before the blade itself got too close. She gasped for air as she threw up her wrists, criss-crossing them underneath the girl's hand and pushing back. The girl's other hand came around and grasped at Omega's throat.

"Hell of a way to flirt back," Omega rasped, still pushing with all her might to get the blade away from her face.

Surprisingly, the bounty hunter grinned. Or at least, Omega assumed she did, given the wrinkles around her eyes.

"Honey, these aren't even my best moves."

Sudden blaster fire came from above, clipping the bounty hunter in the shoulder. She cried out and jerked back just enough for Omega to grab the blade and pull. A sharp, electrical pain radiated up to her elbow as the thing pierced through her palm, but she didn't care. She kicked upward, making contact with the girl's rear end and sending her sprawling.

"Omega!" Hunter called out to her. Crosshair was next to him holding a smoking blaster in shaky hands.

Omega flipped herself onto her feet and immediately started sprinting before the bounty hunter could recover herself. Hunter and Crosshair followed, running as fast as their little legs could carry them.

Blaster fire followed as well. The bounty hunter had found her gun again. They kept running.

"Citizens! Halt!" A few of the local police had arrived at the scene, but Omega and her brothers went barreling past them.

She turned them down an alleyway to escape both of the threats that were now close behind. Her mind was frantic, unsure how they could make it back to the ship before someone caught up to them. Even if they managed to get off planet, they were still screwed. With little fuel and a bounty on their heads, they were essentially trapped.

"Omega!"

The voice that called her faint and distorted, so much so she almost didn't hear it over her racing heartbeat. She turned back to see Hunter and Crosshair were keeping pace, but neither looked like they had been trying to say anything.

"Omega!" it came again. And then she remembered the comm link in her pocket.

"Tech!" she huffed into the mic. "Get the ship running, now!"

"I already did!" he responded proudly. "You left the comm on and we heard shooting. We're coming to your rescue!"

Omega stopped running at the end of the alley, peering out to see people milling about with no clue of the chaos she brought with her. Hunter and Crosshair pulled up next to her, huffing and puffing.

She brought a hand to her temple and tried to think. Tech couldn't fly a ship, no matter how badly he believed he could. But, if she could talk him through the basics like she had with the signature key, and if her and the boys could find higher ground, they just may have a shot at escape.

"Tech," she whispered into the comm link. "There's a satellite tower just north of the docking bay. You're going to pick us up at the top. Now, listen very carefully. You're only going to push the buttons I tell you to."

"And what do I do?" came Wrecker's voice.

"Help him navigate."

Omega silently motioned for Hunter and Cross to follow her lead again. As calmly but as quickly as possible, they went out into the street and hurried down the lane toward the satellite tower, and all the while Omega talked Tech through the controls of the ship. She heard some concerning sounds in return, both through the comm feed as well as out in the real world. The bay was close enough to their current location that ever scrape of the ship's wings against the walls let out a harsh shriek into the surrounding area. Omega tried not to cringe.

They reached the tower and she sent the boys up the ladder first. There was no time for a pep talk, but they seemed to understand the seriousness of the situation and started climbing without a fuss. If Wrecker had been here instead, different story.

"Leaving so soon?"

The bounty hunter's voice rang out across the street from behind her. Omega looked over her shoulder, her foot resting on the first rung of the ladder.

"Just when we were getting to know each other," the girl sauntered forward. The police, or any Imperials, didn't seem to have made it yet. But Omega could sense they weren't far behind.

"The offer still stands," Omega called back, looking up briefly to see her brothers were making good progress on the ladder. "I can give you more than the Empire ever could."

She was trying to be cheeky, buy some time for Tech to get off the ground. But in a strange way, she also meant it. The future was so uncertain, it was appealing to think there could be one person out there that didn't want to kill them.

"Oh, I'm not working for the Empire," the girl responded.

Omega didn't have time to process that odd statement. The police had just rounded the corner behind the bounty hunter, and Tech had just breached the top of the landing bay wall.

Omega jumped and caught the tenth rung on the ladder and began climbing from there. There were a few blaster shots that ricocheted off the side of the tower, but the police quickly converged on the bounty hunter and put a stop to it. Omega quickly caught up to the boys, who were just reaching the top platform. She all but pushed them onto it.

"Alright Tech, nice and easy," she encouraged the young boy to move the ship forward. "The button above the thrusters lowers the ramp."

The side of the ship opened up and the ramp promptly slid out from there. Omega jumped as soon as it was close enough, and then turned to reach a hand out to the others.

Whatever confidence they'd had before was gone. Hunter looked down the gap between the platform and the ramp and Crosshair bit his lip nervously.

"It's okay, boys. You're so brave. You got this. I've got you."

Hunter swallowed and nodded his head. He was the first to try the jump. He flung his little body onto the ramp and Omega caught him square on. Seeing it was possible, Crosshair soon followed.

Omega shooed Tech out of the pilot's seat, giving him just a small high-five before she narrowed in on the task at hand. As the Marauder zipped out of the Pantoran city and back toward the darkness of space, everyone stayed silent. Today had been a lot. Too much, probably.

Omega wanted so desperately to cry, a feeling she hadn't ever been eager to indulge in. The reality of their situation was settling in deeper and deeper with each passing moment. Try as she might, she could not guarantee the safety of these boys, not with everyone in the galaxy out to get them. And for what? Why? This target on their heads was strange given the other matters the Empire seemed to need to focus on. And that bounty hunter had said she wasn't even working for the Empire. Who else could be looking for them?

She shook her head and sent them back into hyperspace. She knew where she needed to go. Looking for answers was tempting, but no longer the priority. She needed to get the boys to safety, first.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Imagine any of the bad batch havingan S/O that's a mix of all of their personalities

Being smart like Tech

Being hyper like Wrecker

Being sassy like Crosshair

Being caring like Hunter

Being soft like Echo

How to hell should I do that???? Either of them would probably be overchallenged with a person like that lol. I don't really know how to approach this, but I'll give it a try ^^''

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Combined Personality

With Tech you'd probably be helping him a lot with repairs and whenever you outsmart him or are faster than him with fixing a problem you'd be gloating like Cross would, but you'd give him a sweet kiss and hand him a snack. Sometimes he feels a little overwhelmed, but you actually always sense the right time when to calm down for him and he loves you even more for being so considerate.

Wrecker can barely keep up with you cause you got his energy with Tech's smarts, but he is fine with it, cause you are also sweet and caring and always up for his fun ideas. He has a healthy selfconfidence, he won't feel pressure or anything like that when you show of your smarts. He is proud to be with you and eager to let everyone know.

You really keep Hunter on his toes, you bring out his playfull side and he really appriciates your input and values your sweet big heart. You are also a tease, but you know how to use it to keep him in aw about you. He's for sure as hell under your spell.

Sweet Echo adores you, he is facinated and a little overwhelmed at times, but you know how to handle the sweet boy to keep him happy and comfortable around you. He's a good listener and loves to lend you an ear whenever you come up with something new. You also work with Tech on a appropriate replacement for his arm.

Crosshair probably wont admit it, but you challenge him and he actually likes that. He may grump every now and then, but he would miss your lively input and cheeky appeal if you'd turn your back on him. He's calmer than you are, obviously, but he loves watching you do your thing.

That anywhere near what you thought about?

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happydragon · 1 year

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Cuddle Pile

Cuddle Pile (575 words) by Happy_creator

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddle Pile, Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), best bro Wrecker, Soft Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch

Summary:

Wrecker makes an interesting discovery during his watch.

This fic is dedicated to the beautiful @frisklacora and their art! Please enjoy!

First, it was Hunter. He mentioned something about getting a headache, so he went to bed early. Then Echo said he was feeling beat and followed Hunter’s lead into the barracks. Once it was well into the night cycle, Wrecker volunteered to take the first watch, seeing as his genius brother sometimes forgets to wake the others for their shift because he got distracted. Echo found him that morning on his 5th cup of caf. Needless to say, Tech needed the sleep.

So there was Wrecker in the cockpit, leaning back in one seat with his feet on another, watching hyperspace fly by. He could see why Omega liked it so much. It was really captivating. He could get lost in the blue streaks. Crosshair never liked hyperspace. It put too much strain on his eyes. He always tried to take the first or last watch so he could either sleep off the strain or they’d drop out halfway into the last one. Wrecker missed his grumpy brother. He would have loved the way his bigger brother reconfigured the cannon. He might have even given one of his rare smiles. None of his other brothers appreciated firepower as Crosshair and he did. Hunter liked to use his knife, Tech preferred his brain, and Echo just looked sad whenever Wrecker got excited about firepower. He thinks it has to do something with Echo's old squad.

Startling him from his thoughts, he heard the tell-tale sign of Omega’s curtain being pushed. A quick look behind showed her climbing down the ladder. Figuring she was just using the refresher, he turned back to the viewport. He wondered if without the influence of the chip if Cross would have liked Omega. Maybe he could have taught her how to use her bow. He’d probably encourage her, what Hunter calls, reckless behavior. Just to cause Hunter grief of course. The grump would probably even join her and Wrecker on their tradition. Cross did have a bit of a sweet tooth that could rival all of them.

The sound of small beeping interrupted his thoughts before he could continue down the sad path. His timer went off to wake up Echo for his shift. As he approached the barracks, he discovered a surprising sight. Hunter, Echo, and Tech were lying on the floor with their pillows, and Omega was stretched across them with Lula in her arms. Each one of them was soundly asleep. A small smile lifted his lips. It’s been a while since his brothers had a cuddle pile. Come to think of it, this was probably Omega’s first one. Well, he wasn’t going to be one to wake her just cuz it was Echo’s turn. Plus he could use the extra time to work out with Gonky. Grabbing his blanket, since it was the largest, he draped it across his brothers and sister. Then as quietly as he could, he walked back to the cockpit to get comfortable.

His thoughts once again wandered to his wayward brother. He could almost see Cross in that room, laying right next to Hunter, facing Tech and Echo, trying to form a protective barrier around his brothers and sister. Always watching their six, even in his sleep. Tonight it was Wrecker’s turn to protect them. Until Cross comes home. The big clone will stop at nothing to get his brother back. He will make his family whole again, one way or another.

#sw tbb #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb echo #cuddle pile #the bad batch #wecker is the best

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seriowan · 1 year

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togruta!jedi oc x crosshair ??? or wolffe?? or a clone oc?? she’s soft sunshine and she needs an angry asshole counterpart. or a grump. maybe like echo. i’m too indecisive for this i need help

#kiana needs a love interest and idk who #we’ll see

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unholy-t-rin-ity · 3 years

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Blog Masterpost

Reblogged

~Comics~

Omega copies her brothers

Tech and Crosshair insult eachother

Hey clanker!

Crosshair is protective of tech

Crosshair has oral fixation

Obiwan crying in spanish

Obiwan falling on cody

Drunk Obiwan

This is why jango didn’t fucking love you

Obiwan fell down a mountain

TBB doing haka

Supervising fox’s breakdown

Fox radio broadcast

Echo misusing scomp link

Don’t leave anakin unsupervised

I loved you

Fives fighting Ahsoka

Fives found a bug

Commanders went out drinking

Croissants found a lightsaber

Bly has a competance kink

Calling Cody dad

crosshair moment of weakness

Obiwan sits like he’s posessed

Clones are good bois

Space hooters

Tech being neurodivergent

Wolffe avenge you

Tech can’t see shit

Tech swearing

Don’t name the twi’lek child

plo koon being Dad

Jedi leave their robes around, clones have fun

~Text posts~

AZI in rice

Cody the WIFI boy

Scared Wolffe

TBB season 2 hopes

Sexy obi wan costume

Obiwan tries to quit the order

C3PO is impressivly annoying

501st incorrect quotes 3

Echo one inch taller

Imperial march playing from another room

501st incorrect quotes 2

tbb incorrect quotes 1

tbb incorrect quotes 8

tbb group chat fuck word

Wolffe whos this clown

Din and space dogs

Wolffe hates anakin

TBB incorrect quotes 6

The entire fandom to crosshair

Limited vocabulary

Tbb incorrect quotes 5

echo 501st brain activated

tbb incorrect quotes 3

Trooper cottontail

Fives barcode on thigh

tbb incorrect quotes 7

Anakin starts hearing background music

501st incorrect quotes 1

tbb incorrect quotes 4

tbb incorrect quotes 2

oddly specific star wars headcannons

Fox seduces the chancellor

Hunter is short, tech holds on hip

Tup recording documentary

barracks on fire

goodnight kisses

Obiwan is gay confirmed

What was really said

Day one seminar on how to command clone troopers

palpatine’s fourth zoom meeting

501st don’t get the joke

IG-11 and boba fett

Not all men

Greef Karga

Fox’s ct number is 1010

501st headcannons

Humorous scenes from the book

about the 104th wolfpack

How to write smut

Why tech’s armor is lighter

how tech got his name

tbb tag yourself

Wolffe being a mood

Clone wars how do you like your coffee

If fives met the bad batch

Plo is clone dad

Clones what non-military career do you think youd be good at

O66 if their chips were secretly removed

Clone wars ‘bloopers’

Palps made a shiny cry

You ignorant slut

~Memes~

Hunter selling echo

Caleb kicking crosshair

Tech is angry cat

TBB fuck tier list

Star wars fuck tier list

TBB and omega as text posts

How to negotiate a higher salary

Fox in VR

On all levels except physical I am a wolf

Fives didn’t connect shit

Rex and fives relationship in one still

Two bagels

TBB madagascar penguins

the senate meeting was cancelled croissants

Wrecker as text posts

Omega as text posts

Hunter as text posts

Crosshair as text posts

Crosshair as text posts 2

Tech-st posts

Echo as text posts

Right on schedule

They’re just dancing don’t worry about it

tbb as quotes from the office

regs as quotes from the office

Anakin becomes a problem

Look at all the fucks I don’t give, anakin

Clone troopers as memes

Inhibitor chip removal at claire’s

murder is okay art

TBB spoilers without context

Starwars characters as mulaney quotes

Tech is bigfoot

Tbb as bird memes

Hands are for echo

Fives careless whisper

~Gifs~

angry cute echo

Tech and Omega

Tech in blacks

Crosshair doesn’t miss but CT-9904 does

I won’t leave you, not this time

Rex is a good listener

Tech is a confident nerd

Wrecker the gentleman

Echo needs a hug

Where is my grumpy grump

Tech panics over info

We were brothers once

TBB 1.14

Crosshair in battle simulation

This reg we like

Tech in clone wars

Clones with real face

Every named clone trooper so far

Cody and obi like meercats

Crosshair smile

Crosshair tbb

Echo watching Rex

~Art~

Echo in the sun

Echo and tech

Bad batch back together

Bad batch in civvies

Tech and Wrecker

A wild tech appears

Tech and Echo fixing stuff

Badass Obiwan and Cody

Cody in suit

Echo and Fives

Clone trooper armour

79s

Hunter and Crosshair

Drinking coffee

Loth cats and wolfpack

Tech

Wolffe and Plo

Cody

Wolffe is ready to kill C3PO

Trooper shenanigans

Ahsoka and Obiwan

Neon Rex

Rex

~Photos/ Screenshots~

Hot Echo

Tech smiling

Echo is Majestic

Angry sexy hunter

Wolffe’s legendary eye roll

TBB barracks

Crosshair icons

Rex dad joke

~Fics~

returning from the dead is easier said than done

Rex kissing reader without thinking in front of people

Stress relief

Tech Savvy

The coffee house

Keep your captains close

Random tech headcannon

Omega and Cross and Lothcats

Bad batch headcannons

Mama wolffe

Routine affection

Talk about it

Soft echo headcannons

Mistletoe mishaps

Unexpected kiss

TBB game night headcannons

flirting with clone troopers

Deaf crosshair headcannons

Tech x reader

Echo and pop

Fives misusing protection crystals

Clones giving bad relationship advice

Don’t give five’s vodka

The TILF awards

Clone dad’s and the weird/creepy things their kids say

Annual jedi council holiday party

Anakin’s hand

Wolffe’s eye

Coming out to mando

Helping wolffe shave

SW characters watching shrek

put your clothes on fives and echo

Echo good baker, fives good chef

Echo’s missing blasters

Get the captain to rest

Night before thanksgiving poem

~Fake texts~

Commanders accidentally texting you

TBB fake texts

How tbb would react to you wanting a baby

~Other??~

idfk1

idfk2

SW writing resources

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