#tbb baby au

[wreckerdecker]

Baby Talk

Tech fans… we’re all hurting right now. I decided to help ease the pain: the world NEEDS Tech bonding with baby!Omega. All fluff, no hurt, short and sweet Tech-centric baby AU. 

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“You should stop talking to her like that.”

Wrecker’s mouth clamps shut and he looks over at his brother. In his hands he’s holding Omega, who’s absolutely beaming with joy. He’s crouched on his knees on the floor of the bunk room. Tech stands a few feet away, gazing neutrally at the two of them.

“What’s wrong with the way I talk to ‘er?” 

Gloved fingers tap away at his datapad. “Your baby talk. It holds little to no developmental value to her speech skills.”

It’s silent as Wrecker blinks slowly and looks back at their sister. She gives him a open-mouth, gummy smile in return. He looks back up at Tech.

“Omega is a baby?”

Tech nods. “Correct. But she needs more mental stimulation than baby talk provides. Full-sentences, preferably.”

Wrecker stands-- his knees audibly cracking on the way up-- and Omega coos as he pulls her closer to his chest. He closes the gap between Tech and himself with barely more than a single step. The datapad is ignored as he shoves the baby into Tech’s arms. Wrecker laughs when it clatters to the floor in favor of Omega.

“Alright, then. You love talking, so you do it!” He leans down and gives Omega a kiss on the forehead, then gives Tech’s shoulder a gentle (well, gentle for Wrecker) punch on the arm. “I’ll be outside. Have fun!”

Tech and Omega look at one another awkwardly once he exits the ship. 

Oh, dear.

“Okay, Omega. I’m sitting you down now.”

It’s a half-hour later. After being forced to take a small detour that involved a warm bottle of formula, Tech decided to work on the cockpit passenger seat and the horrific grinding squeak it had recently developed. He’d warned his brothers to stop dropping into it so roughly all the time. Had they listened? Clearly not. But what else is new.

Meanwhile, Omega sits curiously in the other chair. Tech had swiveled it so she was facing him, fully able to watch what he’s doing. 

“I’m going to fix this chair,” Tech says out loud. “And hopefully give you some speech lessons as I go.”

So far, Omega has little to say about the matter. She eyes the toys Tech had placed in front of her-- as interesting as chair repair is, he knows better than to expect her to pay full attention. She grabs the closest one and starts chewing on it. 

“I’m looking for an appropriate tool,” Tech says as he roots through his toolbox. As much as he enjoys organization, it is a community toolbox, and there’d sooner be peace to the galaxy than successfully convincing his brothers to put stuff back where it belongs. “I need to remove the outer base cover to investigate the squeaking.”

As expected, he gets no response. He continues on, narrating his way through the process, only occasionally glancing up to make sure the baby wasn’t in danger of falling from the chair. He’s applying an oil spray to the offending spring joint when he hears a soft thud. It’s not heavy enough to be Omega, so he takes his time in turning his head over to investigate. 

On the floor is one of Omega’s toys. It’s a limp-bodied doll, painted to represent reg clone armor. One of Omega’s favorites. She’s gazing down sadly at it.

“You dropped your doll.”

She looks up at him and for a split second he swears she gives him a ‘no shit’ look she had to have learned from Hunter. But it’s quickly replaced with distress. 

Tech expedites his repair and quickly throws the base back on the chair and has it secure with a few twists of his wrench. He sits up, wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, and grabs the toy off the floor. 

“Here you are,” he says politely as he hands it back to his sister. Her wide grin makes him smile. “This is when people would usually say thank you. It’s a signal of gratitude, and often considered polite.”

She proceeds to shove the left arm of the doll in her mouth. 

“Since you’re currently incapable of speaking, I’ll give you a pass for now.” He winks at her. He decides not to think about the contaminants running rampant on the cockpit floor, and how many she probably just introduced to her system. She’s got to build her immune system somehow, after all.  

He sits down on the newly repaired seat. It creaks a little, but the grinding squeak is no longer. He nods in satisfaction. 

“I’ve enjoyed having you here with me, Omega. You’ll make a fine repair assistant some day.”

He means it, too. Though she’s currently busy drooling all over the doll, he can see a spark of intuitiveness and wit within her every time she’s introduced to something new. The way she reacts to stimuli implies a deeper intelligence than one might expect. She’s going to be a sharp child soon, and he can’t wait to be there for it. 

“Are you having fun?” He asks amusedly. He leans forward and grabs her other toy-- a hollow round ball filled with beads-- and shakes it a little. She finds this hilarious, and waves her little arms with joy. He touches the orb to the top of her tiny foot, then to the other. 

“These are your feet,” he says, smiling, watching her watch the ball. “Shin, knee, thigh.” He boops each corresponding body part as he says them, the toy rattling as he goes. “Stomach, chest, arm.” 

Omega shrieks in delight. Tech can’t help but laugh with her. 

“And this is your nose.” He puts the ball gently up to her face, rattling it against her little button nose. “You use it to smell.”

He puts the ball down on the seat in front of her. He expects her delight to follow it, but when his hand unblocks her face, he realizes she’s gazing-- in all her unbridled joy-- up at him. His mouth twitches with an unidentified emotion. 

“And... and you are my younger sister,” he finds himself saying, pointing at her. He turns the finger to himself. “I’m your older brother.”

Though she’s squirming with joy, he can tell she’s listening. Her eyes follow him, and he hopes she can understand. 

“You’re my little sister, and I am your big brother. And I love you very much.”

Her eyes sparkle. Something in his chest twists in the best way. He lowers himself out of his seat and onto his knees, so he’s closer to eye level. He rests his hands on either side of her chair as if protecting her. She gazes intently at him.

“You are 216 days old. Your first tooth is coming in any day now. You live here on the Marauder with Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and myself. You can’t talk yet but I suspect you will very soon. Everything about you is incredible.”

He says it steadily and confidently, because everything he’s saying he knows to be a fact. There’s a small beat of silence, but it’s quickly filled with Omega’s gentle whining. She reaches her arms out to him-- he can’t imagine a single galaxy where he wouldn’t hold her here and now. He holds her tightly and starts rocking side to side. She nuzzles against his collar. 

Tech, like the rest of his brothers, is a natural solider. He’s familiar with the rare cracks and splits of the endless wall that is war. In those grooves you could find rest, maybe even some sparse and patchy solace. 

But this... this is peace. And it’s a new, beautiful feeling. 

[cloned-eyes]

:D seratonin

[chiliger]

Had a thought: what if Clone Wars where everything is the same, except the clones have bigger canines.

And not for any reason other than the Kaminoans reading up on how strong human bites are and being like, “Okay but what if we triple that?” “It’d be good in close combat situations with no other weapons.” “It just looks cool.”

[twinsunstars]

*while filming episode 13, the camera rolling on the scene Omega goes over her escape plan with Eva, Jax, Sami, and Baryn* Omega: Look. It’s a layout of the vault. This is where we're sitting right now. *Baryn coos loudly, reaching his doll out to Omega* Omega *staying in character and adding to her lines*: Uh-huh, right. These are the walls. These are the tubes in the walls the droids use to- *Baryn makes noises, making Omega pause* -mm-hmm, transport our samples. *Sami smiles, trying not to break with Baryn in her arms* Omega: I need to get inside- *Baryn interrupts, exclaiming “Yea!”, trying to say “Yes”* *Omega tries to continue, but she smiles, breaking* *Sami allows herself to break after Omega* Omega: *laughing* I’m sorry, he’s so cute!

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

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

[trylynarie]

Tbb if they had omega as a child

Echo: *trying to grocery shop*

Toddler omega: throwing a tantrum because he said no to the second kinder egg and sits in the middle of the freezer section grumpy*

Echo: omega come on

Omega: no!

Echo: omega now! Fine. If I get to three I’m leaving. 1…

Omega: >:(

Echo: two

Omega: :(

Echo: three. Right bye bye *slowly pushed the trolley away*

Omega: o0o MOMMY IM SORRY! *runs at the speed of light to Echo*

Echo: now calm down. Pink egg or blue egg

Omega: … blue

Echo: now go put the pink egg back *watches her as she puts it back and runs back* see it wasn’t that hard was it?

Omega: *knows dam well hunter would have let her have the second egg*

[mire-draws-things]

messing a bit more with my lion!AU thing :v

Crosshair climbs on trees to nap now

[pidgotto]

Head empty, only (half-finished) sketches of my The Last of Us x The Bad Batch AU.

(will I actually sit down and continue writing my fic about it past the prologue? Who knows!)

(Last two sketches were referenced from bases made by Mellon_Soup via their own Pinterest page)

[jedipoodoo]

The message posted outside the wall of Castle Eldar the day after it was reported the Duchess had gone into labor.

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Made a thing

[callme-xo]

Motivational Bebo Omega for those of you having exams/ going through changes in life rn! ❤️

I like to imagine that Wrecker and Bebo Megs wanted to take a motivational picture for one of her other buirs but Megsi decided the posterboard looked too yummy! :3

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

You guys can do it. No matter what it is. I believe in you, so maybe you can believe in yourself too!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

originally created for @sskim-milkk

[cuddles-with-dragons]

something ridiculous but cool

Jurassic World AU

So yeah, stupid idea. But someone might like it.

The Bad Batch/Jurassic World

Crosshair is the Utahraptor trainer, there are five in the pack. Obviously he's the alpha, but they do have a raptor in charge.

Said raptor in charge is Mayday, the other four are Vista, Recoil, Trigger, and Lightning.

Really just for cool raptor trainer Crosshair because awesome

Mayday the Utahraptor is not the character, she's just named after him.

What the raptors look like:

Mayday

Vista

Recoil

Trigger

Lightning

This is the Picrew I used

[wreckerdecker]

baby!Omega AU, set right after s1e1 on their way to Saleucami. inspired by a tweet by clonekisser over on twitter! i tried to give each boy a solid moment with Omega, but you know i had to stick with Dad Hunter. 1% angst 99% fluff

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Hunter thought getting Omega off Kamino was supposed to be the hard part. 

And it was hard; by the Force, it was hard. Coming back, finding her, getting stuffed in the brig with her and his brothers. Crosshair’s rant about good soldiers causes Omega to whine and fuss in his arms. It’s bad enough, but when the guards come to whisk Crosshair away, the blow they land to Hunter’s shoulder (so close to her, so close, it’s like they don’t even see her, it’s like they don’t even care--) makes her start wailing. He’s lucky enough Echo steps in and helps calm her down while he catches his breath.

“Where’s the other? And the girl?” the guard asks later, once Tech has shimmied himself and Omega into the wall vents. 

“Harm her and you’re a dead man,” Echo snarls back, and it sounds personal. 

After what feels like eternity, they make it to the hangar. Tech is smart enough to swipe some formula and Echo snags a bottle-- (why is all this baby stuff discarded with the rest of their gear? what were they planning on doing with her had Clone Force 99 not come back?)-- but an unfortunate interruption from their brother slows things down. 

“Have you lost your mind?”

“We should’ve killed that Jedi, and...” His sharp eyes flicker over to the bundle of fabric hastily strapped to Tech’s back, as if wordlessly finishing the sentence, and in that moment Hunter knows his brother isn’t well. 

“I did what I thought was right.” His heart hurts. 

Thank the Maker Tech manages to slip into the ship before the real blaster fire starts. They escape, some more battered than others, into the safety of hyperspace.

But now they’re here, and somehow things aren’t any better than they were before. 

Hunter first blamed Omega’s fussiness on Wrecker’s very vocal displeasure to Echo’s nursing skills. “You’re scaring her!” he hissed, and Wrecker did his best to swallow back his yelps of pain with about a fifty percent success rate. 

But roughly 18 hours later, he’s confident their baby sister has barely blinked, let alone slept, and he just doesn’t know what to do. 

“Come on, sweetheart, just let me...” he grumbles, trying his best to steer a fresh bottle towards her pouting mouth. She whines, turning her head this way and that, milk merely dribbling down her chin and missing her mouth entirely. He sighs in frustration. 

“It is her first time in space,” Tech pipes up, unhelpfully, from the other room. 

“Her first time anywhere,” corrects Echo, sitting in his bunk across Hunter’s. As funny as it was to watch him struggle the first few hours, he’s starting to get a pit in his stomach now. Both Hunter and Omega are exhausted, and it shows. The baby hasn’t stopped fussing since before they left the planet. She’s got to be hungry, so why doesn’t she just eat?

Hunter sighs a full body breath as he shifts her closer, turning to lay back in his microbunk. Omega is resting on his chest now-- she looks comfortable, but she does not fall sleep. 

“Hunter, she’s a child. What are we gonna do with her?”

What is there to do? Echo’s right. She’s a child, a baby. Defenseless. Despite how exhausted he is, and how frustrating her cries have become, the idea of her in anybody else’s arms, in anybody else’s ship, makes him feel sick to his stomach. 

“We’re going to protect her,” he says simply, and Echo allows the answer for now. They stay there for a few silent moments, and just as hope starts to form that maybe she’s drifted off, Omega begins to whimper into Hunter’s chest. Hunter huffs and sits up. 

“Echo, why don’t you take her?” He rubs his eye with his free hand. “Maybe she’s just getting sick of me.”

Echo freezes. Keeping Omega safe and close to him during a mission is one thing, but in the Marauder where she’s already safe? He looks at her, then down at his scomp hand. He finds himself shaking his head. 

“I don’t know, Hunter... I’ll probably just make it worse.” She’ll probably be scared of me, he thinks to himself. 

“Only one way to find out.” And with that, Omega is gently placed in his arms. 

Echo instinctively cradles her. He feels like he might break her, at first, and cringes when his metal arm brushes up against her back. Instead of the screaming he expected, she coos and looks up at him with her impossibly large brown eyes. He looks back down at her, and any questions he had about Hunter’s motives disappear completely. 

He gets it now. 

“She likes you.” Echo doesn’t have to look up to know Hunter is grinning. He hates being wrong, but in this instance he’ll make an exception. 

“Omega,” Echo says slowly. Their sister. His sister. She just blinks at him. Does she know? The fact they’re her brothers, the fact they’re en route to an entirely new planet (the fact Echo would burn down the entirely galaxy if it dared try to hurt her)?

Hunter grabs the previously forgotten bottle and crouches next to them. “Let me see if she’ll eat something, now that she’s calmed down.”

I did that? Echo can’t help but think. He watches his brother gently put the bottle to Omega’s mouth, who whines and turns her head away. Her eyes become teary almost instantly at the mere audacity at the attempt. Hunter swears under his breath. 

“Sorry,” Echo says sadly, as if it’s his fault. Hunter shakes his head. 

“Something’s wrong. Tech told me babies have to eat every few hours, but it’s been nearly a day. She’s going to starve.”

Omega fusses even more at Hunter’s defeated tone. Echo rocks her a little, which keeps the tears at bay, but she’s not happy. “Do you think... do you think she’s scared?”

“Scared? Probably. But I figure a scared baby would be screaming and crying, not just...” Hunter waves his hand at Omega, who’s busying herself with staring at the ceiling. 

“Staring,” Echo says to no one in particular. “Not... sleeping. Not eating.”

It sounds eerily familiar. Out of the corner of his eye, Echo sees his brother tug at a lock of his long brown hair. A habit reserved for when he’s really, really stressed. He’s only done it a few times in Echo’s time working with Force 99. It rarely spells anything good for them. 

“Maybe this Cut guy can help?”

“Force, I hope. But he’s still a half day away.”

Right. Not to mention actually finding the guy, if they do at all. There’s no guarantees anymore. Echo finds himself resting his cheek atop Omega’s curly straw-blonde hair. He lets himself wonder, will her hair stay blonde, like Rex, or darken up like his own did? Will her eyes stay wide and curious, like dear Fives, or narrow into something more serious, like Cody? He misses the rest of his brothers so achingly, but Omega’s roulette wheel of features somehow reminds him of all of them at once. 

Speaking of brothers...

“I’m baaack!” Comes the thunderous roar of the one and only Wrecker. Hunter is on his feet in an instant, hushing Wrecker and waving his hands wildly to hopefully keep him from storming in too loudly. 

“Whaaat, I want to see the baby!” he whines, only managing to drop his volume a little. Omega wriggles in Echo’s arms, and he turns to harshly hush his brother as well. 

“She’s not going anywhere, Wrecker, so tone is down before you make her cry!”

It’s a little snippy, he admits, but he and Hunter and exhausted and-- as much of a relief it is to see Wrecker up and walking again after his meeting with Crosshair’s blaster fire-- they’ve little patience for this excess energy. This seems to get across to Wrecker, who’s smile falters and he hunches in on himself. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. He catches a glimpse of his little sister from over Echo’s shoulder, though, and his smile immediately lights back up. “Can I see her, though? Please?”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances and Echo can feel Hunter’s anxiety starting to bristle. Wrecker would never, ever hurt a sibling, let alone a baby... on purpose, that is.

“You’ve got to be very, very careful,” Hunter says seriously, using his Sergeant tone to make sure to point gets across. 

This would usually earn a sarcastic remark from Wrecker, but he only nods excitedly as Hunter carefully moves Omega from Echo’s arms to his own. The room is uncharacteristically silent. Wrecker gingerly scoops the baby from his brother’s grasp, and sits on the floor with her. 

Tiny. It’s the only word that even gives merit to how infinitely smaller she is compared to her big brother. His hand is nearly large enough to cradle her in one palm, but he instead rests her against his shoulder and bounces her with a newfound gentleness. He strokes down her back with two fingers, and Hunter thinks he can see her eyes start drooping. 

“Hi, baby sister,” Wrecker murmurs, “It’s nice to meet you.” The other two swear they’ve never heard him speak so silently. Even on stealth missions he’s struggling to keep his voice down, but now...

He readjusts so they are looking at one another. Just as she did with Echo, she gazes up curiously with her brown planet-like eyes, and he can’t help but stare back. She gurgles and coos loudly, breaking the silence, and Wrecker laughs.

Then, suddenly, so does she. 

It’s a feedback loop. Her tiny giggles make his body shake with loud, genuine laughter, and the sound of him makes her nearly shriek with joy. She reaches up with her tiny, chubby hands, waving at his scrunched up face and grabbing at his nose. He lifts her, giving her free range of his face, and he laughs some more when she playfully smacks against his cheek. She grabs his lip, tugs downwards, and thinks it’s the funniest thing in the universe. 

From behind them, Tech quickly appears at the doorway, and his eyes are wide behind his goggles. He looks up at Echo and Hunter, as if to ask, How did you manage this? They can only shake their heads and shrug, though they themselves are chuckling at the ridiculous scene before them. 

Soon everyone is smiling. Here, together, protecting one another. 

(if only, if only, if only Crosshair was here, surely this would convince him, and everything would be okay)

Like all good things, Omega’s giggle fit eventually ended, and Wrecker had to hand his baby sister back to Hunter before his legs fell asleep and he could no longer walk (he’d learned this the hard way before). Though not laughing, an innocent and gummy smile remains on her face, causing Hunter to melt a little more than he thought possible. He sits back on his bunk with her, where he closes his eyes in hopes of resting at least a little. He does, but it’s fleeting. He feels Omega start to squirm. He cracks open one eye, and notices she’s locked eyes with the bottle on Echo’s bed and is waving her hands at it. His eyebrow raises. 

“You hungry?” he asks her, and decides to give the bottle one last shot. He grabs it, shakes it up, and offers it to her... she latches onto it and starts drinking eagerly. Had she not been in his arms, he would have stood up and cheered out loud. Instead, he focuses on not letting her drink too fast, and making sure she’s able to finish without making too much of a mess. 

“This is most exciting news,” comes an even voice from the entrance. Echo and Wrecker had gone back to the cockpit, and there stands Tech, watching Omega finish her first meal since before the jump to hyperspace. 

“You have no idea,” Hunter sighs. He puts the now empty bottle down and uses his sleeve to wipe excess milk from her face. 

“I do. I was getting increasingly worried about Omega’s wellbeing.” Tech adjusts his goggles, and sits on the opposite bunk. He looks intently at the baby in front of him. “I came in to tell you I’ve constructed a bassinet for her.”

“You did?”

“Up in the gunner’s mount. I figured now is when our guns would be used the least. There’s enough room for her, and for one of us to rest next to her.” He clears his throat. “Ah, well, you, Echo, or myself. Wrecker, not so much.”

Hunter swallows quietly. “Thank you, Tech. That means a lot to me-- us.”

Tech tips his head in a soft nod. “Now’s a good time as any to test it out.”

“Huh?” Hunter looks down and, sure enough, Omega is fast asleep. A second wave of relief hits him hard. He blinks rapidly for just a moment, and Tech politely pretends he doesn’t notice. 

“Would you like me to take her?” Tech outstretches his hand in offer. Hunter glances between him and the baby. The deep instinctual (and granted, selfish) part of him wants to refuse and keep her infinitely close to himself. But realistically, he needs a break, if only a tiny one. So, he nods. 

“Yes, please.” Tech takes her, ever so gently, and she doesn’t even stir. “I’m gonna wash up, then I’ll meet you up in the mount.”

They do exactly that. Hunter shuffles his way to the fresher, where he washes his face and heaves a sigh into the towel. The excitement of Omega’s milestone is wearing off, and he’s exhausted all over again. 

Tech so carefully lowers Omega into the hand-crafted bassinet. Though it’s made from scrap materials, he does not fret over its structural integrity. He would settle for nothing less than what would keep their sister as safe as the galaxy will allow. He strokes her cheek with the back of his ungloved hand. Never did he think he’d feel this way about a sibling that wasn’t his immediate batch mate. As completely irresponsible, illogical, and impractical it is to bring an infant on board a ship meant for battle, cared for by soldiers bred for war... he can’t bring himself to care. 

“Hey,” Hunter says softly as he steps up the ladder, as not to spook either of them. Tech does not look away from Omega, but he does tilt his head to show he hears him. “I can take over now.”

“I... am not sure I want to leave.”

Hunter chuckles. “Am I going to have to order you down from there?”

Tech finally cracks a smile and looks at him. “Maybe. I suppose good soldiers follow orders.” It’s laced with sarcasm and Hunter rolls his eyes dramatically. The corner of his mouth twitches at the phrase, but he ignores the strange, unfamiliar feeling (it’s probably just nerves from the last 24 hours and nothing more, nothing less) and switches spots with Tech so that he’s right beside the crib. 

“We all need to get some rest before we’re planetside,” he instructs. “Tell Wrecker he’s taking first shift since he slept all day.”

Tech gives him a wordless affirming salute. He glances back at the sleeping Omega one last time, then hops down to make his way to the cockpit. 

It’s just the two of them now. Hunter rolls over and props himself up on his elbow so he can gaze into the bed. Everything about her is... perfect. How is it possible she’s a genetic carbon copy of the rest of them? The clones, they have flaws, and imperfections, and problems. But not her. She’s so flawless it makes his chest hurt as if he made her himself. 

She opens and closes her mouth a little, like she’s dreaming of a fresh bottle. He pets down one of her blonde curls, watching it spring back up again, then rests his calloused palm against her head. His thumb rubs up and down just above her tiny, almost translucent eyebrow. 

“Goodnight, Omega,” he whispers. 

He lays down on the spare pillows Tech had kindly tucked against the wall. Soon, they will be landing on Saleucami, and meeting up with their old friend. He knows there is where their adventure will continue. 

He can only pray it is a safe one. 

[rexscanonwife]

Love that when I started (reluctantly) crushing on Crosshair I was like 'ok but it's gonna be a small AU!' And then proceeded to fill it with SO much angst and drama

And then proceeded to barely talk about ANY of it outside my close friends ahfjj

[twinsunstars]

Behind-the-Scenes Shenanigans (Part 5) *while filming episode 2* *Mox, Deke, and Stak using the long slither vine props as makeshift swings to play on set*

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

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

[thicctails]

i have workshopped the baby! Much simpler now!

[youngcheesecaketale]

Omega’s First 4th of July

Today was a special day for Omega. Today was going to be Omega’s first time watching the Fireworks. She is 3 yrs old now. Hunter and the others tried to show her Fireworks but she would fall asleep before they EVEN started. This year they….well Tech MADE sure that she would see her first Firework show. Tech planned the WHOLE THING OUT so Omega would have a WONDERFUL and a MEMORABLE 4th of July with her family. Even her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins were coming.

Tech made sure that everyone had a KEY ROLE to make this day SPECIAL. This is what Tech gave everyone.

Hunter: Get Omega dressed into her cute Red, White, and Blue Outfit. (I found this picture on the internet)

Echo: Clean the Picnic Table and set the paper plates and plastic utensils. 

Wrecker: MAKE SURE TO NOT BLOW THINGS UP. WE DON’T WANT THE FIRE DEPARTMENT COME AGAIN LIKE LAST TIME. 

Crosshair: Picking out Fireworks and Lighting them. He was also in charge of cooking the Hamburgers and Hot Dots on the grill.

Tech was in charge of making sure the food WASN’T EATING by Wrecker and laid the food on the table. Tech had invited other Family Members and asked them to bring something too.

Cody & Obi Wan: Potato Salad

Rex & Ahsoka with their kids Jasmine & Jasper: Drinks (Beer & Soda for the Kids)

Anakin & Padmé with Luke & Leia: Chips

99 & Shaak: Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies

Cut & Suu with Jek & Shaeeah: Green Jello

Once all the rest of their family members came, they all started eating and enjoying the food. Crosshair was a GREAT COOK. Especially whenever he cooked food on the BBQ grill. Hunter made sure that Omega was in a DIFFERENT outfit so she wouldn’t get food on it.

Omega was SO HAPPY to see her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins, that she went to each one of them saying “FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS!” instead of saying hi to them.

“Are you excited to see the Fireworks, little one?” Obi Wan asked her. Omega jumped up and down saying “YES!!

“You’re not going to fall asleep like last time are you?” Cody jokingly said with a chuckle.

“NOPE.” Omega said as she shakes her head. Then Omega said this. “I’m not going to fall asleep. Wrecker and I made a promise.”

“Oh. What did you guys promise?” Rex asked when he overheard HOW EXCITED Omega was. Hunter joined too.

“Uncle Wrecker said that if I stay awake when we do the FIREWORKS, he will secretly pull me to the side so I CAN LIGHT a FIREWORK. He also told me that he would give me PIXIE STICKS to help me stay away. Uncle Wrecker told me to not tell anyone but Uncle Echo told me to NEVER LIE if someone tells you something.” Omega said in her cute toddler voice. She is still learning what a secret and a lie is.

Once Hunter heard that, he went over to Wrecker and had a LONG, VERY LONG talk about what Omega told them. Wrecker said that he was the same age when he FIRST lit a FIREWORK. 

99 overheard this and yelled back, “The only way you were able to light a FIREWORK because your DRUNK Uncle Alpha took you to a church parking lot gave you a lighter. You guys lit a FIRECRACKER ROCKET which hit the roof of the church! I don’t know how my Brother was able to sneak you out….” Before he could finish, Shaak smacked 99’s head. “The reason you didn’t know was because you were drunk!” Shaak yelled at him. 

As Tech saw this WHOLE DRAMA going on, he saw Omega getting emotional. He didn’t want her to have a FIRST 4TH OF JULY ruined. He quickly stopped the fight by yelling at them to stop as he motioned his head towards Omega. Everyone who was arguing stopped to see that Omega was crying. Hunter IMMEDIATELY picked up Omega and told her that they aren’t mad at her as he rubbed her back. Started to come down. Hunter told her that she was TOO young to like BIG FIREWORKS but that she would be able to help light a different kind of FIREWORK. She would light the others SPARKLERS after someone lights her SPAKLER. She would use her SPARKLER to light the other kids SPARKLERS. Omega was happy that she was able to “LIGHT” her first FIREWORK. She stopped crying and asked if they could do it now. They told her that they will do it when it gets a little bit more dark.

As soon as it got dark enough to light a few FIREWORKS, everyone laid out blankets and chairs on the front lawn to watch the FIREWORKS.  Hunter helped Omega get into her cute outfit. It was a little struggle getting it on her because she wouldn’t stop moving. He finally got her in it as she ran outside to sit on the lawn with her cousins.

Crosshair gave Omega a lit SPARKLER and told her to light everyone else’s SPARKLER. As was doing that, Hunter noticed that Omega’s SPARKLER was almost out. She wouldn’t get a chance to draw/write. He decided to tell Omega that she was done lighting everyone’s SPARKLER and traded her a new lit one. Omega had a BLAST drawing and writing letters. She was trying to write “Uncle Wrecker” but spelled it like this “Unkle Wraker”. She is still learning her ABC.

After the SPARKLERS were done, it was now for the REAL SHOW. Crosshair light one after another. Omega was fascinated with the colors and sounds. Hunter was afraid that she would get scared with the loud noises but she didn’t. This was a 4th of July that they will NEVER FORGET and Omega’s first FIREWORK show. She stayed awake through the WHOLE thing. Wrecker might have given Omega 2 PIXIE STICKS when no one was looking. But overall, it was a great 4th of July.

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legit was worried my TBB hyperfixation was waning cause of how much I’ve been thinking about my D2 story over the past couple of days, but then I started listening to the theme music on loop and now I’m good ROFL