#tbb void

[levi-venn]

Mirror Squad

An HC I need to get out of my head so I can move on with my life (Hah, jokes on you, Levi, Bad Batch is your life).

So...Hemlock created a mirror image of the Bad Batch called the Mirror Squad, but it's not what you think. Turns out these clones were the ORIGINAL Bad Batch.

Their names: Crunch (Wrecker), Striker (Hunter), Circuit (Tech), Void (Echo/Memento - See Notes), and CX-2 aka Headshot (Crosshair).

Striker and Hunter

Circuit and Tech

Void and Echo

Crunch and Wrecker

Headshot and Crosshair

The Mirror Squad - Origin Story Concept

The Mirror Squad were the first batch of Experimental Unit Clone Commandos created on Kamino: Striker, Crunch, Circuit, Void, and Headshot. They were decommissioned due to their rebellious and unpredictable nature which made them a liability rather than an asset to the future Clone Army.

Because the Experimental Clone Program was an expensive endeavor, the Kaminoans did not decommission these clones, but rather put them in stasis for later research. They tried again another batch of experimental clones and this time only four clones survived: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Memento (see note) and Crosshair.

Note: Memento did not survive past his cadet years. Void and Echo's parallel are a coincidence.

When Kamino was evacuated, Hemlock scooped up the original Bad Batch squad, still in stasis within their pods. These clones were the first to be brainwashed and reprogrammed by Hemlock. Although their memories were wiped, their instincts to work as a cohesive unit remained.

Technically, the Bad Batch is a mirror image of what the original Clone Force 99 almost was, but this squad's official name is Mirror Squad.

[nahoney22]

All he needs now is some booty shorts and a crop top and then he’s basically Lara Croft

[echojedis]

I miss clone wars Tech

[the-bi-space-ace]

Why is Echo so important to me?

It's simple really: he is everything I want to be.

Life has a way of giving you pain you don't deserve. Sometimes people hurt you and they do so on purpose because they don't really see you as a person. They see you as a possession to be played with. A toy, if you will. Some people choose to hurt others and it can happen to anyone at any time. It doesn't matter how 'good' you are.

Echo is the ‘perfect soldier’. He's strong, brave, he follows orders, he's smart, he's loyal, he's hard working, but above all: he's kind. He wants to do the right thing. And still, he was put through torture, autonomy taken away and body changed against his will. His mind was stolen from him. No one cared about how 'good' he was.

They hurt him because they could.

This experience changed him but he is still Echo. He's still brave, he's still strong, he's still loyal and kind and all of the things that make Echo Echo. His imprisonment came with changes, physically and mentally. Outbursts when confronted with medical equipment, discomfort in solitude, a stronger distrust of Separatists, and an even stronger connection to people being mistreated or held against their will. I'm sure with that came a lot of anger, resentment, confusion. He's still him but things are different now.

Things are different and he knows that. He knows but he keeps going anyway. His heart is still kind. He's still strong and true and he still wants to do the right thing.

He was hurt, and he was hurt on purpose, but he chooses not to lead with that hurt. He chooses every single day to still be kind. His heart is still big, it's still open, he's still him.

There's something about it, ya know? Being put through the unimaginable and coming out of it bruised and bloody but still kind. There is nothing wrong with being angry, and I'm sure Echo is angry, but that anger can't be an excuse to do the same hurt to others that was done to you. Even when it hurts. Even when it's hard.

At the core of it I think that's why I love him so much. He suffered, he lives despite the suffering, and he doesn't allow his own pain to be a catalyst to harm others. He doesn't let the pain stop him. Things are different, life is different, he is different, but it doesn't ever stop him.

He's everything I want to be. He's the kind of person I wish I was. He's selfless and kindhearted. He's steadfast and brave, stubborn as all hell. He's loyal, the kind of loyal you only see every once in awhile. The kind of loyal that sticks with you. He's a promise that hardship doesn't define you. That you are not a carbon copy of those that harmed you. That you are not less than because of things that other people put you through. Your life may be different than it was before but that doesn't make you wrong or less than.

Maybe, if Echo can be brave, then I can be brave too.

[anakin-warcrimes-skywalker]

Seeing all those Clones suffering from the experimentation in the new episodes got me sobbing... STOP HURTING MY BOYS

[niobiumao3]

Realistically, I get why people think the Pabu folks and Crosshair haven't been told about Tech. Taken within the bounds of the show, it looks like NO processing is going on, so does anyone even know? That seems absurd given the time jump presented in episode 1--which is masterfully handled--but still.

Yet Michelle Ang herself indicated we see none of Omega's processing ('there's not time for it with everything else going on') and the episode reviews for 1-8 confirm is it never addressed. That just makes no sense if they've not already been told.

So, they've been told, and we don't get to see it. But I totally grok why anyone not terminally online would be assuming those conversations haven't happened because the show is making it look like he only just died and word isn't out, when it's been 3-4 whole ass months.

In S3E1 Omega is in no way acting like someone mourning a beloved mentor and brother. She is literally not.

This is utterly unhinged writing if Tech is really dead. It erases the grief over such a loss and acts like 'well we all had to just move on' when the marketing was so, SO heavy handed on THE LOSS and THE SACRIFICE. What loss, what sacrifice? NO ONE IS UPSET ABOUT IT OR PROCESSING.

So. Like. They've been told. But I bet he's on his way back in some manner or another.

As @eriexplosion has pointed out, Kanan Jarrus got an entire episode about how he was definitely not coming back. Echo stepped off screen and Omega and Tech had an emotional arc about it that spanned two episodes. He wasn't even injured he was just off with his bro!

Tech yeets himself to save them and uh here are his goggles 'not all of us made it back' is the sum total of our commentary. ?!

[cc-tens]

Thinking abt Cody defecting from his service with The Empire. I'm trying to wrap my head around what the other Clones felt about this. Were they told he died in the line of duty as they all should, twisting the truth to further push them all into further blind loyalty and servitude? Or did they say it outright, CC-2224 abandoned them all, his squad, his men and fled to go what? Join the Rebellion? Die in a ditch? What was the gossip like after that? Any consequences? Crack down on security, lock down the Clones to keep them subservient and dissuade them from following their old Commander's steps? COME ON MAN, TELL ME THE TEA.

[ladyzirkonia]

Honestly Rampart is such a delight, his accent the whole mannerism, I loved it and cackled so much. Noshir Dalal absolutely nailed it.

I BEG YOU PARDON, I didn't make it to Vice Admiral on looks alone.

[dustmusings]

feel like I haven't put out something in ages so here, have an exerpt from my upcoming crosshair oneshot

A light flicked on, shining directly at him, and he groaned again, the hand of his uninjured arm lifting to cover his eyes. “Crosshair” your voice was a hoarse whisper, as if it had got caught in your throat, and it wasn't hard to guess why. He slumped forwards slightly, his back hunching as he dug his knees further into the ground to distract from the pain. “I know” he said quietly, not even having looked at the damage yet. He was far too concentrated on trying to ignore it. The light flicked off with the click of a button, and he heard you shuffling around, your knapsack hitting the ground with a thud that told him you were moving quickly, your actions rushed. Soon after, a warmer light started growing, and Crosshair realised you had taken out a lamp, and were now dragging it over to him with a medkit in hand. He looked up, the softer light not invading his vision in such a piercing way, and he could now see the worry in your eyes. His gut twisted, the uncomfortable feeling of guilt spreading through his body and only making his wound ache more. You knelt in front of him, ripping off his helmet before your hand gripped his pouldron and pulled it aside to get a proper look at the injury. The both of you sucked a breath through your teeth, Crosshair in pain and you no doubt because of how bad the damage was. You got to work quickly, silently, and unclipped the top half of his armour to get better access. Crosshair was glad that you weren't talking, he was already embarassed enough, feeling infantile, crumpled to his knees and completely weak in front of you. He was powerless to do anything else, his head pounding and vision hazy as blood gushed from his wound. “Hold this here” you said firmly, pushing a cloth into the wound and bringing him back to the present harshly, another pained noise leaving him. He followed your instruction without much thought, and when he took the fabric from you to hold in place, he felt the way your hand was shaking. His eyes snapped up to yours, and the distress he saw written into your expression was enough to shock him back into full consciousness. Crosshair watched your movements carefully, his keen eyes noticing every twitch and shiver as you fumbled with the syringe. He wanted to comfort you in any way he could, but truthfully, he didn't know how. It wasn't something he'd ever sought to do, and now faced with the challenge, he didn't know what would be the right thing to say. “It's just a scratch” he mumbled, a small chuckle passing his lips in an attempt to at least alleviate some of the tension. “A scratch?” you huffed, your voice disbelieving as you shot him a unimpressed look, “this isn't funny, Crosshair” “Hey—” “If I hadn't pulled you away you'd still be there. You'd be de—” Crosshair called your name sternly, and you stopped your fiddling with the syringe to look up at him, “it's going to be fine, do you hear me?”

a little amuse bouche

the rest of this is more personal-ish rambling stuff

I feel like I'm in such a weird place with writing

I've been putting off the last chapter of TD for sooooo long omg, but that's just what I do, incapable of finishing a project and whatnot (it's coming, I thought I'd have it done but Sunday but stuff came up, it's mainly written I just need to edit) but yeah, that's been making me annoyed and getting me down about writing in general tbh

I've got a number of other oneshot WIPs but I think I'm gonna put them on the backburner cause I keep pushing back working on my next longfic to do them, which is annoying because I'm really passionate about it! but also it's very typical of me to put off doing something more daunting because I don't know if it will live up to what's in my head (hello again my old friend, crippling perfectionism)

anyway. I know I don't owe it to anyone, but I think the reason I feel some kinda pressure is really because I like participating in the fandom, so I do want to put stuff out! this crosshair fic is good I think :) writing from his perspective is super interesting, trying to get inside his head and stuff

this probably reads as a nervous stream of conciousness lol, my brain is so frazzled rn

ummmm yeah. by the end of the year I want to get out the last TD chapter, and this crosshair oneshot, and then I'll probably start trying to roll out some of my next longfic, but we shall see.

thus concludes my incoherent rambling :)

[5ome-7ype-0f-5hapeshifter]

fun fact I like Roblox battle brickies.

Battle brickers fandom if you find this tell me your favorite boss and your favorite unit, enemy or ally, minibosses counted!

My favs;

I think I'm actually tied between Doombringer and Turking for my fav boss... I think they're both really awesome. (honestly I feel like chap4 is going to quickly change who my fav boss is)

and. I like magerator. I think they're very joy and whimsypilled. fav overall guy. shoutouts to them.

[voidofthemoon]

Sinful Morning, Passionate Afternoon

Wrecker x Reader

18+

Length: Medium

Warnings: waking up with oral (male recieving), kinda sleepy sex, P in V, established relationship, established acceptance of sleepy fucks and waking up in this manner

You hadn't meant to wake up as needy as you did, but before you even really had a moment to really sit and clear your mind of the sleepy fog... you found yourself under the sheets and between his thick thighs.

You peeked out of the blanket, seeing your loving commando stirring a bit, groggily rubbing at an eye but still mostly asleep. You called to him softly then returned back below.

Your hands trailed up from his knees, delicately over his thighs and gripped softly there. Steadying yourself in your position. His body had been left bare from your adventures last night within these very same sheets.

Hidden from the slivers of sunlight by the blankets, your lips scrawled soft kisses up the inside of his left thigh. You delighted in his soft murmur and how his legs parted just a little more for you. Smiling softly, you let out a soft yawn as your lips travelled across his muscles and before long reached the end of their journey.

Your tongue dragged across the underside of his piece, all the way up until you reach the end of him. There you pressed a chaste kiss to the tip.

"Wreeeeeckerrrr~" You called out in a sing-song tone.

He grumbled in return, waking up at your call

"Time to wake up" you whispered peppering kisses back down his length.

Wrecker panted heavily as he stared down at you, already so riled up and proud from your attention. His gaze flitted across your form, your state then his brain caught up...

You could, not only hear, but feel his breath coming out in small pants as you continued lavishing him in kisses and licks.

Suddenly the blankets tore away and you shied away at the light now beaming into your face.

"Cyar'ika" he chuckled between pants "What are you hiding under the blankets for?"

You peeked back up at him and followed his single finger gesture to come closer. Abandoning your blissful victim and leaning over his torso, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Good morning" You whispered cheekily as his arms enveloped you

"'d mornin' to you too" he mumbled with a gentle smile "Still worked up?"

You hummed and shrugged softly

"Re-worked up..." you trailed a hand down his chest "How do you expect to keep to myself when you're right here next to me...?"

His body rumbled with a barely contained laugh that definitely would have woken up his brothers. Grin on his face, and a glimmer to his eyes, Wrecker pulled you in for another kiss.

"Well since you're all dressed for the occassion..." his breath fanned across your lips as he spoke.

Large hands trailed down your back, across your sides and settled low upon your body - one on your hip, while the other on your bare bottom.

You whined softly as his lips glided across your skin, leaving open mouthed searing kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck. His touch ellicitating more heat to pool in the pit of your being where it was already a ablaze and threatening to overcome you.

"I want to take care of you" You urged softly, already feeling yourself losing your will to deny what height his sinful touch always brought you to.

Wrecker's chest rumbled softly, voice tickling your skin as he sucked a dark hickey upon that devastating location that he knew would turn you to goo.

"Alright..." came the panted reply as he pulled back.

"Sorry" he mumbled as his lips covered your own, stealing what was left of the breath on your lips. Pulling a moan deep from your throat.

His strong hands moved across your form and held out to you. An offer to help you get settled upon his lap. And you quickly accepted with your own shakey hands. His grip was secure as you straddled his hips formally and began to settle.

But just as you began to sink, his leg moved, sweeping your left leg out and prying you further open. Your body quickly followed and you took him in in an easy, but breath-stealing, slide.

And that...is where your ride began. Where your absolutely sinfully, delicious morning morphed into a passionate early afternoon.

Dividers by @benkeibear

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Every week I lose track of time and then Tuesday rolls around and I get the unexpected surprise of remembering that a new bad batch episode is tomorrow!!

[nahoney22]

A lot of things tugged on my heart with the premiere but this? This was the dealbreaker for me.

[swbbb6]

I am so mad at Disney for ending tbb. There is still so much that needs to happen/be resolved, and I just don’t see how they can possibly squeeze it all into the next 3 episodes 😭

[warsamongthestars]

... Damn.

Its been a bit time since I started shoveling coal into the rage train.

But the reason I started on this path, still stings.

I still get hit with Tech's Death. Usually in depictions of wind, sky, and falling, from art, to picture, to music. It was a helluva scene. Impactful.

So impactful, that its very existence, destroyed the lead up to it, and retroactively turned the entire show to shit, all the little problems went from small stones in a shoe to an entire gravel path one takes bare foot.

Its a beautiful and tragic scene for a deeply unpleasant, horrible piece of "art", whose concept calls me to comfort, but whose execution demands my rage.

In my personal set of stories, whether I'll get to writing them or not, he's not dead.

( In one set of these metaphorical stories--they're all dead. Because that's the only way you stop the metaphorical super duper squad from outbesting Luke Skywalker. )

One person or team's depiction of character death, no matter how budgeted and published, no matter how impactful, doesn't mean one has to accept it.

And I don't.

( Just because the lunch ladies served folks grit slop, doesn't mean that Lunch automatically means droopy grey grit slop with overboiled fruit bits (that might've been blue berries at some point maybe) all the time. It doesn't meant that I'll accept grit slop. I prefer classy garbage--like pepperoni pizza. Not stuff that melts the spoon to the bowl. )

( One can absolutely say that what one is given was horrible and wrong and that one doesn't have to accept it. Even if its just a shit star wars show. We can in fact tell them to take it the fuck back, and redo it. Art deserves that much, and Corporations must learn to Answer for their transgressions.)

It was, and still is, a meaningless fucking death and no amount of streaming services and merchandise and nice words, is gonna get me to accept it--its a beautiful thing that shouldn't exist.

( Dare not to go gently into the good night. Dare not to fall gently into the clouds below. )

[skygirlstars]

I’m going to try to stay off social media once the TBB finale drops until I can watch it (probably Wednesday evening) to avoid spoilers. not ready for this show to be over. godspeed, Bad Batch fans. see you on the other side 🫡