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Angstpril Day 25: Out of Place

Alt Prompt: Paranoid

Words: 1,150

Summary: After a freak accident prevents him from joining his brothers on the front lines, clone trooper Bern begins training to become a medic, years later than the standard. Every mistake has him sure of his swift decommissioning. 

“Hey!” 

Reflexes dulled by exhaustion, Bern didn’t fully register the voice before a pillow flew across the dark room to smack into his glowing datapad. 

“Go to sleep!”

“Leave ‘im alone,” an identical voice hissed from a different bunk. “He’s behind, remember?”

“Yeah, but he’ll never pass if he faints during exams.”

With a sigh at the unnecessary reminder, Bern chucked the pillow back to his fellow medic-in-training across the barracks aisle. “Thanks, Jab.”

His first test was in two days, and woefully unprepared didn’t begin to cover it. Bern rolled over to face the wall, dimming the brightness of his pad and trying to dim the panic inside too. If he could just finish the next four chapters, he could squeeze in a little sleep before class. Bern’s head felt like it was going to explode, and not just from the text he was burning into his eyes. Cadet training had nothing on what he was trying to do now, switching lanes to become a base medic just weeks after graduating from trooper training. Clones were almost never retrained; there just wasn’t time for it. And he’d been so ready to be a soldier. Talking to his old squad out there on the front lines, Bern wasn’t sure who was more worried about each other, him or them. At least his brothers were doing what they were made for, what they knew. If Bern didn’t manage to pass these tests, well, that was it. He’d already gotten an impossible second chance. If he blew it now, it was maintenance duty, or worse. He couldn't let himself make mistakes.

The Jedi had officially put an end to decommissioning clones, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still happen from time to time, when no one important was looking. And what he'd done had been worthy of it, Bern had no doubt. 

He realized he had been reading the same paragraph for several minutes now, pressing his fingers into his aching eyes with a muffled groan. Lying down was shit for his concentration. If only he could go down to one of the classrooms to access some training modules. If only he could sleep. Digging deep for his endurance training, Bern sat up in the bed and pulled his blanket over his head to hide the light. Just three more chapters. Just three more chapters…

Bern jerked awake at the sound of the barracks alarm signaling the start of the day cycle. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but apparently he’d been hugging his datapad through it in some kind of cursed delirium. He sat up in bed with a groan, wiping the crust from his eyes as the lights came up and fighting the urge to launch the hateful thing across the room. Sleep didn't mean much when it was just nightmares.

“Good mooorning.” Jab was waving from his own bunk, unforgivably cheerful in the face of Bern’s suffering. 

“Go to hell,” the trainee grumbled, rummaging in his footlocker for a clean uniform. He heard a huff and, when Bern looked up, Jab was standing over him. 

“That’s no way to talk to your best friend.”

“You’re not my best friend.” Bern’s best friend was his batchmate, Ori, and he was lightyears away from Kamino now, like Bern should be.

Jab only scoffed, leaning down to ruffle Bern’s regulation haircut while he resisted the urge to sweep the younger man’s feet out from under him. “Whatever you say, bestie. See you at breakfast.”

Bern finished his meal in record time, disregarding everything they all knew about methodical chewing in favor of inhaling his gruel and protein before snatching up his datapad and heading towards the lab. 

“Hey!” The irritatingly familiar shout had Bern clenching his jaw, refusing to slow his brisk pace to wait for Jab.

“Go back and eat.”

His “best friend” appeared at his side, matching his stride to Bern’s. “I’m done. Going down to the lab?”

Obviously. Bern spent every spare second of the day with his eyes glued to some training module or another. When he was buried in virtual procedures, he could almost forget about the massive weight hanging over his head, the long, slender fingers wrapped around his neck.

The two medic trainees were almost to Lab 4, Bern’s usual haunt, when a sneering voice called him out of his anxious haze. “Well, look who it is.”

A deep breath and the four, red-clad cadets were there in front of him, bizarrely different from any others in the facility. Bern groaned internally as the skinny, grey-haired one who had spoken crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t have time for this. 

“Hello, reg.” The cadet gave Bern a cold smile as he felt Jab shift at his side. The others flanked their brother. They were all as tall as Bern or taller, except the leader with his long hair. He was looking at Bern evenly, sparing a glance at Jab before he also folded his arms. Behind them, the big one with the scar and the bad eye grinned down at the trainees. The last defective cadet seemed significantly less interested in his brother’s feud with Bern, looking up from his datapad to roll his goggled eyes. 

“We are already late. Let him go, Crosshair.”

Bern felt his insides melting when Jab laughed a little laugh. “Crosshair? Hey, Crosshair, what’s your problem? Don’t you know it’s not smart to get on a medic’s bad side?”

That only made the tall cadet smile as he stepped forward slightly to leer down at Bern. “Just reminding this one that he shouldn’t be here. Don’t worry, when he fails and gets assigned to maintenance, you can find someone else to follow around.”

Bern felt his own hand tightening around his datapad as Jab tensed beside him. He didn’t have time for this. If Crosshair wanted to fight, good for him. Bern had studying to do. He shouldered his way past the short one on the right, mildly surprised when they let him go. 

“You’ll regret that when he’s running this place!” Jab yelled over his shoulder when they were both past the squad, ignoring the big one's hearty laugh. “Don’t make me eat my words,” his irritating classmate added as they finally turned the corner into Lab 4. “You at least have to graduate so I don’t lose face.”

Bern had a few things he wanted to say about Jab’s face, but he swallowed them down as he lowered himself behind a console. He wasn’t sure if he and the younger clone could take the four cadets, even with all of his training, but he supposed it was good to at least appear to have backup. Even if that backup never shut up. Bern pulled on his headset with a sigh when Jab sat down at the computer beside him, resigned to the next few hours of ignoring unwanted company. He was never going to run anything, but he was going to graduate, and by then Crosshair and his squad would be long gone.

One kriffing day at a time.

Bern is my medic OC who crops up in "Carcass" and is an important character in "Burns". I thought I should spend a little more time on his backstory from his own POV, so this prompt fill is the first part of that.

Crosshair does have a semi-justified (from his point of view) reason to hate Bern and it's also the reason why the medic didn't get to ship out with the rest of his squad.

Jab features in an unfortunate way in my one-shot The Quiet Part. I thought I'd add him in here as Bern's bestie.

Just three more days of Angstpril, ahhh!! Check out @kybercrystals94, @just-here-with-my-thoughts, and my blog for the rest of the angst! We'll be putting up a full list of all we've written this month on the 30th.

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Happy Friday, TBB fanmily!

Excuse the wippery but I just love them taking caring of each other. I want to share it while it’s still baking so I’ll be held accountable to try to finish it this weekend 😄

Ficlet synopsis below

Tech: Crosshair, please hold still.

Crosshair: Speak for yourself.

Tech tends a deep wound in Crosshair’s forearm after a nearly-disastrous mission to destroy a shield generator. Crosshair was so focused down range in his brothers, that he didn’t notice the commando droid sneaking up in him until it was too late to dodge it completely. Tech asks Crosshair to keep still, but it’s actually Tech who is trembling because he’s so worried about Crosshair. 💗

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Darth Sidious Executes “Order 67”

LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga

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"I don't know... I think I might like you better this way."

Silly drawing inspired by @aggy72’s wonderful fic, The Path, because I really want Frog Mereel.

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I'm weirdly good at remembering irl names and pretty bad with usernames, especially within specific fandoms where a lot of people have very similar names and icons. Just one example, there are at least 5 people off the top of my head in this fandom with Echo icons and Echo themed names and I love you all, but I get you so confused with each other sometimes. 😩 (this is just a jab at myself, not saying anyone should change anything, lol) Do other people have similar problems with usernames?

In a similar vein, if I have memorized your pfp/icon/avatar and you change it, you might as well have become an entirely new person to me. 😬 Help.

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Always a nice email to wake up to. Thank you, lovely strangers. ❤️

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nom nom nom

i wanted to draw something slightly different, but it didn't work out, another time

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This has been a PSA.

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Please feel free to draw, put stickers, use Canva, etc! Be as creative as you'd like, and write as much or as little as you want! Here is the google drive: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16MCDIrenA7BI6EikxmnDjkjDP98xb5Cc?usp=drive_link

Deadline: 30th April 2024 Let's show our appreciation together! :DD

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Oh, Omega 💔 I hope things get better.

Self

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 21 | Prompt 21: Faking a Smile

Rated: G | Words: 238 | Summary: Omega tries. | Character Focus: Omega

She is supposed to be happy. 

To be free, to be with her brothers again, to be home. She has Lula and Trooper. Her gunner’s mount room just as she left it before…all of it. Before they lost Tech, before they lost her. The Marauder hasn’t changed in her months away, not that she expected it to. It feels different. Empty and sad and lost. 

But she should be happy. 

Hunter and Wrecker want her to be happy. Desperately. They want their Omega back. So Omega tries to resurrect her, to stretch the mindset of her old self over the growth and pain and loss and grief and guilt…but it only tears and rips apart, jagged edges, a throbbing reminder that nothing will ever be the same again. She thinks that her brothers know that. That she can’t be the same. That they aren’t the same. That time and experiences have worn them all down to shadows of who they were before.  

But she wants to be happy. 

So she pulls on a new version of herself. It fits loosely, but she’ll grow into it. Happiness will come again when she has grieved. Guilt will ebb when she makes reparations. Grief will melt into the memories of happier times as they are remembered. Loss will become gains, and pain will be soothed. Because that is one thing Omega hasn’t lost, hasn’t given up, hasn’t forgotten. 

Hope. 

@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, only 9 days left?? I can't believe April is almost over! I'm excited to finish strong with my writing buddies!!

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Heartbreaking 😭

Sounds Like Him

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: Ghost of You

Rated: G | Words: 435 | Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their lost brother. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair 

Wrecker groggily wakes to the sound of sure fingers typing. “Go to sleep, Tech,” he grumbles, turning over in the pull down bunk to face the wall. 

The typing stops abruptly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Crosshair’s voice. Not Tech’s. Never Tech’s. 

Tech is dead. 

Wrecker rolls to his back, stares at the bunk above him. “Sorry,” he says. 

Crosshair makes a scoffing noise. “What for? I woke you up.”

“I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”

Crosshair is quiet for a few moments, and Wrecker isn’t sure he’s going to answer, and then, “Hunter types like a newborn blurrg’s first steps.” 

Wrecker barks out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at his brother. Crosshair smirks back at him. 

“I missed you, Cross,” Wrecker says. “A whole lot.” He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly feeling sentimental, but the words need to be said. 

He misses Tech. Every day. 

But he also missed Crosshair. 

Every day.  

Crosshair blinks at him, smile dropping. He glances away. “I missed you too.” 

Wrecker sits up, ducking his head so he doesn’t hit it on the upper bunk. He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “Did Omega ever tell you about Tech winning a pod race?”

A half shrug and a nod. “A little. No details, but I got the gist of it.” 

“You should’ve seen him,” Wrecker says, becoming animated. “He was the craziest racer there.” 

Crosshair chuckles. “You sound surprised.” 

“Nah,” Wrecker says. “Just proud of him.” 

His little brother hums. “I would’ve liked to see that,” Crosshair mumbles, looking down at the data pad gone idle in his lap. He pecks one finger at the screen, igniting it to life, but he doesn’t do anything else with it. “There’s a lot of things I should’ve been here for.”

Wrecker swallows, but only lets his silence agree. 

“Maybe,” Crosshair continues once the quiet between them has settled, “you can tell me what happened…with the pod race.”

Wrecker grins so big it hurts. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted to share this story with Crosshair. All the details, even the ones he and Tech and Omega had carefully left out when reporting to Hunter and Echo. 

“Well,” Wrecker says, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Well, that’s obvious,” he snarks. 

And kriff, if he doesn’t sound just like Tech when he says it. 

@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, less than a week left of Angstpril! But that also means less than a week until the end of the Bad Batch 😭 I'm not ready!!

And I'm posting this story before the second to last episode airs just in case it ruins me emotionally....eeeeeep!

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just read up on your oc and they sound like a pedophile lol what do you mean she was their mother figure growing up and saw them from their beginning and then falls in love with them?

Don't know what to tell you, Anon, except that, once again, you should read the story if you want your opinion to matter. And maybe don't let yourself get so upset about fictional characters in fictional situations? I'm always happy to talk to people with who can be polite, but you clearly have to work on that. If anything I write isn't for you, that's a-okay, I don't mind, but it's a bit strange for you to be taking it so seriously to be coming into my inbox about it when you could just block me.

For more openminded folks who might be interested in my stories: Pedophiles are people who are attracted to and have predatory relationships with children. Groomers are people who are trying to shape children to someday have a relationship with them. Senna is neither. She had a perfectly normal relationship with the Batch when they were growing up. In one of my AUs, after she and Crosshair have been trapped inside the Empire by themselves for a year, he starts to see her differently. I tried very hard to handle the situation well, because I know it's a sensitive subject, but for the rest, you'll have to read. 🙂 And of course, if that particular relationship isn't for you, I have a whole different long fic where it never happens, "Not Just the Carcass, but the Spark".

Anyhow, I won't be responding to anymore weirdly aggressive anons who can't separate fantasy from real life, but if anyone wants to have a normal conversation, I'd be happy to.

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Sorry folks, no Angstpril for today as I'm sick and haven't been able to hold a train of thought. Hopefully tomorrow!

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Just thinking about Crosshair and his admission that “Tantiss isn’t a place I ever wanted to go back to.” He didn’t tell them about the Rampart lead because he knew they’d follow it up and find a way to get there, and that terrified him.

You’d think if Tantiss scared him that badly, badly enough he could hardly keep his hand from shaking and jerking, he could have simply given them the info and then volunteered to stay behind. But I think that once he was back with his brothers again, staying behind and leaving them to face Tantiss alone never occurred to him.

Because if his brothers were going into certain death, he was going with them, no matter what. He’d already lost them twice before: there was no option in his mind where he wouldn’t be with them at the end. And that’s why he didn’t say anything until Tantiss was inevitable.

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Nothing just stamp collectin’