Febuwhump Day 4: Knife To The Throat

Febuwhump Day 4: Knife to the throat

Fandom: Star wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

Warning violence

Crosshair perched in the tree. He waited and waited for one of his brothers to arrive, maybe even for his little sister. Today he righted the wrong of letting the rogue clones live in the first place, today he picked them off one by one.

    Hunter walked carefully through the woods. He listened for his family and for any unfriendlies. The clone kept he's eyes peeled, every hair was on its end. Something wasn't right but no matter what he did, he simply couldn't put his finger on it. No matter what he could have done nothing prepared Hunter for what was next.

    Crosshair eyed his target. After fighting alongside Hunter his whole life he knew exactly how his brother would act. The soldier grabbed a puck and threw it to a nearby tree.

    Hunter spotted the shine of the puck. He swiftly moved from his spot out in the open, well as open as the woods could be to a spot behind a tree. Hunter was exactly where Crosshair wanted him. He pulled his gun and tried to find Cross. He wasn't sure how the sniper had managed to get past him. Unless... Crosshair had planned this.

    Crosshair shot the puck . He watched the surprise on the others face as the bullet hit his gun. Slightly angling his rifle differently he proceeded to almost immediately shoot his beloved brother in the left kneecap.

     Hunter cried out as the bullet hit his knee. He leaned against the tree then slid down to sit. Hunter reached for one of his vibro-knifes but quickly remembered they had been left of the ship. He had been cleaning them previously and simply forgot to put them back. Echo had even reminded him. Hunter knew Crosshair hadn't missed, he never misses so what did he want?

    Crosshair climbed down from his hide out and walked towards Hunter.

    Pulling his arm up, Hunter touched his comm.

    "I wouldn't" Crosshair spat.

    Hunter moved his arm to his knee "so, what do you want?"

    "Smart." As soon as Crosshair got close enough Hunter attempted to kick him with his uninjured leg. Crosshair took one step closer and kicked in Hunter's other knee. He screeched with pain, tears welling in his eyes. Hunter  wondering what in the hell Crosshair wanted from him. Could he?  No. Hunter hoped Crosshair wouldn't do that to him. If Crosshair was going to kill him he'd at least let it be quick right?

    Crosshair kneeled down to Hunter's level, pushing his vibro-knife to the others throat. Hunter flinched thinking Crosshair was going in for the kill. "Listen here Hunter" Crossing hissed "I'm here to fix my mistakes. He pushed the knife into Hunter's skin. "I'll start with you."

    "Crosshair please." Hunter's voice was shaky and faint. Crosshair looked his brother in the eyes. He hadn't seen Hunter so scared in quite some time.

    Hunter was shaking. The agony in his legs made him wish he were Echo. If the knife went any further he would die. He grabbed Crosshair's arm and pulled the knife away from his throat. Curling his hand into a fist he hit Crosshair.

    Crosshair pulled his arm out of the others grip and slowly stood. Hunter attempted to stand only to be met with stabbing pain. Unable to do much else to protect himself Hunter defensively set his arms in front of him.

    "Good soldiers follow orders." Snarled Crosshair.

    "Then I'm not a good soldier."

    Crosshair moved his arm back ready to throw the knife to take his brother's life. Hunter drew into himself, preparing himself to meet the Domino squad.

    Suddenly Crosshair fell to the ground. Hunter lifted his head to see Echo. "Are you okay?" Echo walked over to his brother.

    Hunter shook his head yes before once more making the decision to try to stand. He yelped as he put the slightest amount of pressure on his legs

    "Stop Hunter, sit down." Echo spoke calmly. "Let me look."

    Before Echo got the chance Hunter explained what had happened.

    "Let's get you back to the ship okay?"

    "Alright. What are we going to do about Crosshair?" Despite everything Hunter still cared for his brother. He grew up beside him, how could he not.

    "He'll be fine." Echo gently picked Hunter up. Together the two headed to the Marauder where the rest of the batch would meet soon.

Sometimes I think about Hunter's scar/his ear and wonder what happened. Healing magic exists so why does he have a scar. Viny says "now I'm scarred emotionally" after healing herself so healing magic doesn't leave scars. My personal theory is of he fails or didn't do something well enough he's not allowed to get his injuries healed. It's Belos so it wouldn't surprise me. I think this would go for the other golden guards as well.

One day when Darius was younger he walked into his mentor's house/wherever he lived and saw him rapping some injuries and asked why he didn't just get them healed. The golden guard (has the fandom given him a nickname yet?) didn't want to say the real reason so he just said it was to much of a hassle and didn't want to waste anyone's time. Darius tried to tell him it would be no issue and that's what healers we're there but in the end he didn't press that matter. Hunter later gives the same response when he's asked. Darius still thinks about that sometimes.

I started reading Padawan (a book about Obi-wan Kanobi's padawan years) and I gotta say Obi-wan is a very reliable character. He is so nervous and on edge. I find Qui-gon leaving without telling him very interesting. It seems like a thing Qui-gon would do being honest. I like that Obi-wan decided to go anyway and see what this tells him. If you pay attention to the droid (Ace) it's green, black and silver which is close to the arrow flag (green, light green, white, gray, black) Tho I'm not there yet I know it's hinted that Obi-wan is not straight so. I'm so excited to finish the book.

Febuwhump day 2! Flinching

Fandom: Star Wars

Time: The Bad Batch after the episode 'Battle Scars'

Walking off of the Marauder the batch made their way to the forest in front of them. The trees consist of pretty pinks and purples, the sky a beautiful shade of blue, and the grass a bright green. The planet had a calming aura to it. This worked well with the tension being high in the batch lately. Though everyone understood Wrecker did not wish to hurt them this would not change the events that happened on the shipyard planet Braca.

    Walking though the woods was simple. Hunter stooped and looked back at his squad "Everyone gets to your positions" Hunter whispered. The batch looked at him confused. He understood what that meant at this point having seen this look maybe times. They simply didn't hear him. "Sorry."

    "No worries, we understand your volume control is wacky." Wrecker reassured him.

    Hunter smiled and repeated himself loud enough for them to hear him.

    Everyone headed their respective ways, Wrecker and Tech heading left, Omega and Echo heading right, and Hunter waking the way they had previously been going.

    Tech and Wrecker got to their position first and simply waited. "So Tech" Wrecker turned around quickly, moving his arm swiftly to rest on Tech's shoulder. Tech flinched. Tech... flinched?

    "Tech?"

    Tech took a step back. "I" he continued to step back. Everything in his heart hated the way he felt. Tech loveed Wrecker but that couldn't change what had happened, what the order made him do. Tech hit a tree.

    Not understanding just how threatening his presence was to his brother, Wrecker walked towards him. Feeling trapped Tech looked for a way out. All rationalities left his mind as he forgot that Wrecker had not ment to hurt him.

    Tech looked around him and stepped to the side of the tree before taking off running. Wrecker yelled for him before starting to follow. Tech make a sharp turn and Wrecker lost him.

    Hunter, who had been just about to his position heard the yelling. "What's going on?" He commed Wrecker.

    "I lost Tech. I startled him and he took off. I'm not sure where he went." Concern filled Wrecker's voice.

    "I'll find him. You meet with the others and take care of the mission."

    Wrecker thought before answering. He wanted to disagree for he wanted to make things right but understood he couldn't at this time. Later Tech and him would have to have a long conversation. Maybe he should invite the other to talk as well. "Yeah alright."

    Turning off the comm Hunter started to look for Tech.

    Tech finally stopped running. Out of breath he sank to the ground. He pulled himself towards the stump of a tree near him. He couldn't slow his breathing, not only was he out of breath from running for so long he was in the mits of a panic attack. Tech tried and tried to reason with himself but every attempt failed. He hastily removed his helmet, then goggles as they had begun to fill with tears.

     Tech's breathing had not slowed. He started to feel lightheaded from breathing too hard. Tech had always thought it was somewhat silly that breathing too much could harm you.

    Most of his thoughts were about the events on Braca. Struggling to find a way to calm down Tech looked for good memories of Wrecker. He thought that he could reassure with his head by  using his heart to fight it. 

    His breathing began to slow as wonderful memories of his beloved brother would calm him. For once his heart would win the battle of head vs heart. Pushing his hands against the blue bark Tech slowly stood up. He needed to find the rest of the batch and see if they still needed his help with the mission. the mission, he forgot about the mission.

    Tech retched for his comm and debated which of his brothers to contact. Choosing Hunter he tapped his comm "Hunter" he began

    "Tech! Where are you? Are you alright?" Hunter's voice was laced with concern.

    "I'm... alright. I'm not sure where I am."

    "Start yelling."

    Not long after Hunter would hunt down Tech and the two would meet the rest of the batch at the Marauder. The mission was a success.

    Tech walked to Wrecker. "Hey, I"

    Wrecker cut him off "I'm so sorry."

    "I know you won't hurt me. It wouldn't make sense unless you are joking as you do. However the trauma is still there. I see you no differently. I just have to heal. Please be patient with me." Tech explained.

    "Of course." Wrecker was ready to take however much time Tech needed.

    Hunter smiled at the exchange. Everything would be okay.

(sorry it's a day late)

Febuwhump day 1! Touch starved

Fandom: Star Wars

Time: A few years after Order 66

  Obi-wan Kenobi had been alone for a long time. He misses many things. Many things. These feelings often came in waves, sometimes all at once. Missing his family, his life, his happiness. The feelings both mental and physical were the things he craved but understood he could never have again. 

Obi-wan glanced at the window. He noted the shades of orange he loved so much. They reminded him of his commander, his lover, his Cody. Of course he didn't really know if he could or should still call him that. However Obi-wan chose to believe that Cody had his reasons to do as he did, to try to kill him with no known reason to him.

    Walking outside Obi-wan would watch the sunset. The warmth reminded him of the warmth he felt from long embraces. But of course the sun would set and long hugs would end.

    Walking back inside Obi-wan closed the door with a sigh. He walked a very short distance to his bed and laid down. The thoughts of his former lover stayed with him. He began to think how he missed being greeted with short hugs and soft kisses when entering a room that the two were alone in, how cuddles after long, cold missions felt, the warmth of being so close together and feeling so safe with each other. He found himself missing the warm feeling of fingers running over scars.

    Of course the thoughts of Cody couldn't stay loving for long. Obi-wan was reminded of the order. This would remind him of the jedi. the Jedi he had been friends with.

    There was Plo Koon, a very gentle and sweet man who treated everyone kindly. He remembered Plo giving him a long and caring hug after Qui-gon had died. He could swear Plo gave some of the best hugs in the galaxy.

    Qui-gon. Qui-gon knew exactly what to do in most many scenario. When Obi-wan was stressed Qui-gon would rest his hand gently on his shoulder and reassure him everything would be alright. Now Obi-wan just wished for any reassurance at all.

    Qui-gon would spiral into thoughts of Anakin, his brother. Anakin was always a very touchy person. He constantly would poke at Obi-wan when he needed something or simply wanted his master's attention. Anakin's hugs had always been something he looked forward to. Anakin liked giving people physical affection. Obi-wan suspected that it was from never receiving much when he was younger.

    With thoughts of Anakin came thoughts of Ahsoka, Rex, Padme, and the twins.

    Obi-wan sat up trying to shake the thoughts of his past family but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Standing up he walked towards the door. He opened the door and as the somewhat chilly air hit him the thoughts went to the back of his mind. He didn't need to think of the people he knew and loved. The people who rather betrayed him or died. 

    Being outside didn't help for very long as the thoughts creeped back in. Ahsoka had also enjoyed Physical affection. She liked piggy back rides and often got them from Anakin and Rex. Of course Obi-wan had given her a few over the years. Ahsoka was a very kind soul, one who was done so wrong by the times and by the jedi. He hoped she was still out there somewhere, wishing to see her again, to give her one last piggy back ride or to have one last hug but he understood it simply wasn't possible.

    Obi-wan knew he needed sleep. Trying to stay outside and brush off the thoughts of loved ones simply wouldn't work. Walking back inside he thought of old friends now all gone. Closing the door he walked back towards the bed, laying down again. He grabbed his own hand and held it. It didn't help much but it was something and right now he needed anything. Well he needed his family, his friends but he couldn't have those. Not anymore.

    Tears began to run down his face as he curled himself into a ball. He wished he had someone who could be there to comfort him. But no one would come. The only thing that would come would be the suns in the morning telling him it was time to leave. Maybe just maybe his thoughts would leave with the night.

Febuwhump Day 14: Captivity

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

  The floor was cold. That's the first thing Tech noticed when he woke up. He sat up and looked around. The cell was completely empty other than him. The man's googles had been cracked on the right side, making it somewhat difficult to see.

    Tech had simply been walking back to Cid's bar when he was captured. Omega had been having a bad day so he went to go get her some Mantell mix. Walking past a dark alley he heard what seemed to be a child crying. The clone's first mistake was not notifying someone he was into an alley. He was skeptical but walked down the alley anyway. Once deemed far enough in some soldiers cornered and stunned him.

    It would be a while before anyone would pay Tech a visit. He walked around the cell attempting to find a way out. Nothing.

    The room was deadly silent. 'There has to be something I can do' thought Tech. Something finally came to mind. Hide behind the door and wait for someone to enter. When someone enters sneek out. From there he needed to find his armor, find his weapons, and find his way out.

    Plans however don't always work the way they are supposed to. Despite Tech's best effort he was not able to escape. As soon as the soldiers noticed the mercenary wasn't in the cell they turned around and ran after him. Other troops were not too far away and stopped him. He was dragged back to the cell to be interrogated.

    Back in the cell he was chained to the wall. Fighting against the metal was practically useless. In the end it would just hurt him and make him tired. The torment was inevitable once he was chained so what was the point?

    "Where are the rest of ya?" Asked the interrogator.

    "I'll never tell." Tech stared at the other. The man appeared to be a clone.

    "What were you doing on Ord Mantell? Working for the rebels?".

    "I was on Ord Mantell for a mercenary mission." Technically he wasn't really wrong. He was a mercenary on a mission. That mission however was just to make his sister's day a bit better.

    The interrogator didn't believe him. The torture would begin. The batch had been trained to hold up under torture. Though it wasn't pleasant training Tech was glad he had it right now.

    Time passed and finally the interrogator let up. The man unchained Tech and he fell to the floor. His body ached and his breathing was labored. Speaks of color distorted his vision. They would go away soon now that he could breathe again. The doors shut and he was alone.

    Tech pulled himself against the wall and assessed his injuries. Large deep cuts were scattered across his body. Bruises were beginning to form all across him; the largest being around his neck. Small electrical burns could be found but not many. The man worked to get his breathing back under his control.

    Crosshair learned of what was done to his brother. He knew that they wouldn't be working with the rebels, they had a child to protect after all. For the first time he really seemed to question the empire. He roamed the dark halls deep in thought. The sniper didn't want Tech to die. Despite everything he still loved him. One thought led to another and now he found himself standing in front of Tech's cell.

    Inside Tech had gotten his breathing back under control. He had torn the sleeves off his shirt and tied them around the injuries he could. When Crosshair entered Tech was trying to do the same to the ends of his pants.

    Of all the people Tech would have thought to rescue him he never expected Crosshair to be the one too. When he saw his brother he thought the torture was about to continue. What Crosshair didn't expect was for Tech to draw into himself, arms slightly out in defiance.

    Now Crosshair was mad. Mad at the empire and mad at himself for letting it go this far. "Hello. I'm not here to hurt you, relax." He stated as softly as he could.

    Tech raised his head and looked at his brother. If he wasn't there to harm him, why was he there?

    "Can you stand?"

    The clone slowly stood. Walking proved to be harder. "Why are you here?" Tech asked.

    "I'm rescuing you."

    "But I'm a traitor. You work for the empire don't you?"

    "You're my brother and not anymore." Crosshair admitted.

    "Ah okay. Why the change?" Tech was curious. Crosshair had been loyal to a fault.

    "A moment of realization. Now stop asking questions. We need to leave." With that the two would leave the cell block. When Tech could no longer walk Crosshair would carry him the rest of the way. He stole a small imperial shuttle and left for Ord Mantell. On the ship the deserter would take care of his brother's injuries the best he could.

    Back on Ord Mantell the family was gathered at the bar thinking of a plan to find Tech. They weren't sure where he had gone or who had taken him. What they didn't expect was for Tech to walk in, being assisted by Crosshair.

    Everyone was happy to see both of them. After talking Crosshair was allowed to stay. They were back together again. Now the six would create new stories together as a family and not as enemies.