Bad Batch - Afterlife? Hunter

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Hunter

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly you remember the Bad Batch who had helped you a few times before. Specifically the kind eyed Sargent Hunter who had helped and held you against his armour to protect you from the blasts of bombs or gunshots from the few droids still left in the area. Part of you still wondered what it would feel like to have him hold you without the shell between you. Now with a goal in mind you hurried forward asking if anyone had seen him with his longer than normal hair, bandanna and skull tattoo on half of his face. Soon you heard the familiar smoky voice, "Y/N?"

Whirling to see him walking towards you as if in a trance you cry, "Hunter," before running to him and crashing fully into his chest with only his reflexes making sure the pair of you don't fall over. But you don't care as you bury your face into his shoulder and clutch him, feeling his arms go around and finally feeling safe for the first time since you got here.

He must feel you shaking because he softly says, "Hey, I've got you." Rubbing small circles into your lower back with one hand, "I'll keep you safe." He didn't say it but you could feel the promise in his words. Leaning slightly back, "Lets get you somewhere safe." He was checking your eyes and you nod.

Sadly he released you from the hug but kept firm hold of your hand, guiding you though the confusing halls that all look the same with his unerring sense of direction. You couldn't help the smile that crept over your features even as you extended your legs to full capacity to keep up with him. Soon the two of you reached a door which he opened with a code on the side and pulled you in before locking it behind the two of you. He then guided you though the living area and directly to the rooms on the other side, opening one to show a bedroom. Letting go of your hand he goes to the drawers and pulls out sweatpants and a t-shirt that were obviously his, "You'll probably be more comfortable in these," he says as he hands them to you. Before you could respond, "I'll be in the living room when your done."

With the door firmly closed on him leaving you in his room, you quickly change out of the short garment and into his clothes. Enjoying the double comfort of being fully covered and having his smell on the shirt you were wearing you slipped out of the room to find him setting the table for two. Hearing the door open he looked up at you and smiled, "Thank you Hunter," you finally were able to say."

He took a moment to answer you, "It's my pleasure." Swallowing as you cross the room to him, "I thought you might be hungry."

You interrupt him, "You thought right." Going over to the pot on the stove, "This smells delicious."

"It's pomleek soup," you turn back to him where he is now leaning on the counter. Continuing, "It will take a few minutes to warm up if you want to tell me what happened."

Taking a chair at the table you tell him everything from the strange shot that morning until he found you. Finally ending the story as he brings over the bowls of soup for the two of you, "Do you know what this place is?"

Hunter shook his shaggy head, "No, we don't." There is a sigh through his nose as you start eating and you look up at him, "We've gathered some Intel though." You nod and between bites of soup he tells you what they had learned. And together you begin to plan the next steps.

And then the bros each hug Fox every time they see him. Including after telling their Generals just how hard Fox and the Guard have it.

Rex: That number is your kill count? Fox: Roughly. Cody: I wasn't...expecting that to be honest... Wolffe: He's lying. Look, he wrote a number above it first, then crossed it out. That's the truth. Fox: No, that's the literal kill count. Cody: ... Rex: ... Wolffe: ... Fox: They were alive before we crossed paths. Rex: Oh...Most of our kills are-- Cody: Droids... Wolffe: I don't--How!? Fox: ...Why do you think I have so many awards? Wolffe: You...work hard? Fox: Doing what? Wolffe: Whatever the chancellor tells you to do. Fox: ... Cody: You protect the Senate. Fox: Coruscant. Rex: What? Fox: My duties extend beyond the Senate. I protect Coruscant. Wolffe: Ok, you protect Coruscant. Fox: ...From? Wolffe: Seppies? Fox: That's...part of it. Rex: ... Cody: ... Fox, popping his tongue against the roof of his mouth: Let me lay it out for you three. Fox: While you're out there sniping heads off of comedic relief training dummies, I have to deal with living, breathing, thinking beings. The living and breathing should make them easier to take down, but the thinking makes them unpredictable. I have to account for their individual beliefs, their morals...their sense of honor...all of which throw logic out of the window. It's not easy to land a droid army on Coruscant, so I don't get the pleasure of predictability too often. Rex: ... Fox: Instead, I have to deal with the citizens of this planet, too many of which don't want us here. They shout at us, abuse us, and have even started a market for us. You know...the skin and organ market. Yes and no. Yes, they have actually harvested our skin. No, I don't mean literal skin when I say skin market. Think collars and chains. How many times have you stood between a threat and the people you're duty bound to protect knowing at least one of those people have spat on your men, attacked them, used them like toys, or captured and sold them? My only comfort is knowing I can turn on them the second they're labeled a traitor to the Republic. And I can pick the worst of them off when there are no witnesses. Cody: ...That's-- Fox: On top of that, I have encountered creatures of nightmares because they just dwell in the bowels of this rotting planet or some pieces of garbage brought them here to sell. If you thought I was protected against watching my men get eaten by a wampa, you are sorely mistaken. Although it was the nexu that kept me up at night. For weeks. Who buys those things? Seriously...At least I put some of them down, but who knows how many they sold? Wolffe: ... Fox: The worst creatures are the ones I can't add to my kill count, though. The absolute worst is Chancellor Palpatine. He doesn't know what my job is and assigns me to literally every job in the Coruscant Guard. I have to do it personally. I'm the boss of the people who are supposed to do those jobs. He is the sole reason I will only sleep when I am dead. Fox: The second worst is 99% of the senators. Entitled, egotistical pricks. I would rather be distributed to desperate families looking for organs than catch the eye of any senator. Thire has to remember which ones show a little too much interest in the clones because we are at their mercy. He can't allow a shiny anywhere near them. If a Coruscanti attacks a clone, it's considered damaging government property, making them a criminal. If a senator attacks a clone, it's considered You better do what is best for the Republic and shut your kriffing mouth. Because treating a clone like a complimentary gift isn't betraying the Republic. Risking one of the Republic's delicate alliances is. Cody: Force, Fox... Fox: I deal with all of that while maintaining an impressive record of mission successes. That is why I have so many awards. Wolffe: ...You have awards, but do you want a hug? Fox: Desperately. All day. Every day.

My older brother used to let me ride on his shoulders, so that's how I respond to this. A beautiful sibling moment.

holds them gently

My sweet cat Shadow taking a nap on me.

I love this beautiful interaction between the twins.

inspired by one of @here-comes-the-moose 's posts !! thought it was funny so i drew it xP

( idk how tumblr works im so sorry sdfsdh )

Ahh yes, family bonding 😂

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I sketched something because I got a idea about Plo and Wolffe team work or something

I got inspired from the official fan comic that Plo casually rise up his handcuff to offer Wolffe a clear shot from miles away in the middle of the Droids.

Wolffe of course not pleased when lightsaber approaches him, because of the trauma Sith left on his eye. And Plo knew it and always went careful with it, but there was always a chance of the emergency.

Like this, when Plo is middle of the gang, fighting alone, and some asshole pointing pistol to him, and Wolffe had his brothers and General to protect and help.

Wolffe trusted his General's skill, so he asked Plo a little help, and got a nice clean cut of his binder, and gave bad criminal a nice smack he really wanted to give.

Plo who casually reclaiming his saber: That's my boy!