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Someone please give this man a mission. He’s getting desperate.

(Tell me you recognize Obi-Wan pose)

Tech absolutely wears the Tom Sachs Nike shoes because of the ergonomic value and style, but ends his long opinion on his shoes with a shruggish statement on Tom Sachs himself. He's also a fan of Tinker Hatfield's Air Huarache and Mowabb shoes. He's curious about branching into Xero shoes, but he can't leave behind the legacy of the swoosh. And Rex buys his Sketchers on sale and styles that appear to have already mowed the lawn.

Some were harder to place, but in the end I feel like this is pretty accurate💙😅

Crosshair: don’t you kriffing dare die on me

Tech: I have no intent on doing so…

Time for a rescue mission I recon 👀

This is basically a part two to this drawing! The brainrot for any Tech and Crosshair interaction is very real my guys, I just need them all to be happy 🥲

I love love love your color palettes. That Omega with the pink marker is everything!!!

I like to call this series “The Bad Batch Goes Apeshit” 😂 Because what would it look like right before you get taken out by a Batcher? So please enjoy all of these sketches of the Batch ready to kick ass and take names:

Featuring: Hunter going feral, Crosshair fighting to send a message, Tech being a badass, Omega paying Cid a little visit, Wrecker always ready to throw down, Echo ready to fight on Skako Minor, and Hunter and Crosshair in one of the most magnificent shots of the show.

What I mean when i say i have bad batch brainrot

THE BAD BATCH | 1.16 KAMINO LOST

🔥day 3: revenge 🔥

Crosshair has had a long and wonderful character development but I can't stop loving his feeling betrayed by his team, his desire for revenge for what they did to him…

Whumptober 2024

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

A/N: work for prompt No. 1 is out, guys! Since most of y'all voted for tcw/tbb in the first hour that the poll was out, that's what I whipped up! Also, this has not been edited at all and has SPOILERS FOR S3 EP 11 of The Bad Batch. Read at your own discretion.

Okay, those are all my disclaimers. I'll be posting this, and anything else I write for Whumptober on my AO3 and FFN accounts, so you can check them out there if that's more your style. They're linked in my bio!

tw: panic attack

You failed.  She’s gone.  It’s all your fault.

Those were the three things that kept spinning rapidly through Crosshair’s mind like some sick mantra. 

You failed.  She’s gone and it’s all your fault.  Your fault.

Tag the shuttle.  That was all he had to do.  The search parties were after them, and she had known as well as he did that they would tear the island apart until they found what they were looking for.  So, they would give them what they were looking for.  That was the plan.  It was the easiest route, by a tactical standpoint.  By far, the most logical.  Fewer casualties, for the greater good.

That thinking was exactly what had gotten Tech killed.

Crosshair’s grip tightened on his rifle, until he realized one thing. 

His hands were steady.

Somehow, of all the things that had occurred in the last hour, from the destruction of their ship to the sight of the imperial shuttle disappearing into the cosmos, that was his breaking point.  The final crack in the glass before it shattered.  The straw that broke the bantha’s back.

His hands were steady.

Crosshair’s rifle dropped to the ground.  He didn’t register the harsh clatter as it collided with the cobbled path.  The safe space that had been his helmet for as far back as he could remember felt hot, suffocating suddenly.  Even as he ripped it off and it struck the ground several steps away, he couldn’t seem to escape the sensation of dread that was rapidly taking hold of his body, the crushing, squeezing pain that gripped his whole chest.

You failed.  Omega is gone, and it’s your fault.  You weren’t there when it mattered most.  Just like Mayday, just like Cody.

Just like Tech.

And just like that, they were on Kamino.  He knew they were, because of the familiar curve of the circular room, visible to him even in the pitch darkness.  It always was, no matter how dark his brothers kept it for him and Hunter.

He could hear their steady breathing now.  Wrecker’s intermittent snores, Hunter’s steady presence, and Tech—

He was gasping, choking on air.  He couldn’t breathe— he couldn’t kriffing breathe—

The pain was excruciating.  It set every nerve in his body aflame; the restraints on his wrists and ankles felt like they seared his skin with the barest touch.  And yet, to speak would be ever more unbearable.  To break now would be to admit the pointlessness of his existence.  If his secrets died with him, so be it.  He had betrayed his brothers before, he refused to betray them again.

Let them hurt him all they wanted.  He would die before he yielded to the Empire again.

—and he was on the ground.  The stones were icy cold, but his skin was coated in a sheen of sweat—

You failed.  He’s gone.  You weren’t fast enough, and now he’s gone, a life wasted like a pawn in the game you’ve been playing along with like a good soldier.  Whatever happens next, it doesn’t matter.  Nothing matters except revenge, as cold and heartless as the predators that will devour your worthless carcass when you die

A shadowy form slid across the ground within his line of sight.  He would be next—

“Crosshair—?”

They had him now, but something had changed.  When they had stopped asking questions, he didn’t even know.  All that he knew was that there was something different in way they looked at him, with those cold, calculating eyes.  He wished they would go back to asking him their questions. 

At least then he would know there was something – someone – still out there to look for—

“Crosshair!”

A hand gripped his shoulder, sent shooting pain through his nerves everywhere it touched.

“No—” he croaked; the single word stuck like shards of glass in his throat.

“Where is Omega?”

She’s gone.  I failed.

“Crosshair, where is she?”

His pulse hammered in his ears, a frantic pounding, as though it were a crazed animal trying to break out of a cage.  He felt the hand release him, curled in one himself.  His body was shaking—shaking and it wouldn’t stop, the crushing, squeezing, wrenching— it wouldn’t stop.

He felt a gentle pressure on his clammy forehead.

At first, it amounted to nothing next to the thoughts and sensations that ran rampant in his mind, the violent trembling that wracked his frame.  Until a voice seemed to call to him from far away, like a whisper carried on a strong wind.  Almost impossible to make out, so quiet you question whether you heard anything at all.

“Breathe, vod…”

That single word caused a flicker of recognition in the very back recesses of Crosshair’s mind.  Something he hadn’t encountered in a very, very long time.

They were trapped underground.  They cave system Republic intelligence had informed them about did exist, and it had gotten them into and out of the Separatist outpost quickly and quietly.  But what they hadn’t considered was how very weak it was, and that the blast from their detonation charges wouldn’t just destroy the outpost, but their means of escape, as well.  “Intelligence,” indeed.

Hunter was hurt.  Badly.

Wrecker and Tech both seemed a little shell-shocked.  It was the first time their sergeant, their ori’vod, had been incapacitated so completely during a mission.  Wrecker got quiet.  Disturbingly quiet.  Tech had fallen back on his old friend, logic, to calculate himself a web of positive probabilities and outcomes.  He was also utterly silent.  And Crosshair?  Ironically, he had nothing to say, not even some dry comment about the uselessness of the reg’s so called “intel.”

The only sound that hung in the stuffy, oxygen-scarce air was Hunter’s labored breathing as the life slowly seeped from his unconscious form.

That is, until he gasped awake, a ragged, panicked sound that caused all three of them to jump.

“Hunter!” Wrecker exclaimed, and Crosshair shot him a warning glare.

“Wreck—?”

Unsuccessfully, Hunter struggled to sit up, arms trembling from the mere effort.  Crosshair placed a restraining hand on Hunter’s chest as Tech hurried over to run another scan.  They already suspected he had one hell of a concussion, and internal damage to boot.  But Hunter’s confusion and alarm only seemed to increase with Crosshair’s attempt to keep him from harming himself further.

“Where—? Let me go!” He croaked, only to trigger a coughing fit. “Let me—cough—let me go—!”

Moving closer, Crosshair kept his hand on Hunter’s chest and squeezed his shoulder tightly with the other.

“Hunter, look at me,” he snapped, hovering directly in his brother’s line of sight.

Whether or not Hunter registered the command was irrelevant.  He simply took another gasping breath, eyes uncomprehending and wild.

“It’s me, vod, you’re safe,” Crosshair continued.  “It’s alright.  Just breathe.”

Gradually, the panic drained from Hunter’s face, and his whole body seemed to relax slightly.  “Crosshair…?”

“Yeah,” Crosshair said, loosening his grip on Hunter’s shoulder as he watched the last of the tension dissipate.  “Now take it easy.  Tech’s going to take another look at you.”

Already, fatigue seemed to be creeping back into his brother; just keeping his eyelids open was obviously getting more and more difficult for him.  Crosshair’s gaze moved back up to Tech, who was tapping away at his datapad.  To anyone else, interpreting his expressions and mannerisms could prove challenging, but Crosshair read them with ease.  Tech didn’t need to tell them that they were running out of time – and air – fast.

If only the search party would come for them sooner.  If only we could hold on, just a little longer… Crosshair thought, as Hunter succumbed to another fit of coughs.

“Breathe.”

Crosshair blinked.  He was back.  He tasted the acrid smell of discharged blasters at the back of his throat, heard the steady whisper of the ocean.  He felt the cool stones under his palms and the steady pressure of his brother’s forehead against his own.

He breathed.

The seconds stretched on – an eternity and no time at all, until he heard the rustle of movement.  When nothing happened, no shouting, no curses, Crosshair looked up.  Hunter was standing now, eyebrows drawn together, gaze distant.  Crosshair waited several more seconds, expecting something – anything – from him.  And got nothing.  Nothing except for a single question, heavy with dread.

“Crosshair… where is Omega?”

Incredible 🤩🤩🤩

Bad Batch Sketch Page #1

I filled a whole canvas with sketches because my brain won’t stop thinking up stuff

✨Featuring✨:

Tech and Crosshair content because I’m SAD ABOUT THEM

RIP Hunter and his concussion and probably a stab wound

ProTECHtive Tech

Brother Drama™️

Echo’s near death experience and zinger number 132425226

Echo and Cross Sass

Big bro Wrecker who has my whole heart

Bandana-less Hunter because I said so + Baby Omegaaaaaaa

Bonus full unedited page+ B&W version :

II. Going Home

Closure Series

Warnings: SFW Romance between Crosshair x fem!reader, brotherly banter, adventure brewing, life on Pabu

Characters involved: Crosshair x fem!reader x Hunter x Phee x Wrecker

Word count: 3508

Read Chapter I. Nightmares of Eriadu Read the Prequel Series

A few days later, you woke to the home smelling like baked goods again and the sound of Hunter and Crosshair fighting on the roof, again.

“Your work is sloppy!” Crosshair yells across the roof. “You’re the reason we’re up here fixing it again!” Hunter barks back. A loud thud hit the roof. You assume Hunter had thrown a hammer at Crosshair.

“If you hadn’t done such a terrible job fixing it the first time, I wouldn’t have disassembled it a second time!” Crosshair hisses back. 

Rolling your eyes, you stand up and walk out of the room to avoid hearing any more brotherly banter. You knew Wrecker was home based on how the home smelled, so you headed to the kitchen to check on him. 

You peer around the corner as Wrecker takes another sheet of baked goods from the oven. The entire room was stacked with baked goods, pastries, cakes, breakfast items, dinner items, and more.

“What’s all of this for?” You marvel at the towers of food.

“What’s, what?” Wrecker stands up quickly from behind a counter. You motion around to the stacks of cakes and baked goods, “What’s this?”

“Oh. Well, I miss the kid, so I guess I got a little carried away,” Wrecker says as he looks at the stacks of carbs around him. “But I guess the island might like a few things.”

“I don’t think anyone would pass up your food, Wrecker,” you assure. “Could I have some?” “Well, none of it will eat itself!” Wrecker smiles and hands you a plate of pancakes.

“How was your supply run with Shep?” You ask as you tear into a few pancakes.

“Uneventful, but I suppose that’s good,” he shrugs.

“You were probably hoping for some action, weren’t you?” You chattered.

“Yeah. I don’t seem to blow things up as often as I used to,” he sighs and starts to stir a new bucket of batter. “Life is a little slower these days, even if I’m still dragged along to be the muscle.”

“I think Crosshair and I are going to set out on an adventure with Phee here soon, would you want to come?” You ask, but hadn’t heard Crosshair enter the room.

“Well, now everyone will want to come,” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“It might not be a bad thing,” you shrug.

“What wouldn’t be a bad thing?” Hunter asks as he enters the room.

“Just a small adventure, you know, to get our minds off things. Reset a bit,” you explain.

“You’re not selling it right,” Crosshair motions. 

“Oh no,” you said under your breath as you knew Crosshair would reveal your true intentions.

“She and Phee want to look for Tech on Eriadu,” he announces.

“You what?” Hunter says in shock and takes the half-bitten roll out of his mouth. 

You bit your lip and felt your shoulders come up to your ears. “In my defense, it was Phee’s idea.”

“And you were going to go without us?” Hunter presses.

“Not intentionally —” you start.

“But intentionally,” Crosshair butts in and eyes Hunter.

“What’s your problem with me?” Hunter squints at Crosshair and takes a step towards him. You take Crosshair’s hand as a preventative measure.

“Cross, I swear if you bring the roof up, I’m going to ask Wrecker to blow it up a third time,” you complain as you rub your forehead in frustration.

“I get to blow what up?” Wrecker exclaims as he looks up again from his baking activities. 

“Fine,” Crosshair sighs and relaxes his posture.

You turn back to Hunter, “Look, Phee will be back soon. We can ask her if she has any details together, but I think she's looking for closure. I agree with everyone, Tech would have established contact with you if he survived. We may be searching for nothing, but at least we’ll know after.”

Hunter studies your eyes and nods, “It might be good for all of us to return.”

Wrecker sits down at the table to join the conversation. He sighs from exhaustion and seems to shake the baking aura off to focus on matters at hand.

“I’d like to go,” he softly declares. “It never felt right leaving him. And we never got the chance to return properly.” 

Hunter nods in Wrecker's direction, “When does Phee get back?”

“Tonight,” you respond.

____

You and Clone Force 99 waited at the spaceport for Phee to arrive. Nightfall swept over the island as you followed the lit trail up to the port. After watching the skyline for a while, her ship descended from the stars. 

Phee’s gray and blue ship rests and steam releases from the air seal as the door opens.

“I didn’t expect a welcoming committee,” Phee jokes, her hands on her hips as she stands at the top of the stairs. 

“Phee,” Hunter cut to the chase, “Can we come with you to Eriadu?”

Phee eyes you, raises an eyebrow, and walks down the stairs, “You’re that bad at keeping secrets?”

“It wasn’t my secret to keep,” you say back. 

“Well, the more the merrier,” Phee nods. “We’ll prepare the ship in the morning,” 

Hunter nods back and turns to walk back to town, “Crosshair, you finish the roof.”

“Ugh,” Crosshair’s cute disdainful groan in response made you smile. 

The next morning, Crosshair applied the finishing touches to the roof, Wrecker packed Phee’s ship, Phee prepped the ship, while you and Hunter gathered remaining supplies from in-town. 

“Hunter, do we have a plan?” You ask him. 

“Not really. I was thinking we could covertly hike there from the city,” Hunter says as he picks out a few fruit for the ship. “Did you have any ideas? This was your mission first.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Honestly, the chills I felt the first time you told me Tech died outside of Tarkin’s compound haven’t left me.”

“Tell me something,” Hunter pauses his grocery efforts. “Do you really think Tech is dead?”

You bit your lip to focus on what you had heard from Tech’s sacrifice.

“Hunter,” you hesitate, “There are two things about the story that make me curious if he is still out there.”

“And what’s that?” He took a step closer to you and grew serious.

“Wrecker told me Hemlock only brought back the Tech’s goggles,” you mutter. 

“Mhmm,” Hunter affirms.

“And you told me that Hemlock would have brought you back to Tarkin’s compound because Tarkin wanted to question you personally about raiding his compound.”

“What are you getting at?” Hunter questions.

“I have a horrible feeling that Hemlock brought Tech to Tarkin for questioning before he had returned his goggles to you,” you nearly whisper.

“You’re saying you think Tarkin kept Tech imprisoned on Eriadu?!” Hunter exclaims. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Hunter’s voice grew louder.

You stood there in silence, feeling the guilt wash over.

“Tell me,” Hunter demands.

“Eriadu,” you hesitate. “I don’t exactly want to go back.”

“You and Crosshair are too much alike,” Hunter scowls and turns from you.

“Listen, it’s just a theory,” you look at the ground. “There’s opposing facts too. How would Tech have survived that fall?” Hunter’s shoulders relax, “That’s true.”

“And knowing what I know about Tech, he would have escaped that compound. Or he would have sent us a message. But he never made contact,” you shrug lightly.

Hunter sighs and places his hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry I got upset,” Hunter apologizes. “I guess there’s a lot we don’t know.”

“And that’s why we’re going,” you assure.

“I made some poor decisions that day as a leader,” Hunter confesses. “If Tech’s death is anyone’s fault, it is mine.”

“Omega told me Tech would have gone to look for Crosshair whether you approved of the mission or not,” you reply. “That’s oddly been a strength for Crosshair through the years.”

“Hmm,” Hunter nods and returns to his groceries. “I meant to ask you,” he pauses and picks up a few more pieces of fruit, “Why in Maker’s name is Crosshair shooting holes in the ceiling?”

“I’m just letting him do his thing,” you roll your eyes. “You know him, picking fights and picking his teeth are the only way he keeps his brain active when there’s no mission. Which… has been his life lately.”

“So that’s what his problem is?” Hunter chuckles. 

“I mean, it makes sense. For a soldier genetically designed to be a sniper, of course his cranial activity would keep him on edge constantly,” you laugh. “Honestly, you two have that in common. It makes sense that you and him butt heads so often.”

“Hmm, I suppose he isn’t guilty of being the only stubborn one,” Hunter notes. He inspects a few more pieces of fruit, places them in his bag, pays the merchant, and turns to you, “Thanks for keeping a close eye on him.”

“I’m surprised he isn’t sick of me yet,” you simper.

“Don’t think he could get sick of you,” Hunter alluded. “None of us had even considered he was a romantic until you turned up.”

_________

Piling into Phee’s ship, Hunter and Phee take the pilot and co-pilot seats. Wrecker sits behind Phee, and you and Crosshair lean against the computer near the door. He reaches for your hand and almost secretly holds it away from his brother’s eyes. You interlace your fingers with his. 

Phee gently takes off from the spaceport and pilots her ship to the sky. With a few smooth actions, she prepares to jump to hyperspace. 

“Are you okay?” Crosshair asks. You hadn’t noticed that your grip around his hand tightened. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize as you lighten your grip. “I still have a hard time leaving Pabu.”

“I’m what keeps you safe, not that island,” Crosshair reminds you. 

“Right,” you surmise sarcastically.

“Let me at least pretend you need me,” he sighs. 

“I do need you,” you reassure. “You know I’m a good shot, but you know you’re better.”

“How touching,” Crosshair smiles a little, but you notice he’s a little off.

“Are you okay?” You let your voice drop just above a whisper. Suddenly, his prosthetic hand shakes a little in your grip. You feel your eyes widen and meet his equally surprised gaze. He stuffs the mechanical hand into his pocket, shuffles around you, and puts his opposite arm around you to pull you closer.

“I’m fine,” he whispers, but you knew he knew he wasn’t. He holds his breath for what feels like too long before sharply exhaling, “I’m afraid of what we’ll find… I – I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

You nod into his chest and tighten your embrace around him. You whisper, “Thanks for letting me in.”

“Only you,” Crosshair quietly notes.

“Are you two loving nerf herders going to help with the plan?” Hunter called from his seat.

You slide out of Crosshair’s embrace and wink at him before walking to the front of the ship.

“Depends on what you need me to do, Hunter,” you deflect.

“We’re going to land just outside of Eriadu City,” Hunter points to a holomap.

“How will we get to the compound without being seen?” Wrecker asks.

“We walk,” Crosshair sighs.

Wrecker groans.

“If we get into a jam, we’re going to need a pick up,” you point out. 

“I’ll stay in the city close to the ship,” Phee insists.

“Phee — ” You start.

“No,” Phee points at you, “You know the terrain, and you three should be the first on-site, if we find anything,” Phee continues.

“It will be a long hike. The compound is very remote,” you add.

“We know,” Hunter was lost in a gaze at the map. “If we can follow this rail line,” he traces the holomap with his finger, “Then we can find our answers.”

“I’ll keep my comm close,” Phee vacillates. 

You look across the holomap into Phee’s eyes. Her mixed demeanor of determination and melancholy had you worried she wanted to say more. If Crosshair was lost in action, you wouldn’t want to stay with the ship. You’d want to be the one in the forest to find him.

“Will you be okay, Phee?” You ask. 

She turns to you and nods confidently. “I’ve heard great things about Eriadu’s past with pirates. I have some exploring to do,” she turns her expression into a smile.

“Stay safe,” you nod confidently back.

________________________ The ship’s airlock released and you descended the stairs into Eriadu City. The skyscrapers were abundant; the trees significantly larger than memory; the air smelled familiar.

“What’s wrong?” Crosshair asks you, seeing the bewilderment on your face.

“Nothing,” you look back at him and then to the sky once more. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve been here. Even the Republic didn’t have clones last time I was here.”

“Hmm,” he looks up with you and places a toothpick between his lips. 

“Well, where do we go from here?” Hunter looks at you. Displaying the holomap from your device, you trace a path to the city leading to the outskirts.

“We’ll start heading through the city and exit to the south,” you switch off the holomap and place it in your pocket. You inhale the air deeply once more to revel in its familiarity, then place your air-locking helmet on. “We’ll need to stay unnoticed.” Hunter opts to wrap his head in his scarf while keeping his helmet in a bag at his side. Wrecker and Crosshair dawn their helmets and conceal their weapons inconspicuously under their gray ponchos. You kept your blaster at your side, but would attempt to walk between the clones to be less seen. You turn back to the ship to wave Phee off, but she is nowhere to be seen. 

“Is Phee okay?” You ask Wrecker.

“I don’t know. She stayed on the ship,” he relays.

“Ready?” Hunter asks the team. You, Wrecker, and Crosshair give him a nod of approval. Setting off into the city, you stayed closest to Crosshair. You suspect nobody would recognize you in the helmet, but you remain cautious and vigilant. It was an old helmet after all with a bit of a galactic reputation. 

The city was still clean, but with Governor Tarkin’s influence in the Empire, the city was much more Imperial than you remembered. School children wore imperial uniforms, the city's walkway and buildings were monochrome, the speeders were limited in styles, and there was no artistic culture other than the large propaganda posters draping from the skyscrapers. The population however had boomed. 

“See anything familiar?” Crosshair asks.

“No, not really,” you respond while gazing. “Everything’s changed.”

Within two hours or so, the squad reached the edge of the city and started into the jungle. It would be at least a day's walk before you had reached the rail line to the Tarkin compound. 

“Tired yet?” Crosshair nudges Wrecker.

“Not even close,” he banters back with a strong sense of determination.

“What are we up against here in the forest?” Hunter asks you.

Now that you are outside of the public eye, you take your helmet off and run your hand through your hair. “The wildlife is mostly harmless. Nothing we can’t escape or kill.”

“Are there patrols in these forests?” Crosshair asks as he studies the hills through his scope.

“I don’t know. But I wouldn’t be surprised. Tarkin has always been an important political figure on this planet, but now he is nearly indispensable to the Empire. I imagine they’d protect him at all costs and would have heightened security after that Saw Gerrera incident,” you explain. “Sorry for the limited intel,” you add.

“It’s okay. We surprisingly have more intel than last time,” Hunter sighs. “Let’s head in.”

________________________ Back at the ship, Phee leans back into the pilot's seat and ganders across the spaceport's hustle. The large city attracts merchants from all over the galaxy creating hundreds of daily imports and transactions. Phee sighs, stretches, and stands after a few hours of watching the inhabitants. 

She opens the doorway to her ship, slips on her leather satchel, and walks down the stairs into the crowds. Sealing and locking her ship, she doesn’t look back as she begins to walk. Passing various shops and businesses, Phee finds a bar and heads in. 

Approaching the bartending droid, she sits down on a bar stool and leans into the counter. 

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” she instructs the droid as she points to a random alien across the room.

“Coming right up,” the droid chirps and pours her drink. She catches it as the droid slid it down the bar. She buries her head into her arm and breathes a bit. Reaching for her comm, she picks up her head a little.

“Hunter, what’s your status?” She says confidently.

“Nothing so far. We just made it out of the city,” Hunter reports back. “We’ll check in again soon.”

________________

“All right, now my feet are aching,” Wrecker complains a little. It had been hours of hiking and night would fall soon. “I could rest for a minute too,” you agree and find a rock to sit on.

“How much longer?” Wrecker asks.

You illuminate your holomap and find the rail line to still be a good distance from your current location.

“We’ve made good progress,” Hunter notes. “Should we set up camp now while there’s still daylight or trek through the night?” “Seeing that we haven’t confirmed patrols, setting up camp has its disadvantages,” Crosshair notes. “I feel like we’re being watched.” “I’ve been feeling it too,” Hunter nods. “Have you noticed anything?” He asks you.

You shake your head, “I’ve been nervous since arriving. I’m not sure if my instincts are reliable for this mission.” “Our risk for exposure only increases the closer we get to the compound,” Crosshair mentions.

“True,” Hunter agrees. “We should rest here while we can, but stay alert.”

You and Wrecker nod in agreement. Opening your sac, you pull out your small makeshift tent and begin to pitch it. Crosshair takes one end of the tent and begins setting it up.

“Did you forget your tent on purpose?” You tease him.

“Uh-huh,” he grunts while focusing on setting his side up. You smile at him and pause your work to catch his eye. He notices your gaze and gives you a soft smile back.

Wrecker takes out rations from his pack and begins heating them over a small fire Hunter made. Having finished your camp set up, you and Crosshair join Wrecker and Hunter around the fire. The sky begins to darken and the stars of Eriadu appear, catching your gaze.

“I used to make up stories about these constellations with my brothers,” you say.

“Any good stories?” Wrecker exults. 

“It’s all nonsense really. Crix made up a story about a force-sensitive rancor that terrorized villages of Eriadu,” you laugh. You point up to the sky with your finger, “That group of stars there, that’s the rancor. I think Crix called him Mirax the Destroyer.”

“What other stories do you know?” Hunter asks as he sets down his drink.

“Nothing else that I remember, actually. We never spent time learning what legends actually existed here,” you realize.

“Sounds like an Imperial thing to do,” Crosshair sighs.

“Yeah, I never thought about it like that,” you mutter.

“We’ll take the first watch,” Crosshair changes the subject quickly.

You nod in agreement, “Yeah, Hunter, get some good rest. I’ll be relying on your instincts while mine are a little whacked here.” “Fine,” he narrowly eyes you and Crosshair. “Just stay focused, you two.” Wrecker lets out a loud laugh and slaps Crosshair’s back while Crosshair rolls his eyes in response.

“Obviously, we’ll keep watch,” you groan.

Hunter stands and makes his way to the tent. Wrecker stretches and does the same. 

“Night, you two,” Wrecker laughs.

“Grow up, Wrecker,” Crosshair huffs. “Heh, never,” Wrecker booms back. He lifts the entrance to his tent and lays down inside, his feet sticking out the end. 

Letting the silence sit for a few moments after Hunter and Wrecker’s departure, you wait for Wrecker to begin snoring. After hearing Wrecker’s sounds of sleep echo throughout the camp, you turn your attention towards Crosshair. 

You run your hand up his chest and cradle his jaw in your fingertips, moving his lips closer to yours. He pulls you closer and kisses you slowly. With both hands, you tighten your grip around his poncho and let yourself fall back, pulling him onto you. Crosshair deepens the kiss, dancing his tongue with yours, and buries his hands in your hair. Your eyes close and you breathe him in.

He pulls back suddenly as you begin to say, “It’s been so long since we’ve had a moment to oursel–.”  You notice Crosshair’s attention is no longer on you. Tracing his gaze, you lean your head backwards to see what caught his attention. You didn’t need to look far.

Standing above you was a masked man, pointing his blaster right at you and Crosshair.

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Part III. Familiar Face

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@heidnspeak @cloneflo99 @megmegalodondon @tentakelspektakel @maniacalbooper

Oh poor baby imperial crosshair

Happy Halloween, here's my favorite spoopy time movie

Inspired by my recent trip to New Mexico (40th birthday tomorrow, yay!), and doodled on the airplane home. A mission on a world of high desert and mesas goes poorly, and Tech has to rescue Crosshair.

Thinking about the song "Ship in Port" by Radical Face and clones

Thinking about the line "Farewell to the chains we were born into" and what that can mean for the clones

Thinking about how "But I have always stayed in place/Under that old illusion that it's safe" could equally describe Hunter, Echo, and (s1+2) Crosshair's complete opposite approaches to the Empire and post-war life.

The way Crosshair clings to his identity as a soldier of the Empire

And Echo as a soldier of the Republic

But Hunter puts his identity as a soldier behind him

Crosshair fights for the Empire to gain purpose

Echo fights against the Empire to save his brothers

And Hunter decides the Empire is too strong to even try to oppose

"A ship in port is a safer one"

"but it's not the reason it was made"

"So forgive me if I wander off"

"And forgive me more if I just stay"

Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had more fully explored the differences between those ideologies

(Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had dedicated more screen time to the 'reg' clones within the Empire and the underground network's fight to free them , instead of just sidelining Echo and Rex for a hypothetical clone rebellion show we might never get)

LFG.

LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THIS IS

At what point did you realize this isn't a phase?

I definitely need to get an Echo in:)

You don’t have to do this, but I just saw your Crosshair watercolour painting, and I was wondering if you’d do one of Tech/CX2?

Again, just a suggestion, you don’t by any means have to do it

I absolutely wanted to :) it turned out even better than my Crosshair version…! I may need to practice on a few more and then redo Crosshair. Thank you so much for sending a recommendation!

You know, at some point I bet while Omega was on a call with Hera, Crosshair and Kanan just make really awkward eye contact over their shoulders. And Hunter is kind of looking back and forth for a second trying to figure out what's happening, but then his eyes get really big and he's like OH. OH SHIT. Omega is completely oblivious to all of this, but Hera has a few questions later.

You don’t have to do this, but I just saw your Crosshair watercolour painting, and I was wondering if you’d do one of Tech/CX2?

Again, just a suggestion, you don’t by any means have to do it

I absolutely wanted to :) it turned out even better than my Crosshair version…! I may need to practice on a few more and then redo Crosshair. Thank you so much for sending a recommendation!

Getting better with watercolor

Twins? No. Triplets.

I know people HC Tech and Cross as twins and I do agree BUT if omega would have aged at the same time as them and would have fought alongside them from the start, MY headcanon is that they are triplets! I feel like all three complement each other. Very much Earth (Omega), Sun (Tech), and Moon (Crosshair) ♥️

BONUS: The triplets in ✨Suits✨

Note: I had a tough time figuring out the creases in the suits so they might (definitely) be off. I gotta practice more on it 🥴

Thanks for the tag @cloneflo99 ! 🖤

1. Crosshair - The Bad Batch

2. Bakugo - My Hero Academia

3. Michelangelo - TMNT

4. Ahsoka - The Clone Wars

5. Gengar - Pokemon

6. Spider-Man - Marvel

7. Batman - Batman

8. Rocky Balboa - Rocky

9. Stan - South Park

10. Killua - Hunter X Hunter

@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @tentakelspektakel @here-comes-the-moose @heidnspeak @buniby

List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different Fandoms, then tag 10 people!

Thanks for the tag, @mystical-salamander!

1. Garazeb Orrelios, Star Wars

2. Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

3. Starscream, Transformers

4. Shadow the Hegehog, Sonic the Hedgehog

5. Castiel, Supernatural

6. Blitzø, Helluva Boss

7. Fox McCloud, Starfox

8. Shawn Spencer, Psych

Can't think of any more 😅

Tags: @seth-shitposts @heart-0f-a-rebel16 @lost-in-derry @birdsandbeetlesandmoths and anybody else who wants to do this!