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ok so i wanna talk bout how Echo's reaction to grief is to run away. Like, he ran away from the 501st to the bad batch once he learned that Fives died and now he's run away from the bad batch to Rex/the rebellion since Tech "died"
The Bad Batch's favourite ABBA songs
I don't even know what to say about this... uh, enjoy?
warnings: none if you don't count crack content
ALRIGHT, LET'S GET STARTED!!1!
Hunter:
-Though he doesn't want to admit it, he listens to ABBA religiously
- like seriously, after a mission, he used to dump his stuff on his bunk, find a secluded spot and just let the lyrics wash over him
- his brothers secretly all know how much he likes their songs, because when the others play ABBA, he just smiles to himself because he knows every lyric, but can't afford to embarrass himself.
- he loves 'why did it have to be me' but there's one that really hits home to him now with him being a buir'
-Guessed yet? it's 'slipping through my fingers' that has hunter tearing up every time
-he just imagines omega as the song plays and oh it hurts him so, so much ;-;
- he listens to it almost daily, because now he understands
https://youtu.be/hRr7qRb-7k4
Tech
. this dude LOVES 'waterloo'
. he listens to it on repeat as he works on repairs around the ship
. he points out the historical accuracies (and inaccuracies, he's tech after all)
. he even hums it to himself when he's distracted
. with the other songs, he doesn't mind them, but for tech, there's just something about songs about history ( yes that means rasputin by boney M fits that category- but that's for another time)
https://youtu.be/Sj_9CiNkkn4
Wrecker
- oh boy, where to start with wrecker
-he loves ABBA and it not shy to show it
- he just belts the lyrics wherever he wants, whenever he wants
- well, the lyrics he knows anyways
- his favourite would probably be 'super trouper'
- easiest to remember in his opinion
- but he thinks 'the winner takes it all' is too sad so he refuses to listen to it
https://youtu.be/BshxCIjNEjY
Echo
- in terms of music, echo seems like the guy who prefer calm, laid back beats to bands like ABBA
- but that couldn't be more wrong
- in his 501st days, him and fives sang to 'dancing queen' on the daily, coordinated dance moves and everything
-but now he can't really bring himself to listening to that, though he doesn't tell anyone else that
- his new favourite is 'our last summer'
- it reminds him of his 501st days without him sobbing his eyes out
- its just the right type of nostalgia for him
https://youtu.be/KoyNlVQbUPc
Crosshair:
- crosshair says he hates his brother's weird music taste
- but that's just words
- he often subtly taps his foot to some of the songs
- for others, he justs sit back and watches tech, wrecker and omega take the floor, even fake clapping for them
-but being completely honest, it's not completely fake
-but listening to that much ABBA means that he'd certainly have a preference
-namely 'the winner takes it all'
- he loves playing that one and watch wrecker go 'nononoNOnoNo TURN IT OFF it's too sad!!'
-free entertainment, really
https://youtu.be/92cwKCU8Z5c
Omega
Omega was probably unfamiliar with music, as kamino probably didn’t allow it
But that changed with the bad batch
She was introduced to ABBA by wrecker ( i know hunter wanted to, but wrecker beat him to it)
Needless to say she loves it
her favourites are ‘angeleyes’ and ‘mamma mia’
She actually sings them well ( omega can sing like an angel and i will die on that hill)
She also played ‘dancing queen’ but saw that echo was upset so she switched the song
Wrecker and omega love singing to them, and omega hums the lyrics all. The. time.
https://youtu.be/728c7L_WjxQ https://youtu.be/unfzfe8f9NI (omega gets two- she deserves it)
So those are my headcanons about the bad batch and ABBA, and they’re just a little cursed, but mostly wholesome. Idk the idea of the bad batch listening to music and actually enjoying it is the purest thing and i had so much fun writing this
Love you all xxx
The Bad Batch with dancing
this is inspired by the match-up the lovely @jt-artsandfics wrote for me, and the idea of a dancing wrecker kind of flourished into.. well, this!
warnings: none, fluff
And without further ado, LET'S GET STARTED
Hunter
-Hunter, to me at least, would strike me as the best dancer of the bunch
-but ding dong that is wrong
- once, hunter tried for an undercover mission on kantobyte
- he doesn't want to talk about it...
- his legs just do not cooperate, flailing about and crashing into his partner
-the others never let him live it down
- 'Hey hunter- i don't think your dance partner appreciated the black eye much!' to which hunter gives one of his deluxe death stares
-hunter does not enjoy dancing whatsoever, but unfortunately, omega really does
- which he doesn't get, but supports her nonetheless
- perhaps he just needs the right partner to guide him through the motions
songs that would get hunter bobbing his head: https://youtu.be/8G-XwarxyMs and https://youtu.be/xFrGuyw1V8s ( that's also a reference to my last post- the dude loves ABBA)
Tech
- prepare to be amazed..
- TECH HAS MOVES
- to him it's all patterns, so its pretty easy for him to pick up on
- he's also very light, giving him agility for some serious breakdancing
- tech favours fast pace dancing, it challenges his cognitive abilities (he repeatedly insists that)
- he tried teaching hunter and the others, in true tech fashion, but that didnt work
- he needed a new pair of goggles after that
songs that keeps tech movin' and groovin': https://youtu.be/pRpeEdMmmQ0 and https://youtu.be/cZwYpAh3bXQ ( what can say, my guy likes his fast paces)
Wrecker
- wrecker loves to dance, and is actually pretty good at it
- as a cadet, he watched some holovideos of dancers, and how quickly they maneuver, and the only thought that crossed his mind was 'huh. i can do that'
- but he needed a partner, so crosshair had to do
- wrecker learned to samba, foxtrot and jitterbug like a champ
- once he found out that tech could dance too, he was relentless
- 'tech can i dance with you???' 'no,wrecker. ' 'Awww come on please?' 'NO' ‘PLEASE, I SWEAR IM GOOD’
- Finally, tech agreed and hoo boy, that was certainly not a mistake
-They complimented each other perfectly, working like a well-oiled machine
-Wrecker also loves doing group dances, ones with minimal effort so he can do it with all of his brothers ( 🥺...i know)
- And they all do it with him, though reluctantly
songs that Wrecker really moves to: https://youtu.be/w313WejAppc (With his brothers) and https://youtu.be/HAiHEQblKeQ (with tech, specifically)
Echo
-Echo is a dad dancer and that is a hill i will die on
-When music plays on the havoc marauder, he may not be the first one dancing, but he certainly enjoys listening to it and maybe have a bit of a boogie to it ( for non brits- boogieing is dancing in a slightly awkward manner)
-He was always like that though, and the bois in the 501st were just as bad ( with exception of hardcase, fives and jesse- but not rex, he was a dad dancer no. 1)
-He doesn’t really have a preference of music to dance to
-Echo likes it all
songs that would get echo standing up and swaying:https://youtu.be/HwVnX4ZgliY and https://youtu.be/425GpjTSlS4
Crosshair
-crosshair doesn’t dance.
-At least, that’s what he wants the others to think
-In truth, him and wrecker used to watch holodances all the time
-while wrecker loved watching the partner dances, crosshair loved the ballet
-when he’s alone, he sometimes just lets himself slip into a pas de bourree, then a glissade .. the rest is classified
-He is actually a ballet nerd, he knows every term and knows exactly how to execute every move perfectly
songs that crosshair would 100% pirouette to: https://youtu.be/9cNQFB0TDfY and https://youtu.be/QxHkLdQy5f0
Omega
-Omega cannot dance, bless her heart
-does that stop her? you best bet it doesnt!
-she stumbles,trips and falls but she couldnt care less
-all that matters for her is that she has fun
-and the boys love her for that
-their faces light up when they see their little sister enjoy herself, laughing despite everything shes been through
Songs that omega loves to blast: https://youtu.be/iPUmE-tne5U and https://youtu.be/Y66j_BUCBMY
Ok so those are my bad batch dancing headcanons, i hope you liked them! Apologies for the old songs, i couldnt think of any modern songs they’d like although i’m curious to hear what you all think. Love you all and thank you for reading
xxxx
Hunter: acoustic or electric guitar.
Tech: Electric Instruments such as the Theremin. or synthesizers and Percussa AudioCubes (didn't know those were a thing) or a few jazz instruments and any kind of piano. both electric and regular violins
Wreaker: I think he would enjoy drums and all sorts of percussive instruments.
Crosshair: Saxaphone. bass guitar. Clarinet. and also an electric guitar. he and Tech would be very versatile though.
Echo: Trumpet. and other one handed instruments.
Omega: is just branching out but I think she would be able to play piano and violin. she would try to learn a little bit of what everyone else can play.
Now it's your turn!!
keep this train going with all the others
Calling all Bad Batch/Clone Wars/Rebels fans who are into their orchestral music: in a Mordern AU where the characters played orchestral instruments, what instruments would they play? I’m intrigued. 😂😂😂
also he was looking at Tarkin before he was knocked out as well
Food for though : Echo fear of medical equipments.
I often though how in "Aftermath", Echo wakes up clearly in fear of been in the medbay. Yet, don't seem to break a sweat when it's time to get his chip out.
Then something click in my head.
When he wakes up after the Citadel, the last thing he hears was Fives' warning.
When he wakes in the medbay, the last thing he hears was Tech's warning.
Not the same wording, but the same feeling of emergency might have triggered him.
Someone has probably already said this but I just realized it's exactly the same energy you cannot tell me otherwise
I miss Echo
everyone be quiet i'm manifesting
"You're a clone. How can you be part of this?"
The utter disappointment and disgust in Echo's voice when he said that to Emerie was enough to shame anyone into doing the right thing.
I'm not even there and I'm feeling ashamed.
Here comes the boyyyyy~~~
*cough* I made Echo’s neck too long- but bc it’s traditional I can’t do anything about it *ugly crie*
Anyways if you can’t tell, I drew Echo as a dragon/Drake thing cuz I can’t do people :’)
Page of echo
Friggin- ECHOOOOOO As a dragon/drake cuz I can’t- I can’t draw people very well- if at all :’)
This took literally forever- but WORTH IT
AHHHHHHHHHH delicious 🤌🗿 I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTERRRRRRRR SHIERHRHWNWLmnabshsjsj very very yassness gooddieness actioness 🫵💅✨
As Iron Sharpens Iron
"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another" Proverbs 27:17
Beta-read by @dragonrider9905
Chapter 8:
Previous // Next
Warnings: Canon violence. Bad decisions.
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“Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time,” you said quietly.
Omega nodded, pointing at the layout on the screen. “You’ll set off that crate of detonators right here, just inside the front door.”
You nodded. "Yep, and that’ll trigger an alarm which should draw most of the guards towards me - "
“And that’s my cue to sneak down into the cell block to rescue everybody while you grab the staff from the treasure room!” Omega finished emphatically.
“Good!” You grinned, “Remember to keep your communicator on but only use it to contact me if something goes wrong.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
***
Fifteen minutes crept by slowly.
Omega should be at her station about now, you thought.
You wanted to know how she was fairing, but not hearing from her was a good thing. It meant she wasn't in trouble.
Five minutes later, the communicator chirped quietly at your side.
“The guards aren’t leaving!” Omega’s whispered voice sounded tense, “What do I do? I don’t think that diversion worked!”
You peered around the corner into the treasure room. Most of the guards had left.
Only two here. I could take them if I had to.
You could see the staff with it’s glimmering emerald in a case on the back wall.
That was easy.
You lifted the communicator to your lips, trying to remember the readout on the console sitting one floor above.
“There should be a ventilation shaft right above you,” you whispered.
Silence.
“I don’t see one!” Omega whispered back urgently, “And it sounds like there are more guards headed this way!”
Groaning inwardly, you began to wish you hadn’t thought of such a stupid plan. Omega needed you, and you knew that you should get out of there while you still could.
But the staff, a tiny voice whispered in your head, it’s right there. It won’t take long.
You bit your lip. You shouldn’t. A stupid antique wasn’t worth Omega’s life.
Omega’s a smart girl, that voice continued, she’s plenty capable on her own.
It made everything sound so simple. Get the staff, get the boys - that was the plan, wasn’t it?
Hunter will be impressed. He’d like you again.
Guilt churned in your gut as you lifted the communicator again. It chimed just as you opened your mouth, about to tell her that you were on the way.
“Wait, I see it! It’s on the other end of the hall, though, but I think I can make it.”
“Ok,” you responded, “Do it, but be careful!”
“I will!”
Sucking your lower lip in conflicted thought, you made up your mind. “It shouldn’t take me much longer. I’ll grab the staff and meet you by the cell block.”
“Got it.”
You chewed on your lip again, that guilty dread hadn’t abated. If anything, it had gotten worse. Something was going to go wrong - you could feel it. Something wasn’t right.
You looked back up at the staff.
That’s just the anxiety talking, you tried to convince yourself, everything is still going as planned. Just get the damned thing and go help Omega.
You took a deep breath, feeling the anxiety fade away as you slipped into the room.
I got this.
The crates and boxes stacked haphazardly in the dim lighting made it easy to manouver unseen through the treasure room.
“Crazy about those thermal detonators, right!?”
You froze.
“Yeah man,” came the response, and you could’ve collapsed in relief. You’d almost forgotten about the guards that stood just outside the door.
“Think they were just old?” the guard continued, obviously trying to initiate some kind of conversation with his partner.
“I dunno. Maybe.”
They fell silent again for several seconds.
“Ya know, when we grabbed them from that ship it was kinda cool.”
“Yup.”
“Just uhh…you know. You and me.”
“Uh huh.”
“They never pair us together…”
The second guard sighed, “First time for everything.”
“It was fun though,” the one continued before hesistating, “just sayin’, I think we make a pretty good team.”
His partner shifted uncomfortably, “Look man… I’m just trying to do my job here.”
“Yeah, man. Bro. Sorry….”
They shifted into an uncomfortable silence, unaware that you’d snuck past them quite easily as you quickly moved closer to the glass case that held the staff.
The communicator chirped once again and you froze, hoping that the guards were too distacted to notice. You winced at the noise as Omega began to speak quietly through your earpiece.
“Ok, I see them! They’re in a cell together, but there are four guards in here now and the ventilation shaft ends too far away!” She sounded desperate.
“Hey, did you hear that!?” The first guard stood up straight, glancing around.
“Hear what?” His partner sounded exasperated.
“Uhh… nevermind. I thought I heard something.” He paused, “By the way, what do you think about our new armor?”
“Dude, shut up.”
“Right. Yeah. Got a job to do.”
Ducking out of sight, you pressed the communicator up to your lips.
“Get ready,” you hissed, “wait for my signal.”
“Affirmative.”
You assessed the case and the situation in the room. Once the glass was broken, an alarm would probably go off, sending people to your location. That should take care of Omega’s problem.
Then you could take the staff and get back to her quickly.
Peering around the corner once again, you took a deep breath and steadied your heart.
It’s now or never.
Taking a breath, you rammed your elbow into the glass case, and grabbed the staff. The resulting alarm sounded loudly over the compound, buzzing through your eardrums in a painfully electrifying screech.
Both guards spun around.
“What the - !?” You clocked him in the temple with the staff before he could finish and he collapsed onto the floor. The first guard blinked, staring frozen with his mouth slightly ajar.
“If it’s any consolation, I think he likes you back!” you grinned at the man as he slowly moved to press his communicator, still staring back and forth between you and his fallen friend. Flipping the staff around you smacked the device from his hand, giving him a shrug. “Though, I don’t seem to be the best judge of that sort of thing.”
“Wha…?” The butt of the staff slammed against his head before he even had time to contemplate your words and he collapsed unconscious, joining his friend on the floor.
A clang from the floor below told you that Omega had jumped out from the ventilation shaft and the ever nearing pounding of footsteps told you that it was time to go.
Dashing down the stairs, you slid around the corner and slammed the staff into another guard. He spun around, blaster firing wildly as you kicked him in the chest before pulling your own blaster on him, sending him flying into the wall with a smoking hole in his chest.
That beautifully cocky and euphoric feeling of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran down the hall where the purple flash of Omega’s bow danced along the walls.
A loud clatter accompanied the pause of energy bolts.
“Hunter!” She screamed, “Help!”
You dashed around the corner. One guard held Omega tightly in his grip while the other one slid her bow away with the butt of an electrostaff.
“Let me go!” She struggled and kicked at him but it seemed to have no effect on the large, armored guard.
“Omega, no!” shouted Hunter as he slammed himself into the bars that held him, only to be forced further back into the cell as the guard hit him in the chest with the electrostaff, sending blue arcs of electricity through his body before Wrecker caught him.
Oh no you don’t.
Rage bubbled through your chest as you burst from the corner. “Hey assholes!”
The first blaster bolt slammed through the chest of the staff wielding guard and the second hit the control panel that released the rest of your team.
Omega cried out as the first guard tossed her into the wall before pulling his own blaster.
“Wrecker get Omega!” Hunter shouted. Fire blazed in his eyes as he pulled his knife from the offending guard’s throat. “Echo, find us a way out of here. Tech, find out where they’ve got our gear!”
Omega stood, rubbing her elbow as she pulled herself to her feet and retrieved her bow. “Your gear’s in the next room over!” She shouted. Hunter gave a firm nod and motioned for Tech and Wrecker to retrieve it.
You grit your teeth as footsteps sounded down the hall. This was NOT how things were supposed to go.
“Hunter,” you shouted impatiently, “I got Cid’s staff but we gotta go!”
He regarded you coolly, lips pulled into a tight line, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if debating whether or not to respond. The choice was made for him as Wrecker and Tech rushed back with the gear. He turned away sharply and your face fell.
I kriffed up.
Regret tinged with disappointment sank like a stone in your stomach as you clenched your teeth, anger willing away the tears that pricked your eyes, and the growing lump in your throat.
“Hunter, I’ve got a clear route out but we need to move now!” Echo spoke.
“Good. Let’s get out of here.” He all but ripped the staff from your hand as he strode past. “I’ll hold onto this.”
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This is Echo, a member of the 501st Fleet of the Grand Navy of the Republic until an enemy canon round blew off both his legs and he was captured by the Separatists. He was tortured losing his arm in the process and left in the dungeon (or something) for quite some time before being recovered by The Bad Batch— a small crew with a small quick ship— and choosing to join them.
Echo never quite fully recovered from the incident, he’s still a slight bit pale and he lost his hair during that time (it's only starting to grow back). Even after joining the Bad Batch he still wears his old 501st jacket, not for any official reasons, he just likes it. He can also hide meilooruns, knives, guns, and jugs of water in it with observers being none the wiser(he’s got as much hammer-space as Carmen SanDiego).
Tech is the only one on the crew to go to a fancy school and get a diploma in Engineering. So he whips up some metal legs for Echo so he can walk again. This works until they realize the metal feet are scuffing up the deck, hence immediately picking up the cheapest boots possible from the closest harbor—they don't fit well, but hey, he doesn't have real feet anyway.
Tech also makes him some interchangeable attachments for his hook, which include but are not limited to fork, knife, spoon, hammer, and club(for clubbing things).
This is my interpretation and I will be adding more in the future :)
I keep thinking about an au…Phee is a pirate captain….Tech is some sort of renegade sailor maybe haven’t decided yet….it won’t leave my brain help
One of Those Days
(Bad Batch Pirate AU)
Also posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53673571
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Hunter emerged from below deck sweaty, as usual, but today was hot, like sunburn in 2 hours hot—and that's saying something for a Fett. Yeah… it was one of those days.
The Maurader was small by battleship standards, big enough to do some damage but still manageable by a crew of 5. The Marauder lived up to its name, and that's all the Bad Batch really needed.
Hunter let the Seawind blow his hair majestically for a blink before the winds receded. He glanced up at the Crowsnest unsurprised to find it empty, no matter how much Crosshair likes that thing, nobody wants to be closer to the sun on these days, Hunter thought. He looked back down to see Crosshair under the gangway getting sprayed by seawater periodically, nice spot. Hunter had gone below to raid the water barrel, and rations only to find the barrel nearly empty and all his meilooruns gone. He'd still spent some time looking around but found no trace of the treats.
“What's the crow doin’ out of his nest?” Hunter teased
Crosshair growled softly but remained unmoved.
Hunter smiled slightly running his hand through his gorgeous but sweaty hair and looked around once again. The others were splayed around the deck similarly, Wrecker sittin’ shirtless in the biggest slice of shade around next to a bucket, (probably for a bucket bath), Tech seated closer to the bow (for Seawind?) wearin' only loose pants and his crimson vest he’s so fond of, and Echo placed in between Wrecker and Tech’s spots—but still wearin’ his worn 501st blue coat, he must be dyin’ in that thing.
Hunter brisked over to Echo’s spot.
“Ahoy,” Hunter said
“Ahoy,” Echo responded
He was positively drenched in sweat and his face was a slight red.
“What brings ya here?” Echo asked
“Ya can't be wearin’ that coat in this heat, it's hotter than Mustafar’s seas out here.”
Echo’s face instantly turned from relaxed to cold. Hunter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that, what's up with him?
He hasn't taken off the coat since he got it from Rex, but he can't be wearin’ it in this heat.
“Aye,” Echo said cooly
They both paused staring. Echo made no effort to move.
“Echo…” Hunter said “You’ll get heat stroke in that, just take it off and you can have it back later”
Echo’s face then laced with sorrow, and he faced away staring at the deck. Hunter stood there for a moment waiting for him. Why’s this coat got him in such a ruffle?
Echo silently shrugged off the coat, then clenched it in his good hand. He wore a long-sleeve wool shirt underneath, Hunter raised another eyebrow to that.
Echo sighed pulled out a canteen from one of the pockets and reluctantly handed Hunter the coat. He lurched slightly from the weight of it. Wait a minute…
He padded the coat pockets.
“It was you!” Hunter accused
“What?” Echo said defensively
“You took all my meilooruns and hid them in your coat!”
Echo shrugged and smirked slightly.
“Is that why you refused to take it off?”
Echo’s barely playful manner evaporated again, and he scowled and turned to look at the sea.
“Take them, there were only 2 left,” Echo said bitterly “Wrecker ate the rest”
Hunter eyed him carefully, this was strange, even for Echo.
Even so, Hunter turned and walked over to the barracks coat in hand. Which was barely a few meters away, the Maurader was small and saw the others eyeing him from their spots on the boat. Wrecker was the first to approach him.
“Hey Cap’n, What's up with Echo?” Wrecker asked glancing at Echo
Hunter shrugged, “I can't say, it's got somethin’ to do with this coat though”
“Aye,” Wrecker agreed softly “Do you know why he’s wearin’ that thing in this heat?”
“Don't know that either, but it's drenched in sweat” Hunter commented “he also took my last meilooruns, but I don't think that's the reason”
“Maybe we should dunk him in the sea to cool him down”
“Actually that could drown him,” Tech declared walking over “his metal legs would haul him down and though I have developed countermeasures for said disaster, I would not recommend testing it”
“And I don't reckon he’s in the mood for such antics at the moment” Hunter added
The others nodded glancing at Echo.
“Do you reckon a bucket would work?” Wrecker asked mischievously
Hunter chuckled at that, “If you do try such a thing, be sure to do it smartly, or he might actually shoot you this time”
The others smiled at that memory, good times.
“I'm serious lads, you should leave him be”
With that Hunter spun and entered the barracks, a dark and smelly place, but that's a privateer’s life.
Though Crosshair was given the gift of impeccable eyesight, Hunter had been blessed with fabulous hair and the ability to see in the dark so he walked effortlessly to Echo’s hammock.
Since Echo had joined they'd worked to make a space for him, and anyway, Echo wanted to be further away from them for his reasons. Echo’s hammock was in the far corner next to his personal storage chest.
Echo would probably stab Hunter with one of his own knives if Hunter ever tried to learn the 501st pocket space trick—Hunter once saw Echo pull three pistols, a canteen of water, a dictionary, a whole meiloorun, and an entire toolbox out of his coat while the thing looked completely normal. But Hunter’d still like to know what stirred Echo so much. It was a pretty regular coat, worn, with patches and stitches here and there, but other than that, well cared for. He studied it a moment longer flipping open the collar—that’s strange— a single number, 5, was embroidered in it. Maybe it's a worn-out rendition of 501st? Hunter shrugged pulling out one of the meilooruns and tossing the coat onto Echo’s hammock making his way back on deck.
Hunted walks back up the stairs, and immediately gets dunked by a whole bucket of water. He yelps,
“Wrecker!!!” Hunter exclaims
To which Wrecker responded with roaring laughter. Okay, that was actually pretty refreshing, plus now the sweat is out of his hair. But that won't stop him from getting Wrecker back somehow.
better yet, why didn't adult Omega mention him?
‼️ the bad batch series finale spoilers ‼️
well. now the question remains: why is echo not with rex, wolffe, and gregor in star wars rebels…
this photo without any context to literally anyone who’s not a Bad Batch fan
I can't believe that we are all thirsting over a single ear shot
Penguins of Madagascar = Bad Batch??
Heyy Tumblr,
So most of us can agree that if the Bad Batch were the Penguins of Madagascar that they would be:
Skipper = Hunter
Kowalski = Tech
Rico = Wrecker
Private = Omega
But what about the others? I want to do something… weird with the information gathered so help me out here.
Echo =??
Crosshair = Hans??
Batcher =??????
Or King Julian, Mort, Maurice, Alex the Lion, Gloria, Melvin, Marty.
I need ideas.