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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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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.

Also, Crosshair stands with an Imperial Shuttle while the others stand with the Maurader. And Wrecker and Omega stand closer to Crosshair, while Hunter is further back perhaps symbolizing that Hunter will take longer to forgive Crosshair than the others.

I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.

Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.

I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.

Wow, Nice analysis, I'd also like to point out, that if the Marauder represents Tech, then Hunter lingers longer inside than Wrecker to meet Omega when they meet again. Maybe that he’s more willing to let go of Tech to see Omega again while Hunter is still kinda stuck in his head, leaving Tech’s goggles on a pedestal as a reminder of his failure to protect his family.

Ay that's painful.

I love the attention to detail. Two islands of light. Crosshair on one, the others on the other. They perfectly displayed the huge gap that was created in the first season by Cross. Now he needs to regain the trust of his brothers after almost a year of living apart. From now on, the arc of Crosshair's correction begins in the eyes of the rest of the squad, his rehabilitation begins now and it is not known how soon he will be able to become a full-fledged part of this family again. When they trust him again and accept him as their own.

Omega will most likely help him with this. She was generally a ray of light, a supportive sister who you want to protect. She's the only one who believed in Cross, who trusts him even after all this time. Now that her brother has stopped listening to his demons and has begun his redemption, she must help him become Clone 99 again.

I sincerely hope that his story will not end with his death, otherwise we have already lost one.

OK ok ok ok so I thought of this thing just listen, so first, crosshair left his CT number if CT-9904 *4* remember that, then echo (sort of) left HIS CT number is CT-1409 *4* AGAIN! And now, listen TWO people left TWO "RULE OF TWO REMEMBER THIS" and then echo comes back for a little so now theirs only one gone but who dies next? TECH! TECHS CT NUMBER IS CT-9903!!!! *3*!!!! 4,4,3! and now theres two gone again, then Omega is lost, (idk what omegas CT number is but a lot of people thought it was C-2, as in clone two, boba/alpha is clone one/C-1) and she's gone next 4,4,3,2!!!! And then omega and crosshair get beck so theres 1 gone, so they keep echo out so he's "gone" so 2 again technically _BUT_ WHATS WRECKERS CT NUMBER?!?!?!?. 9902!!!!!!!!!!!! Wreckers gonna die next! The pattern was 4,4,3,2 and their probably gonna bring echo back to help save omega so there's 1 gone, and the next number in line is Wrecker!!!! 😭😭😭😭 And with the rule of two rule, Wreckers probably going to die trying to rescue Omega and they fail! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Anyway, this is just a theory I got when taking a shower so it's probably just my brain wanting me to be sad but you never know 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️

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.

Tech: Did you know that Wrecker once tried to arm wrestle a Wookiee?

Wrecker: Hey, but that Wookiee cheated!

Hunter: That's kind of the point, Wrecker.

Crosshair: Speaking of cheating, has anyone seen Echo's latest card trick?

Echo: It's not cheating if I don't get caught.

Tech: I have a new idea for a mission. We infiltrate a high-security facility using nothing but rubber chickens and bubble wrap.

Wrecker: Can I bring my explosive rubber chickens?

Hunter: No, Wrecker. Absolutely not.

Omega: Guys, guys! I found a datapad that says Crosshair has a secret crush on a tactical droid.

Crosshair: Omega, that's classified information.

Tech: So, Crosshair, what's her name? Tactica?

Crosshair: Very funny, Tech. Let's focus on the mission.

Wrecker: I bet I can lift more crates than you, Hunter.

Hunter: You're on, Wrecker. Winner gets Echo's card trick secrets.

Echo: Hey, wait a minute!

Omega: Can we play hide and seek next?

Tech: Only if you promise not to hide in the ventilation shafts again.

Hunter: Alright, team. Enough goofing around. Let's gear up and show the galaxy what The Bad Batch is made of!

Wrecker: Yeah! Explosive rubber chickens and all!

Crosshair: Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here.

Echo: Because we're family, Crosshair. And where else would you find a team this dysfunctional and effective at the same time?

Tech: Indeed. Let's make this mission a success, and maybe we'll even get a break from Wrecker's explosive experiments for once.

Wrecker: Hey, I heard that!

Omega: Can I bring my rubber chicken, too?

Hunter: Sure, Omega. Just don't let Wrecker turn it into a bomb.

Echo: Alright, Bad Batch, let's go cause some controlled chaos!

Crosshair: Why do I get the feeling that chaos won't be very controlled?

Tech: That's the spirit, Crosshair! Let's go!

The Bad Batch: For the Republic!

Tech: Did you hear the rumor? Crosshair tried to arm wrestle a Gonk droid.

Crosshair: And I won!

Wrecker: Of course you did. The Gonk droid was asleep.

Hunter: Can we focus, guys? We have a mission.

Echo: I heard Omega challenged Wrecker to an eating contest.

Omega: Hey, I can eat more cookies than you, Wrecker!

Wrecker: Challenge accepted!

Tech: And I'll be the judge. This is going to be a cookie catastrophe.

Crosshair: Meanwhile, I'll be practicing my aim.

Hunter: At the cookies?

Crosshair: No, at Echo's card tricks. They're getting out of hand.

Echo: Hey, my tricks are a work of art!

Tech: Alright, let's settle this with a mission. Winner gets bragging rights.

Wrecker: And cookies!

Omega: And I get to eat them all!

Hunter: And no more card tricks, Echo.

Echo: Fine, fine. But wait until you see my disappearing act with the cookies!

i just remembered that right after watching "Kamino lost" i dreamt of being on Kamino, but not in Tipoca City, but in a trading city, now i know Kamino did not have trading cities but hear me out.

The sky was light blue, not a cloud in sight, the floor was that same metallic white as every other Kaminoan building, it was a wide space with only one wall to the far right, connected to a metal roof that covered 1/3 of the floor against the occasional rain, just under the rood there were long boxy metal tables, made for the merchants to set their wares during the storms.

But today there was no storm, All the merchants were settled to the right side, right under the sun, with their wooden crates and tables, colorful fruits and vegetables, it was the prettiest thing I've ever seen, unlike the premade tables under the roof, the merchants didn't follow a strict line, some were placed the long way, others made a roundabout with their wares, some even had their droids running around, helping or playing with each other.

There were also some merchants under the roof, races from cold planets, chiss who preferred the darkness, they had metal parts, hard to get materials and the one sketchy weapon vendor. That side may not have been as colorful, but it was all the more intriguing, most of the merchants didn't even set up lights, so the only thing you could see was the reflection on the metal, the spooky silhouettes, and the red eyes in the dark.

Between the boxy metals and the lively merchants there was enough space to park the Havoc Marauder, the Razor crest or even the Millennium Falcon, all made so that the city would allow merchants and buyers from all places in the galaxy.

This city was big, i could tell even from where i was standing at the dock, just beside some old Miraluka lady who sold exotic flowers from dangerous worlds. Just where the market ended there were buildings, marchants who settled in and built stores, not a single house for they went away for weeks at a time and came back just to sell their finds.

i dont know if someone would find this interesting, but i had to write it before i forgot it.

Give a headcanon for a character of your choosing from the bad batch

Hmmm

Headcanon for Tech cuz HES NOT DEAD.

Tech has games on his datapad. Most of the time you see him, he is actually doing important stuff on there, but occasionally he will indulge in a little minesweeper or snake. His favourite game installed on his datapad is sudoku tho. Crossshair is the only person he's told about this, and both have sworn to keep the information away from Wrecker. The last thing Tech needs is a man-child nagging him for the games on his phone. Or worse: Wrecker could tell Omega about it, and then Tech would have to deal with TWO children nagging him for games

Door 2

Really wanted to redraw my favorite scene in the Bad Batches introduction arc! Truthfully also needed to draw anakin making this face :3

Headcanon hunter had the worst potty-mouth of the whole batch before omega and he never quite managed to get it under control

cranky huntah

incorrect quote

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

omega : I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

hunter : I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

wrecker: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

tech: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

wrecker: *flips the board*

incorrect quote

wrecker : Didn't you die?!

tech : That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

the last few episodes

*after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong*

tech: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding omega .

crosshair : For the record, I already found them.

wrecker : And you let them get away before we could have a meaningful conversation.

crosshair : They stabbed me!

tech: I'm surprised they waited this long, crosshair . We've all had the urge.

brotherly antics. Putting off learning how to draw their armor.

The catch test with Omega and the rest of the bad batch

aka, the stupidest thing I’ve drawn in a while lol