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Calling All Skeletons | Chapter 2: Rampaging Binds

Notes: hi all! This one may feel a little bit like a drag, but we’re through the team’s first mission with Doc! Hooray! I’ll be working steadily on the next chapter as soon as I can! Hope you all enjoy! (Also this was very poorly proofread, but anyways)

Word count: ~3.5k

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The squad emerged from the ship, gathering by the edge of the hill and using the surrounding rocks and terrain as cover. They all took a knee as Wrecker, Tech, and Omega scoped to find the target and anything that could compromise the mission. Doc, only recently informed of the job, prepared herself to prove her ability to the group in the hopes of gaining more trust.

Tech zoomed in through his visor, “I have a visual,” he scanned the rest of the area before confirming, “I only see one child.”

“Poor Muchi,” Omega added with a small frown, “She looks scared.”

Doc inched closer to Omega and held her hand to her, “If you don’t mind, let me borrow your visor. I need to see if anyone has sustained any major injuries.” Omega gladly handed the visor over with a smile to Doc, to which the medic returned with a nod as she looked out to the captives.

“I’m clocking two dozen hostiles,” Tech started to brief, “Multiple entry points with minor fortifications.”

“The captives don’t seem to be badly injured, maybe some cuts and bruises,” Doc explained after Tech.

Wrecker piped in with confidence, mostly towards his brothers, “Simple smash and grab like that time on Kuat. Easy enough!”

Before Doc could ask, Omega butted in with her eagerness, “I’m in! What’re we waiting for?” She started to step to follow after her brothers before Hunter grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him.

“You get back to the ship.”

“But-”

“That’s an order.”

With a sigh, Omega complied, “Yes, sir.”

Omega slumped as she walked back towards the ship. The medic looked over her shoulder at the scene, the interaction feeling uneasily familiar to her. Doc shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind, focusing on the task at hand. She can ask questions later.

Running and climbing through the rocky terrain, the squad settles by a disheveled tower. Hunter promptly began to give orders and divide out the plan, “Echo, you’re the eyes in the sky. Wrecker and Doc, draw the Zygerrian forces out. Tech and I will grab the kid.”

“Not a problem,” Wrecker affirmed, cracking his neck as he stood.

Once again keeping her questions for later, Doc followed along with Hunter’s plan. Considering the fresh coat of paint on her armor, she could understand why Hunter would have her help Wrecker in being a distraction. She moved quietly behind the three and waited for her next command.

“Echo, sitrep,” Hunter inquired through his comm device to determine the perfect moment of execution.

Echo surveyed the area as he spoke into his comm, “Two roving patrols on speeders. First guard checkpoint dead ahead.” A growl emits from behind him, making him draw his blaster. He takes no time to alert the others below him, “Hang on. I think I’ve got company.”

“Well, take care of it. Quietly,” Hunter insisted before hearing Echo’s grunt, watching him get thrown off the tower. A shriek from a brezak alerted the rest of the squad. Hunter quickly noticed where it’s coming from, “Watch out!”

The four braced themselves and made attempts to move out of the creature’s way. The brezak wasted no time after landing, whipping its tail aggressively towards its enemies. In a quick moment, Wrecker’s arms enveloped Doc as he swung his back to the tail, attempting to shield her. The force of the tail was enough to effectively swing them into a nearby boulder. Getting slammed into a rock and a heavy guy pushing into her knocked the air out of Doc. The tail’s hit alone made Wrecker feel like he was struck by a large speeder. Hunter and Tech shot rapidly at the beast until they noticed the Zygerrians surrounding them. Before they could react, a stun net was flying towards them.

Her eyes vacant, Doc stared quietly at the ground with each point of her body tensed. Less than a day of being free, and she wore a shock collar and shackles. She shook the present thoughts from her mind as she looked to her companions, first for any cuts and abrasions then for some reassurance. Wrecker started grasping at his shock collar. A poor attempt to subtly remove it, but an attempt nonetheless.

Doc watched closely, deciding to strike up a quiet conversation, “You would’ve had more of a chance if you let me get hit.”

Tech chimed in, “The probability of that chance would most likely only be raised by an insignificant amount, not enough to actually be useful.”

The medic opened her mouth to protest, but closed it when thinking back on the situation.

“I thought it would hurt ya less if I took the hit,” Wrecker admitted as his eyes found Doc.

Doc’s eyes gained their shine at his words, a small smile forming on her lips, “Appreciate it.”

The large clone returned a grin with a nod before he got back to his plan of removing the collar. The mechanisms slowly started to shift as he tugged subtly, “It’s gettin’ looser.”

Almost instantly, an aggressive shock jolted through Wrecker’s collar. His hands dropped the collar as he groaned with the shock, losing his progress on freedom.

Echo snapped at the Zygerrians at his brother’s defense, “Do that one more time and you’ll be-” A shock through his own collar interrupted him as he emitted a painful groan.

Doc’s brows furrowed at the Zygerrians, her fists clenched tightly and nearly started to shake.

“Save your energy,” Tech heeded to his team, “We’re going to need it.”

A brezak’s shriek grabbed the squad’s attention as it flew overhead to a tower, the lead Zygerrian standing tall as he loomed over at his slaves. The brezak let out another loud screech after perching on the tallest point. The sound of a cry took Doc’s attention away from the brezak, her eyes finding the child they plan to save.

Unsure of what else to do, she smiled to the other captives, “It’s okay. We’re going to get you out of here. All of you.”

“Yeah! Relax, Muchi. We’re the cavalry!” Wrecker reassured the child.

Hunter knew they needed to get back to Omega soon. They needed a plan now. He looked over to Tech, “What are our odds out of this, Tech?”

“I am not certain,” Tech stated plainly.

“So much for bein’ smart,” Wrecker snarked.

Sighing heavily with an eye roll, Tech explained, “This is not a standard military operation, and seeing how we’ve never been tasked with rescuing a child from slave traders before, there is no data I can compare it to.”

“Odds are low, if you’re still wondering,” Doc clarified after Tech, shifting her hands in an attempt to loosen the tight cuffs.

Echo raised an eyebrow, “You’ve been in this situation before?”

Doc avoided the question, shrugging, “Not exactly,” she turned to Hunter, “The Zygerrians have most likely already searched the ship. Does Omega know what to do?” There was a string of concern within her words.

Hunter fell silent for a second at Doc’s words before going back to strategizing, “We need to signal Omega.”

“Except our comms are over there with our weapons,” Echo sassed to Hunter, the squad all equally frustrated they can’t get to Omega.

A short moment of silence fell over them. Tech searched high and low for anything that could help them out of this situation. What he hadn’t expected to see was Omega about to climb across some dangling cords. He looked back to Hunter, nodding his head towards Omega’s direction, “We won’t need a comm to signal her.”

At the news, each of them began to look up at the girl with a sense of relief. Omega waved down to Hunter, pointing to herself and then down to them. Hunter’s eyes widened at her suggestion, shaking his head in disagreement. The sound of steps and doors opening alerted Hunter as he subtly nodded for Omega to hide.

The head Zygerrian slaver strides out of the tower with hands behind his back, his eyes wandering over his property, “Look at what we have here. Five new slaves to add to my collection.” He stops in front of Doc before he continues, “Some strong ones,” he leans down and forcefully grabs her chin with a smirk, “And a pretty one. You all should fetch a nice price.”

Doc’s face burned red as her nostrils flared, that shine leaving her eye as she stared down the Zygerrian with his hands on her. Beside her, Wrecker’s brows were furrowed at the head Zygerrian, his arms threatening to rip the chain and cuffs at that moment.

Echo butted in, “The Republic outlawed slavery!”

The Zygerrian glared at Echo, “We’re not in the Republic anymore, skug,” he pushed the medic’s face away as he stood up straight, beginning to walk away.

Doc snapped her head back towards the Zygerrian, huffing heavily at him. She glanced to Echo, each of them sharing the boiling rage through their eyes.

While the Zygerrians were distracted with the conversation, Omega had already moved to another position. She watched over the exchange for a moment, knowing she needed to get to work on helping her friends. Echo spotted her and, almost like he read her mind, decided to keep up his conversation with the slave traders, “You’re lucky we don’t have our gear!”

“Yeah. We’d have you and your men in shambles right now,” Doc glared heavily at the Zygerrians, unaware of Omega’s position.

“Oh, really?” The Zygerrian stepped back to face Echo and Doc, “My men captured you with your gear, so I don’t see how they couldn’t do it again-”

“One blaster bolt between your eyes sounds sufficient enough,” The medic snarled with no resistance. A painful shock followed, coursing through her body as she barred her teeth, taking the shock better than her companions.

Clunk!

Omega pressed her back against the wall after knocking down a rock, covering her mouth after mistakenly gasping. The Zygerrians all turned towards the sound, the head going to investigate. Wrecker focused on Omega. He positioned a large rock beside him, kicking it at one of the Zygerrians and knocking him down.

The head Zygerrian stopped in his tracks, landing a glare on Wrecker. One of the grunts retaliated by whipping the larger clone. Wrecker growled at the grunt.

“We can make do with one less slave,” the Zygerrian lead threatened, “Maybe I’ll feed you to my pet.” On cue, his brezak screeches from it’s place on the tower. “As for the rest of you,” he paces around his slaves, “You will be part of a new beginning. With the meddling Republic gone, we can return to Kadavo and rebuild what was taken from us. Under this new Empire, our operation will flourish once again.”

While the Zygerrian monologues, Omega peaked into the cage she happened to land on. After seeing the creature inside she instantly had an idea, “Hmmm, I know.” She grinned as she jumped off and went around to the door.

“And if you do not comply,” the Zygerrian started, “the person next to you will pay the price.” There was a sinister tone in his voice that would send a shiver up anyone’s spine.

Not wanting to cause anyone else to get hurt, the squad fell quiet while their faces spoke for them. Anger. The only thing they could do was sit to avoid drawing any attention to Omega.

“No! Let me go!”

“Gotcha,” a Zygerrian grabbed hold of Omega, bringing her towards the group. The girl thrashed in his arms as hard as she could to escape him. The group watched closely, ready to take action no matter the situation.

“I found her sneaking around the cage.”

As the lead Zygerrian approached, Omega looked up at him innocently, “I wasn’t sneaking.” A smirk wiped across her face as she revealed the bar to the cage, “I was unlocking.”

The cage started thrashing about. The Zygerrians were shot with panic, making a quick attempt to secure their caged possession. The doors flung open as a young rancor busted out of her prison. It took no time for her to start wreaking havoc and harming the Zygerrians who encaged her with a blaring roar.

“A rampaging adolescent rancor is not the distraction I was anticipating,” Tech looked between the destruction and his companions.

Wrecker stood up, “That’s their problem!” He tugged aggressively on the chain, breaking it, “We’re gettin’ outta here!”

The chain fell and allowed each captive to be freed from their place. Wrecker flung his hands down on his knee, effectively breaking the handcuffs as he tore the collar off of his neck. Doc eyed Wrecker as she stood up. She knew he was strong, but there was something skillful about his strength. Wrecker grabbed the sides of Doc’s collar and pried it off as if it was a twig. The medic’s heart thumped for a moment at the contact, a feeling she had forgotten.

“Uh, you okay?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Oh, yeah. Could you get these cuffs off me?”

With a nod, Wrecker gripped her handcuffs and threw them against his armored knee with precision. Doc rubbed her wrists, sharing a smile with Wrecker before darting over to the other captives to assist Echo. Kneeling down, she first addressed the Falleen child she believed they were saving, “Hi, I’m a doctor. Does anything hurt?” She offered her hand out to her with a soft smile. The child was reluctant until a look from her father reassured her, placing her hand into Doc’s.

Omega ran over to Doc and the supposed Muchi, “It’s okay, Muchi! We’re here to take you home!”

The Falleen father spoke in his native tongue, explaining that his child was not the Muchi they were looking for. He pointed to the rancor on a rampage, “Muchi! Muchi!”

After freeing the other captive, Echo turned to look at the true Muchi with confusion, “The rancor is Muchi?”

“Wait, you weren’t told the rescue was for a rancor?” Doc questioned as she finished her quick examination of the young Falleen.

Muchi continued on with her destruction and violence as she ran from the scene, trying to escape the shots from the Zygerrians. Hunter wasted no time as he, Tech, and Wrecker brought over Doc and Echo’s gear, “Gear up. We have to go after Muchi.” He continued to explain as they threw on their things, “If we don’t capture her, we don’t get our intel from Cid.”

Wrecker passed Doc her pistol, noticing it was different from his own from the Republic, “That’s a weird lookin’ blaster.”

She holstered it with a smile, “From my time on Naboo. First blaster I ever fired.” She put her helmet on her head as they all followed Muchi’s path.

“Naboo. Are ya from there?” Wrecker inquired.

“I am, nothing too special,” she shrugged, focusing more on the task at hand.

Wrecker pressed on, “Naboo is pretty far from here. Do ya miss it?”

An eerie silence fell onto Doc.

Wrecker sensed the tension instantly, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, just drop it.”

The group halted at a fork in the path, Hunter crouching down to track which direction Muchi went. As he pointed in her direction, Omega interrupted him, “What about them?” She gestured to the freed slaves.

Echo provided a solution before Hunter, “Omega, Doc, and I will get them to safety. You find Muchi.”

“Right,” before taking off, Hunter directed Echo and Doc, “Go for the speeders at the south entrance.” Tech provided instructions to the Falleens before the trio took off with them, then following Hunter and Wrecker to retrieve Muchi.

Doc readied her blaster as they escorted the captives. She shot at any Zygerrians they passed, ensuring everyone’s safety.

Echo took notice of her falling targets, “You’re a pretty good shot.”

“What can I say? The Empire didn’t want me just because I’m a doctor,” she blasted another Zygerrian.

They began to approach the speeders, ducking behind some rocks as Echo and Doc scoped out the area. As soon as they peaked their heads up, they were met with purple shots from the Zygerrians’ energy bows. In no time, Doc shot at the two approaching enemies while Echo took out the one up high.

Echo took the lead towards the speeders while Doc covered their flank. She watched Omega as she came across an energy bow on the ground. With a smile, Doc walked up to the young clone and her new weapon, “That’s a fine bow for you.”

Omega’s eyes sparked with joy as she looked up at the medic. Her smile was wide until the bow suddenly activated, a face of shock and slight panic appearing instead. Doc chuckled softly before kneeling down and helping Omega deactivate it. “You’ll get used to it,” she explained while standing, ushering Omega to rejoin the group.

The girl’s pace picked up, “Will you teach me how to shoot it?”

Doc laughed at the suggestion, “Oh, you do not want me to teach you.”

“Why not? I thought you were good at shooting?”

The medic tilted her hand to show her blaster to Omega, “I was trained on this gun for years.” She holstered the gun and placed her hand on Omega’s shoulder, “Your brothers would give you better advice than I could.”

The young clone thought for a moment before grinning up at Doc, “Yeah, but I think you’d be a good teacher too.”

“Ah, well,” Doc shrugged, “We’ll see. I can at least show you how to defend yourself without a gun. How about that?”

A determined nod from Omega sealed the agreement.

Echo turned back to see the two interacting with each other. He furrowed his brows, thinking to himself and assessing the situation. He dropped the thoughts in his mind and knew he would interrogate her later with his brothers.

Echo ushered the three captives to escape, “You’re free. Go quickly.” With some gratitude and good-byes shared, all that remained were two clones and a medic.

Doc mounted the other speeder, “Let's get going!”

“You’re driving?” Echo placed a hand on his hip and cocked his head to the side.

Doc rolled her head with her eyes, “Would you prefer to drive one-handed?”

Echo went to argue, but gave up as he got onto the speeder. He lifted Omega up to sit between him and Doc before they sped off towards the group.

Muchi and Wrecker sluggishly fought with each other as the speeder pulled into the scene. Parking the speeder, Omega hopped off and watched the fight with curiosity. Echo and Doc joined Tech and Hunter.

“How long’s he been at this?” Echo asked.

“Too long,” Tech clarified, “He’s losing his touch.”

Doc crossed her arms, “I didn’t think he could get worn out.”

Each punch and shove from the clone and rancor were slow. A pitiful fight put in slow motion. Wrecker was just about to give up, groaning as he knelt. “Come on, Muchi. Go to sleep,” he pleaded with the rancor. Muchi fell onto the ground into Wrecker’s arms, completely exhausted. He tiredly patted her, “There we go.”

Omega stepped closer to the sleeping rancor, awing, “She’s kinda cute up close.”

“Nice job putting the baby to sleep,” Doc walked over with a grin, standing beside Omega.

With a few huffs and a thumbs up from Wrecker, the job was done.

The trip back to Cid’s parlor was quiet. Unexpected to Doc, yet somewhat pleasant. Not much of a peep from everyone the whole trip until they got back into the city. As the squad walks down the familiar alley with Muchi, they’re greeted by Cid and her client. Omega slid off of Muchi’s back and stood with Wrecker as they waved a goodbye.

“Gotta say, fellas, I wasn’t sure you could pull this job off,” She eyed the group and noticed the addition of Doc, “I see you grabbed an extra set of hands to help.”

Echo ignored her words, getting straight to the point, “You could have told us we were going after a rancor.”

Cid hummed, “Must’ve slipped my mind,” she pointed at Hunter, “You, dark and broody. My office.” She turned into her parlor with Hunter following.

That left Doc with the remaining squad.

“So, what’s your deal?” Echo narrowed his eyes at Doc.

The medic sighed, “I promise that I mean well,” she looks to the parlor, “I’ll tell you everything inside. It’s not much more than what I’ve already said, but if it makes you all trust me I’ll tell you every detail.”

Wrecker patted Doc’s shoulder, smiling out of eagerness, “Sounds like a plan!”

Doc raised a brow with a small smile to Wrecker, a sense of comfort and curiosity washing over her.

Tech and Echo glanced at each other, speaking through just their eyes, after watching Wrecker’s actions. Not completely unusual, yet strange towards a stranger he met today.

Looking between the duos, Omega had already decided her opinion on Doc. She bounced over to the medic with a wide grin, “Don’t forget that you can’t leave before teaching me your skills.”

Doc laughed as she knelt to Omega, “yeah, I know. I promise I’ll teach you, as long as your brothers are okay with that.” She stood up and looked at the bunch, “Let’s hurry up and get inside.”

With that they entered the parlor, all with varying ideas of the medic that joined them today.

Notes: I don't have too much to say on this chapter tbh. More Doc lore might or might not drop next chapter, so get ready for that! See y'all next time!

Calling All Skeletons | Chapter 3: Honest Interaction

Notes: A shorter chapter! I didn't want to overload information in this chapter, so I'm dividing it up. Hope you all enjoy some Doc lore (feat. Crosshair).

Word Count: ~1.6k

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Doc held her cup with both hands, sitting across from Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega. The atmosphere of the parlor was quiet. Only the five of them were seated around a small table, blue lights dimly glowing from the bar.

“Where do I even start?” She hummed, her fingers tapping the sides of her glass. “I’m not going to give you my life story, but I was on Naboo’s Security Force before I joined the Galactic Army. I was mainly trained as a doctor and learned how to do countless procedures on Naboo.” She set her cup down and placed her blaster on the table, “They taught me how to defend myself.”

The bunch of clones listened and watched Doc closely, taking in every piece of information. Tech adjusted his goggles, looking at her blaster then to Doc, “If you’re trained specially for medical practice, what would the Empire want with you? Besides being on standby as a medic, I don’t see a reason why they’d seek you out as a soldier.”

Doc chuckled softly, “Yeah, you would think I’m just some doctor, right?” She crossed her arms as she leaned back into her chair, “I can shoot, I can fight, and I can doctor. I’m good in tense situations, and the Empire liked my enthusiasm,” she smiled faintly, “When I got an offer, I took it and knew I was going to be helping people across the galaxy instead of a singular planet.” Her lips turned down as she glanced away from the batch, “After months of training, I was sent on my first mission with the Elite Squad. To Onderon.”

A shuttle flew through the stars and vast space. From the inside, only a red light illuminated the area and the Elite Squad.

“Why would they put him in charge?”

The soldiers stood in the shuttle with their clone commander, Crosshair. Four of the squad members remained quiet while ES-01 expressed his complaint. Doc, being one of the four, looked over to ES-01, head tilted.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes, “Problem?”

“Considering our commander has more experience than any of us, it only makes sense for him to be our commander,” Doc interrupted, “You should be respecting him and the efforts he made along with all other clones during the clone wars.” She looked to Crosshair before quickly darting her eyes away, “Apologies Commander.”

Sharing eye contact with Doc, Crosshair’s expression remained the same. He didn’t respond to her at all, yet there was a familiar silence between them.

ES-01 rolled his eyes, ignoring Doc, “Tell me this, clone,” he started as he eyed his commander, “If you all are so efficient, how come the Empire’s scouting soldiers like us?”

Doc furrowed her brows, “It’s giving a job to people like you and me. It’s allowing the clones to train us and rest-“

“ES-05, they were made to be in war! The Empire is obviously done with clones,” ES-01 snapped, facing away, “Sounds to me like it’s time for a change.”

Doc rolled her eyes, disengaging from the conversation. Meanwhile, Crosshair glued his intimidating glare to his argumentative squad-member.

“Enjoy being commander,” ES-01 smirked, “For now. We’ll see how things shake out.”

A tense and awkward silence fell on the squad. This lasted until the shuttle landed at their destination, each member taking their positions with Crosshair’s guide. They started to move in on the targets, Doc’s blaster at the ready and stationed further back. She watched the so-called insurgents from behind her squad and her eyes widened. She lowered her blaster slowly. These weren’t insurgents, but they had to be the target.

“ES-05, move up.”

Doc snapped back to reality at Crosshair’s command, swallowing, “Yes,” she hesitated, “Commander.” She moved forward as told. She lifted her blaster at the targets shakily, eyeing each individual. This is wrong. This isn’t right.

Crosshair led the blast fire, taking out Saw Gerrera’s fighters like light work. Each of the other squad-members followed their commander as they shot at each believed soldier. Doc’s hand shook as she watched the bloodshed and falling of people before her. Each shot she fired intended to miss, only to say that she was technically following orders. She watched as one went to pilot the vehicle and make their escape. She watched. Hopeful.

A blast shot through the pilot’s chest. The transport dropped to the ground immediately.

Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as the scene replayed in her head. Doc’s eyes stung with tears as she looked to her commander and squad-mates as they moved in on the innocents. Each step she took with her squad was heavy, begging her to turn away.

The targets spilled out of the transport, knowing they had nowhere else to go. One of Gerrera’s fighters glared at the squad as she threw her weapon down to approach Crosshair.

Holding a gun to her chest, Crosshair pressed, “Where’s Gerrera?”

“I don’t know. But I wouldn’t tell you if I did-”

A bolt fires through her chest.

Crosshair stands over her body as it falls, holstering his gun, “I believe you.”

The medic turned her head away from the scene. Her eyes shut tight at the sound of the blaster firing, tears threatening their escape.

Her commander continued with his interrogation as he walked to the other individuals, “Do any of you have any information you’d like to share?”

A couple huddled close together, the human man speaking, “We don’t know anything,” he quickly assured, “We were promised transport off world, that’s all.”

“Then you’re of no use to the Empire,” Crosshair snarled as he aimed his gun at the couple.

“What are you doing?” ES-01 interjected, “Gerrera’s fighters are dead. These are civilians.”

Doc shook her head, clearing her throat, “They aren’t a threat to us or the Empire.”

“Right,” ES-01 straightened his posture, “We should bring them in.”

Crosshair turned to his squad, “Those weren’t our orders.” His voice was sharp.

“Forget our orders! This is wrong,” ES-01 looked over to the civilians, attempting to advocate for them. Even if it’s just to give them another day to fight and live.

Doc placed her blaster on her hip. She couldn’t go through with it. She wouldn’t.

“So, you’re not going to comply?” Crosshair threatened as he leaned in close to ES-01.

“No. None of us are,” ES-01 answered directly as he turned to his squad-mates, “Ignore the clone. We signed up to be soldiers, not an execution squad.”

The rest of the squad listened closely to ES-01. Doc, moving in closer to listen to her companion, readied herself to do what was necessary to avoid any more death than there had to be. That was until Crosshair interrupted ES-01’s plans.

“You want to know why they put me in charge?”

Doc and her squad turned towards their commander, listening to see what he had to say. The medic’s stomach churned at his words.

“It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done,” Crosshair quickly drew his blaster, shooting directly into ES-01’s chest.

There wasn’t a moment to turn away or stop him before it happened. Doc couldn’t hold back her gasp. Immediately, she dropped to the ground beside ES-01 as she pulled her bag off to search for supplies.

“Leave him,” the commander pointed his blaster at Doc as he snarled.

“’Good soldiers follow orders,’” Doc repeated the words Crosshair said to her. The memory of the cold and unforgiving stare and tone remained with her, “Those civilians never stood a chance. I should’ve run away and taken the ship then and there, but I froze.”

The "bad" batch of clones were all together at the table with Omega as Doc told her story. Their faces all deep in thought of the situation. Knowing Crosshair all this time to suddenly knowing nothing about him shook their cores. How could he do this? If only his chip hadn’t activated Order 66.

A silence loomed over the bunch as Doc finished her retelling of events. Omega looked down, thinking to herself, before fixing her gaze on the medic and moving closer to her. She placed a hand on her arm, looking at the table, “His behavior isn’t his fault. Clones have inhibiter chips that influence their behaviors.”

Doc’s brows furrowed, “Then why do all of you act reasonably?”

“We are defective clones,” Tech answered, “Our chips seem to have malfunctioned when Order 66 was given. Except for Crosshair’s...” His eyes moved to look at the ground. His brothers shared a similar expression to him, panged by the actions of Crosshair.

Glancing to Omega and then to the men before her, Doc could feel their grief. They lost their brother to the Empire. More than anything she lost to them. “I’m so sorry,” her eyes soften, “I’m sure he was a great brother to you all.”

Wrecker’s eyes found Doc’s after she spoke. His lips barely curved a woeful smile, acknowledging her words.

Hunter thought through her story, eventually standing up as he spoke, “Crosshair’s actions were his choice to make, even if influenced by the chip.” He sighed heavily as he crossed his arms, “There was nothing we could do about it,” he looked to Doc, “But if you have nowhere else to go, the least we can do is help you and make things right.”

“And I’ll do anything I can to help you all,” Doc’s mouth shone a small smile, “Running from the Empire is no joke.”

Echo scoffed a short chuckle, “Yeah, you can say that again.”

Omega jumped up from her seat, clasping Doc’s hand in both of hers, “So, that means you’re going to stay?”

The medic stood up as she shared a smile with Omega, “For the time being, yes.” She looked to Hunter, “On a different note, what did Cid tell you?”

Getting back on track, Hunter turned to the group, “We need to discuss Cid’s intel further on the Marauder.”

Notes: I'm already in the process of writing the next chapter, so hopefully there won't be as long of a wait this time! Classes, moving, and working have all been very stressful as of recent. I'll have some more free time soon! Until the next chapter!

You're On

Wrecker x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: naked massage, flirting, making out, oral sex, lingerie, "panty" ripping, anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, precum licking, creampie, butt plug, long sex toy

Inspired by and written for @clownbloody! I'm sorry it's sooooo late! It's been sitting in my edit folder for ages 😩

Mando'a Guide: Cyar'ika - Sweetheart Cyare - Beloved

Wrecker sighed as you worked your hands into the tight knots down his back. 

“You good, baby?” you chuckled.

“Mmmm feels good,” he all but moaned.

You grinned. “Always so tight when you come to see me.”

“More ways than one,” he laughed into the pillow.

You scoffed, pressing your quickly hardening length against the back of his hips where you straddled him. “Oh, like you’ve got the energy for any other kind of tightness after a 5 week long string of missions?”

He turned his head to look up at you through his periphery. “Always got the energy for you, cyar’ika.”

“You realize I’d have to stop massaging your back, right?”

Wrecker seemed to consider this for a moment, but his lips quirked up in a smirk. “I’ll live.”

Before you knew it, he’d bucked you off of him, taking his place above you as he roughly claimed your mouth. 

You moaned into the kiss as his hips grinded against yours, one hand capturing both of your wrists and pinning them to the bed above your head. 

“Maker, Wreck,” you sighed as his lips traveled down your body, kissing and licking, sucking and biting. 

“You make me wild, cyar’ika,” he murmured between kisses. 

Once he got to your waistline, he pulled roughly at the material of your pants, a silent plea to remove them. You obliged, revealing the lacy boxer briefs you’d gotten to surprise your lover. 

“Ohhh, cyare,” he groaned.

“You like ‘em?” you smirked. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “You better take them off right now before I tear them off.”

You laughed. “I thought you might say that. That’s why I bought a few of them.”

Your eyebrow raised in an unspoken challenge as his lust-riddled brain put the pieces together. “R-really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, baby,” you grinned, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. “Go ahead. You know I like it when you get rough.”

“Fuck yeah, cyare,” he growled as he tugged at the waistband, the delicate fabric pulling apart easily against his strength. He groaned again, watching your quickly hardening length fall out of its confines to flop against your belly. 

Without another moment’s hesitation his big, calloused hand wrapped around your shaft as he placed a gentle kiss to your tip. 

Your contended hum quickly turned into a moan and he took your cock into his mouth. You watched his eyes flutter shut, just as it did when he took a bite of good food. 

His hand shifted down to take more of your length in, gently cupping your balls. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as his eyes opened again, fully locked onto yours. 

You could feel the pleasure building in your gut. As perfect as his mouth felt, you tapped the hand that had just reached up to tweak your nipples. 

Wrecker sank his mouth down onto you, taking your full cock into his throat. He stopped his motions, looking up at you through his lashes and cocking an eyebrow. 

“Baby, this is amazing,” you groaned. “But I don’t want to cum until I have your cock in my ass.”

It was Wrecker’s turn to moan, the rumbling from his throat around your cock making your hips jerk. 

He pulled off of you slowly, letting a few strings of spit trail down from his mouth as he finally released your dick. Your head fell back at the sight; this man was going to be the death of you. 

Faster than it took you to realize, he’d lifted you from the bed, lifting you up to straddle his waist as he leaned back against the headboard. 

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Show me that pretty ass of yours and I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me.”

You whimpered a little, moving quickly to present your ass to him. 

He slapped your cheeks, admiring the way they flushed ever so slightly. He reached for the bottle of lube that lived on the nightstand.

He poured a little onto his fingers, wiping them against your hole. 

He slipped one finger in with ease, nearly groaning at the way your ass pulled him in. He pushed another finger in and you were practically purring for him. 

“Maker, cyar’ika,” he mumbled almost reverently as he added a third finger. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

“Love the way you stretch me,” you managed between quiet moans. “Gimme more, baby.”

Wrecker put a fourth finger in and felt like his head was going to explode. 

“Fuck, Wrecker, more,” you ordered greedily. 

“Cyar’ika, that’s almost my whole hand-”

You looked back at him over your shoulder. “Yes, baby,” you encouraged, your words slightly slurring together. “Gimme your hand.”

“Fuck, cyare,” he groaned as he squirted more lube onto his hand. 

Your ass eagerly took his giant hand and you moaned wantonly, loving the stretch and the sight of his amazed face. 

“Cyare, I need you,” he panted, pumping his hand a little. 

“Need your cock, Wreck,” you agreed. 

He pulled his hand out, wiping the extra lube onto his almost painfully hard length. 

Wrecker pulled at your hip. “Face me, cyar’ika. I need to see the pretty faces you make while you ride me.”

You shuddered, turning and lowering yourself onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, drawing out the vowel. 

The two of you stilled for a moment, basking in the perfect way he slotted inside you. You felt his cock twitch as his hands roved over your body. They moved up to your nipples, pulling, squeezing, and rolling the sensitive skin between his fingers. 

“C’mon, mesh’la,” he whispered, bucking his hips. “Wanna see you bounce on my cock.”

You moaned again, feeling like your brain had turned to a pleasant mush as you started to move, feeling his long cock drag in and out of you. The girth of him sat in that perfect range; big enough for the stretch to drive you wild, but slim enough it didn’t become overwhelming. The depth into your gut he could reach made you dizzy. 

“I think you’re already getting close, cyare,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “Look at this mess you’re making.”

Wrecker held your waving cock with one hand, steadying it for you to see the trail of your precum dripping from your cockhead. You swiped your thumb across it, gathering the evidence of your pleasure. 

“Mmm, give me that,” he hummed, opening his mouth and letting his tongue hang out.

Your cock twitched and ached as you grabbed him by the chin, pressing your thumb against his waiting tongue. 

He let out a groan of satisfaction, his eyes rolling back as your ass clenched around him. 

Wrecker wrapped his lips around your thumb, pulling a curse from your lips. 

“Wonder how long you’ll last if I just…” He trailed off, choosing to let his actions finish the idea. He grabbed your hips, pushing you up and nearly off his cock. He pulled you back down roughly, his hips pivoting up into you. 

A string of curses fell from your lips as he continued fucking you. Soon, your words turned into rambling syllables, barely strung together as words. 

“You’re so cockdumb for me, baby,” he smirked. “You like getting fucked outta your brain?”

The way your cock twitched and the mindless, rapid nodding you gave answered the question before the affirmative words could fall from your lips. 

Then he shifted. His hands grabbed you just differently enough. 

“Fuck,” you cried as each hard thrust sent his cockhead pressing against your prostate. 

You knew you were going to cum and hoped the never-ending stream of mumbled words flowing from you told him as much. 

“That’s it, cyare,” he groaned, his pace still unrelenting. “Give me that cum.”

That did it; that sent you flying over the edge. Your vision went white as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

His hips slowed as your eyes cleared and you started to come down from your high. 

“Did so good for me, mesh’la,” he cooed. “Took my cock so well.”

“Maker, Wreck,” you sighed. “You- you are too good at that.”

“Mmm, just for you,” he shrugged. “Love taking you apart while you ride me. Love hitting that perfect little spot that makes you scream my name like that.”

Do I scream? you thought as you fought to catch your breath. You had noticed your throat was a little sore. 

“Yeah, cyar’ika,” he chuckled. “Your neighbors hate me.”

Your head was coming back together bit by bit. “Baby, did you-” you started, but were quickly cut off by a particular feeling deep in your gut. 

He hadn’t pulled out of your ass yet, but you could feel the tightness in your belly - you were full of his cum. 

You moaned as you lay down against him, being sure to not let his slowly softening length slip out of you. “Mmm, you filled me up, didn’t you Wrecker?”

“Course I did; it’s been five weeks since the last time I got to,” he grinned. “Don’t worry, mesh’la; I’m going to make sure you don’t spill a single drop.”

He produced from the pocket of his pants - which had conveniently landed on the edge of the bed - a box. 

He opened it up, revealing that he’d gotten you a new toy. It was long and thick, tapered and with a flared base of course. You knew it had to be girthy if it was meant to keep you plugged up after Wrecker’s monster of a cock had stretched you out, but the length of it brought butterflies to your stomach. 

“Fuck yes, baby,” you whined. “Please put it in me.”

He grinned wickedly, pushing you upright by your shoulders, and nudging you until you spun away from him, staying on his cock all the while. 

“That’s it, mesh’la,” he encouraged. “Lift up nice and slow for me.”

You were maybe halfway off his cock when you felt the tip of the new toy start to press into your ass. 

“Wrecker,” you moaned. 

He pulled his hips back from you, letting his semi-hard cock fall from your tight hole. He pushed the toy in further and you felt it widen with every inch. You were moaning unabashedly by the time he finished. 

“Oh, maker,” you gasped as you placed a hand on your lower belly. Your soft skin felt slightly distended and you let yourself fall back to lay on top of him. 

He laughed. “Is it good, mesh’la?”

You sighed with a slight shiver. “It is… until you can give me more of your cum.”

That wide, wicked grin returned. “Oh, you’re on, cyar’ika.”

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Keep On Moving

Relationships: Crosshair & Hunter & Tech & Wrecker

Content Warnings: Blood and Injury, Emetophobia, Drug usage

Summary:

After being sent on a mission injured, Wrecker has to rely on stims to keep going. Whilst he's used to the after-effects, that doesn't make them any more pleasant. Thankfully, his brothers are looking out for him when he inevitably crashes.

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Wrecker's chest aches as he leans on a wall heavily. Breathing's become difficult. He's got multiple broken ribs, that's for sure. If the list of issues stopped there, Wrecker would be fine. But the ache in his knee has become a stabbing pain and there's a persistent stinging running down his spine and arms every time he moves.

He hasn't got the time for this, nor is this the place for him to crash. They're at the heart of a Separatist base, in the middle of a mission. His brothers need him.

Truth be told, Wrecker had felt bad long before the mission started. The last few days have been rough. Between sleepless nights thanks to bad dreams and the general wear and tear combat puts on his body, Wrecker would have rather curled up in a corner and not moved for the next seven to twenty-four hours.

But that's not a choice he gets to make. There's a war on, battles to be fought, droids to be demolished. If Wrecker clocks out now, he won't just be letting his brother's down, he'll be putting them in serious danger.

Thankfully, they've restocked recently and have been provided with what he needs; stims.

Hands shaking, Wrecker fishes the small box out of his pack. He stares at the lined up stims inside for a moment, dreading the needles that come with using them, as well as the inevitable low after the effects wear off. But for his brother, Wrecker will take both any day.

Wrecker unlatches the side of his chest plate just enough to fit a hand under it. Stims are simple to use, no precise injection needed, as they're intended as a last resort. Even a dying soldier could use one. Not having to look for a vein or watch the needle sink into his skin is a small mercy Wrecker is very grateful for.

He slips the stim under his chest plate, administering it close to his heart. Wrecker grits his teethe as the liquid spreads into his muscles, burning the entire way in. He hears the vial shatter as he throws the empty stim to the ground. After a beat and a split second decision, Wrecker grabs a second stim from the box and uses that too. One won't last long enough, he needs the extra boost.

Wrecker rubs at the injection site as he waits for the drug to kick in. His breath comes in short gasps as the liquid spreads through his body, feeling like fire under his skin. He knows it'll stop feeling so bad after a moment, but somehow the time between injection and the stim taking effect always feels like an eternity.

“Where are you?” Hunter's voice hisses through Wrecker's comm.

“Be there in a moment,” Wrecker answers, reluctantly pushing himself away from the wall he's been using as a support. Wrecker staggers forwards, legs uncooperative. He knows the stim will kick in any moment and once that happens, everything will be easier than breathing.

Two steps and Wrecker's body calms to feeling warm rather than on fire. Two more and he feels truly awake for the first time in days. One more and the pain's fading away.

It's not gone, but it isn't pain any more. It's distant, like a warning. When Wrecker pushes down on his ribs or puts too much weight on his knee, it's like his body is telling him not to do so, but not like it's screaming at him to stop any more. This Wrecker can ignore.

Inhaling deeply, Wrecker cracks his neck. This is the fun part of using stims, the part where he becomes efficient, strong, useful. Like he's supposed to be.

The urge to move faster grows in Wrecker's chest, twisting in a way that demands attention. So he complies. It feels good to run, like fresh air after being cooped up inside the Marauder for days.

Droids that would have been difficult to deal with earlier are nothing compared to the energy the stim gives Wrecker. He barely uses his blaster any more, opting to tear into his enemies with his hands.

Blood rushes in Wrecker's ears, heart pumping furiously in his chest. A droids neck snaps with a satisfying crunch, Wrecker rips wires out of another's chest with his hands. If it weren't for his helmet, Wrecker would feels the urge to get his teeth involved as well.

Every cell in Wrecker's body is alight with the drive to fight, to claw his way through the hoards of droids. He has to keep moving or his heart may burst. Or maybe his blood will boil or he'll simply lose his mind. Wrecker doesn't know what will happen, only that he has to keep moving.

Wrecker yells as he slams into a group of droids with his body. He knows from experience that his throat will hurt later, but doesn't care. The overwhelming need to vent his energy in any way possible wins that debate every time.

The corridor is clear for a while, no enemies in sight. When Wrecker spots the next droid, he sprints at it, grabbing it by the chest and lifting it in the air.

But this one fights back, its hand connecting with Wrecker's helmet, making his head ring.

“Put me down and snap out of it!” a familiar voice says as Wrecker's hands are clawed at not by mechanical fingers, but real flesh and bone ones. Wrecker gasps, letting go of Hunter.

Wrecker almost hits Tech when he's suddenly at Wrecker's side, but manages to keep his reflexes from acting out. “How many did you take?” He sounds judgemental, like Wrecker doesn't know his own limit.

“Two,” Wrecker says, holding his fingers up to indicate the number in case the verbal response didn't leave his mouth. He doesn't think it did. Wrecker knows that four is the absolute most stims he can handle. Thankfully that was tested on kamino, because the heart failure five stims very nearly caused would have killed Wrecker were it not for immediate treatment.

“Good,” Tech says. “I assume we can forget trying to keep this mission stealthy.”

Wrecker nods, almost feeling guilty, but the intense drive to keep fighting prevents him from succumbing to the emotion. He rocks back and forth on his heels, shaking his arms out and flexing his hands. His body is full of warning signals now, ones he will continue to ignore.

Wrecker has to do something, preferably something destructive, but with no enemies about he's stuck feeling like a caged nexu.

His brothers don't wait around forever though, only long enough to inform Crosshair about the change in plan. They begin to give Wrecker orders, point him at enemies or doors in need of opening, give him directions. Wrecker follows them, not focusing or acknowledging anything but his brother's voices and the jobs he is given.

It's a familiar rhythm, one they always fall into when one of them is on more than one stim. It gets hard to think fast, hard make rational decisions. So they let a brother decide. Other than Wrecker, using multiple stims is something they try to avoid. It's not like he's put on missions to think anyway.

Time passes in an unusual way, jumping between sluggish and sped up in random intervals. It would be easier to keep track of the things Wrecker's asked to destroy than keep an eye on the time. Wrecker barely feels attached to his body at all, mind drifting blankly as he hits things with his fists. At times, his vision is reduced to swirling blurs.

None of that matters, Wrecker just follows his brothers voices, their orders.

Someone saying he did a good job tells Wrecker they're done with the mission. Wrecker doesn't answer, head still swimming from the stims. Even with his thoughts reduced to unorganized fragments, Wrecker knows that he should enjoy the effect of the drug whilst it lasts. The aftermath is never pretty.

Sure enough, moments after a vode announced them being halfway to the Marauder, Wrecker's hit by a violent wave of nausea. He has enough sense left in him in his drugged state to pull his helmet up, a lesson most troopers learn in their cadet years.

Wrecker sways on his feet as he expels the content of his stomach on the floor. He squeezes his eyes shut, heaving for air.

“Oh great, that's started already,” Crosshair comments.

“Shut up, Cross.” Wrecker swings his arm in the general direction he'd place Crosshair's voice coming from without looking up. Locating the origins of a sound with only one functioning ear is near impossible, so Wrecker hits nothing but air.

Whilst the first symptom of the stims wearing off has already reared its ugly head, Wrecker's still semi functional. His vode know he won't be that way for long, so they pick up the pace.

As the drugs effect lessens, it's almost like Wrecker's body wakes up to all the pain that was a distant warning moments ago, all whilst the exhaustion is making collapsing seem more inviting by the second.

Wrecker's forced to stop once more thanks to the persistent urge to throw up, this time only resulting in him spitting a mouthful of vile tasting saliva onto the ground. Other than that minor slip, Wrecker manages to compose himself rather well, legs only giving out halfway up the Marauder's steps.

Wrecker waves off Tech's help, dragging himself up, grasping at the ship's walls. Vision swimming, Wrecker heads straight for the corner near the sleeping rack. He can't lay down, not after using stims. The risk of choking is too high. Wrecker pushes his back into the corner, tucking his legs against his chest.

He starts tugging off pieces of armor as his brothers board the ship, knuckles bloodied and mangled enough to make even the simplest clasp a struggle. It's nothing bacta can't fix, but right now, Wrecker can barely move his fingers.

A huff from Crosshair alerts Wrecker of his presence, making him look up just as his brother shoves a bucket into Wrecker's hands. “Quit fumbling with your armor, it's painful to watch.”

Wrecker wants to give his brother an equally irritating response, but the nausea gets to him first, forcing him to hunch over the bucker Crosshair just brought him. Nothing but bile and watery spit come up this time, burning Wrecker's mouth and throat. A stabbing pain settles its self behind Wrecker's eyes, the lights making his head hurt, so he stays leaned over the container.

Crosshair helps Wrecker with his armor as he refuses to look up. He's sure there's a second pair of hands on him at some point, but Wrecker doesn't feel the need to confirm nor deny that assumption. An bone deep ache has settled in his body along side the spikes of pain he knew where there, but hadn't felt properly until the stim started losing its effect.

Armor fully removed, Wrecker glances over the edge of the bucket. The lights have been dimmed, same as they would if Hunter had one of his headaches or they were bothering Tech. Wrecker lets his brothers manoeuvrer him about as they administer first aid. He hasn't got the energy to force himself to move, but he trusts them. Tech speaks to him, though his voice is distant and unclear. Wrecker thinks he's listing injuries.

He hopes he won't need stitches. Wrecker couldn't handle any needles right now. He's almost glad pain killers can't be mixed with stims, so at least that hypo can be avoided.

His brothers give him a bit of space once they're done. Usually starved for any affection from his vode, stims can make Wrecker jumpy, make everything feel like too much. Wrecker can feel bandages rub against his skin at various places, his knee, around his chest, there's something stuck to his face. His hands are so thickly wrapped, Wrecker has to hug the bucket to keep it close. There's something soft an warm around his shoulders, one of the blankets they'd acquired on a missions. The GAR issued ones are rough to the touch, Tech and Hunter can't even tolerate handling them without their gloves on.

Wrecker inhaling sharply as he's sick again leads to a coughing fit, making every ache in his body and his pounding headache spike in intensity as his body is shook. When Wrecker can finally get a laboured breath into his body, he feels a hand on his arm. He raises his head weakly to catch Tech's goggles glinting in the low light.

“Are you alright?” Tech asks. Wrecker just groans in response. He wants to say yes, especially after all his brother have done to make him comfortable. But it would be a lie, and Wrecker's too tired to try doing so convincingly.

A sympathetic look ghosts over Tech's face before he sits next to Wrecker, close but not touching. The gesture means a lot to Wrecker, though he doesn't know why Tech bothers. Wrecker knows he smells bad at the moment, blood, sweat and vomit hanging in the air around him. Even without Hunter's enhanced sense of smell, being near Wrecker can't be pleasant.

“Thank you,” Wrecker slurs, hoping Tech hears him.

Wrecker can barely pay attention to his surroundings as the stims side effects wrack his body, but he catches bits and pieces of his brothers conversations. He tries to focus when they talk about the next mission, or rather if they'll have down time before they're needed again. It seems none of them know, though Wrecker can't be certain. The stims can make him hear things that aren't there sometimes.

If they're next mission ends up being soon, without any break, Wrecker will be entirely useless. That is of course unless he uses stims. As awful as they make him feel, Wrecker's thankful the GAR supplies them with the drug. Wrecker needs to have his brothers backs no matter what and with stims, not even his injuries can stop him. Thanks to stims, he's avoided being a liability many times.

Wrecker still hopes they'll get a break. The way things are going, he'll burn through their supply of stims fast. And that's the last thing Wrecker wants his vode to have to deal with.

Someone pulls the bucket from Wreckers grip, placing it next to him again moments later, having been washed out. Wrecker curls in on himself, pressing his face against the cold wall, grabbing at the blanket weakly.

No matter what's thrown at them, Wrecker will endure. He's doing it for his brothers after all and he'd go through anything for his brothers.

Calling All Skeletons | Chapter 4: Mantell Mix

Notes: Some more filler and stuff. Next chapter will be episodic and action packed!! In the meantime, Mantell Mix!!!

Word Count: ~1.7k

Banner by: @blackseafoam

With everyone gathered in the cockpit of the Marauder, Hunter started to share everything Cid told him. “The bounty hunter that tried to take Omega is known as Fennec Shand-”

“Fennec Shand? What are you doing with a bounty hunter like her on your tail?” Doc’s eyes were wide as she interjected Hunter.

Everyone stopped and turned to Doc, each with varying expressions full of questions. “What do you know about her?” Hunter furrowed his brows.

Doc sighed heavily, “I don’t, I just know she’s good at what she does.” She rubbed the back of her neck as she looked away, “You’re lucky you don’t have worse coming after you to be honest.”

“And what do ya mean by that?” Wrecker cocked his head to the side.

Tech narrowed his eyes at the medic, “You seem to know about the bounty hunter scene well.”

“I do,” Doc began to fidget with her hands, rubbing and squeezing her fingers and palms, “You can say I’m paranoid when it comes to bounty hunters. You have to be careful with who you can trust.” Her eyes found the group once again. “Continue, Hunter.”

Hunter stared at her for a moment as he continues, “Cid wasn’t able to find out who hired her. Lets just be sure to stay aware of our surroundings at all times.” He goes back to eyeing Doc, “Cid said we needed friends and money. If everything you told us before is true, you seem to be one of those friends we need,” He focused back on the squad as a whole, “Besides that, we might need to take some more jobs from Cid to get some credits”

“Not ideal, but we will suffice if we do not overstay our welcome,” Tech commented as he brings his data pad to his face, hunched over as he taps on the screen to do his own research on Shand.

With a consensus floating around the group, the small meeting in the Marauder was over. The sky was beginning to dim as day turned to night. Doc placed her helmet on as she lowered the hatch to get off, “I’m going to grab some fresh air and food that isn’t rations. If you want to join, feel free.”

At the mention of food, Wrecker’s eyes lit up as a smile came to his face, “I’m in!”

“I want to go too!” Omega stepped beside Doc, looking back at her brothers for reassurance.

Hunter simply gave them both a nod as he took a seat beside Tech.

Doc turned her head towards the two and gave them a hidden smile, “Alright. We won’t be too long.” She stepped off the ship with Omega and Wrecker following her out.

Omega fastened her pace to get ahead of Doc and Wrecker, turning to the medic, “So, where all have you gone? Do you have any other friends?”

“Oh- well, that’s a lot,” Doc laughed gently, “I honestly haven’t been to many planets or systems. As for my friendships, I tend to keep to myself.”

“Oh,” Omega thought for a moment, “I hope we can be your friends!” She smiled brightly up at Doc.

Wrecker added, “Yeah! Ya can’t have no friends forever!” His smile was wide and inviting as he patted Doc’s back.

The medic felt a warm comforting feeling throughout her body, her smile widening from under her helmet, “Yeah, I hope we can be friends too.”

The trio walked through the street, looking at the different stalls and stands with different vendors and items being sold. Many different aromas and lights spilled out into the streets among the buzz and crowd. Soon, they came across a stand selling a variety of snacks and meals.

Doc raised a brow at the menu and noticed the big selling item, “Mantell Mix? What exactly is that-”

“We’ll take three cartons of it!” Wrecker ordered eagerly, excited to try something new. Meanwhile, the medic turned her head to the large clone as she crossed her arms, “I don’t think that’s something we should eat for dinner.”

The vendor handed the Mantell Mix to Wrecker. He gave a carton to Omega and Doc before considering what she had said, “It’s food! Who said we couldn’t have this for dinner?”

Doc handed over the few credits she had to the vendor as she turned back to Omega and Wrecker, “Well, you usually want to have something of nutritional value. This will have to do for tonight.”

“That’s what rations are for,” Wrecker argued with a grin as he shoved some Mantell Mix into his mouth. “Mmm this is delicious!”

Doc rolled her head to over exaggerate her unseen eye roll. She stared at her own carton of Mantell Mix, noticing the different colors and obvious sugar coat. Reluctantly, she lifts her helmet to expose her lips as she pops some into her mouth. The medic could taste the cavities forming on her teeth, but it wasn’t horrible. The tiniest smile came across her lips as she popped some more pieces into her mouth.

“Looks like ya needed this as much as we did,” Wrecker pointed out Doc’s smile as they all munched and walked.

Turning her head to look at Wrecker, helmet still slightly lifted to show her mouth, Doc pushed another bite to her lips, “You don’t know what I need.” She turned her head away from him, “It has been a long time since I had sugar though.”

Omega had already gone through half of her box, “This stuff is amazing! Can we get it again tomorrow?” She spoke with a mouthful.

“Eh, sorry, kid. I’m low on credits. We’ll see,” The medic explained to the young clone. Credits wouldn’t be stopping them from doing this again.

Back on the Marauder, the remaining squad members were stuck on the conversation from before.

“She knows more than what she’s letting on,” Hunter expressed.

“I know we only met her today,” Echo started, “but she wouldn’t work with Shand… Would she?” Echo furrowed his brows in thought.

Tech had already started searching databases, “I’ve only found records from her security status on Naboo. These records say she was on the force for around five years, that time ending not too long ago.” Tech glanced up from his data pad, “Based on this information, she’s strictly been with the Empire since then.”

Hunter and Echo look between each other and then back at Tech.

The information lingered in the air, Echo adding onto it, “Maybe she had a run in with a bounty hunter before while working security?”

“Unlikely, but not impossible,” Tech double-checked his information, “It says she was on the palace guard, however she is also listed as a surgical doctor. She very well could have had an interaction with a bounty hunter defending whoever she was escorting if she’s ever escorted the Queen or Senator.”

Hunter looked to the floor, quiet for a moment. “We’ll take her word… For now,” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

“It’s an S-5 heavy blaster pistol,” Doc showed Omega, “Every palace guard on Naboo had one.”

The trio was sitting just outside the port the Marauder was stationed in. Doc had her pistol out, letting Omega hold it and learn more about the gun. Wrecker had taken Doc’s share of Mantell Mix after she refused to eat the last half of it.

“What was it like to be a palace guard?” Omega asked as she held Doc’s blaster, studying the details on it.

Doc chuckled softly, “I got to travel off world for the first time when I became a palace guard. Senator Amidala let me escort her to a few senate meetings.”

“Wow, ya must’ve been around the Senator all the time,” Wrecker raised his brows and was now very interested in the conversation.

“Well, not actually. I was mainly in the med bay,” Doc glanced at him with only a single brow raised, “What’re you getting at?”

“Oh nothin’! Just… The Senator is pretty-”

“I knew it,” Doc laughed loudly as she threw her head back, “Every time I ask people that about my job, I get the same answer.”

“Well, am I wrong?!” He joined in her laughter.

Omega just looked between the two with a confused face. She handed Doc’s blaster back to her, “Do you miss being a palace guard?”

Doc’s laughter ceased as she holstered her pistol, processing Omega’s question, “You know…” The medic shined a forced smile, “I do and I don’t. The Senator’s death and then everything with the Empire… It’s not the same on Naboo anymore.”

At her words, Wrecker put a hand on her shoulder, “Yeah, Kamino isn’t the same either.” He tried to reassure her with a grin, “But we have each other.”

“…Right,” Her eyes shifted to the ground.

“Hey, as long as you’re with us, you’re a part of this squad,” Omega piped in, scooting closer to Doc with a smile, “We’ve all lost our homes. What makes you different from us?”

Doc glanced at the girl, an innocent and cheerful energy radiating from her. It was enough to make Doc’s lips curve up into a more genuine grin, “Thanks, kid.”

A comm comes in from Hunter, “You guys coming back any time soon?”

“Uhhh we’ll head that way now,” Wrecker responded back as he stood. He lifted Omega up onto his shoulder and offered a hand to Doc.

The medic gazed up at the two, giving them a wide smile as she placed her helmet onto her head. She took Wrecker’s hand, instantly getting pulled to her feet like she was a sack of vegetables.

The walk to the Marauder was quiet, only wisps of wind and distant noise in the streets chattering. Doc turned to Wrecker and Omega before fully approaching the Marauder, “Thank you. I needed a night like tonight.” She lifted her helmet off of her head and brushed some pieces of hair from her face, “It meant a lot to not to be alone.”

Wrecker felt the same warmth from earlier that day return to his chest. “Oh, ya don’t have to thank us for that. We all needed a good time!”

“Yeah, and I got to learn more about you and your blaster,” Omega grinned ear to ear with determination, glad to have another person around.

“Well,” Doc started, unsure of what to say, “…Thank you anyways.”

Wrecker and Omega each gave her a nod before they all loaded into the Marauder.

Notes: Yay Mantell Mix originssss! Besides that, next chapter is gonna be based around episode 1.6! Hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you for the next chapter! <3

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Echo Relationship Headcanons

notes: can you tell i love echo? i love echo. there's a poll at the bottom of the post where you can vote which character i'll do this for next. link to the original ask meme. want to see more works from me? i have my commission info on my blog now! do you love these clones? join my clone discord! I would appreciate some reblogs and comments, it motivates me to keep writing.

contains: echo x gn!reader, fluff, can be romantic or queerplatonic if you want, kissing, cuddles etc.

warnings: none

❤️ — How does he react to being told "I love you"?

Echo is definitely shocked, even if it happens after you got together or after it's very abundantly clear than you like him. He never thought anyone but his brothers would ever say that to him. He's so used to being just a number to the nat-borns; so used to being treated like property or like a droid. He doesn't know how to react at first. Echo.exe is not responding.

He eventually closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours, gently taking your hand into his and whispering a barely audible "I love you too". His voice even cracks a little. If you insist you love him more, he lets out a chuckle and you can see a happy smile on his face that he doesn't show to just anyone. Remember Ben Solo's expression after Rey kissed him? That kind of smile. Echo then pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping both his arms around your shoulders and resting his head on top of yours; thinking how lucky he is to be loved by someone like you.

🧡 — Is there anything he's most excited about when it comes to spending his future with you? What is it?

Echo chose to keep fighting against the Empire and for the freedom of the clones. Whether you choose to join him or not; doing that comes with travelling the galaxy and going to all sorts of different planets. Echo wants to spend his downtime between missions exploring them with you; making memories and finding beautiful places he'll never forget. Even if you don't join him in the Clone Rebellion, he makes notes of all the places he eventually wants to take you to and make some happy memories with you that will get him through any fight that's yet to come.

💛 — What's his go-to way of brightening up your day?

This depends on if you're genuinely upset about something / feel bad or if he just wants to make you a little happier than you already are.

If it's the first one, Echo has learned to cook for himself after leaving the batch, so he might make you a nice warm soup and hold you in his embrace for however long you need it. He'll also take a relaxing bath with you if that's something you're up for, holding you in his arms. If you accidentally fall asleep on him, he either doesn't dare to move or attempts to put you to bed without you waking up. Regardless, if you're having a bad day, Echo will provide everything you need to feel better. He insists you don't have to worry about anything, he'll take care of it just as you have taken care of him so many times.

If he just wants to make you happy, he has a tendency to take you on a nice evening walk. It has become a tradition at this point, especially when he's returned from a mission you weren't on with him. The two of you would talk about anything and Echo would eventually watch the sunset with you, enjoying the fresh evening breeze and telling you that he loves you.

💚 — Does he get jealous sometimes? How does it show?

It's less jealousy and more insecurity really. He trusts you enough that he knows if you tell him you love him, you mean it. But before he knows how you feel about him? He's not sure whether you would want someone like him. A clone who's, percentage-wise, more machine than man, as Tech put it. Echo is simultaneously a pretty confident person but also has an incredibly skewered relationship with his appearance after Skako Minor (because we have to remember in S1E1 it's only been like 6 months since he was rescued, that's incredibly recent). So most of the time he's fine but if he sees you getting closer to someone else and he's alone with his thoughts, he spirals a bit. He'd never act on these feelings but you can still tell. That mood blows over pretty easily though if you reassure him that he has nothing to worry about. Echo loves you because you're kind and honest. He has no reason not to believe you.

🩵 — What can you do to help him unwind after a long day?

Honestly just cuddling with him is enough. Sometimes when Echo had a particularly taxing mission, you just laying down on his chest and him getting to hold you already makes him feel more at peace. You can practically feel his breathing becoming calmer and his muscles relaxing. If you want to do more, Echo also loves a nice back massage. He has muscle tension. Really all of Clone Force 99 does (except Tech who does actual exercise to avoid that).

💙 — How long does it take for him to trust you? How do you notice that he does?

Echo's trust is earned but that depends entirely on your actions. If you show him that you have his back no matter what, he can trust you within a week. Echo is pretty good at assessing whether he can trust someone once he spends some time with them. So in a way he trusts easily but not without reason.

You can tell Echo trusts you because he is fine with you taking responsibility for vital parts of a mission and actively wants to hear about your thoughts when it comes to the plans you discuss. You could have significantly less battle experience and skill than him; if you're part of Echo's team, you're part of Echo's team. That means you get equal say on every matter, at least if he has anything to say about it.

💜 — What's an experience he daydreams about and eventually want to have with you?

Honestly Echo just wants to see a day where all his brothers can lay down their weapons and spend their remaining days healing and finding peace. And he wants you to be by his side when that happens; to be able to celebrate that moment with you and everyone else.

Also: slow-dancing with you. He's seen people do that but he's never actually tried anything like it. He's a clone, if he's ever been invited to any festivities it was to guard them. He's not sure if he'd actually like it, but he does daydream about dancing under a bunch of pretty lights with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours while you sway to the sound of the music, quietly talking about whatever comes to mind.

🩷 — How does he tend to show physical affection?

Echo is a hugger, full-stop. Also, leaning his forehead against yours. That's a big one for him.

🤍 — How does he confess that he loves you?

If Echo realizes his feelings about you have changed and he wants something committed with you, he takes some time to really come to terms with his feelings and understand where he wants to go with you from here on out, simply enjoying getting closer to you. Echo's a little nervous about the possibility of being rejected but he doesn't fear it. He knows if there was something to fear, he wouldn't have gotten this attached to you in the first place. If Echo loves you, you're someone who would let him down gently and be kind and respectful to him no matter what.

When it actually comes down to explaining how he feels about you, Echo waits until you two are alone and have some time, preferably during an evening walk. He tells you he needs to talk to you about something and then lets you know how much you mean to him and that he loves you. He's calm, stumbles over his words once or twice but overall it really feels like a conversation you have with someone you deeply trust. If you want a considerate confession by someone who knows what he's doing and gets straight to the point while also making it really, really sweet — Echo's your guy.

🩶 — How does he comfort you when you're sad?

I already kinda answered this with the third question but basically the same way you would pamper a sick loved one. Soup, hot bath, wrapping you in a blanket and letting you rest while he takes care of whatever you don't currently feel up for doing. He's the mum friend of the group for a reason.

🖤 — What's his biggest flaw in a relationship?

Honestly Echo works great with someone who communicates as well as he does and can always come back around to having an open and honest conversation about anything but he's completely lost if his partner has an emotional outburst or is upset / anxious about something and doesn't dare tell him what it is. If you cannot open up to him when he can clearly tell something is wrong, there's a good chance he will accidentally make it worse.

💝 — How do his friends / family notice he loves you?

His brothers notice by seeing how talkative he gets around you. Echo is usually a man of few words. He says what he feels needs to be said. So when the rest of the batch see him have like, 30+ minute conversations with you about the planet you're on or his memories with the 501st etc. they know he's attached. They will tease him about it.

💘 — What makes his heart beat faster?

Compliments and Words of Affirmation. Just genuinely making him see how much you value him with your words. Making him feel unique and special to you. You could make it cheesy as hell, he'd adore it.

💖 — What does he think is most beautiful about you?

Echo loves your smile. Especially when he sees you interact with the clones you help and spread some hope and kindness. He'll smile at you from the side and Rex gently nudges him with a slightly teasing smirk on his face.

💗 — How much does he express his love for you verbally? What does he say?

Echo says everything that needs to be said for you to feel loved and content with his affection but it isn't excessive. He assures you that he loves you multiple times throughout the day and everything else is placed where it fits. Echo doesn't go out of his way to compliment you and pour his heart out to you just because but he always finds the right words when you need him to.

He'll tell you you're beautiful if you feel insecure about your appearance or you bought some new clothes you really like. He'll tell you that you did your best and that he's proud of you when you're unsure whether what you did during a mission was enough. He'll tell you about how much he missed you when you were apart. What verbal affections you get from him depends on the situation, really.

💓 — How does he deal with being away from you for a while? What does he do when he misses you?

Echo misses you, of course. He's confident that what you have can stand the distance, but he still misses you. Not in a way that makes him sad, but his thoughts keep coming back to imagining reuniting with you and he keeps finding things everywhere that remind him of you. He'll bring you a gift or souvenir for sure.

I also said this on my Love Languages post but if the mission allows it, Echo will sometimes keep his communication device turned on at night when you go to sleep and stay in the call so that you both can feel closer to each other.

💞 — What are his hugs and cuddles like?

Echo has mastered any form of hugging. He can hug you from behind, he can hold you while laying down, he can have you lay on top of him... it always feels like being home and like the safest place in the galaxy is Echo's embrace. Echo is almost always the big spoon when cuddling with you. Except when he's doing really bad. After a full-blown, very vivid PTSD nightmare you're gonna be the one holding him.

💕 — Does he have a nickname / pet name for you? What does he like to be called?

Echo calls you by your name. He was born in a lab surrounded by clones who all got addressed by their CT-number until they were eventually given a name. Names have more meaning to him than to the average person because they're not something he sees as self-evident. Many people still see him as a number. He likes your name, he's using it.

He absolutely adores when you call him a pet name though. His favorite is cyare. He eventually gets used to it but it gets him so flustered the first few times you use it.

❣️ — What traits does he love most in a partner?

Kindness, honesty and compassion are basically a prerequisite for being with Echo. He doesn't compromise on those; Echo wouldn't start any committed relationship with someone who's not genuinely good at heart and cares about the people around them. You don't need to be the nicest person in the galaxy, he isn't either. He can get frustrated and a little grumpy at times but at the end of the day Echo has a heart of gold. He wants someone who'll treat him and other people with kindness and respect and who's able to openly and honestly talk to him.

Some other traits I could see Echo really being into are emotional intelligence, a strong sense of justice, a strong moral compass, introspection and a good general awareness and understanding of what is going on in the world around you. If he can tell you clearly spend time thinking about the state of the galaxy and the feelings of the people around you, that's something he takes note of. I could also see him matching very well with someone who has a calm and rational approach to solving problems.

I feel like Echo also really appreciates some passion, dedication and idealism; someone who looks up at the stars and whose eyes light up when talking about their dreams, with an unwavering resilience and faith that they can make them happen. For what Echo is doing; fighting for his brothers against all odds, he can really use some of that hope and he will give you some of his in return.

❤️‍🩹 — How can you cheer him up when he's not feeling well?

Hold him and read him the reg manuals. I'm serious. You know how people can find comfort in holding a stuffed animal they had since childhood even when they've long outgrown them? That's what reading the reg manuals is like to Echo. He definitely felt like you were gonna judge him for that one and he isn't mad if you do. He gets it. But it does come with a certain nostalgia that brings him comfort... even if they're objectively full of propaganda bullshit like "good soldiers follow orders". Maybe skip that part and focus on the chapters that explain the equipment and how to make a mission protocol instead. It reminds him of the nights he used to spend with Domino Squad in the barracks, reading silently and listening in on the conversations of his brothers. He misses them dearly. Revisiting something that he associates with the time spent with them helps.

💔 — What would break his heart?

I think Echo moves on from breakups fairly well. If you separate on good terms, he finds peace in the idea that you will be happier eventually and if you separate on bad terms, he knows that despite how much it hurts, neither of you would have been happy in that relationship in the long run and that it wasn't what it used to be in the beginning.

No, what would really break Echo's heart is you dying or turning on everything he stands for. Joining the Empire, killing innocents, embracing the dark side etc. That would scar him for a long, long time.

💋 — What kind of kisses does he like to receive?

Echo is a sucker for forehead kisses. He loves when you gently press your lips to his forehead or temple. He'll feel very loved and appreciated when you do that. Also I went into detail about this in this post a little more but I think he loves soft kisses to his shoulders.

❤️‍🔥 — Is he clingy? How does he act when he is?

Echo loves physical affection but he isn't a particularly clingy person. He could live without it if need be. If Echo actually clings, he's either sleep-deprived or having a mental breakdown. Sleep-deprived Echo will nuzzle your neck, mumble something incomprehensible and hug you tightly. He's not getting up anytime soon and you're not either.

Echo during a mental health emergency clings to you like you're the only thing that's holding him in this reality and if he lets go he's magically teleported back to Skako Minor. Please hold him close and assure him you'll stay by his side however long he needs you to, it'll help.

😘 — How does he kiss?

Echo's kisses are so sweet. He's so gentle with you. I think he prefers the quick pecks to your skin over drawn-out and deep kisses. It's like telling you he loves you but without having to speak.

🤕 — How does he act when you're injured?

Echo supports you however he can but he doesn't baby you. He asks you what you need and does what you ask of him; whether that's bringing you stuff, tending to your wounds, helping you get up etc. He doesn't push his help on you, if you don't want it, then that's that. Unless you're genuinely overexerting yourself, then he makes you sit down and tries to get you to listen to reason. He will however keep you company until you feel better, so long as you don't express a desire to be alone.

😳 — How can you make him flustered?

Unexpected flattery. One time you sat down around a table on Pabu with the rest of the batch and Lyana told Omega about a story she read. Omega asked her what exactly a hero is. Lyana explained that it's a person of distinguished courage or ability, admired for their brave deeds and giving their all to fight for what's right. And you added "yeah, like Echo!" so loud that the whole table heard it and the poor guy almost choked on his drink. The rest of the batch were having the time of their lives.

🗣️ — What compliment would mean a lot to him? How would he react?

I think this goes for any of the clones but anything that makes him feel special to you. He was made to die as a face in a crowd; forgotten by the rest of the world. To the Kaminoans and large parts of the Republic, the clones were sacrifices for war; nothing but numbers and copies of one another. But to you he's so much more. Irreplaceable. Unique. And he has to admit he didn't know how much he craved feeling like that until you made it happen.

Also compliment his appearance. I like to think Echo already knows he's handsome and gets hit on pretty much as soon as he sets a foot into 79s but I think after everything that happened to him on Skako Minor, his mind switches back and forth between feeling insecure about his appearance and feeling confident. To hear you call him beautiful really tips the scale towards him being at peace with it. The words leave your lips and you can already see a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Also I think complimenting his bravery and the dedication he has to helping others means a lot to him as well. He went from rigidly following orders to making big decisions for himself and the fate of the Clone Rebellion and sometimes he feels a little lost; like he's falling without a safety net. The path he chose is so different from the rest of the batch, it means a lot to him that you think he's made the right call.

💤 — How do you sleep together (like, actual sleep)?

Echo tends to have his arms wrapped around you and holds you with your face buried in his neck. He rests his chin on top of your head and gently runs his fingertips up and down your back until you've fallen asleep. Sometimes you will rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, the sound comforting you and making you feel safe.

Echo feels a little bad about all the times he accidentally woke you up by jolting awake from a nightmare he had. He even made it very clear that he wouldn't be mad if you wanted to sleep in a different room than him; he understands wanting to have a peaceful sleep. But you want to be there for him; hold him tightly until his breathing calms down after the nightmare. You'd softly whisper to him that you're with him and he's safe and that you won't let anything hurt him. There's a good chance Echo can handle himself better than you could protect him, but he still appreciates the sentiment. He knows you mean it.

😈 — Does he tease you sometimes? If so, how?

Echo isn't much of a tease. He got nicknamed killjoy by Cid for a reason. But if he's cuddling you and feels a little playful, he might press some soft kisses to parts of your skin where you are ticklish. He likes to hear you laugh. He'll let out a chuckle when you gently swat him away, going back to resting his head on yours.

Also he has definitely put his cold metal scomp onto your exposed waist before to get you to shriek.

💥 — How does he react when someone else upsets you or is mean to you?

Well, Echo will definitely comfort you until you're no longer upset. How he acts towards the person who hurt your feelings depends on how much you want him to step in. Could be anything from a fist fight like in Episode 1 on Kamino to just keeping his distance and letting you handle the conflict yourself. Echo is always ready to fight for you but only if you're okay with that. He doesn't intrude where his input isn't wanted.

👀 — Does he stare at you sometimes when you're not looking? Why?

Echo is a very observant person. If he's taken an interest in you, he sometimes looks at you from across the room as you do your own thing, seeing how you will react to things and what little habits you display. Seeing you being kind to others is always something that makes him smile. His eyes definitely lingered on you for a little longer quite a few times when you helped others, being lost in thought about your kindness. Rex had to tap his shoulder so Echo even noticed he was being spoken to.

🌺 — Would he like to receive flowers? What flowers would be best for him?

Echo would love flowers, please give him flowers. He has no idea how to react but it makes him feel so special.

I'm not too familiar with flowers in the Star Wars universe, but if we're talking Earth flowers: Burgundy Roses. They symbolize love, longing, passion and unconscious beauty. You'd basically be telling him he doesn't even know how beautiful he is.

😰 — What's a fear he has when he gets attached to you?

Losing you. It's something that makes him wonder whether getting this close to you is even a good idea at first, until he thinks about it a little more and realizes you'd both have a lot more regret if you never got to be happy together. But losing you or seeing you lose him is something that happens in his nightmares sometimes. He tries to push that fear out of his mind as best as he can.

🌷 — How does he enjoy spending time with you? What activities do you do regularly?

As I said, probably sightseeing on the planets you visit to help other clones; getting souvenirs and gifts for the rest of the batch. You repeatedly have to tell Echo to stop inspecting the local food like it's a projectile or something before putting it in his mouth because people are staring already.

He also likes to take some nice walks through nature with you. On rainy evenings you snuggle up to Echo in a spaceship seat that's big enough for both of you and the two of you pick something to read together. If you have the time, Echo also likes to cook with you rather than buying food. At least if he prepares it himself, he can trust it.

🎁 — What kind of gifts would he give?

Well with Echo it's either something really thoughtful or a deadly weapon. Depends on the day really. For big occasions like an anniversary it's both sometimes. You unwrap a present that's just like,,, a beautiful necklace with a symbol that means something to you in a color that Echo said reminds him of your eyes and then he's like "open the second one" and it's just this massive badly wrapped "surprise" that's clearly a missile launcher. He loves you and he wants you to be able to protect yourself. Still, the duality is jarring.

😂 — Does he joke around with you? What do you laugh about?

It's Echo. He makes a joke like once a month and it's something like "Is there an echo in here?" "I'm Echo" when you least expect it. It cracks you up every time. He does chuckle and laugh about shenanigans you participate in though.

✨ — What's a quirk of his that takes some getting used to?

Sometimes when you compliment him or say anything to him that he doesn't know how to respond to he still just kind of... repeats it. It takes some getting used to but you've always found it endearing. It's just one of the many things that make Echo himself. And you love everything about him.

😒 — Does he hold grudges? How easily does he forgive after a fight?

Echo can hold grudges for a lifetime if there is no closure but if you talk things out with him he almost always lets it be water under the bridge. Unless you did something he considers deeply morally wrong, Echo forgives easily but not without a genuine apology and an attempt to do better. He's pretty reasonable about it.

🗯️ — How open is he with you? How good is he at communicating?

Echo is good at communicating as long as you're willing to do that. If he's so close to you that he considers a committed relationship with you, he sees no reason not to be open with you. Echo's the type of person you can talk to about anything. He's compassionate and sweet; there's no need to fear being ridiculed or judged by him for your feelings. If there's anyone you can 100% trust with your heart it's Echo. He's not always the most talkative person, but he has a lot of emotional intelligence and he navigates calm and honest conversations effortlessly, especially if you take the time to sit down with him in a safe space and focus on working through whatever is troubling you.

🤐 — What's something he struggles to talk to you about?

Echo struggles to talk about his feelings, his PTSD and his time on Skako Minor; but this is just something he struggles to talk about with anyone. It's not specific to you. However, once you've witnessed his strong exterior crack and are there for him to talk about his feelings with him, he trusts you enough to open up to you about it. It gets easier to talk about it with you as time goes on and your bond grows.

🎶 — What song describes a relationship with him?

The song I picked for a relationship with Echo is "We're not gonna fall" by Daughtry (just my favorite band ever). The lyrics for me represent the bond of two people who fight by each other's side, for one another and for a brighter future; which is fitting for Echo's journey as well as his commitment he would have to a partner.

❝ just when these four walls try to cave in and the ground underneath starts shaking it's the hope in your eyes that I cling to and I hope to god it never leaves you. after all this time we're not gonna fall now. [...] even if they come for us; everything can turn to dust, you and I are never going down. ❞

🧠 — How often does he think about you?

Echo has a busy life and he's always rushing from one task to the next. He thinks about you when something reminds him of you, which happens pretty frequently. Even on missions where you're not with him he sometimes assesses the situation and imagines what you would say or do if you were beside him right now. When he's alone, thoughts of his time on Skako Minor tend to come up, so he tries to distract himself by thinking about you. He always falls asleep thinking about you.

🛡️ — How protective is he of you?

This is Echo we're talking about. The guy who knew Omega for a day and a half and went "Harm her and you're a dead man". He's very protective. He would defend you with his life and he wouldn't hesitate to fight for you when you need it.

🗡️ — How does he feel about you fighting beside him / for him?

Echo may be very protective, but he's not the kind of protective that would cause him to try and keep you out of a fight. If you want to come along and join his cause, that's your decision and he will respect that. Besides, when you're apart you just worry about each other's safety. It's a dangerous galaxy with the empire on the rise and at least if you fight together, you can protect each other and have each other's back.

⭐ — How would he try to impress you?

Well, sometimes he's just going to show off that ARC Trooper training. He's cool as hell and he knows it. He tries to impress you by standing up for what he believes in and putting up a good fight on missions.

Additionally, Echo's not very used to wearing something that isn't armor or some type of practical gear provided to him by the Kaminoans but once he takes a liking to you he keeps looking at clothes he sees and briefly thinking "Okay would they like this?" He doesn't really know what he's doing but he decides to try something new once in a while and it always ends up looking very good on him. Nothing extravagant or excessive, but you're the catalyst for Echo finally getting into casual clothes. He gives you a brief and friendly "Thank you" when you compliment him on his look but he's secretly feeling a little giddy inside.

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Heyyaaa! My name is Axel, but you can call me Axe. My pronouns are Xe/Xem, and welcome to my blog! I’m a fanfic writer, and this is my masterlist and introduction so you can know a bit more about me.

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I will not write any requests that make me uncomfortable, or if it’s confusing to me.

Other than those things, feel free to request whenever you want. I look forward to hearing your requests!

-Axel

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Heey! Wandering Anon here. I saw your TF2 bird wing posts and I loved them, and I saw you also write for The Bad Batch, and I was wondering if you could do the same thing with them?? If you can’t do all of them then could you please do Wrecker or Tech? Thank uuuu

💞

Ohmygosh, my first Bad Batch request! I'm gonna do Tech because I miss him dearly, and his death hit me hard

Tech with a winged s/o

Oh, my sweet nerd boy

He was really confused when he first saw your wings, the feathers gleaming in the sun

He wants to know more about them so badly, but he won't probe if you aren't comfortable with talking about them

Almost never touches them. He'd rather study them from afar rather than intruding on your space

On the rare occasion where he does touch them, he's extremely gentle, and he doesn't touch them for long (don' take it the wrong way, he's just trying to be respectful)

He'd rather just look at them, admiring the colours and patterns is you have any

I also think he’d really like to have them wrapped around him when he’s working on something. It’s a comforting feeling for him

Could you please do Wrecker x winged reader. He would be so careful because he would hear from Tech that bird bones hollow and he’d be scared of hurting reader.

ofc, anything for that big sweetheart 💜

Wrecker with a winged s/o

Lord have mercy, this man is going to be the death of me

He loves your wings, always touching them and caressing the feathers

He was talking to Tech about them one day when Tech piped up, stating how he wondered if your wing bones were hollow like normal birds

Wrecker had asked what he meant, and Tech told him that birds normally have hollow bones to reduce weight to help them fly

It’s safe to say that after that, Wrecker was a whole lot more gentle when touching your wings. The times when he touched them became fewer, and it made you worried that you might have done something to make him less affectionate than he usually was

You confronted him about it, and he admitted to not being as touchy as usual. He explains what Tech said and how he was worried that he might hurt you accidentally.

You assure him that bird bones are actually quite strong despite being hollow, and he sighs in relief

After that he back to his usual self, although he doesn’t lean on your wings quite so heavily anymore, but as it gave you cramps from holding them still for so long for fear of disturbing him, it’s a welcome change

Couldn't have said it better myself

Quote of the day:

“Of course I’m a civilian medic assigned to clone force 99, what else would I be?”

It's official, whenever I do something NSFW I'm using one of these

writers: new proposal

Stop putting “minors DNI” in your fic summaries and start attaching this

Thanks again @clone-captain-spark

Omg omg. Your awesome. Can I make a request? Can I request either hunter or echo with a winged S/O? I absolutely fell in love with what you wrote for tech. (Bonus points if you could also write hunter/echo when S/O asks their help in cleaning their wings/straightening some feathers)

Aww, thank you darling! I’m gonna do Echo cause he’s my second favourite after Tech, and I’m gonna make a Drabble since I’ve been writing a lot of head canons

Ruffled Feathers

Echo x GN! Reader

Type: Drabble

Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff. This can be seen as platonic or romantic

Enjoy

"Echo, could you come here for a minute?" You called from your bunk, looking down to the cockpit to where Echo sat.

“Coming.” He replied, standing up from his seat and walking over, a soft smile on his face. You smiled back as he approached, shifting your wings so that the tops were visible. His eyebrow rose questioningly, and you moved your wings again. Some of the feathers were rumpled and out of place, and they were in spots where it was hard to reach without twisting the wings in painful ways.

“Could you please help me with the feathers? They’re pretty uncomfortable and I can’t reach them.” You explained. He smiled softly, coming over to sit behind you. "Of course, meshla." He said, reaching out with his hand to carefully smooth out the feathers and put them back into their usual positions. You sighed softly, patiently waiting as he fixed your feathers. It was quiet moments like these between you that brought you closer together. He worked carefully for a while, his hand carefully smoothing out the feathers. “Echo?”

“Mm?”

“Thanks for doing this.”

He smiled softly. “It’s okay, meshla.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Woow, I finally got this done. To the poor soul who requested it, I am so sorry that this took so long to get done. I hope you enjoy it.

-Axel

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SIXTY FOLLOWERS!!!! I cannot express how much this means to me, thank you all!!

Bit different from my version of Tech, but hot as hell. 🥵

Resourceful

Tech x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: sexual tension, explicit sexual content, cock rings, light dom/sub like very lightly implied, anal fingering, anal sex, inappropriate use of a mechanic creeper, multiple orgasms, anal creampie

Inspired by and Written for @clownbloody based on this very spicy masterpiece and outcry for more male reader fics told you I would ;)

“I am not sure that your idea is a good one,” Tech noted, still not looking up at you. 

You’d been trying to distract him from the repairs he’d been working on for the last hour, having to repair a part to go back into the malfunctioning console. 

“Why not?” you asked, pushing yourself up to sit on his workbench. “The rest of the squad is going to be out for at least an hour, right?”

“Yes, they will be. However-”

You took his chin in your hand. “And it’s been a while since we had some time alone.”

“It has been two weeks-”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you moved your face closer to his, stopping mere millimeters from his.

He sighed, his breath tickling your lips. “I… Well, I do not want to neglect you. I want you to have my full attention any time we are… intimate.”

You chuckled a little, releasing your hold on his chin. “That’s sweet, but the repair needs to be done before we can get back into hyperspace.”

“That is accurate,” he agreed, his attention turning back to his work. 

“Don’t you think this could be a good way to multitask? You’re always talking about how you want to be more productive.”

His hands froze. You smirked at the small victory. 

“And you can have two things you love at the same time.”

He glanced up for only a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. “Those being…”

“Having the repairs finished and having your ass railed by your very sexy and very needy boyfriend.”

His breath caught in a tiny gasp as his grip on his spanner nearly faltered. 

“I mean really, you could think of it as an experiment.”

He set the tools down, finally returning his attention to you.

“What is it that you would be testing?”

“Oh, that would be you, darling,” you laughed, sliding off the table to stand behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders before slowly pushing them down his chest, the shudder he fought encouraging you. Your hands slipped past his stomach to his thighs and his breath hitched. “I think it could be quite interesting to see just how long I need to fuck you to make that brilliant mind of yours go completely cock dumb.”

His head fell back against your chest as he sighed. Your fingers ghosted over his groin, pulling a whimper so soft that you felt like you might melt then and there. 

“So what do you think, my love?” you cooed in his ear. “Think I can shut down all that clever thinking?”

He took a moment to respond, obviously enjoying the way your hands roved over his body. “Y-yes, I believe such a… compelling theory should prove interesting to test.”

You padded off to your footlocker to grab a few tools you would need, allowing him the space and minimal distraction to finish repairing the part before he returned to the console.

He set the part on the ground and started to lower himself onto his rolling cart. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you teased, chuckling at the confused look you received. “I can’t very well fuck you with your blacks on, can I?”

His cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he pushed the bottom half of his underarmor down. 

You hummed, taking in the delicious sight of his bare legs. As he stood back up, you noticed the small discolored spots around his hip bones and the insides of his thighs. You dick twitched in your pants as you realized that those were left from your last adventure. 

He watched the way you licked your lips, swallowing hard as his length continued to harden with just the thought of what you were planning. 

“Go ahead and lay down, love,” you smirked, pushing your own pants down, as he laid on the cart, pulling himself under the console to begin installing the repaired part. 

You took out the items you’d retrieved before, two cock rings and a bottle of lube. You first put one cock ring on yourself, suppressing a moan as you situated it around you. 

You knelt down in front of Tech, grabbing his legs by the ankles. You heard his breath hitch as you lifted them up and apart so his ass would be on full display for you, humming satisfactorily. 

Releasing his ankles, you slapped his bare thigh, pulling a small whimper from him. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can smack you around as much as you want later,” you breathed as your fingers trailed over to ghost across his balls. 

“Please, cyare,” he whispered. “Teasing was not in the itinerary.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, wrapping your hand around his now fully hard cock. You pulled the cock ring onto him, his whimpers and moans sounding like a symphony in your ears. “Ready, love?”

He eagerly nodded, despite not looking away from his work. 

You lubed up two of your fingers and swirled it around his ass, pushing in suddenly. 

He gasped and let out a low moan as you started to work your fingers in and out of him. Once you were sure he was ready for your length, you applied more lube to your own cock. 

Kneeling in front of him, you lined yourself up and shifted your hips forward to slide into his waiting ass. 

You both moaned as he took you all the way to the base and you heard the sharp sound of metal meeting metal as a tool hit the floor. 

You wrapped your hand around his cock, lazily pumping at it, watching his face flush even darker. 

“Cyare,” he moaned. 

You smiled. “Yes, dear?”

“Please move.”

You tried to shift your hips but found the movement awkward. He was too close to the ground. 

You looked up at his face, amused at how he was clearly trying to concentrate on the repair. 

A grin split across your face as an idea entered your lust-riddled brain. 

You released your hold on his dick to grab his hips. Shifting your hips backward to slide out of him, you got comfortable. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, glancing down at you for just a moment. 

“You tell me,” you hummed.

You yanked him by his hips, rolling the cart towards you to impale him on your cock. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, nearly losing hold of the wire he’d been reconnecting. 

You pushed him away again, before quickly pulling him back, your eyebrow quirked up, watching to see any objections. 

Not seeing any signs of dissent you quickened the pace, pushing and pulling the cart, slamming his ass against your thighs. 

He kept his attempt to work at a relatively steady pace. That is, until you shifted your hips just a bit and suddenly the tip of your cock was pressing against that soft spot. 

He cried out your name, his hands dropping to grip the underside of the console. A couple more thrusts and he was moaning between the heavy panting dripping from his lips. You saw the drops of precum beading at the head of his member and picked up the pace, wrapping your hand around him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, cyare- oh, fuck I’m going to-”

He fell apart with a shout, his hands flying to the cart. You fucked him through it, his cum spilling out over his stomach.  

Despite the delay the cock ring was providing, you knew the way his orgasm made his already tight hole squeeze around you would make you cum fast but at this point you didn’t care. 

His moans and cries were still ringing in your ears as you slowed your pace, pulling the cart out more. 

You repositioned, never fully pulling out of his ass, and pushed his legs up towards his chest. Then, you started anew. 

You pistoned your hips into him, sheathing and unsheathing yourself in his heat. His moans were nearly constant now and you felt his muscles contract beneath you. 

Tech attempted to form words, but they all came out as moans, but you soon realized what he had been trying to say; he was cumming again, the tip of his cock leaking cum. 

The gasping breaths he took between moans sent you over the edge and you plowed into him, working yourself through your own climax.

When the room stopped spinning, you pulled your cock slowly out of him, admiring the way your cum leaked down his ass. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before smiling down at him. “How’d the repair go?”

“Actually,” he managed between pants. “I finished it… just before I came. The- the first time, that is. I must say… that was- it was quite resourceful.”

You shook your head, laughing in disbelief. “Come on, genius,” you smiled, holding your hand out to pull him up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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Hot. Damn.

Target Practice

Crosshair x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Snark, snarky flirting, hair pulling, Crosshair is a BOTTOM, reader is a top, manhandling, scratching, anal sex, fucking at the blaster range, rough sex, distracted fucking, prostate massage, creampie, Crosshair is a brat

Inspired by and written for @clownbloody! Thank you as always for the amazing inspiration!

You weren’t going to lie, you had been getting a little bored. Yes, there is something undeniably sexy about a man who’s good at his job, but you could only watch him pick off automated droid targets one by one for so long. You inched closer to him, your arm brushing against his.

“You’re making it difficult to concentrate,” Crosshair growled, not looking up from his scope. 

“Hey, you invited me, Hotshot,” you smirked. “Insisted on it, really.”

You saw his brow furrow as he sent three shots off in quick succession. “Fuck you.”

“I know you want me to, darling, but you said you were coming out here to practice.”

Crosshair didn’t reply, only shifting his toothpick between his lips.

Maker, the things you’ve seen him do with those lips.

“Besides, I thought you were an expert sniper,” you teased, ghosting your fingers across the back of his neck. You saw him fight a shudder. “Who’d have guessed you’re so easily distracted?”

He sent off a couple more shots, the blaster bolts finding their targets easily. “Maybe you’re just an expert pain in the ass.”

You laughed. “Oh, Crossy,” you grinned, leaning down so your lips were barely brushing against his ear. “We both know ‘pain’ isn’t the right word for what I do to your ass.”

Crosshair hissed as he fired, the shot still hitting the droid, but off to the side instead of his typical center mass. “Told you not to call me that.”

“I know,” you smiled, flicking your tongue out against his helix piercing. “But you know how much I enjoy pissing you off.”

“You don’t have to stay if you’re bored,” he grumbled as you shifted your position to lay next to him.

You were now in a very similar position, both prone, but where he faced the targets on the range, you faced your target: him.

He reached over to press a button, resetting the range while he grumbled about making Tech and Echo give him a real challenge.

“I can think of a way to make this more interesting for both of us,” you mused.

That earned a moment’s glance before he began firing again. “What?”

Got you now, you thought. “Pause the simulation for me, Hotshot?” you requested.

You heard him scoff, but he reached for the control pad, pressing another button on it.

You stood up, moving behind him. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, attempting to watch you over his shoulder.

“Stay in your position,” you instructed. “Just let me readjust it for you.”

He did as he was told, only flinching a tiny bit in surprise as you worked your fingers between the top and bottom half of his black underarmor. You might have imagined it, but you thought you heard a soft sigh from the sniper as your hands made contact with his hips.

He started to turn his head back to look at you. “Eyes front, soldier,” you scolded, reaching up to grab at his short curls, forcing his head back forwards.

You heard a muttering of annoyance, but the way the tips of his ears tinged pink betrayed him.

You grabbed his hips, fingers pressing in almost hard enough to bruise. You drew in a deep breath as you pulled his hips up suddenly.

He gasped, catching himself on his knees as his grip tightened on his rifle.

“You okay, Crossy?” you murmured, your hands roving over his newly presented ass and thighs.

“Fine,” he growled through gritted teeth, but his face was redder than the trim of his armor.

“And you’re…okay with this?” you prodded, slipping your hands under his shirt to run up and down his back.

“Go fuck yourself,” he grunted. 

“But I thought that’s what I had you for,” you teased, curling your fingers to claw long stripes down his back. A moan caught in his throat.

He could never make it easy for you, you knew. Could he let you know how much he enjoyed your attention? No, that would be too close to admitting the feelings he definitely did not have for you. And you certainly didn’t already know about those feelings.

“What I think you need is a proper challenge,” you said as you slowly eased his pants down, revealing his bare ass to you. “Let’s see if you can still hit all your targets, hm?”

You knelt down, craning your neck to lick a long stripe up from his balls to his pulsing asshole. 

“Just fuck me already,” he groaned.

“If you say so love,” you said as you slapped his ass, enjoying the way the skin flushed.

You pulled out a small bottle of oil you’d slipped into your pocket before, distributing it along your already hard cock and around his hole.

You lined yourself up, pressing into him.

You groaned as his ass eagerly took you in, delighting in the sighs that escaped him.

“Fucking hells, Cross,” you groaned, gripping his hips. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

“Move,” he pleaded - though it sounded more like a demand - as he pressed the button to start the simulation again.

He began firing as you began to rut into him. You went slowly at first, making sure he felt each inch of your cock entering and exiting him as you tried not to jostle him too much.

The first ten of the fifty targets down, you kept your speed pulling out, but switched to plunging your cock into him, hard and fast. He grunted with the first one and you could see sweat starting to drip down his temples.

Another five down and you switched back to the slow but steady pace, enjoying his little whimper of disappointment a little too much. But now as you pushed into him you rolled your hips, making sure to really brush up against that sweet spot inside him each time.

“Thought you said it would be a challenge,” he grunted out through his panting breaths. 

“Careful what you wish for, Hotshot,” you grinned, slapping his ass hard.

He groaned and you sped up your pace, slamming your hips against his roughly. You heard a string of curses he mumbled under his breath, so you quickened your thrusts even more. 

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight for me,” you moaned, lifting on leg to balance on your foot instead of your knee. It shifted the angle of your thrusts and you hit that perfect spot in his ass.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his legs beginning to shake under you.

You bent forward, grabbing at his short silver hair, yanking his head back.

“Only three more targets, Crossy,” you told him before releasing your grip on his hair and placing it back on his hips. 

You used all your strength to pull him against you as you thrust into him. He moaned as he fired, hitting one of the targets.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you groaned, the wet sound of your balls slapping against his making your cock twitch inside him.

Another target down, one to go. “Fuck, fill me,” he all but whimpered as he lined up his final shot.

You reached around him as your hips began to stutter, grabbing his cock and roughly thrusting your hand around it.

He fell apart under you just after his final shot left his blaster. He shouted as he succumbed to the waves of pleasure washing over him, spilling his cum onto the floor beneath him as yours filled him so much that it started to spill out, dripping down his balls.

You’d both stopped moving, simply trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you began to pull out of him, your cock half-hardening again at the messy sight before you.

“I can’t believe you actually hit them all,” you scoffed.

“Must not have done a very good job distracting me,” Crosshair sneered, despite the way he still fought for breath. “Might have to give it another try.”

You groaned, sitting back on your heels. “You’re gonna have to give me like ten minutes.”

“Not so big and bad now, are you?”

“Shut your mouth and clean me up like a good boy.”

He moaned as he began to do as he was told.

This was going to be a beautifully long evening.

Thanks for reading! - River

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This is so unbelievably sweet. 😍

10/10. Highly recommended.

Evidence and Luck

Tech x Phee Genoa

Warnings: very fluffy, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit

My first TechPhee!! I hope I've done them justice.

It was far later than Tech had expected to return to the Marauder. It was certainly later than he’d told the others to expect him. But at the moment, he found he didn’t care much about that. In fact, walking back to the ship in the lowlight just before sunrise, he could probably say he didn’t care much about anything other than her. 

Stars above, for the first time in his life there was only one thing on his mind and it was Phee, Phee, Phee. It didn’t matter that he’d spent nearly ten hours with her at her small cottage and only left mere moments ago. He was still replaying it all in his head. 

“You sure you have to go now, Brown Eyes?” she’d asked, her voice soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t mind you staying through to the morning.”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer to him, drinking in the soft moan that fell from her lips. “I cannot say I would mind either,” he’d conceded. “Unfortunately, I did inform my brothers that I would be back in…” he trailed off as he glanced at the chrono on the wall. “Four hours ago.”

She smiled, her fingers fiddling with the strap of his goggles at the back of his head. “If you’re already late…”

“What is the harm in a few more minutes?” he finished, already ducking down to kiss her neck again.

“Or hours,” she groaned as she lifted the goggles from his head once more. 

Oh, he was feeling particularly lucky at the moment. The events of the past sixteen hours aside, he was feeling this way because all his brothers had leaned away from the early morning risings the war had always brought. Well, almost all of his brothers.

“You were out late,” Echo smirked over his mug of caf as he walked up the ramp. “Or should I say early? Busy night?”

“Busy indeed,” Tech agreed quietly, feeling a little giddy at the memories. 

“Got a new… project?” 

Tech chuckled. “Perhaps.”

Echo grinned at his brother. “Get some rest,” he advised. “And maybe a shower. You look like you need it.”

“I believe that would be a good idea.”

He walked through the ship, being sure to keep his footsteps light to avoid the two light-sleepers’ wraths until he came up on the refresher. He eyed it for a moment before tilting his head down to gently sniff at himself. 

Phee’s perfume - a gorgeous blend of wood and citrus - was all over him. 

He sighed. He didn’t really want the smell of her to leave him, but he knew it would irritate Hunter’s senses so he figured a brief stop in the sonic shower wouldn’t hurt. 

He stepped out of the fresher a few moments later, adjusting his goggles back into their typical space just as Echo happened to be passing. 

“Better, but you… missed a few spots,” he noted with his signature snarky smile. 

Tech’s brows furrowed as he turned back to face the small mirror. His cheeks heated and darkened. Phee had left a number of small marks all over his face and neck, little prints of her lipstick dotting his face. 

He sighed, but as he began to clean the marks from his face, he found that he couldn’t wipe away the smile his lips had pulled into. Her voice still filled his ears. “Brown eyes. Mmm, yes. Right there, baby.”

He came to the final mark, one on the side of his neck, peeking out of the collar of his shirt. It might’ve appeared to be a simple lipstick stain, but Tech knew better. Hidden behind the subtle red of her favorite lipstick was a deep purple; a small spot where the pressure her teeth and lips had applied ruptured the blood vessels just below the surface.

Maybe it was the deviant nature that seemed encoded in himself and his brothers or maybe it was Phee’s influence, but either way, that small bit of evidence remained. He figured he’d face the teasing of his brothers if it meant they all realized just how lucky he was. 

Thanks for reading! - River

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Oh wow, I have just published a Fennec/Tech/Hunter/Wrecker smut with illustrations by @elslittlestories . As a smut writer, I’m delighted that my work inspires her to draw, and her drawings inspired me to write.

And this is so naughty. 😈

I have been blessed with this amazing collab with @bring-backup-99

You're in for a delicious smut fic and a bunch of spicy art !

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I can’t believe my fic is inspiring this level of 🔥.

Thank you, @elslittlestories !

Fancy a ride on the pilot seat?

Inspired by the hot and beautiful new part of @bring-backup-99's "Bad Choices" on AO3 : Knows How To Please

Full nsfw pic on AO3 🔥

Part 1: Making Friends on Pabu

Quick summary: You're new to Pabu and looking for a new start. You meet the Bad Batch under some. unusual circumstances, and Crosshair immediately stands out to you as handsome and someone you can trust. ---

This is my first stab at some fan fiction. It's fluffy AF and probably mostly safe for work? I'll list my "warnings" below as I've seen in other posts. The whole team (except Tech) is in the story, but it's mainly focused on Crosshair. Crosshair x fem!reader | Word count: 3,016ish. Warnings: Alcohol, Flirting, Gun Fire, but it's pretty SFW. I might write more and I'm just letting myself write whatever, so who knows, it could get NSFW later. So don't get hooked on this story if you're underaged. Lmao, but I'm really not that confident in my writing. It was a fun exercise and felt a bit like journalling. I haven't just, written for fun like this since creative writing in high school over a decade ago. I'd like a fresh start on Pabu. Lmao. I hope you all enjoy. I really liked reading the fan fiction I could find from other Clone enthusiasts on here. Ya'll are a cool bunch of people.

The mercenaries were right; Pabu could be the means of a fresh start. You had cut ties with nearly everyone you knew, took your shares of the earned bounties, bought a ship, and then bought a boat. 

Out on the water, you sailed until you couldn’t see the island any longer. You cranked up your club music to an ungodly level, poured yourself a drink, and kicked back under the stars. 

It doesn’t get anymore remote than this, you thought to yourself. You let your heavy eyes close and you faded into a deep sleep; your body recognized it hadn’t felt this safe in years. You slept through the night and into the late hours of the morning.

—-

“Is all that noise coming from that ship?” Omega looked at Crosshair. 

“Uh-huh.” He scowled and squinted his eyes to examine the ship on the morning horizon.

“Well, we’re not going to catch any fish at this rate. They should know not to be so noisy this early… Or ever.” Omega continued. “I guess we can turn the engine back on and see what’s going on with that ship.”

Omega ignited the ship’s engine and steered the bow to the mysterious vessel. The water was smooth in the early hours. The sun reflecting off each wave and rock on the sea. Crosshair enjoyed these early mornings with Omega. Sometimes Wrecker would join, but as he had become a staple in the Pabu fishing crowd, he found himself surrounded with friends easily. Crosshair, still silent and stoic in most circles, often stayed with his family.

“Hey!” Omega called out to the ship. “You’re scaring off all the fish!” She steered her ship parallel and killed the engine. The music’s thumping bass pulsed through the water, shaking their ship.

“This is louder than 79’s,” Crosshair yelled to Omega.

“What? What’s 79’s?” Omega yells back.

“A club!” Crosshair tries to be heard over the booming bass.

“A club, like to hit something with?” Omega was confused. Crosshair just shook his head, not wanting to scream over the music a third time. He looked over into the ship to see you, motionless through the music. He and Omega shared a concerned glance that you were perhaps dead and floating out on the waters of Pabu alone. Omega jumped into your boat, racing over to your side to see if you were alive. 

She touches your shoulder, which sends you from your deep sleep into a panic. You grab your gun off the side table out of instinct, but before you can turn back, you hear a blaster fire; then you fade back asleep. —

You awake again, still on your boat. The music had stopped. Your head pulsing with every heartbeat. The world spun; the ship gently rocked back and forth. You clasped your head in your hands as you swung your legs to the side of the beach chair to sit up properly.

“Did you stun me?” You looked at the young blonde stranger on your ship. You felt at ease seeing that only a child had climbed aboard.

“I did.” A voice behind you hissed. You spun around to see a tall, thin, but built man leaning against the rails of your ship. 

You raise an eyebrow as you look back and forth between the two invaders. Their eyes, similar in shape and color, you asked the young woman, “Is he your father?”

“Father?” She said back with a confused face. “No, I’m Omega, and this is my brother, Crosshair.”

You look back at the man. Crosshair nodded in your direction to acknowledge his introduction. His eyes, mysterious and dark, studied your figure. You followed the outline of his jaw to his lips, which pursed a toothpick. Crosshair was deeply handsome. You turned your attention back to Omega.

You whispered to her, “Is your brother single?” Omega, turning confused towards you again, “What do you mean is he single?” Omega stammered at a normal volume. 

“Shhh!” You put your finger to your lips and hush her softly through a laugh. “Geez, kid. Relentless.”

You look back at Crosshair, who had obviously heard Omega repeat what you asked. His eyes narrowed and he looked at you suspiciously. 

“Anyway, I’m sorry to have woken in such a fright. I came out here to be alone.” You rebroke the awkward conversational ice.

“Obviously.” Crosshair rolled his eyes at your remark.

“We’re out here fishing. Your music was really loud, so we came over to ask if you could turn it down.” Omega explained.

“Oh.” You nodded back. “I’m sorry for all the noise. I guess I fell asleep.” “How do you sleep through all of that?” Omega questioned.

“I didn’t think I would drift off to it. I guess I was that tired.” You apologized.

“Well, don’t bother us again.” Crosshair flicked his toothpick in your direction and jumped into he and Omega’s ship. 

“Sorry, he’s pretty… severe in nature, as my other brother would say.” Omega whispered in your direction. “Do you live here on Pabu?”

You shrugged and began, “I–” “Omega! Let’s get back to work!” Crosshair called from their ship. “Sorry, gotta complete this morning’s mission.” And with that, Omega ran to the railing and hopped to her ship. “I’ll see you around, right?” Crosshair hit the throttle and they were off. Omega waved goodbye to you and then cast a net out for fishing. You watched the pair accelerate away, leaving you alone. You looked to your chair-side table to see your pistol missing. “Dammit, he took my blaster.”

—---

You docked your ship at the lower levels of Pabu late that afternoon. You had wasted nearly an entire day as the sun set on the ocean once more. You gathered your pack from the ship and jumped from the ship’s bow to the dock.

“We built ramps to walk up the dock, you know.” A long-haired fellow laughed. 

“Right, sorry.” You nodded in his direction. “Cool tattoo.”

The man touched his face, as if he had forgotten it was there, “Thanks. The name’s Hunter.” He threw his hand out for you to shake. 

You dropped your bag and shook his hand firmly, looking into his dark eyes.

“Huh, you have the same eyes as someone else I met today.”

“Hey! It’s you again!” You heard Omega run down the dock towards you and Hunter.

“Ah, that would be who I met.” You said to Hunter. Omega, with her running start, leaped onto Hunter’s back to be eye-level with you. 

“That’s the woman that asked me if Crosshair was single!” Omega announced. Hunter laughed, “Oh, is that right?” With a look of comedic-disbelief, you raised your finger to your lips once more “Shhh!” Omega giggled, “What? I don’t see what the big deal is.” Hunter, picking up your bag and asked “Well, do you have a place to stay tonight?”

Feeling uncomfortable, you take your bag off his shoulder and slide it back on to yours. “Yeah, I have my ship.” You studied Hunter cautiously.

“Well, do you have food for tonight?”

Hunter was kind and genuine. “I have some rations, but are you extending an invitation?”

“Indeed we are.” Hunter smiled softly. You thought about turning them down, but it had been a while since anyone wanted to see you. You were thought to be an introvert because of the solitude you maintained, but rather, your solitude was only from broken friendships and bad deals. “Please?” Omega smiled. You nodded in her direction. “Okay. But only because Crosshair stole my blaster.”

Hunter rolled his eyes, “Of course he did.”

—-

“And this is my brother, Wrecker!” Omega led you into the kitchen area, parading you around like a trophy. 

“Hey Kid! And, kid’s friend!” Wrecker howled. Astounded at his size and volume, you took a step back. His whitened eye, connected to visible scar tissue screamed of life experience and horrors. His demeanor juxtaposed his appearance, as his jovial laugh filled the room. 

Omega led you to your seat at the table and sat down next to you. “Wrecker! She’s the woman that asked if–” You turned to Omega, jaw-dropped that she was about to embarrass you once again. She met your eyes and changed her sentence halfway through. “Asked if–you were a good cook?” Omega shrugged. “Am I a good cook? Well, I’ve never killed anybody in the kitchen!” Wrecker laughed. “Well, except for that one time–” And he stopped himself. You laughed, “What one time?” Your laugh drifted into an uneasy silence as you looked at his scars again, now realizing it probably wasn’t a joke. Hunter broke the silence, “Well, we’ve seen a lot of action over the years. But I promise you, it’s all over now.”

Wrecker threw a pot of food on the table and with a proud smile announced, “Dinner is served.” “Where’s Crosshair?” Omega asked Hunter. “I–I don’t know. I let him know we had company.”

“He’s probably out watching the sun set again.” Omega reached for the serving spoon. “Uh, Omega, let the guest serve herself first.” Hunter motioned towards you to take the spoon. “Right, I’m the one to check if it’s poisoned.” You replied back, halfway joking. Wrecker shot a smile your way, “I promise my food has never killed anyone.” He had that similar genuine kindness that Hunter expressed. You reached for the serving spoon and dished up. 

“So, what’s your story? Or, I guess, what’s even your name?” Hunter taking the serving spoon says. “Right, uh.” You give them your first name and paused for a moment. Your fears quelled in your gut as it hadn’t been easy to tell your story lately. “I’m from–I was, well, I’m starting over here on Pabu.” 

“We are too!” Omega beamed.

“What do you like to do?” Hunter asked.

It was such an easy question, but you went blank. “I–I guess I’m figuring that out again too.”

“Hmm.” Hunter studied your face. “You look like you’ve been through a lot.”

“I get a similar feeling your family has too.” “Was it the Empire?” Omega touched your arm. The sincerity of experience in her voice pulled at your heart. You realized then they were all survivors, fleeing the Empire. “In a way, but no.” You responded back. “I was involved in a close-knit group, but some of us had a different idea of how to run things. I cut my losses and wrapped up what ends I could to escape.” You stirred the food around your dish, “I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand.” “We might understand better than you’d think,” a familiar voice hissed from the door. 

“Glad to see you back, Crosshair.” Omega jumped up and pulled out a chair for her brother. In a single protective motion, he sat in the chair and moved Omega to stand behind him. “I see you didn’t follow my instructions to leave us alone.” Crosshair leaned over the table to invade your space. You felt the tension of the room ignite as he stared into your eyes, hoping to intimidate you. 

“Crosshair!” Hunter interjected. You relaxed and leaned back in your chair, proving Crosshair’s intimidation tactic didn’t work. “Give me back my pistol and I’ll be on my way,” you replied. Wrecker groaned, “Aw, but you just got here!” Crosshair leaned towards Wrecker, “But you don’t know what she is!”

Omega’s face drained into a look of concern, “What do you mean, ‘what she is?’ ” Crosshair took his toothpick from his mouth and emphasized his words, “She’s a bounty hunter.” Omega, concerned glances from Crosshair back to you. Hunter and Wrecker tense up a little. You didn’t react well. Grabbing a pathetic dinner knife, you stand up from the table in a combative position. Knocking drinks from the table, Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair all pull weapons from their belts, and the stand-off begins. 

You and the men wait for someone to move first. Their six eyes, or well, five eyes, melted your skin. Omega broke the silence. “Can you stop with that? Crosshair, how do you even know she’s a bounty hunter?” Omega says as she lowers Hunter’s knife for him. 

“Tech’s records.” Crosshair sighed. “She matches a description of a bounty hunter that engaged with the Separatists near the end of the war. Then I cross-referenced with Echo’s files which revealed her deals with the Empire.”

Hunter looks at you, “Well, is that true?” “Would it matter if it was true?” Your voice broke. “Yes!” All three harmonized. “Look, I’m not a bounty hunter anymore.” You started, then dropped your guard completely. “Like I said, I’m here for a fresh start.” You put down the dinner knife and met their gaze once more. They were still ready to jump on you.

“And I’m not involved with the Empire any longer,” you insisted.

Omega motioned Wrecker and Crosshair to lower their weapons. They relaxed a little, but kept their eyes focused on your movements. You nodded in Omega’s direction in gratitude and broke the silence again, “Thanks for the dinner invite, but maybe this won’t work out.” In a moment of trust, you turned your back to the family and walked out of the home. 

You started towards the space port. 

—- You unlocked the door to your ship as you heard someone call your name. You stopped and turned. Crosshair made a small effort to wave hello as he walked closer to you. 

You put your bag in your ship and locked the door again. You walked down the ramp to meet Crosshair. His lips opened slightly, as if he were to begin a sentence, but instead rubbed his forehead. You waited in silence with your arms crossed. “Here.” He reached out with your pistol in hand. You met his reach and he pressed the pistol into your palm. For a stoic man, his brow and eyes communicated a lot. He glanced up at you and back to the ground. “Thanks.” You placed the blaster back in its holster. 

“We, or I, don’t trust very easily.” He revealed. “Omega, Wrecker… And Hunter, they’re all I have left.” He motioned towards your weapon, “So, don’t point that at my family again.” “I’m sorry.” You looked to the side, “You know, I don’t trust anyone a whole lot either. I mean, how could I?” 

He didn’t even look to acknowledge the comment. He really wasn’t much of a conversationalist.

You looked up from the ground again and started in a monotone, “What did you read in my file?”

Crosshair stood a little more upright and engaged back with you, “You have a reckless reputation... And worked bounty jobs for the Empire.”

“I’ve made mistakes,” you corrected, then calmly stated, “But I couldn’t keep living like that.”

Crosshair took a deep breath and focused his attention to the ocean.

“I too have made mistakes.” Crosshair nearly whispered as he took a step away from you and placed his right hand into his left. “Reckless mistakes.” 

You looked closer, only to realize his right hand was mechanical. Crosshair turned to face you again. You studied the scar on his temple and his face tattoo. 

“I should get back.” He turned, but you reached out and touched his shoulder. 

You started, “Look, I was wondering, if —“ 

Crosshair cut you off “If I’m single?”

You felt the corners of your lips creep up into a small smile and you let your hand slide down his arm.

“No, well, that too, but I was wondering if you were thirsty?”

Crosshair raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want to come aboard my ship for a drink?” You motioned towards your ship.

“Why do you have an interest in me? What trick are you playing?” He scowled.

“No tricks,” you promised. “You… intrigue me. And somehow, I feel I can trust you.”

He stood there in silence, evaluating his options. Crosshair knew he could just go home, listen to Omega talk about her dreams, and have a peaceful evening overlooking Pabu from his bedroom balcony. Or, he could take this stranger up on her offer and escape being “Crosshair” for a moment. He realized it would be nice to talk to someone that didn’t know his past.

“One drink.” He insisted. 

You gave him a soft smile and remotely opened the door to your ship. 

—-

You and Crosshair were three drinks in when he turned to you and realized time had slipped by faster than expected.

“Omega is going to tease me relentlessly for the next week.” Crosshair chuckled and swirled his drink. 

“What else are little sisters for?” You smiled back.

Crosshair continued to chuckle for a moment, thinking of Omega and how close they’ve grown. As he sat next to you in your ship’s booth, he turned to face you.

“Do you have siblings?” Crosshair inquired.

“I did, yes.” You begin to tap the table with your fingers. His eyes bore into your soul. 

“Did?” Crosshair muttered.

“I believe they’re all still alive, but I expect I’ll never see them again. Well, they don’t want to see me again.” You shrugged.

Crosshair looked intrigued. 

You continued, “I grew up in a rather… well, orthodox society. Everything was laid out for me in life: education, code of conduct, dress standards, diet, who I’d marry, and more. When I left, it was required by the society that my family no longer contact me.”

Crosshair listened intently. The unexpected attention made you feel at ease.

“How old were you, when you left?” Crosshair questioned.

“Old enough to turn to bounty hunting for quick money.” You shrugged. “Desperation will make you do some stupid things.”

“That it does,” Crosshair agreed. 

You leaned forward slightly and raised your hand to Crosshair’s cheek, letting your thumb trace the outline of his face tattoo. 

“Is this out of desperation? Your… fascination with me?” He took your hand from his face and held it between you and him.

“You didn’t see me stick around to see if Hunter was single.” You laughed.

His face remained unchanged.

So you continued your joke, “And we both know there’s no way Wrecker is single.” 

That line earned you a small smile from him.

You took his hand in yours, tracing his fingers.

“No, I don’t think it’s out of desperation.” You looked up into his eyes, “Do you trust me?”

Crosshair clasped his hand around yours.

“Oddly enough, I do.”

—

Part 2: The Warning