Groguandthebadbatch - Untitled

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LAY THAT COMPLICATED REDEMPTION ARC ON ME FILONI YOU GLORIOUS STORYTELLER

IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW WHY HUNTER AND THE REST ARE TAKING SO LONG TO PICK A SIDE

THIS IS NO ADVENTURE OF THE WEEK WITH PRE-DETERMINED MORALS

YOU TRUELY ARE ALL FINDING YOUR WAY IN THE GALAXY AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

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CROSSHAIR YOU STUBBORN CONFUSED SELF-VALIDATING FOOL, YOU'RE A BLOOMING ZUKO AND I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO BESTOW THAT TITLE IN ALL MY LIFE

TECH YOU GLORIOUS ANALYTICAL ODDBALL, YOU'RE MAKING SO MUCH SENSE NOW, I'M SLOWLY BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND YOU AS A PERSON RATHER THAN A STEREOTYPE

WRECKER YOU OVERZEALOUS SOFTY, I AM DELIGHTED AND DEVISTATED AT YOUR DEPTH

HUNTER YOU POOR CONFLICTED DAD-BOY, YOU'RE TRYING SO HARD, AND I KNOW IT'S ROUGH TO BE MADE TO QUESTION THE VALIDITY OF THE NEW IDENTITY YOU'VE BEEN POURING YOURSELF INTO

OMEGA YOU DARLING SISTER, SPENDING SO MUCH TIME LONGING, WILLING YOUR BROTHERS TO GROW UP WITH YOU, WANTING EVERYONE TO BE HOME AND BELONG

Love this and all Crosshair and Omega Fanfictions!!!! Really wish there was more Fanfictions out there of these two!!! So not fair that people are not doing them for this amazing pairing!

(‘: tis done

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33854569

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What I found interesting about Crosshair's message to the Batch is that the satellite got shut down before he finished it.

Not talking about the cut off 'Omega', more like we're shown the satellite connection severed before he continues, telling them to hide.

He doesn't know that, he gets cut off by the gas and then the room locking shut.

So the entirety of the message Tech found would have been just. "Plan 88."

So not only do the batch not know that Omega specifically, is being targeted, they didn't hear Crosshair telling them to hide.

One, the plan meaning 'we/you are being targeted', could read as a threat if this was actually a ruse, so Hunter's suspicion isn't completely off-target given his last encounters with Cross.

and Two, Crosshair thinks he told the Batch to hide, (which is why I think the tears in his eyes are there when he's tortured at the end, he's resigned, he's gone through worse without crying) so he has no reason to believe that they would come for him.

First off, this is great and hilarious and filled my heart with happiness because you ADDED Crosshair in it and a quick interaction with him and Omega (they are my favorite characters and pairing for the brothers and sister).

Hi, I just wanted to say I posed my first Bad Batch fanfiction. It’s a one shot that is Tech centric. It’s posted on ao3 so I’ll drop the link to it if anybody would like to read it :)

Please feel free to leave a comment, I’d appreciate it.

I love him so very very much!!!

floppy ears

I need some Crosshair love!

and some angst!

"I am not alone" Part 1

Instead of 50 years, let's make it 30 years from when Kix was found from stasis.

Bad Batch passed away because of their accelerated aging

Omega wears a armor that haves a piece of each original armor

Omega is in her late 30s now

Thank you @shadowlight17 for being my beta reader in this fic!!! You where a huge help with my spell checking and making sure everything was good!!!

It’s been 30 years since the rise of the empire, and Omega had witnessed it all. She watched her fellow clones fall to the empire hands due to the chip, she was trained and raised by the elite squadron known as The Bad Batch, learning all sorts of skills from them before their untimely passing. For the first few years after their passing, Omega felt alone, realizing that she was the last clone from the facility. She never imagined or dream she would meet another who shared her face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ugh… That informant better have been right when she said I would find more supplies in this sector. It's impossible to find Separatist supplies nowadays…” Omega muttered to herself as she came out of hyperspace, reaching the planet Ponemah. It was an isolated planet, apparently the empire never got as far as this planet, and from what the informant had said the ship was practically untouched. Omega made her way down through the atmosphere, following the coordinates that were given to her, and to her surprise she found the old dreadnought ship lying where it had fallen.. “Bingo~” She chirped out, flipping a switch and powering the hyperdrive down. The landing sequence initiated, she scanned the landscape and scowled slightly at the dust stirring up with the disturbance. The ship settled onto its landing gear and Omega swung around, heading for the makeshift armory.

Her armor was a mix of her former mentor’s armor. Echo’s chest plate, Hunter’s helmet, Wrecker’s shoulder and arm pieces, which she had to weld to fit her own arms, Crosshair’s codpiece and leg piece, and last but not least, Tech’s backpack. The rest of their armor was laid neatly on their old bunks, everything in it was kept how it was when her family was last alive. She still didn’t have the heart to touch any of it, especially Lula. Once Omega was geared up, she made her way outside. The dust hitting her visor made it difficult to navigate, but she eventually found her way inside the downed ship. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, likely blown in from the surface, but nothing looked too damaged. Thus began her scavenging, everything she found useful she would drag inside her ship so she made sure to leave no room untouched. “This ship is a gold mine! I could probably sell some of this stuff...especially the deactivated droids! I know those will go for a good price.” Omega said to herself as she made her way to the last room of the ship; “I have a good feeling about this one.” She commentated as she forced the door open, shining a light inside the room. It was the most damaged one out of all of the rooms. She was sure she could still rummage and hopefully find something useful. Omega moved broken pieces, crates that had nothing in them, and wires that dangled from the ceiling. Nothing. “Well, that might be that…” The words echoed around the room and she turned to leave. Something tugged in her mind, something screaming that she left something big behind. “....One last look wouldn’t hurt” she exclaimed, turning around and lighting her flashlight once more. She looked over at a specific part of the room where there was a large piece of debris laying against the wall. Omega made her way over and pushed the debris off, gasping out loudly when she saw what was hidden behind it. A human. No, not just any human. A clone. Omega cried out and fell back, her breathing was shaky and she stared up at the pod that held the clone inside of it. How long had he been here, why was he here, who was he!? Those questions would need to be answered later, right now she had to get him out of there. Omega got back to her feet and quickly worked to get the clone out of the stasis pod. He was still in his armor and he was still young, as if he was stopped in time. He was also heavy. “Thank you Wrecker for all those weight exercises!” Omega giggled to herself as she carried the clone back to her ship. Omega had made her own bunk into a small med area. She was grateful that the clone was still alive somehow. She put him on oxygen and stripped his armor off, leaving him only in his blacks. Omega sat on a crate as she kept careful watch over him, his chest rising up and down with each breath he took. “How is this possible…” She muttered to herself. A part of her was worried about this clone. Was he one of the clones that the chip was active and participated in order 66? Or was this clone captured before that… Her questions was about to be answered because the clone began to wake up. Kix eyes shot open, gasping for air and coughing. He was delirious after being in stasis for so long. immediately cried out, “The J-Jedi, I need to get t-to the jedi..!” He coughed, thrashing around on the cot, “Where am I-I?! Jesse!! Rex!!” Omega rushed to his side, holding him down on the bed to not hurt himself, “Breathe trooper!” She says authoritatively, her helmet still on. Kix’s gaze flicked up to the helmet and he stopped thrashing a bit, “H-Hunter…?” He breathed out. Shock and confusion painting a picture on his face. Omega blinked, how did he know Hunter? Omega slowly took her helmet off, meeting the clone gaze. “No… I’m Omega…. You knew Hunter…?” To be continued........

My of my top favorite subjects to learn about in all of Star Wars!!!! What I would be!

Just a small Hunter & Omega thing. The last episode hit me with feels (no spoilers for it though)