I wrote this little fic a while back and for a long time I thought something like this would never happen in canon but with how season 2 has developed... who knows đ
Anyway here's some Crosshair and Omega sibling cuteness.
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There were more troopers on patrol that night. More than theyâd expected Crosshair decided as he peered through his scope at the hangar and the few small portholes carved into the rock. At least they were following schedule so it shouldnât be a problem.
He paused to tap a quick message to Hunterâs comm, just to be safe. His brothers could take on some extra security but it was always better to err on the side of caution if they could afford it. His attention shifted back to the base. The darkness next to him remained quiet though he could hear the occasional shuffling and soft breathing noises. It made him want to roll his eyes.
How Hunter had thought this was a good idea was beyond him. Though in this particular case he had Echo to thank, because of course the brat needed more field experience and of course that experience had to be the kind she had the least of. Like manning a sniper nest.
Karking reg and his military conscience. Maybe next time he was cleaning his legs one of them would âaccidentallyâ get lost and stomped on by Wrecker.
Now, he could look on the bright side. The brat hadnât deemed it necessary to talk to him yet-
âHey, how do you do that?â
And there it was. Yeah. Right there.
Crosshair briefly regretted all his life choices as he felt himself bristle. It wasnât like he wasnât used to the kidâs presence by this point but her timing was still garbage. Echo was definitely going to miss that leg. Heâd make sure of it.
âHow do I do what?â he snapped back, chomping down on the toothpick he was currently abusing. He could see her blink at him through the darkness and an image of Tech flashed through his mind as she leapt at to the opportunity to talk:
âUsually when you have a toothpick in your mouth you make a âtskâ sound when you wriggle it around. Like this:â
She leaned back on her haunches and the edge of her mouth curled as her tongue made a sharp clicking sound. Crosshair felt his whole face spasm. Kriffing brat, why was that so accurate??
Oblivious to his mortification, Omega pressed on: âBut youâre not doing it now. How do you stop yourself from doing it?â
Really? They were doing this now?
âIn case you havenât noticed,â he bit out, âweâre in the middle of a mission.â
âYeah, I know. But how do you stop yourself? I thought it was a nervous tic.â
âA nervous ti-?!â His eye actually left the scope and he sputtered before he had the chance to realize what he was doing. When he did, he felt like digging a hole into the gravel and burying his head in it. He was pretty sure Tech had told him of some animal somewhere that did that.
He gritted his teeth and willed himself to calm down. He was not going to lose his temper in front of the brat.
âYou ever heard of the word âcreepyâ, kid?â he shot back and glued his eye back to the scope. They were lucky the guards hadnât moved much in the meantime. If they had and Crosshair hadnât noticed it he was fully committed to blaming it on Echo. Or Hunter.
As time went by the tension in his shoulders began to unwind. The kid was quiet but didnât seem discouraged if the air of anticipation was anything to go by. Crosshair on the other hand could feel something chipping away at his resolve under that glittering brown gaze.
He fidgeted for a bit. Then fidgeted some more and knew he was doomed as soon as the thought entered his brain and wiped its feet on the welcome mat.
âYou compartmentalize.â She instantly perked up next to him. âYou take specific habits and teach your body to associate them with a physical state.â
âA physical state?â
He glared out of the corner of his eye. He was getting there.
âPosture, breathing, heartbeat,â His trigger finger flexed and the chalk-powdered skin caught on the gloveâs fabric. âTactile sensations. Once your body starts recognizing the signs, it puts you in the right mindset.â
Omega had gone completely still by the time he finished and he recognized that dark blotch on her face as her mouth hanging open. Her voice was hushed with awe when she spoke next.
âThat is so cool.â
âYou know whatâs not cool?â
âWhat?â
âThe fact that youâre not compartmentalizing right now.â
There. That should keep her quiet for a while.
A group of guards changed shifts shortly after and Crosshair watched them chatter with each other, helmets bobbing, while the stars marched on overhead. His brothers were still making their way through the base, it seemed. And theyâd managed to stay under the radar for once.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a light appeared in his peripheral vision, somewhere off to the left. He froze as he stopped to evaluate the situation. He couldnât afford to be unprepared if a shootout broke out so removing his scope from the hangar was out of the question. This meant that his best course of action was to try and judge the lightâs position on his own for now.
He pulled away from his rifle and trained his gaze on a suitable section of the rock, a small distance off to the right of the light. Omegaâs reaction was slower.
âThereâs a light!â
He saw her point her binoculars at it.
âI know.â
âBut itâs over there.â She tugged at his pauldron urgently and he resisted the urge to grumble. If she yanked off his rifle support he would have Hunter solder it back on personally.
âI can see it,â he bit out, trying to do his job despite the literal child attached to his armor.
âBut youâre not looking at it!â
Crosshair sent a pleading look up at the heavens. Dank farrik, what was wrong with him? He was better than this, he should be able to ignore her.
âWill you stay quiet if I tell you why?â
Her blond curls bobbed with her nod, reminding him of an overenthusiastic cleaning droid with a duster. He glared at her through the darkness.
Then made a show of turning the other way and ignoring her.
âHunter,â he commed his brother. âThereâs an extension of the base thatâs not on the holomaps. Direction northwest, into the rock. Careful, there may be more troops there.â
âRoger that.â Hunterâs voice crackled through the connection before everything went quiet again. The Firepuncher was cool as Crosshair adjusted his grip on her. Sometimes he wished his rifle could talk so it could shut up when other people couldnât. Did that make sense? It made no kriffing sense. Point in case, he could already feel Omega scooch closer to him in the dark and he knew he couldnât avoid his way out of this one.
âYour peripheral vision is more sensitive to light,â he said, âThatâs why you see some things better in the dark when youâre not looking directly at them. Same goes for motion.â
Well, technically most people didnât have any use for it since their peripheral vision was shit, unlike his, but she didnât need to know that. It was a hollow victory though. She was practically vibrating with excitement now that sheâd learned something new again.
There was a tell-tale shuffle and he all but whined when he realized she was about to ask him more questions.
âWhat is it now?â
âI have another questionâ Obviously. âWhen we were about to head out you put your helmet on before the others. Why did you do that when we were still on the Marauder?â
This time he actually drew away from his scope to press his forehead to the dirt. The pebbles under his chest plate crunched as he heaved a deep breath. âNight vision peaks after 30 minutes of being in darkness. I have a shader function in my helmet-â
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Twenty minutes later they were still in the same place theyâd started.
âIf your night vision is better, does that mean your eyes are more light sensitive in general?â
âYes.â
âSo you not only see objects more clearly but everything looks brighter.â
âYes.â
âDoes that make it harder to sleep?â
A pause.
ââŚYes.â
A surprised gasp. He was at the end of his tether.
âAre you done?â he asked not even bothering to hide the long suffering tone in his voice. Thankfully, thankfully, she was and just in time as the next moment an explosion reached their ears and the troopers inside the hangar started to scurry around like ants. The familiar sound of a siren followed soon after.
It seemed his brothers had finally gotten to the meat of the mission.
Crosshair smirked as he zeroed in on the guard that seemed closest to the hangar bay door. It was time to play whack a trooper.
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The mission wrapped up without a hitch. His brothers had commed to report a cleared mission objective and a successful retreat which had prompted their leave of the sniper nest. The base personnel hadnât bothered to try and find them. They were too busy putting out fires.
He and the brat made it back to the Marauder in blessed silence though Crosshair hadnât failed to notice the bounce in her step. The rest of the batch were already preparing for takeoff â quite leisurely so, they must have shaken off their pursuers â and Omega skipped to Hunterâs side as soon as he was in sight. Crosshair would have made fun of the mushy look that crawled on his face if he hadnât done it a thousand times already.
âWell, you look excited.â Crosshair heard him say to Omega as he caught up.
âDid you know that your peripheral vision is more light sensitive than your central vision?â she blurted back, shuffling from foot to foot and barely keeping herself from flailing her arms.
There was a moment of confusion as Hunter processed the information. Then his face slowly split into a shit-eating grin that made Crosshairâs blood go cold.
âZip it,â Crosshair growled in warning, only making Hunterâs smile grow wider, before shoving past them.
Karma really was a bitch.
Hunter was brave enough to show him that same knowing grin a few more times before the day was over and it made Crosshair wonder if he could finish the skull on the other half of his face using just bruises. Tech would have been proud of how close he came to putting his hypothesis to the test.
Life on the Marauder went on after that. The brat was still annoying but moderately so, just as sheâd been from the very beginning. Hardly anything had changed except that she and Wrecker had found a new hobby to entertain them and though he didnât know what it was, he knew it entailed a lot of yelping and rubbing at sore fingertips.
And Echo? Echo had a new leg. Funny how that worked.
It was only a couple of weeks later that their little stakeout would come back to bite him in the ass. He was getting ready to turn in early, drained after listening to his brothers bicker for what was probably a few hours (no, Tech, Wrecker would not stop eating Mantell Mix for dinner no matter how many times you tried to impart the virtues of the food pyramid to him).
Sometimes one had to wonder if Tech wasnât an idiot under all that intellect. And if that was the smartest person in their group, then Maker help them all.
His armor came off without much fuss as he stripped down to his blacks. A strap on his left vambrace tried to give him trouble but he had just about gotten it off when the curtain to Omegaâs room swished open violently.
Her eyes found him standing next to his bunk and she gave him a brilliant smile. One of those beaming ones that promised an annoyance.
âCrosshair! Are you going to bed?â
He answered her with a scowl. âWhy do you care?â
As usual she didnât seem the least bit perturbed and he watched her dive back into the little room, making a ruckus as she rummaged around for something. âWait, I think itâs pretty much finished-â
There was a triumphant cheer and she seemed to have found what she was looking for as she was soon climbing down the little stairs, running over to him and pushing something into his hands. He stared at her and then the thing he was holding.
It was a piece of cloth. A small piece of cloth.
He couldnât be sure and he frowned at the way it felt between his fingers, all roughly sewn stitches and errant threads. At least now he knew what she and Wrecker were up to when the latter shoved half his body through the curtain and they spent hours yelping and whispering to each other.
The puzzle started to make sense when he turned the thing over to look at it proper.
It was shaped like a visor or goggles of some sort, made out of shiny black fabric with biased edges and an elastic string attached to either end. The right side of the mask â because it was a mask, a sleep mask â was decorated with a few shaky strokes of white paint that formed a reticle, which, if he wore the thing, would align perfectly with his tattoo.
Crosshair felt something lodge in his throat.
âHere!â Omega said proudly. âFor your eyes â you said they bothered you when you sleep.â
He swallowed as he looked at the mask in his hands.
âThanks.â His voice was hoarse.
âDo you like it?â
He blinked, determined not to let his voice crack.
âItâs fine.â
âGreat! I hope you wear it.â With that she leaned in to squeeze him in a hug before skipping off and disappearing into her room. He was left there standing awkwardly by his bunk.
Part of him knew what was coming. No, scratch that, all of him knew what was coming.
Taking a slow breath, he turned around to face the direction of the cockpit. Every single one of his brothers was looking at him with a variation of Hunterâs shit-eating grin form that day. Wrecker looked about ready to crack up. Echo looked like he wanted to be punched.
Crosshair took another breath and steeled himself as he pointed a single threatening finger:
âNot. A. Word.â
It was said it as quickly as his pride allowed and he hurried to tug the mask over his eyes so he wouldnât have to watch their stupid faces as they burst into giggles. The chortling didnât stop after heâd settled into his bunk and he relished the rush of satisfaction when he kicked out his leg and it connected with Echoâs midriff, sending him sprawling to the floor with an âoofâ. Thatâs what the bastard got for trying to take a holo.
Now, at least, he could finally go to sleep⌠and the mask did feel nice. Even with all those crooked stitches.
Yeah, Crosshair could finally sleep now.
âGuys,â Echo wheezed from the floor. âI think I got it.â
âOh karking hell- â
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Thereâs an actual game of whack a trooper online, go look it up I beg of you.
I wish this actually happened! The finale really shook me!
Hey! This is my first fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it! I was inspired by an illustration I saw of Crosshair sobbing and holding Lula for comfort (which I cannot find for the life of me, if I do eventually Iâll link it). I meant to get his done before ep. 11 Devilâs Deal (and especially before this weekâs) because we still didnât know what Cross looked like at that point, but Iâm slow and here we are. There is some fanart I did at the end, Iâve only recently gotten back into drawing after a long time, so it might be a little rough sorry!
Summary: The Batch get Crosshair back, but what he has, and almost done haunts him. Comfort is given in the simplest of ways: by being presen for the healing.
Warnings:Â Mention of blood/injury, killing/murder. Heavy angst with comfort. Self loathing ideation.The beginnings of a family healing together from trauma.
Word Count: 2188
It was as close as it got to silent within the Havoc Marauder. The ship always faintly hummed as it cruised through space; the engines and various systems constantly working away in the background via a complicated web of technology and wiring, maintained by the Batchâs resident genius. Rumors were, if someone listened close enough as a ship passed through hyperspace, they could faintly hear the sound of the decillions of particles out there passing around the ship. Something like sand blasting the outside of the hull, but with a bell-like, ringing, song. It was that sort of silence that found all six of the inhabitants within the Marauder.
Tech, the aforementioned genius, was nursing a new goose egg on his forehead with a cold compress while attempting to repair a hairline fracture in one of his goggles lenses. Echo sat across from him helping to guide the nearly blind man in his endeavour. Besides a myriad of small cuts and new bruises, Echoâs left leg lay detached and balanced on his lap, waiting for attention from Tech for a recently smoking blaster hole through the calf. Laying in his bunk, Wrecker was also nursing a new blaster wound: the bolt having ripped through his armour and taken a chunk out of his right bicep. He lay quietly, making sure to stay off his wound so the bacta could do its work and trying to process the events of the day. Remembering the adrenaline and the genuine moment of fear heâd had, but smiling nonetheless. Foreword in the front of the ship, Hunter sat quietly, his face kriffing hurting, his nose having to have been reset after being knocked out of joint. Heâd definitely taken a beating, heâd be feeling everything that currently hurt fivefold tomorrow, but the wounds could have been worse. Everything could have been much worse. What could have been was an ache that never faded and a silence that was never filled.Â
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SHES MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BESIDES GROGU LOL!!! Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega too!!!
The Bad Batch Season 3 will have a Time Jump (minor spoilers)
Loved this idea and story...wish there was more to this though.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Jango Fett & the Clones, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch Additional Tags: Angst, Introspection, Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Reconditioning (Star Wars), Mind Manipulation, Post-Season/Series 01, Medical Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent Jango Fett, until the Kaminoans meddled, perceived character death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hopeful Ending, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives are Twins, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, Timeline What Timeline, I mess with them just a little, not noticeable just the Kamino years Series: Part 12 of Star Wars One-shots and unfinished WIPs. Summary:
Echo was the oldest of the Bad Batch, and he was sure they knew it. But he knew they didnât know quite how much older he was. He was a lot older than they realised, he remembered things they werenât alive for. And before she met them in that corridor, he remembered Omega.
Weâre back at it, here with the second post in this father-daughter-space-duo series! You guys responded to the first post better then I expected in all honesty! I didnât think my insights were viewed as so important lmao. I donât really think much introduction is needed here, the post itself is very self explanatory.
(Pasted paragraph: I would just like to add a disclaimer here. I am, in no way whatsoever, slating the other batchers for having differing relationships with Omega. I absolutely adore everything single one of the boys, and I think they all have wonderful and unique interrelations with her. Although I may point out these different approaches in comparison to Hunterâs, I am not stating these engages are wrong, just different is all!
Iâm going to separate this into a little series- covering each episode in a separate post, which Iâll have tagged as the series progresses. Once Iâve tackled these two, as theyâre my favourites, Iâm going to move on to each individual Batcher and perhaps a few other dynamics such and Hunter and Crosshair, or Wrecker and Omega! Let me know what you guys would like to see!)
We kick off this episode with Hunter walking in on Echo inspecting Omega and Wrecker fast asleep on the floor. His face is very relaxed and he clearly finds it very sweet that her childlike curiosity has tired her out. His line, âha, well this is a first,â while holding a strong gaze in Omegaâs direction, suggests that sheâs been exploring for quite some time, unleashing her endearing juvenile inquisition in the batchers presence. Hunter continues to claim sheâs curious, using the same lighthearted tone he has always used in her regard, sparing the conversation in the medical wing on Kamino. This continues to confirm his gentle approach and concern towards the young clone.
When Echo confronts him over the situation at hand, itâs evident that Hunter hasnât actually thought about what heâs going to do with Omega, yet by the look of quizzicality on his face. I personally took this as a sign that his initial thoughts were always âweâre going to lay low with her, look after her, while keeping everybody else safe.â Itâs clear here that Echo has differing ideas that Hunter hadnât even began to consider, and I think thatâs what perplexes him in this moment. He needs to consider everybody.
The kid is up and awake! (Let the havoc commence aha.) Omegaâs reaction to sunlight and dirt is definitely one of my favourite developmental moments of hers, it really sets in place that this little girl may have been an intelligent medical assistant, but she lacks experience, and still needs a guiding hand to help her through this new world sheâs never endured before. Iâd like to point out that it is, in fact, Hunter who stops to watch Omegaâs reactions, and his FACE when sheâs playing in the dirt! Iâve never seen such a parental smile on a man so stoic! I feel like Iâm repeating myself a lot, but he is so endeared by her! Sheâs a breath of fresh air in Hunterâs very toxically routined life, and I love that for both of them. When they finally reach Cutâs land, Hunter is the one to pull her back, despite the fact she had to run between Echo and Tech to get to him. And upon Suu and Cutâs arrival, I actually didnât realise that Omega creeps behind Hunter, most likely because these are strangers she doesnât know and she feels she needs the protection. This confirms a clear bond between them has already began to flesh out.
There isnât too much to say about the introduction and inhibitor chip discussion, as Omega spends a decent amount of that time exploring Cut and Suuâs house, but I will just say that itâs a nice touch that she ends up back at Hunterâs side when her part of the conversation is needed, she always seems physically drawn to him. Which brings me to my next point. Upon Shaeeah and Jekâs arrival, Omega once again creeps behind Hunter out of fear, only deciding to approach when formally addressed to do so. *Sigh*, and when Shaeeah pulls Omega out to play, and she halts to ask for Hunterâs permission, which is clearly given through a series of comforting smiles, is a plain indication of a trusted child-parental relationship. I must admit, Hunterâs face is pretty hilarious when everybody practically calls him out on his parental role- itâs just âwhy are you all staring at me..?â Because youâre acting like a dad, my dude.
Okay! Down to Cut and Hunterâs discussion. Itâs a nice touch that Hunter is the first one outside to watch Omega play, swiftly followed by Cut, who, rightfully so, questions her existence. Although instead of explaining Omegaâs origin (and by that I just mean that sheâs a medical assistant clone from Kamino), he states that it doesnât matter what the Kaminoans created her for, because sheâs with them now, and to be with them she doesnât need a purpose, sheâs just a kid and should be allowed to act like one. Cut goes ahead to tease him over the ins and outs of raising a child, but to Hunter it was a no-brainer, Kamino wasnât safe, so she was coming with them, as Iâve said previously, he saw NO negotiations. And as Cut says, âI (you) have to do whatâs best for them.â This adds sentiment to the narrative of Hunterâs commanding role within the squad and Omega specifically.
So Iâm shifting ahead slightly to the ball incident, and I have a LOT to say about this scene. First of all, itâs clearly evident that Hunter is the first to leave the house, along with Cut and Suu following closely behind. Associating this trio together is purposeful on the animators part in my opinion, they intentionally exclusively had Hunter leave with the other parents in the situation, isolating him specifically with that role in Omegaâs life. When he finally reaches her, we see the protective hand come straight out to guard her against the Nexu, a typical trait theyâve established between them.
Now we move on to the confrontation. This is the first time Hunter raises his voice at Omega, and immediately she turns herself away from him, curling into her shoulder and making herself small. Omega is going through a lot of emotions right here, sheâs afraid, anxious, and sheâs being forced to deal with the fact that for the first time, Hunter is mad at her, for something she didnât even intend to do wrong. Whereas from Hunterâs perspective, he hasnât acknowledged sheâs already in a bit of a state, and instead feels the need to immediately lecture her for her mistakesâŚ.although this lasts all but thirty seconds. Upon Cutâs attempts to diffuse the situation by having him pull Hunter away and reiterating that âsheâs (Omegas) not a soldierâ, his face immediately softens, he forgot for a moment, but now he realises and instantly the features are set in a regretful frown, he clearly feels awful and misrepresented. Hunter continues to observe Cutâs behaviour as he comforts Omega, who seems to take to the attention like a kicked puppy, lip trembling, eyes shaky, shoulders hunched, and I honestly think as Cut carries her away- is the exact moment Hunter realises he isnât good enough for Omega. (Iâll further out on this in a moment)
I only want to briefly touch upon Omegaâs gunners nest scene because I donât think it has too much impact on her relationship with Hunter, however I would like to address the symbolism. I personally see the removal of her headpiece and the addition of her bangs as a new beginning, attaining the contrasting yellow light of Salucemi in comparison to Kamino, where she wouldâve been given her jewel. Considering the episodeâs outcome, Omega is no longer the tightly held, quivering little girl from Kamino, and instead she brings a slight unruliness to her aura, a little cheeky, definitely her brotherâs sister. Still a sweetheart of course, but with a matter of confidence and boisterous behaviour to her. She seems to bounce out of her sadness quite easily here, as she seems suddenly awkward- yet curious- over Techâs plan later on.
Furthering out into my previous point about Hunter believing Omega deserved much better in comparison to what he could provide: his conversation with Suu. âProtecting them is what we do.â The realisation on his face when she says this, itâs soâŚraw, something heâs taking time to comprehend. He heeds her words because he knows she and Cut are experienced in this field, they are better suited for Omega than he and the boys are, he believes he isnât good enough for her, and this is projected when he insists âMega leave with the family of four. Although Suu questions his sincerity, and he does indeed dodge the straightforward answer, this is what Hunter anticipates is best for Omega. Heâs putting her needs above his happiness, no matter the heartache.
Moving along slightly, as Omega and Hunter spend a short period of time away from each other during the ship impoundment, I briefly wanted to touch upon the tone of Hunterâs voice when he learns Omega is on route to their positionâŚby herself in a heavily armed spaceport. His eyes widen in a moment of fear, his voice is suddenly strained, he is struck with another raw emotion, something he frankly canât obtain right now, and itâs let out in a minor threat towards his brothers- âif something happens to her-â a clearly indication of worry.
This next point absolutely breaks my heart, the poor dears, both of them. Upon Omegaâs arrival, Hunter is left to explain his forced proposal that she should leave Salucemi with Cut and Suu. As usual he completes his little ritual of taking her shoulders and crouching to her level, although this time he canât quite look her in the eyes, a clear sign of regret and guilt, because he doesnât want to give her away, he knows deep down she belongs with them, but he doesnât believe he has what it takes to raise and protect her. The way Omegaâs eyes crumple really catches me here, sheâs being left, again⌠All this kid has ever known her entire life has either been abandonment, abuse or isolation, and sheâs being passed on to strangers by the only people sheâs ever been able to trust, and not only is it clearly breaking her heart, but sheâs taking it personally, she thinks sheâs at fault, much like Hunter does. Her line: âbut, I want to stay with you.â compressed with the quivering tone and her precious accent really aides her desperation here, it conveys her in an adequate and very precise way.
Starting a brief new point to split these up slightly: I bring us to the continuous glances shared between them. Omega consistently looks over her shoulder to Hunter, she doesnât want her eyes to leave him for one moment, sheâs savouring his face, his details, for the very last time. And equally, Hunter is letting go of something he doesnât want to leave behind, he likes the kid, to the point where his own self depreciation and doubt have been forced ahead in order to protect her, he canât risk anything at this point. Iâd also like to quickly mention how beautifully Omegaâs eyes are animated, they intel so much, those precious little doe irises hold such story to them.
Moving on to a little jump cut enduring the batchâs escape and Omegaâs return: Hunterâs tone of voice when addressing Wrecker is so pained, and his facials match it perfectly âsheâs not com-â itâs almost as though heâs biting back the urge to sprint headfirst into the gunfire if only to catch up to the little clone before itâs too late.
However, seeing as sheâs managed to find her own way back that wouldnât be exactly necessary. I think itâs a nice point that Hunter is the one to rush to Omegaâs aide after she is grabbed by the trooper (flowing a brief flash of concern crossing his face), although Wrecker mightâve been closer, itâs a nice hint to their subtle closer bond. He, once again, crouches to her level although an unnecessary step in the situation, and I see this as another nod to their familiarised dependancy.
Finally, my last point for this episode, is their final conversation within the last few minutes. Itâs faint, but the fact that the other batchers are all busying themselves in the cockpit, leaving Omega and Hunter to chat privately, is a very distinct use of separation. It also should be noted that Omega is the one to approach Hunter, this shows a decent level of not only maturity on her part, but trust between them as family, she trusts both him and herself enough to advance on a delicate situation, we even see her hesitate slightly, before pushing forward with a slip of confidence, and that takes a lot of gut from a little kid. She stands her ground, but with compliment. She very much reminds me of Hunter himself in the brig, assertive yet respectful. And speaking of Hunter, his face is just absolutely guilt-ridden when talking to her, because he too made the mistake of attempting to give her away, no matter how much good he thought it would do them both. While Omega is admitting she has a lot to learn in regards to safety and tactility, Hunter is suggesting he has a lot to learn about raising a child and providing the necessary care for her. Itâs a brave moment for both of them, to be honest and open, and yet its received extremely well on both ends.
âIf this is where you want to beâŚthen this is where youâll stay.â The admiration in his voice, the admiration in her eyes! They absolutely adore one another, and it melts my heart every time itâs displayed!
I hope you liked my analysis of Hunter and Omegaâs relationship in episode two of The Bad Batch! Of course, Iâd love to discuss these two with anybody who might be interested, so please feel free to drop me an ask or a DM, and if youâre captivated enough Iâd totally recommend looking out for my future posts on the topic!
As always, much love to our âMegs and Hunter, thank you for reading! đ
Part One: Aftermath
This scene hurt me so much and I feel like Iâm sure Omega wasnât thrilled about it when all she wants is her brother back (he may be an ass to her but heâs proved heâs willing to save her too).
When crosshair saw the rest of the Batch pointing their weapons at him after he saved Omega and Azi.
They will never trust him again. What a brutal moment.
So, I love this so much because itâs incredibly well done and I had to share it. However, it does NOT have Omega in it and would love one with her since sheâs PART OF THE BATCH TOO!!! Hunter even said it lol.
I was wondering when you guys would come back.
THIS IS EVERYTHING (NOT CAUGHT UP AT ALL with S3 though Iâm sorry). Omega and Grogu are my absolute favorite characters of all time and Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega!!!!
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