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Look at her stuff, I LOVE EVERYTHING!!!! Anyone who follows me might know my few obsessions that help get me through my many chronic illnesses (both mental & physical from both childhood trauma, adult & military service/injuries) & as a disabled vet. I can’t work or drive anymore, so I’ve lost a lot of my family & friends. Being able to talk to people who love what I love WITHOUT JUDGEMENT!
All of those of you who’s art, convos, & Fanfictions I follow/read mean SO very much to me! Thank you ALL so much! I do WISH I could find more Omega Fanfictions that have Crosshair in it (I don’t like romantic relationships with the batchers, Like focusing on dynamics of the character’s, if that makes ANY SENSE AT ALL. I think I’m the ONLY PERSON IN THIS FANDOM lol)! OR ANYTHING with Omega & Fives in it!!!! Haha DONT think I will find Fives & Omega (minus the one sent by a wonderful person recently)
• Favorite Batcher is Omega (Cross fave bro for her, TBB fave SW show but absolutely love ALL batchers!)
• Favorite characters from anything is Omega and Grogu
• PREVIOUS CW S7 Fave Clone is without a doubt is FIVES (Omg can you imagine him & Omega lol!)
- NEVER will find anything Hawaiian Omega or Grogu lol
- Hardly find anything EVER Cross & her…. & NEVER will find Fives & her lol :(
Thank you so much for your time & kindness, I’ve truly felt accepted (something not common for me).
Clone trooper sketch dump
Currently open for requests btw! just send me any clone boy
Absolutely obsessed with this!!!! FAVORITE SIBLING DUO IN THE SHOW (absolutely DEVASTATED that we have been DEPRIVED of real time with them!!!) but Omega and Grogu are my favorite characters of ALL TIME!!!!!
he’s not big on hugs but he appreciates it
The Bad Batch Season 3 Trailer
Wait
WAIT
WAIT
third and final season???
FINAL????
NOOOOO THIS CAN'T BE THE LAST SEASON!!! COME ON!!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!
I WON'T EXCEPT IT ENDING AFTER SEASON 3!!!!
Besides being ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with Star Wars (ESPECIALLY Grogu aka Baby Yoda and Omega from The Bad Batch, who are also my favorite characters OF ALL TIME IN ANY FANDOM!!!), I am in love with ALL THINGS things Hawaiian including the the culture even dating back to royalty and we came there, language, the OFF THE CHARTS kindness, NATURE ANIMALS OCEAN ANIMALS IN THE OCEAN ECT!!!
Wow I’m so so sorry for rambling on!!! I have MANY chronic illnesses (physical and mental, some due to my child/teen/adulthood, military … I’m a disabled army veteran) and this may NOT make a lot of sense to anyone!
I know there are FAR AND FEW between that are interested in learning Hawaiian lol!!! I have never been there (maybe some day lol!)
We can dream 💤💯🙀🧡💜💚💛🙀😿‼️⁉️🤔🫶🏻🤙🙏‼️🤙🙏
Guys I had another Bad Batch dream. Crosshair was rescued and he looked amazing all decked out in new armor and what not. He said Omega’s name and hugged her too.
I hope this means something
I have a weird obsession with Omega & Crosshair (fave sibling duo in TBB). I FEEL Cross & Omega have a VERY strong bond (First shown in S1E1). He just doesn’t know it YET lol! ALWAYS been my prayer that they will be reunited & I think he will WANT to protect her from his love for her!
I’m still TERRIFIED what will happen to her! Hunter is her FATHER, BUT Cross is also meant to be her protector!
Thinking about Omega & Crosshair.
Omega’s in her teens, still learning, forever hungry for knowledge. She launches another shot with her bow, hitting the target dead in its centre. Hunter smirks, Wrecker cheers, Tech has a glisten in his eyes, and Echo pats her on the shoulder as he sends her praise. “I taught her that,” Crosshair sneers. Hunter rolls his eyes at him, but it’s nice to see that smugness in Crosshair’s eyes. The same smugness that Hunter has seen whenever Crosshair prises his brother, and now, he’s finally praising his sister. Sure, it’s taken years; years to amend what was once broken between Crosshair and his family, years for Crosshair to accept that he has yet another sibling, years to earn back his trust and loyalty. But they’ve finally managed it. “How was that?” Omega questions. Her question is direct, not missing a beat as she gawks at her brother - the tall and slender one, the one that she’s eager to earn respect from. “Better than last time,” Crosshair replies. “But we still need to work on your footing…” Crosshair begins, listing off the few minor details that she’s apparently missed. Has she really missed them? Or is Crosshair chalking up any excuse to try and bury how proud he is of her? Oh, he’s proud, but he’s not ready to accept that, nor show it.
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Love Languages: The Bad Batch and Sad Omega
Summary: Omega is sad and the guys try to show her some love, in their own unique ways.
Note: slightly AU.
Affirmation
"If the Kaminoans say I'm special, they'll always send someone after me. This won't ever stop." Omega wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and hunched over, as if trying to shrink into herself.
Echo frowned deeply, brow knitted with concern. He knelt down beside her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You are special, Omega. Be proud of that." He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry about anything else. We'll take care of the rest."
Acts of Service
"Omega?" Tech walked over to where the girl sat. What a dejected sight she was, alone in the shadows.
Omega looked up miserably.
Tech cleared his throat and handed her a comm device.
"I made this for you. With this, you will always have a way to contact us." Tech refrained from mentioning the close call she had with the bounty hunter on Pantora. The trauma was still too fresh.
Omega's face brightened and she took the comm device. "Thank you, Tech," she whispered as she regarded the commlink with utmost reverence.
Physical Touch
"What's the matter, 'mega?" Asked Wrecker. She sat huddled on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest, a forlorn look on her face.
"I'm just afraid they will never stop coming after me. After us." She looked up at him, worry creasing her features.
Wrecker squatted down in front of her, face serious. "Don't you worry about them," he said in a low, reassuring voice. "No one comes near you when we're around. Yeah!" He slammed his fist into his open palm. "We'll make sure of that!" He reached out a huge hand and ruffled Omega's hair boisterously, making the girl giggle and try to swat his hand away.
Giving Gifts
"Hey, Omega?" Hunter sat down beside her. She looked so helpless and lonely sitting in a dim corner on the Marauder's floor.
"Hi." She replied softly, eyes downcast. She had her arms so tight around her knees, it looked like she was trying to disappear into herself.
Seeing her like this tugged at his heart. He sighed, then remembered his purpose in coming. He took a deep breath and smiled.
"Close you eyes. I have a surprise for you."
She finally lifted her gaze. Sad brown eyes met his, and his smile nearly faltered. Hunter tried to convey as much warmth as he could with his expression.
Omega closed her eyes.
"Hold out you hand," he instructed. She did as told. Hunter gently placed a small wooden item in her hand. He watched as her mouth quirked up, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
She opened her eyes and her smile turned into a grin as she held up the small wooden tooka carving to her eyes. She picked it up and turned it over in her fingers slowly, mouth dropping open as she remarked at how perfectly carved and smooth and beautiful it was.
"Look at its little nose!" She squealed in delight. "Thank you so much Hunter!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
Hunter exhaled softly and hugged her back.
Quality Time
Crosshair observed the small figure sitting in a dark corner of the ship. His sharp eyes noted the gloomy look on her face and the occasional quivering of her lips. He looked away with the intent of ignoring her, but yet another shuddering breath drew his gaze back to her.
Annoyed, he spat out his toothpick and crossed the distance between them in three quick strides and scowled down at Omega.
"Alright. Spit it out. That's thrice already. What's wrong with you?"
Omega looked up, her eyes widening in fear when she saw his face. She quickly looked down and buried her face in her knees.
"Nothing," she mumbled. "I-I'm sorry," she added in a whisper.
He glowered down at her, hands crossed over his chest. She seemed to grow even smaller as she hugged her knees tightly, hunching over, face pressed tightly to her knees as if she was trying to sink into the floor.
Crosshair blew out his breath and shook his head, and quietly sank to the the floor; close enough to hear her, but not too close to intimidate her further. He hadn't missed her frightened expression earlier.
They sat in silence for some time; he chewing on his toothpick and she sighing to herself. At one point he thought she'd fallen asleep when the sighs stopped. He turned to check, and saw her staring at him with wide-eyed awe.
"What?" He snapped, raising an eyebrow.
She blinked. "Uhm..have you been sitting here long?" She ventured timidly.
"Long enough to know there's a problem." He shifted on the floor, stretching a leg out in front of him, and stared fixedly ahead.
From the corner of his eye he saw her mouth clamp shut, then open, then close again. With a final heaving sigh she turned and settled against the wall, leg sprawled out in a similar manner as his. She also rested her hands on her folded knee, just like he did. He snorted softly in amusement and gave her a sidelong look.
"Thanks for sitting with me," she finally said. "It was getting kinda lonely here."
They continued to sit in silence, companions in solitude.
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I have a weird obsession with Omega & Crosshair (fave sibling duo in TBB). I FEEL Cross & Omega have a VERY strong bond (First shown in S1E1). He just doesn’t know it YET lol! ALWAYS been my prayer that they will be reunited & I think he will WANT to protect her from his love for her!
I’m still TERRIFIED what will happen to her! Hunter is her FATHER, BUT Cross is also meant to be her protector!
i live and come back with a completely different fandom.
oops.
the quality looks a bit crunched- i swear it isnt just not zoomed in, atleast i hope 💔💔
additional doodles from not paying attention during class(es)
I rewatched the season finale and I want to cry again, but not only because of Tech.
Look how scared Omega is when Hemlock took her on Mt. Tantiss. She is all alone, grieving Tech, thinking Wrecker, Hunter and Echo were captured too, and she doesn't know what happened to them.
Nala Se, a woman who raised her, that was probably like a mother figure to Omega, now doesn't even say a word to her. Omega doesn't know where she is and why she was brought there.
Our little one may be capable, trained and skilled, but she is still a child. She is also in great pain right now. Without her brothers, she feels vulnerable and scared.
I want to cry, cause look at her being relieved to see Crosshair. No matter what has happened between them in the past, he is still her brother. And she is not alone in that scary place anymore.
And Omega being brought to Mt. Tantiss will be the reason for Crosshair to fight. They will become each other's hope and "the one I need to protect".
They are not alone anymore.
Hemlock: We have someone you might like to see. *brings Omega*
Crosshair: *pulling Omega towards him* Hurt her and I’ll kill you.
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.
Shameless self-promotion!
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 👀
Anyway here's some Crosshair and Omega sibling cuteness.
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There were more troopers on patrol that night. More than they’d 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 shouldn’t be a problem.
He paused to tap a quick message to Hunter’s 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 ‘accidentally’ get lost and stomped on by Wrecker.
Now, he could look on the bright side. The brat hadn’t deemed it necessary to talk to him yet-
“Hey, how do you do that?”
And there it was. Yeah. Right there.
Crosshair briefly regretted all his life choices as he felt himself bristle. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the kid’s presence by this point but her timing was still garbage. Echo was definitely going to miss that leg. He’d make sure of it.
“How do I do what?” 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:
“Usually when you have a toothpick in your mouth you make a ‘tsk’ sound when you wriggle it around. Like this:”
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: “But you’re not doing it now. How do you stop yourself from doing it?”
Really? They were doing this now?
“In case you haven’t noticed,” he bit out, “we’re in the middle of a mission.”
“Yeah, I know. But how do you stop yourself? I thought it was a nervous tic.”
“A nervous ti-?!” 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.
“You ever heard of the word ‘creepy’, kid?” he shot back and glued his eye back to the scope. They were lucky the guards hadn’t moved much in the meantime. If they had and Crosshair hadn’t 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 didn’t 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.
“You compartmentalize.” She instantly perked up next to him. “You take specific habits and teach your body to associate them with a physical state.”
“A physical state?”
He glared out of the corner of his eye. He was getting there.
“Posture, breathing, heartbeat,” His trigger finger flexed and the chalk-powdered skin caught on the glove’s fabric. “Tactile sensations. Once your body starts recognizing the signs, it puts you in the right mindset.”
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.
“That is so cool.”
“You know what’s not cool?”
“What?”
“The fact that you’re not compartmentalizing right now.”
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 they’d 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 couldn’t 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 light’s 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. Omega’s reaction was slower.
“There’s a light!”
He saw her point her binoculars at it.
“I know.”
“But it’s over there.” 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.
“I can see it,” he bit out, trying to do his job despite the literal child attached to his armor.
“But you’re not looking at it!”
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.
“Will you stay quiet if I tell you why?”
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.
“Hunter,” he commed his brother. “There’s an extension of the base that’s not on the holomaps. Direction northwest, into the rock. Careful, there may be more troops there.”
“Roger that.” Hunter’s 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 couldn’t. 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 couldn’t avoid his way out of this one.
“Your peripheral vision is more sensitive to light,” he said, “That’s why you see some things better in the dark when you’re not looking directly at them. Same goes for motion.”
Well, technically most people didn’t have any use for it since their peripheral vision was shit, unlike his, but she didn’t need to know that. It was a hollow victory though. She was practically vibrating with excitement now that she’d 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.
“What is it now?”
“I have another question” Obviously. “When 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?”
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. “Night vision peaks after 30 minutes of being in darkness. I have a shader function in my helmet-”
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Twenty minutes later they were still in the same place they’d started.
“If your night vision is better, does that mean your eyes are more light sensitive in general?”
“Yes.”
“So you not only see objects more clearly but everything looks brighter.”
“Yes.”
“Does that make it harder to sleep?”
A pause.
“…Yes.”
A surprised gasp. He was at the end of his tether.
“Are you done?” 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 hadn’t 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 hadn’t failed to notice the bounce in her step. The rest of the batch were already preparing for takeoff — quite leisurely so, they must have shaken off their pursuers — and Omega skipped to Hunter’s side as soon as he was in sight. Crosshair would have made fun of the mushy look that crawled on his face if he hadn’t done it a thousand times already.
“Well, you look excited.” Crosshair heard him say to Omega as he caught up.
“Did you know that your peripheral vision is more light sensitive than your central vision?” 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 Crosshair’s blood go cold.
“Zip it,” Crosshair growled in warning, only making Hunter’s 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 she’d 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 Omega’s 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.
“Crosshair! Are you going to bed?”
He answered her with a scowl. “Why do you care?”
As usual she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed and he watched her dive back into the little room, making a ruckus as she rummaged around for something. “Wait, I think it’s pretty much finished-”
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 couldn’t 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 – because it was a mask, a sleep mask – 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.
“Here!” Omega said proudly. “For your eyes – you said they bothered you when you sleep.”
He swallowed as he looked at the mask in his hands.
“Thanks.” His voice was hoarse.
“Do you like it?”
He blinked, determined not to let his voice crack.
“It’s fine.”
“Great! I hope you wear it.” 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 Hunter’s 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:
“Not. A. Word.”
It was said it as quickly as his pride allowed and he hurried to tug the mask over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch their stupid faces as they burst into giggles. The chortling didn’t stop after he’d settled into his bunk and he relished the rush of satisfaction when he kicked out his leg and it connected with Echo’s midriff, sending him sprawling to the floor with an ‘oof’. That’s 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.
“Guys,” Echo wheezed from the floor. “I think I got it.”
“Oh karking hell- ”
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There’s an actual game of whack a trooper online, go look it up I beg of you.
YAY I GOT MY FAVORITE BATCHER!!!!! Omega is my favorite and she is my favorite character besides Grogu of ALL TIME lol!!!!
Almost to Day: 460 days STRAIGHT on DUOLINGO learning Hawaiian!!!! Learning Hawaiian (lighthouses lol go with this too. HOPEFULLY one day I will step foot on one of the islands lol even if travel is awful for me physically and mentally lol), music (but of two of my favorite bands I won’t ever see is Linkin Park, not without Chester Bennington! BUT I still have a CHANCE to see Bring Me The Horizon as long as Oli Sykes is there lol!) and OF COURSE my Grogu and Omega from SW lol!!!! Two favorite characters of ALL time! But I do NEED Omega together with Crosshair as he is my FAVORITE sibling for Omega! For some reason I have a obsession with the two of them lol. To me it immediately started in S1E1, that MADE me feel like they have a very strong bond that we have been deprived of so far!
I really really wish I could find ANYTHING with Omega and Crosshair OR Grogu and Omega OR either of these duo’s BUT WITH ANYTHING AT ALL HAWAIIAN lol
I KNOW THAT HAWAIIAN ANYTHING Omega AND Cross, Omega AND Grogu, or really ANYTHING Omega will more an likely NEVER EVER HAPPEN!!!! (I do have a couple things that are Grogu and Hawaiian related lol but Omega seems to NOT BE LIKED as much, not as many products to be found anywhere:(… pics, Fanfictions (Cross and Omega specifically or Omega lol), PICTURES, FANFICTIONS, pjs, hair, jewelry, clothing, office, etc lol
IM SO SO SORRY FOR BOTHERING ANYONE OF YOU! I had a seizure (I THINK it was my more severe type, have two types of Epilepsy, so thinking and words are difficult! Chronic illness disabled veteran… I lost most my friends and even family due to my mental and physical pain/issues from both childhood and the military, etc… so I’m QUITE sorry again!).
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega & Emerie Karr (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega & Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Tech, Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Emerie Karr (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Royce Hemlock (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Phee Genoa, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 02 Spoilers, spoilers for the finale (ep 15 & 16), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crosshair Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Angst and Tragedy, Angst with a Happy Ending, hemlock is CREEPY, Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), fuck nala se, im coping, Clone Trooper Tech Lives (Star Wars), how is that already a tag, Flashbacks, baby clones :), Imprisonment, Human Experimentation, im giving Emerie a backstory, Medical Trauma, Aftermath of Torture, this is self indulgent, no clue what i'm going to do with this, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Medical Inaccuracies, Phee Genoa Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), They all need hugs, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts Summary:
Omega waits for Hunter. A lot happens in the meantime.
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SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 15 & 16 OF TBB S2!
Will someone please give this man a hug? He’s been through it.
I hope this is okay to ask for advice here :). I can’t seem to find a lot products (minus stuff like: shirts, funko, black series etc), pictures, Fanfictions, etc lol with Omega; hardly ANYTHING with Omega & Crosshair; but NOTHING at all with Omega & Grogu together!
My favorite characters of all time are Omega & Grogu in ANY fandom! I have this weird obsession with Omega & Crosshair as my favorite sibling duo in TBB. I have a fanfiction character with the name Crossa in it (stupid lol). I FEEL Cross & Omega have a very strong bond (shown in S1E1) & ALWAYS been my prayer that they will be reunited (which I believe even more now!). I’m still so incredibly terrified what will happen to her, but he WILL save her! Hunter is her FATHER, but Cross is meant to be her protector too! Wish I could find “Crossa” or her & Grogu ANYTHING!
IT HAS TO END WITH MY FAVORITE SIBLING DUO TOGETHER: Crosshair & Omega (My nickname for them from my Fanfiction is Crossa lol). I have a HUGE OBSESSION WITH THEM (esp Omega)
Omega & Grogu are my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE CHARACTERS OF ALL TIME! Can’t handle if either die!
My theory (probably wrong) is that Hunter may die saving Omega, Crosshair IS GOING TO SAVE OMEGA (& I think her him as well!) & GOING TO TAKE CARE OF HER!
I think there is a huge (biggest?!) connection between the two since S1E1?!?!
LOVE THIS!
Sometimes a family is a clone girl and her 5 dads: a knife-wielding tracker who looks like he can kill you (but probably won’t), a military droid cosplayer, a tech-savvy computer whiz, a bodybuilder who’s never skipped leg day, and a sharpshooter who is most likely to sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
I LOVE ANYTHING CROSSHAIR AND OMEGA!!!! I have this obsession with these two and they are my favorite characters especially anything that entails them together (drawings, Fanfictions etc)!!!!
Wish I could find more people to write or draw something, I have ran out of Fanfictions involving them or any sort of scene with them in it! I have this perfect idea for a drawing I want (really want it on a shirt but don’t think it will EVER be possible lol) and I have about 3 modern AUs and a bunch of current and future ideas for stories.
I definitely can NOT draw, don’t know if you can even do a shirt with the drawing on it, and I can’t write anymore properly with bad Epilepsy.
NEED MORE CROSSHAIR AND OMEGA DRAWINGS AND FANFICTIONS PLEASE!!!!!!
Hiii so I’ve been in love w/ sickfics and the art they inspire for a long time! Ik I would be burned at the stake as a witch for this but could u do some sick omega art plz? I live and breathe sick meggie atm and ur art is so adorbs so I would love if u did that 🖤❤️🤍 also get hype for ep 13 cuz I believe that will be a sick omega episode ok thx byeee
I will always jump at an opportunity to draw soft family moments with the Batch.
I imagine everyone pitching in to help when she feels under the weather. Hunter rubs her back when she is nauseous. Tech makes sure she gets medicine, Wrecker carries her everywhere, and she normally falls asleep on Echo.
I also have read in several places about Omega wearing one of their spare blacks as an extra set of clothing. And I love the idea that when she is sick and needs to be in some comfy clothes she puts one on. Its way too big for her, but its soft and warm and smells like family.
Need part two but don’t like the joke about giving her back (if omega heard/saw that I would feel like I am unwanted so hopefully that’s cleared up and not joked about especially since she’s a abused teenager who doesn’t need her older brothers talking about taking her back!).
Sorry I love Omega and she’s also been through hell! Every other clone got to be with at least one of their brothers but NOT Omega unfortunately....she was tested on the whole time and most importantly always alone and never allowed to be with her brothers! It’s actually pretty heartbreaking if you ask me!
Can’t wait to read part two though I’m just very protective of her because of the HELL she’s been through ALL alone and no love or support in the slightest!
This two-parter is once again deticated to the wonderful modern batch art of @transformersluna
I will soon be posting these on Archive of our own but I have to wait on that little mail thingy.
Ps: english is not my first language so please dont be too disappointed in my writing but I wanted as many people as possible to be able to read what I write.
TBB-Part of growing up (Part 1)
Clutching the steering wheel tightly with his white knuckled hands, he parked on the side of the road leading to the house of Omega's friend Hera. The two met after Omega's prolonged period of isolation at school and soon became inseparable. So it was no surprise that Hera, who was throwing a big party (supervised, of course) for her 15th birthday, made Omega her special festivities coordinator.
When Hunter dropped her off there that afternoon, he promised to pick her up again, no later than 9 p.m. Rolling her eyes and pointing out that she wasn't a baby anymore that needed constant supervision, they finally agreed on 9:30 p.m. Wide victory smile, she skipped up the stairs to Hera's house and fell into her friend's arms on the porch. Hera's father behind them putting up garlands and fairy lights on the porch roof. He waved at Hunter with a friendly smile, and of course Hunter returned the gesture. And with another wave from Omega, he started the car and drove back home. Biting his lips, he thought of her last words.
-Hunter I'm not a baby anymore-
Something strange twisted in his chest at those words, accompanied by the usual turmoil of guilt. If only they had taken her out of Nala Se's poisonous hands sooner. He refused to call her a mother for what she did to each of them. But that was all over now, and Tech had already told him at least 100 times that, technically, since he didn't know about Omega at all until, she was 9 years old, it wasn't his fault.
However, after they learned of her existence, the top priority was to get her out of the abusive household of Nala Se as soon as possible. This turned out to be much more difficult than anticipated. A long uphill battle that Hunter and his brothers fortunately won. Omega had had to overcome a lot since then. But she had always been able to count on each of them. All Hunter ever wished for her was that she could have a normal childhood and grow up protected. Only, unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to start that sooner. Bittersweet. He knew everything was better now.
He heard someone shouting behind him and stared into the rearview mirror. A shock of blond hair crept up to the side of the blue work truck. Turning around she waved once more and then reached for the driver's door.
''You're late.'' he sighed, eyebrows raised.
''Just-'' she turned her left wrist ''15 minutes. Sorry,'' she hissed. The apology only half-serious and delivered in a Chrosshair eske tone. He didn't even had to look at his sister, her eye roll almost audible. Defiance graced her face. He shook his head. She seemed to be downright looking for trouble with her brothers lately. Hunter remembered that teenage years were unpleasant but staying calm about a behavior he wouldn't let any of his brothers get away with was particularly challenging. Cross, to everyone's surprise, seemed to be the best at dealing with it. Showed her patience and understanding when no one else had any left. Hunter envied him for that.
Eventually it all would pass, Echo had said, and he clung tightly to that. Swallowing, he turned his head toward her.
''How was it?" he tried to start again.
''Great-'' Her voice sounded dishonest and pressed but for some reason Omega tried to fool him with a smile. She slid down in the passenger seat and leaned her head against the window. -not a good sign- Her features twitched whenever a streetlight illuminated her face. At the next traffic light, he eyed her more closely. Her nose was slightly red, her eyes glassy and dull. An outsider would probably not have noticed this, but Hunter knew better. No something was definetly up. -Was that why she was late?-
''You want to tell me what's going on?’’ His free hand reached for hers but she was faster and quickly slipped it into her jacket pocket. A sting to his heart. ''No. I just want to go home.'' A mixture of exasperation and anger. He pressed his lips together and nodded. With the radio murmuring softly in the background, he began to think.
Was it time for her monthly thing again? He thought back - A quick math break later established not for another two weeks or so- that couldn’t be it then. He cast her a suspicious look out of the corner of his right eye. When that became an issue some time ago, he was very grateful that Tech had taken over that particular conversation. He was very nonchalant and matter of fact about these kinds of situations and everyone, including Omega, appreciated that.
Something seemed to slide heavily into his stomach. He swallowed hard against it. What if someone tried to make advances on her? What if she tried to fight back? He kept hearing on the news that all kinds of things like that happened to young women. Why had he let her go to that stupid party? He growled.
''Hunter- I think Wrecker would prefer if you leave the steering wheel in the car.'' Omega turned to him with a startled look. He looked at his cramped hands which seemed to have parked the car by themselves in front of their house. Unease shook him to his very core. Something seemed to snap behind his pupils.
''We're going to talk about this now.'' his voice almost shouting in the standing car. She put on a pouty face. Her specialty. ''It can't go on like this. We're all not going to take this much longer, and you know that very well.'' Any bottled-up frustration seemed to spill out of him all at once. He knew it wasn't fair to take it out on someone half his age but he couldn't help himself. Maybe a good scolding would finally get her to open up. Heart hammering in his chest, he turned in the seat with his whole body facing her. He saw her blink heavily, heard a gulp and immediately regretted what he was doing. ''Omega-'' he started softly. But it was already too late.
She fled out the door, huffing and sniffling, and slammed the car shut with way more force than needed. He jumped out of the truck and tried to catch up with her. But she was faster. Without taking off her shoes or petting Gonky, she trudged loudly up the stairs to her room.
''Hello?’’ Echo's voice faded from the left side of the house cut off by the slamming of the upper bathroom door.
"LEAVE the house alone, will Ya?" Hunter called after her. He heard something muffled yelling back at him but for everyone’s sake he ignored it.
Hunter's footsteps came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. The squeak from the upper floors attic stairs announced her withdrawal. With another heavy sigh, he sat down on the steps and began to take off his shoes. The little Cat coming closer. Her green eyes sparkling. She meowed softly. ''Hey Gonky-" he stretched his hand further out. ,,Don’t worry. I didn’t forget about you.'' the little grey cat pressed her head affectionately against his shin. He nuzzled the back of her neck with his fingertips. Purring loudly, he lifted her in his arms and went into the living room to join his brothers.
"Well, that didn't seem to go over nicely." Tech chided. His eyes fixated on Hunters expression. He shrugged his shoulders, sitting down beside him. Gonky still in his arms.
"Seems to be her new usual if you ask me." He stared at the TV, not realizing it was turned off. "I cant seem to get through to her." He lowered his eyes on the cat. His breath hitched. "I yelled at her."
Wrecker gasped, Echo and Techs expressions remained neutral patiently waiting for him to continue with his confession. "And Echo before you try to lecture me- I know I shouldn't have. But I tried to guilt trip her to telling me what her problem with us is." The little cat massaged his chest with tandem movements. A short silence with muffled sounds above them followed.
Ever the observant one, Tech said "You shouldn't take hormonal imbalances evoked by adolescence too personal Hunter." His tone offering neither solace nor rebuke. He picked his crossword puzzle back up and scribbled a word into the white squares. Echo leaned forward, facing him. "She'll come around. She always does." He had a reassuring smile to offer, and Hunter took it gladly. His brother was right. He knew that. Even after a particularly bad mood swing, she still searched the company of her brothers. But Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that this was different. He anticipated the worst.
Trying not to startle Gonky he fumbled in his back pocket for his cell. Message from Cross bright on his screen. A gif from their conversation earlier. Too bad he worked night shifts. He could have needed his youngest brother right now. Hunter clicked the icon and typed.
Is it too late to give her back?
Seconds later, a speech bubble appeared. Three smiley faces with tears of laughter.
Fire station? Give me 15 minutes tops. Every word pinched with sarcasm.
Don’t be late. He jokingly wrote and added a scrouchy face for good measure. Clearly trying to overshadow his own insecurities he felt when it came to her parentage. Damn he loved his little sister, but she could push him to his limits, that was for sure. Cross typing again, Hunter hoped it would be something beneficial. But because it was Crosshair he was talking to; he knew it wouldn’t be.
Don't bash your heads in until I get back. I have to hold the camera after all. A gif of a monkey cartoon character swinging his wooden bat. Have to work now. Fucking nighttime walk-throughs.
Huffing he clicked the power button of his cell. Gonky slowly awoke from her tandem movements and began to creep across Hunter's lap between Tech and his crossword puzzle, which he had since finished. They heard heavy footsteps again, complemented by the crashing sound of glass and a loud drawn-out groan. What had gotten into her? Before the party she had seemed ok. Fine even, more than usual in the recent weeks.
His pulse raced as he rose from the couch. Tech pushed Gonky off his lap. ''I'll be right behind you.'' Hunter held him back with one hand and shook his head. No. he had to fix this on his own. To make her feel better about what the hell was bothering her. Starting now.
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