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The Bad Batch go to the Zoo

Omega

Runs around, looking at all the animals. She loves the tropical birds, is a bit nervous about the huge venomous snake, and really wants to pet the lions

She asks Hunter and Echo for every snack she sees - she wants to try everything. Echo insists everything is too expensive (he scoffs at the prices) When Echo is distracted by Tech info dumping, Hunter lets her and Wrecker get cotton candy

She asks Tech dozens of questions about each animal, which he is happy to answer. When he doesn't know the answer, he adds it to a list of topics for Omega to learn about in her studies

Crosshair helps her pet a giraffe (don't ask)

Hunter

He is obsessed with the chameleon and, oddly enough, the armadillos (he thinks they're cute when they run).

The smells and noise in some of the areas overwhelms him and he spends most of the time staying away from these smells. His brothers understand when he has to step away from an exhibit.

Wrecker

He loves to see all of the animals, although it makes him sad that they're all in cages.

He insists he made friends with a gorilla (after talking to it and copying it's movements)

He now wants a bear as a pet, which both Hunter and Echo said no to and Tech strongly advised against. Crosshair comes up to him later and tells him he can get him a bear cub...for a price. Wrecker can't tell if Crosshair's kidding or not. He's not

Echo

Echo spends most of the time making sure no one wanders off and gets lost. In the end, he puts a tracker on Tech's datapad and the back of Omega's shirt (for the two who get lost the easiest).

He likes the giraffes best and thinks the printing on them is fascinating.

Tech

He spends most of his time taking notes of the different animals he sees and answering Omega's questions.

He loves all of the different fact sheets on the exhibits, but notices that they are often very incomplete. He tries to locate a zookeeper to complain about the discrepancies, but Hunter doesn't let him.

He likes to stop and watch the animals, though he knows this is not their natural habitat. He had to get dragged away from the monkey exhibit (they are just so much like humans) and the octopus exhibit (they are such intelligent creatures).

Crosshair

He lets Tech info dump him about the animals without much complaint. He's the one who has to drag Tech away so that they can see more than one animal in each area and so they can keep up with Omega (who's excited to see everything)

He pretends to not enjoy himself, but lets Omega drag him along to each exhibit and even gives her the occasional smile.

Omega (with the help of Wrecker) drags him onto the carousel and makes him ride it. After that he is cranky and ready to leave.

Batcher

She was allowed in because she is a certified emotional support service dog (for the whole batch).

She loves all the interesting new smells and runs along, often with Omega, but sometimes with Echo or Hunter.

2, 7 and 10 for the ask game

(10 was my question :D)

Congrats on the 200 followers by the way and thank you so much for organising this in the first place. You are a real legend!

Anyways have a good day 😊

@waywardsou2

Aww! Thanks so much! I am so thrilled getting to do this challenge with all of you! So THANK YOU for joining me...this event wouldn't be what it is without all you awesome participants ♥️

[[Questions from the Bad Batch 20 Questions]]

Question 2: Who is your favorite character from the show and why?

It's so hard to choose a favorite character 😭 I have LOVED Crosshair's character arc since episode 1...it reminds me of Zuko's redemption arc from TLA, and I am absolutely here for it!

But each Batcher has a special place in my heart for so many unique reasons. When all the rumors were going around about which member(s) would potentially die in the finale, I fretted over each of them...I love all my clone boys!

Question 7: If you needed a Bad Batcher to help you commit a crime, who would it be?

I'd probably try to get Echo to help me out...whether or not he actually would is up for debate 🥲

Question 10: What is one strange head canon you have about any of the Bad Batchers that you haven't seen anywhere else?

Hmmmm...I don't know that I have a unique head canon for any of the characters. Well, maybe one that unique is that I said that Hunter embroiders his bandanas in my story Embroidered Skulls 😂

Thanks for the questions @waywardsou2

He looks good though! He looks uncertain about what's in front of him and that's on point!

Crosshair from last night

Big brother Tech!

Detail Work

Read here on Ao3!

Author’s Note: This elderly story is the second Bad Batch fanfic I ever wrote that I only posted on Archive of Our Own and never on Tumblr (except as a link). I’ve decided I wanna cross-post my older works 🫶 More older (read rougher) fics to come 😅

Rated: G | Words: 1204 | Summary: Omega asks for Tech’s help.

Omega sat with her arms folded on the table, her head pillowed on them comfortably, watching Tech work in companionable silence. The others had gone on a supply run earlier that morning, and Tech was using the quiet as an opportunity to delve into some of his lesser important projects. Currently, this consisted of rewiring the comm in his helmet to allow him the ability to switch between frequencies more smoothly. While GAR regulations had not deeply affected his willingness to alter equipment, it had put a damper on it – especially when Echo joined the batch. He never thought Echo would necessarily “tattle” on him, but there had always been a wary glint in Echo’s eye that made Tech keep his more daring improvements secret from the ARC Trooper.

He had no such qualms now.

“You’re really good at twisting the wires around like that,” Omega said suddenly.

Tech acknowledged her with a hum.

“You’re good at detail work, aren’t you?” Omega asked, although it was not really a question.

“I like to think so,” Tech agreed, not looking up from his work.

“Better than anyone else I’ve ever seen,” Omega continued.

Tech finally spared a glance in Omega’s direction, eyes narrowed. He had a feeling that this line of conversation was going in the direction of – as Wrecker called it – attempting to “butter him up” with the intent of getting something she wanted. After a pause, he said, “Thank you, Omega. I appreciate your confidence in my work.”

Omega didn’t lift her head from her arms but smiled at him shyly.

“My hair is getting pretty long,” Omega said, changing the subject abruptly.

“Hmm, yes,” Tech agreed, tossing another glance in her direction. “I suppose we should consider cutting it soon to be a more manageable length.”

To his surprise, Omega bristled, sitting up straight. “I can manage it this long,” she said coldly. “I’m not complaining about it. Besides, Hunter’s hair is even longer than mine and he manages just fine.”

Confused by Omega’s suddenly heated tone, Tech wondered if he had missed something, replaying the brief conversation in his head to find his mistake. Perhaps he had misunderstood her comment about the length of her hair? He should have responded positively rather than try to correct a perceived problem. Ah.

“I apologize, I did not mean to imply that you could not manage the current length of your hair,” he intoned awkwardly.

Omega’s furrowed face smoothed out, and she smiled again, shrugging off the accidental slight. Tech relaxed, appreciative that he had managed to avoid a crisis of emotions without his more emotionally intelligent brothers present.

“That’s alright,” Omega said brightly.

“I believe,” Tech said carefully, “that you were making a point...about your hair?”

“Yes,” Omega agreed readily, “I think that it is finally long enough to braid!”

Tech considered her hair length with his analytical mind. “I believe you are correct,” he said.

“So,” Omega said, seemingly encouraged by his words, “I was wondering – since you are good with detail work – if you could do it? Braid my hair?”

And there it was. The entire point of the conversation, which had, in reality, never diverted from its original course. Tech had to give the girl credit for catching him completely off guard, especially in the fact that he was struggling with denying her simple and trusting request.

Her eyes stared straight into his, sparkling with hope and determination.

“Ah, yes, well,” Tech stammered, his project now completely forgotten in his hands. “Well,” he tried again, “I am afraid I don’t know how to braid hair.”

“That’s okay,” Omega said smoothly, as if she’d expected as much. She held up a datapad she’d had in her lap. “I found instructions. They are very comprehensive." The last word was stilted, as though she were ensuring she said it correctly.

She really had thought of everything.

Tech gave her a wry smile. “How long have you been planning on enlisting me to braid your hair, Miss Omega?”

Omega grinned, averting her gaze to the pad in her hands. “Maybe since I found out the others were going to be gone on a supply run a few days ago?”

He appreciated that she had planned it around their brothers not being present. While he was certain they would not be unkind about Tech braiding Omega’s hair, he imagined that they would feel obliged to lightheartedly rib him a bit on the subject...as brothers do.

“I suppose I had better start reading these instructions then,” Tech said, taking the datapad from her.

***

The smile that lit up Omega’s face made his heart warm with sentimental emotion. No wonder his brothers were so easy to persuade into her whimsical schemes – her happiness was most contagious and addicting.

After some trial and error, Tech was finally able to sit back and admire his work. While Omega had been correct in assessing that Tech was proficient in what she called “detailed work”, hair was a much more delicate medium than he was accustomed to. Hair seemed to have a mind of its own, going every which way while his fingers clumsily tried to reign it in. Granted, his attempts were undoubtedly better than what any of his brothers might have managed given the same task.

“I believe I have finally finished,” Tech said, giving one of her braids a gentle and playful tug.

They were very short at the ends, but since he had started the braids at her hairline, it made the braids look ornate although the tails barely went past the nape of her neck.

“Oh!” Omega breathed, reaching up, her hands carefully touching her hair, feeling the plaits with her fingers, and tracing them down to the ends. “I’m going to look in the mirror!” She jumped up and ran to the ‘fresher, Tech trailing behind her.

She stood on tip toe to peer into the reflective metal plate attached above the sink. It was hardly reflective anymore, dented and scraped to the point that Omega’s reflection was disfigured and dull. She didn’t voice her disappointment over not being able to see Tech’s hard work, but her shoulders sagged a bit at the realization.

Tech quickly came up with a solution. “What if I take a holopic?” he asked. “Then perhaps you might see it in more detail.”

Omega could barely stand still long enough for him to take a clear pic before she was scrambling to take the datapad out of his hands and examine it. “Wow,” she gasped, her voice soft, “they look even better than I imagined! Thank you so much, Tech!”

“You are most welcome,” Tech responded with a smile, and before he could catch himself or think better of it, he added, “And should you need help again in the future, I would be happy to assist.”

Omega put the datapad down on the table and threw her arms around Tech’s waist, hugging him tight. “I’m so happy that I have a brother like you,” she said, squeezing impossibly tighter.

Tech chuckled and patted the top of her head, careful not to disturb the woven tresses. “And I am most grateful to have a sister like you.”

END

She's the favorite sibling 😊

Hunter: Crosshair isn’t answering his comm

Omega: I’ll comm him

Hunter: Echo and I have both tried six times each, what makes you think he’ll-

Crosshair: Hello?

Oh! O-ok. B-but what about the person who ordered them?

Did someone order killer brownies?

Looks around and becomes nervous

Oh, uh, nevermind, I-I think I have the wrong place.

Quickly walks away

Sorry!

Uh-uh-uh. *Whistles.*

Stop right there, little bird. Somethin’ smells good.

What do you have there?

by simonemoses_photography

He needs all the hugs dang it!!!

I can’t get over how for a good chunk of Season 3 Crosshair is trying to convince Omega, his brothers, and himself that he’s a bad guy and should be left behind, allowed to sacrifice himself, etc. and the whole time all anyone is seeing is this:

👀👀👀 I've had a few of those moments myself... Glad it's just not me!

Okay so no one is probably going to belive me on this, but the first clone oc I ever made was named "Sharp" and he was a defective clone with blue eyes/awesome eyesight that made him a good sniper. This was YEARS before The Bad Batch was even teased.

The way I was flabbergasted when I found out about Crosshair and how I had basically predicted him was absolutely insane.