Hunter - Blog Posts

One of upcoming characters. Evelar wandering hunter, who will be featured on some future artwork. He is one of darkarian species. Who looks like anthro dragons, but actually not related to dragons in any way. And they do not like being mistaken. Evelar is part of "Sun" supspecies, who lives in region which consist mostly savannas and deserts. They can sustain extreme heat and are closer to fire element. Many of them gifted fire mages. Soon i will upload more sketches of this species and more background about them.

Something for the Tech fans (including me. I am a Tech fan)

Okay, so I know that the ship I write for isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But there are some scenes that don’t involve the ship that I’m really proud of and I think would appeal to a wider audience. So I’m going to start posting scenes that I really like with enough context for things to make sense. 

For my regular followers and readers, this will be things that you’ve seen before.

Today’s sample!

Tech has a breakdown

The context:

In a world where Order 66 kind of happens, but Anakin doesn’t turn and starts an early rebellion with the clones, Omega is kidnapped by bounty hunters sent by the Empire in order to win Nala Se’s cooperation. The Bad Batch works with Anakin’s rebellion in the hopes of finding some clue of her whereabouts. They’ve found the bounty hunters who took Omega: Taja and Admani Desai, Togruta siblings who were lied to by Nala Se and have agreed to help the Batch find Omega. Tech especially has taken this badly, spending weeks pushing himself to his limit trying to crack the deeper Imperial codes in order to find Omega. Taja has formed a connection with Tech as they’ve worked together, empathizing with him as she has lost siblings as well. Crosshair has also never left the Batch.

That should be everything! I hope you enjoy!

Tech stared at the information on his datapad. He did not understand it. He needed to understand it. He tightened his grip on the datapad and tried to focus on each character one at a time. 

It did not help that he could hear the others talk quietly on the other end of the ship. He would not be here if Hunter had not forbidden him from finding somewhere he could do his work in peace.

It took far too long for him to realize that the pad was telling him his latest attempt at cracking the Imperial's secrets was unsuccessful.

Tech swore.

Frustration and anger like he had rarely felt before consumed his chest. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he do this simple kriffing thing?

"Tech." 

The rage he felt at himself redirected at the interruption. 

"What is it?" Tech snapped.

"You need to take a break." Hunter said.

He and Wrecker had approached Tech.

"No." Tech said. "What I need is to succeed. I need to find a way to bypass their security."

Burning tears sprang to his eyes. He furiously dug the heel of his palm under his goggles to press them away.

"It needs to work." He mumbled. "I need it to work."

"Give me your data pad." Hunter said. 

Tech pulled away from him. 

"No." He said. "I can continue. I am fine."

"You're not." Hunter said. "You haven't slept or eaten in a rotation and you've barely gone to the fresher. Give me the data pad. That's an order." 

Tech pulled it away from him.

“Come on, Tech.” Wrecker said, reaching for the pad. “Don’t-”

“If you touch this, I will destroy Lula.” Tech said. “If you cared for Omega a fraction of how you dote on that idiotic toy, we would not have lost her!”

Wrecker drew back as if punched. Shame mingled with Tech’s anger and frustration as he saw the wounded look in Wrecker’s eyes. Crosshair, Hunter, and Echo were staring at him. He could feel their disapproval. Crosshair opened his mouth and Tech knew he could not hear the words his brother would throw at him.

Tech tucked his datapad to his chest and fled.

The sunlight of Yavin IV blinded him momentarily. He hurried across the landing area and to the main temple. Surely there would be somewhere he could hide from his brothers' anger and censure. 

He found himself in a cold, dark stone room. There was nothing in it save a few containers of spare equipment. Good. He could be alone here.

Tech held out his datapad with trembling hands. He still felt a pang when he saw the negative result there. He took a deep breath. He could do this. He had to.

The next six attempts were failures.

He was a failure.

Tech hurled the datapad at the wall. The crunch of the screen breaking made no dent in his miasma of emotions. 

It wasn't working and he had hurt Wrecker and Omega was still out of reach-

The words ran over and over in his head, interrupted only by thoughts of worthless and failure. 

Tech fell to his knees and curled in on himself. Shameful tears stung his eyes. For the first time since Omega was taken, for the first time since he was a child, Tech cried. He dug his fingernails into his arms as he sobbed. The pain was welcome. 

The door opened and Tech cringed away from the light. There was no one that he wished to be the one to find him. The regs would be cruel and even worse, his brothers would attempt to help him.

He waited for the questions, the demands.

What are you doing?

Why are you in here?

Are you crying?

Come out of there.

 None came. The door closed again, leaving Tech in the soothing darkness. There was no silhouette joining him in the room when he looked up. 

Tech curled up again on the floor, trying to keep his mind away from what had pushed him to this state. He let it go blank, and the world seemed to disappear from around him.

Voices jolted Tech back to reality. He sat up, unsure of where he was. To his surprise, a blanket fell off of his shoulders. He looked around and slowly the memory of his breakdown came back to him. 

But then- where did the blanket come from? If his brothers had found him, they would have taken him back to the Marauder. Tech became more confused as he picked up a ration bar and a canteen that had not been there before. He would have thought it was Omega if she were not gone. It was something she would do.

The voices outside sounded again and this time Tech could distinguish the words.

"Ma'am, I need you to stand aside now." 

That was a trooper's voice.

"I'm under orders from Clone Force 99." A familiar, melodic voice said. "No one is to enter this room."

Taja?

Tech got to his feet. He hesitated, and then picked up his broken data pad from the floor.

"Uh huh." The trooper said. "Why don't I just comm Sergeant Hunter and see if that's true."

"That won't be necessary." Tech said, opening the door. 

His ears had not deceived him. It was Taja standing as if on guard duty outside the closet door. 

"She was doing me a favor. I needed some quiet for my research." Tech was surprised with how steady his voice was.

The clone trooper looked between the two of them before shrugging and moving on.

Tech wanted to speak the moment the guard was out of earshot, but found himself unable. The shame of the moment seemed to seep in. She had seen him at his lowest. Words seemed inconsequential in the wake of it.

The long moments dragged before he finally managed to speak.

"How did you know?" He asked.

He did not understand. She should have left him alone. Tech was sure that most of the individuals at the base would have done so, or, if they cared to, have gotten his brothers.

Taja's pale green eyes met his and he averted his gaze. 

"My sister would have similar episodes." She said. "I assumed you did not need more stimulation.

Tech didn't know quite how to reply. He merely pressed his broken datapad to his chest.

"Thank you." He finally mumbled. 

"I am glad to help." Taja replied. 

Tech cleared his throat.

"I was unaware you and your brother had returned." He said.

Taja nodded.

"We have been in contact with some of the leaders of the Rebellion, concerning the increasing number of slavers in the galaxy." She said. "We have come to discuss the possibility of raiding a slave camp near here."

"And by some of the leaders, you mean General Skywalker." Tech said.

Taja smiled.

"Too clever by half." She said.

For the first time since Omega was taken, Tech felt a faint urge to smile.

That urge fled when a loud voice cracked through the air.

"Tech!"

Wrecker was barreling towards them. Taja took a step back as he drew near. He skidded to a stop in front of them, looking between them with his brow creased with worry. He lifted his hands, as if he wanted to grab Tech in a hug, which he probably did. Tech was glad that he abstained.

"You okay?" Wrecker asked. "It's been hours and we couldn't find you."

Tech felt some of his guilt return at Wrecker's concerned tone.

"I apologize." He muttered. "I did not intend-"

"It’s okay!" Wrecker said quickly. "I’m not mad, you know. Just worried."

He paused. 

"We're all worried, Tech." 

Tech looked down at the ground. His wretchedness that he had forgotten for a moment returned in full force. 

"I do not understand." He finally said. "Omega is gone. How can you stand not doing anything?"

Wrecker looked again as if Tech had hit him and more guilt piled onto Tech. 

"Cause I can't do anything." Wrecker said. He sounded close to tears. "I'm not smart like you. If I could help Omega by blowin' things up, or taking apart a bomb, or punching something, I would. But I can't."

"Then you understand that my work is of the utmost importance." Tech said. "I am the only one who can find her."

"Maybe." Wrecker said. "The Rebellion still might find somethin' out. But Tech, what would Omega say if she saw you doing this yourself?"

Tech knew exactly how she would react. Her eyes would go wide. He could hear her voice.

"Tech!" She would say. 

And it would be all she needed to say.

"I miss her." Tech said.

"Me too." Wrecker said. 

Tech became aware of Taja looking between them. 

"If I may," She said. "I understand what you are going through. You hurt, you are angry. You feel that the hole in your heart will never be filled."

Tech blinked at her astute description of how he was feeling. Taja looked at him. 

"It will not be this painful forever." She said. "But regardless, your sister is alive. There is hope."

"Yeah!" Wrecker said. "We're gonna find her and we're gonna bring her home, okay?"

Tech looked between Taja and Wrecker. For once, he felt no urge to contradict Wrecker or point out the probability.

"Okay." He said.

"I must go." Taja said. "Admani and I have our meeting."

Tech nodded to her. She smiled back. He liked it when she smiled. 

"So, is she your girlfriend?" Wrecker whispered as Taja disappeared around a corner.

Tech frowned.

"That is not the nature of our relationship." He said.

Wrecker grinned in a way that Tech was not fond of. 

"Uh huh." Wrecker said.

Tech shook his head. 

Romance and partners were never something that Tech had considered. They were clones bred to fight a war. The things that other beings considered natural were not options for them. Even now, Tech had far more pressing matters than whether or not he had a partner. It was even difficult for him to conceptualize.

Though, when it came to potential mates, he could do far worse. She was pleasing to the eye, even with her disfigurement. Perhaps more so because of it. She stood with pride, as if challenging others to mention it. 

He found her coloring aesthetically pleasing and her eyes striking. She was intelligent, worked well with him, and also seemed to understand how Tech's mind worked. And she cared about him, for whatever reason.

No, he doubted he could do better when it came to a possible partner.

He doubted she felt the same way. It was one thing to help him with his troubles and to be a good mission partner. It was quite another to consider Tech in a romantic light. Tech had no data on how partners he found attractive reacted to him. But he had a feeling that any testing would not end with the results he wanted.

Here’s a little sneak peek of the two official people of the little au I’m doing I couldn’t resist showing hehe

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I made some doodles of the gang just having a beach day, still working on a full outfit for robin for the Summer event.

I need to work on robins hair… welp time to workshop

Guys i dont have a lot of energy to finish chapter one so im just cutting it to 2 parts, the second will be in chapter 2 and will be in the episode when the Tsunami happened on Pabu. The OCs will be shown in future chapters but will be shown in art for now, and maybe in one-shots that might and might not be pat of Free Bird canon.

More than “Friends”…?

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(It’s already midnight for me but idc I don’t have enough sleep anyway 🤡)

I found this incomplete doodle on my procreate, this is golden.

Two of the same mind

Ignore the text, I was in a summer art class.

Should I finish this???

If I could go back in time, it would be this one…🩵

“Happy birthday, cyar’ika…”

Hunter~

(Totally just friendly affection 👀)

🩵i’m gonna make a Tag list! (ask if you also want a tag!)🩵

Knight clones are on my mind, while I listen to The Ithaca saga on Spotify 🩵

Which clone would fit this song???😅

It’s late and I should be asleep… but…

A new character will be revealed soon. They might be in the way of Robin and Hunters relationship… yeah. ❤️‍🔥

Btw once RLF (Robins Lost Files) Part one is out for a few days

Since I couldn’t find it I think I’ll make an au of my own of the boys being noble or royalty, I already have a c.ai chat on my account and I’m still testing the Ver. 2 out before I post it

Too Sweet for a Sarge

Part 1(?)

(Hunter X F!reader)

My first!!

Might be a part 2 (?)

I have been working hard on this one shot or smt and hope you all like it❤️

Heads-up: Fluff, kissing, Hunter is such a dad, matchmaker Omega, helpless Hunter, thinking of you too much 😳, cringe(?), omega being more of an older sister she is to Hunter, might go into she or you, Sorry it’s my first! 😂

Summary:

Omega always noticed how Hunter looks at you, the way his lips would turn up and eyes twinkle a bit whenever you laugh or enter the room. So she decides to take matters into her own hands. 😈

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Song reference: Love me by Fia

It’s always brand new to me

See, the butterflies, my palms get sweaty

My thoughts and my heart stay heavy

You got this Kinda affect on me…

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“Huntah?”

Hunters ears picks up as the little blonde girl Omega comes into the marauder after a visit with you, Omega would always be with you whenever he or the guys were too busy to watch omega as they help around the village of Pabu.

Ever since they came to visit Pabu months ago and during the Tsunami and rebuilding on Pabu Island they had met you.

You had given them a thank you gift of baked goods from your family’s bakery on upper Pabu which was greatly and safely unharmed from the Tsunami disaster, Hunter never thought you would come into his life, or even knew about it, there was something of you that made him think of you more often than a friendly relationship you both had grown. But he didn’t really overthink it that much

Omega would always go to your family’s bakery to make sweets and such, you always welcome her in as you both make a mess in the kitchen or either make a delicious treat to share with others. He once tried a treat yourself and Omega had created when he went to visit.

But whenever you would go visit them and hand him a treat, he would feel his knees numb up when his eyes would trace the outlines and contour of your face… the way the sun hits your eyes and skin making a soft glow over them… your smile… the light tint on your face when he compliments you… you…

You. You. You. You. You. You—

“Hunter?”

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts of you and felt his face flush red as he looked at Omega, he hoped omega won’t question.

“Yeah, kid?”

He asked the small clone girl as he runs his trembling hand over his flustered face, the face of a man being caught in his thoughts.

Omega raised a brow and step fully into the marauder, reading his face and seeing her brother in his state of embarrassment.

“I just came back from hanging around with (Y/n), are you okay? You look red…”

Kriff.

He rubs his face again and sighed before looking at Omega, he knew he was caught and regrets it.

“Nothing to worry about kid, you go wash up for bed, it’s already late don’t you think?”

“But it’s the afternoon—“

“You heard me.”

Omega groans and walks to the small room in the haul of the marauder to pick her clothes up and head up to the small refresher of the ship, making a sarcastic salute before saying.

“Sir yes sir…”

Hunter huffs a soft chuckle though his nose, he couldn’t believe of how long it’s been… Omega had changed and he wished nothing will ever change that.

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“Come on Hunter!”

He looks around the area, a breeze of wind in his way as he watched Omega run with Wrecker through the beach, Tech and Echo talking about whatever they had in mind, the scent of the ocean filled his senses in is nose…

And a soft hand, smaller compared to his large and rough calloused hand brushing his.

He looked down to see you in a white dress, shoulders bare and feet against the sand, your sandals in your occupied hand as you weaved your hand in his, he squeezed your hand softly and smile down at you.

“Hunter…?”

“Yeah…?”

You look up at him and smile, your mouth opens to say something until he felt a jab on his side.

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“HUNTER!”

He jolted up and saw that Omega was waking him up, he groaned and rubbed his face with his hand and look at Omega with a moody look.

“What kid…?”

Omega smiles and points at the small plate of treats on one of the built in tables of the marauder.

“She brought us food this morning, you should’ve seen her! She was wearing a pretty floral dress and she had a hibiscus in her hair! She was so pretty!”

His eyes went wide as she said of your visit, he missed a precious moment and you had already gone.

“Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve said hi or something”

Omega shook her head and picked up a cupcake from the plate with a white and blue frosting covering the vanilla cake under, with a small coat of pearl candies on it.

“I was about to when she came over, she said it was okay and she didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”

Hunter felt his face grow a light shade a pink.

You’re too sweet for me…

As Hunter thought Omega started to notice signs…

Her brother was in love with you.

She smirked after she finished her cupcake before throwing it in the trash, she began to head to the ramp of the marauder but Hunter spoke up.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Omega shrugged her head and adjusted her blue jacket and took a step out before running out. Hunter sighed and shook his head before standing to stretch.

As he stretched his back he spoke.

“What is she up to…”

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Guys pray for me I saw an nsfw

Drawing of Hunter 💀

Reblog if you love this precious boi <3

I am disappointed w/ S2 of TBB so far and here’s why.

Hunter has yet to be knocked tf out.

That is all.

Order 66 ended Squad 99...

After counting the board there are 55 tally marks:successful missions.  Add 11 more and that is a total of 66 tallies... 

When the Batch return to their sunken barracks on Kamino for whatever reason there are still only 55 tallies.  We clearly witnessed Wrecker marking the last 11 in the first episode BUT WHATEVER.  

That last mission together is where everything fell apart.  The Jedi Order, the GAR, and The Bad Batch.  Order 66 ended the Jedi Order, as it ended Clone Force 99.  

I JUST LOVE THEM!!!

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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.

Omg this is beautiful but also so sad, the ending of season one was heart wrenching!

good to have you back, brother

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO FAR!!!! I need A LOT of Crosshair and Omega interactions in this pretty pretty please!!!! You are the best for tagging me too!!! READ HER WORK ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A CROSSHAIR AND OMEGA FAN TOO!!!! I’m also super happy it’s not a OC or OC romantic interest fic too…those make me not want to read as much…takes away from their awesome and fantastic dynamic!

Broken: Prologue

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Chapter 1

A/N: Broken is a TBB Modern AU story I've come up with. Big kudos and shoutout goes to @chaoticvampirejedi for all the encouragement she's given me to work on this, and all the excitement she's showed whenever I told her about it. I hope this lives up to your expectations, Vamp!

If you want to be tagged when I post more of this, sign up here (and let me know if this link doesn't work).

So this is a Crosshair x OC story, and this all stemmed from a thought I had about what the boys would do for a living if they were in the modern world. I hope you all enjoy this!

taglist: @chaoticvampirejedi @pentowrite-wingstofly @groguandthebadbatch

“You ready to go, Sarge?” A baby-faced private asked as he poked his head in Hunter’s tent.

“Yeah, yeah, trooper. I’ll be out in 5,” Hunter answered, tucking his last belonging in his bag. The soldier nodded before ducking out.

“You better hurry up, Sergeant,” Crosshair drawled from where he sat on Hunter’s cot, a toothpick rolling around between his teeth. “Sounds like the kid’s getting impatient.”

Hunter glanced at his brother over his shoulder. “Watch the tone, Cross, or I’m liable to report you for giving attitude to your superior,” he said with a smirk.

Crosshair shrugged, mischief playing in his dark eyes. “A report like that wouldn’t mean much coming from someone who’s not my superior officer anymore…” He pulled out his toothpick and flicked it at Hunter. “Now would it?”

A chuckle escaped the sergeant. He shook his head, muttering, “Oh, Cross, I’m gonna miss you.” He slung his bag over his shoulder as the two of them sauntered outside. They were greeted by the baking Afghani sun and a soft breeze that blew dust around their ankles.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have the pleasure of my company again in two weeks.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “I can hardly wait.”

Ahead of them, the private was waiting in a jeep, and an older soldier wearing a captain’s insignia leaned against the vehicle. “You all set, Sergeant?” the captain asked.

Hunter nodded. “Yes, sir, Captain Howzer.” He tossed his bag in the back of the jeep. “Ready and itching to get home.”

Howzer chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Army life gets a little tiring after a while, doesn’t it?”

“Actually, sir, I’m just excited to see my kid sister. There ARE some things I’ll miss about the army.”

“Well, the army’ll miss you, Hunter, take my word for it.” Howzer held out his hand, which Hunter heartily shook. “You’re a good soldier and you and your boys have been very successful. If you ever decide to sign on again, I’d be honored to fight by your side.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Hunter offered him a friendly smile. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me and my squad. And if I may speak freely, I feel better knowing they’re going to your command.”

“I’ll do my best by ‘em, Hunter. I promise.”

The men saluted each other. In the jeep, the private asked, “Well, Sarge? To the airfield?”

“One sec, kid.” Hunter turned to Crosshair. “Now, Cross, don’t cause any trouble for the captain, ‘kay? You’re only here till the end of the month, so go easy on him.”

A playful, crooked grin flashed across the sniper's face. “You know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He saluted his sergeant, but Hunter just rolled his eyes and pulled him in for a hug. Considering the circumstances, Cross decided not to protest the gesture. He squeezed his brother tight, and they patted each other on the back.

“I’ll miss you, Cross,” Hunter whispered.

Crosshair sighed. “I’ll miss you, too, Hunter.”

Hunter pulled away, holding him at arms’ length. “And seriously, try to stay out of trouble.”

“I will, Hunter. Don’t worry.”

One more hug and Hunter hopped in the jeep.

“Hey, Hunt?” Crosshair called over the start of the engine.

“Yeah?”

“Tell the others ‘hi’ for me, will ya?”

“You got it.”

“And…” His gaze fell to the ground before he lifted it back to Hunter. “Give Omega a hug for me… Please.”

A look of shock was quickly replaced by one of the softest smiles Crosshair had ever seen on his brother’s tattooed face. “I will, Cross. But I’d still better see YOU give her a hug when you join us, okay?”

“Don’t worry. Tell her I’ll give her one personally in two weeks.”

Hunter nodded as the jeep moved forward. “I will, brother. See ya soon!” He waved over his shoulder, the vehicle kicking up a trail of dust as it drove off towards the airfield.

Cross waved until the jeep disappeared over the crest of a hill. Howzer rested a hand on his shoulder. “You alright, Crosshair?”

The sniper nodded, pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and sticking it between his teeth. “Yes, sir. I’m alright.”

Only two more weeks…

Love ANYTHING Crosshair and Omega but unfortunately there isn’t much for them :(. Don’t know why but them as brother and sister and how she fights for him and loves him unconditionally!

Little tbb fanfic (Crosshair, Hunter, Omega)

"I don't know what you see in her."

Crosshair looks at the now sleeping Omega, curled under the blanket Hunter gave her, peacefully just breathing in and out. A feeling of warmth grows in Hunter, and he's tempted to smile, but he doesn't.

"Have you never felt the urge to protect someone?"

"I've felt the urge to protect you", said Crosshair, bitter, staring at his brother, curious for his reaction.

Hunter stares back. Does he really think I don't love him anymore? Words flood his head, words he prepared and thought of in endless sleepless nights on their ship, thinking about Crosshair, about Omega, about their future. Hunter never wanted Crosshair to leave. Just how can he convince him to see it through his eyes?

"Crosshair", began Hunter. "There is nothing I wouldn't do in order to protect you. But there is not just you around. I have to think for everyone."

"And you choose to do the most dangerous thing for all of you. To leave Camino and to disobey the order. You're all just prey now." Crosshair take a step in Hunters direction, now just inches away from his brothers face, but Hunter doesn't step back. "If you really wanted to protect everyone, you would have stayed, and not made you criminals."

"They were after Omega, Crosshair. They brainwashed us. When the chip influenced Wrecker, he almost killed us. How can you obey a system that just wants to control everyone?" He stops. Another thought comes into his mind. "If you would have come with us, you would know what I mean."

"I highly doubt that."

"What is life for you, Crosshair? Is it just being a soldier? Is it just obedience and betting on the faster horse?"

Crosshair lowers his eyes. Pain is all over his face. Hunter can see it.

"You were my life", Crosshair whispered.

Hunter relaxes. This is the Crosshair he knows. He knows he's brother since they were children. Crosshair always was the tough, the cold one, but deep inside, Hunter knows that he carries a heavy burden. He need safety and stability and control more than every other soldier from his squad. Change is not for him, he's sensitive in a different way than Tech is, but he is sensitive to it.

Hunter was anxious about him from the point order 66 happened. Things changed, and Hunter knew that they had to change with them. But the decision to separate the two things in their life that were especially Crosshairs safe spot; the army and the squad - Hunter knew that would have consequences. He knew Crosshair would be a nervous wreck, that he would be rude and aggressive and hard to control because that's how nervosity shows in Crosshair.

But never would Hunter have thought that between those to things, the army and the squad, Crosshair would not choose the squad. He stayed with the army. The new army, the imperial army.

"If you would have come with us", Hunter says, "I would have done everything in my power to make sure you're okay, Crosshair. Because that's my job." He sighs. "But I can not help you if you keep running away."

"On Omega." Hunter steps forward and moves the blanket so it covers her entirely. She sighs cutely in her sleep. He finally smiles, but just shortly. "You know, Crosshair, I didn't replace you with her, even if it might feel like it."

"Then what. You didn't even knew her."

"She needed protection. So I took her with us. And I would have done the same with you, if you would have chosen to stay." He looks down on her. "She's full of love, you know? So thankful for every single little thing. And I think she showed me what life really is about, Crosshair." He looks up to make sure his brother looks him in the eyes.

"Love. Not the army. It's about the people you love, Crosshair. It's about protecting what you have. And if you love your ideals more than you loved us, than I'm okay with that. Then go and keep hunting us and obeying whatever the Empire wants you to do."

In a last attempt of getting close to his brother and fighting the urge to just pull him into his arms, Hunter lays a hand on Crosshairs shoulder. "But if you think that you can love us and even our sister, who loves you so unconditionally even though you can't do that back, then, please Crosshair, come back to us. I don't think there is even just one bit of something evil in your heart. I think it's just fear."

Crosshairs eyes search the ground. He can't look at Hunters face no more. And as his brother picks up the little blonde girl who shares his blood and sleeps so peacefully in his arms and slowly walks away, he doesn't even think of going after them or aiming his weapon at them, as he should do at this point.

Love?

And as Hunters words haunts his mind, another thought follows the odd one worded question.

What am I more afraid of? That the things will change in an inevitable way or that I will die alone?

And suddenly it comes to his mind that he would never be able to raise his weapon and shoot his brother. Not Hunter, not anyone else. Did he forget the relieve he felt when he knew that his mission was just to hunt Hunter down, not kill him?

What would he have done if his mission would have been exactly that?

Crosshair knows that he's standing somewhere dangerously in between the love for his brothers and his obedience to the army. He tries to balance the two things that his life was about and he will eventually fall into the abyss between both of it if he does not choose a side. And oh, he did not do that yet. He thought he did, he thought he chose the Empire, because Hunter choose Omega. But he didn't. Both if them didn't. Because for Hunter, Crosshair is now sure, this is not what it is about.

Read this multiple times and love it so much!

Hunter's Moon 🌘

Fanart for Hunter's Moon, written by the lovely @lavenderstaars

I implore you guys, please please read this masterpiece. I have no words that will ever encompass how deeply I feel for this fic. It is truly, soul crushingly, heart rendingly, breathtakingly beautiful.

“And they were siblings!” Hunter au

I’ve read this one multiple times already! ESPECIALLY since there is a couple Crosshair and Omega moments (and not just barely there moment or whatever...people do NOT write much with these two...find more smut ones with OC than I do with anything involving these two at all) which made me SO karking happy 😃!!!

I can only find this chapter and not the rest to reread another time lol!!!! Thank you so much for these precious moments AND for Omega being FORCE SENSITIVE (want both SO KARKING badly lol). Loved how happy and proud Crosshair was of Omega and her love of weapons (she gets it from him obviously hehe).

The Bad Batch: Soft Universe

Chapter 6 - Medic. 

A large amount of time and rest had passed throughout the ship along with a large conversation that was hosted by the brothers about Omega's apparent force abilities. They had all simultaneously agreed to try and test this out whilst Tech tinkered with AZI in the back during the early hours of the morning. 

"Any luck?" Crosshair spoke, staring at Tech who had laid himself against the floor who was currently fiddling with several wires that fell from the droid Omega adored so much. 

"Some." He mumbled in response, "I'll be able to access hidden records with a little more time but to fully awaken him I'm going to need weeks." Wrecker soon turned toward the conversation, a little worried about what they  may find in her hidden records. He knew they had no choice and Omega was fine with it but still - he wasn't looking forward to finding out how they experimented on her.

"Will you be getting that info today?" He asked, Crosshair turning to him with a sigh. Truth be told, they were all worried. Tech grinned as an excited 'aha!' left his lips, standing in the process. 

"Yes." He confirmed as a blue hologram filled with various loads of writing and numbers appeared before them. "Hunter, Echo - You're going to want to see this." The other two brothers approached, all simultaneously crowding over the droid. Tech browsed through muttering the words under his breath.

"What's it talking about?" Wrecker exclaimed, a little Impatient but almost too afraid to ask. Tech typed a little something before turning to face his brothers.

"She is force - sensitive and they know it worked." Tech took a breath in, "They lied to her and said it didn't work because the force became too powerful with her - they were afraid and kept testing on her. The misery she kept going through kept her from connecting with the force as she had to have a relaxed state of mind and they never allowed that to happen. However, now she's with us the force has finally been re-connecting with her and what happened yesterday was it finally making itself known to her." His rant finally ended as her brothers shared various shocked and even confused ones.

"She's a jedi?" Echo questioned, rubbing his head. Nothing was ever Simple for this small family but they wouldn't have it any other way.

"No." Tech scrolled through the text a little more, "The force didn't come to her naturally, she brought it to herself - well Kamino did. This results in her just being a force user, not a jedi." They all just remained in Silence whilst Echo re-lived all of the moments he spent along jedi. 

"Won't she need appropriate training?" His question made Hunter sigh a little.

"None of us are exactly qualified to train her with the force."  He drew a sharp breath inward as he ran his finger tips through his strands of longer hair. "Blasters are no Problem, but the force?" He just shook his head as Wrecker piped up.

"Does she even need training?" Tech growled in anger as the screen ALI was displaying suddenly sparked and cut out rather drastically, flinching a little at the light. 

"Damn droids." Grabbing his data pad he hummed as he typed a little more, rapidly tapping at the screen with a sigh, grateful that he backed up the medical records onto his datapad prior to it working. "Omega will need to be provided with some sort of training to control it, otherwise she may fall toward what they refer to as the 'dark side of the force.' This means she may end up with the Empire if fuelled by anger."

"The Empire?" Hunter snarled at Tech, "How could you even suggest that she would betray us like that?"

"You thought I did." Crosshair interjected with a glare, his arms crossed whilst chewing against his toothpick. 

"That's because you did." Hunter Snapped back, pushing against his chest. Echo soon pulled Hunter away from him, Signalling for Wrecker to Stand between them.

"There currently Isn't anything to worry about, from my research she's very clearly Strong with the light side of the 'Force', which is our side." Echo noticed the sigh of relief with a mumbled apology for Crosshair who just nodded in response.

"Hunter?" Omega's voice appeared behind them which featured a light gown. "Is everything okay?" The constant hum of the Havoc Marauder could be heard as the hushed shouts and bundles of Spoken Information had been hushed. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah kid!" He smiled toward her, "We're just talking about your enhanced skill."

"You are?" All of that Sleepiness left her voice as she rushed over to her brothers who couldn't help but Smile at their little force wielder. "What about it?"

"We're beginning to discuss your training regiment." Tech Spoke, adjusting his goggles a little. "Your new abilities need to continue to be Controlled as you're their wielder." She stood in thought for a moment before gazing back up toward him.

"Who's gonna train me?" The members of the batch exchanged Various gazes toward one another, unsure who it would be.  "And how am I supposed to train? A blaster wouldn't work would it?" Crosshair just smirked at her enthusiasm for weapons, she definitely got that from him.

"Echo would train you as he's been with more force-sensitive People then we have and you'd train with your mind, not just your blaster." She pouted a little before Crosshair rolled his eyes, blasters would always be better to him.

"With my mind?" She was confused but very optimistic regardless. All of this felt new to her as any previous training within Nala Se's lab remained repressed in her mind, locked away and definitely not being released any time soon. " How am I supposed to do that?" Echo just chuckled at her, ruffling her hair through her moment of confusion and wonder.

"Don't worry, kid." Echo remembered what the basics were through overhearing and learning about their abilities from others. He knew that She'd be able to expand her skillset alone without any further training after he helped her nail the basics. "You'll do great and I'll teach you as much as I can alright?" Echo's words alone brought a smile to her face before the ship's control panel began to beep, Tech rushing over to approve the signal with Cid shortly appearing on a hologram.

"Cid?" Wrecker asked as they all made their way around the message. "Fancy meeting you here!" Everybody heard her sigh before seriousness coated her voice.

"Listen up, I know you can't come back to Ord Mantell for a while because of the kid and that's alright- but I have a mission for you all if you're willing to accept." Everybody's eyes soon turned toward Hunter, they knew he was the one who picked if we were to accept a mission or not.

"What've you got?" He replied curiosity leaking out of his voice, moving closer toward the hologram with his arms still folded against him.

"I need you guys to go to Geonosis to grab a droid and take it into your care for a while until you can return it to me at Ord Mantell." Ci'd smiled before waving a box of credits toward them all. "And this will all be yours - don't worry I'll keep it Safe."

"A droid?" Tech hummed, "What's it doing at Geonosis?" she sighed, snarling her voice a little, shaking her head. 

"Shut your mouth goggles, I thought I told you not to ask any questions? Just go and get the droid and then you'll get your credits. I'll send you all the information." With that, the hologram disappeared and they were left in rather confused silence. 

"Why did she send us on a mission to just collect a droid?" Echo asked, pretty annoyed. 

"I'm not sure, but it seemed worth the credits offered." Hunter replied, running his fingers through his hair. "We're desperate so at least it's simple enough." A beep echoed throughout the attack shuttle, Techs datapad lit up at the information received. 

"Okay I have the coordinates, shall we get this over with?" He mumbled, tapping away and examining the map. "This will truly be thrilling." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he requested everybody to take their assigned seats with Hunter next to him. 

"Alright, let's go then." He hummed, rapidly typing in the hyperspace coordinates before the stars became blurred - one of Omega's favourite things to see. The universe was fascinating to her and it always would be. Being trapped on Kamino in a small lab, she never had the luxury of exploring the universe around her until now with her brothers - any mission to her was a welcome one. 

"So what's the plan?" Omega asked, gazing toward Hunter who always controlled that aspect. 

"We're going to go into the cave system quickly and quietly. Tech I want you to focus on the map and keep us guided. Wrecker, you need to keep our path clear. Echo and Crosshair I want you to stick with me in case we get any unwelcome visitors." His plan was light and cleared the simple mission they were believed to be going on, knowingly arriving soon. 

"But what's my job?" She asked, worried she'd have to stay back on the ship again. 

"You?" Hunter smiled, "You're our Medic."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Episode: s01e16 Kamino Lost, Drowning, Team as Family, Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, episode rewrite, Jealousy, Hurt Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Team, Planet Kamino (Star Wars), Blood and Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

They don’t escape Kamino’s remains unscathed, especially Omega.

I absolutely LOVE this so very much!!! I love Crosshair and Omega Fanfictions because there’s something about these two beloved characters to me! I love their dynamic and how much Omega loves him without caring about herself.

She’s so selfless and Crosshair needs her and that kind of undying love and kindness towards him especially from his little loving sister!

Crosshair's Back! (And you can't stop me)

A/N: Okay, so this is an exert from my CrosshairxOC fanfiction I'm working on. The story itself is set after the events of the season finale, so I make happen whatever I want to happen. So here: I give you part of this chapter. Quick background: Crosshair was taken back by the Empire, but they found no use for him and were going to end him. The Batch turned around and came back for him, rescuing him from the Empire and ACTUALLY removing the chip. That's where this chapter picks up. I went for a dramatic feel. Hope I accomplished that. ^^'

Also, if you want to be tagged whenever I post the rest of the story, just let me know!

@chaoticvampirejedi

Warnings: None; lotta pain and regret, but a happy ending, I promise.

Word count: 846 (really short)

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

His head was pounding, his muscles burned. His legs ached as if he had been running mile after mile. His lungs begged for air, but every breath was excruciatingly painful. Every fiber of his being was screaming out in agony. And yet, for the first time in Lord knows how long, there was one ache missing. One tiny-but-sharp pain missing from the side of his head.

Instinctively, ignoring the pulsing burn that traveled up his arm, his hand found its way to his head. He braced himself as his fingers brushed that familiar spot, waiting for the tormented thought to rush through his mind. Good soldiers follow orders.

A bandage?

No skull-splitting headache ensued. Instead, he found himself pressing his palm to a small, soft bandage plastered onto his skull. The only voice in his mind was his own. There was no one else, telling him to obey orders, to follow the Empire, to hurt his brothers.

A groan escaped his lips. He forced his eyes to open, but immediately regretted it when a bright light flooded his vision. He hissed in a breath.

“Crosshair?”

He tried again, slower. He was greeted by the face of a young, golden-haired child. Her brown eyes were filled with worry. Concern. Were those tears? Why did she look so scared?

“Crosshair! Can you hear me?”

“Omega?” Yes, that was her name. Omega.

Her eyes lit up. A smile spread across her face. “Crosshair! You’re okay!”

A chorus of voices that he couldn’t make out surrounded him. Pats to his aching shoulders, a set of hands helping him to a sitting position, all touches he could feel but not fully comprehend. He was disoriented, displaced. Until that child climbed up in front of him and threw her arms around his neck. Suddenly, his floating mind grounded itself in this girl’s hug. Everything came into focus and he could finally make out four faces he knew, oh, so well.

“How do you feel, Cross?” Hunter. He placed his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder.

Crosshair grunted in response. He felt again. That was enough. Even if it was pain he was feeling, it was still better than nothing.

“How’s your head?” Omega’s small voice was pleading. Gingerly, she reached up to touch the bandage, but he grabbed her wrist before she could. Her small body tensed and her eyes grew wide as his action. She stared at him until he loosened his grip. He let go of her hand entirely and his gaze blankly fell to the metal surface he was sitting on.

“You came back for me…” His voice trailed off. Even to himself, he sounded weak and pathetic.

“We did, Cross. We weren’t going to leave you, not again.” Hunter squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry we didn’t come back sooner. We should’ve—”

“No, no you shouldn’t’ve.” The sniper kept his eyes locked on absolutely nothing. He knew that one look at his brother’s face and he would crack to pieces. “The Empire… They would’ve…” He squeezed his eyes shut. Images of his rifle sights set on Hunter crowded his mind. “I would’ve… killed…”

“Crosshair, look at me,” Omega spoke with all the force of a commanding officer. She cupped his rough face in her soft, delicate hands and gently tugged him until he looked into her eyes. “It wasn’t you. You didn’t do any of that. It was the chip.”

“But… But I…”

“It wasn’t you, Crosshair.” Omega smiled at him, those eyes lighting up like a thousand stars. “We missed you.” Before he could protest, she hugged his flaming torso and buried herself in his chest. She gave him a light squeeze, being mindful of his many bruises.

He stared down at her in wide-eyed shock. She felt so warm, so alive. She was willing to hug him, to… to love him, even after everything he had done. What did he do to deserve that kind of undying loyalty? Absolutely nothing. He had tried to hurt his brothers, to force them to join the Empire. And yet, here was this little girl, clinging to him, as if she never wanted him to leave again.

“We did miss you, Cross,” Hunter spoke, his smoky voice low and sorrowful. “We’re sorry.” He joined Omega, wrapping his arms around Crosshair’s shoulders and Omega’s back. “I’m sorry.”

One by one, Echo, Wrecker and Tech fell in and pulled their long-lost brother into a warm embrace. Crosshair could do nothing but sit there, fighting every emotion that came welling up inside him. He was a soldier. He couldn’t give into this… He couldn’t allow emotion to…

He broke. The tears he tried to ward off came flowing out, and he hugged Omega tightly to himself. He cried into her shoulder, his own shaking with each sob, and his brothers held him closer. “We love you, Crosshair,” Omega whispered as she stroked his head.

Finally, he was back where he belonged, with his squad. He was with his family. And nothing, absolutely NOTHING was ever going to tear him from them again.

I wish this actually happened! The finale really shook me!

The Silence Brings Me Home

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 I’ll link it). I meant to get his done before ep. 11 Devil’s Deal (and especially before this week’s) because we still didn’t know what Cross looked like at that point, but I’m slow and here we are. There is some fanart I did at the end, I’ve 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: 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 Batch’s 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, Echo’s 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 he’d 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. He’d definitely taken a beating, he’d 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. 

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