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Sunset
Summary: Hunter meets up with a liberator of ancient wonders. Hunter POV.
Word Count: 2151
Hunter sat at a weather worn table on the edge of Pabu’s hilltop market, listening to the idle chatter of passers by. The sun had started to set, a crimson slash across the horizon. Dusk was settling in. The lights of the island had illuminated a few minutes ago, giving the tropical paradise a warm, comforting glow.
“What do we have here?” a cool view came from behind.
“I figured you’d show up eventually,” Hunter said with gruff voice and a smile. Phee Genoa, liberator of ancient wonders and long-time friend looked down at him with a smirk on her face. She patted his shoulder fondly and she pulled a neighboring chair out with unpleasant scraping noise.
Phee looked ever the pirate, vibroblade strapped to her thigh, blaster at her side. Her hair, longer now, stretched down her back in box braids, colorful charms throughout making her look like one of the treasures she often hunted. A golden, oblong necklace hung around her neck. Hunter recognized the gift Omega had given her for her birthday. Inside was a drawing of Tech or ‘Brown Eyes’ as she so affectionately called him.
Hunter thought it was strange that out of all the people in the galaxy, she had turned out to be one of his most trusted friends. She was one of the few people he could confide in, sometimes more so than his own family.
She rocked back on her chair, so the front two legs were in the air and teetered there while a waitress brought her a drink. She raised it in salute and Hunter clinked her mug with his own before taking a deep swig of the bitter, amber liquid.
“So, what have I missed?” she asked.
Hunter shrugged, “Not much. Things don’t tend to change much these days,” he added.
Phee took notice, lowering her chair and resting her chin on her palm. “Is that a problem?” she asked, concern in her voice.
He shook his head and took another sip. “No, of course not,”
She looked at him, brown furrowed, “come on ‘Dark and Broody’, spill”
A shadow fell over Hunter’s face as she used the nickname Cid had given him. Cid, who betrayed them to the empire and led to Omega being captured.
“Sorry,” she said quickly. Realizing her mistake. “Old habit…I didn’t mean…”
“I know,” Hunter said with a wave of his hand. He didn’t fault Phee, but the name brought up memories he would rather push to the back of his consciousness and forget about. Curiosity, however, got the best of him. “Have you heard from her lately?” she asked, not looking Phee in the eyes.
“I cut contact a long time ago, but I hear things… She disappeared a couple of months before you all escaped Tantis. No one’s heard of her since.” She eyed Hunter and he stared at his mug, swirling the amber liquid around so it formed a whirlpool in the middle. “I wondered…I mean, no one would blame you…if you… paid her a visit.”
Hunter looked into her deep brown eyes and smirked. “Believe me, we did think about it,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “Once Echo left, Wrecker and I discussed it. Thought maybe she was a good place to start. She’d contacted the Imps, maybe she had a way of getting hold of them again. We could track them somehow…”
Phee raised her eyebrows, wordlessly asking him to go on.
Hunter didn’t like talking about that time. He signed but continued, looking anywhere but directly at Phee. “Look, I wasn’t in a good place. We decided against it. Wrecker, pulled me back from the brink on that one.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her drink sitting forgotten just out of reach of her fingertips. Phee had never been one to turn down juicy gossip.
Hunter wasn’t proud of how he’d handled the time after Tech’s death and Omega’s capture. Sometimes he thought he could have handled one or the other, but both at the same time set him on a path that he didn’t expect to come back from. He was reckless, dangerous and at times wild in his desperation.
“If we had gone back, it wouldn’t have been about getting intel. It wouldn’t have been about tracking anything. It would have been revenge, pure and simple. She would have been dead before Wrecker followed through the doorway. Besides, Ord Mantell was occupied by the empire by then. Tactically it was a no-win scenario. It wasn’t worth the risk.”
“Well then,” Phee said, seemingly relieved, “sounds like someone else took care of the problem for you. Ketch and Bolo run the parlor now, it’s basically an imperial hangout. So, what’s got you sitting here alone? shouldn’t Wrecker be cooking up his latest masterpiece?”
“He is. I decided to take a walk. I noticed you heading to the Archium. Figured you’d stumble in here eventually.”
“And what is it I can do for you?” she asked, amused.
“Tell me about your adventures. What have you been up to?”
Phee grinned and sat forward in her chair; her arms gesticulated wildly as she regaled him with the tale of an artifact long thought lost to a tribe on Dathomir. She had managed to find it in the most elusive place, of course.
Hunter smiled as she talked and leaned back into his chair. He loved listening to Phee’s stories of the larger galaxy. Pabu was the dream, what he’d always wanted but after almost seven months with limited travel, his feet were starting to get itchy, and he had started to question if settling down was really for him after all.
He caught himself at this thought and buried it. “It’s all you ever wanted. Ever since you left Kamino,” he told himself again. He’d been having this conversation with himself a lot lately.
Phee seemed to notice she didn’t have his full attention and cleared her throat. “Am I boring you?” she asked pointedly with an amused tone.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m just…distracted,” Hunter could tell she wasn’t buying it. And he let out another deep sigh. “I’m feeling a little…restless. Without the Marauder we can’t just fly off at a moment’s notice and without that I’m feeling a little…trapped.”
She looked at him, surprised. “Pabu isn’t living up to your expectations?”
“No, Phee. It’s perfect. Omega’s in school and making friends, Wrecker’s got a job and a purpose, Crosshair is healing and painting. He’s selling some of art at the market on the weekend.” He added, “but I’m just here. I suppose my skills aren’t immediately transferable.”
“Hunter, you’re a smart guy. I’m sure you could do a lot of things,” She was always so ridiculously positive, it’s one of the things Hunter liked most about her. She was always able to put a spin on things.
“Rex contacted me the other day. Wanted help with a mission. I’d be away for a while.”
“Ahh...” Phee said, finally understanding. “What did the team say?”
Hunter looked sheepish, “I didn’t tell them.” He said, hurrying to follow up when he knew she was about to interject. “it’s not a mission for all of us. He just wants me.”
“Sounds like the perfect solution to your problem. Do the mission, get rid of the itchy feet. Everyone will be here when you get back” she said, relaxing in her chair again and downing the last of her ale.
The sun had fully set by now. The bright, pearlescent lights of Pabu cast shadows on the tiled floor. The smell of cooking meat drifted over from the other side of the market. Hunter didn’t like the idea of leaving anyone behind, even if that’s not what he was doing. Omega had been taken too many times. Crosshair was still recovering. And what if they weren’t here when he got back? That fear plagued him. He had been so close to losing all of them, losing everything. He didn’t think he could do that again.
Phee was watching him intently in a way that made him self-conscious. “What would Tech tell you to do?” she asked at last. She didn’t mention him often, at least not by name. She alluded to him, and sometimes when the light was dim, he caught her looking at Crosshair as though she had seen a ghost.
“Tech never backed down from a fight. He’d tell me to go. I’m sure he’d say that they would be fine without me,”
“Clever guy, that Brown Eyes,” she said softly. Her eyes looked suddenly sad, and she turned away from Hutner to brush her cheek.
“Yeah. He was.” Hunter said, he touched her shoulder briefly and gave it a squeeze. She nodded somberly and was back to her vivacious self.
“So, what are you going to do?”
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Hunter stood at the base of the weeping maya tree, as the ship descended. His armor felt alarmingly heavy and cumbersome, and he felt himself pulling and the neck of his blacks. His vibroknife was strapped to his forearm, blaster in its holster and bandana tied tightly to his forehead. It felt familiar and strange at the same time.
He stood back and turned his head as the landing shuttle whipped dust and sand over him. Within a few seconds of landing, Echo appeared at the ramp, waving his scomp and he made his way to his former teammate.
They grasped forearms in greeting and smiled. “This all you’re taking?” he asked, indicating the small bag Hunter had at his feet.
“it’s a stealth mission, right? Figured traveling light would make the most sense.”
Echo nodded and looked over his shoulder, “where is everyone?”
Hunter smiled. He knew Echo wanted to see Omega and his brothers. “We said goodbye this morning. Wrecker is working, Omega has school, and Crosshair is in one of his moods.”
Echo raised an eyebrow, and a smile crossed his lips, “Oh?”
“Let’s just say he didn’t appreciate not getting an invitation to the party,”
Echo smiled again, “got it. Well in that case we can get moving. I found you a helmet. It’s not modified like your old one but it’s phase 2 armor, so at least it’s familiar. Needs a paint job though.”
Hunter gave Echo his thanks as they turned towards the ship. His helmet, and Wrecker and Crosshair’s had been lost on Tantis. They had more pressing matters when escaping than to go looking for them. Still, a huge part of his identity was caught up in that helmet and working a new mission without it made him feel a little unsure.”
Just as he boarded the ramp, he heard the unmistakable, hurried footfalls of Omega.
“Hunter,” she called as Batcher bounded behind her. She ran up the ramp to meet him and threw her arms around his neck. “don’t be too long,” she said into his shoulder, and she hugged him tighter. “Be sure to check in,”
Hunter held her for a few more seconds before setting her on the ramp with a thunk. She grinned and gave Echo a hug as well, a smile on her lips but tears in her eyes.
“It’s a stealth mission, Omega. I won’t always be able to check in.” he said, kneeling down to her height and resting his hand on her shoulder, “But Echo will send you updates. I’m going to miss you, Kid,”
Wrecker, Phee and Crosshair all made their way over to the ship from wherever they had been congregating. Hunter had assumed this morning’s goodbye wasn’t the last of it.
“Take care of yourself, Hunta,” Wrecker said, enveloping him in a bone crushing hug. He clapped him on the back with his shovel like hand and stepped back so his brother could come forward.
Crosshair was grim faced and scowling. Toothpick in his mouth, he held his augmented right hand in his left and rolled them over each other.
“I still think it’s a mistake to not take backup,” he hissed, eyes down. “But If you must go, be careful,”
“I will crosshair. Rex’ll be with me. I won’t be without backup,”
Crosshair nodded but he knew what he meant. He wanted to be his backup. Crosshair didn’t trust anyone else, even Rex, to do it.
Hunter tapped him on his shoulder and nodded. “I’ll be fine,” He smiled at Phee who had her arm around Omega’s shoulder.
“I think Brown Eyes would agree with your decision,” she said.
Omega looked up at Phee confused but Hunter nodded and smiled. “Keep an eye on them for me, Phee.”
“Hunta, if you need us. Call,” Wrecker said.
Hunter smiled. They had grown so accustomed to being together. He understood they would all have an adjustment to make. He gave Omega one last hug, Scratched Batcher under the chin and turned to follow Echo aboard. He looked up at the peaceful, blue, Pabu sky. They’d be fine for a little while. And when he came back, maybe he’d be fine too.
I need a print of this so bad!
The Bad Batch wishes you a happy Halloween!
The Light
Words: 1374
Summary: Hunter and Crosshair have a chat
Notes: I promise I can write from another POV but this is a Hunter POV again.
Hunter gritted his teeth to try and stifle a scream. It was a deep, guttural noise that seemed to get stuck in his throat. They were taking away his life, his family, his battles, and his dreams. Pictures flashed in his head, the edges browning, coiling and burning away, lit by some bright, invisible flame. The pain in his head radiated from his forehead to the top of his spine. It felt like his brain was being liquidated inside his skull.
He sat bolt upright in bed, chest heaving, sweat covering his face and dripping down his back. He had the blade of his knife clutched between his fingers, pulled back to his ear, ready to be released at the enemy.
There was a silhouette in the doorway, the amber light from the common area shining around the tall, lanky frame. They were leaning against the door but didn’t cross the threshold into the room.
Hunter relaxed, recognizing the hiss like breathing of his brother. He slowly lowered the knife, tucking it back under his pillow. “What can I do for you, Crosshair,” he said gruffly, trying to steady his beathing and shake off the last remnants of the nightmare.
“You were screaming,” Crosshair said matter-of-factly.
Hunter nodded and swung his legs out of bed. He pushed his sopping wet hair out of his face and padded past his brother, through the common room to the kitchen beyond. The sky was dark through the window, but Hunter could hear the stirring of the birds and the splashing of the fish in the harbor. Sunrise wasn’t too far away.
He set about making some caf. The thought of trying to sleep again wasn’t appealing, he might as well get the day started. Crosshair had followed him and was now propped in the doorway of the kitchen, once again leaning.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Crosshair asked, his voice unusually soft.
“It was just a nightmare, Crosshair. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep,”
His brother crossed to the table and sat down. Hunter could feel his eyes on him the whole time and deliberately didn’t meet his gaze. Crosshair cradled the stump of his wrist in his left hand and rubbed it absentmindedly. He was getting used to the prosthetic, but still hadn’t committed to a permanent replacement. Hunter wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want it or wasn’t ready to leave the safety of Pabu and travel off world for the procedure.
Nightmares weren’t an uncommon occurrence in the house. Hunter had woken to Omega and Crosshair’s screams too many times to count. Omega would sob into her brothers’ arms before falling asleep against one of them and getting tucked back into bed.
Crosshair’s nightmares were a mystery. He never spoke about the content, just the feeling. Hunter was usually the first to respond, just because he heard him first. He’d stumble into his room to find him curled up in the corner under his lofted bed, knees pressed to his chest, head buried in his knees. They didn’t need to talk, Hunter would sit next to him, ground him in his presence and wait until he was ready to get up.
Wrecker had the fewest nightmares but when he did, he re-lived Eriadu. He watched Tech fall again and again in slow motion. He screamed out for him and every time woke up with his arms stretched outwards, trying to catch him. His scream would permeate Hunter’s dreams sometimes, and he’d wake up, reliving the moment with him.
Hunter’s dreams had started more recently. It had been three months since Tantis and just as the others had started to heal, the insidious mind experiments of Doctor Hemlock started to take hold. Even in death he couldn’t escape the Doctor’s grip and he couldn’t stand it.
The image of Omega handcuffed to Hemlock, being dragged away flashed in front of Hunter’s eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head to get rid of it. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he was startled when Crosshair spoke again.
“The dreams…they’re bright white and searing pain…”
Hunter looked over at his little brother, his narrow face contorted in anguish. His eyes were down, staring at the stump where his shooting hand should be.
“You feel like your soul is being stripped bare, your memories distorted or erased…like you are being erased. You can’t tell what’s real and what’s not.” Crosshair continued.
Hunter grabbed two cups of caf and sat down at the table opposite his brother. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” he said grimly.
He winced as he sat on the rickety wooden chair. The explosion he got caught up in had damaged the discs in his back. Another souvenir from Tantis. The bruise had finally faded, but the rest was yet to fully recover. And every so often a twinge sent a shockwave down his right leg.
He slid the second cup of caf to his brother, watching him curl his left hand around it. Hunter felt a wave of regret wash over him. How many times had Crosshair been tortured? How many times had he been put in those machines and for how long? Hunter had only been in them a few hours, at his best guess, and he was still feeling the ramifications from it. No wonder his brother was so wounded when he returned to them.
He looked out of the small, round window behind Crosshair. Sunlight was licking the horizon. He could hear boats departing the harbor and the chatter of the Moon-yos darting about the island. The soft scent of the weeping maya blossom drifted into the kitchen.
“Crosshair,” he started, his voice getting caught in his throat. He cleared it and started again, putting down his caf. “Crosshair…I’m sorry…for not understanding…about what they did to you…for…for all of it…” he trailed off. Perhaps it was too late for apologies.
Crosshair looked up at him, “I deserved it,” he said at last, one fat teardrop fell into his caf. His right hand started shaking ever so slightly. Hunter rested his hand on his brother’s forearm and left it there.
“Nobody deserves to be tortured, Crosshair,” he said bluntly. He thought they had moved past this. Thought that Crosshair had realized he wasn’t to blame.
“I…I submitted a report, after Kaller. Said the Padawan survived. It was my fault…”
“Crosshair, it was the inhibitor chip. None of that was your doing. You have to let it go. I have.” Hunter said softly.
Crosshair nodded, seemingly shaking off the despair that had overwhelmed him moments ago. Hunter knew he was still coming to terms with everything. It’s easy to push these thoughts away when you’re running, it’s the quiet moments when the trauma bubbles up to the surface, and this squad had a lot of that to go around.
A faint tinkling sound entered the room and Batcher padded softly over to Crosshair, resting her head on his thigh. He scratched the top of her head while absentmindedly sipping his caf. Omega may have been the one to tame the lurka hound, but she had adopted Crosshair as her minder and favorite person. Hunter smirked at the thought of Crosshair having a pet. It really was possible for people to change.
Hunter and Crosshair sat in silence, watching the sun gradually rise over the horizon. The golden light filled the room, banishing the shadows that had lingered moments before.
Hunter took a deep breath and smiled as he heard Omega shuffling through the house. She appeared in the doorway, blonde hair wild, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She had grown so much in such a short amount of time, but here, in this light, she still looked like the child they had taken from Kamino, big eyes, wide smile. She seemed to glow in the golden light of the kitchen.
“Morning, Kid” he said getting up and letting her sit opposite his brother.
Crosshair smiled at Omega then looked at Hunter. He gave an ever so slight nod, which Hunter returned.
There would always be darkness but they both knew where to look for the light.
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what genre would their album be tho? This pic, among with some other stuff is up on my Patreon in high res if you're interested ✨
YES.
Wrecker would be all over the sporty toys, to the point that the whole Batch would get on to him for tossing balls in the ship and breaking things. I think dodgeball would be his favorite despite no one else wanting to play it.😅
I think Hunter's version of toys would be... well, kid-versions of things that are useful, like kid's first knife or magnifying glass.
Echo would get her a datapad more like snag one from Tech and fill it with books. Kids got to build up here reading skills and knowledge of the Galaxy and it's many laws of which she'll definitely break a lot of in the future.😆
You know what really gets me upset about the bad batch. (Dont worry this isnt criticism, just some fluffy angst)
They never had a childhood.
Omega, as messed up as her childhood is, she has the boys as father figures, she has Lula and the trooper doll, her own room with fairy lights, she plays ball with Cut's kids. The bad batch never had that.
So I have a headcanon that when Cross gets home and they all live happily ever after :))) whenever they buy Omega a toy or Omega plays games they join in. I have a personal headcanon that Crosshair and Omega stop at a stationary shop and Omega sees a colouring book that she likes, but Crosshair, he finds the mandalas, and hes fascinated by the ornate patterns and precision required that he buys the mandalas, the colouring book and a pack of crayons. And Cross and Omega spend all day colouring in together.
Tech absolutely has a Rubix cube that he fidgets with and he teaches Omega how to solve it, along with many other little puzzles.
If you have a headcanon like this then please comment it because my god is there possibilities galore and our boys deserve a childhood as much as Omega does.
siblings will mess with you just because, like telling you that the paper in Hershey's Kisses is edible.
is it Wednesday yet?
Fanfic/ oneshots, number fics open
character match Ups. Closed again. I have over 20+ atm.
I'm gonna try and get thought as many as I can. I might have to close it for longer. But while it's closed I'm still taking Fanfic request.
Please know it does take me some time to write match ups. do take me a little while to do with such a demand for them. And also at the same time I'm working on fanfics around them. But thanks you all for your patients and I hope you enjoy what do to come.
*OPEN FOR BUSINESS!*
Rules: please if asking for Nsfw or reading be over 18 I have to say it.
Aloud: NSFW, fluff, smut, angst, hurt, mention of past abuse. (Alien love!!!)
I will not do: rape, abuse, Furries (I'm sorry I just don't write it), necrophilia, anything along that line.
Info for Match ups: please the basics, age, gender sexuality(if your comfortable) a small discriptuion of yourself and things you like. these you don't have to be 18 for but please over 15 for these, they are only gonna be cute fluffy writing. I do not do NSFW for maths ups only fanfics and one shots.
One shot and fanfic info: in happy to do nsfw but I do need confirmation your 18 or over either in your bio or on the ask. Same rules apply from 'rules'. Please state what gender you want the fanfic for otherwise I default to They/them for the writing just to be inclusive.
(Guys please be patient, I'm a guy so doing Character X fem reader takes me a bit is all)
Numbers for number fics are here. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
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The Bad batch
Clone Force 99- Hunter
Clone Force 99- Tech
Clone Force 99- Crosshair
Clone Force 99- Wrecker
Clone Force 99 - Echo
Episode 11- Captain Howzer
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Star wars the clone wars
501st
Captain Rex
Kix
Jesse
Fives
Dogma
Hardcase
Tup
212th
Commander Cody
Gregor
Waxer
Boil
Crys
104th 'Wolfpack'
Commander Wolffe
Sinker
Comet
Boost
Warthog
Wildfire
Domino squad :,)
Heavy
Droidbait
Cutup
Echo
fives
Other clones
Oddball
Matchstick
Commander Fox
Commander Thorn
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Grim Squad (my clone squad)
Weazel
Shreder
Jericho
Tiim
Fable
Maze
Gold-1
Ripple
Glaus
Newbie- Casket (my shiny son)
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Info. So I decided to add my own clone squad becuase it's me hahaha. I don't expect much with them but they are there anyway.
Well everything is set so I hope you all enjoy.
NEW ADDITION CHARCATERS!!!
Clone wars
Darth Maul
Savage Opress
Anakin Skywalker
Obi wan Kenobi
Plo Koon
Star wars Rebels.
Older wolffe
Older Rex
Older gregor
Thrawn
Agent Kallus
Eli Vanto ( I don't care if he isn't in it. He is to me!)
The mandolorian
Boba Fett
Din Djarin
Sequels
Armitage Hux
Kylo Ren/Ben solo
Finn
The old republic
Arcann Tirall
Darth Marr
Torian Cadera
OC Characters plus Feature art when asked for match ups or Fics.
Kodja Bathrian (clone wars twi'lek) Male
Varr'ivaz'loawe 'Ivaz' ( Outlander Old republic Chiss) male
For the new update on a 'll the star wars stuff I'm doing so enjoy guys gals and my pals.
Fanfic/ oneshots, number fics open
character match Ups .Closed While I work but you can put request in for when I re open.
*OPEN FOR BUSINESS!*
Rules: please if asking for Nsfw or reading be over 18 I have to say it.
Aloud: NSFW, fluff, smut, angst, hurt, mention of past abuse.
I will not do: rape, abuse, Furries (I'm sorry I just don't write it), necrophilia, anything along that line.
Info for Match ups: please the basics, age, gender sexuality(if your comfortable) a small discriptuion of yourself and things you like. these you don't have to be 18 for but please over 15 for these, they are only gonna be cute fluffy writing. I do not do NSFW for maths ups only fanfics and one shots.
One shot and fanfic info: in happy to do nsfw but I do need confirmation your 18 or over either in your bio or on the ask. Same rules apply from 'rules'. Please state what gender you want the fanfic for otherwise I default to They/them for the writing just to be inclusive.
(Guys please be patient, I'm a guy so doing Character X fem reader takes me a bit is all)
Numbers for number fics are here.
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The Bad batch
Clone Force 99- Hunter
Clone Force 99- Tech
Clone Force 99- Crosshair
Clone Force 99- Wrecker
Clone Force 99 - Echo
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Star wars the clone wars
501st
Captain Rex
Kix
Jesse
Fives
Echo
Dogma
Hardcase
Tup
212th
Commander Cody
Gregor
Waxer
Boil
Crys
104th 'Wolfpack'
Commander Wolffe
Sinker
Comet
Boost
Warthog
Wildfire
Domino squad :,)
Heavy
Droidbait
Cutup
Echo
fives
Other clones
Oddball
Matchstick
Commander Fox
Commander Thorn
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Grim Squad (my clone squad)
Weazel
Shreder
Jericho
Tiim
Fable
Maze
Gold-1
Ripple
Glaus
Newbie- Casket (my shiny son)
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Info. So I decided to add my own clone squad becuase it's me hahaha. I don't expect much with them but they are there anyway.
Well everything is set so I hope you all enjoy.
NEW ADDITION CHARCATERS!!!
Clone wars
Darth Maul
Savage Opress
Anakin Skywalker
Obi wan Kenobi
Plo Koon
Star wars Rebels.
Older wolffe
Older Rex
Older gregor
Thrawn
Eli Vanto ( I don't care if he isn't in it. He is to me!)
The mandolorian
Boba Fett
Din Djarin
Sequels
Armitage Hux
Kylo Ren/Ben solo
Finn
The old republic
Arcann Tirall
Darth Marr
Torian Cadera
OC Characters plus Feature art when asked for match ups or Fics.
Kodja Bathrian (clone wars twi'lek) Male
Varr'ivaz'loawe 'Ivaz' ( Outlander Old republic Chiss) male
I'm a 21 years old American woman (I'll be 22 on the 20th!) Who is 5ft 10in if you round up. I have rusty brownish hair and eyes that shift from grey to green to blue depending on my mood and energy. I'm athletic, but now it's more so for mental health health reasons now days. I love to embroider, read, and write (even though I'm Dyslexic). I use sarcasm as a second language. I don't love attention on me, preferring to be in the background. I just want to equip and empower other people to reach their full potential.
I work with kids with special needs while I study to become a social worker and I fall into leadership roles, even when I don't intend to. I'm stubborn and independent, but deep (and I mean deep) down inside I'm a romantic at heart who wants to be able to depend on another person. I feel a bit like a walking contradiction sometimes, but in a good way. Like I watch MMA while embroidering or will swear like a sailor in Church. I'm the middle of two boys (now the older sister of two sisters because of my mom's remarriage!) and as one brother who literally is Wrecker (Machine Gunner in the military. Loud. Just wants to blow things up), I've learned how to not intimidated by large and scary looking people and will mom anybody who needs it. I'm extremely intuitive and can read body language really well due to my auditory form of Dyslexia.
Hey I'm guessing you want a bad batch match up. And since you put your age I might make it a little smutty too. Ps. Im drinking while writing this so there is bound to be speelimg mistakes. And guys I'm also dyslexic too so yay. But I hope you enjoy!
MDI +18 (HINTED SMUT ) NOTHING HAPPENS BUT STILL
The Bad Batch
I match you with... Hunter
Hunter's first time meeting you was quite the tale, a mission gone messing resulting in most of the batch being injured. Watching them walk off their ship and you had made a beline for the Sargent.
Hunter has never heard that many curses come out a civilians mouth and damn he's kinda turned on over you telling him off but he'd be damned if he told anyone that.
It was an honest mistake you ripped him a new one once seeing his team believing this was your brothers team back from mission.
Once you realised this wasn't your brothers team you are a flushed mess trying to apologise to the sergeant when leads to the team taking a shine to too after watching you chew Hunter out. Watching someone of your height and stature taking on Hunter without even a thought.
That's how toy got invited for drinks with the dysfunctional group of clone soldiers
From then on the boys would come to you when they needed down time. And considering they haven't really had anyone check up on them mentally it's nice for then to be able to talk opening with someone. Hunter takes a while to break but once he does you see him nearly every time the batch is on leave.
It took him a while to get comftable but once he felt he could trust you.most days he shows up he flops down on your couch and rest his head in your lap and let's you play with his hair while he talks.
He loves pulling you into his lap and falling asleep while watching holos with you, to day it's a guilty pleasure would be true.
Please make him little embroidery peices like he will find some way to wear them or display them. He doesn't know why he does it but he loves showing off the things you make.
To say this man fell for you is an understatement full on crashed is how I would put it. And now he can't get enough of you.
Once the jedi order falls he purposely seeks you out to makesure your alright and that nothing has happened to you before he ask you to come with him.
Watching him and omega is quite something this man is so protective of her and you that when your In public people always assume that you three are family.
Hunter's eyes never leave your figure as you shop with Omega. He watches as you point out things to her before walking over to look at them. "Hunter!, Hunter. Come look at this" the young girl calls out which makes the sergeant smile as he makes his way over to the two of you. "What have you two found this time" he ask while looking down at different things that Omega found interesting.
Ord Mantell was filled with markets and you could always find something of your desire here. In the end Omega had talked Hunter into letting her buy a small science kit on the promise she asked Tech to help her with it.
"May I offer you something that may interest you and your husband" a voice quietly asked from behind you which makes you turn. Your eyes widen a little. "Oh um Hunter and I aren't married haha" you reply blushing only for the woman to smile lightly. Hunter calls out that he and Omega are heading back. "I'll catch up with you!" You call out before turning back to the lady who laughs lightly as she watches Hunter and Omega walk off.
"You two are rather close if your not married and not to mention having a kid too I'd say it would almost count" she replied before pulling out a small vile. "But if you are telling the truth and aren't together I can sure tell you want that man and by the way his eyes linger on you I'm willing to bet that he wants you just as badly" she says smugly.
Your face is a bright shade of red. "And what exactly are you selling me?" You ask wearily as she place the small vile in your hand. "Try this if he still doesn't take interest after this then it's free of charge. But if it works come back and then pay me 20 credits" she replys. "I'm not going to drug Hunter!" You almost shout which makes her laugh. "Hun you use it on yourself it's a natural phenomenon enhancer. All you have to really do is get him interested and the spray will work wonders on your body. Tho I recommend doing a test run by yourself first to see how you react. It will in turn make you very horny" she states while leaning down on her hand and giving you a little motion to run along.
Hunter had been sitting in Sid's parlor for most of the night since coming back from shopping. But something had him on edge an almost sickly sweet floral smell mixed with your natural scent that lingered in the air. He didn't know how to describe it but for the past half an hour it's all he could smell, it's faint but by the stars does he want to follow it.
He hadn't seen you since you had come back from shopping and so after finishing his drink Hunter gives the rest of the batch a wave before heading thought the corridors to look for you. As Hunter gets closer to your room it's like the smell is more intense it smells like you but more, he knows what you smell like and this it was doing things to him. He almost growls as he reaches your door. He could finally pinpoint what it was, he could smell your arousal and it had him action almost like a feral animal.
He has to stop himself from almost ripping the door off you smelt insanely divine, he knew your smell to well and this felt like it was enhanced, if he had had describe it the best he could say was it felt as if you were in heat. And by the stars it made him want to fuck you. He steadies his shaking hands before knocking. "(Y/N) It's Hunter, I'm coming in" he tries to sound as civil as he can as he opens the door.
As he walks in your smell hits him like a freighter and he has to hold himself up against the wall as he closes the door behind him and locks it. Hunter can see you withering on the bed whimpering and moaning. Your whole body covered in sweat.
Hunter removes his armor before throwing his shirt on the floor as quickly as he can before making his way over to you almost like a predator stalking his prey. Once he comes into your eye sight you almost whimper more legs clamped together trying to keep some friction before you feel his cold hands run up your legs which makes you gasp and moan at the contrast of his skin and yours.
"I could smell you from down in the parlor" he growls while crawling to cover your body with his. "Hunter" you whine out as your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders and pull him closer. "Tell me what you want" he says. It takes so much self control not to just take you with how you smell.
"Need you"
Ermigad.
This might be reaching, but since I get a lady boner for symbolism…. does anyone else see what I see 😇
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My extremely unpopular Hunter opinion
Why does Hunter have to be thought of as Omega’s dad? Why can’t he just be her brother?
Just because people in universe only seem to be able to grasp the Batch’s relationship with Omega through the lens of half a nuclear family, WE know better. I wouldn’t want Hunter to be my dad. My big brother? Sure. But if he’s a dad, he’s doing the minimum and getting all the credit.
Oooooo, he’s such a dad! Yeah, if you mean he’s emotionally distant. And if you mean he leaves the majority of child rearing to others.
Honestly, I didn’t have a problem with Hunter until I encountered the fandom. Because he’s no more Omega’s dad than the rest of them, and I’d argue that the other three probably spent more time with Omega than Hunter ever did. So, I guess Hunter is a full-blown pre-2000s model father.
End rant.
Not even a Hunter-stan, and definitely not looking respectfully.
Here’s a preview of a redraw I did of Hunter from todays new episode…
Uncensored version here
okay but Hunter’s smiley eyes when he looks from Wrecker to Tech ? 😭
I’m mean to him in my fics, but maybe this will open my heart?
Someone needs to share with me a GIF of that scene of Wrecker teasing Tech about Phee
The level of “not a Hunter girlie” I am is pretty high, but I’d tap that, given the chance. Beardless, though.
Season 4 Hunter😏 (WIP)
OH MY GOD. I’m losing my mind right now.
My Fennec foursome is inspiring art! 🥹
@elslittlestories, thank you so much for this! They are beautiful!!! And hot AF !🥵😏
I'm horny, I read @bring-backup-99 's A little bit of tender again and now I can't get them out of my head!!!
😶 Had to remove the second WIP cause it was too explicit... So here's a sensored version 😅
⚠️ Foursome, nakedness, explicit positions, watch at your own risk
All That We Need
Read on Ao3
PAIRING: tech x fem reader, the batch x fem reader
SUMMARY: They get back from an assignment faster than you expect. You’ve missed Tech a bit extra.
WORDS COUNT: 1632
RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, domestic fluff
NOTES: This is Part 46 of my ongoing reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.
It’s written in second person, and my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.
When you come home, you’re surprised to hear Wrecker calling your name as you walk through the bar. He, Hunter, and Crosshair are sitting in a booth, clearly a number of drinks deep.
“I wasn’t expecting you back for a few rotations,” you smile, as you slide in next to Crosshair, who immediately drapes a long arm around your shoulders.
“We’re very efficient,” he drawls.
You look around. “Where’s Tech?”
“Upstairs. Probably sleeping,” answers Hunter.
“Sleeping?” You look at him incredulously. They all give little shrugs.
“He has to…occasionally,” says Crosshair.
“Mmmm…okay,” you start to extract yourself from the booth. “Let me drop off my stuff and then I’ll come down, with or without him.” Crosshair rolls his eyes but lets you go.
You open the door, and, sure enough, Tech is quietly snoring, slumped over on the couch, his datapad still firmly in his hand but resting on his lap.
You put your bag down at the entrance and leave him undisturbed.
“Told you!” exclaims Wrecker, when you’re back in the booth.
“What did you do to him?” you laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him asleep when the suns are still up.”
“We made him work extra hard so we could get back and start drinking.” You poke Crosshair in the ribs, and he feigns injury then passes you his glass. You take a sip.
“I haven’t eaten, and I can’t keep up with you boys even when I have. Let’s go to the cantina and get something. Someone leave Tech a message?” Hunter nods. “Then we can come back here and close this place down.” You wave at the bartender as you walk out. “He’ll put these on my tab.”
The walk to the cantina is short, but Wrecker and Crosshair draw it out by picking you up and then passing you back and forth, Wrecker occasionally pressing boozy kisses to your cheek. Once you sit down, you order something you’ve always wanted to try but never had enough people for: the giant bowl of noodles. After seeing Wrecker and Crosshair’s ability to pack away huge amounts of food, this is clearly the time.
After you fill up, you watch the three of them finish the hot pot and enjoy their dynamic. Crosshair is in an excellent if mischievous mood as he goads Hunter and Wrecker into a small round of competitive storytelling, both trying to impress you with tales of the triumphant uses of their divergent skill sets.
“You both sound very good at your jobs!” you laugh. “I could hardly call you anything but experts.” You ruffle Hunter’s hair and kiss him on the cheek. Wrecker leans over to collect his as well.
Back at the bar, you sit on Wrecker with your legs over Hunter and Crosshair’s laps. You drink slowly, knowing full well that their tolerance is much higher than your own. Much, much higher, and you refuse to get drawn into their drinking games.
“You just made that one up,” you say to Crosshair, as he proposes a game that requires much more skill than anyone could possibly have at this stage of the night.
“Ah, he didn’t,” laughs Hunter. “Picked that one up from some regs who’d just got back from Ryloth.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t need drinking games in order to drink.”
“You’re no fun,” says Crosshair. You shrug.
“And to prove that, I’m going to bed. I don’t know about you, but I had a long day, and I was not expecting you to make it longer,” you smile and point to them accusingly.
“Ugh, you really are no fun.” You climb over him and kiss his cheek.
“We both know that’s not true.” You wave goodnight to the bartender, who will make sure they don’t pay for any drinks, then head upstairs.
Tech is still on the couch but awake. “Why didn’t you come down?” you ask, as you straddle him, pushing the datapad aside.
“You are inebriated.”
“Just a little.” You start working your fingers under his shirt. He lets you.
“You should hydrate.”
“Probably.” You kiss him. “Bar’s open for at least another hour. Think we can fit one in before they come upstairs?”
“I do not make it a habit of engaging in intercourse with intoxicated individuals.”
“Well, I hope not,” you laugh. “But I’m not ‘intoxicated individuals.’ I’m someone who you know very much wants to fuck right now, and I would be feeling the same way even if I hadn’t been drinking.”
Sure, he’s protesting, but you’ve managed to get his pants undone.
“It’s been too long, Tech. Too long since I’ve had that thick cock in me.”
“It has been three rotations.”
“But it was supposed to be more, and now I have all this pent up energy, all this anticipation, running through me. You’re not going to make me wait longer, are you?” From the feel of his erection, he is not. You kiss him. “I have an idea. Wait here.”
You go into your room and change, coming back in a short dress. You grab his hand, pulling him behind you, and open the door to the apartment. The sound of the bar fills the hallway. You bring him within a few feet of the stairway.
“Fuck me here.” You reach for him, taking hold of his shirt, and pull him to you, gasping into his mouth as he takes your hands and pins them to the wall, grinding against you. After a few moments, he lifts you, holding you up with one arm, and reaches between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties already soaked through. He pushes it aside.
“Remember when you made me stand at the bar and fingered me until I came? I wanted you so badly, I was ready to let you fuck me on this stairwell. I thought about it for weeks.”
He takes his cock out and, in a quick rough stroke, is in you.
“FUCK. Yes.” You groan in pleasure. “Do you think anyone can hear me down there? Shouldn’t you make me be quiet so no one finds us?”
He grunts and his hand covers your lips as he thrusts into you, smothering your cries of ecstasy.
“You were…quite aroused that evening.” His hand slips slightly from your mouth.
“I can’t…believe…you left me there.” Then you bite the side of his palm. He lets you, as he focuses on pounding into you, and you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips.
“My goal…was to keep you interested.” He dislodges his hand so that he can put both of them on your ass for better leverage.
“Mission…accomplished. FUCK! Mmmmmmmm…Why…why do I want you so badly?” He slides almost all the way out before slamming back into you. “Why do you…feel so good to me?” Your fingers run through his hair, catching on the goggles strap. He thrusts into you roughly, again and again, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “Oh gods, Tech, you’re going to make me come like this.”
“Say it.”
“No one…no one fucks me like you,” you moan, “No one makes me come like you, Tech. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, Tech! Oh, Tech,” you gasp. “I’m coming.” And you are, as he pounds into you, your body arches as every fiber in your being contracts as the orgasm crashes through you. He starts to slow slightly.
“Don’t…don’t stop…unless you need to,” you manage to say. “Feels…so good.”
You enjoy the aftershocks as he works to his own climax, your body tingling in pleasure, a ridiculous smile of contentment on your face. His lips find yours and you kiss as he makes the little noises signaling his own orgasm. He holds you against the wall, mouths and tongues as intertwined as your limbs.
“Gods,” you whisper to him. “That was so good.”
“You will need additional hydration before you go to bed tonight.”
You laugh, “Yes, okay.” He slips out of you as he puts you down. You feel his cum soaking your underwear, dripping down your leg.
*
When they finally appear, you’re lying in bed working on your datapad. Tech is next to you doing the same.
“Thought you were tired.” Crosshair raises an eyebrow.
“Felt a bit reinvigorated. Plus, he’s making sure I drink enough water so I’m not hungover.”
Soon you’re surrounded by them, and you’re happy to have your bed filled with their conversation and laughter. Tech gets up after a while.
“Crosshair can sleep on my side,” he says, leaning over to kiss you. “I will work on the couch.”
“That’s what you get for napping during the day,” you smile up at him. He rolls his eyes.
As soon as the space is vacated, Crosshair is on your other side. “Mmmm…it’s nice over here. Doesn’t have the Wrecker divot.”
“Hey!” laughs the big man.
“Or the Hunter butt bowl.” You give Crosshair a little smack, but Hunter does have that ample ass.
“We can’t all be stick-straight, Crosshair,” says Hunter. “Plus, she likes my butt.”
“That I do.” You reach around him to give it a squeeze.
Soon enough, Crosshair is nestled against you, with Wrecker and Hunter practically spooning to rest their arms over you.
“Just get comfy, boys, but don’t squish me. I’m not going anywhere.”
*
Tech looks in at the bodies strewn across the bed. Everyone appears peaceful in their sleep, despite the snoring. Even though he’s not tired, he itches to get into bed next to you, to feel your body curl into his. As he turns back to his work, his thought is simply that everyone looks content.
And that is because everyone is.
*** Read the rest of the series here.
Fair warning: It can get kinky.
OH MY GOD!!!! They are perfect!
People of the world, spice up your life!
When you're feeling sad and low, all you need is... a discord sever, newly made friends and a little bit of spice ✨
@bring-backup-99, @auntie-venom, @neverend-rs and @faceofpoe, thank you all for making this happen 💝
Have fun zooming in to spot more details and don't miss out the print out on Tech's top!
It’s very important to me that Tech’s inner thigh is visible. Sorry, not sorry that I’m going to thirst reblog all your posts.
what genre would their album be tho? This pic, among with some other stuff is up on my Patreon in high res if you're interested ✨
Clone Kinktober, October 8 entry!
In collaboration with the incredibly talented @nika6q, we offer up “sex in the sonic/shower.”
Sure Do It Good
Read on Ao3
PAIRING: Hunter x fem reader
SUMMARY: Tech unexpectedly leaves you alone with Hunter
WORDS COUNT: 2025 but this is a teaser. The full fic with NSFW art (nipples, because that’s where tumblr draws the line) is on Ao3.
RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, sex against a wall, sex in the shower, cunnilingus (c’mon, it’s Hunter after all), intercrural sex
NOTES: This is Part 53 of my ongoing reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3.
Excerpt:
Hunter’s lips move down your neck, his tongue licks at your breasts, and before you get your breath back, he is kneeling between your legs, lifting one to rest over his shoulder, as you brace your arms against the corner walls, and he says with surety,
“Won’t let you fall.”
You feel a little bad about wasting the water turning to steam around you as Hunter kisses your thigh, nipping and biting his way to your hot center, his mouth and teeth on your flesh, and he combs your pubic hair out of the way before spreading you open. You sigh as he licks and sucks at your labia, as his tongue dips into you and fills you before he buries two fingers inside you as he kisses your clit.
You whimper and moan at his touch, as he fucks his fingers into you, curling them, finding that sweet spot that makes you shiver.
“Hunter…oh, Hunter,” you moan, and your hand reaches down to take hold of his hair. Your head falls back as the tip of his tongue flicks at your clit, then he sucks, using the little pulses that drive you wild, before scraping the rough edge of his tongue against you. You are panting at his focussed attention.
And then you feel him rise, his fingers still inside you, his thumb lightly playing at your swollen nub. His free hand cups your chin, and you need his lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth, even as the water washes away your taste…
Full fic on Ao3
Full series on Ao3 (definitely gets kinkier)
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I had a fucking stroke HE. CAD BANE CAD BANE CADBANE
Me when Cad Bane showed up in the Bad Batch:
But actually though, I screamed so loud. I love him.