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#it was crosshair's idea
New drinking game among Imperial Troopers:
Take a shot every time Vader chokes a man, using the Force.
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mroddmod · 21 days
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one of the very few to show the batch kindness back on kamino
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timetodiverge · 2 months
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ARE YOU KIDDING ME
OMEGA YOU LITTLE TROUBLEMAKER
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alabyte · 2 months
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He never knew.
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zaana · 3 months
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I finished up an old sketch meant to be an AU, but it's rather fitting now
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blairaptor · 2 months
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Creatures bred in some laboratory
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Omega and Crosshair with a little Jurassic Park inspiration
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One of my favorite things I have seen in Bad Batch fan works and headcanons is Omega learning (and repeating) a curse word not from Crosshair, the problem child youngest brother, but from Echo, the responsible mom of the group.
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archivistofnerddom · 7 months
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So, I was just re-watching the Bad Batch intro arc of the Clone Wars, and a thought struck me.
When Anakin, Rex, Echo, and the Batch are trapped on that pipe, Anakin (sarcastically) asks if anyone has a brilliant idea for an escape attempt . . . and then Tech pipes up that he does have a brilliant idea (thank you so much for asking, General Skywalker). And it turns out that Tech’s idea is completely batshit (ha!) nuts and Utter Ludicrous (TM).
Like, Anakin’s just standing there, clearly thinking, “Wait, that was an option? Flying out on these lizard creatures was so far done on the list of possible solutions that I didn’t even consider it . . . and I’m always involved in coming up with the Ridiculous Plans (To Succeed). This is crazy, even for me.”
And then I realized — Tech just out-Anakin-Skywalker-ed Anakin Skywalker. He surprised the guy who is known across the galaxy as being the hero without fear. Anakin got a taste of what it’s like to deal with his improvisations and plans that shouldn’t work (but somehow do).
I really hope he had a moment of clarity and self-reflection, where he thought, “Oh, so this is what that feels like. Obi-Wan was right. Dealing with someone who has a penchant for Ridiculous Plans is stressful!”
And perhaps, Obi-Wan felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction back on Anaxes when Anakin’s realization rippled back to him through the Force.
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therealcalrissian · 6 days
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headcanon confirmed: rampart screams like a whiny little bitch
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tending-the-hearth · 26 days
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broke: hunter is going to be pissed at crosshair for "letting" omega go and crosshair is going to get pissed back and they're going to argue
woke: hunter is going to recognize the choice that crosshair had to make, understand that omega is omega, and that crosshair is not to blame for missing the shot because he got attacked by an entire group of troopers, and is still suffering from ptsd and tremors from his time on tantiss and crosshair is able to convey his concerns and guilt without fear that his brothers will hate him
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Because the Imperial Navy is absolutely comprised of PETTY alcoholics...
This week's drinking game was based on how Darth Vader is ALWAYS addressed as, "Lord Vader," not "Darth."
((Crosshair's idea again, fight me-!))
Anyway, every time somebody just HAS to address Lord Vader by his ridiculous title, you take a shot.
The Emperor knows. He tries to bump the numbers up because this is mega Darksider fuel.
But he has to call it off after Boba Fett's TWELFTH shot of the evening, because there's no more booze to go around.
The Emperor: It has come to my attention that there is a drinking game involving Lord Vadaa's name-
Tarkin: *takes a shot*
Meanwhile, in medbay:
Krennic: *is having a massive hangover*
Crosshair: hehe, 'Lord Vadaaaaaa'
Various Regs: *assorted snickering, aggravating the aforementioned hangover*
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heyclickadee · 1 year
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I was going to add a few more panels and clean this up a little more, buuuut time is kind of getting away from me again, so I’m going to leave it like this for now.
(Small request, but could y’all not tag this as a ship, please? It sort of really squicks me out.)
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523rdrebel · 4 months
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Low Battery
Crosshair x Reader (GN)
Rating: Teen, SFW
Warnings: Party Setting, Mention/Allusion to drinking alcohol, overstimulation, low social energy.
Summary: Reader is at a party and has reached their limit for social interaction. They need an escape and find it unexpectedly with a grumpy Sniper hiding in a corner.
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You’d been enjoying yourself with your group of friends, the party had been fun for a while, you’d had a couple of drinks and felt comfortably warm and fuzzy, and you’d had a great time conversing about life or telling entertaining stories. But now you were at your limit. The music was too loud, pulsing in your ears and making you feel like you were in a bubble that was increasingly pressing in upon you. The crowd mingling, dancing, and drinking all around you didn’t help the uncomfortable, claustrophobic pressure, either. Your friends were talking and laughing and part of you felt bad that you could no longer follow the conversation, words blended together into an audio mush with the music and the pulsing in your ears. You smiled and nodded back when they spoke to you, but the effort it took to respond and participate socially was just too much.
You sighed, running a hand over your head and wishing you could just go home, but as you’d arrived with one of your friends, you were stuck until they were ready to leave. You stood and walked around the room under the guise of getting a new drink, seeking a quiet place to hide until you could leave and recharge in the silence of your own home. You avoided eye contact as you passed other party-goers, dodging and weaving past waving, grabbing hands and gyrating hips. 
Your eyes locked onto a dark, blissfully empty corner and beelined your way towards it, only to find, to your dismay, that it was already occupied. A tall white haired man leaned in the corner, piercing eyes glaring at every person who came too close. You knew of him, others called him Crosshair, but had never met him yourself, he had a bit of a reputation for being an abrasive a-hole and loner.  He had a crosshair tattoo over his eye, a little on the nose, you thought, but it looked nice on him. He gave off an intimidating, do not talk to me sort of air.
You stopped in your tracks, unsure if you should try to find another spot to hide or give up and rejoin your friends. But just the thought of making your way back through the crowd and enduring more social interaction made your skin itch, so you shook your head, squared your shoulders and headed over to the corner.
The man glowered murderously at you as you silently found an area near him with enough space between you to suggest you didn’t wish to speak, and you kept your eyes focused anywhere but on the figure beside you. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself tightly, closed your eyes, and breathed in deeply, willing time to go by faster.
Surprisingly enough, Crosshair didn’t say a word and seemed content to keep to his own space, though he continued to glower dangerously at any person who got too close. After an undetermined amount of time, and after you’d relaxed somewhat and were leaning in comfortable silence against the wall, someone lacking the ability to read the room decided to try to chat you up.
“Hey, a babe like you shouldn’t be hiding in the corner…” The intruder’s voice made you cringe and you had to fight the impulse to flee. You groaned internally and simply stared at him, unsure how to respond.
“Come on pretty thing–” He leaned in, hovering in your physical space, you tried to shrink back but had nowhere to go.
“They’re not interested, di’kut.” Crosshair snapped irritably. “And you're in my space. Leave.” The voice was low, dangerous, like a coiled snake, and it was comforting despite the shiver that ran down your spine.
The intruder stepped back, eyeing Crosshair, sizing him up before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Freak,” he spits the word like venom but turns around and walks away without looking back.
Relief washes over you and you let out the breath you’d been holding, offering the man a grateful smile. “Thank you,” you speak softly.
He simply shrugged, but placed himself directly beside you before returning to his vigilant and piercing glares at any further intruders to your now shared space.
The both of you remained in comfortable silence, the pressure and overstimulation had lessened, though the pulsing music and close proximity of so many people still left you feeling drained and yearning for your bed.
Crosshair chuckled slightly, a surprising sound after the long stretch of silence, “So kriffing stupid…”
You followed his gaze to a group across the room, they were chanting and shouting and lifting one obviously drunk man up off his feet. Their hold on him was shaky and precarious, everyone past the point of making good decisions. You could see it coming, the entire group fallen to the floor and it would be a miracle if any of them left without injuries. You told Crosshair as much, just before the entire group collapsed in front of your eyes and you burst into startled laughter.
You and Crosshair spend the rest of the evening in relative silence, broken only occasionally by snide comments, gossipy asides, and punctuated by massive eye rolls. You're surprised at how natural it feels, being here with Crosshair, your social battery is low but his presence seemed to cost none of the energy you usually lost. It was nice.
He kept intruders from striking up conversations and you appreciated his sarcastic commentary.
By the time your friend found you and it was time to leave, you'd enjoyed a few solid hours of quiet companionship and found you'd actually enjoyed yourself. Though you were still exhausted and would likely need a few days of little to no social interaction to recover, you felt that if every party was like this one, you’d like them so much more.
Your friend regarded you and Crosshair with much confusion, but ultimately was just happy you’d found a comfortable space to enjoy yourself. You left with a quiet smile and listened to your friend’s recounting of the events you missed the whole way home.
As you readied yourself for bed, curled up in your most comfortable blanket, your comm beeped with a message.
- Next time you need an escape, comm me. We’ll leave all the idiots behind. 
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alabyte · 2 months
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Y'all remember this portrait? Yeah well I spontaneously wanted to do a full design :D
Dude's been stuck on some anomalous planet for half a year now, and the environment there makes wearing full armor all the time pretty uncomfortable. Does that stop Crosshair from being a militaristic style icon? Nuh-uh.
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zaana · 9 months
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Omega taking selfies on the Marauder
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themistymountainscold · 9 months
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*when the batch were cadets*
crosshair: oh great, the power went out.
wrecker: don’t worry, i got this.
wrecker: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*
hunter: what-?
wrecker: i swallowed a glow stick!
tech: WHY WOULD YOU-
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