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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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A glorious idea has spawned in my brain

Hunter x Criminal!reader where they have a Batman/Catwoman relationship, however this time Omega meets the reader and absolutely adores her so the reader decides to stick around a bit (despite Hunter's protests). During this time, the reader and Omega form a mother/daughter and Hunter secretly loves it and falls for the reader everytime he sees her with Omega

Hello my lovely anon,

Thank you for such a fantastic request. I hope I did your request justice. The setting is Season 1 of Bad Batch, so hopefully you don't mind too much. I wrote with f!Criminal!reader, hope that's okay. Reader has a nickname.

Enjoy.

Also, since this isn't part of the Fic Roulette request, it'll be filed under the One Shots Master List. It's a little longer almost at 2400 words.

Love oo,

Not Ready

Warnings: Slight thieving, Omega in danger, dangling from a tower, banter, angst, fluff, shooting, dangerous driving, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Part Two

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“Give it back, and we can just both walk away.”

You twirled the rather large knife in your hand, “Hmmm, no.”

Hunter clenched his fists, “I said, hand it over.”

“And I said no.” You smirked underneath your mask, the only thing visible on your face were your eyes. Eyes so full of cockiness, determination and experience. “I gotta ask though, why so long?” You chuckled, “Compensating for something?” You flipped it back and forth in your hand, twirling it around your palm and the back of your hand. “Has good weight.” You smirked as you arched your brow, “If you know what I mean.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Hunter looked behind, sensing the Imperial troopers closing in, he let out a sigh, and before you even realized what was happening he tried to stun you.

Unfortunately, he missed thanks to your ability to sense when danger was imminent. Without even thinking your body back-handspringed away from the blue stun blast. “That was rude.”

“Listen, I need to get to my sister, and I don’t have time to mess around!” Hunter could hear Tech on his comms as he described Omega hanging from the tower.

“Your sister’s in trouble?” All teasing and flirting died on your lips as soon as you heard that.

“Yes!”

You nodded and tossed the knife back to the chiseled red-bandana wearing man in front of you, “Let me help.”

“No. You’ve helped enough.” His tone full of annoyance and frustration. He grabbed the knife and took off running towards Omega, ignoring the pang of regret from his tone. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was running to help Omega. Yet, the frustration from having to waste even a minute on you was more than enough to make him worry about Omega’s safety and that’s all that mattered.

His feet came to a sudden halt when you appeared in front of him with a speeder bike, “Hop on!”

“What?”

“Just … I feel bad, ok! Now shut up, and get on!”

He didn’t delay, jumping on the back of the speeder holding on to your waist tightly as you weaved through traffic.

“Where is she?” You shouted over the noise of the air rushing past your ears.

Hunter didn’t respond and simply pointed to the person dangling from the tower, as another helmeted person neared her position.

You sped up the speeder, you’d know Fennec’s helmet anywhere. You weaved and dodged against the oncoming traffic, almost as though you could see where and when the next vehicle was going to be turning or shifting. Your heart nearly dropped as you saw the tiny person slip, driving faster and more dangerous to catch her in time.

Hunter reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Omega’s in midair, tossing her onto his lap, pinning her between the two of you. “You okay, back there?” You shouted to make sure everyone was safe as you saw Fennec jump down and commandeer a vehicle of her own chasing after the three of you.

“We’re fine. Get us out of here!” He shouted as he quickly checked over Omega to make sure she was uninjured and safe. He couldn’t see much from how she was clutching to his chest plate, but it didn’t seem like she was in pain either.

“You got this?”

“What?”

“I’m asking if you know how to drive a speeder?”

“Yeah! Why?” He didn’t clue in to what you were preparing to do until you flipped over him and landed on Fennec’s vehicle.

“Hey gorgeous!” You smirked as you looked at her.

“Ugh! Should’ve known you’d be here.” Fennec answered, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep her eyes on her target.

“Wasn’t supposed but I sort of owed him one. Back off.” You stood aiming your blaster into the hood.

“No can do, little Butterfly.”

Force you hated that nickname, somehow it had stuck among the bounty hunters and assassins, simply because you were quick and light on your feet. Dazzling them with your antics and before they even realized you slipped out of their sight, blending into the crowds more often than not.

“Fennec, I like you, but you need to back off!”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll split the reward with you, if you help me capture the little girl.”

You tried to stay balanced as Fennec tilted the vehicle side to side, “You disappoint me, going after a child.”

“Jobs a job, honey.”

You shook your head, “I warned you,” you shot your blaster into her engine, jumping off onto a nearby transport, watching as her engine began to sputter. She jumped to safety standing on the closest terrace she could find, as she watched you and her target move further away. You jumped down, finding your way back to the ground, hoping from one transport to the next.

Once you touched solid ground, you looked back up to see Fennec turn and walk away. ‘Until next time, gorgeous.’ You mumbled as you headed back to the marketplace, before you even got five feet away, you felt your body jerk forward as tiny hands wrapped around your waist. You looked down to see the blonde girl, the rather striking man had rescued, his sister.

“Uh… thanks, kid. I think…” you giggled as you pulled her arms away from you.

“You saved me!” She beamed with a brilliant smile as she looked at you.

“I think your brother did that. I just drove.” You subtly shook your head, subtly moving away from the overwhelming bundle of joy.

“She has a point,” Hunter offered, “if you didn’t show up with a speeder when you did …” you could tell on his face he didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened.

“Listen, Fennec would’ve come up with something. She’s a bounty hunter, but she’s a fairly decent one. Anyway I’m glad you’re safe,” you patted the little girl’s head, “take care of yourself and your brother. Seems like he gets into trouble easily.” You turned to walk away when she gripped your fingers.

“Come with us.” She pleaded looking at you with big eyes that were asking for more than you were prepared to give, or have given to anyone since you could actually remember. It was nice to feel needed, but it was too much.

Hunter wanted to grab Omega and pull her away from this woman who showed up, and was constantly surprising and making him feel uneasy at every turn. “Omega, we don’t know her circumstances. She’s probably already committed to something else, right?” Hunter narrowed his eyes on the helmeted woman in front of him, not wanting her to take the invitation Omega offered.

You’ve seen that look a thousand times before. It said everything that really mattered, you weren’t welcome, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible.

“Don’t worry,” you started keeping your eyes locked on the man standing behind Omega, “your brother is right, I’m … currently … occupied with other matters.” You smiled as you turned your attention to Omega, and kneeled before her, “Omega, right?”

She nodded, not letting your fingers go.

You smiled and pulled out a collapsable vibroblade, “This is Vala,” you flicked your wrist and opened the vibroblade, “my father gave me this when I was about your age, he told me ‘this galaxy is full of good and bad people. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes there are too many bad, you won’t be able to find a good one. Vala, will always be there to protect you.’” You turned her hand palm-up and placed the vibroblade in her tiny hand. “It will protect you. Ask your brother to train you on how to use it. Never rely on someone else to save you, in this galaxy, sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself. Take care, Omega.” You ruffled her hair one more time, before standing up and walking away without looking back.

It felt strangely comforting to be wanted, even if it was for a brief second.

“Wait!” Hunter shouted, causing you to turn around, “We left your speeder that way” he pointed over his shoulder, you couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome, it’s not mine.” You smiled and walked away.

Omega turned to Hunter, a saddened smile on her face, “Why couldn’t she come with us?”

“Omega,” Hunter kneeled, “we don’t know who she is. Whether she can even be trusted? It’s best if she goes her way and we meet up with Wrecker, Echo and Tech.”

“But…”

“Omega, I know you have a good heart, but you’re too trusting. It’s best if we keep a low profile and avoid entangling ourselves with people we don’t know. Come on, we gotta meet back up with the others.”

He guided her back to the hangar trying to avoid the Pantoran police force and the troopers that seemed to be searching for someone.

Omega kept watching as one Pantoran guard held up a picture to a passerby, it was a picture of you. She pulled on Hunter’s sleeve and pointed to the Pantoran’s datapad.

“They’re looking for her.”

“We should go…” Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, but she refused to move.

“We have to help her.”

“We don’t know why they’re looking for her. She could be a wanted criminal or a murderer, a thief.”

“Hunter, please. She saved me, it’s the least we can do.”

He looked at the picture and commed Wrecker, “Wrecker, where are you?”

“Just entering the marketplace right now, why?”

“I need you to take Omega back to the ship, I …” he turned his head to look at Omega, “I have to repay someone who helped us get Omega back.”

Wrecker walked through the crowd faster than the others as people naturally moved out of his way, he stood in front of the both of them, tilting his head. “Who, you helping?”

“Don’t worry about it, just get Omega back to the ship and tell Tech we need to take off the minute I get back. Make sure Echo makes it back to the ship too. We may have to get out of here faster than expected.”

“Copy that” Wrecker picked up Omega and had her sitting on his shoulder as he headed back to the hangar with her.

Hunter could hear the comm chatter between Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He let out a huff and shook his head, this was just asking for trouble. He ran back, heading the way you were walking. It wasn’t long before he found you sitting at a cafe sipping on something warm.

“Came back to tell me you love me?” You teased him.

“Came back to tell you, you’re in danger.”

“Shocker.” You didn’t react or flinch, as you kept your eyes locked on the man’s eyes.

“I need to know, are you a murderer?”

“No.”

“Do you have a bounty on your head with some crime boss or something?”

“No.”

“Then get up” he grabbed your arm and forced you to stand, grabbing your helmet as he pulled you along, running behind him.

“Wait… hey!” You stopped in your tracks and pulled your arm out of his hold, “Who the hell do you think you are, pulling me like that? You know I have the right …” he put a hand over your mouth and pushed you into a darkened alley, hiding you with his body as a Pantoran patrol passed the two of you.

“They’re searching for you, and not just the police. The Imperial troopers are looking for you too.” He stepped away and handed you your helmet, “Listen, I don’t care what happens to you, but Omega was worried, and I’m not going to disappoint her. You’re warned. So you can either go back out there and try and avoid whatever trouble you got yourself into or…” he let out a sigh regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, “You can come with us and we can drop you off somewhere.”

“Us?”

“My brothers, Omega and myself.”

“Why are you helping?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to disappoint Omega. So what’s it going to be?”

You looked at him and then at the increased patrols you hadn’t realized were slowly filling up the streets, they all seemed to be looking for you. You closed your eyes and tapped your helmeted head against the wall, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Lead the way.”

He stepped closer to you, “I’m taking a chance on you, you put any of us in danger, and you and I are going to go another round, understood?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine. What do I call you anyway? Because I don’t think ‘stuck up jackass’ would work.”

“It’s Hunter, and what do I call you? Because I don’t think ‘crazy tooka’ works.”

You smirked as you looked at him, “You can just call me Butterfly. Hunter.”

“Fine. Now let’s go. Butterfly.”

“You know I’m not as bad as you think.”

“And hell is just a sauna, shut up and follow me.”

As much as you tried to fight the urge to smile, you couldn’t help but enjoy the banter you two had. You also couldn’t help but examine his physique as you followed behind him, moving around the crowd, ducking and avoiding capture until you made it to his ship.

Omega ran to you and hugged you again, “I knew he’d find you, come on. Let me show you inside.”

She gripped your hand and dragged you along. You weren’t looking for family, but … as you moved closer to the ship, there was a strange sense of belonging that came from meeting the rest of her brothers. For the first time in a long time, you felt at home.

Hunter watched you and the way Omega gripped your hand, as you introduced yourself to Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He had to admit, you were attractive, when he saw you without your helmet, he almost felt his tongue getting all tied up. Not to mention, the outfit you wore also drew attention to your physique which didn’t help. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling this could either be a really horrible idea, or it would be a very pleasant surprise.

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kaihuntrr · 1 year

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The Sea Prince: The Watcher, ‘Civilians’, and Hunters.

To celebrate this au being one of my most favorite things to work on, I’ve made designs for the Solidarity brothers, Big B, and redesigned the trio!

Closeups and introductions under the cut :> here they are!

Now that’s character design! I’m super proud of how they turned out, and they form a rainbow by pure coincidence. Let’s talk about them!

Starting off with the duos!

‘Nosy Neighbors’ & ‘Mean Gills’

Big B is a new one so I’ll talk about him first. I’ll talk about the other three as characters :)

‘Big B.’

Big B is a Watcher; an organization that studies and hunts sea monsters. He used to be a famous vagabond hunter, but due to some mysterious circumstances, he retired early. You’ll meet him much later on in the story, but he’s quite an interesting character! He keeps his secrets. He knows yours. Who knows if he's trustworthy or not.

He seems to have a connection to Grian.

‘Pearl Moone.’

She’s a cocky, energetic person to be around. She doesn’t seem too trusting with strangers, especially hunters. Her accessories are golden, and she has a scar over her left eye so she definitely stands out.

She has a red shell bracelet similar to Scott’s necklace. Are they friends?

‘Scott Major.’

A pleasant, sassy, and entertaining server in the port town the Red Canaries visit. He often flirts with Martyn, leaving the hunter speechless with promises of something more. He’s hiding something. Maybe he’ll tell Martyn his secrets one day?

He swears a couple of necklaces, but one is hidden under his shirt.

‘Martyn Woods.’

The second mate to the Red Canaries. Loyal to a fault, he prioritizes everyone before himself, even neglecting his needs. He believes that his isolated life is worth it, but his feelings change the more Scott talks his way into his life. Is he ready to love again, even after what happened to Ren?

He has a couple of scars, some big ones on his chest. He has a locket and tattoo of a crown and a necklace trinket of the first monster he killed as a boy.

‘Bad Boys’, the Solidarity brothers.

A bunch of new designs here! I referenced their bad boy skins so they have similar ‘leather jackets’. I’m excited for you all to learn about them and their history.

‘Grian Solidarity.’

The youngest adopted brother of the trio. He’s chaotic, but he’s shifty. His birth parents were from the Watchers, but after their death, he was entrusted to the Solidarity family to care for him. They died when he was young, so he doesn’t remember them. He loves his brothers to death and does what he can to protect them and his crew.

He, like his other brothers, keeps a locket with their family photo. He wears a yellow bandana with his name crudely stitched on it. Strangely, he has some similarities to Pearl…

‘Joel Solidarity.’

The awkward, funny middle child. He has the most muscle out of the brothers but he masks it with his pleasant behavior. He quickly accepted Grian into the family and shared his interest in starting the hunter crew. When they were younger, the two would sneak away from their older brother to meet Martyn and Impulse by the docks. Currently, he’s engaged to Lizzie Shadow and is waiting for winter so they can finally tie the knot.

He keeps a falcon feather in his hat as his parents were falconers. He wears his red bandana, also with crude stitches of his name, on his head.

‘Jimmy Solidarity.’

The oldest and most emotional of the brothers. He wasn’t particularly interested in becoming a hunter, preferring to spend time with the birds and become a falconer, but he loved his brothers so he went with it. He’s impulsive, stubborn, but a wonderful and simple person all around.

He keeps his red bandana on his belt, with neat stitches of his name. He has a braided bracelet and a tattoo on his neck.

...and he’s dead.

...or is he?

There’s a LOT going on with these designs, a lot of spoilers in them so what I’ve said could or could not be hints to what’s to come! Not sure when the next design dump would be, but I think my upcoming post would be fun, particularly for those who want to read the story ;) all in due time.

oh, also new life Scott is partially ginger. I predicted that HA- /j I’ll probably whip up art of those two bc. That’s incredibly funny-

Which one of these characters/ designs is your favorite? Let me know! :D

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sinfulsalutations · 9 months

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𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

ᴘᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪ ꜱᴛᴀᴠᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪɪ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ. ᴘᴛ ɪᴠ ꜱɪɴ. ᴘᴛ ᴠ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ. ᴘᴛ ᴠɪ ꜱᴇɴᴅᴏꜰꜰ.

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜱᴇʀɢᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜰʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄᴏᴜɴꜱᴇʟᴏʀ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, (ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ) ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴠ-ʟɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ)

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 2.9ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛʏ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜʏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ/ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱᴛᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ :) ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

“4–”

Two people call the number out simultaneously, audible groans leaving multiple girls as they have to start over. Water ripples around you, hands in a steady grip around your oar as you watch your campers row their way across the lake in front of you. Your eyes flit to Omega leading the group with a bright, excitable stare, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a cap shielding her face from the glaring sun.

“It’s alright, everyone!” She beams, careening back and forth as she rows. “We can start over!”

With a smile, you nod and add,

“As long as we don’t fall too behind.” You gesture ahead of you, toward the obscured view of a cluster of canoes no doubt belonging to the Cedar cabin. At the mere mention of them, the girls groan and row faster; they don't wish to face the scrutiny they’d be subjugated to by those immature, adolescent boys.

Not that they weren’t all too dissimilar.

You could swear no matter how many times you’ll force them to clean up and clear the floors of the Maple Cabin, it’ll once again become a disheveled heap of clothes and personal belongings by the time it’s lights out. Omega began to help you lead, reminding them as they leave the bathroom not to leave all their possessions on the counter and shower rack and to toss their clothes in the laundry pile.

She’s helpful, no doubt. You’ll have to ask Tech to promote her to CIT next year.

They start the game again.

“1!”

“...2!”

“3!”

“4!”

There’s a pause.

“5.”

“6!”

“7–”

“Oh, come on! ” Betty whines. You can’t help but giggle silently and look down so no one sees your smile.

It’s not long before you near the Cedar Cabin and hear their attempt at the game still going on. In the corner of your eye, Hannah gawks while Omega scrunches her nose.

“22!”

“23!”

“24!”

“25!”

“26–”

This time, when two people call out the same number simultaneously, just as Maple had done before, they only groan playfully and say confident affirmations of ‘we’ll get it next time,’ flashing a mischievous glint toward the girls. Omega tries to hide the grit of her teeth. You can tell she’s not pleased, however.

But there’s no time to focus on that when you hear that husky voice.

"Having trouble?”

You look to your right, then immediately look away with instinct, hiding your widening eyes.

He’s wearing a tank top.

Hunter is a new counselor this year. Alongside all of his brothers and sister, Omega, he’s already become a new favorite. Every night by the campfire once he’s finished leading the camp in songs, Cedar and Sycamore Cabin crowd around him, asking him to teach them guitar or how to carve wood as good as he does, where he gets his cool maroon-colored bandanas and the story behind his striking skeleton tattoo on one side of his body. Even the girls have begun fawning over him; Cilla and Betty frequently ask Omega questions about her older brother, not-so-discreetly calculating the age difference between them. The older girls in the Pine cabin don’t shy away from blatant flirting, always asking him for help to apply sunscreen before a day of swimming, twirling their hair as he tells them not to get in too much trouble.

He’s agreeable, he’s handsome, he’s incredibly good with kids; it seems as though the entire camp can’t help but swarm.

You, however? You can’t even look him in the eye.

If you did, you're pretty sure you would dissolve into a buzzing mess.

“Yeah, they haven’t made it past ten yet,” You tell him, readjusting your cap a little lower to bedim your face further. It’s not the sun that’s making your cheeks so hot.

“Hm.” It’s just a hum that comes out of his voice, rumbling his chest. You take another slow breath and begin rowing again. You call out to your girls, telling them to move forward now that you’ve caught up with the rest. As you follow behind, the looming shadow of Hunter’s figure remains on your right. He’s not looking in your direction, and you’re not so disillusioned to think otherwise, but you still feel passing looks, occasional yet piercing. Like he’s trying to pinpoint the features under your cap.

“Well, alright, Maple,” He says. “I see Crosshair by the shore with his boys. We shouldn’t keep `him waiting.”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t,” You agree, silently exhaling darkly and rowing beside him in continued silence.

The hike takes longer than usual; between detours for campers to do their business awkwardly behind a tree and the younger boys straying from the group getting lost about halfway through, Crosshair is left almost ready to burst. The sight of him so irritated is amusing, no doubt, but you know not to even try to interact with him unless you want an arrow right between your eyes. Why he always carry his bow with him, you're still unsure.

“Alright, everyone, get out your jars,” You instruct the group after reaching the top of the hill, creating a circle in the clearing. The sky is still painted with passionate oranges and yellows, but in just a few minutes the sun will descend and what you’re waiting for shall appear.

“Remember, be careful once you do catch them,” Hunter reminds everyone. Your eyes can’t help but flicker in his direction; it’s instinct to look at whoever’s talking; with Hunter, you've still yet to learn not to. “Don’t shake the jar too hard, don’t cover the airholes, and remember to let them out before we all leave. Understood?”

“Yes, Hunter!”

The yellows and oranges slowly darken as the night arrives promptly, blanketing you all in darkness. Until, only a few moments later, there is a small blink of lime. Then another. Then five. All around you, do the fireflies beacon your spot, fluttering around you in swarms. There are awes, mostly from the girls as the boys mutter emasculated versions of reverence, which you can’t deny makes you laugh.

With the twinkles of lights wrapped around you, you slowly open your jar to catch a few effortlessly. Betty turns your way, astonished, which seems to attract the attention of Cilla and Hilary as well.

“How did you do it so easily?” Hilary asks.

You grin, looking down at your jaw with a soft look of humility.

“I did this all the time when I was your age,” You explain. “And a lot more times after that. Practice.”

Their mouths form tiny o-shapes and they nod, quickly going to try and catch a few themselves.

“Where did Omega run off to?” You say them before you lose their attention.

Kayla points to where Crosshair stands stiffly.

“With her brother. I think she’s trying to get him to do it too.”

You look over as the girls skitter off. Omega still has that sweet smile of hers as she holds up his wrists in a tight grip, mouth moving to tell him what no doubt is an encouragement to try himself. Crosshair still has a frown on his face but does as she says, and his face slowly softens when he catches one without any hesitation with just his hand.

"Good job!" She cheers, before calling out, "Hunter, look! Crosshair caught one!"

The firefly flickers in his palm, the lime seeping through the small air holes between his fingers.

"Wasn't too bad, right?" Omega tilts her head, smiling as she watches Crosshair's expression play out. His eyes remain glued to his hand.

"It wasn't," He responds.

It’s not very long before he lets it go.

It gives you time to look back down at your jaw, lifting it up to your face. You tilt your head in fascination, and you don't even realize the smile creeping up on you until your cheeks begin to hurt a little.

“Having’ a good time?”

Your heart leaps, then your instinct does that stupid thing again and turns to the sound of Hunter’s voice (How do you forget that he’s still attached to that gorgeous body?). You look back instantly.

“I am,” You mutter, looking up to see the fireflies flit through the night. Striking against the navy sky, they still don’t manage to brighten the night enough for you to get a clear view of anyone’s face. Hunter included. At least that makes this easier.

“Your girls seem to be having fun.”

Even in the darkness, the fleeting lights manage to give you a sight of Hannah catching her first firefly, smiling proudly before turning to show the others.

“Yeah, they are,” You let yourself smile as well. A familiar shiver rushes through you with a feeling of a stare dancing feather-light over your skin. This time, you’re not disillusioned at all; Hunter’s eyes are on you. That’s definitely not nerve-wracking at all.

“Looks like they have a lot of fun with you,” He continues. You instinctively, foolishly, turn his direction and just manage to see the faded view of his profile while he talks. He turns to you. You stare at his nose instead of even trying to make eye contact.

“Really?” Your voice comes out softer, weaker than you expect. You wince internally in embarrassment.

Hunter nods, and in your foggy view, his lips seem to curve up in what looks like a grin.

“I’ve seen you with them,” The mere idea of what that connotates makes you take a deep breath and bite your lip. At all costs, you make sure not to do anything crass. “They connect with you a lot. Especially Omega.”

Your body relaxes. You’d prefer not to use the word soften just yet, lest you wanted to feel so pliant to even the merest compliment.

“She’s a great kid.”

“She is,” He responds. There’s a pause; you expect the conversation to end, but then he starts talking again. Hunter hisses in another breath. “You know… Omega doesn’t exactly have a real woman, er, influence in her life.”

You tilt your head, eyebrows knitted. It begs a silent question that Hunter seems to pick up on.

“Yeah, it’s just me and my brothers and her,” A noise slips out of you, something bordering on an empathetic coo, though it inevitably sounds just like a hum. “So… you’ve been a great influence.”

Your lips part delicately, suddenly so unbearably soft.

“Really?” You repeat. It seems your vocabulary doesn’t expand more than 3 words when talking to Hunter.

He nods, then leans in. You almost pull away in your flushed surprise.

“Don’t tell her I said this…” He whispers. The way his voice rasps and holds onto his words so quietly makes you want to feel his voice even closer, straight in your ear. You don’t inch further. “...But she says you’re like the sister she never had.”

The admittance is intimate, you realize once he finishes his sentence. A sweet little secret between you two, and suddenly, you’re smiling like a damn near fool.

“That’s very nice to hear,” You say, feeling your cheeks burn a little hotter when Hunter grins back. “Thank you for telling me that.”

He tilts his chin down as a way of acknowledgment.

“`Of course, Maple.”

Before anything else can be said, Wesley runs up to the two of you, gripping Hunter’s bicep and shaking it furiously.

“Owen smushed one of the fireflies!” He says in distress, eyes wide as he points over to where the other boys are staring in horror at Owen’s palm. Hunter turns to you immediately before responding to him.

“Gotta deal with this,” He says in a mutter, just low enough so Wesley doesn’t hear. “It was nice talking to you.”

You blink, adjusting to the sudden change in atmosphere.

“Yeah, yeah,” You stammer. “Real nice.”

Those eyes you can’t seem to look into give you another look before he leaves you with sweaty palms, gripping your jar like a madman.

At the bonfire later that night, you don’t dare to look up from your feet.

Somehow, talking to Hunter has made your silly little infatuation even worse. You’ve seen the way he attentively focuses in on whoever he’s talking to, giving them his full attention to make them feel listened to and special; to finally receive such attention has made you positively giddy. Panicked, but giddy nonetheless.

Around the campfire, you hum softly to the tune he leads the group in while your cabin belts proudly.

Hunter has a very nice singing voice; you discover this the first week when he first offered up his skills to lead the camp in songs and games every night.

You almost looked into his eyes then that first time, watching him strum simple chords on his guitar, singing simple camp songs in the most gruff, lovely voice, and encouraging others to join. But that was a while ago. Now fear stops you from getting close to that ever again.

Like last time, the Pine cabin immediately surrounds him, perfectly poised postures and smiles put on for his viewing pleasure.

“How’d you get so good?” A girl named Sherine asks while leaning in, reaching out to run her fingers over the guitar strings. Hunter tenses. At least that’s what it looks like to you.

”Practice,” He answers bluntly, before continuing to answer each of their questions.

Pine’s counselor, Mona, walks up beside you with a chuckle.

”Those girls…” She sighs, shaking her head softly. “Don’t they realize how much older he is compared to them? Don't most of them have boyfriends anyway?”

You giggle and nod along with her observations, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on you recurring as Hunter’s gaze wanders.

As the girls finally get ready for bed, combing their hair and changing into their pajamas, someone tugs at your sleeve, once twice, five times. You turn, looking down at Omega's wide, doe-eyes.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

Her eyes search yours, frantic.

“...I think I forgot my book down by the lake.”

You huff, almost surprised by her audacity.

“Can’t you just wait until the morning?” You offer instead.

Omega shakes her head, a frown on her lips.

“I can’t go to sleep without reading!” She insists. You arch your eyebrows and place your free hand on your hip, but she doesn’t budge. You sigh.

“Fine,” You say, kneeling to mutter quietly, “You’re in charge if anything goes wrong while I’m getting it. If Tech comes by for lights-out inspection, tell him I’m in the bathroom. Got it?”

Omega nods, saluting with a grin.

“On it!” She says, then adds graciously, “Thank you so much .”

It’s hard not to let yourself smile a little at her before leaving through the door, quietly creeping down to the lake.

The crickets chirping is a nice little sound to keep yourself grounded in the darkness. It might've been wiser to bring a flashlight, you realize, but it isn't that long of a walk anyway. You listen to the sound of your own steps and watch the rustling of leaves overhead, the moonlight peaking through and illuminating the path ahead of you. In the distance, that same flickering of fireflies from the top of the hiking trail gives you a little, just a little more sight to make your way down the steep path and to the shore of the lake.

Your eyes dart around the dock, looking for Omega’s book. You’re unsure what it looks like; you probably should’ve asked her. You slowly walk closer, ensuring that your feet don’t crunch a leaf or snap a twig, before creeping up where the water meets the rocks. A heap of clothes is laid there, messily thrown on top of each other.

That’s strange. And highly unlikely that someone just forgot their clothes at the lake and returned to camp bare.

The water ripples slowly, and a figure moves languidly under the break. The large rock to your right suddenly becomes the perfect spot to perch behind as you watch whatever is swimming around.

You take another look at the pile of clothes. Under what seems like regular jean shorts, a slip of red peaks through and meets the ground. Squinting your eyes, you almost gasp when you realize what it is.

Hunter’s bandana.

Suddenly, something bursts out of the water. You almost squeak in your shock, but keep silent. Only your eyes slowly peak over the rock as you see long, dark hair flip backward in a spray of water, a broad chest taking a large breath of fresh air, just going to its hips before slowly shifting back down into the water. You only see that prominent V-Line for just a few moments, a split second of vulnerability Hunter doesn’t even know he’s exposing, for you to gasp so, so silently into your chest.

He’s naked.

Holy shit, he’s naked.

And he looks damn good too.

He slowly moves around in the water, head leaned back as he relaxes, barely letting his hips reach the surface. This is not good, this is an absolute violation of his privacy, why the fuck can’t you look away?

You force yourself to, however, once he looks as though he’s about to leave. His strong arms reach to hold his hair back from his face, wringing it, and you make your run for it, having little regard for making more noise than you did when you first arrived.

Panting and disheveled, face and ears red, you return to your cabin.

“Did you find my book?” Omega asks once you come through the door.

“Couldn’t,” You answer, automatically and robotically, before hiding your face in your pillow and suppressing a scream.

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tinywitchgoblin · 2 months

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Flower Crowns

Summary: Omega made everyone in the batch flower crowns, here are their reactions

Word count: 456

Warnings: FLUFF, allergies

Hunter

-a bit taken aback at first

-not sure what to do with it

-eventually lets Omega put it on top of his bandana

-his heart m e l t s when he sees how happy she looks

-gives her a big hug!!

Echo

-this is when poor Echo learns that he has allergies

-as soon as the flowers touch his head, he starts sneezing

-Omega feels so bad, but he reassures her that he appreciated the effort

-she walks off and makes another crown, but this time, with leaves and branches that wouldn’t aggravate his allergies

-he just about cries when she gives him the new one

Tech

-thinks Omega is trying to secretly send him a message with the meanings of the flowers

-spends the next hour trying to research what each of the flowers means

-confused when none of the meanings match up or make any sense

-Omega clarifies, saying, “It’s meant to be a gift! Don’t look too deep into it. I just thought you would look pretty in it!”

-he blushes, and it’s adorable

Wrecker

-so happy!!

-he wants to make one for Omega, too, but can’t seem to figure out how to make it work

-even when Omega shows him how she did it, it didn’t seem to help

-she reassures him, happy that he tried and that the two of them could spend the time together

-he picks up a pile of flowers and plops them on her head

-they both fall to the ground, laughing, with a couple of the flowers sticking out of her hair

Crosshair

-didn’t think he would get one

-but when Omega runs over with one for him, he looks around to see if one of their brothers was around, thinking it would be for one of them

-she insists that it’s for him, and that she wanted everyone to have a flower crown

-he just sits there stiffly when she puts in on his head, but when she walks away (presumably to make more crowns), he takes it off

-he cradles it to his chest because it means so much to him!!

-he puts it back on and wears it with pride for the rest of the day

Bonus Omega

-Crosshair really appreciated getting a flower crown and wanted to give Omega one

-watched as she made a couple of others, figuring out how to twist the flowers together so that they didn’t fall apart

-when she went away for a while, he snuck over there and grabbed enough flowers from her pile to make a crown

-once she returned, he walked over to her and shyly offered the crown he’d made for her

-she let him place it on her head, and they sit down to make more- together

#wrecker bad batch #the bad bois #the bad batch #crosshair bad batch #tech bad batch #hunter bad batch #omega bad batch #tbb #tbb headcanons

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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Feral Hunter

I wrote most of this in a reblog but thought it deserved its own post as my unwieldy response took on a life of its own, which they have a tendency to do. I’ve added more to it as well so there’s some new extra ramblings on one of my favourite ideas/headcanons/theories for season 3 of The Bad Batch.

Give me Feral Hunter. My kingdom for Feral Hunter. Completely unhinged, vengeance fueled, feral Hunter. He can go on his Joel Miller/The Mandalorian/John Wick/Liam Neeson in Taken/The Punisher arc, as a little treat.

I've been trying to figure out why I love this idea so much. I think it's because we never really see any of the Batch actually, properly unleash. Sure, they're unconventional and a bit bonkers in their approach but they're still a very well-oiled machine. When they're on a mission, they all know exactly what they're doing, what their roles are, and where their squad mates are. Even when they improvise on the fly, they all adapt fairly easily and smoothly. Everything is still all rather professional, smooth, and efficient. Like they're all operating on muscle memory, which they basically are given how many countless times I'm sure they've trained and done missions together.

Even when the Batch is fighting their way through Kamino, they still operate with that same smooth, efficient, hyper competent professionalism. Despite their unorthodox approach, there's still this sense that they're contained. Never throwing off the shackles and being completely unrestrained. The full unbridled force of their abilities and skills simmering just below the surface, waiting to be given free rein and just obliterate everything.

There's a little hint of this in the opening scene of episode 2x14 'Tipping Point', where the ARC Trooper in Echo comes out to play. But oh, how I would love to see more. From all of them, but especially Hunter.

Look at his face. Look at that expression and all those emotions from Sergeant Stoic himself, who is usually fairly reserved and contained. Dorito Bod Bandana Space Dad on the warpath to get his ad'ika back, cutting a swathe through the Imperials, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, and taking out anything and everything that even thinks about getting in his way. Hunter goes full Space Rambo mode, ruthlessly taking out Stormtroopers, blood dripping off his vibroblade, eyes wide and deranged, as he turns into a complete animal. His half tattooed skull now completed by the blood of his enemies covering the other side of his face. For extra angst, when he finds Omega, she doesn’t recognise him. The figure standing in the smoking remains of the door to her cell looks like Hunter. Is wearing Hunter’s armour. Is holding Hunter’s vibroknife. But that’s not Hunter. That’s not her buir. Not anymore. And she’s afraid of him. We get a little hint of this at the very end of season 2 and oh ho ho, I am so ready for more. I am so ready for Hunter’s descent into vengeance, revenge and rage. Not just Hunter either, I’d love to see the rest of the Batch unleash as well.

Can you just imagine Wrecker properly unleashing? All of that strength and power finally freed as he rips limbs off Stormtroopers, snapping necks and crushing skulls with his bare hands. The crumpled, pulverised bodies of his enemies discarded behind him as he rages down corridor after corridor of whatever Imperial base they’ve infiltrated. We got a hint of how damaging Wrecker can be when his chip activated but that was chip controlled. This would just be pure Wrecker.

We see a little more of this in Crosshair's actions and you could also argue that this is chip controlled. Or if his chip has actually been removed, then Crosshair’s actions are definitely still clouded by his Imperial mindset and blind delusion that the Empire is right. Right up until it all goes horribly wrong on Barton-4 and he finally wakes up to the reality of his nightmare. Either way, that unrestrained part of him is still there. The amount of rage and anger that must be building up and festering inside Crosshair is eventually going to explode. When he snaps like he did at the end of 'The Outpost' then there isn’t going to be an Imperial left without a blaster bolt between their eyes. When Hemlock ends up dying (he better), my bet is on Crosshair taking him out and getting revenge. And it won't be pretty. He'd shoot him execution style at the very least.

I'd love to see Tech (shut up he's alive) completely lose it and finally snap off every ounce of his carefully crafted control. I've written about this before but Tech's combat is exceptionally efficient and precise. He only ever uses the minimum number of shots or moves to take out an enemy because he doesn't need to expend anything beyond what is necessary. Complete economy of form. His combat style is very contained, almost like a mirror of his personality and character. Can you just imagine him snarling and growling like a beast, teeth bared, eyes dark, face distorted in rage, as he slams a Stormtrooper's head into a control panel desk with enough force to crack their helmet and shatter their visor.

I mentioned above that we've seen a tiny bit of this slightly unhinged quality from Echo. There's another little hint of it when they're all in that training simulation on Kamino.

This gifset from @starqueensthings shows this perfectly, especially the above gif. I love the line they wrote at the top of their post as well, which I'm going to quote in part here: "I’d like to introduce my scomp arm TO YOUR JUGULAR WIRE." This perfectly encapsulates the unhinged quality lurking in Echo. He just leaps onto the back of what looks like the Kaminoan version of a B2 super battle droid and then proceeds to flail and stab madly before plunging his scomp arm into the battle droid's chest and ripping out the droid version of its jugular. Absolutely unhinged behaviour. The absolute madlad.

Now picture Echo finally snapping and doing this to a bunch of Imperials and just absolutely annihilating them. There is so much in him that is screaming to be let out. The general batshittery that comes with being an ARC Trooper. The insanity and chaos of coming from the 501st and Torrent Company. The unconventional, yeet-the-reg-manual-out-the-airlock, bonkers existence of The Bad Batch. Plus all that trauma, fury and rage of what has happened to him, what was done to him, and everything that he’s seen, experienced, endured, suffered, and survived. When the last few frayed threads holding Echo back finally snap he is going to go completely postal.

Is it healthy? No. Is it "good"? Probably not. But my god, would I love to see it.

The Clone Wars has a history of tackling and portraying difficult, multilayered and nuanced topics and we've seen that in The Bad Batch as well. More recent Star Wars series, such as Andor and The Mandalorian, have also had a real interest in showing the murky areas that exist between the good (Republic) and the bad (Imperial). There's been a particular focus on showing that there's a lot more grey than we think, rather than the pure dichotomy between cliched black and white. That sometimes there is no right or wrong decision. That sometimes everything is awful and everyone is stuck in a shitty situation from which there is no way to escape unscathed. In order to make it out alive, lines are going to be crossed. The battle of good vs evil takes on a new edge and the line between good and bad gets very murky.

That quote about how “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” comes to mind. In this instance, the Batch are still fighting tooth and nail for each other but their sacrifices and actions are starting to take them to much darker places. It’s a classic example of good people being driven to do bad, awful, terrible things when those they love are in danger and they will do whatever it takes to save them.

The whole 'deeply flawed parental figure seeking vengeance' is a popular trope at the moment as well so Feral Hunter would make sense narratively for a number of reasons.

Will we actually get it? Probably not. And even if we do, it'll probably still be a watered-down kid friendly version.

But oh, just imagine if we did.

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portgas-d--umb-ass · 9 months

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THE DEATH OF RORONOA ZORO.

- written by sanji.

we gave you a grave, i know you wouldn't have wanted one, but i also do not listen to idiot mossheads. it's next to ace's, luffy wanted that. you were his third brother.

do you remember how he wanted to learn swordsmanship? he finally did it, for you, i guess. he took wado ichimonji, he knows how much it matters to you.

brook took sandai kitetsu. he said that a cursed being like him needs a cursed sword, at times i believe that he truly thinks he's been cursed.

i thought about taking enma, but a cook's hands must be only for cooking, you would have fought me for going against my beliefs. we gave back hiyori-sama what was her family's.

franky took that disgusting thing you called a bandana, green, almost black. it's from your days as a bounty hunter, as the demon of the east blue. he said that it matched his 'vibe', that it was macho...just like you.

robin-chan took another thing from before, before our separation. she took the shirt you used to wear, the yellowish white one, from your original bounty. did you meet luffy in that one?

chopper took your green haramaki, on him it looks like a dress, he looks like a small peluche. he wears it and stares at your sleeping spot, you will be missed.

nami-chan said that she already has a part of you, your money. usopp, that idiot agreed, that is until he saw your earrings. nobody had taken them, they were such a part of you, as important as your swords. he tried to give them to luffy, but our captain refused. he already had the sword.

so nami-chan took two of them while usopp took one, you three were the first ones to join luffy, it means a lot to them, even tho nami-chan insists that she joined after me and that she does not care much. but she still planted belle-mère's mandarins near you.

hey zoro, do you miss those days?

i believe jinbe is the only one who did not take from you, he joined later, but that does not mean that he didn't mourn you. he did not take, he gave. he made sure to have a sun on your grave, you know how much meaning that sun has for him, but he still gave it to you, you are a friend of the fishmen.

i took your yukata, the one you wore when the crew reunited after two years. well, i took most of your clothing, but this is the most significant one. i wanted to feel your warmth all around, i feel lonely, ya know?

life is different without you, sometimes i get out of the kitchen, i turn to where you used sleep, i am ready to scold you, but you are not there you damned marimo.

i did not expect you to be the first to leave, no, i expected nobody to leave.

life is hard.

zoro, do you regret the way you lived?

zoro, did you find happiness?

i know you can't answer, i asked too many times and no answer came, so believe me, i know.

i'll see you not soon enough, king of hell.

#one piece #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #god usopp #tony tony chopper #cyborg franky #soul king brook #jinbe jinbei jimbei or jimbe #jinbe #nico robin #angst #muah #i cooked #i'm sorry #i could have given sanji the earrings but i am evil #the death of roronoa zoro #ig

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patrickm156 · 3 months

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End of The Line

Peach jumped off her white horse as her boots planted the ground. She was wearing a tan cowboy hat with a red band and two horns on the side of the hat, she wore a red bandana tied around her neck along with a symbol on the side, she wore a brown leather vest along with a buttoned up blue denim shirt, she wore denim jeans along with chaps that covers them, she wore brown leather boots and wore tan leather gloves that covered her hands and finally she had a brown leather holster around her wrist with a cork gun secured. Her boots crunched the dirt on the ground with each step she took while dust was being kicked up, she tipped her hat up to reveal cold blue eyes as she slowly approached two outlaws that were staring her down. The first outlaw wore a white cowboy hat with a red band, she wore light blue shirt that was tied on the bottom which revealed her breast and stomach, she wore short navy blue booty jeans along with dark brown chaps that covers her thighs, she wore white leather boots and tan leather gloves that covered her hands and finally a gold star was on the front of her belt as two dark leather holsters rested on her thighs with a cork gun secure tightly. This woman’s name was Rosalina and she had a high bounty on her head and so did her partner. She stared down the approaching woman as her thumbs hooked through the belt loops. The second outlaw wore a red cowboy hat with a purple band along with a pink bandana tied to her neck, she wore a tan leather vest along with a red flannel shirt, she wore brown leather gloves and denim jeans along with red leather boots and finally she wore a tan leather holster with a heart symbol in the front and a cork gun secured tightly. The second woman’s name was Pauline and she was rumored to be one of the quickest draws in the whole west but today was going to change. The two outlaws watched as Peach stood 20 distance from them as she planted her leather boots firmly on the ground to settle herself for the upcoming draw.

Peach: You two are really wanted throughout the western frontier…you fellas even have a big reward on your head. Besides me turning you in..I plan to get that reward so I can better my town and help my people out..so I suggest you make this simple and easy for the both of us and come with me.

Pauline scoffed at this as she narrowed her eyes towards the bounty hunter in front of her and her partner.

Pauline: If you really think we’ll turn ourselves in then you got another thing coming! We plan to keep shaking up the frontiers and continue to take care of any law enforcer that gets in our way!

Rosalina nodded her head and stared coldly towards the hunter.

Rosalina: If you know what’s good for you then you’ll leave us alone…otherwise we’ll just have to put you down like the rest..

Peach smirked confidently as she slowly hovered her hand over the holster on her hip.

Peach: I knew this wouldn’t be easy..oh well I at least get to further my skills with some target practice~

Pauline had a scowl on her face as she also hovered her hand over her holster.

Pauline: Your gonna regret ever challenging us varmint…let’s do this

Rosalina nodded her head as she slowly hovered her hand over the holster which rested on her thigh. The three women entered a stare-off as they faced each other in the vast desert.

Peach spread her legs to the side which framed both outlaws within her legs while both outlaws made some space from each other so they wouldn’t get in each other's way while dueling. Peach squinted her eyes on the two woman as her fingers wiggled over her leather holster ready to draw and to turn these two in, Pauline narrowed her eyes on the hunter in front of her and her partner as her fingers were wiggling over her holster also ready to draw at any moment and to cork this woman down. And finally Rosalina narrowed her eyes at the bounty hunter as she wiggled her fingers near the holster on her thigh as she was also ready to draw and to make sure that this hunter didn't follow them. The three women were backing down from their respective goals so easily as they continued to stare-off against each other.

Some dust swirls by each woman’s boots as a tumbleweed drifts between them setting the mood for this showdown. Peach licks her dry lips as she starts to squint her eyes deeper towards the two outlaws. Her gloved fingers wiggled slowly by her holster as she was staring intently at the two woman wondering what their plan could be, Pauline’s scowl deepened as her gloved fingers wiggled by her cork gun slightly quicker as she was ready and waiting in anticipation to defeat this hunter so her and her partner can be on their merry way. Rosalina licks her light purple lips as she planted the heel of her boots firmly on the dirt ground as she settled in her stance. She wiggles her gloved fingers gently and patiently near her holster as she squinted her eyes further towards the bounty hunter ready to end this and get this over with. Peach’s body was relaxed as she flexed her fingers and then stretched them, Pauline’s body was tensed as she licked her ruby lips while her gloved fingers continued to wiggle slightly faster and finally Rosalina’s face had a mixture between determination and concentration as her fingers continued to gently and patiently wiggle towards her cork gun.

The warm afternoon sun shone brightly on the three women as sweat went down their foreheads with the wind slightly blowing their hair to the side. Peach rested her hand on the handle of her cork gun as her thumb slowly stroked the handle while her finger was moving towards the trigger, Pauline’s hand gripped the handle of her cork gun tightly as her fingers caressed the gun ready to start this showdown already. Rosalina’s fingers gently drummed against the handle of her cork gun as it made a sort of rhythm while her thumb rubbed against the handle as well now wanting to draw and fire.

Silence filled the tense air as the three women had different goals in mind and were ready to achieve them by any means necessary. It was all up to skill or luck to see who would walk away unscathed. All of a sudden the silence was broken by Pauline.

Pauline: DRAW!!

The two outlaws suddenly drew their cork guns at lighting speed but were caught off guard as two corks landed on their chest and stomach. Their eyes slowly shifted to Peach as she already had her cork gun drawn out with smoke blowing from it.

Peach: I think you’ll two be coming with me now~

The bounty hunter then used her rope to trap the two outlaws as she rode back into town ready to fix her town up.

It was the end of the movie and Peach, Daisy, Rosalina and Pauline had smiles on their faces.

Daisy: You all did a good job with this one! I can’t believe you guys won the Mushroom Kingdom film fest!

The three women giggled as they looked at one another

Peach: Practicing and improvising some scenes really helped us out

Pauline: I really didn’t think I could play such a ruthless and angry character..but I’m glad the results were good

Rosalina: I must admit I was nervous at first..but I’m glad everything worked out in the end with this.

Daisy just playfully rolled her eyes as she smirked

Daisy: Well next time they better cast me as well so we can really have some fun!

The four women shared a laugh as they enjoyed the movie.

Aftering seeing Cowgirl Peach in "Princess Peach Showtime!" I just had to write a small fanfic about it and what better way is a good ol' western movie

#princess peach #princess peach showtime #cowgirl peach #princess rosalina #pauline #princess daisy #western #wild west #movie #duel #showdown #western duel #super mario #nintendo #cowgirl pauline #cowgirl rosalina #bounty hunter #outlaw

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grineerios · 7 months

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Meet Crux (pronounced CREW-s or CREW-ks), my Solaris OC! (and his Kubrow-)

Crux is the primary spokesperson for a remote ice-mining detail of Solaris in Neptune Proxima. He leads, five, maybe six other Solaris, and often acts as a mediator between them and the ten-ish Corpus that oversee the operation.

Crux has quite a few augments- the most notable of which replaces his right arm and shoulder. A modified Shockwave MOA leg, imbued with experimental Arson Eximus technology- bought off a black market, of course- makes punching or crushing ice trivial, an ability that's saved the lives of both Solaris and Corpus on occasion. He lost his left leg (below the knee) as a down payment on his augments. Additionally, he has a few minor strength augments on his right leg to make heavy lifting easier.

Not much is known about his past, since he doesn't like to talk about it- but there have been rumors passed around about him being a failed archaeologist, or treasure-hunter.

On one of the rare occasions that Crux left Neptune Proxima to trade on Earth, he met Master Tesonai, who sold him a Kubrow puppy, who very quickly became the unofficial mascot of his group of Solaris, much to the chagrin of the Corpus. Crux named her Auron, after the golden metal in the region. She's around a year old at the moment- still very much a puppy. :>

Crux is fascinated by Orokin artifacts, and will hoard or steal any that he finds, regardless of the consequences most of the time.

Not that he faces many- the Corpus he's stationed with tend to live in fear of him, even though they hold more authority than him. Given that under Crux's leadership, work is done efficiently, and that their spokesperson has a fucking eximus arm, the Corpus are forced into a position where they have to put up with Solaris bullshit, occasionally- lest Crux make them into Dagath imitations. (that is to say, punch a hole clean through their heads.) This does bring peace between the groups, but it's an incredibly tense truce. On very rare occasions, though, the Corpus and Solaris do get along quite well.

Crux is aware of Solaris United, but isn't involved due to the remote nature of A) being in a Proxima region and B) the closest planet being Neptune. He may also have minor disagreements about the way SU handles things, but that's neither here nor there.

He has a pretty simple design. Six lights on a rectangular panel make up his "face", and he tends to dress plainly, with a very worn hat that he feels incredibly self-conscious without, and bandana. He has a repeating dovetail tattoo that (on his organic arm, his left-) goes from his shoulder to the back of his hand. Occasionally, he gives his bandana to Auron to wear. or chew on, let's be honest. He also has a single glove, with a two-bar design on its back.

His MOA arm has replaced up to, and including his shoulder blade, and has Orokin-esque proportions, with a significantly longer "forearm". His "hand" has three "fingers", and can be superheated at will.

He was initially meant as a warframe universe persona for myself, but things very quickly spiraled out of hand when I started coming up with lore for him. He's really his own thing, now.

Bonus: His name is derived from the word "Crucible", keeping with his running theme of gold.

#warframe #personal nonsense #crux the solaris #solaris oc #grineerios art

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skyvaikers · 2 years

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padawan found [ bad batch ]

SUMMARY — the bad batch take in an injured jedi padawan

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, order 66 mentions, angst

REQUESTED BY — anon

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EVERYTHING YOU’D KNOWN HAD GONE TO RUIN. your life, your master, and your precious jedi temple. the last thing you wanted to do was run, but you knew you had to. to save yourself.

you sought refuge — if that’s what you’d call it — on bracca. even though the planet displayed the bones of jedi cruisers, it provided at least some cover from the empire. that thinking was ironic, considering the empire was all over the planet, scavenging for parts and in the back of their minds, jedi.

fortunately for you, they hadn’t found you. you made a cruiser bridge your home. dangerous as that was, there wasn’t much else to do or go.

unfortunately for you, while you were finding the place, you fell and tore up your leg pretty badly. you tried to wrap it up, but you knew you’d need some form of stitching to officially heal your wound. because of that, you had a growing infection in your leg.

you were slumped against the control panel, trying not to let the fever overtake you. you exhaled slowly, attempting to control your breathing. you looked down at your lightsaber, which laid loosely in your hand. what used to be a symbol of peace was now a symbol of treason.

“commander?”

“you’re in violation of order 66,”

“MASTER!”

“RUN!”

it didn’t make sense to you. none of it did. those words forever haunted your mind, and those were the words that blared in your ears whenever you looked at your lightsaber, which to you, was now a symbol of failure.

a creak interrupted your thoughts. it was a lovely distraction from the throbbing pain in your leg. you slowly stood, bracing on the control panel. as you stood there, your breathing being the only thing you could hear, you started to hear voices. sure, voices carried once you were in a cruiser, but that’s the thing, once you were inside.

you grasped your lightsaber tightly in your hands. you told yourself you were ready for whatever threat has come to try and take you from the galaxy.

they came closer by the second. you didn’t want to ignite your saber, not wanting to fight anymore, but you didn’t want to die. as the voices drew nearer, you recognized them. they were clones. fear seeped into your chest as you ignited your lightsaber. you hated how the clones that were once your friends were now hunting you, and every time you ignited your saber against one you died a little inside.

“there’s someone in here!” a girl. she sounded young, but you didn’t recognize the voice. she was blonde and wearing a bright smile; what was she so happy about?

the others followed, and as the clones showed their faces, you raised your weapon.

“woah woah woah, kid, easy now,” you didn’t know which one spoke, but you assumed the one with his hands out. you watched as he carefully removed his helmet, revealing his face. adorned with a skull tattoo and a bandana, it somehow made you feel safer, but you still kept your lightsaber raised.

“we’re not gonna hurt you,” skull-tattoo spoke again. his voice was soft, like the clones she used to work alongside.

“i don’t believe you,” you whispered. you were terrified. why hadn’t they killed you yet? maybe you were going to be the empire’s next prisoner.

“i know, but we’re not like the others. we’ve had our chips removed,” skull-face spoke again. he seemed to be the leader, given how the rest of the men took off their helmets and followed his lead.

you clung onto the word ‘chips.’ you hadn’t heard of them, but based off of a rumor, it’s what made the clones turn against the jedi. three simple words rewrote everything the clones believed in.

hunter could see the gears turning in your head. maker he felt bad for you. he didn’t think there were any jedi left, but he was proven wrong. he wished he had the words to say to you, but he knew no matter what he said you were never going to trust him.

“my name is hunter, this is tech, echo, wrecker, omega, and rex.” hunter introduced, gesturing to the other members of the group. the one named rex looked normal, given his armor, but the way his face was twisted into a frown made her feel safe for some reason; rex knew things.

“y/n,” you nodded slowly. you deactivated your lightsaber, but didn’t clip it back to your belt.

“your leg,” the one with the goggles — tech — pointed out, “it’s bleeding,” his observation brought you back to reality, which was that you had a fever from how badly your cut was infected. you wobbled, your vision blurred as the adrenaline started to wear off but you stood your ground.

“sit down, kid, you need help,” rex spoke this time. you analyzed him as you sat down, not being able to hold yourself up for much longer.

“you were up the chain of command,” you observed as tech got to work on your leg.

“i was captain of the 501st,” he knelt down beside you.

“anakin skywalker’s battalion. you guys were legends,” you hissed as tech applied disinfectant on your cut.

“i guess you could say that,” rex shrugged. you could tell he was tired. you believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt you. you flicked your eyes to the others as they knelt around you, their eyes filled with exhaustion and even a hint of fear; they were on your side.

“i didn’t mean to threaten you,” you mumbled as tech wrapped up your leg.

“don’t apologize. if i was in your position i’d do the same thing, maybe more,” hunter sighed, “i’m sorry about…well, all of this,” he chuckled dryly.

“not your fault. the clones were pawns,” you grunted as the one called echo helped you up, “and unfortunately still being used as such,”

silence fell over the group as echo helped you out of the cruiser. you didn’t believe you’d be leaving that hell-hole, but it was definitely time for hope.

“thank you,” you called to the group.

“ah, don’t mention it! we love helping people,” wrecker laughed. you liked him. he’d lift your spirits.

“you don’t mind tagging along, do you?” hunter asked as he glanced back at you.

“i don’t mind at all,”

“it’d be nice to work alongside a jedi again,” echo spoke softly. you didn’t press his choice of words, you could sense he’d been through a lot like the others, but it seemed a little more sensitive. so, you smiled and nodded at him.

“like the good ol’ days,” you chuckled, even earning one from echo. like the good ol’ days.

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still not over order 66 SO here’s some hope in the midst of it! i hope this met what you had in mind anon! i’m not sure if i met the exact request but i did some platonic stuff with our fav boys + rex 🥰 anyways enjoy! and pls pls stay safe and healthy out there lovelies! as a reminder, requests are open!

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #the clone wars #the clone wars imagine #bad batch #bad batch imagine

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immagods · 16 days

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It's been like 9 hours since I watched the final and I still can't get over it.

For one, I cant believe that they actually let Tech die. I know so many of us really thought that he would come back this season, most likely as cx-2. So to have them kill off cx-2 and not even reveal his face hurt alot. The way that they killed Tech just seemed so open ended, we've seen people survive from super high drops before, and they didnt even show his body. It really feels like they teased his survival with his goggles and the mannerisms that they gave cx-2 just seemed so Tech like. While I'm not autistic and don't rate to him in that aspect, I know he was that one character that so many people could relate to. And I still loved him so much. It just feels like they kinda strung us along with this.

On another hand, I can tell you how happy and relieved I am that the rest of the batch survived this episode. I was so ready for one or more of them to die, but no they all lived!! And then that end scene really made me cry. Omegas all grown up now, like really grown up. And she grew up safe on Pabu too. And old Hunter! Like he's so pretty, island life really suits him good. And then Omega going to fight in the rebellion, and she has pieces of the batch with her. I sobbed when I saw Tech's glasses and that she's wearing Hunters bandana. I hope she runs into Hera at some point.

Over all I loved the final and think it was amazing, even if I wish they did somethings different.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself now that it's over..

I hope they make a show with Rex and Echo leading the clone rebellion.

#like i dont know how to feel #im in mourning #but also at peace #really im in shambles #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #starwars #sw #the bad batch season 3 #sw tbb season 3 #sw tbb s3 #sw tbb spoilers #sw tbb #the bad batch spoiler #the bad batch s3 #the bad batch season three spoilers #sw tbb ep15 s3 spoilers #sw tbb ep15 s3

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This is kind of a basis for a fanfic I plan on writing, but I wanted to see what people thought of it first.

Rex had never liked the quiet before, it had always reminded him of all he'd lost, now more than ever as he walked into the empty barracks of the Resolute, the barracks that used to be filled with the laughter and joking of his brothers and his sister.....Fives, Echo, Hardcase, Tup, Kix, and Ahsoka all gone. Even though he had gotten Echo back for a short time, he was taken from him again in the blink of an eye. The only person Rex could really count on was Cody, or so he thought.

Time skip

After the Tribunal crashed, Rex and Ahsoka went to search the wreckage, hoping to find survivors....they weren't so lucky. As they moved further and further into the star destroyer, all they found were the body's of thier Brothers. Rex didn't know many of his men personally anymore. He had learned a long time ago that that only makes it hurt more when they die. So it wasn't until he found Jesse's body that he truly mourned for the losses on the ship. For Jesse was the last remnants of the original 501st and of Rex's closest brothers, the ones that Fives had deemed "Rex's inner circle." Rex would never admit it because he didn't want to incourage Fives, but he actually liked the name.

Ahsoka had told him that she couldn't feel Anakin or Obi-wan anymore, and that could only mean on thing that the remnants of the 501st had finished the job that Rex couldn't. He didn't even want to think about the 212th. He just prayed that Cody hadn't been directly responsible for Obi-wans death. He knew how close his brother was to his general.

After burying the dead they headed to the core world's where they got word of Padme Amidalas death, since Rex was one of the few people who officially knew about the marriage of Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker he knew that if she was dead and the world wasn't burning as they speak then Anakin must be gone too. They traveled to Naboo and attended the funeral, there Ahsoka ran into Bail Organa, who gave Rex information on where he might find the bad batch. Soon after the funeral, Rex and Ahsoka parted ways, as much as it hurt Rex to leave her he knew it was for the best.

It had been several months since his last encounter with the bad batch to remove their inhibitor chips. Since then, his hair had grown well past regulation length, which to Rex symbolized his desertion from the Empire or Republic or whatever, he'd stopped caring who he was fighting a long time ago. His hair was also long enough now to wear the blue bandana that 99 had given him when he was a cadet. One of the last times Rex had talked to 99 before his death 99 had told him that a young defective cadet admired Rex so much from the stories 99 told him that he got a bandana of his own except his was red.

His current mission was to find Cody, he'd found out recently that most of the high-ranking clones, like Cody had been made into purge troopers.Rex had already rescued Wolffe and left him with Gregor back on courasant. Rex was currently tracking one of said purge troopers to Ord Mantell.

When he landed, he made his way to Cids bar, where he was greeted with hugs from both Wrecker and Omega. "Rex, I missed you."

"I missed you too, Vod'ika."You've grown a lot since last time."

"I sure have. Also, what's vod'ika mean?"

"It means little sister or brother in mandoa."

"Why are you here again so soon, Rex?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'd like to think it's because you missed your favorite Vod'ika, but I assume that's not it." Echo added jokingly.

"As good as it is to see you Echo your right that's not why I'm here, I'm here because I tracked a purge trooper to Ord Mantell, a purge trooper I belive to be Cody.

Time skip

"This isn't you, Cody, it's your chip, I know you're still in there, Cody. u just have to fight it." Rex screamed, tears streaming down his face as he held a blaster level with the chest of his closest brother.

"Good soldiers follow orders." That was all Rex needed to hear. As he fired at the brother that meant the world to him, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Rex opened his eyes and ran to his brother, his blaster bolts had hit their mark just as they always did.

Through tear stained eyes, Rex could see that Cody was trying to say something. "It's not your fault, Rex, it's mine, I wasn't strong enough.. i wasn't strong like you were i failed you Vod'ika " "And tell my Cyar'ika, tell Obi-wan that I'm sorry."

#the clone wars #captain rex #arc trooper echo #commander cody #long post

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 52: Blow- Eva Under Fire

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter Warnings: Unethical experimentation, death by nom, mentions of medical torture

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Miria crossed her arms, leaning against the back of the deck chair as Cid talked on holo. She didn't even look at the trandoshan as she spoke. "I don't know what's got you guys so twisted."

"We were stranded on that planet, Cid. And you left us!" Omega sounded as bitter as her general felt.

"And now you're not. Plus you got your ship back."

"No thanks to you." Wrecker grumbled.

"You want to mope or make money? I've got Intel on a wreck worth salvaging."

Miria pursed her lips. "You want to employ us again after you abandoned us?"

"Don't give me that, Stripes. After all I've done for you."

"I suppose you think I should be grateful you left my family marooned on a hostile world with less than three days rations, where we were nearly killed in your mine, and then almost enslaved by a madman exploiting children?" Miria finally gave her a look, right down her little button nose. "Not a single clone on this ship is ever going to be a slave again, Cid. I don't care what I have to do to ensure it. I'd think you'd feel the same, after all we've done for you."

Cid wilted a little under the woman's stare. "Thirty percent cut of something big would be worth your time."

"Thirty percent is our standard rate." Tech looked up from his datapad.

"You're not impressing me, Cid." Miria huffed.

"Thirty-five. For the trouble."

Hunter scoffed. "Yeah, sure." He looked at Miria, who looked unimpressed and had started examining her fingernails.

"Forty, then."

Omega made a face, shaking her head. "After what you did?"

"Stripes, work with me here. You were a Jedi, you know the value of a good information broker."

Miria huffed. "The Jedi had the best of intentions, but that doesn't mean they didn't make errors in judgment. I'm beginning to wonder if you were one of them."

Cid groaned. This ragtag band of misfits had been driving a much harder bargain lately, since Miria got back from Thule with an attitude to bely her height. The clones rallied right around her. "Fine. Fifty percent, as a token of my goodwill."

Omega looked up at Miria. The former Jedi shifted, cocking her hip. "Send the coordinates, then."

"About time you see reason. Don't come back without something worth scavenging."

"I'm surprised you think we'd come back at all." Hunter leveled her with a sharp stare.

"Don't test me, Bandana. Just get the job done." Cid hung up.

"She's starting to wear on my nerves." Miria said mildly. "Maybe we shouldn't go back."

"Severing ties with Cid would be exceptionally difficult, given the information she has about us." Tech grumbled. "It may be wiser to consider this a final mission for her, and leave on good terms."

"She did have a point about a good information broker." Hunter sighed.

"I'm sure Uncle would make a more reliable substitute." Miria shrugged. "What did she send, Tech?"

"Only coordinates, without any transponder data or cargo manifest. And nothing on the cause of the ship crash."

"Limited intel again." Wrecker groaned.

"As usual." Miria sighed. "Wonderful."

"Scavenging a wreck can't be that hard." Omega grinned.

Hunter sighed and shook his head. "Let's get this over with."

"Looks like the ship crashed near a village." Wrecker looked up at the plateau of lights from homes in the distance as they stepped out of the Havoc Marauder.

"That is likely how the crash was reported so quickly." Tech nodded.

Miria stood next to Wrecker, looking at the lights for a moment. She wondered, as she often did, about the families inside. Were they sitting down to dinner, telling each other about their days? Mothers and fathers would soon be putting little ones to bed, kissing them goodnight and singing lullabies to soothe them into sleep.

If the galaxy hadn't been swallowed by the Empire, she might have been doing the very same thing. She'd either have a newborn in her arms or be still round with child, content in a rocking chair by a fireplace. It laid itself out so inviting to her mind's eye; the warm stone hearth of the parent's farmhouse casting cozy and nebulous shadows around the room. Annalise would be bringing her tea as she knitted and rocked, fussing in her loving way about Miria not overtaxing herself. Argais and Jet would be laughing about it, Irene trading war stories with the team while Aram listened in between pages of whatever galactic law book he was studying and Omega looked at them with starry eyes. Crosshair’s hands would settle on Miria's shoulders when he entered the room, her head would come up to look at the look of faint delight and pride replacing his usual grumpy disinterest. Maybe, if she pulled his hand down from her shoulder to her belly and Mayrin kicked, he'd even smile…

Doesn't that sound so much better than this, my love? Wouldn't you rather live that way? We could still have it, even now. It would be different, maybe, but it would be ours.

She pushed the image through the battered but unbroken bond between herself and the sniper, a silent plea once again for his return. No matter how she hardened herself to survive the tempest the galaxy around her had become, she was still Miria Halcyon. She still dreamed of a quiet and peaceful existence, one that some might call diminished after her role in the war and after.

It wasn't diminished to her. It was everything worth having, and worth fighting for.

"The ship appears intact on the scanners, so the cargo should be simple enough to transport." Tech nudged her lightly, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. She nodded and put her helmet on, shaking the melancholy off her skin.

"Lead the way." She murmured, tearing her eyes from the village.

When they reached the crash site, Hunter put his hand on the hull. Wrecker made a concerned noise. "No markings."

"That's unusual." Miria frowned. "What in the Force was it doing before it crashed?"

"Judging by the hull damage, it is likely the crew all perished. They will not be able to tell us." Tech shrugged, working to get the hatch open.

"They could be trapped inside. We should check." Omega pleaded. Miria was forever amazed at that kind heart the little girl had, that never seemed to waver no matter what she saw.

When the hatch opened, they carefully moved in with their blasters out. It was eerily silent, like a tomb.

"Sense anything, Miri?" Hunter frowned.

"Something is alive… but what I can't be sure." She frowned.

"Hey, check out out! High-volt electrostaff!" Wrecker, never one to be made dour, picked the weapon off the floor.

Miria shifted her grip on her rifle and touched the wall as she leaned to get a closer look. Her fingers met deep gouges in the durasteel instead of smooth plating. "Oh… oh dear."

"Something unfortunate happened here." Tech whispered, his head lamp illuminating the claw marks.

"Whatever did this wasn't human." Hunter suppressed a shudder.

"I will go to the bridge and restore power." Tech volunteered, quite eager to hurry this mission along. This place gave him the creeps.

"Alone?" Omega squeaked.

"Your concern is unwarranted. I will be fine." The genius reassured her before walking out.

Omega looked at Miria. "Why is he like this?"

"He's a Mandalorian, my dear. We're all like that." She waved for Omega to follow her and Hunter down the opposite direction, with Wrecker at the rear.

They entered a large room in the center of the ship, and even in the darkness they recognized laboratory equipment. Miria stood in front of a large containment tank, shuddering as the prickly feeling that she knew well returned to her. This felt like the labs on Kamino, the place clones were birthed and changed to be better soldiers no matter how they felt about it. This was the kind of place Crosshair had been taken after Kaller, where the Kaminoans made the chip in his head stronger.

Where the man who'd once said he'd beg for her life had gone to die.

"This is Kaminoan cloning technology, but it looks different from what I saw in Tipoca City." Omega confirmed.

Hunter hit his comm, thoughts wandering the same way as Miria's. "Any luck, Tech?"

"The bridge power will soon be restored." Their brilliant inventor replied.

"These walls are reinforced." Wrecker frowned, touching a flashlight left on the ground. It was slick, covered in a thick slime. "Gross…"

"Something is in here with us, Hunter." Miria whispered, reaching for her saber. She could feel it; the pulse of primal intelligence and hunger. "It's sentient. And angry. It wants…" She ignited her blade and held it up, eyes widening when she came face to face with a creature.

It had an oblong head, no eyes she could see, and a long scaled tail. It growled at the light bathing in before taking a threatening step towards Miria.

"What the hell is that?" Hunter gasped before it let out a roar and jumped.

Miria was frozen in horror, only saved by the clones opening fire and forcing the monstrosity up the wall and into the ceiling. She'd only felt this one before, in the second year of the war, when a well-intentioned mistake by Anakin and Mace Windu had unleashed a gargantuan creature hell-bent on killing Palpatine upon Coruscant. It can't be! It was the last of its kind!

The power came on around them, and the creature jumped over them and down the hall. Miria tried to strike, but her saber glanced off the scales harmlessly. "We have to get off this ship, and we can't let that thing escape." She looked at Hunter, and the wild fear in her voice was enough to turn his stomach to knots.

"Tech, we've got to go." He ordered.

"It would seem this was a research vessel. Imagine what we could learn-"

Miria hit her comm. "I know precisely what this is, and it's still on board! Now, Tech!"

"You sound upset, General."

"A juvenile Zillo Beast is heading right for you! Yes I'm upset!"

"Shit." Hunter took off after the creature, rounding the corner to find it munching on electricity from the power generator. It was bigger, spinier now.

Wrecker stopped short behind him. "Does that thing look different to you?"

"It's eating the power supply." Miria whispered. "It's getting bigger…"

Tech ran up from the other direction, eyes widening at the sight of the creature. "Fascinating…"

"Tech!" Omega squawked.

"Take cover!" He got a handle on his nerdiness and pulled a grenade. Hunter grabbed Omega and Wrecker scooped Miria to his chest, ducking behind a wall as it blew.

Instead of killing the Zillo, they inadvertently gave it an escape route and it ran out of the hole, heading straight for the village.

Miria started swearing softly. "We have to contain it!"

"It likely ate the previous crew, so we are fortunate it is probably not hungry." Tech shrugged.

"It ate the crew?!" Omega yelped.

Hunter cut Tech off when his know-it-all index finger popped up. "We have to stop it."

"I will double back into the ship for further information." Tech nodded.

Omega followed him. "I know about Kaminoan cloning technology."

Miria nodded. "Hurry." She, Hunter, and Wrecker took off after the monster.

"You know what it is, Miri. How do we kill it?"

"The only way I know is Malastarian fuel." Miria panted, running at full speed. "Which we don't have."

The village was in danger. Those innocent families she'd been so envious of, their lives of domesticity and peace, were all in danger.

"Our blasters don't touch it. Even your saber didn't hurt it." Wrecker wheezed as they scrambled onto the Havoc Marauder.

"Get on the tailgun, I'll take the gunner's nest. Hunter, fly like you mean it." She ordered, climbing into Omega's room.

They couldn't kill it like this. Lasers wouldn't touch this creature. She needed a plan.

The knock on her door was so quiet she almost missed it. It had been a hard day, half the city sector destroyed by a rampaging monster, and her shore leave was interrupted by tending to the creche all day. Those poor frightened little ones had cried for hours, and her team was blowing up her comm to make sure she was okay. They'd only been on Coruscant so she could see Master Che… Crosshair was probably going to climb through her window before nightfall, if she didn't go back to the ship-

"Come in?"

The man in her door looked like he was going to crumble. "Miri…" There was dirt on his face, he smelled faintly of fuel, and the regret in his blue eyes could have swallowed the Force itself.

"Anakin?"

He crashed into her arms, bent over her smaller frame, and started to cry on her shoulder immediately. "I made a mistake, Miri. I should never have let him bring it here… he said he wouldn't hurt it, and it'd help the clones."

"Oh, Ani…" She hugged her boy tightly, because Anakin Skywalker had always been her boy. One of her many children, the ones she'd raised and loved and seen grow with her precious little time. "Shhh. Tell me what's happened."

"The dugs were going to kill it, so Windu and I captured it instead. But the Chancellor made us bring it here, and Padme was mad at me, and it got out, and now it's dead!"

Miria hugged her friend a little closer, heart shattering at the broken sound of his voice. "It wasn't your fault. You did all you could, dear. It was an unfair situation you were put into." She didn't know what to say to ease his pain, but she knew one thing abundantly clear.

Sheev Palpatine was a cruel, terrible man.

Tech on the comm tore Miria from her thoughts. "This is indeed the same species that attacked Coruscant during the war. It feeds on energy, you must not let it get to the village's power grid or it will grow exponentially in size."

"Too late." Hunter groaned.

Miria looked out the window at a familiar sight, a three armed reptile roaring its fury at the galaxy as it clung to the biggest building it saw.

"We have a larger problem. Imperials!" She jerked her head as three LAAT gunships whizzed by. "Pull out of the wreckage, Tech. We'll come get you."

"The data transfer is not complete."

Miria gritted her teeth. "The Empire is coming to capture the Zillo!"

"Let's not be next." Hunter jerked the controls, ducking them out of firing range and heading back towards the crash site.

Miria dropped out of the gunner's nest and to the hatch, opening it and grabbing Tech and Omega as they slowed enough for the two to board. "Go! They're coming back for us."

Hunter yanked them into the atmosphere and slammed the hyperdrive faster than was probably safe.

When the adrenaline wore off in the silence of space, she stood up. Omega crawled into her own bunk and hugged Lula as the former Jedi began to pace. "A Zillo. It's supposed to be extinct…" She all but growled. "What did those bastards do?!"

Tech sighed. "It seems that it was cloned, General."

Her teeth ground audibly. "Palpatine."

Of course, it all came back to that monster. The Sith the council suspected in the Senate, the inhibitor chips, Anakin's downfall, it all led to one person. Palpatine.

She wanted to bury him alive with a straw in his mouth for air, just so she could put her thumb over it.

"The order was given when he was still Chancellor. Before the Empire."

"Why would he even want a Zillo Beast?" Wrecker grumbled.

"The same reason he wanted the first one. To weaponize it." Miria sank into her deck chair, fists clenched. "He tortured that creature. No wonder it broke out and went after him… Anakin should have let the bloody thing eat him."

"Where were they taking it?" Hunter frowned.

"The ship did not have a destination in its system. It was heavily encrypted data, even on the ship's internal system." Tech explained. "I… do not believe the Empire destroyed the cities on Kamino to end cloning, but to control it."

Miria stiffened and looked at Hunter. There was a silent conversation held between their eyes, the general looking more demanding that usual and her sergeant more resigned. "Send the data to Rex and Echo. See what they make of it." He said quietly.

From her spot, Omega gave a small and anxious smile. Miria stood and went to the bunkroom, sitting on the bed with her fists on her knees.

Open your eyes, Crosshair. Look at what is happening. I know you hear me. How long are you going to make me wait?!

#orginal character #crosshair #chronic illness #crosshair smut #eventual smut #explict #clone force 99 #the bad batch #caught in the crosshairs

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[ID: 3 digital drawings of 2 characters (1 higher to the left facing left, 1 to the right facing right) each. The first has 2 young men. The higher one is short with a puffy white coat, blue hat with ear flaps, and big blue and grey boots with belts. His hands are clasped in front of himself and he's smiling gently. A text box beside him says "MATORO, translator and hunter, right hand of Turaga Nuju, legally not allowed to translate Nuju's curse words, friendliest Ko-Matoran ever." The lower one is thinner, with a grey parka with the hood up, a white cape, and blue goggles. He has his hands in his coat pockets and is frowning. A text box beside him says "KOPEKE, ice carver and guard, left hand of Turaga Nuju, bad case of resting bitch face, Matoro's best friend." The second has 1 young man and 1 young androgynous woman. The higher one is lanky with a bright green tank top, unlaced brown and green shoes, a glove on one hand and a beaded bracelet on the other, and feathers in his ponytail. He has one hand on his hip and a bemused expression. A text box beside him says "KONGU, Gukko force captain, right hand of Turaga Matau, a little too serious for his own good, gay gay homosexual gay." The lower one is tall, with a green jumpsuit tied at the waist with a bow, 3 beaded bracelets on one wrist, and sandals. She has one hand to her face and a soft smile. A text box beside her says "TAMARU, navigator, left hand of Turaga Matau, loud and talkative, ADHD icon, egg, terrified of heights, likes to swim." The last has 2 young men. The higher is skinny with a long purple top under a short black vest, purple gloves and boots, and black leggings. He's holding one hand to his chest and the other up, winking. A text box beside him says "ONEPU, captain of the Ussalry, right hand of Turaga Whenua, self-absorbed but, like, nice about it, Taipu's best friend." The lower one is buff, with a light brown top with the sleeves rolled up, black bandana around his neck, chunky black boots, and brown leggings. He's flexing one arm and smiling. A text box beside him says "TAIPU, miner, left hand of Turaga Whenua, Himbo Supreme, doesn't look like Hafu, why does everyone keep saying that." End ID.]

More designs for the Bionicle Sports Anime! Finished the rest of the kolhii teams. Gonna maybe do up some uniform stuff next, or possibly the Turaga and some minor characters like Kotu and Kapura.

Some notes about village fashion under the readmore!

[Commissions open!]

Ko-Koro Fashion: Warm, obviously. Ko-Koro is the coldest place on the island, and while Ko-Matoran are more used to and able to withstand the cold than most others, it's still cold as balls there and they do need to stay warm. Many layers are not only common but encouraged, and a lot of clothes are fur-lined. Snow goggles are also common to help prevent snow blindness. Thick, waterproof boots are a must.

Le-Koro Fashion: Le-Koro is the poster child for "it's not the heat, it's the humidity." Most clothes are light and airy (ha). Feathers are a common decoration, along with flowers from the jungle floor. Kongu is wearing a protective glove to help him with his birds. Friendship bracelets are also popular in Le-Koro. People will make bracelets with their names on beads and give them to their friends. Tamaru has one from Kongu and several from Matoran outside the village as well (Takua and Taipu's are pictured). Kongu has Tamaru's as well.

Onu-Koro Fashion: Onu-Koro is fairly temperate year-round due to its proximity to the Mangai. Clothes tend to be tighter but stretchier due to how much physical labour Onu-Matoran do. They also wear mostly darks, since darker colours hide the dirt. Pretty much everyone wears work boots and gloves at all times as well, even if they aren't miners. Due to their weak eyesight, Onu-Matoran often wear wide-brimmed hats or specially tinted goggles if they have to go above-ground for any length of time.

#bionicle #human bionicle #mnolgii #art #fanart #digital art #yes i specifically used the same colours i picked for hafu when colouring taipu just to make that joke.#tamaru isn't out yet at the start of the story i have planned but i'm calling her she bc she is a girl in this version #who's going to stop me? greg farshtey? god? i have to laugh #bionicle sports anime

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photogirl894 · 2 years

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"Sun and Rain"

Chapter 50

"Infiltration"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Gah, this one took forever!! I originally intended for the rescue to happen in this chapter, but everything beforehand ended up being longer than I anticipated, so I split it up and the rescue will be next time! Until then, this is the buildup to it all 😁

Warning: slightly suggestive language (very brief)

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @fnaf-girl-blog , @tech-aficionado , @ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettroseog , @tech-deck , @thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink , @l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle

《 Chapter 49

》 Chapter 51

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Explanation: The Koriena Force arrives on Nar Shadaa the day before the Eradication. Soon, their rescue plan will be put into action, but they must fool the leader of the Eradicators first.

Kimber sat as still as she could while Kida painted on the finishing touches to her temporary tattoos. Kida took her brush tipped with purple ink and gently dabbed it onto Kimber's skin just below her right eye, finishing the last part of the tattoo.

"There!" stated Kida as she pulled the brush away. "You look amazing, if I do say so myself."

She brought Kimber over to a full body mirror for her to see the completed look. Kida had painted three medium purple dots above and below both of Kimber's eyes. It was different seeing herself with any sort of tattoos on her face. It was simple enough that they could remove it later, but it definitely changed her appearance quite a bit.

The tattoos were the last touches needed for her disguise. Kida had already done her hair; it was in an updo of braids curled up into ringlets and pinned to where her long hair that usually fell to her hips stopped just short of her shoulders. Across her hairline sat a green bandana with gold embellishments on it that tied at the back within her hair. She now was clothed in brown leather armor that Kida declared was "more breathable" over a simple outfit of a long-sleeved black top and black trousers. The mask she was going to wear over the lower half of her face sat wrapped at the base of her neck so she could pull it up when she needed it. Leather cuffs covered her wrists and boots covered her feet. To top off the sophisticated flair that Kida wanted to give her, she wore a long cape that matched the same shade of green as her bandana and had white fur lining the collar.

All her weapons had been provided for her by Lex, who apparently had practically a whole armory in the basement of the house. Kimber had two blaster pistols, different than her normal blasters, holstered on her hips as well as a myriad of other weapons hidden on her person, thanks to Kida's strategic alterations: a vibroblade in each of her boots as well as a vibrobaton in one of them, a couple small grenades and thermal detonators on the back of her belt hidden by the cape, a pouch of caltrops, a wrist laser and small grappling hook in her cuffs and stun cuffs disguised as the clasp for her cape.

Kida then informed her that there was a secret switch sewn into the side of her bandana that activated Kida's eye color discs she wore in her eyes. Kimber reached up, pressed the switch inside the fabric by her left temple and watched in the mirror as her eyes shifted from her normal amber brown to an icy crystal blue, which took her aback upon seeing it.

This was a whole new Kimber.

"I...almost don't even recognize myself," she said in astonishment.

In that moment, she was no longer Kimber Sallaros, member of the Bad Batch.

She was now the Alpha, bounty hunter and leader of the Koriena Force.

It was unbelievable how much Kida had been able to almost completely alter Kimber's appearance with only a few minor alterations.

Kida then responded, "If you can't even recognize yourself, then there's no way Jax Orroco will either."

"You really outdid yourself with this," said Kimber.

"Oh darling, this is nothing," Kida said back. "If I'd had an extra hour, I could make you look like the Queen of Naboo herself."

"Funny you should mention that," Kimber told her through a snicker. "Rex knows the former Queen, Amidala, and that's who he told me I should model my voice after. Or, at least, the way she did it."

Kida grinned. "Well, he certainly made a good call." Then she cried out so the others could hear on the other side of the door, "We're ready!"

"About time!" called Rina on the other side.

The two ladies stepped into the main room, where Rina, Lex, Irys and Rex were all waiting for them. Rex had changed back into his normal 501st armor sans weapons. They all looked shocked as they saw Kimber come into the room.

"Kimber?" Rex asked, stunned.

"Yeah, it's me," she said, holding her hands out as if to show off her look.

With a triumphant grin, Kida declared to Kimber, "I told you my disguise for you would fool the good Captain!"

Rex's eyes found Kida. "You've done a brilliant job."

"I hope to hear you say that to me again after all this is over," she replied with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows.

Rex's throat tightened briefly and he said nothing.

"Wow! You look pretty official, boss lady," commented Rina.

Looking down at her new attire, Kimber said back, "I feel official...and it's really strange."

"All right, let's go through the plan one more time before we take off," said Rex, stepping forward. "Kimber, talk us through it."

She gave him a small smile. In the day it had taken for them to prepare, he had helped her through everything and was giving her opportunities to really step up as a leader, which she truly appreciated.

Kimber looked to Irys, who then pulled out a holopad and projected a hologram of the Eradicators base that she had managed to procure.

"The plan is this:" said Kimber, "we'll reach Nar Shadaa the day before the Eradication takes place. We'll infiltrate the hideout as bounty hunters with Rex as our prisoner, going directly to Jax Orroco with our prize. After which, we'll request access to the rest of the Clones in the Eradicators' possession with the intent to buy or trade for Rex."

As the hologram zoomed in on the layout of the detention cells, Irys put in, "Jax is a womanizer, so if you use your femininity against him, you should be able to get him to show us to the detention level."

Kida snickered and elbowed Kimber in the arm. "We'll get to see how well you flirt. Or I'll be more than happy to step up."

"No, I...I can try. I can do it," Kimber told her with a slight nervous gulp. Then to avoid feeling anymore awkward, she kept going, "The Eradicators are arrogant and have no guards stationed the the detention level, which works to our advantage. Once we're there and have Jax distracted, Irys will hack into the security system and install an override that will activate at her command and disable all the cells at once."

"She can also keep an eye on the security cameras just in case. When we disable the cells, she can keep the feed on a loop so no one can see the Clones escaping," interjected Lex.

"There's that, too," said Kimber.

Rina stepped up and asked, "Where would the Eradicators stash their weapons? The Clones are gonna need those."

Kimber pointed to a room just off the edge of the detention level. "They're stored in here. It's also got a secure lock that can only be activated at the console in the detention level, so Irys can get that unlocked, as well. We'll sneak in under the cover of night when everyone is asleep and free the Clones. Whatever ships we can steal from the Eradicators or other bounty hunters, we'll encourage some of the Clones to take and Rex will lead the rest to an abandoned junkyard a few miles out where we'll have gunships stationed for evac." She had Irys deactivate the holo. "Commander Cody will have his Republic cruiser on standby outside of Nal Hutta, the next planet over in this system, so as to not draw any unwanted attention outside of Nar Shadaa. Once the Clones are freed, we'll send him word and he'll make the jump over to here to send down the gunships, pick up the Clones and get out before any suspicion is raised."

Kimber stole a look over at Lex. "Thanks again for that idea."

Lex smirked. "It pays to have lived on a criminal planet. You learn a few tricks."

Then Rina inquired, "What are we going to do if we're discovered during the rescue?"

In reply, Kimber simply stated, "Then we'll have to fight our way out."

With a devious grin, Rina said back, "I like the sound of that."

Kimber then said in conclusion, "Once we get away from Nar Shadaa, the cruiser will make a stop over Toydaria in case anyone, like my squad most likely, doesn't need additional medical treatment, is meeting up with other squads elsewhere or just doesn't want to go back to Coruscant and they'll let off anyone who wishes to go."

"Sounds like a solid plan," commented Rex.

"There's one more thing," Kimber said back. She looked back over at Lex. "Lex, what bigger explosives do you have?"

That question earned raised eyebrows from everyone, especially Lex.

"Why do you want to know?" she inquired.

Kimber took a deep breath. This was something she'd given a lot of thought to and she had a feeling the others might not agree with it. Especially Rex.

Steeling herself and remaining firm in her thoughts, she said back, "I can't allow the Eradicators' movement to continue. I have to end this."

The first to pick up on her meaning was Kida, who asked, "Do you mean...you're wanting to blow up the Eradicators' fortress?"

Kimber turned to face her...and nodded.

"Kimber...you're talking about killing people," said Rina.

"They're terrorists who want to unjustly murder innocent soldiers," Kimber countered, her voice hardening. Then she spoke with conviction, "I owe the Clones everything! They have saved my life several times over. I have to protect them. The Eradicators, Carson and Jax all view them as less than human yet they have more human qualities than anyone! They possess compassion, loyalty, courage, conviction, kindness and valor; something the Eradicators wish they had!"

She began to calm down just a little as she then went on, "Besides, I'm the reason all of this is happening. If I hadn't fought with Carson, then the Eradicators would've stayed just a group of protesters...but because I gave Carson a hard time which led to Crosshair killing him to protect me, it all came to this. If we don't stop them now, it'll simply be a repetitive cycle: we'll free the Clones and the extremists will still go out and capture more...or worse, they'll just start killing Clones in the streets everywhere in the galaxy without provocation and commit mass genocide. All of this began with me...and it's going to end with me. I have to end the Eradicators. I can't see any other way."

The others all exchanged looks of slight apprehension. They could understand her reasoning, but the idea of blowing up a building full of actual people instead of Droids or creatures was a little unnerving, despite the kind of people they were. Though, as Rex looked at Kimber, he saw a determination in her eyes that he hadn't seen before, which was startling. He'd seen tenacity from her before, but never like this. It was clear to him that she was dead set on this. She was going to end the Eradicators if it was the last thing she did.

This ultimately proved the extent of her loyalty to the Clones and how far she would go for them. She was willing to go so far as seriously considering killing a group of people who threatened the Clones' very existence. Just when he thought she couldn't surprise him more, she proved him wrong. He admired her resilience and devotion. Even though any other time, he might've felt uncomfortable with the idea of killing living beings that weren't Droids, these people were threatening his brothers; his family. Kimber was right. If they weren't dealt with now, the cycle would never end. More Clone lives would be lost or put in danger. The Eradicators would not stop until all Clones were gone...or they themselves were gone.

"You're right," spoke Rex.

The ladies all looked at him, a bit astonished.

"My brothers all around the galaxy will always be in danger as long as the Eradicators remain at large," he explained. "We've got to put a stop to all of this. I’m with Kimber on this.”

Seeing that the Clone Captain was in agreement with their leader seemed to put the other women’s minds at ease. They all glanced to each other, silently gauging each other’s opinions on the matter.

Rina was the first to speak, flourishing her vape mod and saying, “Well...the Eradicators are a group of freaks. I don’t like freaks. I say we scrap ‘em like the heartless Droids they are.”

“They’re barbarians,” said Kida with a disgusted roll of her eyes.

Then Irys spoke up, “I suppose I can get on board. After all the research I’ve done on them, I wouldn’t complain if they were no longer around.”

“Same,” added Lex. She moved up beside Irys, snaked a hand over her opposite shoulder and said, “If Irys is in, then so am I. I’ll bring the biggest explosives I have.”

Kimber took note of Lex’s action, finding it a bit curious, but was nonetheless glad to see her new friends were on board with her plan. She had honestly expected there to be a bit more of a fight on the grounds of morality, but it seemed there wasn’t any need, which made her feel better. With that settled...she felt ready to go.

“Well then, we’ll get those explosives on the ship,” she said, “and then...we make for Nar Shadaa.”

"Kimber, help us!"

"Get us out of here!"

"Save us! We need you!"

Kimber could hear Clone voices calling to her from all around her in the void she stood in. They were panicked and frightened, but she couldn't see anyone no matter how much she looked around. There was only their voices, crying out desperately for help.

Finally, she cried out into the dark, "I will! I'll save you all! I promise!"

Right then, the voice of Jax Orroco boomed above her, yelling, "You can't save them, girl! Their fate is sealed!"

Hearing his voice again made her grit in her teeth in anger. "Don't underestimate me, Jax! I beat you once before, I'll do it again!" she shouted out.

"As long as I live and breathe, your precious Clones will never be safe," his voice spoke again.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind that made Kimber almost lose her balance and she turned away to avoid the wind, but when she moved, she suddenly saw her Bad Batch boys, all of them in a line, on their knees and locked in stuncuffs around their wrists. Behind them were hooded figures and on the left standing by Hunter was Jax, looking smug and cunning as she remembered him.

"You touch them, I'll kill you," she threatened, her voice deeper and darker than even she recognized.

He smirked and huffed in amusement. "Your threats mean nothing to me. You will lose...and I will win." He turned to his guards, motioned with his head and gave the order, "Take them out."

The hooded figures withdrew carbine rifles and aimed at the Bad Batch's heads. All of them looked to her with eyes pleading for her help. However, before she could react, the guards fired their weapons and all of the Clones fell to the floor dead.

A horrified scream ripped itself from her throat, followed by the words laced with fiery hatred, "I'm going to kill you, Jax! I'll kill you!"

"I will kill you!"

"Bad nightmare, boss lady?" asked the voice of her bunkmate in the bed above her, a cloud of citrus-smelling smoke lingering between her and the ceiling.

Kimber gasped aloud and jerked awake, sitting up in the cot she slept in. She was now aboard a bigger ship that was on its way to Nar Shadaa in the middle of hyperspace. She could still feel the fear and the anger from her dream inside and she took a few seconds before realizing she was awake. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, but once she came back to reality, she slowed her breathing down, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. After months of being on Coruscant alone and without Hunter or Echo to help her through her nightmares, she had to learn how to cope on her own. She was getting better, but she still had a long way to go.

Kimber sighed into her knees. "Yeah...they're a pretty frequent occurrence," she answered.

There was a small silence before Rina replied, "This one sounded pretty serious. You were muttering 'I'll kill you' pretty loudly. You want to talk about it?"

It took Kimber a few seconds before responding, "I saw Jax...and he killed my boys, saying I'll never be able to save them or any of the regs."

"Regs?" asked Rina.

"Regular Clones like Rex. It's how my squad refers to other Clones since they themselves are different," Kimber clarified. She rested her head down on her knees in front of her. "I have nightmares like this a lot, dreams of my deepest fears and things that scare me."

There was another brief silence before Rina asked, "You want to try a smoke? It might help calm you down."

Kimber turned her head and saw Rina's vape mod dangling over the edge of the bed above her. "No thanks, I'm all--"

She stopped short as she looked back and noticed...the vape mod was floating in the air next to her.

Shocked, she reeled back and questioned, "Rina, how are you doing that?"

The mod floated back up, disappearing from her view, and then Rina's head appeared over the side as she stated casually, "Oh, I'm Force-sensitive. Did I forget to mention that?"

Kimber's eyes went wide, staring up at her. "Yes. Yes, you failed to mention that," she said back, still astonished.

Rina swung her legs over the side and dropped to the floor. "Well...now you know my big secret."

"Secret? Are you not a Jedi?" Kimber inquired.

With a small scoff, Rina told her, "Nah, I'm not a Jedi. I almost became one, but...I ended up running away. There were a few reasons, but overall, it just wasn't my scene."

"That's why you're living on the run," Kimber said aloud in realization. "You don't want the Jedi to find you."

"Yep, pretty much," said Rina with a nod and a shrug. Then she quickly moved on, saying, "So this nightmare of yours: you say Jax killed your boys. Clearly, you're afraid of losing them...but do you think there's anything else behind it?"

It was strange to Kimber to actually have someone ask about the meanings behind her nightmares. Normally, they would just reassure her that it was just a dream and it wasn't real. She took a small moment to reflect on what more could be behind it other than just her fear of losing her squad.

After thinking it over, she then said with another sigh, "I guess it's also my fear of failure. Failing my boys, all of the Clones, you and the other ladies...and failing myself."

Rina said nothing for a minute, but then sat herself down on the edge of Kimber's cot. She lifted a hand, but then hesitated. "Am I good?" she asked, gesturing to Kimber's shoulder with her eyes. When Kimber gave her a nod, she put her hand down on the shoulder and went on to say, "Kimber, I didn't pick you out to be our leader at random. Now, I might not be a Jedi, but I still don't question the Force too much. Don't have the time or the patience, so as long as it doesn't give me too hard of a time, I'm fine with it." Rina gave Kimber's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I could sense through the Force that you were special; you were someone I was looking for. I've got full confidence in you and your abilities. You're not going to fail. You're going to get your boys back. Especially with us at your side. I really think the Force brought us all together for a reason. If anyone's going to take down an extremist syndicate, it's you and us."

Kimber admittedly didn't know much about the Force except for anything Echo mentioned to her that he'd heard from his old Jedi General, Anakin Skywalker. It was strange thinking there was some larger spiritual entity at work in the galaxy, influencing people and events...but then it was the little things like this moment with Rina that almost made her believe in the Force just a little.

She reached up and grasped Rina's hand on her shoulder. "Thanks, Rina. I don't know how I deserve your support, but it means a great deal right now."

"You've got my support until the day I die, boss lady," said Rina. She turned her head, inhaled on her vape mod, blew out the smoke and then added, "Let's just hope that day won't be on Nar Shadaa."

"It won't be if I have anything to say about it," Kimber responded with confidence. "I've got your back if you've got mine."

With a grin, Rina said back, "I feel safer already."

The criminal underworld planet almost looked akin to Coruscant from its orbit. It was dark yet anyone could see lines upon lines of lights over the whole planet, forming intricate patterns on the surface. Commander Cody had escorted the Koriena Force with his cruiser to ensure they made it to Nar Shadaa safely and then redirected his course to Nal Hutta, jumping into hyperspace soon after.

It had been an interesting couple days getting to Nar Shadaa. The women all got to know each other a little bit better and Kida couldn't stop flirting with Rex the few times he came out of the cockpit. Despite how awkward he would look most of the time, he seemed to be taking things a bit better each time. Kimber began to wonder if the stoic Captain was starting to soften towards the Pantoran woman.

Now, they were beginning their approach down onto the planet. After breaching the atmosphere and coming down through the smoggy clouds, they were met with numerous buildings covered in neon signs and bright lights. It was almost hard to believe this was a criminal planet, given how vibrant everything was.

"Home sweet home," said Lex flatly as they all were looking out the viewport.

"Will you be recognized by anyone, Lex?" inquired Kimber.

The Zabrak shook her head. "No, I usually kept a low profile. The people Rina had to help get me away from were all taken care of. It shouldn't be a problem."

Kimber gave her an affirming nod.

Rex, who was piloting the ship, then stated, "There's the junkyard."

Sure enough, as they began their descent, they spotted the junkyard that was their designated location that was away from prying eyes to land their ship as well as where the gunships would meet them during the rescue operation. Rex brought the ship down to the ground for a soft landing.

Kimber came up next to him as he got out of the pilot's seat. "I'm going to apologize to you now, Rex, for anything I might do or say while we're in the Eradicators' base," she told him, a guilty expression on her face.

"This mission isn't about me," he stated back. "Do whatever you have to do to gain Jax's attention, even if it means roughing me up a little."

She nodded in understanding before pulling out a hood and saying, "I'm going to have to put this over your head."

"Understood," he said.

"Who has the stun cuffs?" asked Irys aloud.

"I do."

Kimber sighed and let her head drop at hearing who responded. Of course, it would be Kida who would get a hold of the stun cuffs for Rex. She turned her head and saw Kida standing a few feet away with the most devilishly devious smirk on her face and the stun cuffs dangling off one of her fingers. Kimber then noticed Rex immediately tensing up as Kida strode forward and he held his arms out in front of him.

As she placed the cuffs around his wrists, she looked up at him and said, "I quite like the look of you in stun cuffs, Captain."

There were a few quiet groans from the others.

"You are going to let me out of these eventually, right?" Rex questioned.

Kida grinned and replied in a sultry voice, "Only if you're a good boy."

"Oh, for goodness' sake!" Irys groaned, exasperated, while putting a hand to her forehead.

Kimber had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from either screaming or laughing. She couldn't decide how she wanted to react.

"Heel, girl!" cried Rina, looking up at Kida.

"We must stay focused, ladies. Especially you, Kida. Stay focused!" Lex exclaimed.

Kida couldn't help but snicker playfully before giving Rex a wink and just walking away, a more prominent sway in her hips as she left.

Rex cast Kimber an awkward glance and told her, "Put that hood on me now and let's get going."

Knowing he was desperate to get out of the situation, she obliged and pulled the hood over his eyes. Then she pulled up the mask around her neck over the lower half of her face and then pressed the switch in her bandana, activating the eye color discs which made her eyes bright blue.

"All right, ladies...let's go," she ordered the rest of them.

They all got the last of their weapons and supplies and disembarked off the ship. Lex beat Kida over to Rex and led him along like a prisoner, much to Kida's slight disappointment. They made their way through the junkyard and into the city. There were numerous ships and speeders flying around, showing the business of the underworld. They weaved their way through the city, letting Irys lead the way since she knew the location of the base. Naturally, there were a lot of unpleasant looks cast their way, but no one really seemed to pay any attention to them.

After a bit of time passed, Irys finally pointed to a tall, less than spectacular towerlike structure. "That's it right there," she said.

Kimber took a deep breath. This was it.

She went ahead of Irys, figuring the leader of the bounty hunters had better lead the way. They approached the doors where there were two guards standing outside.

"You here for the Eradication?" asked one of them.

"Remember your Alpha voice," Kimber thought to herself. Then she straightened up, deepened her voice, refined her accent and answered, "Indeed...and we have a prize that we think the head Eradicator himself will be pleased with."

The guards looked to Rex behind her, noticed the make of his armor and figured out right away what he was. They nodded to Kimber and opened up the doors to the Eradicators fortress. The Koriena Force entered the building, where it was filled with all sorts of people. There was a mix of rich, wealthy-looking people and then more sketchy people who more than likely were the bounty hunters. It was safe to say the Koriena Force was a good mix of both sides, sophisticated and dangerous. They blended in very well with the crowd. There were men and women of all different races and species surrounding them as they walked through up the aisle in the middle of the giant, brightly lit room, all of them enjoying food, drink and conversation. The walls were lined and decorated with gold and silver, art and abstract statues; clearly displaying the wealth behind the Eradicators. It disgusted Kimber seeing such blatant displays of money for a terrible group of people. There were so many better ways they could spend their wealth, but no, they wasted it on a hideout for people who looked to eliminate a race of people. With every step she took further into the building, she hated being there even more.

They eventually caught sight of Jax Orroco near the center of the room lounging on an oversized stone throne with gold and silver embellishments and eating some finger foods. Kimber had to grit her teeth upon seeing him to hold her anger together, remembering her dream in that moment, and she was grateful for the mask covering part of her face so no one would see the scowl she most likely had. By this point, all eyes were watching them as they moved into the center of the floor before Jax's throne.

Jax saw the ladies and the hooded Clone approach and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "Well...what do we have here?" he asked out loud, clearly interested in the group of interesting women in front of him.

This was the moment Kimber prepared for. She was going to hate every word that came out of her mouth for this act and was most likely going to vomit later on, but she knew she had to do this.

"Jax Orroco," she spoke in her Alpha voice. Then she bowed at the waist and said, "What an honor to be in your presence, sir."

The other women followed suit and bowed behind her.

"I do not believe I have seen a group of women such as yourselves before," Jax commented. "Who are you?"

"We are bounty hunters known as the Koriena Force and this is our leader, the Alpha," answered Rina, gesturing to Kimber.

He grinned deviously at Kimber. "A pleasure, Lady Alpha," he said to her.

His response sent unpleasant shivers down her spine, but she couldn’t let it show.

Then he noticed their prisoner in the middle of them and asked, gesturing with his chin, "You have something for me?"

"Indeed," she said. She stepped back, removed Rex's hood and then handed it to Lex. "I present to you Captain Rex of the 501st Clone legion and the right hand to Jedi General Anakin Skywalker himself; a Clone of high renown and quite the reputation."

There were astonished gasps from all around and even Jax looked surprised at seeing Rex. Rex glared up at Kimber, keeping up the act of the prisoner.

Continuing, Kimber looked to Jax, keeping her eyes trained on him, and explained, "We managed to capture him on Balmorra. Not an easy task, by any means. We had thought not only could he grant us entrance to the Eradication...but he would make a marvelous addition to your ever-growing collection."

Jax focused on Rex intently and Kimber could almost see the gears turning in his head, thinking of all the ways having Rex under his control would work to his benefit.

"He would, indeed," said Jax.

"Now, time to lure the prey in," Kimber thought.

She then said out loud, positioning herself in front of Rex, "However, if you want the Captain, I do have terms that must be met."

Sitting back against his throne and seeing he was facing more of a challenge than he suspected, Jax replied, "Of course. I can arrange for a vast sum of credits to be--"

"I do not want your credits," she cut him off.

In the moment, she remembered Rex's advice: "Speak in a way that conveys the message 'you will not talk down to me' and that you know exactly what you're doing." So that is what she intended to do here. Interrupting him was already the first step because plenty of people around the room looked quite taken aback at her and glancing between her and Jax, waiting for his reaction.

Though, before he could do anything, she told him, her deep tone unyielding, "I require a presentation of the other Clones in your possession. My ladies and I are in need of some servants and these...men, I suppose we'll call them--though they could hardly be classified as such--would perfectly suit our needs. I would gladly barter the Captain in exchange for one or multiple of your other prisoners, whatever you think is agreeable, and then pay handsomely for any others I deem suitable. These are my terms."

With every word she spoke, she felt sicker and sicker to her stomach. Having to speak about the Clones like they weren't people and that they were objects to sell betrayed everything she believed in. She hated this so much, but it was necessary. She had to keep telling herself that.

Jax continued to eye her curiously. She began to wonder if she was overdoing it or if she wasn't doing enough to sell their cover. The way he was looking at her was contemplative yet suspicious. The room was eerily quiet, waiting for his response. Then he finally stood up and walked out towards her, stopping just a couple feet away. He studied her carefully, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Did he actually recognize her, despite everything she'd done to disguise herself? She was getting incredibly nervous, but kept her composure.

Then at last, he broke the silence by asking, "Why do you wear the mask, Lady Alpha?"

Kimber stiffened a tiny bit. "Oh no...!" she thought, panicking. Neither she or Kida thought he would even bother to ask, so they hadn't come up with a story behind the mask. She had to come up with something believable and quick.

"I...do apologize, sir, but I'm afraid I suffered a grievous wound to my face recently," she told him, "and bacta can only do so much at a time. It is not yet properly healed and it is a ghastly thing I don't wish to show in public. Speaking still gives me great distress even now."

Then, to her surprise, Irys came forward and added, "It's true, sir. I'm the medic of our team and have been assisting in her recovery. I recommended the mask to prevent any further infection."

"Oh stars, thank you, Irys!" Kimber said mentally. Perhaps with her help, she could better deceive Jax regarding her mask.

Jax continued to study her face and Kimber was starting to get irritated that he wasn't saying anything. Then, in that moment, she recalled what Irys had mentioned before they left for Nar Shadaa:

"Jax is a womanizer, so if you use your femininity against him, you should be able to get him to show us to the detention level."

Oh, she was going to despise this the most.

"Time to go in for the kill."

Kimber moved forward, putting minimal distance between her and Jax, and she said to him quietly as she ran a finger up his arm, "If I may, sir...if you are willing to give me a showing of your Clones...." She got up on her toes, placed her hand on Jax's bicep, leaned in and whispered in his ear, switching to a more sensuous tone, "Then perhaps, after the Eradication, I could also give you in return...a celebratory private show of my own."

She felt the muscles in his arm tense up and the tiniest moan sounded from his throat. More than likely, nobody else heard it...but she certainly did.

"Got you."

Kimber took a step back and Jax had to quickly regain himself. He was clearly flustered and Kimber once again was grateful that the mask covered her mouth so he couldn't see the triumphant smirk underneath it.

"Your terms...are agreeable," he stated.

"Wonderful," she replied.

"Perhaps I could show the prisoners to you now," he suggested.

He was like putty in her hands at this point and Kimber was relishing in it. "That sounds like a splendid idea," she said to him.

"Then if you and your team will follow me to the detention level," he said.

Jax then offered his arm to Kimber. Here he was, trying to act like a gentleman and she wanted to laugh out loud. She knew he was no gentleman no matter how highly he thought of himself. He was a scoundrel, a racist and an attempted murderer. She hated this man and entertaining the mere thought of any sort of intimate actions she'd hinted at with him made her want to just die then and there.

Nevertheless, she gave him a grateful nod and looped her arm through his, looking over her shoulder and gesturing with her head for the rest of the Koriena Force to follow behind as they made their way to the detention level.

Phase one of their plan: infiltrating the Eradicators' base was now complete.

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