Wrecker never would have let go of Crosshair and Crosshair never would let go Firepuncher... He loved this wappon like his life and if he had died that day he died with this rifle. The fact that he let it go so easily in the final of tbb and that his brothers took it with them made it even more sad based on the fact that he gave his brothers the thing he would let his life for...
Original I had set out to draw a Hunter in a western but then I saw a pose on Pinterest and thought “well I could draw that.” And end up drawing Crosshair later on my brother suggested I draw Wercker in the background like the yelling cowboy meme.
commander layah kerriss is set to become a general, but the council has one final task for her: demonstrate her leadership abilities with the gar’s rowdiest bunch, clone force 99. while the others are open to the challenge, one trooper in particular is none to happy to be taking orders from her.
pre-order 66, canon-typical violence, canon divergent but only because i wanted echo in this fic but that doesn’t give us much time before o66, mentions of fives’s d**th, jesse and kix are besties, crosshair is a bitch but we love him anyway
tw’s will be listed before each chapter. nothing too serious, but just in case.
slow updates, because i’m in college and i work a lot, but i already have some stuff written, so i’m gonna aim to update every two weeks.
Read Pts. One and Two and Three and Four and Five and Six and Seven and Eight and Nine and Ten and Eleven and Twelve and Thirteen and Fourteen and Fifteen and Sixteen and Seventeen and Eighteen and Nineteen and Twenty and Twenty-One and Twenty-two and Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five and Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight and Twenty-nine and Thirty and Thirty-one
The room is mercifully quiet as you scrounge through the bodies, looking for anything that might prove useful. A pistol lays heavy in your hand as you step behind Cross. He’s kneeled next to a commando, refitting a heavy blaster with a scope he took from another fallen trooper.
“I didn’t know about Diayah tracking us,” you tell him. He makes no reply, and shows no sign of acknowledgment. You bite your tongue. “She told me she was going to Ryloth and that was it,” you tell him, voice quiet enough for only him to hear you. “I would have told you if there was anything else.” You glance across the room at Hunter as Cross’ shoulders tense up. You hold your breath as he twists around and peers up at you. His gaze falls to the side, thinking, before refocusing on you, brow furrowed as he gives a firm nod. “I have no idea what she’s thinking,” you murmur in pure, unabashed disbelief.
Cross stands up, gun slung across his torso. He steps towards you, lips parting slowly. “I know you would have told me.”
You take a breath, shoulders rising up tensely before you release the air like a popped balloon. You shake your head sharply. “When Hunter told you she was here… you didn’t look like you believed that.” You remember the quick turn of his head, those cool brown eyes narrowing on you before quickly looking away.
Cross takes a beat. Then he sighs. “Whatever… look that I gave? It was because I was worried about you,” he says, looking down at you softly. Holding his blast with one hand he reaches out and wraps his fingers softly around your forearm.
You peer up at him. “Worried? About me?”
He nods. “It’s been two years, Y/N. Diayah’s been through hell. We all have. I just…” he looks down and takes a moment to find the right words. “After all that time apart, and all the pain you’ve both been through, what if she’s not the person we used to know? The person you knew?”
“People told me the exact same thing about you, you know,” you tell him as you reach over your middle and set your hand on his. You don’t mean for the words to sting, but the flinch that wrinkles his cheek tells you they did.
“That’s why I was worried,” he says quietly, slipping his hand out from beneath yours and you step closer, not letting him retreat. He doesn’t look down at you, instead focusing on the men behind you. “I know what you went through to get me back. And I know you love Diayah but—”
You step forward, hand reaching out to cup his cheek as he stares down at you. “Cross, all I’m worried about right now is us getting out of here. Focus on that, alright?”
His shoulders slump in that way they always do when he knows there’s no point in arguing. He nods and turns his head as your fingers lay against his chest. You tilt your head and watch as Wrecker and Hunter approach, armed and ready.
“We’ve got three floors between us and the roof,” Hunter relays as your stomach tightens into knots. He looks down at his comm and taps. “Echo and Tech have Omega. They’re getting ready to take off so we don’t have long. Troops will be stationed at choke points, but hopefully the general has cleared a way for us.”
“And if she hasn’t?” Cross asks tightly.
You heft the pistol in your hand. “Then we improvise.”
“Three clone deserters and a jedi,” Wrecker says glancing at your stomach. “Those are some kind of odds.”
“Not the worst ones we’ve ever had though,” you quip back. You look to the side and find Cross watching you. You give him a reassuring smile. “Let’s go,” you say.
Hunter takes the lead, Crosshair close behind with you following him. Wrecker brings up the rear. As you all slip through the door, you keep your pistol raised, keen eyes watching for any movement ahead. But instead, all there is to see, is carnage.
Your mouth goes dry as you take in the torn bodies. The scars on the wall, ones that only a lightsaber could leave behind, still glow with heat.
“Stay sharp,” Cross says glancing back at you. “There could still be survivors.”
As if on cue, Hunter raises a fist in the air and you hold your breath as you sense it a second later. “Get down,” you hiss, crouching next to a column along the wall as the others follow suit.
Up ahead, at the fork in the corridor, a squad marches by, rifles at the ready, lights on. They scan this way and that as they sweep through. Lights wash over the floor before you as you keep yourself still, unmoving. You look across the hallway and find Cross doing the same, his eyes glinting in the light as he meets your gaze.
Your fingers tighten around the butt of your pistol as the lights fade and you turn to watch as the last guard disappears around the corner. You follow them with your senses and when they are far enough away you rise up in tandem with Hunter.
“Should we flank them?” Wrecker whispers as he and Cross join you.
Hunter shakes his head. “We go up the way they came and we can avoid them.”
You keep the ‘maybe’ to yourself as you all begin inching down the hallway again. You reach the juncture and Hunter immediately turns to the left, picking up speed, passing more bodies. Around a corner and then another and you come to the emergency stairwell. Lights flicker in through the window in the door.
“Nice and quiet,” Hunter says as he opens the door and steps inside. He looks up first scanning the stairs above before stepping forward and checking the stair well below. Twisting around he waves the rest of you forward and you glance down the center spiral. A black maw looms below and you swallow. There’s no sign of Selia or Diayah yet and everything points up the stairs, as you glance to the ceiling, move saber marks along the wall as if they were dueling as they went. You’re following after them you realize and your stomach turns as you imagine what you might find when you catch up.
“Y/N?” Wrecker calls your name as he waits for you to start the climb. Blinking you look to the side and find Cross and Hunter waiting for you on the stairs.
“Coming,” you say as you grip the handrail and propel yourself upwards. You climb one level before reaching a landing. Everyone’s eyes and ears are scanning as you go, a cohesive unit ready for anything, and it’s only when you reach the first step to the top floor that you stop. Your heart stops. You hear it.
Blaster fire. The sound of lightsabers.
Crosshair steps next to you as everyone strains their ears to hear. “That sounds bad,” you breathe as he slips his arm behind your back and waves Wrecker ahead of you.
“The roof is the only way we’re getting out of here,” Hunter says grimly as he and Cross share a look.
“Then we go in and lay cover fire for Diayah until Tech gets here,” Cross says. “If we clear off some troopers, she can finish the job and clear out the senator and her guards.” Hunter and Wrecker nod before starting up the stairwell without you. Cross turns and you can tell you’re not going to like what he has to say. “Stay in cover. Let us handle the guards.”
“I might not be the best shot here—”
“That’s not it and you know it,” Cross cuts you off.
You narrow your eyes. “If I’m getting shot at, I’m going to shoot back, Cross.”
His eyes lift to the ceiling as he bites his cheek. “I just don’t want you making yourself a target.”
“I won’t,” you tell him, shaking your head. “Trust me. I’m no more eager to get shot than anyone else is.”
Cross sighs. “I just—”
“Are you two coming or what?” Wrecker’s voice calls down softly.
You and Cross share a silent look, before you start up the stairs without him. Each steps brings you closer to the top floor and final door. Each step brings the impact of sound closer and louder and harder to listen to without flinching at every blast or scream. You reach the landing and find Hunter and Wrecker waiting by a door, light peeping in through a crack at the bottom. Checking your pistol’s safety is off you press your back to the wall beside the door and glance at Cross as he does the same, taking up his own position opposite you.
“Ready,” you say firmly as you swallow a breath. Hunter and Wrecker look between you and Cross who cuts his eyes up from his rifle sharply.
“Ready,” he breathes.
Shrugging his great shoulders Wrecker hefts his blaster and steps towards the door. He raises his foot in a kick and a loud thud breaks through the room, echoing off the concrete walls as he busts open the door.
Wrecker and Hunter dive through the door, taking cover behind a solid metal railing at the edge of the platform. You stand on one side of the door, Cross on the other. You peek out over the threshold, trying to see. Your eyes adjust to the light of day quickly, taking in the far side landing pad, the bridge connecting your side of the tower to the other. You duck as a shot hits above the door, sparks showering down on the floor around your feet.
“Stay back, Y/N,” Cross orders you as he takes aim and lets off a series of quick shots.
You turn your head and peek around the corner. As Wrecker and Hunter and Cross aim for the white armored guards, your gaze is drawn to a duel in the center of the far platform. It’s not the familiar faces that draw your eye. It’s not the way that Selia defends herself against each terrible blow Diayah throws at her. It’s the sabers. They clash and sparks fly, the familiar thrum of the weapons fills your ears as the sound of blasters fades away to mere white noise.
Your heart clenches at the sight of the lightsabers. Your eyes flit from your saber in Diayah’s right hand, to the one in her left, raised high over head before sweeping down to connect with Selia’s.
Y'all the next chapter is gonna be booooooomb.
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Today's Main Prompt is Scars. We know Wrecker has some, but how about the rest of the Bad Batch? Does Omega possibly have a scar?
Today's Alternate Prompt is Downtime! How does the Batch relax? Is cards and music or a bubble bath?
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