Instead of 50 years, let's make it 30 years from when Kix was found from stasis.
Bad Batch passed away because of their accelerated aging
Omega wears a armor that haves a piece of each original armor
Omega is in her late 30s now
Thank you @shadowlight17 for being my beta reader in this fic!!! You where a huge help with my spell checking and making sure everything was good!!!
It’s been 30 years since the rise of the empire, and Omega had witnessed it all. She watched her fellow clones fall to the empire hands due to the chip, she was trained and raised by the elite squadron known as The Bad Batch, learning all sorts of skills from them before their untimely passing. For the first few years after their passing, Omega felt alone, realizing that she was the last clone from the facility. She never imagined or dream she would meet another who shared her face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Ugh… That informant better have been right when she said I would find more supplies in this sector. It's impossible to find Separatist supplies nowadays…” Omega muttered to herself as she came out of hyperspace, reaching the planet Ponemah. It was an isolated planet, apparently the empire never got as far as this planet, and from what the informant had said the ship was practically untouched. Omega made her way down through the atmosphere, following the coordinates that were given to her, and to her surprise she found the old dreadnought ship lying where it had fallen.. “Bingo~” She chirped out, flipping a switch and powering the hyperdrive down. The landing sequence initiated, she scanned the landscape and scowled slightly at the dust stirring up with the disturbance. The ship settled onto its landing gear and Omega swung around, heading for the makeshift armory.
Her armor was a mix of her former mentor’s armor. Echo’s chest plate, Hunter’s helmet, Wrecker’s shoulder and arm pieces, which she had to weld to fit her own arms, Crosshair’s codpiece and leg piece, and last but not least, Tech’s backpack. The rest of their armor was laid neatly on their old bunks, everything in it was kept how it was when her family was last alive. She still didn’t have the heart to touch any of it, especially Lula. Once Omega was geared up, she made her way outside. The dust hitting her visor made it difficult to navigate, but she eventually found her way inside the downed ship. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, likely blown in from the surface, but nothing looked too damaged. Thus began her scavenging, everything she found useful she would drag inside her ship so she made sure to leave no room untouched. “This ship is a gold mine! I could probably sell some of this stuff...especially the deactivated droids! I know those will go for a good price.” Omega said to herself as she made her way to the last room of the ship; “I have a good feeling about this one.” She commentated as she forced the door open, shining a light inside the room. It was the most damaged one out of all of the rooms. She was sure she could still rummage and hopefully find something useful. Omega moved broken pieces, crates that had nothing in them, and wires that dangled from the ceiling. Nothing. “Well, that might be that…” The words echoed around the room and she turned to leave. Something tugged in her mind, something screaming that she left something big behind. “....One last look wouldn’t hurt” she exclaimed, turning around and lighting her flashlight once more. She looked over at a specific part of the room where there was a large piece of debris laying against the wall. Omega made her way over and pushed the debris off, gasping out loudly when she saw what was hidden behind it. A human. No, not just any human. A clone. Omega cried out and fell back, her breathing was shaky and she stared up at the pod that held the clone inside of it. How long had he been here, why was he here, who was he!? Those questions would need to be answered later, right now she had to get him out of there. Omega got back to her feet and quickly worked to get the clone out of the stasis pod. He was still in his armor and he was still young, as if he was stopped in time. He was also heavy. “Thank you Wrecker for all those weight exercises!” Omega giggled to herself as she carried the clone back to her ship. Omega had made her own bunk into a small med area. She was grateful that the clone was still alive somehow. She put him on oxygen and stripped his armor off, leaving him only in his blacks. Omega sat on a crate as she kept careful watch over him, his chest rising up and down with each breath he took. “How is this possible…” She muttered to herself. A part of her was worried about this clone. Was he one of the clones that the chip was active and participated in order 66? Or was this clone captured before that… Her questions was about to be answered because the clone began to wake up. Kix eyes shot open, gasping for air and coughing. He was delirious after being in stasis for so long. immediately cried out, “The J-Jedi, I need to get t-to the jedi..!” He coughed, thrashing around on the cot, “Where am I-I?! Jesse!! Rex!!” Omega rushed to his side, holding him down on the bed to not hurt himself, “Breathe trooper!” She says authoritatively, her helmet still on. Kix’s gaze flicked up to the helmet and he stopped thrashing a bit, “H-Hunter…?” He breathed out. Shock and confusion painting a picture on his face. Omega blinked, how did he know Hunter? Omega slowly took her helmet off, meeting the clone gaze. “No… I’m Omega…. You knew Hunter…?” To be continued........
All I’m going to say is- I’m not mad at anybody this episode.
I think everybody had the right to do what they did, and this is coming from a huge Hunter stan.
The batch gave Crosshair the chance, I don’t want people to forget that, I know they weren’t persistent, but it still happened, they still offered him the chance to join them, for them to be whole again.
But Cross didn’t want that- or at least he thinks he doesn’t want that, but right now there’s nothing he can do, if his chip is still intact (which I believe it is from the lack of scar and the holding his head) then he still believes in loyalty to the empire! He can’t help it, but that’s what he chose. Equally the batch can’t do anything about that right now, in order to keep one another safe, they can’t wait around for scouts to find them.
Stunning Crosshair would’ve taken away his right to his own choice, that would’ve caused more issues than necessary.
Hunter is still doing what is best for his squad, and we need to take Wrecker and Tech into this too. They have every right to be hurt. I’ve never thought about it this way, but they’re right, I know the batch didn’t go back for Cross (and I’m still mad at them for it), but Cross didn’t seek them out either, and he probably had the resources to do so more than they did!
I just- I don’t want to see slander towards any of them. They all have their reasonings right now. It sucks that they’re not together again, but it’s going to set up for an amazing season 2, I know it will. Hunter is protecting who he can, he gave Crosshair the choice to be one of those people, Crosshair declined. That isn’t Hunter’s fault.
Equally it isn’t Cross’s fault, with how he’s been treated I don’t blame him, but it’s not Hunter’s fault, and I don’t want to see any backlash towards either of them.
Yay another Crosshair and Omega mini fic? Not sure what to call these but I LOVE it along with anything to do with these two. Need more Fanfictions for them!!!
Crosshair: *doing his thing, death-staring into the void, chewing on his toothpick*
Omega: *comes nearer, watching him a while, smiles at him*
Crosshair: ...
Crosshair: what do you want
Omega: Can I have a toothpick too?
Crosshair: ...
Crosshair: fine
Crosshair: *takes out toothpicks, hands them to her*
Omega: *takes one and puts it in her mouth*
Omega: *proceeds to chew and eat the thing like a pretzel stick*
Crosshair:
Crosshair: Kid.
Crosshair: Kid, no.
Crosshair: *drags Omega to Hunter* take your child back
Love Crosshair and Omega!!!!
First off, this is great and hilarious and filled my heart with happiness because you ADDED Crosshair in it and a quick interaction with him and Omega (they are my favorite characters and pairing for the brothers and sister).
Hi, I just wanted to say I posed my first Bad Batch fanfiction. It’s a one shot that is Tech centric. It’s posted on ao3 so I’ll drop the link to it if anybody would like to read it :)
Please feel free to leave a comment, I’d appreciate it.
Happy Bad Batch season finale eve!! Here's some of the sketches of this rowdy group I've done in my sketchbooks since getting into it (Sorry no Echo, I still love him tho 😭). These are sorta in reverse order, so the Crosshair and Omega at the top is something I just finished this week with hopes for bonding between them next season.
The Tech and Omega drawing is based off of @lavenderstaars fanfiction, "Fall Back Into Place." It's sooo soft and heartbreaking, but I especially loved the chapter in question here :)
The last image is actually the first time I've drawn most of the gang, heavily referencing photos for poses haha! I had been intending to paint out the two portraits all the way, but my sketchbook couldn't handle the paint so they're permanently unfinished lol. I have more sketches and doodles but those get heavy into speculation (aka my fanfiction of how it's gonna go LOL) so they'll be a separate post :)
Here's hoping nobody dies tomorrow haha!!
Yay another Crosshair and Omega post!!! Making my day @animymind !!!!
I need some Crosshair love!
and some angst!
This two-parter is once again deticated to the wonderful modern batch art of @transformersluna
I will soon be posting these on Archive of our own but I have to wait on that little mail thingy.
Ps: english is not my first language so please dont be too disappointed in my writing but I wanted as many people as possible to be able to read what I write.
Clutching the steering wheel tightly with his white knuckled hands, he parked on the side of the road leading to the house of Omega's friend Hera. The two met after Omega's prolonged period of isolation at school and soon became inseparable. So it was no surprise that Hera, who was throwing a big party (supervised, of course) for her 15th birthday, made Omega her special festivities coordinator.
When Hunter dropped her off there that afternoon, he promised to pick her up again, no later than 9 p.m. Rolling her eyes and pointing out that she wasn't a baby anymore that needed constant supervision, they finally agreed on 9:30 p.m. Wide victory smile, she skipped up the stairs to Hera's house and fell into her friend's arms on the porch. Hera's father behind them putting up garlands and fairy lights on the porch roof. He waved at Hunter with a friendly smile, and of course Hunter returned the gesture. And with another wave from Omega, he started the car and drove back home. Biting his lips, he thought of her last words.
-Hunter I'm not a baby anymore-
Something strange twisted in his chest at those words, accompanied by the usual turmoil of guilt. If only they had taken her out of Nala Se's poisonous hands sooner. He refused to call her a mother for what she did to each of them. But that was all over now, and Tech had already told him at least 100 times that, technically, since he didn't know about Omega at all until, she was 9 years old, it wasn't his fault.
However, after they learned of her existence, the top priority was to get her out of the abusive household of Nala Se as soon as possible. This turned out to be much more difficult than anticipated. A long uphill battle that Hunter and his brothers fortunately won. Omega had had to overcome a lot since then. But she had always been able to count on each of them. All Hunter ever wished for her was that she could have a normal childhood and grow up protected. Only, unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to start that sooner. Bittersweet. He knew everything was better now.
He heard someone shouting behind him and stared into the rearview mirror. A shock of blond hair crept up to the side of the blue work truck. Turning around she waved once more and then reached for the driver's door.
''You're late.'' he sighed, eyebrows raised.
''Just-'' she turned her left wrist ''15 minutes. Sorry,'' she hissed. The apology only half-serious and delivered in a Chrosshair eske tone. He didn't even had to look at his sister, her eye roll almost audible. Defiance graced her face. He shook his head. She seemed to be downright looking for trouble with her brothers lately. Hunter remembered that teenage years were unpleasant but staying calm about a behavior he wouldn't let any of his brothers get away with was particularly challenging. Cross, to everyone's surprise, seemed to be the best at dealing with it. Showed her patience and understanding when no one else had any left. Hunter envied him for that.
Eventually it all would pass, Echo had said, and he clung tightly to that. Swallowing, he turned his head toward her.
''How was it?" he tried to start again.
''Great-'' Her voice sounded dishonest and pressed but for some reason Omega tried to fool him with a smile. She slid down in the passenger seat and leaned her head against the window. -not a good sign- Her features twitched whenever a streetlight illuminated her face. At the next traffic light, he eyed her more closely. Her nose was slightly red, her eyes glassy and dull. An outsider would probably not have noticed this, but Hunter knew better. No something was definetly up. -Was that why she was late?-
''You want to tell me what's going on?’’ His free hand reached for hers but she was faster and quickly slipped it into her jacket pocket. A sting to his heart. ''No. I just want to go home.'' A mixture of exasperation and anger. He pressed his lips together and nodded. With the radio murmuring softly in the background, he began to think.
Was it time for her monthly thing again? He thought back - A quick math break later established not for another two weeks or so- that couldn’t be it then. He cast her a suspicious look out of the corner of his right eye. When that became an issue some time ago, he was very grateful that Tech had taken over that particular conversation. He was very nonchalant and matter of fact about these kinds of situations and everyone, including Omega, appreciated that.
Something seemed to slide heavily into his stomach. He swallowed hard against it. What if someone tried to make advances on her? What if she tried to fight back? He kept hearing on the news that all kinds of things like that happened to young women. Why had he let her go to that stupid party? He growled.
''Hunter- I think Wrecker would prefer if you leave the steering wheel in the car.'' Omega turned to him with a startled look. He looked at his cramped hands which seemed to have parked the car by themselves in front of their house. Unease shook him to his very core. Something seemed to snap behind his pupils.
''We're going to talk about this now.'' his voice almost shouting in the standing car. She put on a pouty face. Her specialty. ''It can't go on like this. We're all not going to take this much longer, and you know that very well.'' Any bottled-up frustration seemed to spill out of him all at once. He knew it wasn't fair to take it out on someone half his age but he couldn't help himself. Maybe a good scolding would finally get her to open up. Heart hammering in his chest, he turned in the seat with his whole body facing her. He saw her blink heavily, heard a gulp and immediately regretted what he was doing. ''Omega-'' he started softly. But it was already too late.
She fled out the door, huffing and sniffling, and slammed the car shut with way more force than needed. He jumped out of the truck and tried to catch up with her. But she was faster. Without taking off her shoes or petting Gonky, she trudged loudly up the stairs to her room.
''Hello?’’ Echo's voice faded from the left side of the house cut off by the slamming of the upper bathroom door.
"LEAVE the house alone, will Ya?" Hunter called after her. He heard something muffled yelling back at him but for everyone’s sake he ignored it.
Hunter's footsteps came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. The squeak from the upper floors attic stairs announced her withdrawal. With another heavy sigh, he sat down on the steps and began to take off his shoes. The little Cat coming closer. Her green eyes sparkling. She meowed softly. ''Hey Gonky-" he stretched his hand further out. ,,Don’t worry. I didn’t forget about you.'' the little grey cat pressed her head affectionately against his shin. He nuzzled the back of her neck with his fingertips. Purring loudly, he lifted her in his arms and went into the living room to join his brothers.
"Well, that didn't seem to go over nicely." Tech chided. His eyes fixated on Hunters expression. He shrugged his shoulders, sitting down beside him. Gonky still in his arms.
"Seems to be her new usual if you ask me." He stared at the TV, not realizing it was turned off. "I cant seem to get through to her." He lowered his eyes on the cat. His breath hitched. "I yelled at her."
Wrecker gasped, Echo and Techs expressions remained neutral patiently waiting for him to continue with his confession. "And Echo before you try to lecture me- I know I shouldn't have. But I tried to guilt trip her to telling me what her problem with us is." The little cat massaged his chest with tandem movements. A short silence with muffled sounds above them followed.
Ever the observant one, Tech said "You shouldn't take hormonal imbalances evoked by adolescence too personal Hunter." His tone offering neither solace nor rebuke. He picked his crossword puzzle back up and scribbled a word into the white squares. Echo leaned forward, facing him. "She'll come around. She always does." He had a reassuring smile to offer, and Hunter took it gladly. His brother was right. He knew that. Even after a particularly bad mood swing, she still searched the company of her brothers. But Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that this was different. He anticipated the worst.
Trying not to startle Gonky he fumbled in his back pocket for his cell. Message from Cross bright on his screen. A gif from their conversation earlier. Too bad he worked night shifts. He could have needed his youngest brother right now. Hunter clicked the icon and typed.
Is it too late to give her back?
Seconds later, a speech bubble appeared. Three smiley faces with tears of laughter.
Fire station? Give me 15 minutes tops. Every word pinched with sarcasm.
Don’t be late. He jokingly wrote and added a scrouchy face for good measure. Clearly trying to overshadow his own insecurities he felt when it came to her parentage. Damn he loved his little sister, but she could push him to his limits, that was for sure. Cross typing again, Hunter hoped it would be something beneficial. But because it was Crosshair he was talking to; he knew it wouldn’t be.
Don't bash your heads in until I get back. I have to hold the camera after all. A gif of a monkey cartoon character swinging his wooden bat. Have to work now. Fucking nighttime walk-throughs.
Huffing he clicked the power button of his cell. Gonky slowly awoke from her tandem movements and began to creep across Hunter's lap between Tech and his crossword puzzle, which he had since finished. They heard heavy footsteps again, complemented by the crashing sound of glass and a loud drawn-out groan. What had gotten into her? Before the party she had seemed ok. Fine even, more than usual in the recent weeks.
His pulse raced as he rose from the couch. Tech pushed Gonky off his lap. ''I'll be right behind you.'' Hunter held him back with one hand and shook his head. No. he had to fix this on his own. To make her feel better about what the hell was bothering her. Starting now.
White terns are found throughout Papahānaumokuākea Marine National Monument, where instead of building nests, they lay their singled speckled egg on a small depression on a branch, roof or other surface. Such minimalism! (Photo: Melody Bentz. Image description: Two white terns on a branch of a blooming tree.)