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Fun, kind of dumb game for this final Bad Batch Eve. I’m calling it Bad Batch Confessions.
Share a fun fact (or more) or something of the like about your experience watching this show! Do you rewatch this show a lot? Do you always bring your family to watch it with you? Did it take you a long time to catch on to something? It can be anything, really! I’ll go first:
I went into Bad Batch with only somewhat vague knowledge of Clone Wars and Rebels, so there were a few times where I was just sitting there scratching my head and my brother had to answer my questions. Why is Echo part cyborg??? Wait, he was a reg before??? What do you mean???? Is Crosshair always like this or is it just the chip?? Oh, he was always an asshole? Okay, but why is everyone else so surprised by his behavior then? Why would they even like him then? If they were just turning a blind eye to his behavior because it was focused on the regs, doesn’t it make these guys kind of shitty too? Have they never seen a child before??? Do we not like Nala Se? What did she do? Oh okay I recognize Tarkin, we hate him, right? Right. Crosshair is acting really pissy towards his brothers when he just attempted to kill them, like, multiple times. Make up your mind, dude. You can’t have it both ways (yes, by that point my brother had finally convinced me that Crosshair’s behavior was 90% him and only like 10% of the chip).
Also my brother told me that Tech died before I even started season 2.
Your turn! :D
To the “Tech is alive” truthers — all of them — I hope you’re okay. Some of you stuck it out to very end. Some of you still haven’t given up. Your theories were amazing and you actually got me to believe that there was a possibility Tech would come back. You’re all awesome.
To the 130 people who voted on my “Bad Batch Finale” poll: none of you chose the “watch the finale and then dropping the show for good” option and I’m so glad because that was not the correct answer.
And thank you to the entire Bad Batch fandom: I likely wouldn’t have gotten too into this show without you. Thank you for making this experience more amazing than I possibly could have imagined.
That being said, since we have no confirmed answer on CX-2, let’s just all agree he was the soup clone so we have some closure.
Stop lookin' at me with them big old eyes!
The Reaction Batch part 2
Just to reiterate: I hope Phee taps that ass twice every night.
They are happy and going on adventures together
Uncropped and high res
I love them. 🥹
Tech: Roses are red
Tech: Violets are blue
Tech: Sunflowers are yellow
Tech: You expected something romantic but these are just gardening facts.
Phee: Nope. I knew where that was going.
This is unbelievably cute.
If Wrecker had Snapchat, he’d definitely do this. He is #1 Techphee supporter
I love them.
they’re still together in my head :,)
First Time’s The Charm
Read on Ao3
PAIRING: Tech x Phee
SUMMARY: Some sweet smut about Tech and Phee’s first time together
WORDS COUNT: 2501
RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with feelings, PiV, fluff, kissing
NOTES: When I’m not working on my Batch reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, I occasionally write other stuff. I have a long form WIP that will probably never be finished, so you all might as well have the smut from it.
And yes, this is virgin Tech (which is basically the opposite of him in Bad Choices), though I will fight people if they suggest that he couldn’t still be good at sex from the start. The man loves research. He knows what and where a clitoris is. I will die on this hill.
The first night Tech had stayed with Phee, it had simply been a matter of them talking too late and falling asleep on her couch. When they’d woken up in the soft morning light, both had felt sheepish. She’d laughed it off.
“You’ll fall asleep anywhere, Brown Eyes.” He didn’t deny it.
A few days later, they were in her little workshop, telling each other stories, true stories, while she cataloged and he tinkered. As he walked her home, their hands brushed together until finally their fingers slowly intertwined. He didn’t come in, but they stood in the moonlight outside her door holding hands and talked about everything but what was happening between them.
When they had first met, so many rotations ago, she had liked him immediately, primarily because he was handsome, and then later because he was kind, brilliant, intense, and strong. He was so different from the other men she knew. Bringing them all to Pabu was impulsive, but she’d never regret doing it, giving them a safe space where they were appreciated for their kindness and desire to help, where they flourished, where Omega could have a home.
He began walking her home every night, and they would stand outside holding hands, until finally, one night, she leaned into him and he put his arm around her.
“This is nice, Tech,” she’d said, using his real name to show how serious she was. He’d looked down at her.
“Yes. I would use that descriptor as well.”
Impulsively, she’d risen onto her toes and pressed her lips to his. For a moment, she was afraid she’d gone too far. His body had stiffened abruptly, but just as quickly it relaxed. The kiss was sweet and soft, close-mouthed. He’d pulled away slightly.
“I have never kissed anyone before.”
The words overwhelmed Phee. She had thought it was possible his life hadn’t allowed such things, and she wanted to be careful.
“Is this okay? We don’t have to.” Tech stopped her by lifting her chin so they could kiss again. She pulled him in, and they stayed on her couch while she taught him something new. He was a fast learner.
He stayed with her almost every night, slowly divesting himself of the various layers that he wore as the evenings passed. First, his utility belt and pouches. The night he took off his gloves, and she had felt his bare hands on her own, against her face and neck, had made her giddy. She spent the next day mooning over him like she was a schoolgirl. She chided herself for it; she was too old and wise for this nonsense, but Phee couldn’t stop.
And it was the night he took off his goggles because their kissing had knocked them askew for the umpteenth time that she knew she’d truly fallen for him. Someone’s eyes shouldn’t have that power over her, yet she’d never met anyone so absolutely honest that it reflected perfectly in their gaze. Phee’d been with other people, of course, but she’d never let them into her life the way she let Tech in.
Because she trusted him, and she knew this gesture from him was because he trusted her too.
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“Can this come off tonight?” she whispered, running her hands over the chest of his blacks. Their embrace tonight had been particularly passionate and she wanted him as close to her as possible.
“Yes, I would find that acceptable.”
"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, Brown Eyes."
"Just...proceed slowly."
Phee was trying to do just that. She’d imagined the first time they had sex, that she’d take him to a field of flowers or a beach at sunset…or the back of a library. But now she knew none of those was going to happen.
She circled him, her hand never breaking contact as she felt the contours of his body under the fabric. Finally, she faced him and slowly pulled up the shirt. She ran the back of her hand against his skin, noted that he was hardly breathing. She waited for him to relax, then pulled the shirt off, leaving his torso fully bare. She could feel his tension as he lay back on the bed, his eyes slightly glazed.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she lay beside him.
“Yes,” but the word was almost inaudible.
Tentatively, she stroked his chest, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. She didn’t know what she expected, but his slim, muscular frame fulfilled any fantasy she had had. Her fingers fluttered over a scar on his shoulder.
"Droid," he said. Another scar on his side. "Knife wound. Not from Hunter," he smiled. He turned slightly and showed her one on his hip. "Shrapnel, only partially because of Wrecker." She leaned over, kissing each of them. Hungry for him, she kissed a trail from his hip to his chest. Impulsively, she licked his nipple, and he cried out in shock. Phee drew back quickly.
“I'm sorry."
"No, no. That felt...intense. I was not expecting it.” He drew her to him, kissed her, then whispered, "Do it again."
Hungrily, her lips moved along his neck, drinking in every reaction he had to her touch, then down to his other nipple. Tentatively, she licked it, feeling the hitch in his breathing, then gently raked it with her teeth. He moaned. She did the same on the other side, reveling in his response to her.
His hands began to roam around her body, finding their way under her shirt. On fire, she pulled it off and let him explore her at his own pace. She was desperate to feel his skin against her own, but she did not want to overwhelm him. As she had explored him, his hands did the same to her; caressing the small of her back, the nape of her neck, the curve of her breasts. She gasped at his touch, inflamed, desperate for more. He pulled her closer, and she pressed her body against his, chest to chest. He rolled on top of her, lips locked together, one of his legs between her own. All her control was gone.
She let her hand slide down to the growing bulge in his pants.
"I want to touch you," she said, giving him time to stop her, but he was as inflamed as she was. He groaned and arched his back as her hand cupped him. His responses to her were unbelievable, feeding the flames of her desire.
“Please, take this off.” She fumbled at his pants. “Please, if you are ready.”
He stood and pulled them off, as she slipped out of the rest of her clothes. Standing next to him, looking into his eyes, she took his erection in her hand. It took every ounce of his self control not to climax right then, the sensations were so overwhelming. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. She leaned forward to kiss him and look into his beautiful eyes. She took his hand, and together they guided his length into her as she lowered herself onto him.
He cried out as he entered her. She moved slowly, never breaking eye contact, until he was fully inside her.
“Tech, if you become uncomfortable or need us to stop—”
“I can manage,” he said, his jaw clenched, his eyes focused on her, fingers intertwined. She waited a few moments, letting their bodies acclimate to the new sensations, then together they slowly began moving, finding a rhythm that suited them both.
He held her hips and pushed his pelvis up to be as deep inside her as he could. Her gasps and cries excited him in a way he had never felt, his body responding on instinct as she rocked against him more insistently.
He could see her eyes losing focus, even as he could sense the same in himself, as he felt the build up in his body, a pressure he had never experienced and did not fully understand. This was so different from the furtive, utilitarian fumblings he managed in the ‘fresher when the need arose.
In a move that took her breath away, he pressed himself up, put his arm around her waist, and rotated both of them so he was on top of her. The absolutely feral cry she gave him as her limbs wrapped around his body nearly sent him over the edge. He held her close, trying to slow down, to make this last longer, this sweet, intense, incredible feeling.
She refused to let it happen. She rocked her pelvis against him, desperate for him to lose control, to match her passion. He gasped.
"I need to...Phee, if you do not stop…I am too close," he groaned.
"We'll do this again," she whispered. "I want you. I want you inside me. I want to feel you." She felt incoherent, but she also felt him let go. He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his arm, giving him an angle to somehow be deeper inside her. His body took over, his thrusts stronger, wilder. Her hands pressed on his lower back, encouraging him.
Her moans of, "Yes, please, yes. Tech. Yes," finally put him over the edge. The absolute bliss of the orgasm was almost too much for him. He buried his head in her neck, drowning himself in her essence, as it pulsed over his body. He lay still on top of her for what he thought was an eternity as the sensation slowly drifted away, leaving him tingling all over like exposed nerves.
Cautiously, she stroked her hand down his back. He shuddered a bit but didn't say anything, then slowly slid out of her as he rolled next to her.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
“I…quite agree.” He lifted his head and looked at her, "But you did not..." His voice trailed off.
She smiled, kissed him, "That's not always the most important part of sex. The...intimacy...this closeness I feel with you, right now. This is better. But also, that was still incredible. You're a natural."
"I did do some research before this encounter…Though it did not prepare me for the intensity of the physical stimulation." She laughed.
"Why is that funny? As I do not have any experience in this area, I wanted to be prepared."
"The idea of you doing research about this on your datapad is very funny, but I'm not going to complain about the results." She rolled out of bed to clean up.
"It will take a little time before I can physically do this again, but.." For a moment he seemed almost shy, "...would you want to when I am ready?"
She got back into the bed, snuggling next to him.
"Yes," she said huskily.
“You were correct,” he said, pulling her close against him, “This was... special. More than just a physical act.” He felt foolish for ever having suggested otherwise in one of their long conversations. His voice drifted off, and she thought he might fall asleep, but instead they lay in wakeful silence, intertwined.
“What is going on in there?" she asked.
In reply, his hands again began roaming over her body. Lightly, his fingertips raised goosebumps on her arms and down her back. She shivered but felt herself opening again for him. His fingers caressed her breasts, tracing a path around them until he moved and his mouth found her hard nipples. He gently stimulated one, then the other, with his tongue.
Now that his mind had cleared, he was studying her carefully. Every action and response was filed away. His hand stroked down her side, then to her already parted legs. He kissed her as his fingers explored between her legs, and he drank up her moans. He slid a wet finger up until he found her clit and just barely made contact with it, feeling her body tighten at the touch. He rubbed against it and was rewarded with a deep gasp. He slid two fingers inside of her, leaving his thumb to work against her sensitive nub. Her reaction was instant. Her thighs closed around his hand, and she groaned as his long fingers reached deeper into her.
"Tech," she whispered. "I need you...I need you inside me."
"Yes, but this type of stimulation will help you to orgasm. I want to ensure that first."
She shook her head, "Oh it feels so good, but I...I don't finish like that. I need..." In her state, words were hard to come by, "...the internal stimulation."
It took only a moment for him to process this, and then, "It does seem as if I am ready to fulfill this need." Her hand had been stroking him to hardness, but he was so focused on her he had barely noticed.
He pressed into her, slowly, each stroke entering her only a little more than the last, until one had a very pronounced reaction. Then he came up slightly on his knees, lifting her legs with him, sure that this angle would allow him better access to this most important spot. He began with short thrusts and was rewarded by her immediate cries.
"Yes, oh, Tech, yes, right there," though her physical reaction would have been enough for him to know he had gotten it right. Her hands had grabbed onto the covers, clawing at the sheets. He timed himself to match the crescendo of her moans and whimpers, varying his strokes, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, then returning to stimulate this more sensitive area, watching the build up of tension in her body, noting how her arms moved in spasms, her eyes closed tight, her mouth whispering incoherently.
Suddenly her fingers were digging into his forearm, her cries a higher pitched staccato than what had come before, and he watched the orgasm overtake her body. She writhed under him, his thrusts against her sensitive inner wall bringing wave after wave of pleasure. As her reaction finally subsided, he lay over the top of her, kissing her deeply, drinking in everything about her, feeling almost more satisfied now than when he had had his own orgasm. He rocked into her gently, feeling the length of himself enclosed in her, enjoying this unimagined intimacy and reveling in the whole of her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him as close as she could, breathing him into her. He pressed his forehead to hers as he let the second orgasm flow through his body, kissing her, needing her, wanting her.
“Good job, Brown Eyes,” she smiled. “Hard to believe that was your first time.” She liked seeing that satisfied glint in his eyes that came from praise.
“Yes, well, there is always room for improvement, especially since there seem to be an infinite variety of positions, techniques, and implements that can be used to enhance—”
She silenced him with her lips. “Slow down. Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
And they did.
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I also write a smutty Bad Batch reverse harem series that can be found here.
Warning: It gets kinky.
I love this so so so much. That is exactly the way I would look at Tech.
Thank you for this @amalthiaph
The Conversation (Deluxe Edition)
They were so invested in one another that neither of them noticed how much time had gone by.
Feel free to download the Sunset and Twilight versions.
This is so unbelievably sweet. 😍
10/10. Highly recommended.
Evidence and Luck
Tech x Phee Genoa
Warnings: very fluffy, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit
My first TechPhee!! I hope I've done them justice.
It was far later than Tech had expected to return to the Marauder. It was certainly later than he’d told the others to expect him. But at the moment, he found he didn’t care much about that. In fact, walking back to the ship in the lowlight just before sunrise, he could probably say he didn’t care much about anything other than her.
Stars above, for the first time in his life there was only one thing on his mind and it was Phee, Phee, Phee. It didn’t matter that he’d spent nearly ten hours with her at her small cottage and only left mere moments ago. He was still replaying it all in his head.
“You sure you have to go now, Brown Eyes?” she’d asked, her voice soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t mind you staying through to the morning.”
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer to him, drinking in the soft moan that fell from her lips. “I cannot say I would mind either,” he’d conceded. “Unfortunately, I did inform my brothers that I would be back in…” he trailed off as he glanced at the chrono on the wall. “Four hours ago.”
She smiled, her fingers fiddling with the strap of his goggles at the back of his head. “If you’re already late…”
“What is the harm in a few more minutes?” he finished, already ducking down to kiss her neck again.
“Or hours,” she groaned as she lifted the goggles from his head once more.
Oh, he was feeling particularly lucky at the moment. The events of the past sixteen hours aside, he was feeling this way because all his brothers had leaned away from the early morning risings the war had always brought. Well, almost all of his brothers.
“You were out late,” Echo smirked over his mug of caf as he walked up the ramp. “Or should I say early? Busy night?”
“Busy indeed,” Tech agreed quietly, feeling a little giddy at the memories.
“Got a new… project?”
Tech chuckled. “Perhaps.”
Echo grinned at his brother. “Get some rest,” he advised. “And maybe a shower. You look like you need it.”
“I believe that would be a good idea.”
He walked through the ship, being sure to keep his footsteps light to avoid the two light-sleepers’ wraths until he came up on the refresher. He eyed it for a moment before tilting his head down to gently sniff at himself.
Phee’s perfume - a gorgeous blend of wood and citrus - was all over him.
He sighed. He didn’t really want the smell of her to leave him, but he knew it would irritate Hunter’s senses so he figured a brief stop in the sonic shower wouldn’t hurt.
He stepped out of the fresher a few moments later, adjusting his goggles back into their typical space just as Echo happened to be passing.
“Better, but you… missed a few spots,” he noted with his signature snarky smile.
Tech’s brows furrowed as he turned back to face the small mirror. His cheeks heated and darkened. Phee had left a number of small marks all over his face and neck, little prints of her lipstick dotting his face.
He sighed, but as he began to clean the marks from his face, he found that he couldn’t wipe away the smile his lips had pulled into. Her voice still filled his ears. “Brown eyes. Mmm, yes. Right there, baby.”
He came to the final mark, one on the side of his neck, peeking out of the collar of his shirt. It might’ve appeared to be a simple lipstick stain, but Tech knew better. Hidden behind the subtle red of her favorite lipstick was a deep purple; a small spot where the pressure her teeth and lips had applied ruptured the blood vessels just below the surface.
Maybe it was the deviant nature that seemed encoded in himself and his brothers or maybe it was Phee’s influence, but either way, that small bit of evidence remained. He figured he’d face the teasing of his brothers if it meant they all realized just how lucky he was.
Thanks for reading! - River
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This absolute little gem by @dangraccoon
This hot AF NSFW Sex Pollen by @ahsokastechie
And, to pimp my own NSFW ride, Tech and Phee’s first time.
Does anyone have a recommendation for a cute fluffy (NSFW is also totes fine I’m a big girl) TechxPhee fic they’ve liked? I just need to escape into a mini world where they are safe and happy and making out 😭
The future they deserve. 😍
Tech & Phee Leaf Peeping
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@zaya-mo @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian @salubriousbean @bring-backup-99
Eventually
Tech x Phee Genoa
Warnings: some more TechPhee fluff, discussion of Crosshair's character and role in CF99, mild alcohol (wine) consumption, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit
“He isn’t as bad as their stories make him seem,” Tech murmured.
Phee chuckled a little as she walked back to the sofa she’d practically pushed him onto, a glass of wine in each hand. “Whatever you say, Brown Eyes,” she smiled, handing him a glass.
He took a sip of it. “Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding, but he’s still our brother.”
Phee looked up at him, noting the furrow of his brows. “He means a lot to you, huh?” she chuckled. “Tell me more about him.”
Tech’s eyes finally met hers, finding that they were full of sincerity. He nodded once and she smiled reassuringly.
“When we were young, Crosshair was rather quiet. He still can be- or at least he could be; I’m unsure if his time with the Empire has changed that trait. Regardless, he was nearly decommissioned because the long-necks and the trainers actually believed him to be mute. However-”
Phee listened to him talk about his lost brother. As he got further into their adventures - and further into his drink - the stories became more and more endearing, despite the attitude problem Phee had made note of.
“He always did his best to protect us. I think he enjoyed being a sniper, but when we were cadets he told me that he didn’t like being apart from the rest of us so frequently. So when we actually hit the field, he would watch us from whatever perch he’d find himself on-”
“Like a guardian angel,” Phee finished, a fond smile pulling at her lips.
Tech had to mentally admonish himself for paying too close attention to her lips.
“I suppose one could characterize him in that way,” he nearly whispered. His cheeks felt hot. That was odd.
“Would you?”
She was so close to him. She was nearly on top of him. When had they gotten so close?
“Would I…?”
Her eyes were locked onto his. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Luckily, he found he didn’t want to.
She laughed, clearly finding amusement in the way his mind seemed to be failing him. “Would you characterize him that way?”
“I,” he hesitated. He was certain the alcohol in his system was influencing the sentence he was barely holding back. “I would prefer not to think of my brothers at this moment.”
She moved impossibly closer. Tech felt his breath still in his chest.
“Is there something you’d prefer to think of, Brown Eyes?”
The scent of her perfume swirled around him, flooding his senses with her.
“I…would prefer not to think as much.”
He hoped she understood. Maker, he hoped she understood.
His hopes were met as she finally - finally - pressed her lips against his.
About a million things flashed through his mind, and he felt like it would promptly shut down, replaced with her scent, her feel, her sight, her.
She pulled away and he fought the disappointed grumble that rose in his throat.
“Tech?” she whispered after a long moment. Somehow, his name sounded almost pretty coming from her. She didn’t use his name very often, but that didn’t bother him much.
“Hmm?” was the only answer he could formulate.
Phee snorted. “Eloquent,” she smirked. “Your comm pinged a lot. Should you check it?”
Reality washed over him again like the waves he was beginning to hear from the open window.
“Yes, I suppose I should,” he sighed, pulling up his datapad to scan over the messages he hadn’t heard arrive.
A few from Omega, one from Hunter, but most were from an unspecified source on a very secure channel. Echo.
He read through the messages quickly.
“Do you need to go?” Phee asked. He could tell that she was trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. He hated the idea of disappointing her.
“Yes…eventually,” he breathed. “I will not be needed until it is time for Omega’s flying lesson.”
“Wh-”
“Tomorrow… afternoon.”
Her smirk was the last thing he saw as she nearly tackled him.
Thanks for reading! - River
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This is so beautiful I want to cry. I really love them so much.
Happy Tech Tuesday! I finally finished this piece! A tender, playful moment between Tech and Phee underneath star fall.
Plan to make a print of this soon.
Tech and Phee tonight ❤️
Week 2 - Comfort Zone
Summer of Bad Batch | Crosshair x Phee x Hunter x Omega | Post-Tantiss Rescue on Pabu | One Shot | 262 words
“I didn’t forget about you,” Phee smirked and slid a small package across the table to Crosshair. His right mechanical hand lifted a finger to stop it from falling into his lap.
“What’s this?” Crosshair slithered.
“Open it!” Phee instructed.
Crosshair sighed, picking up the small box with his mechanical hand.
“Knife?” He motioned towards Hunter without taking his eyes off the mysterious package. Hunter tossed him the knife and Crosshair caught it by the handle using his peripheral vision. He gently sliced through the brown paper to find a leather-bound box. Crosshair studied the box, then found it to slide open like a matchbox, exposing a few hundred dark and smooth toothpicks. Crosshair’s expression shifted from guarded and confused to grateful.
“How did you know?” Crosshair asked Phee as he put one of the luxury toothpicks between his lips.
“Guess,” Phee winked.
“Tech?” Crosshair shifted the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.
Phee returned a soft nod to confirm.
“What’s special about them?” Omega asked the room.
“These are from the trees in Kashyyyk. The wookies do not cut down trees, but when the trees have died from natural causes, they use the wood for creating items and luxuries. Tech had mentioned that these were Crosshair’s favorite, but it’s well-known to be a rare commodity,” Phee explained.
Crosshair studied the package again and inspected a few toothpicks, looking at the fine grain and dark brown coloring of the wood.
“I guess you are a liberator of… wonders,” he remarked. “Thank you,” Crosshair nodded towards Phee in gratitude.
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I have this semi-nightly routine now of watching The Bad Batch and drawing characters.
Closure: I. Nightmares of Eriadu
Warnings: SFW Romance, SO MUCH FLUFF, nightmares, family drama/trauma mentions
Characters involved: Crosshair x fem!reader x Omega x Hunter x Phee
Word count: 3743
Authors Note: This is a sequel (read the first installment here) using the same fem!reader character and pre-existing relationship with Crosshair. But you don't need to read the first fanfic. This one might be better anyway. This story satisfies my personal needs for closure after The Bad Batch animated series ended. I don't want to give anything away, but this resolves my need for closure around Tech, Hunter's need of an arc, and more character building for Crosshair.
I've been writing it for the past several weeks and am multiple chapters ahead. I just wanted to begin posting it. :) I have some moody watercolors painted for some chapters too. I'll maybe retrofit some art too. I'll probably post it separate so nobody misses it. :) Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list. I mainly wrote this for my own entertainment, but who doesn't love it when others are around.<3 I hope you enjoy.
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Omega threw the ship’s thruster forward and jumped into hyperspace, narrowly escaping the blaster fire of a few short-range fighters.
“Well, that was fun,” she gasped in slight laughter.
Phee smiled and kicked back into her chair, “Fun indeed.”
Omega spun around in her chair to find you still lying on your back in the middle of the ship. You were exhausted and hadn’t even made it to the bunks before collapsing onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” She called over to you.
You lifted your head enough to make eye contact, smiled a little, and lifted your arm enough to signal a “thumbs-up” sign.
She flashes her white teeth at you and returns a thumbs-up enthusiastically. Her hair had grown long over the years and swept across her face. She kept it tied up with a bright red tie, which was suspected to match Hunter’s bandana on purpose. Physically, Omega looked more and more like Hunter over the years, but had Wrecker’s enthusiasm for abrupt adventure, Echo’s drive for serving others, Crosshair’s tactical abilities, and Tech’s piloting skills and calculating mind.
Omega turned back to the ship’s pilot console and felt Phee’s eyes study her.
“What is it?” Omega pleasantly inquires.
“You fly like Tech,” Phee shrugs.
“Well, he did teach me,” Omega banters back.
“I know, but… There are a lot of little moments where I see him in you,” Phee continues.
“Well, we do share the same genetic material—,” Omega starts.
“See, that’s something Tech would have said.”
Omega smiles back, “I wish he could see me fly now.”
“You have become an exceptional pilot,” Phee nods. “He would have been so proud of you.”
Listening in on their conversation, you smile as you remember young Omega’s piloting skills compared to her current set of skills. She was fast, smooth, calculated, and innovative. Deciding you had enough rest, you stood up in Phee’s ship and made your way to the front.
“Well, look who decided to be with the living!” Phee prods at you.
You sit down and lean back into the chair behind Omega’s seat.
“Next time you two invite me for a ‘girl’s night out,’ you better tell me it’s actually a four day treasure hunt, nine star systems over, with limited rations and pre-existing enemies,” you relay.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Phee chuckles. Omega laughs with her.
“You two are ridiculous,” you grunt as you pull your hat over your eyes. You hear Phee chuckle to herself, then turn from facing you to the lights of hyperspace.
“You and Crosshair were made for each other,” Phee comments after a small pause in conversation.
“You take that back,” you monotone sarcastically without moving from under your hat, but you felt your lips creep into a small smile at the thought of Crosshair.
“It must be nice,” she suggests happily and threads her fingers around the back of her neck and leans back placing her feet on the dashboard.
You stay silent as you knew Phee still had lingering feelings for the long-lost brother of Clone Force 99: Tech. From what you had heard between Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair, Phee was a great partner. You both equally wished you had known Tech and that you could tell him that he was not easily forgotten.
“We’re coming up on Pabu,” Omega broke the silence as the ship was gently thrown out of hyperspace.
Entering the atmosphere and pushing through the clouds, you lift the brim of your hat to spy the small island in the distance. You sigh a breath of relief as the island grows larger in view.
The spaceport had its usual morning-Pabu hustle with imported goods flying in and individuals leaving Pabu for jobs, vacation, and more. Phee’s ship touches down and the door unseals. Omega picks up her bag and dashes down the stairs in excitement to tell Hunter and Liana about the adventure away and the treasures found.
Phee continues to sit back in the chair lost in thought and unmoved. You rise from your chair and slink into Omega’s piloting seat.
“You okay?” You asked.
“I’ll be okay,” Phee sighed. “There are some treasures in life that you lose, but never forget.”
You knew her mind was still stuck on Tech. She gazed into the oceans of Pabu from the spaceport and let her eyes pool with tears.
“Listen, I’m going to step out of my bounds for a moment, but,” you breathe in deeply and close your eyes for a moment, “I know my way around Eriadu. I don’t think Hunter ever returned to search for Tech.”
“His remains won’t do anyone any good,” Phee looks over to you.
“I know,” you backpedaled. “But if he were– alive,”
“He never contacted us. He couldn’t be alive,” Phee interrupts. You could feel her frustration, so you held your silence.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize for bringing up the topic.
Phee exhales and wipes her eyes. “I don’t know what’s worse, if he’s alive and didn’t want to contact us, or if he’s gone for good.”
You stood and placed your hand on her shoulder to offer support and to also stage your conversational exit. “Phee,” you began, “You need answers for closure. And you’re good at finding answers. It’s one thing to be afraid of what you’ll find… But if there’s one person to discover what happened, it’s you.”
“I know,” she taps your hand with hers and began to stand.
“Why didn’t Hunter go back to look for him?” Phee asks.
You shrug, “He’s a soldier; they move on differently than you and I. And you and Hunter are probably right: Tech would have found a way to make contact.”
Phee nods with sadness in her eyes.
You and Phee exit the ship together and walk down the stairs to meet Clone Force 99.
Your pace quickened as Crosshair comes into view. His unshaven face, silver bedhead, and black attire led you to chuckle a little under your breath.
“Well, that was longer than a single rotation,” Crosshair jabs as you greet him with an embrace.
“I should have known better with the present company,” you roll your eyes a little remembering how Omega and Phee talked you into the trip.
“Mmhmm,” Crosshair grunts and as he holds you tighter before softly releasing you.
“What did you do while I was gone?” You ask.
“I stayed in bed and shot holes in the ceiling,” he deadpans.
You could hear Hunter sigh at Crosshair’s comment. Looking over, you see him bury his head in his hands a little and rub his eyes. You turn back to Crosshair, smile, then stand on your toes to kiss his narrow lips. His hand slides up your back to cradle your head as he kisses you back.
“I missed you,” you smile.
“And someone’s going to fix those holes in the roof,” Hunter invites himself into your conversation and takes a step towards you and Crosshair. He was so serious.
Crosshair just stares at him; hardly blinking. He, too, was overly serious. He slides his hand to your back again and you lay your ear against his chest to look at Hunter.
“I’ll fix the roof,” you offer.
“No.” Crosshair rejects your offer and just stares at Hunter.
“I am not going to fix the roof, Crosshair,” Hunter continues to glare. “Not again.”
“Your relationship is so confusing,” you sigh and step back from Crosshair. You wink at him, “I’ll see you at the house, okay?”
Crosshair and Hunter continue to stare each other down.
“… Okay?” You repeat.
“Fine,” Crosshair growls without taking his eyes off Hunter.
“What’s their problem?” Omega asks you.
“I’m not sure,” you scan the crowd, “Where’s Wrecker? Maybe he didn’t feed them while we were gone.”
Omega laughs at your joke, “That’s probably it.”
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Dropping your bag into Crosshair’s room, you look up at the ceiling. He shot more than just holes. At some point, the blaster holes turned into bigger holes and the entire roof was practically missing. You felt Crosshair approach behind you.
“So that’s what four rotations of shooting the ceiling will get you?” You chuckle.
‘Uh-huh,” he looks up at his handy work.
You narrow your eyebrows a little bit as you inspect the ceiling further.
“Problem?” Crosshair asks.
“I don’t want to be that girlfriend, but—,” you stop yourself as you never asked much of Crosshair. You wanted him to find a more productive hobby, but after all he’s been through, he did deserve to blow off some steam. It was just a ceiling anyway.
“What?” He prods.
“Why’d you stop at the ceiling?” you grin.
“I learned my lesson the last time I tried to shoot a live round into Wrecker’s bunk,” he says as he tosses himself into the bed.
“Where is Wrecker?” You ask.
“Off-world with Shep. Some kind of supply run,” Crosshair shrugs.
“What have you and Hunter been eating then?” You chuckle.
“Oh, you know… Soldier food,” he points to the end of his bed to the pile of ration bar wrappers. You pick up one of the wrappers and inspect it.
“Cross, these expired over three years ago,” you mutter.
“That would explain things,” Crosshair exhales.
“Are you okay?” You sit down at the end of the bed.
“Clearly,” he enthuses. The ceiling gave an audible crack and pieces fell onto Crosshair’s head and shoulders; his expression unchanging. You didn’t buy his answer, but knowing him, he wouldn’t talk much more, especially under pressure. You stood enough just to shuffle to his end of the bed and relax against the headboard, sitting on pieces from the ceiling. You took his hand and brought it to your lips.
“How was your trip with Phee and Omega?” Crosshair asks to change the subject.
“Confusing. It was nice of them to include me, but I don’t want to get into trouble like I used to,” you shrug. “They didn’t exactly tell me what was going on and when we arrived, we were already in a few gun fights with other pirates.”
“Did they get what they were after?” Crosshair narrows his eyes.
“I think so. They picked up a package, we fought over it, lost Phee’s ship, got it back, then flew home,” you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m exhausted.”
“Hmm,” he faintly grunts in response. “I didn’t think you’d get tired of pirating missions.”
“And I didn’t think I’d come home to you shooting holes in the ceiling,” you reply, staring up into the gaping holes. You earned a soft smile from him as he peers up to inspect his work once more.
“True,” he chuckles.
You and Crosshair stayed in bed watching the stars appear as the sun began to set, painting the sky pink and orange. Letting your hand trace up his hand, arm, chest, and to his face, you felt his scratchy, unshaven face.
“Sorry, I haven’t shaved,” he apologizes and slips a toothpick between his lips.
“It’s not a bad look,” you comment.
His silver hair, straight and unkempt, had grown a bit past a typical soldier’s cut everywhere but the scar on the right side of his skull. The sides and back were tapered and faded into the length, framing his jaw. Around his neck he wore a thin chain with engraved plates hanging just above his chest.
He suddenly sighs sharply.
“I —,” he starts. You don’t prod at him to continue, but instead start to run your fingers through his hair. “Stop,” he takes his hand to stop yours and he sits up taller, but still doesn’t look at you.
“Sorry,” you apologize. He takes your hand and holds it in his lap. The silence washes over the moment.
“What’s wrong?” You re-engage with him.
“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head a little and looks back up into the stars. You knew something was up with him due to his lack of un-soldier-like appearance and the state of his ceiling, but now you felt concern trickle into your heart.
“Is it nothing?” You ask.
“I can’t sleep when you’re not here,” he admits through a wince.
“You’re not weak for that,” you assure him.
He sighs again and turns towards you. You pull on his shoulder, motioning him to lay down. He rests his head on your arm and the pillow beneath then closes his eyes.
“The nightmares are back?” You whisper.
“They never left,” he sighs quietly.
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Crosshair had fallen asleep quickly. You took the toothpick from his lips and flicked it to the floor. Your eyes grew heavy too as the night sky had settled in.
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Eriadu’s summers were warm, temperate, and pleasant. The famous Tarkin compound was familiar as you had spent holidays there with your immediate and distant family. Your mother, Governor Tarkin’s sister, had married outside of the family to a lowly Imperial loyalist. While she was left out intentionally from her parent’s fortune, she was still included in familial gatherings.
“Are you coming?” You looked up to see your older brother, Crix. His hand extended to you as you realized you may have fallen to the ground. Your clothes, hands, and knees were dirty. Looking into his eyes, you see they’re full of worry. You nod your head and reach for his hand. His hand feels cold. Inspecting it, you turn his hand over in your palm. Looking back up to his face, he vanishes.
“Crix?” You look around, but he’s gone. The silence of the forest overwhelms you as you sense something is wrong. The feeling of doom pools into your stomach, weighing you down. Each step further into the forest weighs heavier and heavier. The sky grows dark and the ground is black. The subtle asphyxiation quells your movement; you fall to your knees.
An old, brittle hand reaches out and grabs your shoulder. It’s nails, cut into your skin. You let out a scream, but no sound left your lips.
You wake, sitting up quickly as your heart races. You breathe in deeply like you hadn’t in some time. When was the last time I dreamt of Eriadu? You ask yourself. Crosshair snores and shuffles slightly in the bed. Your nightmare didn’t bother him in the slightest. You sigh a breath of relief. He was usually such a light sleeper.
The floor felt cold beneath your toes as you slipped out of the bed. The fresh air was a nice touch; maybe you wouldn’t fix the roof after all. Or at least not right away. You tip-toed to the back patio to watch the ocean waves curl into the shoreline. Opening the patio door, you were surprised to find Phee leaned against the railing looking out into the sky.
“Couldn’t sleep?” She asks you without turning.
“Not really,” you responded. You sit down into the chair and put your feet up on the railing.
“Nightmares?” She asks kindly.
“Of home, I guess,” you shrug.
“Where’s home?” Phee sits down into the chair next to you.
“Here,” you realize out loud, “But no, I dreamt of a place my family would visit for holidays when I was a child,” you admit.
“And where’s that?” She continued to pull your teeth.
You bit your lip and shifted your jaw to the side, remembering your last conversation with her about Eriadu. You supposed that was why Eriadu was fresh on your mind.
“Eriadu,” you sigh.
Phee’s eyebrow raises in response, “Oh.”
“I dreamt my brother Crix was in the forest there. I reached out to him, but he disappeared. I haven’t seen him in a few years. But he was the closest brother I had,” you explain.
“Does he still live on Eriadu?” Phee asks.
“No,” you lament. “He hated it there; more than I did.” You chuckle a little remembering old conversations and shared expressions at the dinner table with your brother.
“Where is he now?” Phee continues to lay on the questions.
“I don’t know,” you look to exchange your sorrowful expression. “He started chasing spice dreams to escape reality and then I defected from the Empire and my family; I lost track of him a bit after that.”
“Well, I like to believe that all dreams have meaning,” Phee marveled upwards to the sky again.
“You would,” you nod.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said, sis,” Phee hesitated. “Since it’s fresh on your mind, would you want to come to Eriadu with me?”
Your heart jumped a little in your chest at the thought of seriously returning. It had been a few years since your last run in with your uncle, Governor Tarkin, but the Empire didn’t seem to care about your existence anymore. Surely someone would recognize you there. But, perhaps your soul had some unfinished business to attend to as you reflected on your dream once more.
“I’ll think about it,” you assure.
A small ship took off from the cave and accelerated into the atmosphere with a soft boom.
“Was that Omega?” You asked Phee.
Phee nodded, “I figured she’d sneak off here soon.”
“She’s more of a soldier than Hunter wants to admit, isn’t she?” You sigh.
Phee stands and leans against the railing once again. She pulls her binoculars to study the entrance of the cave. “Batcher and Hunter saw her off.” “This house will turn into a mess without her here,” you chuckle. “Mmhmm,” Phee agreed, continuing to watch Hunter and Batcher walk home.
“Well, I’m going to turn in,” you announce as you stand from your chair.
“Think about what I said,” Phee turns to you.
You give her a silent nod of acknowledgement and head back inside. Walking down the hallway, you pause just outside of Omega’s room. Of course she’d slip out while Wrecker was off-world, you think to yourself.
Arriving at Crosshair’s door, you slowly enter the room. Feeling relief that he’s still asleep, you slide into the bed with him quietly.
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The morning sun warmed Crosshair’s room quickly without the roof to shield. Moving your hands to block out the sun, you squinted around the room to find yourself alone. You shift and swing your legs off the bed to sit upright. You hear the door open.
“I decided I’ll fix the roof,” Crosshair mutters as he walks into the room slowly with his and your morning cups in hand. He was clean shaven again, but continued to leave his hair longer.
“Did you sleep well?” You smile.
“Yes,” he sits down on the bed next to you and hands you your cup. “Did you?” He asks in return.
“Honestly, no. I got up a few hours into the night and–” You pause.
“I know Omega left,” Crosshair mutters.
“I’m sorry she didn’t say goodbye,” you mention.
“She did, in her own way,” Crosshair reaches into his pocket and pulls out his small money sac that usually had a few credits in it. “It’s empty,” he sighs. “She left a note saying she owes me.”
“You wouldn’t have let her go, would you have?” You ask.
Crosshair sighs, “She’s a better shot than I am these days. She’ll be fine. I’m surprised she didn’t wait until I was also off-world to sneak off.” Crosshair softly smiles as he puts his credit bag away. “But I suppose confrontation isn’t a strong suit of mine either.”
You nod and think back on Phee’s conversation last night. Your vanishing smile catches Crosshair’s attention.
“What else happened last night?” Crosshair furrows his eyebrows together.
“Phee asked me to go to Eriadu with her,” you say into your mug.
“Eriadu?” Crosshair lifts an eyebrow and leans forward into your space. “Why Eriadu?”
“Well, my family. Some unanswered questions. And—” you pause, not sure how to explain your intentions.
“What?” Crosshair presses.
“Tech,” you lightly shrug and take a long drink from the mug. “She wants to…”
Crosshair moved your mug down from your lips. “What?” He insists.
“Phee is curious if Tech’s remains are there… Or if Tech is… There,” you manage to say hesitantly.
Crosshair stays silent and drinks his caf alongside you. He turns to face the door and crosses his arms.
“If he were alive, Tech would have sent us a message,” Crosshair informs you.
“I know,” you nod. “It doesn’t make sense that he’d be alive. I don’t know what we’ll find, but Phee needs closure.”
Crosshair sighs and stares into his black, undoctored caf, “We probably all do.”
You and Crosshair continue to sip in silence for a few minutes. You could feel him mull his thoughts over. Even with you, he wasn’t the best talker, but you knew his internal dialog plagued him.
“Will you go with her?” Crosshair breaks the silence and studies your eyes.
“I don’t know,” you slowly elaborate, “It’s been years since I’ve been there, but I’d still be recognized. The only advantage I bring is that I know the planet well.”
“Hmm,” Crosshair takes another sip.
“Would you come with me?” You ask.
Crosshair sharply exhales and rolls his eyes, “You know how I just love unplanned adventures with pirates.”
“So you will?” You squint your eyes at him.
“I can hardly wait,” he sarcastically agrees and finishes his morning drink.
Chapter II: Going Home
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Bad Batch Season Three Wish List
I'm not calling these predictions because these range from highly likely to fat chance. I'm in denial :)
Ahsoka and Echo reunion (I can DREAM, okay)
Cody returns
Wolffe makes an appearance
We get some mention of Commander Fox
Crosshair rejoins the squad
Crosshair gets a goddamn hug
Omega and/or Emerie kills Dr. Hemlock
TECH IS ALIVE
Phee and Tech kiss
More of Phee outside of ship content because she’s so cool and I just akjdflkjdkfjdsa
More Rex, because I miss him
Everyone makes it to the end ALIVE
Thank you, that is all.
Tech would never use the phrase “sparkling personality” so I wonder what descriptors he used for Phee come to that conclusion herself.
What stories did he tell to drag Crosshair through the mud. I must know