Quick flat color doodle of puppy Batcher that I'm not motivated enough to fully render but still wanted to share :)
A bit of Brutess lore under the cut too ;) ⬇️
A quick unfinished doodle of puppy Batcher and toddler Brutess. When Brutess was very little (1-3 years old ish), Hemlock would take her down to feed the hounds on Tantiss. She absolutely loves animals. Unfortunately, that led to an easy and effective form of punishment for her when she got older. However, I made the executive decision that Lurca hounds live a similar lifespan to humans, and therefore Batcher was one of the puppies that Brutess got to help feed as a youngling. Which would also mean that once the Batch settles on Pabu, Brutess finally gets to keep her pet permanently without the threat of time or any person taking the hound away from her.
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Summary: Tech uses his exceptional mind to uncover more about Avery.
Pairing: Tech x F!OC
Word Count:
Warnings: alcohol usage and inebriation
A/N: A new chapter?? In this economy??
Masterlist || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5
Chapter 4: Or The One Where He Figures It Out
The sun was low when most of the Batch had returned to the Marauder. Tech immediately took his place at the pilot seat while Echo eased into the co-pilot position. Wrecker had yet to return from Cira’s, having quickly grown attached to both her and her young son in the short couple of days they'd been on the island. Omega’s absence didn’t slip Hunter's notice either and he sat reclined against the frame of the lowered boarding ramp, twirling his vibroknife between his fingers as he waited. A breeze rustled the branches that stretched out into a canopy that shaded the Maurader as the sun dipped below the shimmering blue horizon.
“Hunter,” Tech heralded his approach to his brother, noting his deep contemplative stare into the forest. Hunter jerked his head in Tech’s direction but didn't falter in the twirling of his blade. Tech continued, “We have a transmission from Cid.”
Hunter scrubbed his hand over his face and grunted. “Great. We’ll watch it soon as Wrecker's back.”
Tech nodded and quietly retreated back to the comfort of his seat. Echo sat reclined in the chair parallel to Tech, his eyes closed in a brief instant of peaceful tranquillity.
“How'd it go?”
Tech snapped his head up with a start and looked at Echo whose eyes were still closed.
“I am afraid I am not sure of what you are referring.”
Echo smirked. “The doc. How did telling her she needed to fix her emergency protocol go?”
Tech’s eyebrows raised in understanding. “Ah. Yes, she was…displeased."
Echo snorted, his shoulders bouncing in a silent chuckle. He slouched in the seat and wiggled to get more comfortable.
“How did you—”
“Because I know you, Tech.” Echo twisted his head to stretch his neck and crossed his arms over his chest before closing his eyes for a quick nap.
Tech took a moment to process Echo’s words before returning his attention to calculating the necessary adjustments needed to tweak the hyperdrive on the Marauder.
———
Wrecker finally returned once the pinks and purples of the sky were beclouded by deep blue and indigo. His thudding footsteps woke Echo with a jarring spasm from his seat, his hand scrubbing his face in an effort to ground himself once more. Tech was far less surprised by Wrecker’s return, having grown accustomed to his heavy gait in their childhood.
Hunter strolled in behind their burly brother and approached the control panel.
“Tech? The message please,” Hunter requested, crossing his arms across his chest.
The hologram of the surly Trandoshan fizzled and flickered briefly before stabilizing into her recognizable shape.
“Hey there boys. I realize I said I would contact you in seven rotations but my contact has sent me some information I need to pass on. You need to get the goods in the next two rotations or scrub the mission and come back. Empire informants have notified the big wigs that there is a high value target on the planet and I don’t feel like having to deal with Empire goons following you back to my establishment. I am sending the details now.”
“That changes things drastically,” Hunter mused. “We still have to get supplies and fuel so we will hit the mainland in two rotations and hopefully we can pull off the mission with minimal interference.”
“We should take Avery,” Omega chirped, causing her brothers to jump in surprise.
Hunter cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. “And why do you want to do that, Omega?”
Omega grinned sheepishly at Hunter as she held Nuna, “Because I already asked her to come with us?”
Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose, a tension headache brewing, “Why did you do that? And that kriffing loth-cat is back?”
Omega scowled and clutched Nuna whose eyes narrowed and tail swished in response to Hunter’s disdain. “Yes. And I asked because she needs medical supplies and has to go anyway. Look, she gave us the last of her bacta patches!” Omega held up a fistful of the patches before continuing. “And I thought she could help with the mission.”
“Look, Omega, we can’t just let some strange woman in on our mission. What if she’s hiding something? Hunter explained while rubbing his temples.
“We have secrets too,” Omega glared, unwilling to break eye contact until she came out the winner of this debate.
Hunter grumbled as he conceded, “Fine. She can come. That loth-cat is not staying the night here again.”
Omega immediately brightened, “Okay! Nuna and I are going to my room now!”
Hunter grumbled, frustrated that Omega always knew how to work him to get her way, “Tech, take the loth-cat back tonight. See if you can get any information out of the doctor so we can prepare for the worst.”
———
The little light on the porch illuminated Tech’s face in the darkness. He lightly rapped on the door with his free hand, the other tenderly cradling the sleeping Nuna. The door slid open to reveal a heavy lidded and flushed Avery leaning against the door frame holding a glass.
She’s inebriated. That will make acquiring intel for Hunter much easier.
“You have been drinking.”
Her eyebrow quirked upward. “Indeed. Care for a glass?”
“I am not one to turn down a free drink. I have no intention of starting tonight.” Tech stepped across the threshold and scanned the room. Nearly decorated but unusually devoid of any obvious sentimental effects.
“Lovely. Hope you enjoy Port in a Storm.”
Tech tilted his head in interest. It was an unusual choice of alcohol. “The fortified wine from Pamarthe? I can’t say that I’ve tried it. I have heard it is quite potent and many non-Pamarthans are easily overwhelmed by it.”
“Change your mind?”
“Not in the slightest. By the way, this little one made her way back to us again today. She seems to be very attached to Omega. They played in her room until they fell asleep together.” He passed Nuna to Avery.
“She seems to like all of you. She doesn’t let just anyone carry her around. Thank you for bringing her home.” She put Nuna down and proceeded to pour a glass of wine for Tech. “Cheers. Please make yourself comfortable. It’s not much but it’s home.”
Tech scrutinized the sitting room more intently, evaluating and assessing for potential threats. His gaze lingered on Avery who had taken a seat and was staring vacantly into her own glass. He found himself intrigued by her. “You are unhappy.”
She looked up with a morose smile before returning her gaze to her glass and downed the remaining wine in a single drink, refilling the crystal immediately. As he continued scanning the room, Tech caught a glance of something that captured his attention; the medic bag from earlier.
“That medic bag is standard issue from the Grand Army of the Republic. How did it come into your possession?”
Tech noted she shifted uncomfortably in her seat before answering, “Because I was a medic for the Grand Army of the Republic.” She breathed a heavy sigh through her nose before rambling on, inebriation loosening her tongue. “Most of my time was spent being shipped off to one of the many medical frigates. Or Coruscant. And there was the single miserable time I was shipped to Kamino. Those Kaminoans hated me. I didn’t last long there. One screaming match with Lama Su and suddenly I’m ‘mouthy’ and ‘insubordinate.’ But I made my way onto the battlefield a few times. Enough times really. Why do you ask?” She absently swirled her glass and avoided his gaze.
“Simple curiosity. It is not exactly a common household item. This wine is excellent by the way.” He watched intently as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
This was progress. However, he knew she wasn’t telling the entire truth. She wasn’t lying but she was certainly leaving out key information.
“Hunter has also requested that I ask if you would like to accompany us to the mainland since you mentioned needing to restock on medical supplies to Omega. We will be going in two rotations.”
She slowly looked at him again. “That’s very thoughtful. Yes, thank you,” her head was lulling slightly, eyes drooping heavily under the weight of the wine.
Tech stood up, “Very well. I will let Hunter know you will be coming along. You seem tired so I will be leaving now. Thank you for the wine. Good evening, Doctor Leto.”
“Good evening, Tech. And thank you for bringing Nuna home again.” He turned and gave a nod before walking out the door.
Medical frigates. He thought to himself beneath the sea of stars that twinkled merrily above his head. That means there will be GAR records on her. This will be much easier than I had initially anticipated.
—————
“You were out late last night Tech. Everything okay?” Echo asked as he entered the cockpit of the Marauder.
“Yes, everything is fine. I had an opportunity to talk to Dr. Leto a bit over a glass of wine.”
Wrecker howled with laughter as he slapped Tech’s shoulder, “Yeah! Way to go, Tech!”
Tech shot him an irritated scowl, “There was nothing untoward about our encounter. We talked, that was it. I do believe she divulged more than she would have had she been sober. Fortunately I was able to utilize the information she gave me.”
“And?” Hunter asked, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Look at this.” Tech pulled up a holo of an old GAR military service record. “Dr. Avery Leto, Jedi Consular-Healer and Medical Officer. She mentioned in passing a confrontation with Lama Su so I dug into that. It does appear that Lama Su filed a complaint against her for insubordination. It is reported that she refused to refer to clones by their assigned numerical designation insisting on only using their names. And in her confrontation with Lama Su she was recorded as saying, and I quote, ‘Listen here you condescending, arrogant, long necked piece of bantha poodoo, these men are my patients and when you are in my presence you will refer to them by name. It’s the least amount of respect you can show them considering all they do.’”
Hunter bit back a smile. Meanwhile Echo and Wrecker made no attempt to stifle their laughter.
Tech grinned and adjusted his goggles before continuing, “l imagine she feels we are more of a threat to her than she is to us. Empire records have her listed as status unknown. It appears they are not confident that she was terminated during Order 66. It explains her standoffish behavior. For all she knows we’ve been sent to find her and kill her on sight. That said, she did agree to accompany us to the mainland. However, she was exceptionally intoxicated when I broached the topic with her. You may want to send Omega to revisit that offer today.”
Hunter crossed his arms and sighed, “I’ll let Omega know we need her to pay the good doc another visit.”
———
Omega bounced excitedly as she knocked on Avery's door. She grinned from ear to ear, extraordinarily pleased that she’d gotten her way. The vining flowers around the door were in bloom and Omega watched in awe as a dazzling butterfly flitted from blossom to blossom. There was a soft shuffling and Omega saw Avery peek out from behind the curtain. She waved enthusiastically to her before the curtain fell shut and the door opened.
She was met with a forced smile and squinting, blood-shot eyes as Avery leaned against the doorframe. “Good morning, Omega. What can I do for you?”
Omega bounced happily on the balls of her feet. “Hunter sent me to tell you he’s okay with you joining us tomorrow! He says we are leaving at 0700!”
Confusion and then comprehension crossed Avery's face as she nodded slowly. “Yes, thank you Omega.” Avery rubbed her face. “I…am not well this morning, little one. I’m sorry—”
“Oh it’s okay!” Omega chirped. “One time Ketch drank too many Wicked Womprats and his eyes looked like yours do right now!”
As she watched Omega happily skip away, her brow pinched in confusion and she was left with questions. Of those being “Who is Ketch? and “What is a Wicked Womprat?” She rubbed her temples as the throbbing behind them intensified and returned to her bed to nurse her self inflicted pain. She groaned as she lay down and pulled her blanket over her head. Nuna padded across her and slipped beneath the covers, tucking herself beneath Avery's chin and they both fell asleep as the little loth-cat purred.
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Happy one year anniversary to the ending of my absolute fav Star Wars show. I can not believe the Bad Batch ended a year ago. Like how?
This show means so much to me and I will forever be grateful that it exists. Cause I’m so happy that it does. From the amazing compelling characters to the addictive stories, the bad batch is in my opinion, one of the best Star Wars shows. Thank you for giving us clone force 99.
Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo and Omega will always have a special place in my heart. And I hope this show wasn’t the last we see of them.
my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else
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Wrecker grew up in the Bronx with his three brothers, the son of New Zealand immigrants, a few streets over from his older cousins Echo and Fives. He was conscripted into the Army in 1942 at eighteen and was quickly pulled into the Office of Strategic Services by Captain Rex. Alongside his brothers, he became an integral part of the 99th OSS Operational Group — the Bad Batch. His specialty among them is explosives, finding new and creative uses for each bomb in the arsenal.
Not long after being drafted, he was caught in a bad accident. It left scarring across the left side of his body, cost him the sight in his left eye, and took most of the hearing in his left ear.
Of the four brothers, Wrecker is the loudest and the hardest to miss. He is quick to laugh, quick to act, and genuinely fond of just about everyone he meets. While in active duty, he wrote to his younger sister Omega as much as he could, sending letters stuffed with small trinkets found on missions and drawings he’d made for her.
After the war, he took a job at the Copacabana as a bouncer, a perfect position for his large stature, and one that continues to keep his family close.
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This is hand painted with acrylic on 9x12 canvas board. The background is inspired by the scene at the end of the Umbara arc when they were outside the hangars. I do make prints of this and all my fan art. I am closing out most of them too, so you can get a heck of a deal.
I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could do the clones reacting to you starting to cry when they were scolding you about something!!
I literally live for your headcanons btw they’re so fire
clone characters scolding you for being reckless on a mission, but they accidentally make you cry (my headcanons)
a/n: oh i loveeee crybaby shit like this THANK U ANON 🔥 hope it’s ok that i took a mini creative liberty w the scenario
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warnings: hurtcomfort
“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, “i was just trying to help…”
hunter cups your face, his stern gaze softening at the sight of your tears. “i know you were…” he whispers, his thumbs slowly swiping at your wet cheeks. he pulls your face close and kisses the top of your head hard and slow, letting the pressure linger against your skin before he draws away with a heavy sigh. “just thought i lost you for a second there,” he murmurs, “i’m sorry.”
tech blinks at you in surprise, not expecting to upset you this badly. “i’m well aware of what you were trying to do,” he says quietly, tilting your face up with his fingertip. you stare at him sadly as he continues, “but it wouldn’t have been worth anything had you hurt yourself…” he swallows hard, gently brushing his touch over the tears wetting your face. “or worse.”
wrecker immediately crouches down to your height, hating to see you like this. “fuck, baby, please don’t cry—i didn’t scare you, did i?” he feels his heart sink when you try to push him away, which just makes him pull you even closer, hugging you into the warmth of his chest. he strokes the back of your head and mumbles, “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have raised my voice…”
crosshair sighs and unfolds his arms from his chest. he’s quiet as he cups the back of your head and lets you cry, patting down gently in his dry but soft way of comforting. “it’s nothin’ to cry about,” he mutters. you shake your head and bury yourself deeper into his arms. he releases another breath and presses his lips to your temple. “you’re making me feel bad…”
echo knows you’re crying because you’re worried that he’s angry with you. “hey, it’s okay…” he whispers, running a hand down the side of your face. you frown at him as he cups your cheek, pressing his thumb into a stray tear. “we’re okay,” he promises you and kisses the dampening spot under your eye. “i just don’t want you to scare me like that ever again, alright?”
wolffe hardens his gaze, trying not to fold at your tears because he takes these conversations seriously, even if it means being a little scary. his touch is rough as he wipes your tears away, murmuring, “you know crying isn’t gonna get you out of this…” he’s hard on you because he wants to keep you safe. you nod and swallow your tears, taking deep gulps of air. “that’s it, just breathe…” he says softly, “look at me and tell me that you understand.” you listen to him, shakily whimpering, “i understand.” his eyes soften, and he pulls you into a tight hug, slowly running his hands down your back in reassurance.
fox grips the sides of your face, sinking his fingers into your hair as he brings your foreheads together. you’re forced to meet his gaze when he asks, “you think almost getting yourself killed is helping me?” he tilts his head slightly at your silence. you shake your head, weakly whispering, “no…” and he nods, kissing you fiercely. “don’t cry, baby, i’m not mad at you…”
cody shakes his head at himself like he knows he fucked up. “and i’m just trying to protect you,” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks into your eyes. you take a shaky breath and whimper, “i know…” while rubbing away the tears welling up. his fingers curl around your wrists gently to pry them away before he kisses your palm and hugs you close.
mayday opens his arms up and murmurs, “come here,” softly shushing you when you walk yourself into his warm embrace. he kisses the top of your head as you tremble through your guilty cries. “mm, i was a little harsh, wasn’t i?” he says in a low voice, pulling back to cup your face. you hiccup slightly and try to form a response while he looks at you tenderly, also guilty.
rex catches a singular tear roll down your cheek with the crook of his finger before cupping the side of your face gently. “don’t be sorry, i know where your heart’s at.” he kisses your forehead and wraps his arm around your shoulder at the same time, pulling you close to whisper in your ear, “just let me handle it next time, yeah? no reason to put yourself at risk like that.”
fives curses under his breath and slides a hand down his face, inhaling a deep breath to remind himself not to raise his voice at you. he realizes he let his concern for you carry himself away, so he softens his tone when he whispers, “it’s okay, baby, just promise me you won’t do it again.” he hugs you tight and buries his face into your shoulder. “it’s not worth the risk.”
kix wipes a lingering blood stain off your face and brushes away sone tears in the process, his heart heavy like his frown. “and i almost lost you,” he whispers, leaning down to press your foreheads together. his eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, grounding himself in your touch. “i’m sorry for scaring you, i just—” he swallows hard. “i was scared, too.”
jesse shuts himself up immediately when he sees you cry, suddenly hesitant to touch you as his hands hover around your trembling frame. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean…” he winces, pressing his hands down on your shoulder blades to cradle you in a tentative embrace. “fuck, i’m so sorry,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “it’s my fault for not being more careful…”
hardcase blinks at you in surprise—he’s never made you cry before. he didn’t think he could intimidate you like that, but he remembers your sensitivity. his arm comes around your shoulder from the side as he leans in close, trying to get you to look at him. “hey, that’s alright, as long as you’re not hurt.” he kisses your forehead and grins. “you leave that part to me.”
gregor kisses your tears away, his lips softly pressing to your cheek a few times. his arms circle your waist as he smiles down at you reassuringly and says, “you’re always helping me; i don’t know what i’d do without you.” then he kisses the top of your head before resting his chin on that spot, exhaling a deep breath. “and i don’t want to know, okay?” he says quietly.
howzer is aware that his angry tone can scare you sometimes, especially when he’s talking about something as serious as your safety. he purses his lips together in a slight grimace, silently berating himself for pushing your boundaries. he cups your face gently and tilts upward, softly murmuring, “you can help by staying out of trouble. i can’t lose you, too, alright?”
emerie casts her gaze down, her voice quiet when she tells you, “you just worried me instead…” she glances back up and meets your gaze. you swear her own eyes are watering, too, but she doesn’t let herself break while you’re already sniffling. she reaches for you, lacing your fingers together as she brings your knuckles to her lips and kisses you softly. “i’m sorry, too.”
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there’s no way. no way on EARTH. that ANYONE can tell me that this man. THIS MAN!!
has a flat stomach!! that is a LIE and NOT REAL!! (first of all almost no one has a flat stomach, that’s where your organs are guys, we need a little pooch for em! /pos) he’s a big man and when he isn’t flexed and out of armor, he’s got some belly sticking out and it’s BEAUTIFUL AND HANDSOME SAY IT WITH ME!!!
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