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Personal headcanon: It goes without saying that the clones would make excellent fathers, or at least father figures. Sure, they werenât exactly raised by loving parental figures, so they would be a little unsure of how to display their affection. But you know in your soul that they would do anything and everything in their power to make sure their children never go through the same hardships they did.
i adore crosshair's dynamic with omega so much . not only for how lovely it is , but what it says about both of them as characters ; quietly emphasizing aspects of crosshair . the persistence needed to for him to assimilate to your presence , leading to the softer delivery of his trademark honesty â not to mention the " oh , i'm way worse " in response to being more overprotective than hunter .
he's a quiet lover , and a lot of people aren't built for that . he's worth it , though , a million times over . he scans over someone and knows what they're thinking , what's making them (un)comfortable . acts of service , but not one to demand overwhelming praise for it â saying he'll take it back if you'll make such a big deal about it .
warmth is something he craves , but refuses to beg for . don't ever underestimate the warmth of a hand wanting to defrost his own ; always running cold , despite the protected heart of his.
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Coming up with ways for Jango to have way too many sons in aus is kinda fun tbh. I know the most common thing is just for him to have a big family and that's fine but ideally could be way weirder. Maybe all the sperm at the sperm bank got swapped with Jango's and there's a nationwide epidemic of mini Jangos. Maybe someone discovered a compound full of a hundred of boys in the desert in idk Nevada or somewhere and only the first ten or whatever even have birth certificates and they're all 'homeschooled' (badly) and it gets a lot of press and everyone has a lot of questions, such as "what the fuck?" and also perhaps "how?". Maybe there was an actual secret cloning project not unlike canon but it's in a modern au.
Clone commandos request if possible. đ Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.
So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* thatâs ok)
âGot your backâ
Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back
Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)
Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad⊠the most scary- not proofread
Word count: 1688
Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my âmost popularâ but ones I always do so much for and I donât know why
Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I canât remember nor find it so let me know!
"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.
Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.
"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.
Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.
"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."
The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.
Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Bossâs comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.
After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.
In a more solemn voice they asked. âBoss what are we gonna do?â
Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.
âThe missions easy enough for us.â Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.
Heâs never been more wrong in his life.
While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Bossâs ears.
For a moment the other comando didnât realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.
Thatâs when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didnât seem to die down.
You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.
âRollies! get down!â Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smokeâŠ. Lucky you guys.
âScorch handle them.â Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.
Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. âOut of hand grenades sir.â Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.
âDown the hall!â Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.
You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.
âShit.â Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.
âYouâve got to be joking me.â Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.
A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didnât make sense though, comando droids werenât the type to show mercy.
Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldnât the separatists just send the normal clankers.
Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.
In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.
Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.
He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To themâŠ.
In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.
Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.
Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.
Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didnât work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.
Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a âfriendlyâ tap from the clone comando.
I didnât take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.
Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldnât shake that.
âFixer start working on those bindings.â Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.
Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.
You came to with the feeling of someoneâs exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.
âThanks for joininâ us.â The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.
The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.
Bossâ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.
Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.
Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldnât seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.
Sevâs eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.
And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasnât in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.
Someone had to stay strong for them all.
Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.
âI think someoneâs coming.â For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. âItâs probably these. Messing with you.â He shook the bindings.
Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.
âWe need a medic.â It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.
2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.
âWe need the Jedi.â The cool voice stated only once.
Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.
âGet up.â Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Bossâ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.
The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. âIâm not asking againâ
âLike kriff theyâre going with you.â Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.
âMove clone.â For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.
Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.
Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.
âI hope you didnât think we were really gonna let them take ya.â Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.
You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?
A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.
âI hope you know.â Scorch called over his shoulder. âYouâre never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.â
An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. âYou were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!â
