#meg bad batch

Omega: It was me.

Wrecker: The ship takes a screenshot.

Omega: Oh, definitely Crosshair. I could never hurt Wrecker.

But then he really thinks about it and explains that a parent is.... someone who is always there, who provides, who looks out for their child and teaches them and does their best to give them the fundamentals needed to succeed in life. Someone who loves and protects them.

And Meg’s eyes twinkle as she says, “Like you?”

Cue Hunter henceforth accepting the role of Hunter’buir™

A particular point I have to blabber about is his dynamics with Omega.

And when his Cyare is interactive with her in any way it drives him wild.

Cyare: *Smiles at Omega*

Hunter:

Oh friend—Dad Batch is literally all there is to me.

Dad Batch + Omega headcanons anyone?

Omega rises early with Hunter. They like to cook breakfast together—Meg turns out to be quite the chef and Hunter’buir is surprised to pick up a culinary trick or two. Everyone thinks her cooking is light years better than Hunter’s. Their tastebuds wholeheartedly agree. But don’t tell Hunter that. Or do.

Residing among the Bad Batch has been drastically different in every aspect. Omega is somewhat at a disadvantage because she is now lacking curriculum and structure that was very much a mode of functionality back on Kamino. She is young, we know her mind is curious and hyperactive, and so the Bad Batch has to really put their heads together to implement some strong academic means for her so that she does not fall behind and miss out on developmental milestones.

Tech in particular really comes through in this aspect; he is able to construct a variety of curriculums on the ‘pad to keep her engaged and mentally stimulated.

Omega quickly masters those and branches out to more hands-on activities, dabbling into creative outlets which is where Wrecker steps up to the plate.

Meg discovers her affinity for painting and designing.

She loves to test her skills on Gonky, who is a real champ through all the strung accessories and clothing ensembles.

Because funds are tight, Omega repurposes blankets and different fabrics around the Marauder for Gonky’s outfits. She becomes quite the master of disguise, and the boys are impressed.

In light of a minimalistic lifestyle, Omega adopts quite the set of home-economic skills, which is particularly pleasing to Hunter.

Independence is one of the most important factors for the boys, which they instill heavily in Omega. They do their best to teach her something new every single day, no matter how mundane it seems.

Tech spends a lot of time teaching Omega how to pilot—against Hunter’s wish (he thinks Gonky would be a better instructor than his genius yet hopelessly negligent brother)

Echo spends a lot of time telling Omega stories—it’s usually the last phase of her bedtime routine, at the end of the day, snuggling up with Echo (sometimes not) as he recounts old brothers and early life back on Kamino. The two grow really close through their experiences, as Omega’s own tenure there is still fresh in her mind compared to the other Bad Batchers’ who have largely broken away from their roots. Echo’s stories/memoirs prove to be a very vindicating, therapeutic experience for him. He appreciates Omega’s sage and calm temperament through it all.

Omega takes to maintaining Crosshair’s gear while he’s away...

His armor actually appears to fit her physique the closest out of all the others. She always wants to try it on but refrains out of respect for the estranged Buir. He’ll be home soon. Home, and back in his rightful armor.

Until then: Omega recruits all of the boys to help her forge her own. She is adamant, and her artistic eye leaves her certain of exactly the design she wants. It’s a bit crude, and elementary, but it’s perfect for her.

Lula and Gonky are of course included in the creative process! They become something of muses, their designs incorporated into a pauldron or a Tooka-sized pouch on her utility belt—Lula likes to come on missions, too. :)

Wrecker retrofits Lula with a grenade—in which Omega acquires some valuable textile skills. Sewing a grenade into a plushie’s stuffing is a tricky process.

Wrecker feels better knowing that as long as she carries Lula, she has a weapon and means of protection. He makes haste to remind her to use Lula as a last resort only (though of course he hopes she never actually has to use it). Wrecker is quickly becoming the best Uncle ever.

Hunter’buir is not too keen on Omega sleeping with what is, essentially, a grenade curled up in her arms every night. It’s a bit arbitrary.

Some days, late at night when Hunter is left alone to his thoughts, he wonders if they’ve gotten way in over their heads. He wonders if Omega is actually thriving, and what even constitutes as “thriving” for a child.

Watching her sleep, warmed by a mix of blankets and Bavodu’e and carefully recycled cabin air, he decides that as long as she’s safe, and satisfied, then they must be doing pretty good.

When Cross’buir finally comes home... everything is very different.

Meg—from what little she remembers—knows that Crosshair didn’t talk much before, but he’s even more quiet now. Except for the times he mutters to himself. And the times he wakes up in the middle of the night, shrieking from an episode of psychosis.

For the longest time, Hunter’buir would forbid her from coming to his aid. Saying Crosshair is “unstable”, that he’s not “feeling well”, and that he needs to heal.

Meg can’t help it. She has to be there. Has to help, has to heal. It’s in her nature.

And so Omega will always find a way.

She finds that Crosshair responds well to singing. Her singing.

She doesn’t really know any lullabies except for this one tune—well, more like a few obscure notes—that she would catch Nala Se humming on more than one occasion. Meg doesn’t know the significance, or what it means, but she associates it with comfort. So does Cross’buir.

And so she hums to him, as a late night soothe. He never says a word. But his breathing comes a little easier, his shakes recede, and sleep finds him once again.

While Meg has had ample time to bond with her other Buirs, It takes awhile for her to make actual headway with Crosshair.

When she is discouraged over this, Hunter’buir has to gently remind her that Cross isn’t quite the same as he once was, and to give him time.

She understands. Omega is a beautiful soul.

Cross’buir and Omega bond over board games; silent, strategic games. These are the times she sees a flicker of Crosshair peek through; that deft mind and astounding composure he had before, that he’s always had but that he’s just forgotten. Strategy games make Crosshair feel like he’s in control. That he’s not just detachedly following orders. That his mind is his own, and his mind is free. Cross’buir loves strategy games.

The first time Crosshair utters a word to her since his rescue, months have passed, and it’s after she wakes from a nightmare.

He hears her. It’s faint, her broken whimpers echoing from down the hall. His feet pick up a will of their own.

It feels like an out of body experience, and Crosshair doesn’t much like those, because he’s afraid he’ll slip away again, back to a mind that is not his own, devoid of feeling—

But this—when he comes to Meg’s aid—this feels right. He’s influenced by pure instinct as he gathers her up in his arms. She looks up with a damp face, and whispers his name. And then: “Cross’buir.”

And that charge... that registers to Crosshair. It meets him soundly. It meets him softly. He takes a full breath, and squeezes her tight.

Oh GOSH. XD

I never considered this before, but I’m certain it would be chaotic.

Look, the Dad Batch are very emotional fellas; they each carry their energy differently but literally everything these guys do is fueled by Emotions™.

In the situation of Omega and dating, well, they’re each a frustrating variant of passive-aggressiveness. XD

So here’s the rundown:

Hunter’buir—Your classic case of Overprotective Dad™ who appears as broody as possible to ward off potential date. Typically has his arms folded over his chest followed by the Stare™. May or may not follow with Fake Smile™. Does not approve of date. In denial about his ‘Mega growing up. In fatherly turmoil. Makes it everybody else’s problem.

Wrecker—Doesn’t have to do much intimidating, the date is already scared to death of him. Which Wrecker is inwardly very smug about although he later feels kind of bad; he doesn’t actually like being perceived as the big scary one. So he and the date may have started off on the wrong foot but he quickly makes up for it through his boisterous personality. Still reminds date that he could snap their bones at any time. All followed by a hearty laugh of course. :)

Crosshair—Like Hunter, is your classic case of Does Not Approve Of Date and Is Not Afraid To Make It Known™. Yes, he’s laying it on a little thick. No, he doesn’t give a damn if it’s “embarrassing”. While Hunter is the disapproving Dad, Crosshair is the murderous Uncle with the shotgun. Stalks them on date (openly). Absolutely no shame.

Tech—Foregoes the concept of personal space entirely in favor of scrounging up every piece of data on this person. Monitors their movements and comm frequencies. Obtains everything from their address to how many Tookas in the home. Has no qualms about asking whatever question comes to mind. Is amiable enough but date does not see it that way.