#poly bad batch

"Well, isn't it just clothes? What's so special about them?" Tech wondered.

"Rich people are stupid," you grumbled, "They have more money than they know what to do with, so they spend it on things like trying to look more interesting than they actually are. They're all bored, so they start finding weird things to be critical of. Like clothes."

You started scrolling through a holonet market to try to shop for some proper clothing. Hunter had decided that exploding onto the scene and catching attention right away would be the best option to draw out the interest of the Source. And even if the Source wasn't there anymore, he'd shrewdly pointed out, other Separatist sympathizers would be drawn to you, opening other doors to intel.

So, he'd decided with input from others that the dynamic would be that of a wealthy group that had bonded over mutual odd interests in different body modifications or weaponry and had formed a strange harem that traveled together. Everyone had come up with a fake background with your help, and Tech had created false records in case anyone decided to be curious enough to look you up. Plus, it would give you credibility as "new money" on the scene thanks to the Galactic War. No one would think it strange that a group interested in weaponry would make money off of the War.

It created enough intrigue at the very least, Hunter had agreed, and the nature of your relationships within the group would be more than enough to keep people talking. Echo had still been wary about it, but he'd seen the purpose of it, and he didn't seem to be opposed, per se. Just... hesitant. Unsure.

Letting out a whine, you finally sat back and closed your eyes, thinking. You'd probably have to go through it one by one, so you might as well start with Tech since he was in the room with you. His fabricated background was that of an technology expert, naturally. According to the records, he'd started off with an interest in weapons manufacturing and branched off eventually into dreadnought schematics and other experimental designs. Considering the possibilities for his background, he'd decided that he would come from a Midrim Planet that had developed quite a few manufacturing plants since the War had started.

Gazing thoughtfully at Tech, you started to piece together an outfit in your mind. Tilting your head, you grabbed your datapad and searched up a few ideas that started to form in your mind. Compiling a few outfits, you grinned in triumph and made the purchase.

Standing with the datapad, you headed off to find the others. A few hours later, you'd finalized your purchases and scheduled them to be delivered to the hotel you'd be staying at for the first few days on the planet while preparing for the mission. With a pleased nod, you went to go find Hunter.

You found him in the common room, going over his report to send to Captain Rex. He looked up as you entered, shuffling over to offer you a seat next to him.

"Finished, mesh'la?" he asked calmly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You hummed absently, pushing the datapad toward him. "Well, I've found the outfits for you and the others," you started, eyebrows furrowing, "but I'm still not entirely sure what sort of impression you want to make with me? I've found a few designs that would go with the rest of your outfits, but each style sort of... they insinuate something different when put with the others." You pointed out the different styles you'd picked out.

Hunter leaned closer to take a look. He tilted his head, dark eyes surveying the outfits on the screen.

"You said that the type of wealthy people we'll be interacting with like mystery," he finally said slowly. "Why not all of these? If it's different each time, it'll add to the intrigue, don't you think?"

You blinked. "I guess. I hadn't thought of that," you said thoughtfully, pulling the datapad closer. Looking back down at it, you tapped your lips in thought. "But..." You blew out a breath, pouting. "I just hate attention," you whined, pulling at your hair. "I know I have to, it'll happen whether I like it or not, but I don't like it when people notice me."

Hunter chuckled, tugging you closer. He nuzzled your ear. "Don't worry, mesh'la," he murmured. "You'll be surrounded by five very selfish partners, hmm?"

You flushed, realizing how close he was at the moment. "I—" You bit your lip.

Hunter brushed his mouth against the shell of your ear. Was Cross right, mesh'la? What do you think will happen when we're all in a room together with you? For several days, even?

The low husk of his voice made you shiver, but you desperately tried to gather yourself. Turning your head, you gave him a wobbly pout.

"You're no help, Hunter," you sulked. "I'm trying to make sure we have a successful mission."

He just chuckled, briefly kissing your cheek. "And I know you'll succeed. We'll be just fine." Leaning back, he nodded at your datapad. "Do what you think is best, Shiv. There's a reason we were assigned this mission."

You just nodded, turning back to find yourself a few outfits. A part of you hated having to remember how to interact with the bored, rich folk that Trench had ingratiated with to climb the ladder; and an even bigger part of you dreaded having to sell yourself to them all over again, even if it was in a different way now. But there was another, little piece of you that almost wanted to look forward to it. Look forward to getting to dress in something you chose for yourself, to being with the people that you loved and wanted to be around.

And speaking of which, you were currently more stressed about your boys than even the mission. You knew, could feel over the bonds, that all of them were getting a bit... desperate. After the close shaves of the past few missions and now having to tiptoe a bit around Echo, they were finding it difficult to keep their hands off of you. And you were trying to manage both the situation with Echo and gently staving off the boys at the same time.

With a soft groan, you slumped forward for a moment.

"You alright, mesh'la?" Hunter asked lazily.

You sighed and stirred, standing to stretch. "I'm fine, just tired," you said, setting the datapad down. "I finished, the stuff is going to be delivered to the first hotel we're staying at the day we arrive." Glancing at the time, you started toward the door. "I'm going to go take a nap before I do any more."

You'd offered to share your bunk with Echo, knowing that no one would find it strange since you'd done it plenty of times before with the 501st. He'd taken you up on the offer, and you'd both dealt with nightmares already. Though, to be fair, it wasn't as though you weren't used to that, either. You'd had your own dark past, and War was never kind to soldiers. Whether with the 501st or the Bad Batch, you'd always had to deal with nightmares.

Echo looked up as you came into the room. "Oh, Shiv."

You groaned, collapsing next to him on the bunk. Curling up, you let out a sigh and closed your eyes. "Gonna nap," you mumbled, already drifting off. "Wake me if you need me."

~

You tapped away at the datapad, trying to make a few last moment purchases. Wrecker carried you on his shoulders along with a few other bags as the group made their way toward the hotel. His laughter rippled through the humid air of Ral'shan.

You finally finished, then looked up with an owlish blink.

"Shiv." Hunter looked up at you. "You have the reservation, right?"

You nodded, noticing that you'd arrived in front of the hotel. It was nowhere near as luxurious as the one you'd be going to in a few days for the mission, but it wasn't anything to turn your nose up at, either. It towered up high in the sky, closer to the city center where all the common tourist attractions were. Thankfully for Hunter's sake, the room you'd been given was high up where there was less noise.

"Down, please, Wreck?" You patted his arm.

He reached up and effortlessly set you back down. "There ya go, Shiv."

You smiled up at him. "Thank you!" Taking a glance back the way you'd come, you walked into the hotel and headed for the front desk. At least, you thought with a mental sigh, you knew what to expect from your time in slavery under Trench.

"Welcome to Tiyerran Hotel!" The receptionist gave you a wide smile.

You smiled back, sliding your datapad across. "Thank you. Here's our reservation."

She took the datapad, scanning it into their system. Nodding, she handed it back to you. "Yes, of course, here you are! The name is under (Name), correct?"

You blinked for a moment, surprised that the reservation was made under your name. But then, when you thought about it, it made sense. No one else's name would really make sense for an undercover mission.

"Yes," you answered. "Thank you."

She nodded, then handed you a small pouch. "Here are the passes to get into your room," she said cheerfully, glancing behind you at the others waiting for you in the lobby. "The lifts are right through that door. Your room is on the forty-seventh floor. I see here that you also have a delivery that's been made to your room. Have a great stay!"

You gave her a nod, taking the pouch, then headed back toward the rest of the Bad Batch.

They turned to you. "Got it, Shiv?" Tech asked.

You nodded. "We're on the forty-seventh floor, lifts are back there," you said, pointing. “Should I carry a bag?"

They shook their heads. "Lead the way, Shiv, we'll follow," Hunter said, grabbing bags.

"Do we have to take the lift?" Wrecker groaned as you all got in. "Why did we have to get a room so high up?"

"Do you want to hold hands?" Cross jeered, no bite in his voice.

"No!" Wrecker protested, glaring back. "I just don't do good with gravity."

Echo patted Wrecker's arm. "It's fine, Wrecker, we should be safe in the hotel," he offered sympathetically.

"Thanks," Wrecker sighed morosely.

You, on the other hand, enjoyed the ride up the lift. Heights had never really bothered you, especially since as a weapon you often got tossed around. You got used to it, you supposed. You turned once the doors opened, and quickly found your rather large suite down the hallway.

"Whoa, this is really nice," Echo remarked as he walked in.

You had to agree. The suite had two giant beds in it, with a lounge area and even a whole caf and tea bar. A wall of transparisteel stretched on the other side of the room, offering a custom-tint system to adjust levels of privacy.

You gravitated toward the window, looking out over the city central. A few clouds scattered a bit lower than the windows, lazily drifting by.

"It's really pretty," you cheered, looking out toward the horizon. "Oh, and we're on the side facing the sunsets!" You pointed toward the horizon where the dual-star system would set in a few hours.

Tech came up beside you. "It looks like there's a few bars that are open for the whole cycle nearby," he noted, peering down at the ground. "And that area, according to my intel, is where we might find some interesting local cuisine."

Your eyes lit up as you turned to him. "Oooh, do we get to go try it? I love trying new foods! Do they have interesting street food?" You clapped excitedly.

"As far as I know, there's a whole street of vendors," Tech agreed with a similar gleam in his eye. He was always down for new experiences. "And there's even a specialty drink that I've wanted to try called a Blue Egg."

"Well stop chatting about it and help unpack so we can go," Hunter said dryly from the other side of the room.

You turned, hurrying over to help. After an hour or so of unpacking the bags you'd brought and the crates of things you'd ordered, you stepped back from the closet with a nod. You'd put together all the outfits you'd ordered and neatly hung them up so that you could easily pack and transport them when you moved to the other hotel.

Wrecker and Crosshair had set up the weapons rack against a wall. The electrospear you'd been given by the Poletecs had its own space on the rack as well. Hunter, Tech, and Echo had unpacked the other bags of personal items and casual clothing in the meantime.

"I'm going to get ready," you called, grabbing your clothes and heading to the fresher to change.

As you changed, you had to send a mental thanks to Captain Rex for putting in a request for getting you a functional wardrobe. Most of your clothes had somehow gotten ruined from missions, so you'd been down to just two or three pairs. Thankfully, the budget you'd been given for this undercover mission had also covered getting you some new clothes. You'd ordered them, of course, in order to be able to access them for the mission.

Taking a final glance in the mirror to make sure you weren't missing anything, you walked back out to open the fresher to whoever else needed it. Considering the warm humidity and the prospect of walking the streets and going to a bar, you'd decided to wear a pair of shorts and a loose, summery top. You'd pulled your hair back with a hairband but otherwise didn't have any other sort of jewelry. The off-the-shoulder top felt airy and comfortable as you moved around the room, grabbing a small bag to sling around yourself and keep some credits and your comm in.

"Whoa, Shiv, you look super pretty!" Wrecker stared at you with a sort of stupid grin, standing by the couch.

Color splashed across your face as you laughed. "Thank you, Wrecker," you said with a warm smile. You walked up to him, holding your bag. "You ready? I can't wait to try the food!"

He nodded. "Yeah! I bet it's not going to be as good as yours, though."

The way Wrecker's eyes followed you with infatuation kept the warmth in your cheeks, though. You wondered if he had taken a particular fancy to the flowery, loose top you wore. After all, the only outfits the Bad Batch had ever seen you in had been your combat suits for missions, oversized shirts and shorts on the ship, and the one dress you'd worn to the 79s. You'd never really worn anything this... civilian.

"I think we're just waiting for Cross," Hunter remarked, coming up with Tech and Echo. His eyes trailed over you appreciatively. "You look good, Shiv," he complimented with a small smile.

"Thanks," you answered shyly.

"I've never seen you wear a headband before," Tech said, tilting his head and gazing at the simple silver band in your hair. "It's quite nice."

"Thank you, Tech— oh, your shirt." You caught sight of a button that had popped loose on his shirt. Moving forward, you buttoned it back and smoothed the shirt over his shoulders to get rid of the wrinkles. "There."

"Thanks, Shiv." Tech gave you a nod.

You turned to give Echo an excited smile. "Ready, Echo?"

He nodded. "I guess so." Then he stepped toward you, reaching out. "Your hair slipped again." His fingers gently rearranged your hair in the front, pushing it under your headband. He glanced down at your face and seemed to freeze for a second as though he hadn't realized what he was doing.

But you'd caught sight of his sleeve. It was your turn to reach up and adjust his cuff. "Oh, there. Thanks, Echo. My hair always hates me," you sighed.

He nodded awkwardly and pulled back. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."

Cross walked out of the fresher. "Let's get this over with," he muttered.

Tech led the way this time, while you fell into step between Wrecker and Echo. Wrecker grabbed your hand, swinging it as you walked. "What's the first thing you wanna eat?" he asked excitedly. "I wanna find the biggest thing they have!"

You laughed at him. "I think I want something sweet," you admitted. "You, Echo?"

"Uh..." He thought about it for a minute. "Something... salty," he decided.

"I've heard that their spicy foods are quite well known in this area," Tech piped up.

"Spicy noodles!" you cheered, throwing your hands up.

Wrecker cheered with you, distracted from the lift. "Yeah, spicy noodles!" He paused. "Wait, noodles?"

Everyone walked into the lobby, laughing at Wrecker's confused protests. Tech led you out into the streets, dusk just beginning to fall on the city. The horizon had started to blush a few shades of soft pinks.

Still holding hands with Wrecker, fingers laced, you pointed at a few interestingly-shaped buildings as you walked along. You both dragged Echo into guessing games of how long it would take to scale some of the taller buildings, or how you'd do it. Finally, though, you all reached the vendors' street of the outside market.

Your eyes lit up as you bounced on your toes. "Oh, look! Wrecker, Echo, over there!" You pulled at Wrecker, dragging him over to a booth with some local skewers. Everyone except for Hunter decided to try the skewers, resuming your walk down the street. Thanks to the more casual civilian clothes you'd gotten for the boys, your group blended in with the rest of the tourists and locals mingling in the market.

“That one next!” Wrecker yanked you over to another booth.

You tripped, stumbling after him laughing. Cheeks flushed, you took the snack he offered with a smile. Your hands were still linked, swinging as you both took a bite from the food. Your eyes lit up at the salty crunch, and you had to do a little bounce of happiness as you savored the flavors.

“Now this is the best!” Wrecker shouted, already finished with his.

You finished the snack and hummed in agreement, licking your fingers.

“Shiv, look.” Tech pointed toward a nearby booth.

You squealed, dropping Wrecker’s hand and grabbing Tech’s. “Spicy noodles!” You cheered, yanking him toward the booth.

“Whoa— Shiv—“

Your eyes twinkled as you took the bowl from the vendor with thanks. Turning to Tech, you grinned at him. “I bet I can finish this faster than you can, Tech,” you challenged.

Tech grabbed his own bowl. “Well, let’s find out, Shiv,” he accepted, lifting the bowl.

Wrecker choked on his mouthful. “Spicy—“ he rasped, handing the bowl to Echo and coughing.

You lifted the bowl to your mouth and started unapologetically inhaling the noodles. The spice burst on your tongue, setting your mouth on fire. But you only started eating faster, absolutely delighted at the familiar sting of the spice that seemed somehow refreshing. Chewing the last of the noodles, you drank down the rest of the soup in the bowl and set the bowl down.

Tech looked up, still finishing his noodles. Finishing his, he set his down with a smile of defeat.

“Whoa Shiv, didn’t know you loved noodles that much,” Hunter remarked with a small smile. “You beat Tech.”

You had to laugh, grabbing a tissue and a glass of water. “I’ve always loved this dish,” you said with a shrug, clearing out your sinuses and your palate. You turned to the vendor. “Thank you so much!”

She gave you a nod and smile. “It’s good to see someone who enjoys good food. Have fun, dear.”

You waved, then bounced over to Tech and gave him a hug. “You did good, Tech,” you laughed, grabbing his hand. “Can we have something sweet now?” You begged.

“Here, Shiv.” Echo walked up, holding a handful of candied sweets. He offered everyone one.

You let go of Tech’s hand and took one. “Thank you, Echo!” Holding the stick in both hands, you bit into the candied fruit. You closed your eyes as the flavor burst in your mouth and seemed to rush straight to your head.

Dusk had settled on the horizon, the sky starting to turn from pinks to reds and purples. Invested in savoring your snack, you missed the way the Bad Batch stared at the way the soft colors splashed across your figure, bathing you in the lights of the market. Your top fluttered in the light breeze, seeming to absorb the colors of the sunset.

You finished your snack and pouted a little at not having more. Still holding the stick, you looked up at the others. Hunter chuckled, reaching out to brush a few sticky pieces of candy from the corner of your lips.

“You’ve gotten a bit messy,” he said, a light of fondness in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

You let him brush it away, reaching out to grab at his shirt for balance. “Oh. Thank you.” You scrunched your nose as he brushed the last of it away, going cross-eyed trying to look down at your nose. “Is it gone?” You licked your lips, getting the last of the candy off.

“I think so.”

You looked up to say something when a noise caught your attention. Words freezing on the tip of your tongue, you tilted your head and perked up to listen. Turning your head, you started to walk toward the source of the sound. You barely realized that the others had glanced at each other and started to follow, too focused on the music that started to play.

Eyes widening, you paused and stared at a space that had been cleared in the market where a group of musicians began to play. Many of the tourists and locals had gathered around, clapping and singing. Many also danced, dragging friends or family into the circle and beginning to dance with abandon as the others watched on and cheered encouragement.

You hadn’t danced in so long, and the music lit up your heart and made you yearn for it. Glancing around, you saw a booth that sold some light, fluttery skirts and went to go get one. Slipping it on over your shorts, you bounced back to the others with a grin. Shrugging your bag off, you handed it to Wrecker.

“Hold this,” you said breathlessly, then ran toward the dancing group. You’d recognized the tune as a popular dance number, and just as you’d expected, a couple of people who knew the song had gathered. You joined, earning cheers as they gleefully ushered you into the circle.

You joined in the dance, your body falling back into the familiar movements. The high-energy dance involved spins and twirls within a circle formation, a pattern widely-common across the galaxy. Your arms lifted and fell with the rhythm of the music, and you turned to clap hands with the person beside you. Everyone grinned at each other, simply enjoying the carefree moment of life with strangers who did the same.

The group did one last circle before the music ended and you all bowed to each other. A burst of cheers and applause followed, and you laughed breathlessly. A tug at your skirt made you look down to see a little Twi’lek girl looking up at your shyly, her mother standing behind her.

You crouched, the skirt fluttering around you. “Well hello there,” you greeted softly, smiling at her.

She smiled back shyly. “Um— you dance really pretty, miss,” she chirped, her voice sweet like the sugar that still lingered on your tongue.

Your eyes widened. “Oh! Why thank you so much,” you thanked her, your heart melting. “I’m sure you dance just as well.”

She giggled. “My Mama says that giving flowers to dancers shows that you liked their dancing. Can I give you these?” She stepped closer, offering you a crown of summer flowers.

You clasped your hands in front of you. “Oh! I would be so happy to receive them!” you said breathlessly. Bending your head, you let her settle the flowers around your head. Looking back up, you reached out and gently clasped her hand in yours. “Thank you for the honor, little lady. I’m glad you liked my dancing,” you said softly.

She nodded, face lighting up. “Yeah! I hope I can be like you one day!”

You stood and gave her and her mother a polite curtsey, spreading your skirt a little. The girl’s mother gave you a grateful smile and nod, and the little girl waved and called a farewell as her mother led her away. Reaching up, you pressed your fingers against the slight ache in your chest.

I hope I can be like you one day!

“I hope you won’t have to, little one,” you whispered into the wind, then shook yourself. Turning, you ran lightly back to the others. You beamed up at them. “That was fun!” You reached up and took the flower crown, bouncing over to Echo. “I think I’m gonna crown you the new King of Summer!” You declared, settling the crown around his headpiece and clapping your hands with a laugh.

Echo took it with a resigned smile. “I guess Fives has done worse,” he said with a shrug.

“You dance really pretty, Shiv!” Wrecker said around his mouthful of snacks.

“Thanks, Wrecker.” You gave him a smile. Then you turned to Echo, holding out your hand as the musicians started a summer waltz. “Will the King of Summer give me a dance?”

He stared at you for a minute, then glanced down at himself. “Uh— I... I don’t really know how to dance, Shiv.”

You just tilted your head, still smiling as you kept your hand outstretched. “Please? I’ll teach you.”

He hesitated, then reached out and took your hand. “Okay.”

You tugged him closer to the square, then turned to him. “Here. You put your hand on my waist here, and hold my hand like this,” you said, reaching out to put his prosthetic hand on your waist. Resting your hand on his shoulder, you smiled up at his nervous expression, the flowers hiding his headpiece a little.

“And we follow the rhythm of the music. Step back like this—“ You coached him in the simple waltz, leading him in small circles. Echo picked up quickly, finding the rhythm and starting to lead a little more confidently. It reminded you of how Fives had never had any sense of rhythm despite loving trying to dance whatever chance he got, dragging you and Echo into it if you allowed him.

Echo smiled down at you, the pinched look on his face easing. “I guess I’m getting the hang of it.”

“You are!” You encouraged. “Try to spin me under your arm.”

After a little flub which made you both laugh, he managed to successfully spin you under his arm and bring you back in. “Well I guess it helps to have a good partner,” Echo remarked with a chuckle.

“I’m the lucky one, then,” you agreed. “I have you, after all.”

The waltz started to slow to a close, and you stepped closer to Echo to just sway. You slid both hands onto his shoulders, and his fell naturally to your hips. Looking up at him, you saw something spring into his eyes, feeling his body tense under your fingers.

“Shiv,” Echo rasped. “I...” He seemed unable to continue, though a sort of desperation crept into his gaze.

“Echo?” you murmured.

The waltz came to an end, leaving you leaning against his chest as he froze, hands wrapped around your waist, staring down at you with strained eyes. For a moment you both stood there, on the brink of something. Echo seemed to hover there, then he sucked in a sharp breath and abruptly let go of your waist, stepping away jerkily.

“S-sorry,” he stammered. “I— thanks. For the dance.”

Disappointment welled in you, but you pushed it aside for the moment and instead gave him the best smile you could muster. Reaching out, you grabbed his hand and started to pull him back to the others.

“You learned to dance really quickly, Echo!” You cheered instead, turning to Wrecker. “Can I have my bag back?”

He nodded. “Oh, sure, here ya go Shiv.” He handed you the bag.

You took it and slung it back over your shoulder. “What’s next?” You asked lightly.

Well what’s he holding back for? Crosshair sniped over the Bonds. Clearly he wants Shiv.

“Why don’t we go try that drink Tech mentioned?” Hunter suggested, pointing toward a booth on the other side of the square.

“Finally, a good suggestion.” Crosshair started toward the booth, quickly followed by Tech.

“Aw yeah, drinks!” Wrecker grabbed Echo’s arm. “Let’s go!” He charged forward, ignoring Echo’s startled exclamation.

Hunter wrapped his arm around your waist as he followed at a more leisurely pace. Give him some time. If he has feelings for Shiv, it can’t be easy for him right now to admit it. He’s changed a lot since the last time he and Shiv were together. Plus, we’re here and he doesn’t know.

You looked down at your feet, letting Hunter guide you. You couldn’t help but feel that maybe it was just... you. You didn’t know if Echo had feelings for you at all, after all.

“No, mesh’la,” Hunter said quietly, turning you toward him. He leaned forward, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You don’t see the way we all look at you. Echo looks at you like the rest of us do: like you’re the only thing he wants in the Galaxy. He’s just in the position we all were at first. Not knowing what to do, or if you feel the same, not wanting to ruin what you already have.”

You nodded, letting out a sigh. “Okay. I just...”

Hunter quirked a smile. “We’re all a little impatient, mesh’la. But it’ll happen, one way or another. Now come on, we’ve got to keep them from getting into too much trouble.”

You nodded and braced yourself, giving him a smile. “Okay.”

By the time you made it back to the hotel, Crosshair and Wrecker were drunk arguing while Tech and Echo tipsily rolled their eyes at the two and made sarcastic comments. You and Hunter gave each other resigned looks as the only sober ones, ushering them quickly back to your suite. Hunter sent Wrecker and Cross to the shower, while you went up to Tech and Echo.

“Come on, you two,” you said with a fond smile. “Let’s get you ready for bed. Can you change?” You grabbed their night clothes.

“Course I can,” Tech said, beginning to fumble with his buttons. Despite being a little shaky, he managed to get them off.

Echo squinted. “Uh, I—“

You brushed Echo’s hands away. “I got it, don’t worry, Echo,” you reassured, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “You had two too many, I think,” you laughed lightly. “Here you go.” You handed him the pair of sleep pants and shirt.

“Thanks, Shiv,” he muttered, shuffling off to change.

“Shiv.” Tech’s shirt was halfway off, but he had a hand up against his forehead. “I can’t look down,” he admitted, grimacing. “I think I underestimated the Blue Egg.”

Lips twitching, you shook your head at him. “I told you not to drink two of them,” you scolded. “Here.” Leaning down, you unbuckled his pants and unzipped, then straightened. “Just slide them off and change.” Thankfully his sleep pants just had a drawstring waist, so there would be no complicated ties.

“Thank you.” Tech leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then turned toward the beds.

You walked toward the closet, going to grab your own nightclothes. You’d gotten yourself a comfortable cotton shirt and shorts. But you glanced at the other option you’d gotten for when you went to the other hotel. Hopefully by then, you thought desperately, you wouldn’t have to keep warding off the boys. Heading to the fresher, you slipped in to change.

Crosshair sat on the toilet seat, head in his hands as he grimaced. Wrecker was in the shower.

“Here.” You offered Crosshair a small vial that Hunter had slipped you. “For the hangover.”

Crosshair took it with bleary eyes, downing it without a complaint. Reaching up, he grabbed your wrist.

You paused, turning back to him. “You okay, Cross?” you asked softly, running a hand through his hair.

He sighed, then stood. “I’m tired of waiting,” he grumbled. Leaning down, he tilted your chin up and pressed a lazy kiss to your lips. “He’s being stubborn.”

You shook your head, smoothing a hand across his chest. “Like you?”

He grunted, letting go of you as Wrecker climbed out of the shower. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

You laughed a little, then handed Wrecker the other vial. “Here you go, Sunshine. Drink this.”

Wrecker squinted at it. “How many are there?”

You snorted, then uncorked it and lifted it to his mouth. “Here.”

He opened his mouth and let you pour it in, swallowing. “Ugh, it tastes horrible!” he complained, shaking his head and gagging.

“It’ll help tomorrow, I promise.” You patted his arm. Reaching down, you slid the skirt off and began to quickly change into the sleep shorts and shirt. Folding your other clothes neatly into a pile, you grabbed Wrecker and Crosshair’s discarded clothes and went to go take them to the laundry chute.

You’d just turned when Wrecker grabbed your waist and hoisted you up. You squealed in surprise, starting to laugh as he walked toward one of the giant beds.

“I’m tired,” Wrecker pronounced. He flopped onto the bed on his back, then rolled onto his side and pulled you into his chest, snuggling into you. “Gonna sleep,” he slurred, eyes closing. “Night, Shiv.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to brush your hand across his cheek. “Goodnight, Sunshine. Get some rest.”

“You alright, Shiv?” Hunter asked. “Need anything?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. You know Wrecker, I’m not moving till morning anyway.”

“Fair enough.” Hunter shrugged. “Echo, just pick wherever you want. We all just end up where we end up,” he said.

Tech joined you and Wrecker in the middle of the bed, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, pressed into your back. Burying his face into your shoulder, he started to drift off with a mumbled goodnight.

You shifted a little. “Leave room for Crosshair,” you reminded Hunter quietly. “Are you going to take the top?”

He nodded, shifting across the bed so he sprawled above the three of you by the head of the bed. Adjusting pillows, he laid down facing you and draped an arm across Wrecker.

Echo stood by the edge of the bed, hesitating, when Crosshair walked out of the fresher. He walked up to Echo. “Move up,” he said shortly, pointing. “I’m by Tech.”

“Uh—“

You beckoned to Echo. “Here.” You patted your legs.

Crosshair settled on the other side, using Tech’s side as a pillow and folding his hands over his stomach. Echo glanced at everyone, then crawled up on the bed by your feet. He hesitated.

You reached up and tugged at him, pulling him down so he sprawled on top of you with his head against your stomach. Wrecker tossed his arm across Echo’s back with a snore, earning a quiet wheeze as he trapped Echo against you. Echo’s eyes widened, but you just sighed and settled in.

“Night, everyone,” you murmured contentedly, feeling your eyes drift close as sleep settled.

“Night,” Hunter mumbled.

Cross grunted.

“Night,” Echo said quietly.

You fell asleep, surrounded by warmth and happiness.

~

Everyone had scattered for day two. Tech had headed to the local library for some information, unsurprisingly. Hunter had decided to stay in the room for a while to get some rest. Wrecker had dragged Echo out, saying something about a weapons shop.

Crosshair, though, had turned to you. “I’ve got a plan. Let’s go.”

Though curious, you’d just grabbed your bag and followed after saying bye to Hunter. He’d waved you both off, heading back to bed.

You’d pulled on a black summer dress with a flower pattern, knowing it would be hot out and wanting something loose and comfortable. Catching up to Crosshair, you reached out and grasped his fingers, not wanting to lose him. He glanced back at you, then huffed a little and grasped your hand. A pulse of happiness washed through you as he held your hand, lithe fingers curling around yours with that deft confidence.

“Where are we going, Cross?”

He pulled you out into the streets, heading for the shopping district. “Out,” was all he said. As you walked, he pointed out in his quiet way different sights around the city. You enjoyed the stroll through the streets, delighted every time Cross would point out something small but interesting that most people wouldn’t have seen at first glance.

He stopped by a shop and grabbed a brunch for both of you in boxes, then led you toward a more quiet area where a bridge sat over a river. Finding a spot, he sat on the railing of the bridge and handed you a box. Legs swinging over the edge, you bit into the sandwich with a happy hum, listening to the river rushing down below and looking over the town square in the distance.

“So. About Echo.”

You turned to look at Crosshair. “Echo?”

“I happen to know that Tech is planning to make a stop while we’re in town,” Cross drawled, not quite looking at you.

“A stop?” You were starting to sound like an echo.

“There’s a particular shop that sells some... interesting things.” His eyes slid over to you. “And all of us besides Echo have put in special requests.”

You choked on your sandwich as you remembered something Crosshair had said before. Something about toys. And making a stop to get you some. And judging by the way Crosshair’s eyes glittered, you were absolutely correct in your conclusion.

“I—“ You took a drink, blushing. Setting down the sandwich, you pressed your hands to your hot cheeks.

Crosshair chuckled. “I think this might have to become a group seduction, cod’ika,” he remarked.

You sighed, picking your sandwich back up. “Well, I think you might be right. It’s not like I know how to seduce anyone anyway.”

I beg to differ. Hunter remarked lazily across the Bonds.

You almost choked again. At least let me eat! You wailed mentally, embarrassed.

“Well then, now that we’re agreed.” Crosshair finished his food, picking up his drink.

To what extent? Hunter pointed out.

“Well I don’t mind if you just act normally, besides... well,” you offered. Besides sex. Because that was the obvious line to be crossed. “Poor Wrecker. He’s been trying so hard ever since the flour incident.”

Then you propose we stop holding back in our interactions and comments. Hunter said.

In other words. Tech piped up unexpectedly. We should be flirting with Shiv more obviously.

Despite yourself, you had to burst into laughter. Shoving your hand over your mouth, you tried to stop giggling to no avail. Does anyone here know how to flirt?

Harsh, mesh’la. But Hunter sounded amused.

I thought we did. Tech said confusedly.

Showing off your knowledge isn’t flirting. Crosshair grumbled. He turned to look at you. “Your dress.”

You blinked, looking down. “My dress? Did I spill something?”

“It would look better on the floor of the room.”

You froze, lips parted and color splashed across your cheeks. You’d never in a thousand years ever expected to hear the sniper say something like that.

I believe that’s far closer to seduction than flirting. Tech snipped.

“This is going to be a disaster,” you groaned into your palms.

Did you have to do everything yourself?

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(Set post-TBB ending + Tech is alive for the sake of this fic!)

“Wrecker! Can you come and help me out, pleeease~?”

You called out from your bed, snuggling into the covers further. Wrecker had heard your voice from his seat in the dining room amongst his brothers, immediately scraping it backwards and nearly toppling over. He rushed from his unsteady position towards the room, unbeknownst to him that his brothers had followed with the same urgency.

“Mesh’la! Are you alright?!” He hurried, skidding into the bedroom and kneeling by the bed, his hand capturing yours as the boys stood by the door.

With a giggle, your other hand came to his cheek, “Of course, my beloved.” He breathed a sigh of relief, as did the rest of them, leaning into your touch while placing a delicate kiss to your wrist. “Then… what-uh.. what’d you need help with, Sarad?” He asked gently, looking into your eyes.

You smiled, eyes flicking to the rest of the batch, knowing that they hoped you couldn’t see them - but you had been a member of their squad for too long, been their partner for too long to know exactly when they were looking out for you. It warmed your core as you brought your hand to your enlarged belly underneath the covers, placing a gentle kiss onto Wrecker’s nose.

“Could you get me something sweet? I’m not sure what we’ve got left in the kitchen apart from the fish you and Crosshair had caught.” You hummed, a mischievous grin playing on your face as you heard Crosshair click his tongue. Wrecker laughed loudly, “Of course, Mesh’la! But is that all ya’ wanted? I can always get you more than that!” He grinned, not realising Tech had walked into the room to kneel down next to his larger brother, eyes and fingers engrossed in his data pad, “I have to interject, cyar’ika. Too many sweet treats may affect you and, or the baby.”

“Awh, don’t worry, Tech! I haven’t had that many!”

“This will be your fifth of the day.”

Wrecker laughed at his brother’s quip, Hunter and Crosshair walking into the room this time, the Sergeant sitting by your feet whilst the Sniper sat behind your back. “Are you surprised? Our Riduur is carrying Wrecker’s baby.” Crosshair said to Tech, earning a playful scoff coming from the largest of the group. Wrecker turned to look at Hunter with you, both of you attempting your best pouts, “Pleeease?” You asked sweetly, earning a sigh from the tired leader.

You had always tried to sway Hunter to have him wrapped around your finger, usually it always worked in your favour, but since you fell pregnant he’s been able to put his foot down a lot more than before. “You heard Tech, Cyar’ika. Why don’t we get you something different this time?” He offered with a small smile, his hand rubbing up and down your calf over the covers. “We can comm Echo, he should still be at the market with Omega.”

With a soft hum, your finger patted your chin. You really wanted something sweet but you knew your boys were looking out for you, albeit they might go over the top, but it was all you could ever ask for.

You smiled softly at him, “Okay, Hunter.” You grinned, laughing at the visible tension leaving his shoulders at your agreement.

Crosshair’s bionic hand had slowly made its way to your shoulder - the skinnier brother of the group had always struggled to show his affection for you in front of anyone else, but with recent events, he found himself ignoring any teasing that he thought would come his way. “Why don’t we meet them halfway?” He murmured, “You haven’t had any fresh air today.” He told you simply, raising an eyebrow when you whined, “But I’ve had the window open all day!”

“An open window does not give you the same benefits of going outside for a walk, cyare. The benefits that would bode well for you would be the exercise, additionally the—“, “Yeah, yeah, Tech, she knows!” Wrecker interrupted with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. Wrecker turned his face back to yours, leaning his cheek on the mattress to brush his nose with yours, “C’mon, Mesh’la. Cross’s right, let’s get you outside for a li’l bit.” He spoke with his softer tone that he knew you loved and could never say no to.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to look as though you were physically fighting off your partner’s cuteness, dramatically letting out an exasperated breath, “Fine, I suppose I should.” You sighed, hiding your smile when you could see them relax slightly. “And don’t worry, Mesh’la, I’ll carry you up the hill if your feet get sore!” Wrecker grinned, his hands coming underneath your arms to gently pull you out of bed and to your feet. You hummed in appreciation as his hands drifted to your belly, his eyes softening at the bump beneath your dress.

Crosshair and Hunter stood from the bed while Tech stood from his previously knelt position next to Wrecker, his hand gingerly coming to yours. “If you require assistance walking down the steeper parts of the way, you may hold onto me. I-If you require.” Tech offered, the rim of his goggles hiding majority of his awkward blush. However, just like how Crosshair’s would, the tips of his ears were brighter than anything and had earned a chuckle from the Sniper, “Smooth, Vod.”

You placed a kiss to the tip of Tech’s nose like you had with Wrecker, gently squeezing his hand in appreciation and looking between them, “Thank you both, and you’re right Wrecker, I might need a hand coming back up. And I’ll take you up on that offer, Tech.” You smiled kindly, addressing both of their offers before stretching, walking past Hunter and towards the refresher. “But first, I need to get freshened up, are you okay to wait for me at the door?” You asked, fluttering your eyes at the group, innocently connecting your hands behind your back. With a subtle blush from each of them, they nodded, hastily leaving the room to you for you to get ready.

You were quicker than you were expecting, walking into the dining room to see Hunter on his comm talking to Echo. “Yeah, we’ll be leaving soon - are you and Omega okay to wait up for us?” You smiled as you heard Omega’s excited chatter from the small device, grabbing your bag and slipping on your sandals. Wrecker had taken notice of you when you slipped your shoes on, walking over to you and gently taking the bags from your hands, “Wrecker, don’t be silly - I can carry bags at least.”

“Don’t you worry, Mesh’la. You leave all the work to us.” He beamed, placing a kiss to your lips with a soft squeeze on your shoulder.

You both walked over to the rest of the batch, Tech walking over to your side while Hunter and Crosshair stood by the door, adjusting their bags and taking one last look around your house to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. Tech slid his hand into yours, and with a gentle squeeze began walking with you out of the door. “Now, cyare. Is there anything else that is calling to your cravings?” He asked, “Apart from anything highly concentrated with sugar for the time being.”

You giggled, looking behind at the group, “That depends… who’s cooking tonight?” The boys looked amongst one another until Crosshair spoke up with a tone of boredom, “Echo.”

“Wait, but isn’t it—“

“Echo.”

You laughed at his adamance, “Does Echo know that? Didn’t he cook last night?”

Crosshair shrugged, placing a toothpick between his lips as you all began your descend to the market stalls. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll know it’s his turn to cook.”

Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, nudging Crosshair’s shoulder, “You can admit ya like Echo’s cooking ya’ know, Cross!” Hunter gently shook his head as the Sniper grunted in protest. “As long as we’re not eating rations again, I don’t mind cooking.” The leader offered, catching up to you and Tech to talk about what you could eat, or rather, what Tech thought was best for you to eat.

It wasn’t long before you reached the bustling stalls of the island, many locals nodding and greeting you all politely, some even asking you how you were getting along. You looked along the crowd, searching for Omega and Echo until you looked up to one of the lamp posts in the distance, “Ah, there’s Omega!” You cheered, pointing and waving at the young girl.

Omega had climbed the foundation of the lamp to get a better look over the crowd, and once she had caught eyes on you with her brothers, she began to wave excitedly, looking down to probably alert Echo. She leapt down and you could only imagine she was running towards you all.

As soon as you saw a flash of her white hair in the crowd you ran ahead of the boys, all of their breaths hitching as they shouted after you to slow down. With an excited giggle you opened your arms for a hug from Omega, spinning her around and squeezed her closer to you. “Ahh, I missed you so much Omega!” You chirped, giving her cheek a gentle peck before ruffling her hair affectionately, “Hey!” She giggled, swatting your hand away, “You saw me this morning!” She said to you with a big smile as you sighed, “I know, and I’ve been stuck with your brothers since then!” You joked as they caught up to you both, Wrecker panting with a worried expression. Omega grinned at Wrecker, giggling a little at his concern before giving your belly a cute kiss and gave you another tight squeeze before running over to her brothers, hugging them all the same. Wrecker walked over to you, his expression still one of concern, “Mesh’la… you scared me, what if you tripped? What.. what if you’d fallen…?” He whispered, his hand coming down to your belly. Your eyebrow raised as you tilted your head, still smiling at him as you didn’t want to undermine his concern for you. “Oh, love… I understand that you— you’re all concerned for me, but don’t forget I was a soldier too. I can handle myself.” You told him, your hand coming to meet his on your bump.

His brows furrowed in thought, knowing that you were more than capable of protecting yourself and his little one - even before the batch had met you, but it didn’t mean he didn’t worry. The first time you had gotten intimate with the boys they had spent, what felt like, hours kissing the scars you’d received in your battles alongside the 501st. You were more than capable of handling yourself.

And that was exactly what worried them.

Your mind still lingered around the days that you were a field medic, a skilled one at that. You knew your way around a blaster and had certainly gotten familiar with the trigger of one. You could patch up a whole squad alongside Kix whilst fighting off any enemies that came your way, a protectiveness in your eyes, and actions, that Clone Force 99 got to witness firsthand when you were assigned on your first mission with them.

You knew that sometimes they would long for the battlefield, and they knew you longed for it, too. It was in their nature to long for it, they knew nothing else, they were made for it - however you chose to sign up with the republic, you had chosen to train to help the clones and Jedi with their battles across the galaxy.

They thanked the Maker that you were assigned to their squad just that one time.

You never left them.

They saw firsthand how much you cared for them, how you refused to see them as, “expendable”. They would shower you with affection alongside your markings, but you would show theirs far more delicate care, ‘A woman’s touch…’ You had told them, disguising your affections with small tales and fibs.

At the time, you hadn’t the words to convey to them how much you cared about them, how their mistreatment angered you, despite of all of their successful missions.

But having been with them for as long as you had now, you made it a daily goal to remind each of these boys how much they had meant to you, especially now you were carrying a child within you. You’d be damned if any of them died on you now.

Wrecker knocked himself back into the present when your hand graced his cheek, “Cyare?” Your voice broke through to him.

He managed a breathless chuckle, his small reminisce on the old days had brought a smile to his face, kissing your palm with a fondness he knew you’d pick up on, “… I know you can handle yourself… that’s what worries me.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from you, gaining curious glances from the rest of the squad. You hadn’t realised that Echo was behind you during Wrecker’s space-out, gently tapping his scomp into your side, “You’re not running around and causing trouble, are you, Mesh’la?” He asked.

Placing a kiss to Wrecker’s cheek, you turned your face over your shoulder to see the ARC trooper grinning at you, dressed in comfortable slacks as his arm wrapped around your waist, his forearm taking some of the weight off of your belly that let you sigh in relief, “Thank you, Echo… And of course not! Who do you think I am?!” You jested, motioning to yourself as both men stared at you unimpressed.

“Our troublesome medic.”

They answered for you, Wrecker leaning in to your right, and Echo leaning in for your left cheek, leaving their kisses on your soft skin with a shy squeal from you. “Hey, we still need to grab some things for our dinner tonight!” You protested, playfully swatting the men away, your arm resting atop your stomach as Wrecker placed his arm around your shoulder affectionately.

“Ah, I already grabbed some things, I thought we could have either this for our dinner or—“ Echo started, showing you a bag full of goodies you hadn’t noticed until now, listing the many dinner options you all could have thanks to the mother-trooper of the group.

Wrecker and you had exchanged a glance before giggling softly, not wanting to make Echo think he’d said something wrong, “What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing, Echo.” You grinned, holding his hand, “We’re laughing because on the way here, we were joking about who was going to make the dinner-“

“Crosshair wanted it to be you!”

“But Hunter’s offered to make it, if you don’t want to.” You explained, smiling softly at your massive partner interrupting you from excitement, grinning at Echo’s stunned face.

He glanced at his shopping bag before looking over at the leader of the group, “Oi, Hunter,” he called, gaining his attention, “Catch.” He said simply, skilfully throwing the bag in his Vod’s direction and smiling once Hunter had caught it, “Figure out what you can make with that.” He teased, his arm wrapping around your back alongside Wrecker’s, “I haven’t been able to spend any time with our lovely Cyar’ika since this morning.” Echo explained, staring down at you with an expression full of endearment.

Leaning into the men’s warmth, your little group continued to walk around the stalls, Hunter looking rather pensive as he began to take his duty as cook seriously, looking for herbs and spices to go with whatever he had planned. Omega would chip in with throwing in random ingredients, charming Hunter with her innocent smile as he would look to Tech to fact check what she had thrown in.

Crosshair, trying his best to remain as enigmatic as he could, kept a close eye on what was going to be involved in your dinner, whispering to Tech and double checking if you would be okay eating certain things. The thought behind his actions warmed your heart, but you knew that you wanted to relax - and you wanted the boys to feel the same. “Cross, we’re not going to get poisoned any time soon.” You joked, looking at him with a raised brow as your arms were still interlocked with Echo and Wrecker, enjoying the time you were able to spend with them on this walk.

Crosshair scoffed, acting as though he wasn’t looking out for you, “Who knows what Hunter’s grabbing? Might make the dinner taste like osik.” He huffed, his ears tinging with a soft blush much like Tech’s would. Hunter whipped around to glare at his brother with a growl, deciding against arguing with his youngest in public before rolling his eyes. You giggled, softly sliding out of Echo and Wrecker’s arms with a soft kiss to each of their cheeks, walking over to the leader of the squad, your hand gracing his shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, Sergeant. The dinners you make are always lovely,” you complimented, sending a playful glare towards Crosshair.

The meals that Hunter would make would always end up being on the blander side, none of you the heart to break it to him that his portioning of herbs and spices did nothing for your own tastes. He could pick up on the faintest of seasonings and at times he’d forgotten it wasn’t the same for you all. It wasn’t until Crosshair used it against him in one of their arguments that Hunter’s world dawned on him.

“For the last time, you need to stop antagonising anyone who comes near us! It nearly cost us missions in the past, and now you’re pissing off the neighbours! Guess who has to apologise, because it’s sure as hell never you?!”

“Yeah, well maybe I wouldn’t be so pissed off all time if it wasn’t for your shit cooking. Your cooking tastes like shit, Hunter. It’s shit.”

When Crosshair had said to Hunter what you’d all essentially been thinking for months, the Sergeant’s posture stiffened and his cheeks had dusted with embarrassment, the only one able to stick up for him without stuttering being Omega. You all lectured Crosshair until he apologised to the eldest brother in his signature fashion - thankfully now it was a joke that was shared between them both.

Now every time he would create a meal he would ask for someone to be there to taste along the way, knowing that just because his enhanced senses lead him towards picking up on every grain of flavour he would add, he didn’t want that to stop everyone else from having a decent meal.

His intentions were met with praise, knowing it wasn’t his intention to feed you all the bare minimum, so he would over compensate with portion sizes, you were a massive family as it was, he didn’t have to feel like he had to feed you all three times over. Wrecker wouldn’t complain, the more he could eat, the happier he was.

Hunter had blushed at your compliment, your use of his rank always making his hairs stand on end, it would always remind him of the intimate moments you would spend with him. Whether it were moments spent with his brothers or just himself, his rank slipping from your lips always excited him in ways he knew he should never have indulged - but with the war for them over, he found himself leaning into his enjoyments a lot more than usual.

But with you all in public, with Omega of all people, he had to bring himself almost to attention, his eyes looking away from yours, “… Thank you, Cyar’ika…” He mumbled, his blush darkening when you had kissed his cheek, grinning at him with adoration. He smiled at your soft giggle, placing a kiss on your temple before turning back to the stalls, Echo deciding to join him and Tech in looking for ingredients.

Crosshair snuck up behind you, his hand lightly tracing your waist as he looked down at your form, “You don’t need to lie to him.” He joked with a straight face, earning a laugh from you. “You can always tell me if you’re sad Cross, I know Echo’s not making the dinner tonight but-“

Your arms came around to hold his jaw, loving the feeling of his chuckle against your back, “Never, ram’ser.” You smiled, leaning up to place a kiss on his chin.

Your attentions turned towards the group, Wrecker now holding Omega on his shoulder, snacking on some of the crackers Echo had bought before you got here whilst getting scolded that they might fill themselves up.

“Y’know… we could sneak back to house without anyone noticing,” Crosshair whispered in your ear, his arms coming underneath your stomach and alleviating some weight, “I could rub your legs… your back,” he began to list, lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear. His voice sent tingles through your thighs and to your core, a pleasant shiver rolling down your back, “And after I’ve given you a massage I could help you relax…” he purred, his fingers comfortably rubbing circles along your belly.

You wanted nothing more than to see Crosshair looking up at you from between your legs, to feel his hands over your body once again.

Since becoming pregnant, all your boys made sure to treat you like the most delicate gems, looking out for your every need no matter what the situation. In the fleeting moments of intimacy you shared with them, they were all incredibly gentle and soft, showering you with constant compliments and praises, paying close attention to your changing body - especially Wrecker.

The thoughts enveloped your thinking entirely, biting your lip with a cheeky smirk, looking at Crosshair from your peripheral. “We’ve probably got… 2 minutes before they realise I’m missing.” You grinned, the sniper matching your mischievous glint, “Well then we better not waste them.” You covered your mouth when a giggle fell from your lips, Crosshair kissing at your neck as he began to direct you back in the direction of your shared house.

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Thank you for reading!

Sorry for the incredibly rushed ending - like mentioned at the top, this had zero plot when going into it, it was very much writing as the ideas come into fruition 🤣

Hunter

Hunter tends towards sporadic one night stands with other soldiers, whether within the GAR itself or with insurgents. He tends to hold himself apart from civilians and is the least likely to seek out a permanent partner on puropose. He feels more comfortable with someone who can understand where he's coming from. As Eldest Daughter coded and leader he also holds himself apart from the rest of the Batch and tends not to share partners with them as often. It has happened for comfort, for Tech once and another time via Crosshair’s incessant needling. This last experience was intense and disturbing to him and though he would never admit it, he kinda wishes it would happen again. Hunter knows he and Crosshair butt heads most often but he also knows this is makes him a better leader. The sex was similar.

I headcanon Hunter as less interested in powerplay and more into just getting on with sex. But sharing a partner with Crosshair brought out something different in him. It was like being a cadet again and competing, showing his brother up, showing the world he deserved to be leader, showing his partner who was boss. At one point it was like the partner between them was another practice dummy, just a tool to show off who could give them the most orgasms, who fucked better and harder. The smell of lovejuices and cum seemed to linger on Hunter's face for days, the same way that fucking a body braced against another he could trust, Crosshair.

It was disturbingly good.

He has since avoided the experience because he doesn’t want it to interfere with missions but most of all, because he fears he could get addicted to it.

Tech

Tech was a virgin the longest both because social interactions tend to go over his head and because he's watched too much porn and kind of built up the experience in his head and was afraid to try it. Since he is in charge of downloading media for the whole Batch he is aware of everyone’s nastiest preferences as far as porn goes. And that means he's had the most resources to explore his own.

Tech's the one most likely to have hentai tentacle fantasies and a wish list of toys he'd liked to use on a partner AND himself. He's the most likely to try out pegging because he's the one with the diagram of the human male body. He just... hasn't got around to trying it yet.

His experiences have been mostly sharing a partner with one or more of his brothers because they ease the social part of it for him. His first time was probably that time with Hunter because he needed backup. He may have tried it out with Wrecker and one of his regulars maybe once but he and Crosshair, as close mouthed and prickly as they both can be, will discuss fantasies and favorite positions and past encounters fairly extensively. He wouldn't be adversed to trying it out with one of Crosshair's conquests if prompted. Though he is unlikely to suggest it himself. Maybe has had ONE hired experience after scavanging what little credits the stupid Republic sees fit to give the clones when and if they do. This was because he wanted to try it on his own without having to worry about the social aspect of it. It was most probably a weird alien with fancy genitals, as a treat.

Wrecker

Wrecker has had few but repeat flings usually with civilians cause he craves the novelty of someone outside the GAR. Usually in the 79s but is not adversed towards a fling while on a mission. He has regulars because he is both affectionate and hungry for the affection. Enthusiastic and eager to try things partners suggest. Among his brothers, he's also probably the one with the best attitude towards sex. He is capable of laughing it off when things don't go as planned and is loud about his preferences while eagerly listening to his partner's.

However, he likes showing off both his brothers and partners so he's the most likely to be pushy about sharing like, "Leela that hot Twi'lek with the blue tattoos, man you should try her out!" or "Can I have a go with your zabrak next?" He is well-intentioned and has not a mean-bone in his body so he just doesn't get why any of his brothers wouldn't wanna share a good time.

Wrecker would be the most likely to have a civilian sweetheart on purpose as opposed to Hunter who is liable to fall into an intense relationship without realizing he just did that.

Crosshair

Crosshair's the main character for the fic. Has probably had the most experiences out of the Batch, mostly one night stands, mostly civilians cause he doesnt' like the Regs and other soldiers make him antsy buuuuuut, his reputation as a player is often misunderstood. Don't get me wrong, he's an asshole, but he's an asshole for very particular reasons. He actually tends to one night stands because he dislikes fucking up and facing his partner after, so he, unlike Wrecker doesn't have regulars, mostly out of a fear of attachment and embarrassment.

I do love the fanon agreement that this man has the highest libido in the Batch and wholey embrace it and support it.

His first experience was probably during a mission and it went down badly, as things do when you are perfectionistic, unapologetic and unwilling to ask for help. Since then pride, if nothing else, have urged him to keep trying until he got it right, both for himself and his partner. This man is liable to eat you out and fuck you until you can't stand it anymore.

He is also unwarrantedly competitive so once he got the hang of it, he proceeded to rub the Regs' faces in the fact that one needn't be a conversationalist to get the best tail in the 79s. Amongst his many toxic traits is that he picks partners less for his own preference and more because of how good they'll make him look. He has therefore had more experiences with women, especially alien ones. I headcanon that given the GAR is mostly human males, getting it on with girls has a bit of prestige to it.

He shares fairly often with his brothers but it's less out of the kindness of his heart and more a desire to show them up. The partner he shared with Hunter was probably someone he procured for them in an attempt to show Hunter he could get better chicks than him. But he also probably hurt his own feelings by putting himself in a position to watch his brother give a prized partner as many orgasms as he did.

The most likely to be rabidly jealous but also the most likely to do things to provoke his own jealousy. If he ever had a permanent partner he'd be the one suggesting they put on clothes he knows his brothers (or even Regs) like and then getting pissed off that say, Wrecker compliments them. He's also the one most likely to re-assert himself in violent, often destructive ways and then feel very shitty about it. The one most likely to tie up a partner, to indulge in gunplay he knows is dangerous, the one most likely to cause a fight just to feel the rush of makeup sex.

He needs someone to see through his bullshit and unfortunately very few people are willing to.

Your eyes widen as the door slides open, but you’re unable to do anything but stare. Even Crosshair pauses, hand tangled in your hair. His cock is pressing against the back of your tongue, drool sliding down your chin from being forced open for so long. You hold your breath in an attempt not to gag, hands grasping Crosshair’s thigh plates as you kneel in front of him. Your breasts are on full display, your shirt gone and your breastband down around your waist. 

“Got started without us?” Wrecker complains, stepping down into the barracks.

“She started it.” Crosshair says, pulling you off his cock. You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs. “Could hardly keep her off me.” 

Crosshair lets go of your hair as Hunter grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “I don’t doubt that.” He says, stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth. His gloves taste like metal and blaster residue. “Needy little thing.” 

You close your lips around Hunter’s fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits. 

“What do you think?” He asks, turning to Tech. 

Tech looks up from his datapad, watching you suck on Hunter’s fingers. “Plan 33 would suit best in this situation.” 

You pause again, looking up between Hunter and Tech. 

“I like Plan 33.” Wrecker says. 

“You like every plan.” Crosshair says. 

“Plan 33 it is.” Hunter says, pulling his fingers free of your mouth. He lifts you up off your knees, turning you and bending you over the table. 

Tech is already there waiting, grabbing your wrists with one hand and tugging them towards the other side of the table, forcing you flat against it. He makes quick work with the rope, securing your wrists together before securing it under the table, keeping your arms outstretched. He slips a finger under the rope around your wrists, ensuring it’s not too tight before disappearing behind you. 

The cool air of the barracks hits your damp pussy as your pants are tugged off and tossed somewhere off to the side. Hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal your slick folds to the room. 

“Already so wet and we haven’t even touched you yet.” Hunter says. “Our little whore.” 

You let out a quiet whimper, shifting on your feet at the sound of codpieces hitting the floor. 

“You’ve been a good girl lately.” Hunter says, dragging his fingers through your folds. “You can choose who goes first.” 

You rest your cheek against the cool table, thinking. Wrecker is an immediate no. You’ve taken him first before, and though it’s bearable, you’d prefer some prep first. Crosshair would finish the fastest since you had already worked him up, but he’s the roughest. Hunter is your usual first choice in these situations. 

“Tech.” You say, tugging lightly at the ropes. “I want Tech first.” 

It’s quiet as bodies shift behind you. Long fingers grip your ass, thumbs pulling your lips apart. It’s Tech alright, you can tell by his touch. You could tell them apart with your eyes closed, by touch or by dick, hell even by lips. 

The head of a cock drags through your pussy, gathering some of your wetness. You let out a quiet sound, body tingling in anticipation. You’ve been wet since Crosshair glanced your way, knowing what was coming. You had arrived not long ago, and had yet to celebrate your brief shore leave and another set of successful missions. 

Your pussy burns a bit as Tech presses his cock into you, your body fighting the intrusion after getting no warm up, not even a finger. You breathe deeply, relaxing your body as he presses into your tight hole. His hands hold your hips, steadying you and himself as he sinks further into you, your body slowly opening to him. 

He begins slowly rocking his hips, sinking his cock completely into you. Small moans leave your lips as he uses you, his grip tight on your hips. You can do nothing but lay there as he fucks you, taking what he wants from your body. The position offers you no relief, your hips just far enough from the table you can’t even get any pressure against your clit as Tech thrusts into you. 

They did that on purpose. 

The sound of his hips smacking against your ass is loud as he fucks you, his groans mixing with your moans like some symphony of pleasure. You squeeze around him, doing what little you can to help him along, and to also attempt to get yourself off. This isn’t about your pleasure, you know that. You’ll cum when they want you to. Anything other than that is a bonus for you. 

Tech cums with a groan as you squeeze tight around him, spurting his release inside you. You groan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, tugging at your restraints but there’s no give to them. 

Tech pulls out of you, stepping back. The others groan as his release begins to drip from your pussy, the warm seed sliding down your slit. 

“Who’s next?” Crosshair asks. 

“Hunter.” You say, shifting on your feet to try and alleviate the ache starting to blossom in your stomach where the edge of the table digs in. 

You go still as the head of a cock drags through your messy folds, brushing over your neglected clit. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, still a stretch even after taking Tech’s cock. Hunter slides a hand down your back, fingers trailing your spine. Goosebumps form on your skin as he grips the back of your neck, bracing his other hand on the table at your side. 

He draws his hips back just slightly before snapping them back against yours. You let out a yelp at the force of it, rougher than he usually is. He snaps his hips against yours repeatedly, your body jerking against the table with every movement. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot deep within you with every thrust, your pussy clenching tight around him. 

Your first orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, a high pitched cry leaving your lips as you spasm around him. Hunter groans as he spills into you, his own orgasm washing over him. You moan at the sensation of being filled again, pussy clenching as he pulls himself free of you. The spasms from the aftershock of your orgasm forces his cum out of you, mixing it with Tech’s. 

“Crosshair.” You gasp, pussy clenching in an attempt to hold it in. 

You yelp as a hand smacks against your ass cheek, the sound cracking through the room. That’s going to hurt later. Crosshair maneuvers your body, propping one leg up on the table, spreading you open further for him. It forces you up onto your toes on the other leg, muscles already trembling. 

He wastes no time slipping into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. You let out a groan, hands tugging at the restraints but they don’t give. His hands fall to your hips, gripping them so tightly you’ll likely have bruises there tomorrow. He sets a brutal pace, picking up where Hunter left off. His thrusts are short and sharp, forcing your body against the table as he uses you. 

Despite his roughness you can already feel another orgasm building, the new angle allowing your clit to press against the edge of the table with every thrust. You shake as you get closer and closer to the edge, drawing him closer with every spasm of your walls. He was already worked up, his cock twitching inside you as he chases the high he was denied thanks to the arrival of the others. 

He cums with a groan, hands squeezing your sides almost painfully as he spills into you. You tremble, close to your own orgasm but you’re denied it as he stops moving, yanking himself free as soon as he’s spent. 

You gulp in anticipation, pussy throbbing as you wait for the inevitable. You’re well prepared, slick from your own juices and the releases of the others. You’ve been stretched open at least a little, prepared as much as you can be in this situation. 

A big hand lowers your leg back onto the floor, taking the stress off the other. You’re still shaking and sore, but nowhere near where you’ll be once he’s finished. His fingers drag through your folds, collecting the cum seeping out of you before pressing it back into your pussy. You moan as his fingers stretch you open, pussy clenching around them in anticipation. 

His hand is gentle on your back as he pulls his fingers free, the wide head of his cock pressing against your hole. You relax your body, breathing deeply as he presses inside, stretching you open. It still burns, even after taking three cocks before him. 

Wrecker pushes his way into your pussy, forcing your body to stretch to accommodate his large size. You’re whining and moaning by the time he’s seated inside you, pussy already fluttering around him. He reaches so deep inside you, hitting every spot on the way. Your hands clench into fists as he rocks into you, movements slow and shallow as he fights your body’s attempts to clench around him. 

You’re sweating, face sticking to the table as Wrecker fucks you, wrists getting sore from being held in such an awkward position for so long. You won’t last much longer, and you know Wrecker won’t either. He’s usually the fastest to cum, be it from your tight pussy or just from any stimulation. 

His grip is gentle on you, always afraid of hurting you. He could crush your bones easily, but he holds you so delicately, even as he practically spears you open on his cock. 

There’s no helping that. 

You let out a high pitched cry as your orgasm suddenly hits you like a speeder, your legs shaking as you spasm around him. Wrecker groans, loud and deep, thrown into his own orgasm thanks to yours. He cums inside you, adding to the mess leaking out around his cock. You feel messy, full of their cum and coated in sweat. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tech is suddenly there, releasing your wrists with a couple tugs of rope. Wrecker catches you from sliding off the table, lifting you into his arms easily. You’re shaking and trembling and leaking cum still as he holds you. 

“Good girl.” Hunter says, stroking your damp hair from your forehead. “Always so good for us. How about a shower, huh? That sound good.” 

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. They never fail to take care of you, even after using you for their pleasure. 

Ragu list:

You had already read the files on each of them but there was always more to a person then heartless paperwork. Cody brought them and was excited to show you them. They were standing in line at attention when you walked up. You eyed each of them up and down letting your eyes trail over their muscle and various distinct features. You grabbed the cyborg known as Echo by the chin and titled his head back and forth so you could admire the implants letting him go and moved on to the next one, it was the first time you had ever seen a clone with corrective googles, Tech, you tried to stick you’re finger between the band and his head but it didn’t budge. Useful. Looking up at a big musclier clone, Wrecker, made you feel slightly uncomfortable you didn’t even know they could be made like that and wondered if everything about him was big. You poked the hardness of his arm, you let out a small hmph. The next one was doing his best to hide a very obvious grimace, Crosshair, you stared into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness staring back. This one was going to be annoying and a buzzkill. The next one was leader of the group, Hunter, being aware of his enhanced senses you very gently tilted his face to the side so you could get a good look at the skull tattoo on his face. Stepping away from them you put your hands behind your back. The thought of being stuck with five hot me for who knows how long made your heart in lower places skip a beat. Definitely going to have to get this out of my system first.

“What was that about?” Wrecker said looking at where you poked him.

“You boys are heading out with General Reaper to recover a lost Jedi artifact that would be very dangerous in sSeparatist hands,” Cody said with a small grin, “Maybe we’ll all go out for drinks when you get back. Good luck and try to have fun with them” he said to you before turning and leaving you with what was suppose to be the best squad for the job.

You stripped off the traditional black robes, much to their surprise and to expose the sleek armor underneath. You put your lightsabers in a side pocket and reached for your blaster holsters from the pack you left by Cody’s feet during the inspection. Two small blasters on your sides and a longer on your hip. You rolled up the robe up and shoved it in the pack, swinging it into place on your back letting it latch.

“Sergeant Hunter, prepare the ship for a run into the depths of the outter rim. Make sure we got enough of everything to be stranded for a couple weeks. Now if anyone needs me, I’m off to 79’s come get me when you’re done,” you said looking at the ship a few clicks away, “Also paint over that, where we’re going you don’t identifiable markings like that,” you said with a small whistle at the senator artwork they had done.

The big boy sighed but nodded. You sprinted off in the direction Cody headed and managed to catch up with him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rubbed your knuckles into his hair distressing it, his boys were of course watching and they were very aware of how much you liked to embarrass them.

You pointed at the nearest clone who was staring, “Keep staring and you’ll be next Boil.” All of the other clones put their heads down and didn’t want to be the next victim of your sisterly taunting.

“General,” Cody said maneuvering out of your hold, “What was that for,” he said fixing his hair and putting his helmet on so you couldn’t do it again.

“The squad you gave me looks like a bunch of sticks in the mud, you know how boring this assignment is going to be?” You said crossing your arms, “What am I suppose to do with a group of guys who look like they can’t have a good time?”

“Commanders Wolffe’s team has been pulled for assignment after their shore day today.”

“The pack is at 79’s?!”

“Oh no.”

“Come on let’s go,” you said yanking his arm practically out of his socket.

“Have to check in with General Kenobi first.”

“Master?!” Your face lit up.

You hummed temple rhymes as we entered the command room to find Obi looking over a data pad. When he heard your hum he turned around and his face light up. It had been a while since you trained under him but he was definitely fond of your unorthodox methods.

“It’s been awhile. Nice to see you’re still forgoing traditional entire.”

“More comfortable,” you chipped with a shrug, “not every tradition needs to be followed to the letter.”

“Just try not to get into much trouble this time.”

“She’s walking trouble,” Cody mumbled.

“Commander, have fun we can have this meeting when she ships out.”

“Wooot, let’s go cause trouble,” which got a major eye roll from Obi.

Cody ushered me towards the unsuspecting speeders tucked away in a corner, you always wondered how the clones snuck out time to time. You let out an audible laugh flinging your leg over it and starting it. There is no way the higher ups didn’t know these were here because they had the signature squadron colors on them it would definitely be hard to miss the bright orange, blue and green color amongst the white ships. You were surprised however they would turned a blind eye to it. You and Cody raced towards 79’s. Switching off the bike letting it drift to a stop and jumped off just as it stilled. Cody rolled his eyes, he knew it was his treat. We walked in to find the boys huddled in the back eating with fresh drinks.

“Loose Lips,” Wolffe grinned.

“She embarrassed me in front of all the boys already,” Cody said putting his hands up before sliding into their booth.

“I’ll grab us some drinks,” you said already walking off to the counter.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a boring place like this,” a shiny said his finger doing a circle in the air motioning to be on the only non clone on the premises.

“General, what can I get ya?” The bar tending clone said walking over.

“Just two drinks, managed to drag Mr. boring bones in during his shift,” I smiled watching the color drain from the shiny’s face, “because just like you, I’m a soldier who needs a night out,” you said grabbing the two drinks and winking at him.

“Darren giving you a rough time?” Wolffe said raising an eyebrow, at who was obviously one of his shinys.

“Nah, it was kind of cute. Definitely better than the last one,” chugging half the glass down in one go, “might be cuter after a couple of these,” you said spinning the liquid in the glass staring at the embarrassed trooper when you noticed the two grey stripes down his sleeve. Hmph, wonder what he did to earn that most clones didn’t have marks on their regular clothing.

“This time don’t leave your strays forgetting where they left their civvies. There are only so many half truths I can come up with,” Wolffe said rolling his eyes.

Somehow you were always getting in trouble with one of his men, they we’re different from the rest. While all clones basically looked alike, they definitely didn’t think alike and he usually always got the toughest and smartest ones.

You bashed your lashes at him in a joking manner, “I would do no such thing,” but everyone knew they was a lie.

After a few more drinks everyone was having fun, arm wrestling each other and seeing how long it took to wake up after a stun shot. Ironically you beat them all by being able to wake up with in a perfect four minutes even though they spent stunning each other for fun, but not surprisingly Wolffe was four minutes and eleven seconds and Cody in third place like always.

“One of these days I’ll best you for time.”

“Only in your dreams.”

“I’ll get us another round,” you said letting them jokingly bicker at each other.

Darren was still sitting at the counter drinking alone, you walked over to him out of curiosity, “why aren’t you with your brothers?”

“Ever been stuck in the barracks with your brothers for weeks on end? Sometimes quiet is the new sanity,” then it clicks with him you’re not a clone, “or stuck with anyone for that long,” he quickly added.

“I have and you’re right, I don’t know how I don’t smother them time to time. What are the stripes about?”

“I’m daring,” he said with annoyed coated laugh, “During training I never followed the regulation path so it’s just a reminder to think outside the lines.”

You looked over at the pack exchanging credits on what probably bets about how the night would end. Wolffe gave you a tiny thumbs up when none of them were looking. A little hmph escaped your mouth, wasn’t often they approved of your mischievous behavior. Slipped the bar tender a few extra credits, he laughed and nodded off towards the back room handing you two more drinks.

“Coming,” you purred to Darren as you got up.

“Just try to be quiet,” the bar tender whispered.

The gambling lounge tucked around the back was empty, the gambling tables mostly empty but for abandoned wagers left out. The shiny gulped down his drink, so you gulped down yours. You didn’t know why you found clones so attractive, maybe it the was the caramel eyes or perfect smiles.

He was breathing deeply trying to figure you out, his heart fluttering when he watched you down the drink. His heart raced faster when you stepped closer to him, you were staring up at him with a mischievous smile. Might have been his first time around a woman but you definitely peaked his interest.

You fiddled with his civvies, pulling off his gloves one at a time with your teeth and then removed his cap in one swoop exposing deep brown hair with some dyed grey streaks running threw it. Yep, you thought, definitely one of pack. Running your hand up his chest you could feel the race in his heart as the muscles underneath refused to hide anything. He helped by unfastening his shirt so his bare chest was exposed, letting you run your fingers up and down his chest. While clones weren’t born with the urge to reproduce, they definitely dance with a little a little bit of help. You slowly took off each of your blasters and holsters and set them down and kicking them away. You placed his hands on the straps of your legging, allowing him to set the pace if he wanted to take them off. You looked down definitely noting that it got his attention, that your certain favourite part was starting to bulge out. Before you gave him time to decide, you chose you didn’t need pants right now. You bought one of your legs up to his side, letting the other hold you up so you could slowly grind into that bulge. He run his fingers around your leg, feeling the hidden muscle underneath.

“Should we really be doing this General?” He said red glowing over his cheeks.

“Consider it an order if you want too,” you whispered in his ear feeling him fill out more under you.

You pulled him over to the sofa taking off his pants, leaving his bare legs and other things exposed. Slowly you took off the panties you were wearing and pushed him down onto the couch. Gently you played with his choobies watching his dick pulse with the sensation. A small moan escaped him, dragging your finger up you grabbed firmly around his member. You pumped it up and down with a tiny twist watch the euphoria spread across his face. His breathing hitched, he was getting close. How cute. You angled yourself above him and slammed yourself down on him as hard as you could. A loud ahhh escaped him with the new sensation, something warm and wet hugging him in all of the right places. You brought your mouth to his to muffle the moans escaping both of you as you bounced up and down him, he was definitely hard enough to make your walls twitch around his added girth. One of hands traced the back of your neck tickling your spine, you bit down on his lip gently but forcibly.

“General-“ he panted between kisses, “what’s that feeling-“

“Just enjoy it Trooper,” you purred kissing down his neck maybe biting a little to hard at the base of his neck. A little mark to give his brothers something to talk about.

His hands reached for your hips almost pleading to be pushed over what was probably a very short ledge. You could see the blissful tension in his face and feel his dick squirming in you. You teased him a little bit by slowing down, his nails dug into you causing you’re own warm fluid to kiss the tip of his dick. You started shaking, it’s been a while since you last came. He picked you up and laid you down on the gambling table, it was just the perfect height for him to be standing in front you where you could see his chest and face. You let out a small giggle, as he brought one your legs to his shoulders. You could feel him pressing deeper in you, he kissed your ankle and cupped your hips with both of his hands squeezing. You started to feeling more warmth gathering and your vagina squeezing around him.

“Harder” you panted squirming under him.

“Like this” he asked like he was asking for your approval as he pulled himself out and then slammed into your cervix.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he slammed into your cervix again a little hard this time.

We’re both were to busy feeling each other when Tech walked in to the trooper to cumming in you “General” he said panting while digging into my hips, his eyes looking at you in wonder.

As much as you kept wanting to stare at his beauty, your head leaned back to see a shocked expression and horrified on Tech face, “Took you boys long enough,” I squeaked in between the convulsions of the orgasms, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Excuse me,” Tech staring down promptly at his data pad and backing out.

You heard a muffled “I warned you,” from the other side of the door.

You looked back up to see the mortified look on the troopers face who was just starting to go soft inside you, you leaned up very carefully to touch his face, “Hey don’t sweat it,” you said gently pulling him out and nibbled on his ear lobe, “when I get back I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed one of the old towels and put it inbetween my legs for the cum to dripped onto.

“Why are you waiting for them?” He asked his warm composure coming back.

“A trip to the outter rim to retrieve an ancient Jedi artifact.”

“I’m going get dressed, before someone else walks in. CT-9732 when you get back,” he said leaning down and kissing you again, slightly getting better each time.

Your eyes trailed the forms of his body, the muscle and curvature of the definition. It almost made you want him to take again before leaving. You sighed and finished sitting forward for the rest of the cum to noisily drip out. You stood up holding the towel under you making sure it was done, and it was. You rolled up the towel and hide it under the table. The trooper gave you one more look with a huge blush a crossed his face, before leaving. You couldn’t remember the last time someone blushed over you like that. You fastened your armor back on so you could face the awaiting embarrassment outside of the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened; at least it wasn’t Obi. You plastered a dumb smile on your face and found your way back to where Cody and Wolffe were waiting.

“I told you he wouldn’t mark her, hand over the credits.”

“He’s definitely… different,” you said accidentally letting a small blush appear across your face and you’re voice was almost dreamy.

Wolffe handed the credits back to Cody, “told ya.”

“Regs,” Crosshair scowled walking over looking at who your choice was with the rest of the batch. His eyes beamed down at you, trying to pierce you with his anger and… something carnal.

“We’ll go out for drinks and maybe some drunk racing when I get back, you boys take care and tell Obi I said good luck on Mistori.”

“How did you-“ Cody said, “Right.”

I laughed, “Alright come on boys let’s get out of here.”

Tech didn’t even look at me, his face was glued to his datapad very obviously trying hide embarrassment? It was almost kind of cute. Thinking about it, you wondered if Hunter could smell the hormones and sex on you. It kind of made you a little turned on thinking about it. Tech was unfortunately the tour guide of the Marauder, never once looking at you, but showed you where the bunks were and the room they cleared out for you not knowing exactly what a female or Jedi needs.

“I think we need to talk about the Bantha in the room,” you said stepping infront of him.

“It’s a natural biological need, although I was unaware that the Regs could feel such a need because it wasn’t something we were designed to do. It was definitely data I did not need nor a position I needed to see my commanding officer in.”

“I’m going to trapped here with a bunch of guys for week, you do have to admit it was the best option at the time.”

“That… Yes actually was for the best,” he said looking up but not quiet looking at me either, “I would however use the refresher and get cleaned up. If I can still smell it on you, Hunter most definitely can.”

That was hot. “Yeah, point me in the direct.”

He lead me to a small room with, “be quick”, he said practically shoving my inside and shutting the door.

tech:

tech??? a flirt??? more likely than you’d think

it blindsides the boys bc like everyone else that meets the genius, they think he’ll be a shy, bumbling fool when trying to impress someone

but he ends up being a smooth motherfucker who uses some random study that says “eight hugs a day is recommended to keep the mind and body healthy” to get you to cuddle in bed longer or to stop doing something that isn’t holding your boys

”how many hugs have you today?” “um…” “unacceptable. to be safe, we’re starting the count over” you were close to eight but since you couldn’t recount them when he asked, he takes it as zero (even if he knows he was at least two of the day’s recommended hugs)

they’ll never admit it but the others are extremely grateful bc his tactic works every time

echo:

echo gets cold much easier than anyone else in the group for obvious reasons, but hates to make it known

you were quick to catch on to his shivering in the few nights he would let you sleep next to him during brief breaks & decided to do something to help: get him a heated blanket

during a brief refuel stop on coruscant, you made your way into the shopping district and bought him a 501st blue heated blanket that had considerable weight to it. not enough to smother him, but just enough to feel like he’s wrapped in a hug

the heating and ventilation system in the marauder went kaput in hyperspace which turned the ship into a flying icebox. echo was already an icicle on the best days, but this level of cold would be almost unbearable for him

the boys had commed you to let you know the situation & that they were a couple hours out

you cranked the blanket to the next highest setting and let it warm up before they got there, and made sure to have some food ready for all five of them

an echo-shaped blanket burrito was carried through your front door by wrecker, the others trailing behind the hulk of a soldier like lost tookas

wrecker knew to bring echo to your bed where you wrapped him in the new blanket, waiting until you knew it was warm before sliding all but two blankets out from underneath the heated one

before leaving him be, you smoothed out his brow with your thumb and kissed his forehead gently, careful to not wake him

when he finally woke up, he wrapped you in the biggest hug he possibly could with a smile that nearly overtook the rest of his face

wrecker:

wrecker would be the most obvious when missing you, more open with his emotions than the others (which doesn’t say much, i know)

he’ll be the one in the middle of a mission talking about how comfy your bed is and how much he misses your cooking

absolute cuddle bug. no one even comes close to his strong need to constantly have some sort of physical contact with you

he keeps an arm slung around you at nearly all times, whether it be around your shoulder or your waist he’s always wanting to hold you

if one of the others has themselves wrapped around you, he’ll resort to having a hand in your back pocket or even a couple fingers hooked into your belt loop

the grumpiest and poutiest wrecker is the one not around you

crosshair:

crosshair quickly becomes a food critic whose ratings seem quite biased toward the cook

he would praise every dish you made not just bc the rations were depressingly bland, but bc you make everything with love and the intention of taking care of your boys.

crosshair is the most likely to shoot a bitch for just a bite of your cooking (he’s most likely to shoot a bitch period but that’s beside the point)

so you started cooking in bulk and freezing it so they can have a taste of home when they’re half a galaxy away

since each one has different preferences when it comes to some ingredients (crosshair loathes corn while hunter enjoys extra), you always put their names or draw their symbols on the top so they don’t get mixed up

when you draw a crosshair for him you always put a heart in the center of it and it makes him smile every time, especially when he lifts the foil top and sees the secret note you always leave him

he’s nonchalantly checked the others’ containers and doesn’t find a note for them, and to him it makes him feel special that there’s something solely his in the universe, no matter how trivial it may seem

hunter:

speaking of the word “home”

hunter’s the first one to use it out of the four of them

he’s giving a pre-mission of what they need to do and casually says “the quicker we get this done, the quicker we get home”

crosshair calls him on it and hunter tries to say he didn’t say that but tech recorded it and he very clearly said-

there wasn’t anything wrong with hunter saying it, it just came as a shock bc the only “homes” they knew were kamino (terrible first experience) and the havoc marauder (not terrible but i hey were just alone together 24/7, they get on each other’s nerves sometimes)

but then they met you, and you turned their world topsy-turvy. suddenly they have someone that sees them as people & is so absolutely genuine that it makes them ache when they suddenly remember “hey, there’s this person i would do anything for and apparently they’d do the same for me, holy shit”

the first time they saw photos of themselves hanging in your apartment, it caught them off guard. it wasn’t a grand gesture that required a lot of fanfare, it wars a simple thing you did to have pieces of them be with you when they’re worlds away

plus, there’s no way you can be sad when looking at a picture of wrecker using a disgruntled crosshair as weights