“Kriiiiiff….I thought that briefing would never end!!” I groaned out my complaint as I flopped onto the bunk I had claimed for the night. I stretched out with a sigh as my head rested on the firm, but not unpleasant, pillow. I heard a familiar pair of footsteps walk over to my bunk accompanied by a familiar heavy sigh. “Yeah. I hate these late night briefings, to tell you the truth.” Hunter huffed as he sat beside me on the edge of the bunk. He glanced down at me, giving me a weary smile. “You look comfortable.”
I tucked my hands behind my head, shimmying a little to get even more comfy, at least as comfy as I could on the clone bunk I was occupying. Clone bunks weren’t exactly designed for comfort or softness, they were merely a means to sleep safely without rough terrain digging into your spine. After years of sleeping on the standard bunks though, one does get accustomed. So accustomed in fact, normal soft mattresses or cushions felt foreign, if not utterly sinful. The last time Hunter and I were undercover at a noble’s villa, we were given a lavish room to stay the nights we were there. For three of those nights, my sergeant could not sleep on the bed. Instead, he opted for the lounge chaise that was near the indoor fountain. He claimed that the padding was firmer and more easy to tolerate.
Though he was never one for softness and such things, I believed whole heartedly that he deserved some luxury and nice things.
Hunter reached down and gently brushed a lock of my black hair away from my face. He rested the palm of his hand against my cheek, gently caressing my face. He was exhausted, but that didn’t dim the affection that swept across his tatted face as he looked down at me. “You should get some sleep, sweetheart.” he said softly, his gruff tone laced with weariness. I sat up and situated myself so I was sitting next to him. Hunter was still clad in his armor, having not been able to find a moment to change. I patted his pauldron. “Here, let me help with this.”
Not having the energy to argue, he nodded and stood up. Both of us worked expertly on the clasps and what not that kept his armor in place. Carefully placing the pieces of his armor in a reachable pile near the bunk, he was soon relieved of his armor, leaving him only in his black bodyglove. Hunter rolled his shoulders and neck, groaning when a few cricks crackled, granting him relief. He settled back down onto the bunk and I situated myself behind him, resting my hands on his broad shoulders. I started gently rubbing his shoulders, massaging his tight muscles. He grunted when I located a knot. “You store a lot of stress here, don’t you?” I ghosted my fingers over the area between his shoulder blades. He shivered as he nodded. “Not exactly intentional.” he gruffed.
“I know,” I said as I worked the knot, knowing what method worked best on his body to relieve that stress. As I worked, I could hear Hunter’s stifled, breathy moans of relief as his stress melted away.
Once I had finished, I patted his shoulder. “You can lie down if you want.”
Hunter looked over his shoulder at me. “Where’re you gonna sleep?”
“Just lie down first,” I urged. He blinked, unsure about what I meant but did so. With a grunt, he laid down on his back, letting out a breathy “Uhnf…” as he got comfy.
As he relaxed, I grabbed a few of the spare blankets that were folded on one of the unoccupied bunks and hurried over back to Hunter.
“What are you-”
Before he could finish, I unfurled the blankets, laid down on top of him, and covered the both of us in the blankets. Hunter snorted out a chuckle as I nuzzled and rubbed my cheek against his chest, the sensation of the fabric soothing me. His relaxed pecs were soft against my cheek as I rested my head on his chest, the best pillows in my opinion. Once I got comfy, Hunter wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head. “I could get used to this,” he told me and he inhaled and exhaled a deep breath.
After a few minutes, Hunter dozed off, I could tell by how his breathing evened out and how he started snoring softly. I smiled as my own eyelids grew heavy, eventually closing too.
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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: Awkwardness, cringe, general Echo mischief, smut!!!, crosshair actually has feelings.
Echo 🤝 the Suriel
Mama Echo lives for spilling the tea.... enjoy babessss
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“So…” You clapped your hands together standing awkwardly in the galley walkway, “What did you want to talk about?” You felt your insides tinge with awkwardness.
“You shouldn’t be standing.” Tech pointed at your bandaged feet.
Duh. “I know that…” You scoffed and shuffled over to the dining table to sit on the bench next to Crosshair. Instead, his arm shot out grabbing you, bringing you down into his lap with a squeak.
“Vod.” Hunter chastised. Crosshair settled you comfortably.
“What?” He bent down running his nose over the shell of your ear, “The lady needed a seat.”
“We’re supposed to be talking about this.” Hunter sighed rubbing his temple.
Crosshair was thoroughly enjoying this dress you had. If he was king of the universe he’d write it into law to keep you in outfits like this all the time.
You had tried your best to tie it back like Taryn had once you got out of the shower hoping you wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone. Not that Crosshair would mind apparently.
“Then talk vod.” Crosshair sassed keeping a possessive hand on your bare thigh.
You raised a brow feeling the cringe vibrate in your body. Crosshair sensed you tensing up and started rubbing little circles into your thigh to comfort you.
“Sarge?” Wrecker raised a brow at Hunter’s warming cheeks as the eldest of them shuddered back and forth trying to find the right words.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Hunter groused, “Obviously things like this aren’t supposed to happen… and we um… probably should clear the air to know how everyone is feeling…” He was trying to sound as clinical as possible.
“Good job bud.” Echo gave Hunter a thumbs up from the copilot seat.
“Y/N how about you start.” Hunter coughed and crossed his arms. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling the cringe.
“Start with that? Can Tech go first?” You looked at him then the others.
“Fine.” Hunter looked to his goggled brother, “Tech starts.”
The Pilot pushed up his goggles, “I guess I’m just trying to decipher if this was a series of unfortunate events or something that was bound to happen eventually. As we have not ever had a female, or an omega with us before I have no data to compare it to. But if I were making a hypothetical observation based on my own observations, the way Y/N’s eyes are currently dilated and her skin flushing, she’s interested in relations with Crosshair… at least from what I can tell.”
You visibly tensed and Crosshair wrapped his arm around your chest how hauling you into his front. Damn Tech for airing out your business like that.
“Is that correct?” Hunter asked with a glint of hope in his eyes.
“I-I uhh.” You shot Tech a look before shaking your head, “I don’t know. I know this is like, soooo against basically every rule the GAR has, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…clearly.”
“Interested in all of us?” Wrecker asked with longing eyes.
“It would appear so…” You couldn’t deny what your hindbrain wanted in the throws of heat, but it didn’t make the embarrassment any softer.
“Do you feel like this was something you wanted to happen?” Hunter asked dying to know the answer. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel like shit the second he was coming out of the rut. Like they had taken advantage of you, “or were you just reacting to the heat…”
You chewed your lip suddenly feeling ultra vulnerable, Crosshair gave you an encouraging squeeze, “Truthfully, I think it was both.” You were heating up now, “I mean, I think the heat took over and made the decision for me, but I guess I’ve always had those thoughts.” You whispered the last part wishing this whole awkward conversation would be over.
Echo must have taken pity on you, or felt the undeniable urge to stir the pot because he cleared this throat and spoke up, “Well, as fabulously as Hunter is handling this. I have to let Tiny know that I know for a fact these four idiots have been pining for you since you joined the unit.”
You quirked your head. What?…no.
“If Hunter hadn’t laid down the “no touch” law in the start, these nerf herders would have been at each other’s throats nine months ago.” Echo raised a brow and pointed an accusatory finger at Hunter, “Sarge over here can’t help but sniff you every time you walk by. Like a fucking blood hound and panics like a mother hen every time you're out of sight. He also looses his damn mind every time another male is mentioned in regard to you. That one…”
He pointed to Tech, “I’ve caught him reviewing cam footage of you two talking before just so he can look at your face. He also keeps a pin up of a look alike he stole from 501st under his mattress.”
Then he looks at Wrecker, “I’ve had to listen to Wrecker moaning your name while rubbing one out when he thinks I’m asleep.” The giant gasped turning beet red, “And him… he’s a certified panty snatcher!” He narrowed in on Crosshair who had the audacity to look smug, “and on quarterlies I know he only picks omegas that hold an uncanny resemblance to little miss Pip over here.”
Suddenly you didn’t feel half as mortified as you did before, now that everyone got aired out.
“You’re the reason why I can’t find any fucking panties?!” You screeched turning sideways to yell at Crosshair, “I thought the laundry machine was swallowing them up! I made Tech take the damn thing apart!”
Then there was yelling…
“Echo what the fuck!” “Why didn’t you say anything!” “Oh my god all this damn time?” “What did I say about the fucking panties?” “Wrecker took a pair too!” “Did not!” “I can’t believe this.” “You literally said not to do anything!” “I cannot fathom how I’m the only one who didn’t know about the panties.” “Euegh! I cannot believe this.” “Well I liked her first!” “No, Wrecker you didn’t!” “How the hell could you have known that?” “You said you liked her from just seeing her photo.” “It was a good photo!”
You just stared at Echo with a flummoxed expression while he smirked as the chaos unfolded before him. The younger brothers yelled as Hunter melted into the durasteel wall rubbing his temples with stress. Clearly this wasn’t going how sergeant thought it would.
You sat there in total shock. Sure, you’d had fleeting thoughts about the boys. Who wouldn’t. You’re a young beautiful omega in your prime surrounded by some of the most gorgeous fit alphas in the entire known universe, those kind of thoughts were bound to happen. But you were also a professional, and tried to keep those feelings to yourself.
But you wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t beyond flattering to know they each had fantasized about you as well…
“Okay, hold up!” You raised a hand silencing the arguing clones standing up from Crosshair’s lap and standing in the center of the room, “How long has this been going on?” You had to adjust the red fabric to keep your legs semi covered.
They just blinked at you then at each other. You put your hands on your hips waiting for someone to answer.
“Since I saw your picture.” Wrecker said sheepishly, “And then when you first treated that stab wound on Corellia.”
That was your first mission with them…
“Christophsis.” Tech states.
“Christophsis?” You were trying to recall that assignment.
Tech gave you a tiny smile and his neck reddened, “You had to emergency fly the marauder and pick us up from that base.”
“You liked that?” You smirked.
He nodded, “I didn’t know you knew how to fly.”
“Hmm.” You crossed your arms and pointed to Crosshair, “Spill.”
He gruffed. Feelings aren’t his forte.
“I don’t know Ad’ika it just happened.” He said defensively.
“Thats not what I remember.” Wrecker poked at him, “You said you wanted her after you walked in on her in the fresher that one time.”
You gawked. You remembered that day it still haunted you.
You were mortified, you had just finished up your shower and turned off the water when Crosshair barged into the room not realizing you were in there. He got quite the eye full. You just squeaked and grabbed your towel, covering yourself. He had silently turned on his heel and left, leaving you to die from embarrassment in pained silence.
Luckily he never spoke about it ever again and you were thankfully able to move past it. Yo didn’t think he had cared one bit.
You then turned to Hunter, “And you, Sarge?”
He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms looking down at his boots, “It was before we officially met actually.”
You furrowed your brows.
“We were there when you treated Echo after Sako Minor. You were still with the 501st and we had decided to help in the mission to retrieve him. You were too busy working but I remember seeing you and scenting you before you disappeared into the triage. I’ve never smelled an omega like you before. It stuck with me. When your file came to us I knew I had to approve it.” He sounded a little embarrassed, you were sure because he thought it was a bit selfish.
You smiled, “You remembered me?”
He nodded, “Couldn’t ever forget a woman like you Cyra’ika. Wanted to paint you on the side of the ship.”
“Still can.” Wrecker chuckled.
“Okay then explain Kashyyyk.” You pointed at Crosshair, “And I still want an apology. That was fucked up.”
“They were so jealous Adi’ka.” Echo laughed in earnest now crossing his arms and letting the chuckles spill, “Thought you were fucking Wolfee!”
“I wasn’t!” You screamed. How many times were you going to have to say that!
“Sure seemed like it.” Crosshair accused.
“Nuh uh. Apologize.” You crossed your arms over your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts. Crosshair zeroed in on your cleavage and swallowed thickly.
“Crosshair never apologizes.” Tech sighed.
“Well, he’s gonna start now.” You pointed a finger into the ground.
The sniper narrowed his eyes challengingly which you just matched his scowl, “Hunter apologized.” You said walking over to Hunter and leaning into him. The sergeant looped an arm around your middle rubbing your bare ribcage.
“Wrecker gave me his rations, and Tech fixed my data pad.” You tapped your fingers against your arms.
Crosshair took a deep breath trying to still himself. He wasn’t going to crack so easily, but you knew there was one way you could get through to the alpha.
“Fine. Don’t wanna talk?” You drawled spinning around facing Hunter, “Then you only get to watch from here on out…until you apologize.” You brought your hand up to Hunter’s cheek and guided his mouth down to yours for a deep wanton kiss. You whimpered bending your leg into him showing off how high the slits went to the rest of the room.
You heard Echo let out a low whistle.
Hunter ran his hands up your sides making a show of it, knowing it was driving Crosshair insane. He knew how badly Crosshair wanted you. Hunter’s hands slid south cupping your ass giving it a good squeeze.
When Hunter had found Crosshair’s panty stash and he knew his little brother was down bad.
You moaned into sarge’s mouth and carded your hands through his luscious hair. You gave the strands at the base of his neck a tug and he growled bending down to pick up your thighs and wrap them around his waist.
“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” Echo asked amused.
“Later.” You said breaking away from Hunter’s eager lips.
“We got time.” He smiled before diving back in to capture your mouth and start to walk the two of you into the bunks.
You giggled as Hunter threw you down onto the plush cot with a bounce before climbing on top of you. You happily wriggled under him seeking out his soft lips again.
“You’re evil.” Hunter whispered into your ear.
“You have no idea.” You whispered back grabbing at his blacks.
“Is this actually happening?” Wrecker asked following the two of you in.
“She did express her interest, Wrecker.” Tech said standing in the doorway, “But this seems to be more about torturing Crosshair than anything else.”
“You okay with this Mesh’la?” Hunter asked looking down at you.
“Yes sir.” You watched his iris’ dilate at the use of title.
The he was on you like a feral nexu. His teeth instantly went to your neck barely missing your gland making you scream. You heard the others shedding their armor as Hunter brought his nimble hands to your core and rubbing sensually through your dampening folds. You weren’t nearly as wet as you were during the heat, but Hunter was satisfied when he pushed a finger in stretching your still slightly sore cunt finding you dripping wet.
You moaned pathetically rocking your hips down wanting more. He added another finger making you squirm.
“You ready Adi’ka? He rubbed your clit making you whine. You nodded desperate to be filled. He kissed you once more time before grabbing your hips and lifting you so your dripping core was perfectly angled at Tech.
“Take him like a good little omega.” Hunter stood up from the cot to start slowly taking off his armor watching you spread your legs even further for Tech. The pilot knelt down on the cot in between your legs leaning over to give you a kiss. He seemed a little stiff at first but when you started grinding down on his codpiece with your soaked cunt, you felt him start to get a little more explorative with his tongue as he deepened the kiss.
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Echo smirked, “You should probably bite the bullet and apologize.”
He was loving watching Crosshair be miserable hearing your fucked out cries as his brothers pleasured you.
He just grunted willing his jealousy down.
“She’s as stubborn as a bantha. She can hold out forever. One time fives thought it would be funny to dump ice water on her during her shower, she didn’t talk to him for three weeks and made sure his sutures were extra painful when he came into her office.”
He was in shock, he raised brow suddenly realizing that that time of Kashyyyk could have been more much worse if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances.
“Oh yeah.” Echo laughed at the memory, “Made him scrub her quarters for a week as an apology. Little thing has a hidden talent for torture.”
You let out a particularly pornographic moan that made Crosshair hard and cranky.
Crosshair grunted and stood up deciding he would rather just swallow his pride then to watch his brothers have you over and over again for however long you decided to duel out his punishment.
“I literally save her ass and this is what she wants from me…” Crosshair shook his head heading to the back of the ship, “omegas…”
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He turned the corner to stand in the door way arms crossed. He chewed on his toothpick a little too hard once seeing the glorious site in front of him. You were spread out on your back still in that sinful scrap of fabric dress taking Tech in your soaked cunt while you sucked Wrecker into your throat. Hunter leaned against the wall watching his younger vod fuck you dumb.
“Can’t take the heat?” Hunter eyed Crosshair.
Tech rubbed at your clit making you arch into the cot while he pounded you. You came with a scream forcing Tech into cumming from how hard you tightened around him. He groaned pumping white ropes into your throbbing cunt gripping your hips with his strong hands.
He pulled out with a squelch letting you roll onto your hands and knees keeping Wrecker in your mouth skillfully.
From Hunter and Crosshair’s view they could see your glistening thighs and milky cunt leaking with Tech’s spend. You briefly took your mouth off Wrecker stroking him with your hand while you looked back over your shoulder to see their lusty gazes. You arched prettily showing off while returning back to give Wrecker your full attention.
“Kriff.” Crosshair cursed. You knew exactly what you were doing. Echo was right, you weren’t shy in the slightest nor afraid to torture a man.
Crosshair looked psychically pained that he couldn’t touch you, while Hunter didn’t hesitate to slot in behind you, filling you with his hard cock. You moaned taking your sergeant while still stroking Wrecker. You leaned down to suck one of his balls into your mouth making him whine and fist your hair.
“Such a good girl Mesh’la.” Hunter praised bringing his hand down across your ass cheek with a sharp snap. You yelped then moaned at the burning sensation. You knew you’d have Hunter’s hand print on your ass for a few hours and that made you giddy. He grabbed onto your hips and rocked into you with intention, fisting the red fabric for leverage he shoved you further onto Wrecker.
Feeling your second orgasm simmering, you reached down to circle your nerves making you twitch and quiver around Hunter.
“Gonna cum Mesh’la.” Wrecker bit out thrusting slightly into your waiting mouth. You sucked his tip extra hard while he poured his seed down your throat. You swallowed diligently and licked him up before letting him go. He slumped back against the wall and you collapsed onto your chest presenting your ass so perfectly for Hunter.
Sarge leaned forwards grabbing the back of your neck pinning you to the cot.
When you turned your head to look at Crosshair, you could tell he was standing uncomfortably with his codpiece restricting him. The look was subtle, but you could see the yearning in his eyes.
It was the same desire he had when you had shot that pirate with firepuncher. It was a hot and heady look. You knew you were close to cracking him so you decided to turn it up a notch.
You reached behind you to grab at Hunter’s wrists but he just manhandled them behind you securing them to your lower back, “take it omega!” he growled, pounding into you mercilessly.
You mewled and widened your knees giving your back more of an arch so he could hit even deeper. You both cried out at the change of position.
“Good girl.”
The you made fierce eye contact with Crosshair and ave him a mischievous wink, “Alpha… please!”
They were suddenly filled with the deep primal urge to please you. You haven’t used your omega voice since Howzer, and even it made you shiver, just like the boys around you.
They were on you like flies.
Tech and Wrecker shoving each other around trying to get to you. Competing for who would make you cum first.
You watched Crosshair approach but manage to somehow stop himself just a few feet away remembering your punishment could be so much worse if he were to disobey your wishes.
You knew it was paining him not to answer your cry… It was payback. You smiled wolfishly as Hunter took you to pound town to finish the job.
Wrecker used his strength to shove Tech away to slide under your spread thighs to lick at your clit a suckle gently coaxing you to your end.
You screamed baring down on Wrecker’s face as your pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave with such ferocity.
You shivered and convulsed as Hunter gave you his last few pumps before filling you with his cum. He leaned forwards biting into your shoulder again careful not to hit the gland as he came down from his high. Clearly your enchanting command had turned on his hindbrain too Hunter was actively fighting off the urges to mate. He must be extra sensitive due to his special abilities.
You quivered around his softening cock feeling the afterglow tingles from the mock bite dissipate from the junction of your neck.
You almost collapsed onto Wrecker but Hunter was holding on tight trying to quell his desire to actually bite you. Fucking without the implants was proving to be dangerous he realized. He nuzzled the back of your neck trying to keep his incisors in check but not ready to let you go quite yet.
“You want help with that Cross?” You looked down at his crotch. He swallowed thickly. “You know what you need to do…” You smirked sitting up letting Hunter slide out of you.
He sighed, “Fine, but not in front of them.” He grumbled making you smile.
“You heard him.” You said readjusting your dress to cover yourself again. The others just left with a grin slapping Crosshair on the shoulder as they stumbled out, feeling the blood rush back to their heads.
“Go on.” You crossed your arms calming your heart.
“You’re neglecting your real talents.” He sighed leaning against the wall, “Should be working for the Guard in interrogation and torture tactics.”
You raised a brow.
“Ugh.” He looked up at the ceiling before turning his attention to you, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my voice to command you like that, and I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the best apology, but you knew that was probably more than anything anyone has ever probably received from the prickly sniper.
“Apology accepted.” You smiled, “On one condition… You give me back my panties.”
He laughed, “Fine. But you’ll have to raid Wrecker’s drawer too.”
“Come here.” You ordered.
He walked over to you as you stood up still being dwarfed by the tall soldier, “Promise you’ll never do that to me ever again. You cannot take my freewill from me.”
He sighed feeling the guilt in his chest, “I promise ad’ika.”
You nodded and brought your hands up to his cheeks forcing him to look at you before you leaned up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. He deepened the kiss lowering his head to your height.
“I want you Crosshair.” You whispered breaking the kiss, “I wanted you the second I saw you in that temple.”
He growled backing you up into the cot, “You looked so good holding firepuncher. Looked even better killing that man.”
You hummed, “You liked that huh?”
He nodded, “Oh yes, ad’ika.” He snaked his arm around your neck to fist your hair and expose your neck to him, “My omega is fierce.” He ran his incisors over your pulse point where his brother had left his mark making you shiver.
“Your omega?” You were breathless.
He hummed approvingly, “Mine.” He snarled launching you down to the cot. You landed with a yelp as he crowded you into the jumbled mattress.
“This damn dress.” He shook his head taking it all in before yanking down your top to reveal your breasts and hardened nippled. He leaned forwards latching onto one and massaging the other as he nudged your legs apart, “Was gonna take you on that temple floor. M’didn’t wanna wait.” He switched sides giving equal attention to the other breast.
You whined thinking about that heated look he gave you when the pirate had dropped cold. You knew if the city wasn’t under siege he would have made good on his word and that sent a powerful thrill through your entire being. You carded your fingers through his silver hair massaging his nape making him moan.
“So perfect ad’ika.” He praised pushing the dress slit to the side to reveal your ruined thighs. He smirked seeing the mess his brother had made of you.
You chewed your lip as he shoved his blacks down revealing his massive cock. It was definitely longer than the others and veiny like Wreckers. You spread your legs letting him see the cum leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch and drip with precum.
The past 48 hours without you had nearly driven him nearly to insanity, but looking down at you now, he finally felt like he could relax and enjoy you how he wanted.
Knowing you had already been warmed up, he gripped your thighs placing your ankles on either side of his head and pushed forwards sliding into you with ease. You cried out being stretched again as Cross filled you to the brim. He brushed up against your cervix making you squirm and mewl.
“Such a good girl.” He smiled flashing his incisors, “Taking all of your alphas so well…like you were made for us.” He thrust hard watching you bounce up and down on his cock. He reached forwards grabbing your tits and massaging them as he continued his precision thrusts.
“Ah-Crosshair!” You whined grappling for purchase and gripping onto his thighs.
He rocked the two of you steadily, “Wanted to kill all those fucking people for taking you from us.” He was getting more aggressive in his movements, “Never letting you go ever again ad’ika.” He reached down parting your thighs to rub circles on your clit. He felt you begin to flutter around him, “Gonna kill anyone who tries.”
“Promise?” You looked up at him with a wicked grin.
He mimicked your exact expression feeling a bolt of energy run through him, “Promise, sweetheart.” You were going to be the death of him.
He felt you tense up and knew you were about to cum. He kept going until you were arching off the bed moaning like you were in heat again.
He leaned down to press desperate kisses to your plush lips as he too reached his high adding his seed to the mess between your thighs.
Once he stilled, he remained there inside you, pressing open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. You squeezed around him as you preened from his attentions.
“Have you made up now?” Tech asked turning into the doorway. Crosshair let out an exacerbated sigh rolling over, brining you with him as he pulled the sheet up over the two of you.
“Yes Tech.” You smiled laying your head down onto Crosshair’s thumping chest.
“Good.” Tech held up his data pad, “We have twelve more hours until we touch down on Coruscant. I think the others want to talk about the logistics of this rather unorthodox relationship.”
“Then tell them to come in here.” Crosshair petted the stray hairs on your head down and tucked loose strands behind your ear.
Tech left and returned with the others including Echo who seemed all too pleased with himself. What a little mischief maker.
“Alright.” Hunter seemed a lot less awkward now having a better idea of how you feel about this whole arrangement, “Obviously this is not allowed under GAR regulations.”
“When have we ever obeys orders?” Tech said.
“Never.” Hunter shook his head, “So, obviously this doesn’t leave here.” He gestured to the group, “When we return we’ll have to get fresh implants but when they ask what happened we tell them we crash landed. Pip went through an entire cycle locked in this room and the rest of us had to go trade with locals to get replacement parts.”
“They’ll smell the mixed scents in here.” Crosshair hugged you to his chest like a little doll.
“We’ll clean the entire ship before we touch down.” Tech answered.
“Freaking finally.” You said in relief knowing you’d have help this time.
“What about her?” Echo pointed to you, “She’s covered in bruises.”
“Pip encountered hostiles and fought them off, as for the bites we’ll use bacta and hope for the best.”
“You realize you won’t be able to act any different when we're not alone.” Echo reminded, “You can’t be territorial in any sense. If they even begin to pick up on that, you’ll be decommissioned or she’ll be transferred.”
They visibly tensed.
“I don’t think the GAR will think anything strange of us.” Tech reasoned, “We’ve always been unorthodox.”
“That does play to your advantage.” Echo nodded.
“Are you okay with this Echo?” You asked hoping your longest friend is emotionally alright with this whole thing.
“Oh yeah pip.” He smiled, “Just glad you idiots finally did something about this. The tension was palpable.”
“You’re a meddler you know that?” You laughed.
“Obviously.” He snarked, “How else am I supposed to entertain myself?”
“Okay everyone needs to get cleaned up and then we need to start scrubbing this entire vessel down ceiling to floor.” Hunter gave the orders, “Then we need to go back to being one big happy platonic family.”
You giggled.
“I think we can manage.” Tech slinked out of the room to hunt down the cleaning supplies.
“Can you carry me to the fresher?” You asked Crosshair who nodded and helped gather you up in his arms. The two of you walked to the fresher where he helped you out of the dress and into the stall where he turned the water to warm. You stood on wobbly legs letting the water wash away evidence of the boys. You started scrubbing yourself down when Crosshair joined you. It was bit of a squish but you two managed.
You grabbed the soap again and began washing Crosshair. He gave you an unsure look that made you realize he’s probably never had anyone take care of him like this before. Your heart shattered a bit as you made sure to get his hair all the way down his legs. You always had such sympathy for the clone soldiers. They were barely seen as human from the rest of the galaxy…but not to you. To you they were so much more.
When you were both clean, you stepped out wrapping a towel around yourself securing it before walking back into your old bunk. You had found an old uncomfortable binder you didn’t love and pulled that on, securing it to your breasts, then slid on a pair of panties that the pirates hadn’t raided, but that was it.
You made sure to throw the red dress into the washer along with all of the boys clothes leaving the entire ship in just their boxers and socks.
Everything else went into the wash including all the bunk sheets and what remained of your ransacked nest. You had whimpered seeing the state of it. All your hard work and comfort, destroyed. The boys made sure to take care of that mess so you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long.
Walking out into the main cabin you grabbed the cleaning supplies from Tech and started getting to work helping.
“Here, mesh’la.” Hunter knelt down to you popping a bacta pill into your mouth for the bruising along with the gel on your skin hoping that the few hours left on board the marauder they’d heal up a bit. You swallowed the pill and let Hunter smear the gel around your neck and ribs. He made sure to change your foot bandages and apply more bacta. Those cuts seem to be healing up nicely to both of your satisfaction.
“Damn girl.” Echo let out a low whistle, “Those uniforms are a crime for hiding all that.” He laughed making you scoff.
“Prefer the red dress trooper?” You play flirted back.
“If only I wasn’t 80% cyborg.” He winked at you.
You giggled going back to your cleaning helping Tech get the crevices you couldn’t reach.
~~~
You blew a piece of hair out of your face, “Alright Hunter how does it smell?”
He sniffed the air, “Sterile.” He cringed.
“Perfect.” Tech gave an approving nod.
“This ship has never been this clean.” Crosshair looked around at the shiny durasteel. They had cleaned every inch of this space craft, put all the bunks back together to regulation, and scrubbed the Mimban mud from their boots. The damn ship looked fresh off the line.
They had slipped their blacks and armor back on making sure those had been cleaned too. You slinked back into the red dress making sure to secure it to your chest binder hiding your nips better. You also kept the panties on, feeling slightly less vulnerable this time. Not having shoes was still drag. Hopefully you’d be able to get a new pair immediately.
You were trying to figure out how you were going to exit the hatch without turning heads. You realized that would probably be impossible given the circumstances.
“They’re going to ask questions.” You sighed taking a bite of Echo’s ration bar as you leaned against his console.
“Well, you definitely catch attention.” He laughed thumbing the fabric.
“I just want my shoes back.” You groaned, “Do you know how long it took me to break those in?”
“We’ll all have to get new civvies and blacks.” He reminded, “Do you still have that stash at your place?”
“I think so. I don’t have any of Crosshairs though.” You gave the sniper an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and went back to cleaning firepuncher.
“My favorite band t-shirts are gone.” Wrecker whined. You knew show special all their things were to them. And you knew it was hard for them to come by certain items. They didn’t get paid for their service to the republic so clones rarely had personal belongings. A fact that also made your blood boil.
“I’ll get you a replacement one, honey.” You smiled. It made Wrecker light up.
“Think you can finesse those good meals from the medic center?” Echo begged, “I’m craving tip-yip.”
“Yeah, I’ll get Layla to drop some off when we touch down.”
“Now thats a fox.” Echo smirked taking another bite of the bland bar.
“I’ll tell her you said so.”
He leaned back in his chair, “She into cyborgs?”
“I think Layla’s into everyone.” You played.
“She had Rex’s boys down bad.” Echo laughed recalling the way they couldn’t shut up about the pretty omega nurse on board Skywalker’s Venator.
“Oh yeah. She had Kix on his knees.” You giggles remembering the way she had him blushing like a virgin in the exam room. Echo laughed.
“We should get her to do a pin up for the boys!” You suggested.
“Now thats a plan!” Echo bit his lip.
“When are we getting a pin up of you sweetheart?” Crosshair interjected.
“Yeah I want one of those!” Wrecker pounded the table sending Crosshair’s stuff flying.
“In your dreams boys!” You shook your head.
They groaned in protest.
“I still think we should paint you on the hull.” Wrecker pouted.
“I second that.” Tech voted.
“We’re leaving hyperspace, strap in.” Echo tapped your knee making you stand up from the console, you walked over to your jump seat settling in.
The others prepared for the sudden stop.
“On approach.” Tech masterfully steered the ship down towards Coruscant’s surface approaching the GAR docking bay.
Once cleared, the Marauder was set down gently in an open maintenance stall.
“Havoc Marauder to service bay, requesting immediate repair.” Tech radioed in.
“Havoc Marauder are you alright?” The service bay clone asked.
“Our ship crashed on return to Coruscant, we obtained replacement parts but we need a full service to ensure optimal performance.” Tech informed.
“Noted. We’ll be sending down mechanics and replacement parts shortly please stand by.”
“Where’s my med kit?” You suddenly asked looking around at the near empty ship.
“Stolen.” Hunter shrugged.
“Dammit.” You sighed, “Chief’s gonna rip me a new one.”
“That might be the least of our problems.” Tech pointed out the view port.
As the service team arrived with new engine parts and mechanic droids, General Kenobi and General Skywalker approached with the Coruscant guard in tow.
“Kark.” You sighed. You all were cooked.
“You wanna go talk to your old General?” Echo nudged you.
“He was your general too!” You shoved him back.
“Yeah but you’re prettier!” Echo shoved you to the hatch hitting the disengage, “He’ll be easier on you.”
You were about to protest when Hunter took the lead stepping down the hatch deciding to just get this conversation out of the way.
“Generals.” He greeted. The other 99’s marched down the stairs leaving you and Echo to watch from the ship’s view port.
“Sergeant Hunter.” They greeted.
“Can I help you sir?” You looked to the Coruscant Guard. Their crimson uniforms stood out against the starkness of the hangar bay, “My men have had been through an exhausting ordeal and we’d like to get everything in order before returning to the barracks for some much needed rest.”
“We were sent by the chancellor to escort you.” General Kenobi said, “He has heard about Kashyyyk and has been eagerly awaiting your return. We haven’t heard from you in two standard weeks.”
“We were shot down and crashed on Mimban sir.” Hunter sighed, “It took longer than expected to find repair parts.”
“Where is Tiny?” Skywalker asked, “I can sense her anxiety.”
“Uhh yeah.” Hunter looked back to the ship, “She’s in there. There was an incident sir.”
“An incident?” Skywalker’s brows furrowed.
“She’s alright. A little shook up. But we encountered hostiles who kidnapped her and took her back to their home city. We were able to retrieve her, but then pirates raided our ship and took all of our belongings.” He cleared his throat unsure how to explain the rest… “Pip?” He called. He could hear you sigh before he heard Echo shuffle behind you shoving you out of the hatch with a squeak.
You stumbled down the stairs trying your hardest to keep your modesty by holding the front and back panels of the dress together pathetically trying not to flash the men. You watched everyone shift uncomfortably seeing you. The head guard respectfully lowered his gaze while Skywalker gawked at you.
It didn’t help that the wind was trying to expose you like a cruel joke.
“What the fuck is that!” He was being protective again. You two had essentially grown up together. Anakin felt like an older brother to you and you knew he’d be upset.
“Language Anakin.” Kenobi sighed also keeping his gaze away and respectful.
“Hi, Generals.” You squeaked out feeling incredibly exposed.
“Do I want to know?” Anakin crossed his arms raising a brow.
You shook your head looking down at the ground wanting to die on the spot.
“Here little one.” Kenobi shed his outer robe handing it to you so you could cover up.
You gratefully took the brown fabric and bundled yourself up. The fabric pooled at your feet.
“Where are your shoes!” Anakin stared at your bandaged feet. His tone remarkably similar to when he’d reprimand Ashoka for something reckless.
“An old lady took them.” You responded softly. You heard Echo choke back a laugh in the background.
“An old-” He shook his head, “Every time I see you Tiny, it’s something new.”
You sighed knowing he was right.
“Sorry Anakin.” You snuggled into Kenobi’s robes a little tighter.
“It’s not your fault Y/N.” Obi wan gave Anakin with a stern look, “We’re glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you General.” You always liked the older man, he had such wisdom about him.
“We should get to the Chancellors office promptly, he’s eager to learn more about the chemical attack.” Kenobi nodded.
Hunter gestured for you to follow the Generals while the others followed in suit preparing to give their report. You just trotted behind Anakin trying to keep up with his long strides incredibly thankful for Obi wan’s robes.
“Told you he’d take it better from you.” Echo whispered in your ear.
“What about that seemed better to you?!” You whispered back.
“His shock at seeing you distracted him from asking about our short comings.” He smiled evil.
“Kark hole.” You growled lowly.
“Shut up, you love me.” He shoved you playfully.
You just scowled at him as your party arrived at the transport. Hunter held out a hand to help you climb into the ship and the guard guided you to a jump seat on the side while the men filed in holding onto the handle bars above.
You caught Skywalker eyeing you and you smiled sheepishly. The guard reached down to buckle you in but you stopped him, “I got it trooper.”
“Apologies ma’am.” He quickly stood up seemingly coming to his senses.
“No problem.” You have him a smile buckling in yourself.
Ugh you really need to get your implants in stat. That’s probably why Skywalker is giving you an incredulous look. You realized you probably reek of omega and it’s messing with everyone, probably himself too.
The transport lifted off and made a beeline for the Senate building. You shivered feeling the cold air rush past you. You had never been so grateful for an article of clothing in your entire life. Obi Wan’s robe was so soft and cozy.
You caught Tech checking in on you with a casual glance. You gave him a tiny nod as he went back to looking out the side of the ship at the city below.
“Prepare for docking.” The guard barked out over the engines.
The ship was quick to dock and you unbuckled, following everyone towards the building. This time, the head guard grabbed you by the waist and lifted you down from the ship setting you down on the concrete.
Your surprised squeak made your squad whip around to stare. Even the guard seemed shocked at his own actions.
You just patted his chest plate and continued on trying to prevent a scene. This better go quick or you were going to have a line of alphas trailing after you. You could feel your squad’s eyes burning holes into your back.
“Anything I should know about?” Skywalker bit out quietly into your ear.
“Nothing you want to know.” You replied, “Trust me.”
He growled urging you forward keeping a distance between you and the soldiers.
You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You wished the Generals had at least given you time to get a new uniform from the stock pile or something. Wearing Jedi robes over a crimson red dress was definitely something that caught looks.
Essentially every senator and Coruscant guard in passing turned to look and sniff. You just sighed wishing for this to be over and to crawl into your bed back home.
You wanted to tuck yourself into Hunter’s side for comfort, but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. Instead you stuck it through, all the way to the Chancellors office despite the incredibly awkward lift ride cramped inside with so many alphas.
“I think it’s probably better if you wait here Y/N.” Kenobi instructed you to sit on the bench outside the Chancellors office. Knowing he was right, given your inappropriate attire, seeing the Chancellor would be improper.
You were also thankful to not have to stand there and listen to the recount of the last three months you had just experienced.
The guard stood watch outside the chambers stoic as statues as they flanked the doors. However, the same soldier that had tried to buckle you in walked over to you with a confident stride.
“You were on Kashyyyk?” He asked.
You nodded.
“We heard about it through some of the radio chatter, what happened to those men?” He slid off his helmet, “I’m Thorne.” He held out his hand for you to shake. He was handsome. Clean cut to regulation, but you noticed his hair was a little curly on top. Must be a slight defect just like Rex you wondered.
You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah we were there. We were posted for three months on the front lines. The separatists dropped a chemical bomb that turned the entire camp feral. My squad was just out of range and we were able to get away. Tried to relay the message to the General on site, but we were shot down and ended up falling out of hyperspace onto Mimban.”
He looked shocked, “Mimban?”
You nodded, “Been a hell of a tour.”
“I bet.” He agreed.
“Have you heard what happened?” You wondered thinking about Wolffe and the others, “We were stranded for so long we haven’t been able to hear anything.”
“Let me ask the commander.” He spun around to wave over his head officer.
That was the clone that lifted you out of the transport.
“This is Fox.” Thorne introduced him, “Fox, this is Y/N.”
“Hi.” You gave him a polite smile.
“She was on Kashyyyk, she’s asking about the 104th.” Thorn filled him in.
“Last I heard they were okay. I guess your message got out and they were able to send in reinforcements.” Fox told you.
You let out a relived sigh, “Thank the maker.”
“They crash landed on Mimban.” Thorne added, “Sounds awful.”
“It was.”
“What’s with the get up?” Fox pointed to the red.
“An old lady took my clothes.” You kicked your bandaged feet out showing him the damage, “Pirates took the rest. Got kidnapped by a local war party and was held prisoner in an all women’s encampment. Apparently red is their favorite color.”
He let out a low whistle, “Can’t say I’d trade places with you.”
You huffed with a smile.
“You’re with the 99’s?” Thorn asked.
“Yeah.” You looked to the closed door wondering how it was going in there.
“You like them?” Fox asked.
Your eyes widened, “Oh uh, yeah. Took some warming up to, they’re not used to having outsiders.” Your heart pounded.
“Noticed you were close with General Skywalker.” Fox stated. What is this, twenty questions? You felt like you were in one of their interrogation chambers.
“I was his medic for majority of the war. Transferred after General Tano left the order.” You felt a pang of sadness hit your chest.
Fox just nodded. You knew about his involvement in the whole drama. You couldn’t blame him, he was just doing his job. However, Anakin didn’t see it that way. Poor alpha just wanted his padawan back. She was almost like a pup to him. It broke his heart.
“You ever leave here?” You asked looking around at this drab building.
“Hardly.” Thorn laughed clapping his commander on the back.
“Do you know when they’ll be done?” You asked, “I’d really like to get some real clothes and a hot meal.”
“Should be soon. I can have a droid bring up some basics for you.” Fox offered.
You thanked him and let him put the order in, thrilled to get out of this awful outfit. It wasn’t long before a service droid reappeared with women’s black basics and a pair of fresh off the line combat boots.
“Thank you!” You eagerly took the clothes and disappeared into the women’s facilities. When an ecstatic smile you locked yourself into a stall removing Kenobi’s robe and throwing it over the door along with the strip of red fabric. You slid on the loose pants, fastening them to your waist, along with the black form fitting top. You tucked in the shirt and slid the regulation belt through the loops. Last came the socks and the boots which you could have cried with joy finally having something on your feet again.
When you were done, you chucked the red fabric into the trash receptacle and neatly folded the Jedi robe. The shoes were stiff but you knew you’d have to break them in regardless. Stepping out of the facilities, the guards turned to watch you re-approach.
“Better?” Thorn gave you a charming smile.
“I feel human again. Thank you.” You smiled sitting down again and placing the robe in your lap, “My old commander had a defect, his hair was blonde.” You pointed to his head, “Yours as well?”
“All my batch mates have it.” Thorn nudged Fox, “Even Mr. Grumps over here.”
Fox grumbled. Grumpy he was…Probably came with the job.
“Show the pretty lady that handsome mug.” Thorne teased.
Fox took off his helmet resting it on his hip. He was handsome just like his batch mate except his hair wasn’t as curly at Thorne’s, it was more of a loose wave. He kept the sides cropped neatly but there was something so intriguing about this clone, and familiar…
You narrowed your eyes inspecting his face. He had a small red tattoo peeking out of his collar which you clocked immediately.
“I’ve treated you.” You stated gettin this full attention. You pointed to his tattoo.
“When?” He asked curiously. He clearly was riffling through all of this memories trying to place you.
“Start of the war.” You remembered, “GAR main medical campus. You came in after an injury on the job, a stab wound here.” You poked his upper thigh, “Run in with a bounty hunter and his knife.”
He looked down at you suddenly remembering you, “You were my nurse.”
You smiled, “Yeah, you’re an awful patient.” You and Thorne laughed. Fox scowled. You remembered him fighting you at every point in his recovery. It took the patience of a Jedi master to keep yourself collected. You were still new to the GAR and Fox had been one of your first solo patients.
You smirked remembering something else, “Then you railed my friend in the supply closet.”
Thorne clapped him on the back, “Atta boy.”
“She still talks about you.” You teased.
“Layla, was it?” He was getting more confident. You were starting to see the cockiness Layla had yapped about for weeks come forward. Said he was the best ride she ever had. Fox, apparently, was an extremely dominant alpha. Made Layla knot crazy for what felt like forever.
You hummed leaning back against the wall.
Just then the door opened and your squad came out, lead by the Jedi Generals. Fox and Thorne scrambled to put their helmets back on realizing they had gone against regulation… in the senate, while talking to you.
You stood up thanking Obi wan and placing his folded robe back into his hands.
“I’m glad they were able to retrieve some more comfortable clothing for you.” Kenobi said opening up his robes and sliding them back onto his shoulder.
“Me too General.” You replied. Turning to look at your squad, you picked out Hunter, “Sarge?”
“Yeah Y/N?”
“Are we clear to go home?” You were feeling weary desperately wanting sleep.
“Yeah pip, we are.”
You nodded suddenly feeling excited to curl up in your bed and stuff yourself with real food.
“Nuh uh.” Skywalker cut in urging the group to get moving, “We’re getting you to the medics first. You can veg out later.” He must have read your thoughts. That still freaked you out even after serving under him for years.
You sighed knowing there wasn’t any other choice once Anakin made up his mind. His brotherliness was stubborn.
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The ride to the ship hangar wasn’t long. You tried separating from the group to go have your exams taken care of but they all insisted on coming along. This included your squad, Anakin, and the guard.
“General I don’t think you’re allowed to steal the guard from the senate.” You growled feeling like you were being suffocated, “This is not necessary.” You waved a hand at the overly protective men.
“Actually Tiny I’ve decided it is.” Anakin crossed his arms, “You’re a ticking time bomb.”
You felt the anger rising in your chest, “Am not! This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with an expired implant. I’m fine!”
“Then us coming along shouldn’t be a problem.” He argued.
“Ugh!” You stormed off towards the medical personnel building, “You’re not even authorized to be in here!”
“It’s Jedi business!” He strode past you arrogantly.
“What?! You wanna be in there when they’re poking and prodding me too?” You chased after him, “What is it with you freaking alphas!”
“I’m just watching out for you.” Anakin sassed using that same old excuse for the millionth time.
“I don’t need you too!” You stopped and then swerved around to look at your unit who was trailing behind you like a death squad, “I know for a fact you all also need new implants too, and that is over there.” You pointed to the clone treatment center to the right of the medic’s clinic.
You wanted to scream. Why the hell are they acting like this? Anakin opened the blast door holding it so you could walk through.
“Y/N?”
Layla’s voice sounded a little worried as she peeked up from behind the desk.
“Hi Layla.” You groused.
“What’s wrong?” She stood up taking in unnecessary amount of alphas crowding into the space, “Are you okay?” Layla was getting suspicious.
“Yeah I’m fine.” You snarled, “These karking idiots wont leave me alone.”
“You’re overdue for your implant, want to go somewhere a little more private?” She eyed the men.
You nodded and took off down the hall to the exam table on the left.
Layla followed you in clutching her data pad, “What’s that all about? And why is Fox here?” He raised her brows. You noticed the excitement in Layla’s eyes at the thought of her old fling waiting just on the other side of the divider.
You began stripping from your blacks to put on a sterile gown.
“I don’t know.” You whispered, “But keep your voice down the sergeant can hear us.”
She just nodded.
“Do you need a full exam?” She asked looking at your neck.
“Yeah.” You replied, “I had a heat while stranded on Mimban.”
“You were on Mimbam?” She was confused.
You gave her a loose rendition of the story to fill her in. She just nodded picking up the pregnancy test holding it up for you like a question. You gave her a nod not wanting Hunter to hear a thing.
She put your legs up in the stirrups and began the exam testing for all kinds of things and injury. You just stared up at the ceiling as she did her job expertly without hurting you too much.
“I think thats why the General is concerned.” Layla whispered, “He probably knows what happened.”
“What worries me is he can read minds.” You whispered back letting Layla draw a bead of blood for the pregnancy test, “He started acting weird after the debrief.”
“But was it good?” She asked biting her lip with a mischievous smile.
You nodded, “It was insane.” You thought back to the last week feeling a jolt of arousal rush to your core thinking about the way the men had pleasured you.
“What is taking so long?” Anakin’s booming voice sounded from the other side of the curtain.
“Karking maker Anakin!” You screamed, “She’s literally digging around inside me, leave me alone!”
You heard a shuffling letting you know Anakin was leaving you two again.
Layla placed the various tests into the correct machines before grabbing her implant injector. Just like she had the last time, she plunged the tool into your shoulder injecting you with the pill.
“Should take a few hours to kick in.” She reminded, “As for everything else you’re clear. Healthy as a can be.” She silently held up the negative pregnancy test results. Thank the maker.
She uploaded the data to your profile before helping you down the table. You redressed and gathered yourself before stepping out into the hall. Layla pushed the curtain all the way back following behind you, “Make sure to eat something. You’re skinnier than last time I saw you.” She handed you a copy of the report.
“How much skinnier?” Anakin interrogated.
You grabbed the data pad and shoved it into his chest, “How about you just read it yourself since you’re so invested.”
He took the tablet from you and to his credit he did actually read it. You watched him scan for the answer he was so desperately looking for and when he saw the big fat NEGATIVE next to pregnancy test he let out a relived sigh.
Now you knew he knew, and this proved it. But you know Anakin, luckily he’d never tell a soul. Protective as he may be, he also knew not everything needs to be reported to the higher ups.
“Satisfied?” You snatched back the tablet handing it to Layla, “Can I be dismissed now, General?”
He just nodded, “You’re dismissed.”
Without another word you left the clinic leaving everyone behind.
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Bahaha Echo finally spilled that hot tea. Mama Echo lives for the chaos.
I wrote a long, angsty, multi-chapter Tech x Reader fic. Oops. I actually just sat down and starting writing this whole thing, like, y'know, a sicko.
It's based off of Queen's song '39, which is a sci-fi story about a man who goes into space for a year but, upon his return, discovers that 100 years have passed on earth, and his grandchildren are all grown and everyone he knew and loved in his life is gone.
So the premise is this:
You, once a Republic informant and a member of Clone Force 99 during the War, wake up in a completely different galaxy than the one you're used to. With the help of a Mandalorian and his little green kid, you try to find your way back to whatever is left of your squad, and the man you loved and were forced to leave behind. As you navigate this new galaxy around you, Tech must find a way to navigate the galaxy you left behind in the wake of your absence.
Relationships: Tech X Reader, Din Djarin & Reader, Tech & Phee, Tech, Crosshair, Reader & Original Female character
Tags: No use of (Y/N), Gender Neutral Reader (no gender identities are specified, though for the plot of the story reader is able to give birth), Reader's description is NOT specified, ANGST, Angst and honestly very little comfort, there is a conclusive resolve but not exactly a happy ending
Notes: Honestly, as much as I love em, I'm tired of Reader in Bad Batch fics always either being a Jedi or a medic, so in this story, Reader is a musician (totally self-serving for me seeing as I'm a musician, yes I know lol) that used said talents to get into clubs in order to extract sensitive information from Separatist patrons and act as an informant for the Republic. But it's not a major plot point. Honestly, this is more of a collection of events rather than a rolling plot anyways lol. Also, both Tech AND Reader are described as being neurodivergent in this fic!!
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Hey! I just wanted to give an update on the Lo-fi Hunter Animation! I'm still working on adding object to his desk and decor to the wall. Still debating on the to add to the outside of the window 🤔
But anyway this is going to take a while for it to take real form.
Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: We got some action, some canon typical violence, and a little angst. Shits about to get wild from here on out hold onto your pants. Hunter's growing breeding kink and Crosshair's riffle.
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"We’re literally never going to get shore leave," Wrecker groaned, picking up Gonky and putting the battery droid into the Marauder. It seemed like the repairmen were able to get all new parts installed overnight, leaving the Marauder in pristine condition.
"They didn’t tell you why we needed to go to Kamino?" Crosshair asked, busy reloading the armory with a new crate of weapons.
"No," Echo shook his head.
"Why do I need to come to Kamino?" You chirped, sipping on your to-go cup of caff and breakfast.
"Your presence was requested," Echo shrugged.
"I didn’t even think your creators knew about me," you pondered.
"It is strange," Tech responded from the cockpit. "They don’t usually like civilians in Tipoca City."
"Do you think it’s something bad?" You took a bite of your egg sandwich.
"There is no indication of such things, but who is to know really," Tech mused, adjusting the settings on the console to his liking.
"Let’s get a move on," Hunter ordered. "The faster we get there, the faster we can get back."
"Sounds good to me!" You slid off the crate and grabbed your brand new medic pack, double-checking all your requested supplies were in there, along with the backup supply in the ship’s storage.
You felt Tech start up the engines and ran to the front to strap in.
It wasn’t long before the Marauder was up in the air and zooming through hyperspace. It would be a few hours before you entered Kamino airspace, so you decided to busy yourself and study the way Crosshair cleaned Firepuncher.
Crosshair seemed to be enjoying your attention, making sure to show you all the nooks and crannies that are usually missed. He even let you take the little brush with the cleaning solution and do a few pieces yourself.
"Atta girl," he praised as you followed his instructions to a T.
You smiled, handing him back the tools. He reassembled the weapon, giving it one last pass with the cleansing cloth before oiling the moving mechanisms. He pulled out a hand wipe, cleaning the oil and blaster residue off his own fingers, before taking your hands and cleaning yours. He tossed away the dirtied wipe before taking your chin in his hands, plucking his toothpick from his lip, and tilting your face up to meet his. He bent down to press a loving kiss to your lips, making your cheeks heat.
He popped the pick back between his teeth and took Firepuncher with him to the cockpit. You shamelessly watched the lithe sniper saunter out of the room.
"He’s only like that with you," Hunter smirked at you.
"I doubt that," you sighed, cleaning up the dining table with a damp towel.
"I’m serious," he crossed his arms. "You’re good for him."
You rolled your eyes. "Hardly."
"He let you clean Firepuncher," Hunter smiled. "Safe to say you’re the only one he’s ever let do that."
"I’ll keep that in mind," you said, putting the rag into the dirty hamper.
"He’s never let anyone get close to him. I mean, none of us have really. We didn’t exactly have an easy upbringing," Hunter shared, trying to open up a bit more, but it was obvious it had hurt him too. "Crosshair is the youngest. He struggled the most with all the ostracization. I think it’s what made him so cold and severe, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. I noticed the way he changed slightly when you joined. Like how he started bringing you things when we were out."
"So he was the one leaving them on my cot?" You smiled, thinking back to all of the little trinkets, stones, or sweets.
"You’re getting through to him," Hunter said, standing up and walking over to you. "It’s more than we ever could have."
"He’s your brother," you sighed, looking down at Hunter’s lips.
“Exactly.” He whispered pressing forwards until your lips met. You purred into Hunter’s mouth feeling him bring one hand up to support your cheek as he kissed you passionately. He then deepened the kiss urging you to open your mouth slightly for his tongue to explore. You too explored, you wanted to memorize everything Hunter liked, well really what each alpha liked, but you decided you’d start with Hunter. You already knew Tech and Crosshair liked when you’d brat a little and that would end up in your submission to them. Hunter however, seemed a lot more like Wrecker in that he was mainly interested in your pleasure… but you were determined.
You ran your hands to the nape of his neck and massaged there feeling him moan into your mouth. Okay, nape, check. You smiled tugging him further down do you were laid out on the table with your legs wrapped around his waist while he bent over pinning you to the surface.
He surged forwards pushing his cod piece into your clothed core. You whined and squirmed against him feeling yourself get turned on by the weight at your apex.
You moved your hand from his name to around the front of his neck giving it an experimental squeeze. He gave you a soft warning growl which made you immediately continue your journey south. Okay no choking for him.
You hand your hands over his chest plate wishing you could feel the hard planes of his chest.
Hunter pulled back looking down at you with a suspicious smirk, “What are you going little one?”
You tried catching your breath and smiled back, “Nothing.”
“Hmm.” He eyed you before diving back in to capture your lips. When you leaned up to reciprocate, he snatched up your neck and slammed you back down to the table making your eyes widen in surprise. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt you but just enough that it made your stomach flip and your heart race… maybe he was more dominant than you gave the Sargent credit for.
“Are you… studying me?” He gave you a wolfish grin.
You swallowed looking up into his amber eyes, “Maybe…”
He grinned keeping you pinned to the table.
“Mesh’la…” He leaned down to lick at your gland under his thumb. You whined grinding down on his codpiece. He stood back up rubbing small circles into the gland making you writhe on the table, “You’re adorable little ‘mega.”
You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, absolutely destroying your panties. Maker you wanted him so badly.
“J-just want to know how to make you feel good.” You whimpered trying to get some kind of release for the tension thrumming through your entire system.
He sighed a laugh leaning over you again giving you some mercy by grinding into you. You moaned. Between the rubbing between your thighs and the stimulation to your mating gland, you were on the edge of cumming.
“Such a perfect little omega aren’t you?” He hummed watching you start to sweat. He could smell your slick and hear the way your heart hammered in your chest and he knew you were being edged, “Always so concerned with your alphas.”
You cried out grabbing at the wrist around your neck and using the heel of your boots to force him even closer to you. He chuckled at your attempts to buck harder into him.
“Do you want to cum pip?” He drawled.
“Yes sir.” You whimpered desperate for this torture to end.
“Well because you’ve been such a good girl,” He used his free hand to unbutton your pants and slide them inside towards your pulsing core. You nearly screamed when he finally started to rub tantalizing little circles into your aching clit.
“Cum omega.” He commanded.
You gasped feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm take over you. You arched up off the table pressing into him further. He only stopped stimulating your gland when you had finally worked through your orgasm.
He smiled down as he released your neck and buttoned up your pants.
“You feeling good, makes me feel good ‘mega.” He pushed his forehead into yours, “But if you want me to be more dominant like my brothers then we can do that too.”
You hummed, “I only want what you want Hunter, whatever feels right.”
He flashed his teeth at you again, growling, “What feels right… what feels right is me sinking my teeth right here little one.” He thumbed your glad again making you shudder, “as much as I want to totally loose myself, I know I can’t… You make me feel feral Ad’ika. You scent, it drives me wild.”
You starred up at him through your heavy eyes feeling your heart start to beat quickly again.
“You want to mate me Hunter?” You whispered seductively tilting your neck back so he could grip you again.
You watched his eyes dilate at your words, “fuck mesh’la.” He sighed and shook his head trying to snap himself out of it, “I want to pup you.” He admitted and pressed his other hand to your abdomen, “Fucking Layla got me thinking about it.” He massaged your belly imagining what you’d look like swollen with his pups.
You studied him… he seems to have quite the breeding kink, a mischievous smile crept up onto your lip, “boy or girl Hunter?”
“Hmm?” He looked up from your belly into your heady eyes.
“Boy or girl?” You repeated.
“Girl… definitely a girl.” He kissed you pressing you back down to the table.
“Is that why your hindbrain cut out my implant?” You giggled and squirmed under him, “You want to knock me up?”
“M’guess so.” He mumbled nuzzling your gland.
You just sighed in contentment enjoying the way he mouthed at your shoulder keeping a firm grip on your side.
“Better keep those fangs to yourself Hunter.” Tech groused passing by data pad in hand.
Serge sighed sitting up finally snapping out of the trance you had put him in.
“Sharing is caring.” Crosshair stepped into the hallway to tease his older brother.
“You’re gonna make him territorial.” You lulled your head to the side to look at the sniper.
Crosshair chuckled, “He’s always been territorial.”
“As are you.” Tech stepped into the doorway.
“Byproduct of being an alpha.” Crosshair flashed a fangy smile at you. You giggled sitting up making Hunter stand.
“I’m not territorial.” Tech looked up from his search.
You scoffed, “Oh yes you are.”
“What?” He was confused, “When have I displayed territorial tendencies.”
“When I first saw the 501st after joining you.” You pushed Hunter back so you could saunter over to Tech, “In 79’s, I saw that look in your eye when I danced with regs, and then when I almost drowned, you got your punches in. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” You smirked poking him in the chest plate.
“Is that considered territorial?” He looked up at his brothers.
“Sounds about right.” Hunter nodded. Crosshair agreed.
You smirked and crossed your arms, “Then you and Cross marked me up on Mimban. Had those women thinking I was in trouble.”
He widened his eyes realizing you were right.
“It would seem I do display territorial behavior.” He nodded, “I must look into this.” He walked off typing furiously into his data pad.
You just shook your head laughing and walked back to lean on the table.
“How much longer to Kamino?” Hunter asked Crosshair.
“Half an hour.”
“Alright, let’s get ready to doc.” Hunter ushered the two of you out and into the cockpit.
~~~
"Where are you taking me?" you asked the Kaminoan.
"We need your assistance in the medical wing. You're the only one with experience regarding the spice chemical compounds," she replied.
You glanced at Hunter, who gave you an approving nod. Swallowing nervously, you agreed to follow the female alien, feeling a little uneasy about leaving your pack with this unfamiliar woman. Looking back, you noticed they were still watching you as you disappeared down the hallway.
"What is your name?" the Kaminoan asked.
"Y/N Y/L/N," you responded, clutching the straps of your med pack, feeling a little like you were back in school.
All around you, shinies and cadets marched in perfect lines. Every few clones would break their focus to peer at you. You ignored them, following behind the Kaminoan called Nala Se.
As you neared the medical wing, you noticed a group of pacing soldiers in blue.
"Fives?" you called out to him. He looked at you, confused at first, before walking over to you.
"CT-5555," Nala Se nodded.
He nodded back before embracing you. You hugged him back, stepping up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Layla got your memo. Echo and I read it."
"Did Layla send you?" he whispered back before standing upright, "It’s been so long, kid. How are you doing?"
You scrunched your brow in confusion for a second before realizing he was prompting you to play along. "I’m doing fine. How’s Rex?"
"Eh, you know... as good as he was after Umbara," Fives said, sounding too cheerful for referring to THE Umbara siege. You nodded, understanding that Rex and the boys weren’t doing well and that there was some sort of conspiracy at play.
You double-tapped your arm, signaling a "no" in reference to his first question. "Oh, that’s great. I’ll have to spend some time with him when we’re back on rotation."
He flashed you a sign he and the boys used to let you know to stay quiet in tough situations. "I know he’ll love that. You were always his favorite civ."
"Hah," you smiled, giving another signal that you understood the mission. "Well, let the others know I’m sending my love."
"Of course, Tiny," he embraced you again and whispered, "Don’t trust the Kaminoans," before pulling back with a charming smile.
You smiled too, giving his arm a squeeze.
Nala Se continued on, and you followed after her, giving Fives one more glance before turning left and disappearing into the medical facility.
"Did you serve under CT-7567?" Nala Se asked while approaching her desk.
"Yes. I was a medic for the 501st before the 99’s," you replied, using your military-trained voice.
"They seem to like you," she remarked.
You didn’t know if she was trying to pry information out of you. The way she spoke seemed to indicate so. "I’m the only one not giving them orders and fixing their injuries. The position tends to make friends."
"Friends," she repeated, picking up her data pad. "After the incident on Crait, we’ve been trying to ascertain a sample of the same compound used. I was wondering if you could give me a recount of the events. Most of our clones have been altered to withstand almost all stressors, diseases, and injury. As I’m sure you’re well aware, they’re stronger than most natural-born humans. This is their design. It is a concern of ours to have this weakness in them. We wish to alter our work for future cloning and perhaps even develop a cure for the battlefield."
You sighed before crossing your arms and bringing back the information to the forefront of your mind. "Well, I didn’t know what happened until it was too late. Hu-uhh-CT-9901 later recounted the events that led to the dosing. There was already a Republic team researching the findings based on suspicious reconnaissance information. They went missing, and my unit went to retrieve them and their findings. I rarely leave the ship, so one second everything is fine, then the next…” You swallowed, trying to find the words to appropriately explain what occurred. “CT-9901 had incapacitated CT-1409 while trying to get to me. The drug affected his alpha instincts and rendered him feral. I had the implant, but due to his enhanced scent, he could still pick up on my pheromones, and then it was a struggle until I shot him. It was the only thing that was going to stop him. The others kept him tied up in the brig until it was all out of his system. It took almost a day."
"In the report, it said he had cut out your implant," Nala Se read through it.
"That is correct."
"Then you were able to get medical assistance aboard General Skywalker’s vessel."
"That is correct."
"Did CT-9901 have any lingering effects?" she asked.
"Not that I’m aware of," you shook your head.
"It’s not often we have a human female omega in this facility. Is it alright if I take some blood samples for testing purposes?"
You nodded, "Sure."
She sat you down on a chair before grabbing the injector site. She cleaned your arm before pressing the machine to your skin.
She took the samples and placed them in the care of a medic droid.
"Is there anything else I can assist with?" you asked, standing up and pressing a bandage to the small wound.
"Yes, actually. We had a clone recently turn on a Jedi and unfortunately kill her. We’re suspecting it was caused by this bioweapon altering his behavior."
You steeled the expression that was begging to come out on your face. You kept a neutral expression, but deep down, you knew it was deeper than this. The drug may make alphas become feral, but to kill a Jedi, that wasn’t adding up.
"He killed a Jedi?" you clarified.
"Yes," Nala Se wasn’t giving any more information.
Was that why she was asking about Hunter cutting you? You knew you were going to have to really guard your words from here on out.
She walked you over to the other side of her office before opening a door out onto a viewing platform. Below, seemed to be the training facilities that the clones had told you about from their teen years.
Down below, there was a single clone standing there and a medical droid. You watched the droid inject a crimson substance into the clone. He started to growl as the spice entered his system. You watched in abject horror as they experimented cruelly on this poor man. You bit your tongue, however. If Fives was right, you were being watched too, and you had to be so careful.
The man writhed and howled as he slipped into the hindbrain. His face contorted into something aggressive and frightening. Then the same droid that took your blood sample hovered down toward one of the barricades out of view of the clone, it dripped your blood onto the sterile surface, and suddenly the man whipped his head up like Hunter had. He made a direct beeline for your scent.
He was making soft cooing noises trying to lure out the omega he thought was there. When he turned the corner and found nothing but blood, he roared, touching the drop and bringing it to his nose. Then, like out of one of Kix’s favorite horror movies, the affected clone zeroed in on you and Nala Se on the viewing platform like Hunter when he’s tracking. He snarled and started running toward you, determined to climb up there.
Nala Se gave the order to have him sedated, and you watched the fighting clone collapse into stillness. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked to the Kaminoan.
"Was the Jedi an omega?" you deadpanned, still a little shocked from the demonstration.
Nala Se hesitated, “No.”
You nodded.
"We have requested you and your unit to assist us in finding more information about the origins of this research," she walked you out of the lab and back into the hallway where Fives had been, "Your group leader has already been briefed, but we wish to have you involved as you were there from the genesis of this issue."
"I will do my best," you swallowed nervously. You were hoping none of you would have to go near this ever again, but it seems it’s becoming the main focus of the GAR whether you like it or not.
~~~
When you entered the 99’s barracks, you were first hit with the smell. Ugh… unkempt alpha… you scrunched your nose and stepped inside.
"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, walking up to you, seeing the bandage.
"Yeah, they just wanted my blood," you brushed him off.
"What for?" Echo asked.
You shuffled nervously, "T-they’re running tests… on regs. It was horrible." You bit back tears, "They dosed a shiny and lured him around with my blood to see how feral he’d become. Right before he decided to come after me, they sedated him and took him away."
"They used you as bait?" Crosshair growled, plucking the pick from his mouth.
"No… I mean not really. Just my blood sample," you tried to console him.
"Why are they doing that?" Hunter asked.
"Nala Se said they’re trying to develop a cure for the drug. They wanted my blood since there's no omegas around here."
"That’s what they wanted you for?" Wrecker wondered.
"She wanted me to go over Crait again. I don’t know why. She wanted to know the specifics of Hunter cutting out my implant. She seemed interested."
"Interested?" Tech pondered, and you nodded, "Did she say anything else?"
"Just that we’re supposed to be going on another mission? She said you already were briefed," you looked to Hunter.
He reached a hand out to cup your cheek when the door whooshed open, and Fives came running inside. Hunter immediately retreated his hand to glare at the reg.
"Fives?" you quirked your head, "What are you doing here?"
"I tried finding you after I saw you, but Nala Se was alone. I knew you’d be here," he caught his breath.
"What’s wrong?" you asked, stepping toward him, intending a hand on his shoulder. You heard Crosshair make a warning growl, but you just threw him a look.
"I needed to talk to you without them watching."
"Okay," you nodded, pulling out a stool for him to sit on.
"Is this about Tup?" Echo asked, coming closer to sit.
"Yeah," Fives nodded, "Something is going on around here."
"Nala Se said he was drugged with the spice," you sat on the table, pushing Tech’s old scribbles to the side.
Fives shook his head, "No, he wasn’t drugged."
You cringed, "Wait so he killed the Jedi on his own?"
"Who killed a Jedi?" Hunter squawked.
"Tup," Echo shook his head.
"Why could a clone kill a Jedi? It’s literally impossible for us to even fathom that," Tech was confused. It goes against all of their programming.
"Were you there?" you asked.
Fives nodded, "We all were. I insisted I come back with him, he’s my brother ya know? Rex is distraught and Anakin doesn’t understand what the hell is going on. But I knew something was off when the Kaminoans started insisting it was the spice. Kix literally tested him for any substances and he cleared the test. Plus, if that was the case we’d all be rutting like crazy right now." He shook his head, "I don’t trust the Kaminoans, they’re hiding something."
"So what are you saying you think it is?" Tech asked.
"Kix thinks it’s stress-related," Fives shrugged.
"That’s not possible, that part of our brain was altered to not experience stress," Tech shook his head.
You scoffed, what a dream.
“That’s what Rex said,” Fives replied.
“Well, where is Tup now?” you asked.
“Sedated in one of the medical wards.”
“Sedated?”
"Yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about following orders or something like that," Fives shrugged. "Shaak Ti thinks he’s been brainwashed by seppies."
“Is that a possibility?” Hunter asked. "No one’s ever heard of that before."
“No, he was with us the entire time. He just snapped all of a sudden,” Fives sounded worried.
You put your hand on his, trying to comfort him. He just smiled sadly and sighed, “Kix says hi, by the way.”
“Is he here?” You asked, perking up.
“Yeah, but they have him working. A batch of shinies got pretty banged up on their first dispatch.”
“Typical,” you laughed, thinking about the nearly thousand times you’ve had to patch up the 501st boys, especially in the early days.
“I heard some pretty crazy stuff about you all,” he looked around. “Did you guys really crash land on Mimban?”
“Now, how did you hear about that?” You laughed.
“I have my sources,” he jested.
“Any chance your source is 5’3 and wears mini skirts?” You smirked.
“Now, how could you have possibly guessed that?” He mimicked you.
“Layla!” Tech said, like it was trivia.
“You know Layla?” Fives scrunched his nose.
“We were all on Ani’s Venator for a week, Fives!” You shook your head.
“Oh yeah!” Fives laughed. “When Sarge here put you into heat!”
You deflated. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“No problem,” he smiled.
“Layla baked us cookies!” Wrecker added.
“No! Tech and I made the cookies!” You pouted.
“Okay, fine, you made the cookies, but Layla was there,” Wrecker rolled his eyes.
“Ya’ll are hanging out without me, darlin’?” He playfully shoved you.
“Yup,” you smiled standing up, “And I found out Layla has a thing for ARC troopers.”
Fives scrunched his nose before turning to Echo, who looked smug.
“Like the good old days!” Five punched his batch mate Echo; just shoved him back playfully. “Cool place, by the way,” Fives waved around at the super messy barracks.
“Thanks,” the 99’s answered in unison.
Crosshair played with his toothpick. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” Crosshair drawled, clearly bored with the reg.
“Oh yeah,” Hunter nodded, standing up again, “We’re leaving for Kaller.”
“Kaller?” Fives stood up, grabbing his helmet. “Kriff is on Kaller?”
“Apparently, the origin point of the spice compound,” Tech informed.
“Am I coming?” You asked Hunter.
“Yeah, we’re definitely not leaving you here,” Hunter replied.
Fives gave you a little suggestive look, which you just rolled your eyes at.
“Let’s go before Nala Se wants all my blood,” you grabbed your med pack, slinging the straps over your shoulders.
“She took what?” Fives grabbed you by the shoulders.
“She took my blood,” you looked over to Echo, then back to Fives.
“What for?” He squeezed you a bit.
“She was running tests on shinies and the spice. She wanted my blood to test the efficacy of their symptoms.”
“They used her as bait,” Crosshair corrected.
“How much did she take?” Fives asked.
You shrugged. “Two vials.”
“She asked for you specifically?” Fives was starting to sound nervous.
“Fives, you’re scaring me,” you whined.
Hunter stepped in, separating the two of you, keeping you tucked into his side. “What are you saying?”
“Have any of you noticed how different she smells?” He gestured to you.
You narrowed your eyes, looking around at the others.
“She doesn’t smell like any omega I’ve ever been around,” Fives crossed his arms.
“Is that a bad thing?” You asked quietly.
“No,” everyone said in unison.
“Why would the Kaminoans want Pip’s blood?” Tech asked.
“I don’t know,” Fives shrugged. “But Kaminoans don’t do anything without a purpose. She’s unique. For what reason, I don’t know. But I’m guessing it has something to do with this spice stuff.”
“All the more reason to get her far away from here,” Hunter said.
“I’m fine with that,” you were thrilled to get off this waterlogged planet. You looked to Fives. “Are you staying here?”
“I can’t let the others handle this on their own, Rex’s orders,” he shrugged. “As much as Kaller sounds like so much fun,” he was being sarcastic.
“We’ll catch up later, brother,” Echo clapped Fives on the shoulder before opening the door to the hallway.
“When you’re back on rotation, you owe me a night at 79’s!” Fives fitted his helmet back on and started off in the direction of the medical wing.
“Sounds like a plan!” Echo yelled after him.
“So, Kaller?” You asked, feeling a little trepidation.
“Shaak Ti informed us that the council needs us to infiltrate a secret base on Kaller to retrieve the research on this mystery drug. I know you’re probably worried about getting involved in this again, but I don’t know what else we can do,” Hunter sighed, knowing this topic was still sore for the both of you.
“It’s fine, Hunter,” you nodded, “My anxiety about this drug is nothing compared to the damage it does, which is far more important to stop.”
You got flashes back to that poor clone under its insidious influence. This had to be stopped.
“Pip obviously is going nowhere near that drug and risk getting exposed,” Tech asserted. The others agreed.
“But what about you guys?” You worried as you all made it to the docking bay. “What do we do if you get exposed?”
“We lock ourselves up in the brig,” Crosshair pointed out, “Just like we did with Hunter, until it wears out. The side effects are much worse for an omega than an alpha.”
You shivered, remembering the sharp pain of Hunter’s blade in your shoulder.
“Okay,” you acquiesced. It’s not like you could go against orders anyway. No matter how scared you might be.
“Kaller here we come!” Wrecker laughed.
~~~
“This planet is soooo… cold,” you sighed, shivering as the hatch opened. Tech had found a cave in the side of an icy mountain where he landed the Marauder, keeping it out of sight and out of the elements.
You ran back inside to grab the GAR-issued snow coat lined with nexu fur. You pulled it on and zipped it all the way up to your chin.
“How are you not cold?” You jumped up and down, trying to warm up.
“Genetics,” Tech leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Behave, alright?”
You chewed your lip. “If I feel like it.”
“Omega,” he warned, turning you around and pushing you into Crosshair. “Behave.”
You huffed before snuggling into the sniper. “You heard Tech. Be a good girl until we get back.”
“Okay,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled, melding his lips with yours.
“Bye Pip!” Wrecker came over, shoving Crosshair away from you before picking you up and hugging you. “We’ll be back!”
“I know, big guy!” You smiled. “Please, be careful.” You were obviously worried.
“We’ll be okay,” Hunter collected you from his little brother. “Radio in every thirty minutes, even if we don’t respond.”
“I know! I know!” You rubbed your scent on his chest plate. “Just like always.”
“Bye, Tiny!” Echo yelled as he descended the steps.
“Bye!” You yelped.
You watched the boys leave and the hatch close, leaving you in stark silence. You locked the access door. It’s been so long since you had been totally alone without one of them staying back with you. You almost didn’t know what to do with yourself.
Checking your datapad time, you knew they had two hours to complete this mission before you were allowed to start worrying for real.
You wandered around the ship a bit, looking for something to clean or organize. Deciding you’d take a crack at the surplus supplies, you waltzed into the back of the ship where the brig was down below. You slid down the ladder, landing with a thud in the dark underbelly of the Marauder. This is where you kicked on the lights and decided to get to work sorting and organizing everything.
To make the time go by faster, you stole Crosshair’s datapad from his bunk drawer to play some of his rock music.
You’d checked in three times already, knowing you’d only have one more to go before they’d start making their way back. You had sorted through all of the surplus food, making sure to group the meals Layala had brought you guys by preference. You made sure to include everyone’s favorites along with little snack packs and dehydrated blue milk.
You were just about to start on the ammunition supply when you got beeped on your com.
“Havoc 6, come in,” Hunter’s voice startled you. You scrambled to turn down Crosshair’s music before radioing back.
“This is Havoc 6, Havoc 1, are you alright?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race and the hair stand up on your neck… something was wrong. You just knew it.
“We’re okay, but we found… a kid?” Hunter replied, “We got the research, we’re making our way back, there’s a change of plans.”
“A kid? What? Change of plans?” You stuttered into the com channel, “What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see when we get there, get the ship warmed up,” Hunter cut the line, and you scrambled out of the brig and up into the main cabin before jogging into the cockpit. You entered Tech’s special code before being able to begin the ignition process.
Just as you got the engines primed, you heard them approach and opened the hatch door.
They came jogging inside, helmets still on. You were looking at them a bit perplexed when a smaller figure followed them inside behind Crosshair.
“A pup?” You rushed forward, unable to stop yourself, before taking the little kid into your hands, sniffing and checking him for injuries. “W-where did you find him?”
“Hey, lady!” He swatted at you, making you back up. He scowled, smoothing down his robes. That’s when you realized he was a Padawan… You suddenly stood up and looked at the boys, putting your hands on your hips.
“Sorry, kid,” Hunter chuckled, “She’s a fussy little omega.”
“You’re an omega?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.
“Where is his master!?” You instantly jumped on your unit, “Did you steal a Padawan?”
“As funny as that would be, no… we didn’t steal him,” Echo shook his head, taking off his helmet, “He found us.”
You turned to look at the kid, “Are you lost?”
He scoffed, “No, I’m not lost. I was sent to find reinforcements.”
“How old are you?” You were shocked this child was being battle-tested already.
“14,” he replied.
Your eyes softened, “He’s just a baby!” You growled, looking to your unit.
They just shrugged, “Hey, it’s not our fault what the Jedi do with their littles,” Wrecker defended.
“I’m not little!” He squawked, “And we really need help, so are you going to help us or what?”
“What’s your name, kid?” Echo asked.
“Caleb. Caleb Dume.”
“Where’s your master?” Hunter asked, and the pup handed him the coordinates.
“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter decided, and you just stood there flabbergasted.
“Relax, ‘Mega,” Crosshair tried to help you come to terms with this, “He’s a Jedi, probably could kick all of our asses if he wanted to.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you sighed.
“He’s not your pup,” Crosshair reminded you, “It’s not your problem.”
You growled. Crosshair just smirked. You were fiercely protective, that was for certain.
You peeked your head around the sniper to look at Caleb, “Have you eaten anything, hun?”
“Stop mothering him!” Echo yelled from his seat.
“I can’t help it!” You shook your head before heading for your jump seat. Hunter eyed you.
“I’m alright, miss,” Caleb grabbed onto the side of the ship as Tech brought the Marauder up into the air.
You were not liking this situation. First the spice, and now the kid. Why can’t missions just go how they’re supposed to?
Tech expertly flew the ship not too far from where you were hidden in the mountains. He found a clearing just before all of the blaster fire in the distance.
As the ship touched down, you stood up to follow them, but they all turned around, pointing fingers at you, “Pip, stay on the ship.”
“Ugh! Fine!” You groused, going over to Tech’s seat, ignoring the itch to take care of the kid.
“Are all omegas like that?” Caleb asked, picking up his lightsaber from his belt.
“Pip’s extra mothering when it comes to pups,” Tech replied, adjusting his holovisor.
“Should have seen her on Ryloth…” Echo started telling Caleb the story when the hatch door closed, leaving you once again alone in the ship.
You let out a loud groan, spinning the pilot’s seat around. The primal need to make sure the kid was okay was eating you from the inside out. He was literally walking into a war zone. That goes against everything your instincts wanted.
“Don’t do it, Y/N,” you shook your head, spinning the chair again.
But when you slowed down the spin, you noticed Caleb had left behind his robe and something in you snapped.
The pup was going to be cold…
"Fuck this." You got up, snatching the robe and smashed the hatch opening. You knew your alphas were going to kill you, but you didn’t care. You could care after you knew the pup was okay. At least you grabbed the thigh holster and a spare pistol, strapping it to yourself before stomping down the steps and out into the snow-covered forest. As you neared the battlefield, you heard bullets flying and explosions in the distance. You went running, suddenly overwhelmed with instincts… you didn’t know why this was happening. This hadn’t ever happened to you before, not even with the little girl on Ryloth. Something was very, very wrong.
Your jog turned into a sprint as you dodged trees and jumped over fallen trunks.
Letting your omega instinct guide you, you appeared in the clearing, seeing the last of the droids being destroyed by the cunning skills of your unit.
"We got a problem," Crosshair’s voice rang out through their comms, "Pip left the ship."
"What?" Hunter whipped around, finding you wandering through the smoke, clearly looking for something in the literal middle of the battlefield.
"Kark," Echo cursed, "She’s looking for the kid."
"Omega…" Hunter growled into the com channel. You ignored him.
They started walking back over to you, looking angry as a pissed-off rancor as the smoke started to clear. Crosshair came sliding down the side of the icy hill, joining their little clique when you spun around, finding Caleb walking over towards you.
"Hey, Miss?" He gave you a kind smile.
"Hi," you said, looking around a bit dazed.
"Are you okay, miss?" He asked, walking up to you.
"Y-yeah, I just had to make sure you were okay," you shook your head, starting to come back to your senses.
"I’m okay," he nodded, "Thanks to your friends."
"You left this behind," you handed him the brown robe, which he happily took and put on, shaking off the chill in the air.
"Y/N!" Hunter’s roar cut through the war zone.
"Kark," you sighed, closing your eyes.
Caleb giggled, pulling up his hood.
"I gave you direct orders to stay on the ship!" Hunter was so mad, "Then you run out into a literal battlefield. You could have been killed!"
"I-I’m…" you struggled to get the words out as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.
Turning around, you saw the master Jedi step up out of her trench, only to ignite her saber as her captain turned on her.
"Master!" Caleb screeched, igniting his saber and running towards his master. You couldn’t help but run after the pup despite your alpha’s roars of disapproval. Caleb suddenly stopped, realizing that his master was outnumbered.
"Run, Caleb!" She screamed, taking the brunt of the fire.
You flung yourself over the pup just in time to dodge a plasma bullet. Caleb was reacting much faster than you. When he looked up to see the 99’s jogging towards you two guns in hand, he quickly grabbed onto your wrist and started dragging you into the woods with him, running for your lives.
"Caleb!" You yelped, running with him.
"They’ve turned!" He said, jumping over branches. He was much faster than you, but you tried your best to keep up, "The clones can’t be trusted."
"What?" You were gasping for air, starting to feel the fatigue.
"I can feel it," he said, weaving left, trying to throw anyone off your trail.
A plasma bullet went whizzing by your head before exploding into a nearby tree. You both were forced to halt your sprint in the crunchy snow.
"Maker Crosshair, you could have hit her!" Echo growled, knocking the sniper’s gun out of his hand.
"Stop running, kid!" Hunter called out to the two of you.
Caleb just stepped in front of you, igniting his saber, "Stay back!"
They stopped their approach. You were beyond confused.
Crosshair kept his weapon trained on the kid while the others tried their hardest not to come off as intimidating.
"It’s okay, Caleb," Hunter said, putting his gun away and keeping his hands up in the air, "We just want to help you."
Crosshair decided then he would take the shot. You watched in horror as the blue plasma blast soared through the air, and Caleb skillfully deflected it, sending it back into the trees. You screamed and grabbed the kid, curling your body around him on instinct. You knelt in the snow, shielding Caleb from your alphas.
You heard shouting, then you heard firepuncher go off again, but this time the blast missed wildly. You flinched at the sound of it exploding into nearby rocks. You cradled Caleb's head like a mother would, keeping him pressed to you safely.
When you dared to look behind you, you saw Hunter and Crosshair wrestling in the snow while Tech held firepuncher, keeping it away from his little brother.
"Good soldiers follow orders," Crosshair repeated over and over again as Hunter demanded to know why the hell he would shoot at their omega and the kid.
Wrecker tried to approach you, but you let out the nastiest snarl you could muster, flashing your fangs at him.
He just put his hands up, staying at a comfortable distance.
"They’re coming," Caleb said, holding onto your shirt.
"Who?" You asked.
"The other clones," he said, "We have to go, now!"
"I can’t," you felt tears start to shed as your instincts were ripping you in half. You wanted to protect the pup, but the other part of you needed to be with your alphas.
"They’re not who you think they are… not anymore," he warned.
"I can’t leave them," you bent down, picking up his lightsaber and handing it to him. You smoothed down his hair and looked the child in the eyes, "You need to run. You need to stay alive."
"What about you?" He asked, looking at your fighting unit.
"They won’t hurt me," you nodded.
He just stood up, looking skeptical before looking into the tree line where approaching noises were coming from.
You gave the child a nod before he turned and sprinted off into the woods, disappearing into the snowy wilderness. You heaved in the snow, feeling like you failed somehow.
"Omega?" Tech asked, slowly approaching you, hoping you wouldn’t snap.
You refused to face them, feeling your tears slide down your hot cheeks, "What the fuck just happened?"
