summary: your life after order 66 has led you to places and people you'd never thought you'd cross words with instead of blades. unfortunately for you, the one person who you were trained to always kill, keeps you in this pull that you can't control.
content: literally just flirting, they don't kiss (yet) but they definitely want to. no explicit spoilers for maul: shadow lord, implied violence but nothing shown.
author's note: tldr, started maul: shadow lord, now i need him real bad. there's hardly anything written about him, so you already know what had to happen! (dividers by @cursed-carmine)
"again." his voice rings out from the darkness, that barely hidden smugness in his voice you've learned to expect by now. "you are hardly trying, surely, the Jedi knew to train you better than this." he mocked, his eyes boring into your form. you couldn't see him with your eyes, but you never needed to.
ever since you've crossed paths for the first time, crossed blades for the second, his presence always supersedes anything or anyone around him. he didn't need to speak, but you learned that he often did so to get his fill from his opponents. his..fun, if you will. your grip on your sabers loosened, your shoulders slowly falling in line with your occasional breaths. you felt a pull to him, but then again, you always did with anything related to a side you were urged to always be on the other end of. "you refuse to fight." he stated, his voice much louder, much closer than before.
you knelt on one knee, letting your eyes close as you clicked your sabers. the light faded, letting you both sit in darkness for a brief moment. you waited, felt his presence suffocating you before the heat brushed against your face, prompting your eyes to flutter open. he stood inches away from you, the only thing maintaining some separation between you both was his lightsaber, which happened to be centimeters away from your face.
"you amuse me, much more than most." he said, his eyes trailing over you. a chuckle rang out from your lips, your eyes flickering from his lightsaber to him. "i thought we already discussed this, what's the point in fighting you if we're not enemies any longer?" you replied, igniting your lightsaber. he let out a hum, one that should have been barely audible had he not wanted you to hear it. "we may not be enemies.." he spoke, leaning in closer to you. the sabers practically glowed brighter together, waiting for one of you to strike the other. "but we can be more, should you desire it." he finished, tightening his grip on his lightsaber.
you mimicked his movements, eyes narrowing at his own. "funnily enough," you breathed out, a smirk gracing itself over your features. "i don't think you're one to take no for an answer." you paused, watching as his expression contorted into more than a faint amusement. had you not known better, you'd swear by the force that it was amusement laced with desire. he moved impossibly closer, the heat from your lightsabers together rivaling that of which came from your body. he stared at you for a moment, his eyes switching focus from your own and your lips. "you know better than most, that is good." he whispered, taking a step backward. the large gap in distance made your heart race, but not from anticipation, from want. you slowly moved to your feet, taking your stance as he took his.
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I decided to stop being lazy, and I actually tried learning how to draw and colour. So, I drew my Star Wars sona with Brander Lawson BECAUSE I LOVE HIM GUYS.
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a/n: some Crosshair and Tahlia fluff for you. I was thinking about them, and I got really sad, so I made something cute.
word count: 521
The sun shines through Crosshairâs bedroom windows, early in the morning on Pabu. As he wakes, Crosshair registers the familiar weight of his lover on his chest, her head laying below his chin, and her hand resting over his heart. He buries his nose in her lavender hair, taking in the rare moment of being able to wake up next to his morut. He inhales deeply, enjoying the moment as it passes.
He brings his hand up from her waist in order to twirl strands of her hair around his finger. All the while, he admires her sleeping face, fueled with so much peace. Throughout their lives together, peace was something somewhat foreign to the pair. No matter whether they were battling against Separatists, working with the Empire, taking down Tantiss, or fighting in the Rebellion, peace was a far away idea. A dream. Yet, in this momentâ as the two lay tangled togetherâ it seems achievable and real.
His hand moves from twirling her hair in order to brush some of it away from her resting face. As a gesture to see her better. His fingers brush against her skin. The warm tan tone of his fingers contrasts with the cool teal of her skin. He commits the contrast to memory. Just as he does with everything else to do with her. With them.
His eyes are drawn to her pale yellow face tattoos. Ones that symbolized her connection to the batch. To him. Tattoos that he had inked onto her skin. His finger traces gently over the lines. Mapping out where the diamonds and triangles are. As he traces over the diamonds on her forehead, Tahlia stirs awake.
Her nose scrunches at the ticklish feeling of his precise fingers on her forehead. âCross?â She groggles in her tired morning voice.
âGo back to bed, meshâla,â Crosshair encourages, his fingers now tracing the triangles under her eyes.
âWhat time is it?â Tahlia asks, removing her head from his chest. Crosshair hands fall. She props herself up with her arm and leans over him. Her hair follows her movements, and it ends up tickling the side of Crosshairâs face.
âIt doesnât matter,â he dismisses, moving her hair away from him by tucking it behind her ear. She places her handâ that was formally overtop of his heartâ on his cheek. She leans down and gently kisses him on the forehead.
âI have to leave,â she whispers, solemnly. Crosshair frowns before reaching for her waist. He flips her over to lay on her back, and he rests on top of her, restraining her from leaving.
âI donât think so,â he mumbles into her neck.
Tahlia lets out a laugh, âCrosshair, get off of me!â
âMake me,â he curtly challenges. She sighs.
âFine, five more minutes, and I mean that. A moment later and I will have to forcibly remove you from me,â Tahlia threatens with a smile on her face, also enjoying the moment between them.
âDeal,â Crosshair grunts. He closes his eyes, set on laying comfortably with her. Anything to keep her in bed and safe for a few more moments.
(a/n: I have no idea if this lore is canon accurate I just remember reading it on wookiepedia I think)
- Pantoran tattoos often symbolize familial relations
- Pantoran get their tattoos as children, their tattoos being a mix of their parentsâ tattoos
- Tahlia was taken by the Jedi before she was able to get her familyâs tattoos
- Just before O66 Tahlia decides to get tattoos to represent The Bad Batch and others close to her (her new family)
- Each diamond represents each member of the batch
- Each triangle represents an important figure from her childhood (Kaâra and Vix being the ones below her eyes and Plo Koon being the one on her chin)
- The lines on her forehead are the same formation as the ones on her helmet (which she modelled after Wolffeâs design, so in a way they represent Wolffe)
- Crosshair was most likely the one to actually tattoo her because I LOVE the hc that he did Hunterâs tattoo :P
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Introduction to the OCâs That I Will Use in my Works
a/n: lowkey realized I havenât done this yet oops. Also please lmk which OCs you want to see more of Iâm happy to write about all of them :)
Star Wars:
Tahlia Ordes
(drawing done by @sam-ika or techsdatapadd on tumblr)
- My most used OC
- Ex-Jedi Padawan in TCW
- Currently: The Bad Batchâs pilot and mechanic
- Often romantically paired with: Crosshair or sometimes Riyo Chuchi
Works sheâs in:
đŹ 4  đ 4  â¤ď¸ 7 ¡ Return to Pabu ¡ a/n: Hey lovelies! This is my first fic on here I hope you enjoy! I will probably write more with Tahlia i
đŹ 0  đ 2  â¤ď¸ 3 ¡ Crushing on the Shop Clerk ¡ a/n: Some good olâ Tech x my friendâs oc, Zyras. Iâm literally obsessed with her and this pair
đŹ 3  đ 2  â¤ď¸ 3 ¡ Drunken Shenanigans + Confessions ¡ a/n: the poll was tied, so I decided to release the ones I had completed while we wait
đŹ 0  đ 2  â¤ď¸ 3 ¡ Drunken Shenanigans & Confessions ¡ a/n: Iâm sorry
word count: 928 approx.
Part 2: Confessions
The Bad Batch completed t
Zyras
(art done by @sam-ika or techsdatapadd on insta)
- @sam-ika âs OC
- Ex-Bounty Hunter in TCW
- Currently: Owns a shop in Coruscant selling ship/vessel parts
- Often romantically paired with: Tech or Cad Bane (past)
Works sheâs in:
đŹ 4  đ 4  â¤ď¸ 7 ¡ Return to Pabu ¡ a/n: Hey lovelies! This is my first fic on here I hope you enjoy! I will probably write more with Tahlia i
đŹ 0  đ 2  â¤ď¸ 3 ¡ Crushing on the Shop Clerk ¡ a/n: Some good olâ Tech x my friendâs oc, Zyras. Iâm literally obsessed with her and this pair
Shuka
(art done by @beesandjams )
- @beesandjams âs OC
- Jedi Master in TCW
- Apart of the High Council
- Master to: Zorak
Works sheâs in:
Zorak
(art done by @beesandjams )
- @beesandjams âs OC
- Jedi Padawan in TCW
- Padawan to: Shuka
- Frenemies with Tahlia
Works heâs in:
Halâka Oniil
(art done by @sam-ika)
- Her sister was the ruler of Mirial, and Halâka ran for queen after her sisters term was up
- Her family was assassinated
- She was revived by the Techno Union and became a mercenary
- She lives with and splits her jobs with Sin
- Often romantically paired with: Dakar
Works sheâs in:
Dakar:
(art done by @sam-ika)
- @sam-ika âs OC
- Survived the purge on Dathomir
- Became a mercenary
- Often romantically paired with: Halâka
Works heâs in:
Sin
(No art available)
- Daughter to Pre Vizsla
- Didnât get involved with Death Watch and instead became a bounty hunter
- Lives with and splits jobs with Halâka
- Often romantically paired with: Hunter
Works sheâs in:
DC
Yalari/Yari âDeathstalkerâ
(2nd drawing done by @beesandjams)
- Got her powers from being cured of cancer by a formula developed by S.T.A.R labs using Deathstalker venom
- Owns a cafe in Gotham
- Often romantically paired with: Jason Todd or Light or Evie (Past gf also an OC but Iâm not writing about her)
Works sheâs in:
L âLightbulbâ
(art done by @beesandjams)
- @beesandjams âs OC
- Appears to be made of Light itself
- Used to work for Lex Luther
- Currently: A hero in Gotham
- Often romantically paired with: Yalari
Works sheâs in:
Marvel
Adhara Hart âCrimson Widowâ
(No art available)
- Was in the Red Room until Natasha and Yelena set the free
- She stuck with Natasha due to her young age
- Was blipped and after Natasha died she teamed up with Yelena to kill Hawkeye
- Got tangled up in Kingpinâs business and met Daredevil
- Became Daredevilâs sidekick
Works sheâs in:
Aroa Stamatios
(No art available)
- Her parents were the guardians of the time stone
- When she was a little kid she fiddled with it and it ended up going awry and its abilities absorbed into her which also caused her parents to die
- She was later discovered by Doctor Strange and he and Wong took her in
- Became Doctor Strangeâs apprentice
Works sheâs in:
Arcane
Saoirse
(No art available)
- A mage that came from a coven of mages with destructive abilities; however, she was born with healing abilities
- Her coven grew frustrated with her abilities and exiled her to Zaun, yet she brought their precious spell book with her
- She began performing as a street magician using the spell book she stole
- She eventually became an alchemist and began selling her potions
- She attempted to find a cure for shimmer but in the process became addicted
- Ran into the firelights while she was stopping a shimmer shipment (same as them) and Ekko recruited her to be their alchemist and healer
The Bad Batch completed their latest mission. They have not been requested anywhere else, so it is safe to claim that they can go back to Kamino, where they are stationed. They all enter the ship. âItâs pretty late, but if we are wanting to fly to Kamino tonight, I can get us there,â Tahlia announces to the squad of clones as they, exhaustedly, pile into the ship.
âYeah, that sounds good. That means we can do some drills tomorrow,â Hunterâs last statement is met by a chorus of groans. âYeah, yeah, I know. You should all get some sleep during light speed in order to prepare for tomorrow,â
âIâll keep watch,â the pilot claims, as she takes her seat in the pilotâs seat. She begins hitting controls and punching in the, well familiar, coordinates to Kamino. The sergeant nods in approval at her claim. The other squad members bid her goodnight before they begin to migrate towards the bunk room in a tired struggle to get their well deserved rest.
The pantoran connects her datapad to the speakers inside the cockpit in order to shuffle some music to keep her entertained for the long trip home. To her surprise, footprints sound beside her and Crosshair sits to her right, in the co-pilot seat. âNot tired?â she questions, not looking at him as she is preoccupied by getting the ship ready for take off.
The sniper shakes his head in confirmation of her statement, to which she sees out of the corner of her eyes. âThanks for the save today, by the way. I guess you really are my knight in⌠not so shiny.. plastoid armour,â Tahliaâs joke is met with silence, and she slumps back in her seat. âYeah, that sounded better in my head,â she cringes and is met by a grunt from Crosshair. The ship takes off and, soon, it enters hyperspace. Tahlia picks up her datapad in order to figure out what music to play. âAny music suggestions?â She inquires.
âWe need to talk,â the sniper speaks up. Tahlia suppresses a groan, knowing full well where this conversation was going.
âThatâs not a very good suggestion,â she huffs.
âI need you to listen.â
âLook Iâm all for you opening up to me or what not, but this isnât a good idea,â she insists.
âWhat? Scared of the truth?â He lightly teases but masks it with frustration.
âA bit, yeah,â she admits.
âKriffinâ coward,â he grumbles. Tahlia, unsure how to answer, proceeds to roll her eyes and decides on a playlist to shuffle to fill the silence. âIn addition to the other day, Tech told me you liked me,â he spits out.
âHeâs misheard,â she denies.
âSo, you just like to toy with me? Is that it?â Crosshair grits his teeth. Tahlia sighs.
âMaker, no! I just⌠I donât intend to. Iâm sorry if I was expressing the wrong idea, and the other day⌠we were drunk, shit happens,â she continues her pursuit of denial.
âThen whatâs with you? Itâs clear we both like each other, no matter how much you deny it. Everyone here can kriffing see it,â
âWe canât have feelings for each other. Thatâs not how this works,â she gestures between the two of them with her finger. âThatâs not how our lives work!â she crosses her arms, beginning to fidget with the material of her shirt in the crease of her arm. Crosshair scoffs at her reply.
âI think youâre scared of the idea of being with somebody. Having to be vulnerable,â
âI have a lot of issues! I know that! But putting them aside we can never be together. You could get decommissioned! I could get put into a different squadron! We donât get the luxury of feelings! Wake up! Thatâs war,â the pantoran exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. Crosshair scoffs, his eyes narrow as he glares at the mechanic.
"This is banthashit. I don't care if I get decommissioned or you get reassigned. Because, to me, you're worth the risk."
Tahliaâs jaw drops momentarily, struggling to come up with a reply. Sheâs never heard the sniper admit something containing so much vulnerability. His last few words replay in her mind âyouâre worth the riskâ.
Silence fills the room before the mechanic mutters, âyouâre right.â
The sniper looks at her, and the mechanics eyes fall to the controls that litter the panel in front of her. âI am scared. My entire life Iâve been told that attachments are something that Iâm not allowed to have. Especially romantic ones. It doesnât matter whether Iâm with the Jedi or not. All of their teachings stick in my head. Itâs not a switch that I can just.. turn off,â Tahlia matches his vulnerability, admitting to her fears.
âThe attachment is already there. No label is going to change that,â the pantoran opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it, realizing heâs right. Her eyes remain trained on the control panel. âIf we werenât in a war right now, what would you want?â
Tahlia sighs, exasperated. âIâd want to be with youâŚâ she mumbles, barely audible, yet Crosshair picks up on it. âBut, thatâs different. There is so much less at risk. I⌠just⌠I donât know. Iâm sorry. I wish I had my shit all figured out, I do. I just need time.â Crosshair nods and then stands up, abruptly, from the co-pilots chair.
âGood night, Tahl,â he mumbles before retreating back to the bunks, leaving Tahlia alone to her thoughts. She huffs, regret fuelling her. She runs a hand through her hair before rubbing her eyes with her hands.
a/n: the poll was tied, so I decided to release the ones I had completed while we wait for the Jedi order fic. It will come out soon guys I swear.. I SWEAR.
word count: 959 approx.
tw: drinking
(art done by my beloved @sam-ika or techsdatapadd on instagram)
Drunken Shenanigans + Confessions
Part 1: Drunken Shenanigans
The batch are all cooped up in a corner of a bar in a booth as Tahlia dances with a stranger who had approached the group a little while ago and bought the pantoran a few drinks- to which she agreed to out of boredom- before engaging in a lengthy conversation and then inviting her to dance.
The rest of the squad nurse their drinks while talking amongst each other, yet Crosshair isolates himself from the conversation, not partaking. His eyes remain stiffly concentrated on Tahlia.
The man touches Tahliaâs arm as they dance, and the sniper has to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes, while he watches the exertion before him. It wasnât until the man began pulling Tahlia a little closer to him that Crosshair finally allows his annoyance to boil over.
He stands up and begins making his way to the dance floor. As he approaches the two he clears his throat.âExcuse me,â he doesnât bother to disguise his annoyance, allowing it to be fully on display.
âAre you kidding?â The pantoran asks in a state of disbelief and slight anger.
âNot at all,â the sniperâs hand grips her arm and begins pulling her away, back to the booth the rest of the squad is seated at.
Tahlia shoots the guy she was previously dancing with an apologetic look before following Crosshair back to the booth.
Once they finally arrive at the booth, Tahlia snaps, âWhat the actual kriff is your problem?â
âMy problem? I was saving you from making a mistake,â
âA mistake,â Tahlia repeats, scoffing. âWe are at a bar. The entire point of being here is to get drunk and make mistakes.â
âHence you dancing with any sleemo that comes your way?â
âI was having fun! You donât see me interjecting anytime somebody hits on youâ
âThatâs different. Iâm not letting them touch me.â
âThatâs because you always have a stick up your ass!â Tahlia then turns to the rest of the group. âIs he not being unreasonable?â
Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker exchange looks among themselves, clearly uncomfortable. They all know that this argument is escalating quickly. Hunter speaks up first, trying to diffuse the situation, "maybe let's all just calm down...-" Crosshair cuts Hunter off with a sharp glare.
âWhatever, Iâm going back to the ship,â Tahlia says before downing the rest of her drink, and slamming the glass down on the table before turning away. She stomps off in the direction of the barâs exit. As she leaves, hurried footsteps drum behind her. She sighs quickening her pace, but the footsteps behind her quicken too. Suddenly, once they reach outside, her arm is grabbed, again, and she is tugged towards the man behind her. She tries to shake him off, but itâs no use.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â The sniper drawls.
âTo the ship. Iâve had enough of you tonight.â
Crosshairâs grip on her arm tightens, and his eyes narrow. âYouâre not leaving. We need to talk.â
âAbout how much of a dick you are?â Tahlia bites back.
âSure, letâs start with that,â the sniper sarcastically retorts, as he drags the mechanic to a tiny alleyway at the side of the bar. âYou want to talk about me being a dick? How about we talk about you making poor choices and letting some random guy touch you? I mean seriously, Tahlia, you just met him,â
The pantoran is silenced the sniperâs insistence on the fact that she was the one who was acting awry. She attempts to read into the situation and her eyes widen. Tahlia breaks the silence with a question. ââŚAre you jealous?â
âTake a guess,â Crosshair returns to his usual drawl. The exchange between the two no longer occurs verbally, and instead they both search each otherâs eyes attempting to get a better read into the situation. Itâs unclear who moves first but within a second their lips suddenly meet as Tahliaâs arms wrap around his neck.
Crosshair brings a hand up to cup the back of her head and the other hand lands on her waist. The taste of alcohol mingles between the both of them, but neither care.
The kiss drags on before Crosshair breaks it, regaining his senses. âKriffâ he breathes as their noses bump into each other, both of them feeling the racing of the otherâs heart. âWhat are we doing?â
âI donât know. Probably something we shouldnât.â Tahlia moves her hand to lay against the back of his neck as she guides his lips to hers again, and he complies.
âCrosshair! Tahlia!â Hunterâs voice sounds as the squad rounds the corner of the bar, heading into the alley. Tahlia and Crosshair quickly seperate from each other as the sound of the sergeantâs voice sounds in their ears.
âOh we are so kriffed,â Tahlia runs a hand through her hair in a panicked gesture.
âYou think?â The sniper grumbles, sarcastically. Trying to compose himself as the batch approaches.
âLooks like we are interrupting something,â Wrecker observes, laughing.
âShut up,â Crosshair cuts.
âI believe your intoxication has severely impaired your cognitive abilities,â Tech acknowledges.
âWhat the hell are you two doing?â Hunter scolds.
âWhat does it look like we were doing?â Crosshair sarcastically questions.
âThe probability of regret in the morning is substantial,â Tech states as he passes an amused look at them both.
âThank you, Tech,â Tahlia dryly speaks.
âJust.. letâs get back to the ship before you two stupidly do anything else,â the sergeant orders.
Crosshair and Tahlia both nod reluctantly, though Crosshair's expression was one of annoyance. They follow the batch out of the alleyway and back towards the ship, an awkward silence hanging over the group like a thick fog.
a/n: Some good olâ Tech x my friendâs oc, Zyras. Iâm literally obsessed with her and this pairing. This is also featuring Tahlia because Iâm also obsessed with her. Enjoy ! đ
Word count: 735
Crushing on the Shop Clerk
Itâs been 15 incredibly long rotations since the Bad Batch has been stationed anywhere. Mission after mission⌠itâs been continuous. On the most recent mission, the Marauder sustained an overbearing amount of damage. Most of which Tahlia did not have the supplies to fix. The group decided it best to make a quick pit stop on Coruscant so that Tahlia could get some supplies in order to make the repairs.
âHey, Zee!â Tahlia greets as she walks into the long familiar mechanical shop belonging to her best friend.
âOh! Tahlia!â Zyras perks up from her work bench, acknowledging the pantoran. She smiles. âYou brought company,â she comments as she peers over at the group of clones following behind Tahlia.
âSo I did. I hope you donât mind. Itâs been slow?â The pilot looks around the shop, observing the lack of people.
âYou know how it is,â Zyras shrugs, unaffected by her lack of business as it gives her time to work on some unfinished projects. âAny reason for the visit?â
âYou mean I canât just come check in on my dear friend?â Tahlia inquires as she picks up a scrap piece of metal, investigating it. A teasing smile crossing her lips. The other squad members find themselves looking around the shop, except for Tech. His eyes being trained on the blacksmith and her interaction with his mechanic. Zyras shoots Tahlia a pointed look. âOkay fine.. we may have run into a little bit of troubleâ
âA little bit would be understating it. We could barely leave the ground,â Tech interjects, correcting Tahliaâs statement.
âIt wasnât that bad!â The pilot defends, placing down the scrap piece of metal back to where it was found. The clones surrounding her shoot her questioning looks. Tahlia sighs before explaining to Zyras what has happened. Throughout the pantoranâs dreadfully long story full of twisted truths and excuses to make herself seem less at fault, Zyras finds her attention to be drifting to the Bad Batchâs technological specialist; whom has found himself glancing at the unfinished projects that litter the store clerkâs work station. âHello? Iâm not trying to entertain myself here,â Tahlia interrupts Zyrasâ thoughts. The mechanicâs eyes search for wherever Zyrasâ attention disappeared to. Her eyes widen. Zyras turns her head back towards Tahlia.
âHm? Sorry,â she apologizes, almost bashfully.
âItâs fine⌠do you.. have something you want to tell me?â Tahlia narrows her eyes as she inquires as to why Zyrasâ attention was suddenly now on Tech instead of her. Tahlia traces the stone detailing of the counter as she questions her friend.
âI⌠I donât know what you mean,â Zyras insists as she brings a hand up to rub the back of her neck.
âRightâŚâ a seemingly long, empty silence follows. Suddenly Tahlia drums her fingers on the counter, summoning Zyrasâ attention once again before it drifts too far. âWell I should only need a few supplies. Then Iâll get out of your hair,â the mechanic begins to walk around as she peers around at the various tools, supplies, and scraps that litter the shop. As she looks around she notices that Tech and Zyras have engaged in conversation. She grins.
After a bit of browsing and collecting of her needed supplies, she piles them onto the counter. Zyras notices, and walks over towards the counter in order to ring the pilot through. âOh, hey, these repairs might take a while to complete. We might be on Coruscant for a bit. The boys and I were wondering about going out tonight. We were wondering if you were wanting to join us? When I say we, I mainly mean Tech and I,â Tahlia throws in with a smirk as the accused clone shoots a glare towards her to which she brushes off with a knowing glance as she turns around to face him, her arms crossed.
âOh.. um yeah sounds fun!â Zyras agrees with a smile. Her thoughts linger on the fact that Tech has been inquiring on her joining the group in their fun.
âPerfect! Iâll comm you the details when we have them figured! Youâve been a doll as always. Thank you!â The pantoran exclaims as she waves at the blacksmith, joining with the other members of her squad at the exit of the shop. As they turn to leave Tahlia nudges Tech with her elbow. âWipe the drool from your mouth, youâll give yourself awayâ
a/n: Hey lovelies! This is my first fic on here I hope you enjoy! I will probably write more with Tahlia in the future. This is featuring my bsfâs oc Zyras as well :P
Return to Pabu
Summary: Tahlia Ordes returns to Pabu after helping out with the Clone Rebellion. She is then forced to face her former lover, and the past mistakes theyâve both made.
The ship lands. Tahlia shuts down the ship and exits it with Echo. âTahlia! Echo!â Omega reaches the two and wraps an arm around each person's waist, bringing them close together. Echo lets out a chuckle as Tahlia greets the girl.
âHey, Omega!â The pantoran smiles at the younger clone and awkwardly pats her on the head. Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair arrive behind Omega. Wrecker throws an arm around Tahliaâs shoulder, throwing her off balance. She braces herself by putting her hand on his chest, and she pushes herself upright. Tahlia casts a glance towards Hunter, and she offers him a smile to which he returns. She then looks at Crosshair. He nods to her. She nods back before returning her focus back onto Omega. âRex said there was nothing for us to do over a rotation, so we figured weâd come visit. Is that okay?â
âItâs more than okay!â Omega beams.
âWhere is Zyras?â Tahlia inquires.
âSheâs probably at her house,â Hunter answers.
âShe bought a house?â
âShep gave us all a place to reside. As a thank you for what we bring to the community⌠I think.â
âWhatever the reason is, Iâm not complaining!â Wrecker cuts in.
âThis place is really like a home to you guys now, huh?â Tahlia crosses her arms.
âItâs grown on us,â Hunter affirms. âThey are throwing a celebration tonight. Everyone will be there. You should come,â
Tahlia snorts, âNot really my scene. Iâll see what Zyras is up to though.â She could see- out of the corner of her eyes- Crosshair studying her. She attempts to focus on not looking at him directly, and instead keeping her eyes on the others. âWhere is Zyrasâ house?â
âI can take you there!â Wrecker offers. Tahlia smiles and nods in thanks.
âThank you, Wrecker.â
âAnything for our favourite mechanic.â Wrecker declares as he gestures for Tahlia to follow him.
They journey throughout the island, and finally approach Zyrasâ house. âThank you again for your help Wrecker.â He smiles and pats her on the back before departing.
Tahlia knocks on her best friendâs door.
âCome in!â Zyras shouts as she scurries over to the door. Tahlia uses the force to open the door, and she steps inside. Zyrasâ eyes widen as she is met with the pantoran. âTally! Oh my stars!â She throws her arms around Tahlia, to which Tahlia returns stiffly.
âHey, Zee. How are things? The boys havenât been giving you a hard time?â Tahlia inquires.
âThings have been good, actually.â
âYouâre holding up okay?â
âIâm holding up better,â Zyras corrects. Tahlia nods. âWhy are you here? Donât you have endless missions⌠trying to make the galaxy a better place and what not?â
Tahlia snorts, âwe were given a break. Rex had nothing for us⌠so, I heard there was a sort of party tonight. Are you attending?â
âI was thinking about it. Iâve been mainly staying cooped up as of late. Might be nice to get out of the house. You should come and get to know the people here. They are nice. Itâs a nice place.â
âAre you going to stay?â
âI was thinking of going back to Coruscant and reopen the shop. There isnât much for me here anymoreâŚâ Zyras trails off. Tahlia frowns, and places a hand on her best friend's bicep. She gives it a gentle squeeze.
âEven though heâs⌠gone, the batch still enjoys having you around. They see you as family, you know.â
âYeah, it's just⌠being here⌠itâs not the same anymore. It hurts,â Zyras explains.
The pantoran gives her a sympathetic smile, âjust⌠donât lose touch, okay?â
âI wonât,â The human offers Tahlia a sad smile, but a promise nonetheless.
âNow come on, catch me up on everything. Weâll walk to a vendor to buy some fruit. Iâve been dying for food thatâs not rations.â
Zyras laughs, âalright letâs go.â
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Zyras walks over to a drink booth, Tahlia walking beside her. Zyras orders them both a drink, yet she notices Tahliaâs eyes trail to the former sniper who is standing a few feet away from themâ by his lonesome. Their drinks get put onto the counter and Zyras picks them both up and offers one to Tahlia. Tahlia looks at her skeptically, eyes glancing from her to the drink in her hands. âRelax, itâs juice,â Zyras reassures the pantoran. Tahlia nods before grabbing the juice. The two step off to the side. They look around all the while sipping on their drinks. Tahliaâs eyes drift over to Crosshair once more which doesnât go unnoticed by Zyras. âGo talk to him,â she encourages.
âI donât think thatâs a great idea,â the pantoran protests, bringing her eyes back to Zyras then down to the ground.
âCome on, Tally. You two havenât spoken since they got Omega back from Tantiss,â
âMaybe itâs for the best.â
âTahlia, you never know the next time youâll see him. How I felt when Tech⌠I just- I want you to at least talk to him. Itâll bring you both some peace.â Zyrasâ eyes fill with deep sorrow and a hint of determination.
âI donât think he wants to talk to me, Zee,â Tahlia brings her empty hand up to rub over her bicep.
âYou donât know that until you go and talk to him,â Zyras explains. Tahlia sends her a glare of unwillingness. Zyras crosses her arms, squaring up to the pantoran.
âWhat would I even say?â Tahlia tries to reason, coming up with excuses to further avoid her complicated past with the former sniper.
âYou can start with âhi, how are you?ââ Zyras offers in a slightly sarcastic manner.
âItâs just Crosshair. Youâre overthinking this.â The former shop clerk puts a hand on Tahliaâs shoulder.
The pantoran groans. Her eyes drift over to Crosshair who is currently standing off to the side, nursing a drink of his own. His eyes are trained to Omega who is currently running around and conversing with Lyana. âOkay⌠fine, but if it starts looking like itâs going poorly, get me out of there.â
âYes, maâam,â Zyras nods, and she takes her hand off of Tahliaâs shoulder.
Tahlia takes a deep breath, attempting to connect with the force in order to have a small ounce of comfort. She begins walking towards the former sniper. As she approaches, Crosshair stiffens and straightens his posture. âBeing chipper, arenât you?â Tahlia stands beside him, leaning on the wall behind them. She takes a sip of her drink. He scoffs in response.
âDid you come over here just to mock me?â Crosshair questions in his usual drawl.
âPretty much, yeah.â She takes another sip of her drink. Her eyes dart everywhere but at him. Deafening silence falls over the pair. âI didnât expect you to be at one of these things.â
âI could say the same about you.â
âZyras wanted me to,â Tahlia gazes towards Zyras who is now engaged in a conversation with Hunter. The pantoran mentally curses out her friend for not keeping an eye on her current conversation.
Crosshair gestures over to Omega as if he is also blaming her for the reason he showed.
âAh,â Tahlia acknowledges. Her eyes shift towards Crosshairâs right hand. A prosthetic? She elects not to comment on it. Silence takes over again. Tahlia looks at her cup, swirling around the liquid inside. Her fingers drum against the cup. Her eyes follow Crosshair's, which are still trained on Omega and Lyana. âOmega seems to be making herself at home.â
âShe enjoys it here,â he points out, humouring her attempt at small talk.
âDo you?â She asks, mainly fueling her own curiosity.
âItâs safe, meets my needs. Itâs different.â
âYeah, I bet. A good different?â
âIâm undecided.â Tahlia hums in acknowledgment. Crosshair begins to tire at the small talk, only really indulging in it because itâs her initiating it. âWhy are you really here?â
âTo keep you company. We both know how angry you get when youâre bored.â She regrets those words as soon as they come out of her mouth. Crosshairâs slightly widened eyes shoot to her face. Memories of the last time she said that to him floods their minds. The platform on Kamino. The last time she could remember having a figment of happiness. The last time she truly had a bit of her old self within her, and it was â almost regrettably â because of him. âSorry,â Tahlia apologizes, not knowing what else to say.
âDonât apologize,â he brushes her comment off, but internally heâs mulling it over.
âI didnât mean-â Tahlia starts, worried that she has already ruined their interaction.
âI know,â Crosshair interrupts.
âIâm glad you finally get to live this life. Even if you donât like it⌠you⌠deserve it,â Tahlia admits, hoping it eases away from her comment.
âSo do you,â he replies â without hesitation.
âYou know itâs different for me,â she protests. She feels an obligation to fight the empire. To avenge the fellow force wielders who were downed, and the clones who were taken advantage of. She had to do something.
âIt really isnât,â he insists.
âCross-â she starts but is quickly interrupted.
âStay on Pabu,â Crosshair recommends.
âI canât,â Tahlia insists, knowing that it just isnât feasible. âI canât just drop everything and stay here.â
âYou could be happy.â
âYou think I could live my life in bliss knowing that I could be out there actually doing something?â Her voice initially spikes, but she quickly fixes her tone.
âI justâŚâ he trails off, hesitant about what to say next. âWhat if you donât come back one day?â
âYou know me, Iâll always come back,â she offers him a small sympathetic smile. Her heart skips a beat â against her will â as she feels touched by Crosshairâs apparent worry.
âYou canât promise that, Tahlia,â he firmly expresses his apprehensions. She frowns, and he lets her hand brush his for a split second before returning it to her side. He stiffens.
âIâll be okay,â she affirms. The corner of her mouth twitches up as she notices his eyes drift to his hand, lingering, and then drifting back to her. He begins really looking at her, as if trying to remember something he once nearly forgot.
He missed her. He realizes. His eyes roam over her face, trying to study the emotions that she may be feeling, and the thoughts that she may be thinking. He methodically analyzes his best course of action, as he often does, due to his past job as a sniper.
Crosshair lifts his hand up and, hesitantly, lets it brush against her cheekbone briefly before swiftly removing it. His thumb trails down until it reaches the curve of her jaw. âMeshâla,â he mumbles before dropping his hand.
Tahliaâs mouth nearly falls open at his sudden boldness. She forces herself to stay composed. âCrossâŚâ she trails off, completely and utterly speechless.
âNi kar'tayl gar darasuum,â he says just loud enough for her to hear. His thumb brushes against her jaw as he utters the words that she only understood due to him saying it to her before, and Tech having to tell her what the phrase meant. I love you.
âYou donât mean that,â she brings her hand up to her jaw, taking ahold of his hand and removing it from her face.
He doesnât reply immediately. Instead, he simply looks into her bright yellow eyes, attempting to convey his emotions â his truth â to her without having to verbally say anything. His prosthetic hand brushes against her hand in order to affirm his intentions. âI am sorry⌠for everything. I was so wrapped up in my loyalty to the republic that I disregarded my loyalty to you. I hurt you, and I really am sorry. You didnât deserve that, especially on top of everything you were already put through. I donât expect your forgiveness. I just wanted you to know.â
A beat passes and then suddenly Tahlia throws her arms around the cloneâs neck and hugs him. She squeezes her eyes shut, attempting to suppress any visible rising emotion. Crosshair tenses before hesitantly wrapping his arms around her and digging his nose into her hair. âThatâs all I wanted to hear⌠Iâm sorry too for the record. About not being there for you after you were experimented on, and after you lost your hand,â she admits, words mumbled as she speaks with her head buried in his neck.
âYou werenât in the right headspace,â he dismisses her apology, feeling like he didnât deserve it.
âThat still doesnât excuse it,â she perseveres, adamant on proving to him that he wasnât the only one who was in the wrong. She moves her arms from being around his neck to bracing them on his chest, hands on his shoulders. His arms move to her waist. âI donât want you to constantly have to worry about me whenever Iâm gone. You donât deserve that.â
âWhat are you saying?â He questions, confused at whatâs making her suddenly say this.
âI want you to move on,â she says, curtly.
âWhat?â He questions, even though heâs not at all shocked by her trying to push him away again.
âThere are so many nice people here. I just want you to be open to the possibility that maybe Iâm not the one for you. I mean what kind of life would it be if- say we did try again, and Iâd be gone all of the time. Weâd hardly see each other.â
âI donât care about any of that. I want you, Tahl. Only you,â he declares.
âBut-â she starts.
âYou donât get to decide this for me. Iâve waited too long to be with you again. Iâm not going to let you go,â Crosshair adamantly interrupts, determined to get his point across.
Tahlia mulls his words over for a few seconds, scanning his eyes for any bit of hesitation or dishonesty, but she finds none. Instead, she nods. âOkay,â she agrees, and intertwines her fingers with his prosthetic ones.
Zyrasâ conversation with Hunter came to an end. She peers at Crosshair and Tahlia, and she finds herself smiling. If her and Tech canât have their happy ending, sheâs glad that at least her friends can.
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