I might be going too far down the rabbit hole here... But...
Can we think about the inhibitor chips for a moment?
Because we know their effect is devastating. And it alters everything about a person.
The focus of my post might well be a mistake on the part of the animators or I might be reading something out of nothing...
But look at Crosshair here.
He crosses his arms differently before and after his inhibitor chip activates.
First image is from the Clone Wars, second is from The Bad Batch after Order 66.
Right over left, to left over right.
Interesting? This might not seem like a big deal, but think about it. I don't know about you but I always cross my arms the same way. Always. It's habitual. It feels comfortable. (Right over left, if you're interested.)
Crossing my arms the other way feels weird and wrong.
But Crosshair swaps the way he crosses his arms post Order 66. Might just be a detail that the animators never even thought about, but the level of detail in this show is phenomenal...
Just a small thought about this chip majorly sucks and how it's insideous in its workings.
The Bad Batch x Reader • She/Her Prounouns • Angst/SFW • Mechanic!Reader
Requested by: Anon
“This is your new mechanic. Since you scared off the rest of them and the good ones don’t want to work with you”
“Are you implying she’s not good at her job?”
“No! This is the last good one willing to work with you. Well. She’s new here but all of her references give her good reviews. Don’t fuck this up. I’m not looking for any more mechanics for you” The leader of the repair crew informs the bad batch before leaving Y/N alone with the five.
“You think you can fix the hyperspace?”
“Do think I can? Already doubting me huh sergeant” Y/N pushes through the group to get to work.
Y/N pushed herself out from under the control panel when she heard the bickering grow louder.
The boys are back this soon? She thought as she cleaned up her tools before getting up to check on them.
“I can’t believe we failed”
“We wouldn’t have if Hunter have direct orders”
“Oh so this is my fault? Wrecker needs to remember the hand signals correctly. Instead of assuming one gesture means blow up the main building”
“Hey! Like you were any help. You literally fought Crosshair at his post”
“As much as I trust our sniper, someone had to watch his back—“
“I don’t need you defending me. I’ve been shot a couple times. Being stabbed wouldn’t have changed anything, if you had covered our two smartasses we would’ve gotten the codes for the republic instead of having one of them taken down and the other in the crossfire of Wrecker’s grenade”
“Wait tech and Echo—-“ Y/N shut herself up when Crosshair gestured her to do so.
“I don’t need fucking protecting Hunter.”
“You think Y/N would’ve preferred to reunite with one of us dead verses two of us injured?” Hunter got up in Crosshair’s space as he immediately pushed him back.
“I’m like a fucking roach. I wouldn’t have died that easily”
“With the amount of droids heading in your direction, you would’ve died” Tech interrupts treating Echo’s injuries and vise versa. “Wrecker should’ve waited for a signal to use that type of grenade. Then I wouldn’t be here”
“Selfish much Tech? You’re not the only one injured here”
“We’ll take into consideration the 90% of your body being mechanical”
“Tech—-“ Y/N tried to call him out for stating that, she knows Echo doesn’t like being referred to as anything other than just echo. But once again Echo now started yelling at Tech.
“HOW MANY TIMES MAY I REMIND YOU?! IM NOT A FUCKING DROID”
“I understand that I just—-“
“I AM NOT EXPENDABLE”
“I UNDERSTAND THAT” Tech snaps getting up in Echo’s business as they continued.
“Seriously all of this shit could’ve been avoided if—-“
“DONT YOU DARE TRY AND DRAG THE BLAME ONTO ME” Wrecker yells at Crosshair as he grabbed him by the armor pinning him against the wall.
Hunter froze in the middle of all the arguing when he heard a rapid heart rate. He knew his brothers were at a fast pace but this one stood out. And it only meant one other person. He turns to Y/N hugging the wall trying to get out of there as she held her chest avoiding eye contact.
“Y/N. What’s wrong?” Hunter’s words weren’t piercing through as Y/N really just. Needed to get out of there.
YOU THINK SHE WANTS TO MOVE OFF PLANET TO FOLLOW YOU AND YOUR FAILED DREAM
AND YOU FUCKING EXPECT HER TO ENJOY THIS HOUSEWIFE GIMMICK?! SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE LIKE YOU
HA! AND YOU THINK SHE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU? A FAILURE
OOH. ARE YOU FUCKING SURE THATS JUST ME?
YOU WERE ALWAYS A FAILURE
YET HERE WE ARE
“Y/N—-“ Hunter reached to touch her shoulder only for him to get immediately pushed.
“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME” Y/N yells causing them all to snap out of it as she retracts into herself still panicking.
“Y/N hey—“ Echo tried this time and Y/N suddenly punched the button opening the ramp falling out of the ship.
“Y/N!” They all yelled as Y/N quickly collects herself before wandering off not wanting to spend that night on the Havoc.
“Tech track her”
“Does she even want—-“
“This is fucking Pantora. I’m not losing our cyar’ika out there because of our fucking bickering”
“Alright. If she has her comm it’ll be easier, if not—-“
“Then I’ll track her, like what I do best. Now just—“
“Already on it” Tech rolls his eyes hacking into the surveillance systems before stopping when he heard the beeping. “Who’s sending messages?”
“Have to try and talk to her one way!” Wrecker frowns sending messages through his comm in the few coded phrases he knows
“But who’s receiving?” Tech states causing them all to look at Y/N’s tools from fixing the hyperspace to see her comm laying on top of it.
“Fuck” Crosshair punches the wall of the ship before quickly stepping off. “I’m going to fucking find her and bring her—“ he felt his collar grabbed by Hunter and forcefully pulled back. “Don’t fucking try and get me in your business again”
“That’s not what Y/N would want. Her heart rate elevated the second we all started arguing.”
“You’re saying we triggered her.” Echo frowns looking at the two as he started getting angry with himself. “Fuck. Seriously why did we even—“
“Because we’re selfish. Forgetting that we can solve most of our issues before returning back. But we don’t know what it triggered—-“
“But we triggered her! It shouldn’t matter what memory could’ve caused it Tech. As much as we want to know, what matters is making sure she’s okay!”
“I second Echo! Let’s find our cyar’ika” Wrecker alerts starting the walk as Crosshair takes off a detachment from his belt that acted like a grappling hook and immediately brought himself onto the roofs to take the high ground.
“The second you get something. Send a signal” Hunter speaks into the comms the second they all spread out, getting the okays in response.
She shouldn’t have gone far
Where the fuck would she go
I’m a fucking idiot Crosshair frowns wishing he knew so she wouldn’t have left. He soon spotted someone familiar in a window as he used the scope on his rifle to zoom in since he left his helmet behind seeing Y/N in an inn.
“I found her” then the coordinates were sent in.
Y/N sat on the floor propped up against the bed hugging her knees to her chest. What a waste of credits… she thought as she sat there. Getting a room at an inn just to get away when it could’ve been resolved. But she doesn’t like talking about it.
Parents constantly fighting is one thing
But roping you into it a number of times, and using you as the scapegoat, leaves a mark or two
Y/N froze staring at the balcony finding Crosshair as she immediately grabs the blanket and tossing it over her person to avoid it. Even though the balconies at many inns don’t have the steadiest locks and Crosshair managed to get in.
“Y/N…We’re..Im sorry about back there” Crosshair stepped forward about to sit beside her when he watches her form under the blanket flinch to the knocking. He groans to himself before letting the rest of them in. “Sorry”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have let Wrecker knock and picked in”
“Or just inform—-“ Crosshair stops himself. “I’m not going to argue this” he states setting his rifle down against the small table before kneeling down to Y/N’s covered form. “Y/N can we talk?”
Tech sat on the bed above them reaching for them before retracting himself. “I’m sorry about the yelling back there. It got a bit carried away”
“I didn’t mean to be so loud, can just be how I speak sometimes.” Wrecker sat down on the right side of her body.
“Didn’t realize you were in the room until Hunter confronted you. Honestly, I didn’t think you would react the way you did. We argue quite a lot” Echo frowns sitting on the other side of her as Y/N removes the blanket from over her head still covering herself in it.
“We’re just worried cyar’ika, we didn’t mean to have you storm off like that. Didn’t mean to freak you out” Hunter reassures kneeling beside Crosshair, holding his hand out fo her expecting rejection until she took it.
“I’m sorry…I-I shouldn’t..have left. I should’ve…”
“No love. You don’t have to apologize. You needed to get out of there and you did.” Tech reassures.
“We shouldn’t have brought our fight into the ship. It should be a safe place for you as it is for us. Didn’t mean to ruin that for you” Echo states feeling Y/N lean up against him wiping away the tears that fell as he immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders.
“We’re sorry, cyar’ika” Crosshair frowns brining himself closer as Y/N unravels her person to come off as less defensive.
“You five didn’t know I’d react that way…I never really could react when my parents constantly fought. I just. Couldn’t be there anymore…”
Y/N felt more tears coming as Wrecker took care of them gently wiping them away seeing her smile when he did. He gently rests his hand on her head petting her hair as it seemed to calm her more.
“We didn’t know…but now we do. And we can sure promise to not fight like that anymore”
“Or realistically, not on the Marauder.”
“And yknow we’ll try our best not to get you involved in our pointless fighting. Don’t want you getting hurt in any way” Hunter reassures finally as Y/N continues to wear that soft smile of hers to reassure her boys.
I didn’t know who to ask but if the Bad Batch all have accelerated ageing and omega doesn’t does that mean that they’re all going to look like they’re in their 90’s in a few years while she’s still a teen?
Oh god. See I mainly ignore that cuz fuck canon. But yeah technically you are correct about the bad batch but I’m not sure about Omega. In the recent episode we found out she doesn’t have a chip, I’m not entirely sure if that also means she doesn’t age rapidly like the other clones. Yeah she is differently by many categories but if she doesn’t age as fast as the others, the Dad Batch really gonna turn into the Granddad Batch compared to Omega ageing normally.
Congrats on the 100 Followers !!!!!Soo i saw the Song Lyrics Prompts and ... well duh i would deffo request my all time fave Crosshair and no 14 ! And you know.. Fluffy smut it is all good when it comes to the ones we love :D
HI! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS !!!!
Pairing: Crosshair x reader (no y/n)
Warnings: okay so I knOW YOU ASKED FOR SMUT BUT. I didn't remember and I just got this very cute drabble and completely forgot everything else and this came out being a whole different thing. bUT. i will make it up to you and write another version of this prompt for u. I'm so sorry really. i hope you like this tho.
So no warnings. it's a bit angsty, too, heh.
Prompt: 14. I know that you're scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles
Word count: 900
Saying that love is easy is an understatement, really.
It's hard, and harsh, and merciless. It's unknown and also familiar, because you have experiences to compare it too, from your parents to your friends to your past lovers.
Love is scary, because it's uncharted territory, no matter how much you've read about it, if you've seen it, if you have felt it before. Because every new person that comes, brings new challenges, something you haven't felt before. It brings chaos, too.
It paralyzes you, it had never happened before and it does now, when the sniper even looks your way, you freeze completely. Your breathing stops, for just a second, and your face flushes, and you feel embarrassed and dumb.
It makes you shy away, from conversations that might lead you somewhere else, with him. You have no problem talking with his brothers, or talking with him when around his brothers, but he had approached you once or twice alone and you had babbled and stuttered enough to make you scurry away whenever you have the chance.
But love, mostly, when there's even a single sign, a fleeting chance you might be falling again, makes you protect yourself, it makes you defensive, building walls taller and thicker than what they used to be, shielding yourself with steel doors and a million locks wrapping around chains.
Love is frightening, sure, because it might leave you broken. It can leave you in pieces, destroy you to the very core. It leaves you falling, hard and fast and you can't hold onto anything, onto anyone, and you hit the floor, and you're left there, bleeding out, with just you to stitch yourself up, alone, tired and hurt.
So you do nothing, and wait for it to pass. He'd leave, eventually, to some mission that takes him months to come back, if he ever does, and boy, you might even think he does just to annoy you.
Because he comes back every time, his body carries him with a confidence you sometimes envy, and it always leads him back to you.
It's a knock on the door that pulls you out of your thoughts. He's there, leaning on the frame as if he reigned the space, a king coming so casually to see his people.
"Yes?" You ask, because he doesn't say anything and you don't know what else you could say.
And he enters, as if the cramped office was his, and it's not the first time he's been there, but there is no reason for him to sit in the chair in front.
Your breath hitches when he leans over.
"I have a question," it's all he lets go, his voice sends shivers down your spine and you wonder if he knows what he does to you.
He must, because otherwise he wouldn't be there.
His eyes follow your movements, from the way you turn your datapan off to how you lean back against the back of the chair. The corners of his lips turn upwards just the slightest.
"Alright." You close your eyes a moment to kick yourself mentally, you don't have to be so awkward, you think, but then again, you don't know how not to be awkward around him. "Shoot."
"Would you consider going out with me?"
There's a silence, because with him you always let silences make their way between the two of you. With widened eyes and pated lips, you stare at him, searching for an indication that he might be joking, but his face betrays nothing, so you ask,
"Going out with you?" Just to confirm.
He nods, once, a small frown on his face as he takes a paperwork that has been sitting for too long on your desk, disinterested in its contents as his eyes go back to yours.
"As in, a date." Your heart skips a beat and you take in the possibilities, and among all of them where you say yes, you see yourself getting your heart broken.
You shake your head,
"I don't know." You admit, because you really don't.
"I won't break your heart if that's what you're worried about." His tone is like he's talking about the weather and your eyes snap at him, only to find his amber orbs already searching for yours. "Tech told me that's why you wouldn't speak to me."
You should've known better than to confide Tech such a secret.
Crosshair looks at you, really looks at you, as if he could see your soul, grab your heart and hold it tight, kiss it better and patch it's bruises.
"I won't let it break, as long as you don't let mine break either."
And it's such a vulnerable thing to say, you think, to open yourself to someone enough to let them know you feel scared too.
Maybe it's a path you can both walk, a mutual arrangement you can take, holding his hand as you go down.
You want to trust him, you'll have to trust him.
"Yeah," your voice is a whisper, one that cuts the silence and reaches him softly, the words holding him as he falls and you hope he is there when you fall, too, "Sure, I'll go out with you," you say, and he smiles, the action making the butterflies you've been kept caged for so long flutter wildly in your stomach, "as in, a date."
Did you have your lula since you were first made? Or did you get from a mission
“Well Lula I got from my brothers they made her for me. But before Lula I had Fo a present from 99 after the ideas of my brothers. When I was younger I had a lot of joint pains still got those sometimes. But yeah I had special training for a while and often had to be in bed from the pain. So they and 99 got me Fo and later Lula!”
dave filoni how much money would it take for you to rewrite the rest of tbb episodes so that crosshair gets his chip removed and is reunited with tbb and they move to a planet on the outer rim and live on a farm and it becomes a slice of life sitcom, i have $3 in my bank account ready to be transferred
I was working on something else but I had to do this, I need little Cal and Omega to meet each other. I know in Fallen Order Cal doesn't really like clones but he wouldn't know Omega is a clone too.
I also believe that if something had gone wrong with the chip extraction and Omega was left alone on Bracca, she would have been found by Cal or Prauf and adopted. Don't try telling me that Prauf didn't adopt Cal at the begining of his time on Bracca!