【@ｂｕｄｄｅｅ ａｓｋｅｄ："Can you do headcannons for what it would be like to be the younger/older ( your choice ) sister of the bad batch?"】
【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：pg-13 and sfw! Slight angst.】
【ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：Slight angst. The request was written with she/her pronouns in mind, but this is gender neutral! These are completely platonic headcanons as well.】
【ａ／ｎ：So, in this headcanon the reader is the older sibling figure to the rest of the Bad Batch and is canonically older than them. I would assume they've been around since they were children as a representative of the Republic on Kamino as a scientist.】
Hunter:
Hunter always looked up to you when he was younger. He was surprisingly quiet in his youth and didn't take on the role of leader of his brothers on his own. He was quite shy and reserved, opting to take on a more silent nature. It required a little encouragement on your part.
Nala Se expressed to you once that she was worried about Clone Force 99. Without a leader of the squadron to organize and unify, the project of the enhanced clones may be scrapped entirely due to inefficiency. They needed to show promise or at least impress the higher ups in order to convince them that the project was worthwhile.
That's where you came in. You recognized that Hunter was the best choice out of his brothers. Wrecker was not disciplined enough and Tech was to focused practicality—a leader needed to take risk but focus on the task at hand. Crosshair was the second choice, but you worried that he wouldn't communicate with his brothers. But, Hunter was loyal, extremely so, and was quick on his feet. He just needed some encouragement.
"They need someone to lead them, Hunter." You had told him after a particularly bad practice with the rest of his brothers. "They need you to show them the best way. They trust you. Believe in you."
After that, Hunter seemingly took your words to heart. He started talking more, acting as a voice of reason, and soon enough, the brothers started to listen to him—although, they often solved their problems in their own unique way.
When the Republic was no more and the Empire gained control of the galaxy, Hunter thought of you first. You were a representative of the Republic. When they fled Kamino, Hunter looked for you only to find you had vanished.
Crosshair:
Crosshair often felt left out and it was no fault of your own. He often saw how his brother Hunter and Wrecker often got special treatment from you. This feeling grew into a resentment for his brother Hunter in particular. He didn't understand what you exactly saw in his brother, he could be just as good as his brother and even better. He was determined to prove it to you, that he was a better choice.
In his youth, he decided that he would prove to you that he was good enough. He tried the hardest out of his brothers, but it frustrated him greatly that the rest of his brothers did not take their training as seriously. He often took this frustration out on the rest of his brothers and you tried talking to him about it, but he appeared that he did not listen to him.
"You have to work together with them, Cross. You can't do everything by yourself. They are your brothers, work with them." You had said to him after a training session where he had gone off by himself once again. Even though he scoffed at you, he took the words to heart but he never let go of the resentment that you chose Hunter to lead instead of him. He tried harder in working with his brothers, developing his sarcasm and snarky personality to deal with his frustration and anger.
During their final training session, you had gifted him his sniper and was a gift solely for him. He had never gotten a present that wasn't for everyone in the squadron. You believed in him, his brothers believed in him, that was enough he didn't need anyone else's approval.
When the Republic fell and bhis inhibitor chip enhanced, Crosshair was the first to find you before his brothers could. Finding you in your personal research lab, he threatened you and wanted you to join the Empire for your own safety. When you refused and told him that this was unlike him, he arrested you in the name of treason against the Empire. He never saw you again.
Wrecker:
Wrecker considered himself your favourite, by default. Even when the brothers were younger, they all agreed that he was your unintentional favourite. The second being Hunter. When he realized that he had an older sibling that wasn't his brother, he stuck to your side like glue for most times of the day.
He was a rather clingy child, preferring to always be near you or Crosshair. You in fact even made him a tooka doll plush as a birthday gift that he named Lula. He was your little shadow until he grew taller than you and then he became your large shadow. But, even when he was older, he looked to your for comfort and a securing presence that he expected would always be there.
Of course, you weren't afraid of punishing him either, particularly when he could be rough with his brothers when he was younger. "You have strength, Wrecker, it is your gift. But you must be gentle with your brothers, mindful that they don't have the same gift." After awhile, he learned to control his strength and instead focusing on those who would do his brothers harm. He hoped it made you proud as it made himself proud.
When the squadron left Kamino after the Republic's fall, Wrecker wanted to stay and find you—maybe Hunter hadn't looked hard enough for you. You needed to come with them. Crosshair wasn't, so you simply had too. He wouldn't lose both of you. But, when the Marauder fled off planet, all he had left of you was Lula, the tooka doll you had made him.
When he noted how much Omega missed you and how much he wanted to be an older sibling just like you had been to him, he decided that Lula would be better off with her. After all, they would all see you again, he was sure.
Tech:
Tech often felt comforted by your presence. He calculated that it was due to a stable sibling attachment, specifically an older sibling relationship of which he was the younger sibling looking up to the older one. He also discerned that most of his brothers also had the same attachment, even Crosshair which surprised him and was not in his original hypothesis.
You were the first to notice that Tech needed glasses. He would complain of his eyes being blurry and after you tested his eyesight he returned a few hours later with a diagnosis. He concluded he needed glasses after a long explanation of the eye and how it worked. Of course, you already had his glasses or really goggles readied for him.
You listened, even when he was younger. He knew he was a talkative child, even when he grew up he still wanted to tell you how everything worked. You never complained, never said anything, and just nodded along with interest as he described a complicated equation. The topic of science you both could converse comfortably on, holding a conversation easily when your profession was a scientist.
He wasn't as physically capable as his other brothers, he knew this. But, your encouragement and carefully placed kind words did boost his confidence and he noted a significant happier feeling whenever you would speak to him. Again, with research, he understood the feeling was attributed to the sibling attachment.
When the squadron left Kamino, he was the only one to assure his brothers that you were most likely alive. You were always smart, not as smart as he was, but enough that he was sure you would survive and maybe even got off world before things went south. But, he could not deny there was a chance percentage that the Empire had gotten to you first or Crosshair.
Echo:
The last brother to join the fray, Echo didn't truly meet you until he joined the Bad Batch. He had seen you around Kamino whenever he came home after a mission, particularly with Nala Se but never interacted with you enough to say he knew you. So, when he joined the Bad Batch and learned of your importance to the rest of the squadron to say he was was nervous to meet you was an understatement.
But, he need not worry. You were openly happy to have another member and assured him that he would fit right in with the rest of them—even knowing his name after making sure you at least knew that particular factor about him.
You never asked about what happened to him, but instead there was a silent understanding between the two of you. The understanding started when he awoke from nightmares in the med bay after a particular mission, you calmed him down and assured him that he was safe. You encouraged him to share, but only if he wanted too. He chose not too, you accepted that, and he asked why you hadn't read about it in his report.
"It's really not any of my business. I'd prefer to hear it from you, only you." You said with a smile, hands rested behind your back. "When you're ready and if you never are, that's also fine." He respected you a lot after that and slowly but surely grew to understand why the rest of Clone Force 99 cared about you the way they did.
When the Republic fell, he was the first to note that this new Empire wouldn't take kindly to a Republic Representative and convinced Hunter and the rest to find you immediately. Finding you gone, Echo feared the worst and when they were forced to flee, he dreaded what could've possibly happened to you.
Omega:
You were there when Omega was born and practically helped raise her as Nala Se was...inexperienced in raising a normal human child. Omega adored you, preferring you to Nala Se, and would often listen with interested eyes as you spoke of her brothers. She never met them, Nala Se preferring to keep her away, but you would constantly tell them updates about them.
Once, you had managed to sneak her into a training practice with the rest of Clone Force 99 and she had never been so amazed in all her life. You wished that you could introduce her to them, but Nala Se had threatened to remove her from the project if you did. You never understood why, but you never had asked either.
Omega was particularly interested in learning about other planets, your home, and everything that basically did not exist on Kamino. You told her of dirt, plants, and animals that did not life on the sea covered planet. She listened to every word of it with and hung on to your every world. You told yourself that one day, you'd convince Nala Se to at least take her off Kamino to experience the world.
"Be curious Omega. One day, I'll show you my home planet. You'll love it there, I'm sure. So much to see." Omega listened and repeated those words over and over and nearly everyday she asked if you had inquired to Nala Se about her getting offworld. But, that day never did come.
When Omega ran away with the rest of Clone Force 99, she made sure to grab the small doll you had gifted her for her birthday. She begged that they find you, if they were leaving so should you. But, forced to leave unless they be captured, Omega was forced to finally see offworld without you.
I’m sorry to all the ppl in love with Rex but he just seems like he would be a nightmare boyfriend
He can’t even boil water, I know he asks shit like “would you still love me if I was a worm”, he likes stale crackers as a snack, he comes back from a trip like ”I got you a plant“ and it’s poison oak, he does not see anything wrong with having poison oak as a plant. Rex sleeps like a perfectly still and you’re not sure he’s still breathing, he’s having like a breakdown over his complicated moral code every three days-
Listen, yes he’s so very sweet but oh my god dating him would just be madness
“That’s the appeal” Baby! Rex can’t cook and sometimes he falls asleep in jeans, i just know it-
I mean if that’s what you’re into, more power to you I guess, just please remember to make sure he eats three meals a day bc I know he’ll just forget to eat and then pass out and you don’t need that medical bill-
【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Crosshair x Female! Bounty Hunter! Reader】
【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 and sfw! The reader uses she/her pronouns! There are mentions of injury and blood!】
【ａ／ｎ：This was originally requested by Anonymous to have just an Echo headcanon, but I wanted to do one of these for all the boys so this is part 3 of 5!】
I could feel the wind whipping past my body. The feeling of my stomach flipping over and over filled me with fear. I was falling. I was falling with nothing to save myself with.
I would hit the ground soon.
The world spun by so fast around me, I closed my eyes.
I waited for the impact that would be the end of (Y/N) the bounty hunter.
Would it hurt? Would I hit the ground and be struck with pain? Or would I simply blip into darkness? One simple misstep, a slip of my foot caused me to tumble off the side. How stupid of me.
The sharp reeling sound forced my eyes open, a chord from above—so fast I almost missed it—latched onto my harness. The metal claws digging into the leather around my chest in an attempt to save me.
'The whiplash.' The only thought I could think of before blacked out, hearing the chord pull taught. I didn't feel any pain.
Crosshair paused for a moment, contemplation rippling across his face. His eyes turned down toward his lap and he leaned back in his chair. But, then there was pain. It was all over my body, aching and throbbing with every thump of my heart. My mind spun and writhed in agony, the back of my head felt like a hammer was pounding into my skull. I was alive.
The darkness hadn't lifted, but I could feel warmth. I could feel my mind swirling, trying to make sense of my surroundings but it simply slipped back into inky blankness—I wonder when next I woke, would I be alive still?
"How is she, Tech?" That was Hunter's voice. I know it anywhere. I was still alive or at least I hoped I was. How much time had passed? How long had it been? Through the pounding of my head I heard the faint clicking of a holopad.
I blinked my eyes rapidly, the light assaulting my eyes and causing the world to spin around me. Only the blurriest of shapes danced across my vision.
"She's stable, but her head injury is severe." That was Tech's voice. he continued speaking but my hearing grew fuzzy and unable to discern any more of his words. I sunk back into the comfort of the dark and felt my eyelids drop, but this time my mind struggled to stay awake.
Was Crosshair safe? He almost was hit by those rocks. Was he okay? Was everyone okay? For kriff's sake, stay awake! I have to stay awake. But, I couldn't seem too.
"You idiot. You're a complete utter idiot." Crosshair. He was okay. I could feel the weight of my eyelids, I tried to open them again. "What did I tell you, dikut?"
Mando'a. The word for idiot. His favourite nickname for me.
I could feel my hand. He squeezed it three times. It was our code for 'I love you.' He never was good with words. Always opted for backhanded comments or the occasional bickering instead.
I tried to move any one of my limbs, but I simply couldn't. It was like every ounce of strength I could muster was quickly zapped away by the throbbing in my head. But, I couldn't leave Crosshair without trying.
I used what strength I had left, my mind was slipping away again, and curled my fingers around his. I couldn't see him, but I pictured his face clearly. Intense brown eyes. The tattoo around his right eye. His soft grey hair. A toothpick sitting between his lips. I would wake up soon, I simply had too.
The feeling of a blanket draped over my body greeted me when I woke once again. It was warm and safe, bringing a new found strength back into me. The pain in my head was dull but the pressure was still there, the tips of my fingers tingling slightly.
I blinked my eyes open, the lights above me blinding me for a moment. I tried looking around, but could only make out shapes of white. The smell of cleaner and bleach filled my nose.
How long was I out for? How long had it been? What happened?
"(Y/N), wake up. Just wake up." Came a small whisper from the side of me. "They said you'd be fine, so just wake up already." My eyes flickered toward the left side of my bed. Crosshair was sitting with his eyes turned down toward the edges of my blanket.
There was an edge to his voice that was so small that anyone could miss it. My lips curled up into the smallest of smiles, my mouth opened to speak.
"Hey, Cross." My voice was hoarse and rough. suffice to say it didn't sound pleasant.
Crosshair's head shot up within less that a second, amber eyes staring into my own. I tried moving, but the woozy feeling in my head caused me to wince and stop my attempt all together.
"Easy, the medics have you pumped full of medicine." Crosshair commented, his eyebrows knitting together on his face in one of his classic looks. "You're an idiot, do you know that?" I simply hummed in agreement and blinked my eyes a few more times to get a better sense of the room.
The medbay on Kamino, I'm surprised they even let me in.
"Yes, yes, Cross, I know. I should've gotten you and me safely out of the way of those rocks. But, being a said idiot, my foot slipped."
"At least you remember what happened. I was sure that knock would get rid of anymore of your common sense." Crosshair said with a scoff, leaning back in his chair to get a full look at me.
I hummed, forcing down the urge to retort.
"How long was I out for? I remember falling, a chord catching me, then nothing after that."
"I shot the chord after you fell, it caught your harness, but it wasn't enough to stop the whiplash from hitting your head against a nearby rock." I rubbed the back of my head to feel bandages keeping the sizable bump safely wrapped.
"Certainly feels like that. Where are the others? Are they okay?"
"You should be more worried about yourself, the others are fine. They aren't completely incompetent." My hand fell to rest on my lap, my eyes glaring toward him.
"What's with you all of a sudden? Don't blame this on me, Cross. It was an accident."
"Accidents like that could've gotten you killed, (Y/N). I can take care of myself without you mothering me every second. You're lucky I caught you this time."
"Mothering you?" I echoed incredulously, there was a hot flash of anger beginning to pool in the pit of my stomach. "Mothering you? You're an impossible man, Cross. One minute it's I'm not enough another it's too much. What do you want from me?"
"I want you to know I can take care of myself, (Y/N). I'm not some lost nat-born child."
"I know you can, I'm not saying you can't."
"Then why do you throw yourself into these situations?"
"I don't try too, you know that."
"You look for trouble, it follows you everywhere."
"We're at war, you're a sniperm I'm a bounty hunter for kriff's sake nothing isn't going to be dangerous!"
"I will not be the reason you die. I can't. I will not let that happen."
I opened my mouth until one of the medical droids reached the side of my bed within seconds.
"Miss, please lay back down, you're going to pull out your IV." The robotic voice broke through my thoughts and I looked down at my wrist.
I paused for a moment, my anger dissipating as fast as the words on my tongue. I hadn't noticed I was going to pull my IV from my hand.
Crosshair paused for a moment, contemplation rippling across his face. His eyes turned down toward his lap and he leaned back in his chair.
I nodded to the droid quietly and leaned back onto the bed, the IV line growing slack once again. The droid adjusted the tube before returning elsewhere in the med bay.
We sat in silence for what felt like a minute before I spoke.
"I'm sorry, Cross. I didn't know you felt that way about it- I-" My mind struggled to find the right words.
"I'm sorry too." His voice was so quiet.
"I don't want to see you hurt because of me." Crosshair said under his breath, in almost a whisper. "Kriff's sake, (Y/N), I love you. But, you always place my wellbeing in front of your own. What happens to me if you die? What'll that mean for me?"
I looked down at my hands, I could feel the blood running through the wound in the back of my head.
"I don't know, Cross."
I was a bounty hunter, I lived a dangerous life. It was all I knew. Crosshair lived a dangerous life, he was fighting in an impossible war. It was all he knew. But, now we had something together that forced us to see reason to live. That was terrifying.
"I didn't know this is how you felt, I just wanted to keep you safe like you do for me. You're always watching out for me through that scope of yours. I wanted to do the same."
"Our line of work is never going to be safe, but for kriff's sake, don't go throwing yourself into every reckless option. Save that for that meathead, Wrecker."
I couldn't help but giggle softly, even though it caused my head pain.
"I'll leave that to him from now on, I can't let you sprout more grey hairs." I said with a small laugh and Crosshair rolled his eyes at the comment. He stood from his seat.
"My hair is naturally grey, dikut." He said sharply, placing a soft kiss onto my lips which I smiled into happily. Crosshair's kisses were always sharp and precise with drive behind every single one.
When he pulled away I was left almost breathless.
I carefully held out a hand, Crosshair took it as he sat back in his seat, and I squeezed three times. He responded with his signature three squeezes back.
No sooner than he did, four familiar faces entered the med bay and greeted us with cheerful, relieved smiles.
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