Star Wars G/t

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Ok, I’ve gotten my new account all set up and rebooted all my stories so everything is over there.

Basically, it’s just a lot easier to have my g/t account as my main account as it’s the one I use the most and get the most interaction from.

So, if you like my content and wanna see more, go follow @lxtmelive-gt

I’m keeping this account so that my content isn’t all deleted but I won’t be posting on it anymore!!

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ugh, it would be so much easier if I could just make this my main blog. kinda thinking of just making a new account but I’m like 2 away from 100 followersssssss ugh

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…… I did it

My new account is @lxtmelive-gt

Go follow if you want to see more of my content :)

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ugh, it would be so much easier if I could just make this my main blog. kinda thinking of just making a new account but I'm like 2 away from 100 followersssssss ugh

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I want......to hold himb

I entirely blame @gt-ridel for doing G/T Star Wars art and dragging me into it years after I first saw it. Better late than never?

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Hi your Bad Batch fic gives me life

Ahhhhh thank you!! I’m just about to watch the new episode so hopefully it gives me some inspo!! xx

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Tiny Whumpee Prompts Part 1

Prompts for all of your fairies, borrowers, shrunken!AUs, and any other tiny characters. :D

1. Ovens and stoves and toasters, oh my

2. Tiny wings or tails (if applicable)

3. Those brittle little bones

4. Crushed beneath ____

5. Thrown or dropped

6. Glued or pinned

7. Trapped! In a jar, box, tank, etc.

8. Treated like a pet

9. In a tight grip

10. Animal attack

11. Failed escape attempt

12. Kitchen utensils as whump tools

13. Bathtub or sink

14. A hostile environment

15. Heavy winds

16. Rough handling

17. Accidental whump by an unsuspecting human

18. Cries for help that go unheard

19. A deliberately cruel human

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G/t prompts

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I’ve got a bunch of ideas but my writers block is stopping me from actually writing anything so pls request stuff!

Also, would be really cool to see others reblog so I can see how other g/t writers would interpret these prompts.

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1. “You’re - uh - you’re... big/small...”

2. “Stop looking at me like that.”

3. “It’s ok... I’m here now.”

4. “I would never hurt you.”

5. “CAREFUL!”

6. “How many times do I need to tell you before you believe it?”

7. “Look at them, just standing there... being all tall and stupid.”

8. “Just get rid of them!”

9. “I’m not going to leave.”

10. “You’re about as intimidating as a teddy bear, but sure - whatever you say.”

11. “Usually, before you speak, people do this cool thing called thinking!”

12. “Tiny ears! Remember?!”

13. “What if I didn’t catch you?!”

14. “Fine! Leave! See if I care!”

15. “Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they needs her sleep.”

16. “You’re tiny! Who knows what that much drink will do?”

17. “Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

18. “Stop pretending to be asleep!”

19. “I’m exhausted.”

20. “I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

21. “Well, aren’t you fascinating.”

22. “Hold on!”

23. “You’re gonna be ok, I promise.”

24. “Ow! Quit grabbing my hair.” “Quit jostling your shoulder so much then!”

25. “It’s just... I’m not a pet.”

26. “I’m not that scary, am I?”

27. “Is that what I look like to you?”

28. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

29. “Would you rather be huge or tiny?”

30. “This is normal! Maybe not to you but it is to me!”

31. “Stop running!”

32. “Hey! What did we say about the teeth?!”

33. “What are you hiding behind your back?” “... no one- uh - nothing...”

34. “Sorry you had to see that.”

35. “Did they fall asleep in your hand?”

36. “What do you want me to do about it? I’m three inches tall.”

37. “Oh, you don’t fit? Shame.”

38. “I shouldn’t have shouted.”

39. “You’re gonna fall!”

40. “I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me...”

41. “I’m... I’m stuck.”

42. “You could ask!?”

43. “It’s just a hand.”

44. “You’re very brave.”

45. “Shhh... just sleep... you’re safe.”

46. “You’re... too... heavy!”

47. “Your hand is comfy.”

48. *screams very loudly for basically no reason*

49. Don’t touch them!”

50. “No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

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To all my fellow artist/writers/content creators on Tumblr

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In light of the most recent bad batch episode, I’ve just realised I previously had no idea where any of them slept. They’re literally on SHELVES in the main corridor of the ship?!?

Lol no thanks, I’m gonna stick to the bunk room I use in my fics ahahaha

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I was going through my notes app, here's some gt story ideas I had circa 2016, go fetch

A fairy senses a wereolf nearby in the woods and starts to flee, then realizes that this is a terrified freshly-bitten human going through their first transformation. Fairy tentatively sticks around to see if they can be of some help.

Astral-projecting person gets gravely injured and found by a giant. Astral-projector can only observe helplessly. They are certain they're done for, but watches in shock as the giant nurses them back to health.

A human doesn't hold up their end of a deal with fairies. The human is trapped in their home with only fae food to eat. They have a choice to either starve, or eat the food and become a fairy.

A giant actor hasn't had a chance to truly talk with the leading lady of the film. He works up the courage to go up to her and accidentally gushes about how honored he is to work with her and how he admires her work. The actress asks him if he's got all that out of his system, he can go find the actress on the other side of the set; the one he's been talking to is her stunt double, and she hopes he can catch her better than he can introduce himself.

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Rex and Álaba with prompt #16

Your writing is amazing by the way!

Ahhh thank you so much! :)

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A Shot Glass Sized Problem

Prompt 16 - “You’re tiny! Who know what that much drink will do?”

Warnings - alcohol consumption

Words - 1.5k

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While there were whispers from all clone battalions about the 501st’s little friend, Rex had made sure that his men knew that Àlaba was a secret. He was not ashamed or embarrassed of her - he just knew that if the enemy caught wind of such a vulnerable asset, they could use her against them.

He would not let that happen.

So that meant when the 501st interacted with other battalions, Àlaba usually had to stay behind. They had been awarded some down time in Coruscant and so many of them had planned to go to the clone bar, 79s.

"How long have we been stuck in the outer rim?" Fives said, nudging his captain. "Come on, Rex, live a little." Rex shook his head but laughed all the same.

"Someone's gotta keep this one company," he replied, cocking his head towards the tiny on his shoulder. Àlaba looked up as Rex's shoulder flexed a little. She tended to zone out sometimes whenever Rex started speaking basic.

"Dè? (What?)" she asked, seeing that Fives' eyes were on her.

"Um." It was still fairly early into Àlaba and Rex's friendship - he was no where near fluent just yet. "Tha am bhalaich," he said slowly, "Uh - ag iarraidh... uh - falbh... oidche?"

She stared up at him. What he said had roughly translated to - the boy is wanting, go away, night.

Rex knew from the look on her face that he had made very little sense. He sighed, feeling that frustration of being wrong rising up within him. "Falcair," said Àlaba, knowing how annoyed Rex would get with himself when he got something wrong. Rex knew what that would meant - it meant dictionary.

He shot a glance at Fives, who was watching with interest. Rex could feel his cheeks ringing pink but he pushed past it for Àlaba's sake.

He opened the bag he had taken to carrying out with him and pulled out the almost comically large book of tiny languages. He skimmed to the last section titled 'Small Tandalian.' He set it down on the table in front of him with a loud thud and searched.

"Tha na balaich (the boys)," he read, realising he hadn't used the plural form before. He flicked another couple of pages and searched for words until he felt confident enough to speak again. "Tha na bhalaich ag iarraidh a dhol a-mach a-nochd (the boys are wanting to go out tonight)."

Àlaba nodded encouragingly. "Ach (but)," he continued, "Chan eil mi a' falbh (I am not going)."

"Carson? (Why?)" she asked. Rex thought for a moment.

"Oil chan urrain dhu (because you can't)," he said simply. Fives was watching the exchange with utmost curiosity. He knew Rex somethings felt nervous about speaking Àlaba's language in front of others but in all honesty, Fives just thought it proved how great a leader he was.

Àlaba's brow furrowed. "Thèid thu (you go)," she told him.

"Àlaba-"

"Ir (go)," she said sternly. "Bidh mi ceart gu lèor (I will be fine)."

Everyone knew there was never any point in arguing with Àlaba. Once her mind was made up, there was nothing you could do to change it (Rex had learned that the hard way). So Rex ended up going 70's with Fives and some of the others. He had left Àlaba in his quarters where she would be safe.

Despite her insistence that Rex go, she did feel a little lonely that evening. She wished she could hang out with the boys the same way someone big could. She knew that, no matter how much of her language Rex learned, there would always be a barrier between them. He would never truly understand what it was like to be her - to be so small.

She didn't like being alone. She had been alone for far too long before Rex. How long would he be gone with the others? Her mind began to race in solitude. She hadn't had to fall asleep in a room by herself in a long time - she didn't know if she would be able to without him.

She glanced over the edge of the bedside table she was sat on. Below her was a drawer that was ever so slightly ajar. She kicked at it and it opened a little more. Hmm, she thought as she saw what was inside, well if Rex can go out and have fun, she can have some fun of her own.

Rex returned to his room a few hours later. He hadn't felt right about leaving Àlaba by herself whilst everyone else went out for drinks. He hadn't drank anything himself (maker knew at least one of the boys had to stay sober to ensure no one was arrested) and so, his head was clear as he sat down on his bed.

He looked at his bedside table, expecting to see Àlaba in the tiny bed that Tup had fashioned for her... only she wasn't there.

"Àlaba?" He called out, a seed of worry planting in his stomach. The seed only grew when he received no response. "Àlaba?!"

There was a soft knocking on wood coming from the drawer in his bedside table. The thing was closed shut but Rex could've sworn he heard something. There! There it was again. Only, this time it was quickly followed by a a muffled groan of someone who had clearly just walked into a wall.

He slowly opened the drawer and, sure enough, there sat Àlaba. "Àlaba, what are..."

She was giggling.

Rex leaned over to get a better look at her. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyelids looked heavy, and her... hair was wet? What on earth...?

That's when he spotted the small liquor bottle he kept in there. It was empty.

He quickly put two and two together. "Àlaba!" He scooped her out of the drawer with one hand and the bottle with the other. He held her in a loose fist in front of his face. He could smell the strong stench of alcohol on her breath, in her hair, and all down her clothes. He took a heavy sigh. "Ok," he said slowly. "How much did you drink, and how much did you spill down yourself?"

She started giggling again. Rex set down the empty bottle and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could barely communicate with her at the best of times - how the hell was he meant to do it when she was steaming?

She began to speak very quickly with slurred words. It was absolute nonsense to Rex's ears. He didn't pick out even a single word. "Àlaba," he said, his eyes closing as she rambled on and on. She didn't falter at the sound of her name. "Àlaba? Àl- oh Kriff." He put his head in his free hand - he had left her for just a few hours and here she was... shitfaced.

"It's dangerous, you know," he said. If she was going to ramble aimlessly in a language he barely understood, so was he. "Someone like you has gotta be careful, and you can't be careful if you're drunk. I don't even want to know how much of that bottle you actually drank. As long as you didn't open-"

His knees accidentally hit the open drawer and he could've sworn he saw a teeny bit of liquor splash out. He dared to look inside (Àlaba still babbling away) and his heart sunk. His second bottle was also empty. "Àlaba!" He shouted, his voice unusually stern. She went quiet instantly. "You're tiny! Who knows what that much drink will do?!"

She stared up at him from his fist. Had she been sober, she probably would have shouted back at him. But she wasn't - she was, in fact, extremely drunk. And here was Rex, and he was angry.

Her bottom lip stuck out and began to quiver.

"Oh, kriff," Rex muttered. She began to bawl. They weren't small, cute sniffles - they were howling, snotty cries. Rex felt a pang of guilt but knew the overreaction was a result of the drink. "Àlaba?" He said, a little bit of panic seeping its way into his voice. She continued to wail. "Àl- Àlaba, come on now. You just- I'm- ugh, come here."

With a slight roll of his eyes, he brought her close to his chest and lay down against his headboard. He was suddenly extremely thankful that his rank had awarded him private quarters. With his hand, he switched off the light and tried to soothe her to a drunken slumber by gently stroking her back.

He could feel her digging into the fabric of his blacks, as if she was trying to disappear within them.

After a while, the crying stopped. Rex sighed a sigh of relief - maybe he would finally get some sleep.

Then she started giggling again.

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10. “You’re about as intimidating as a teddy bear, but sure - whatever you say. " with meera and Crosshairs. Sorry if I am bothering with the requests.

Sorry this took so long!! And don’t you dare apologise for requesting!!!! Give me more!!! :)

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"Crosshair?"

Crosshair open a singular eye. Before him, standing at just three inches on his pillow, was Meera. She was shivering despite her thick poncho. He supposed it was a little cold. He had his blanket pulled up to his chin and - for such a chilly man - he looked surprisingly cosy.

He closed his eye.

"The ship better be on fire," he said. Meera had done this before. Cross wasn't stupid, he knew the signs of a nightmare.

"Sorry."

He pushed past sleep and forced himself to open both his eyes. Usually, when Meera turned up on his pillow following a bad dream, all it would take was one snarky comment to bring her back down to earth. Tonight was... different.

"Sorry?" He asked. "What kind of a comeback is sorry?" She just stared at him with her big, wide eyes. Crosshair sighed thickly and rolled his eyes. "Come 'ere."

He sat up and snatched Meera up in one fluid movement. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers wrapped around - all of this was unprecedented for both of them. Meera had come a long way from the fearful little creature she had been when they had first met - and Crosshair had come a long way from the terrifying giant who had stuffed her in a jar. But Crosshair had never been in the position to comfort Meera before.

Usually she went to one of the others. Hunter was probably the first choice with Tech not too far behind him. And if no one was awake, Wrecker's bed was just a jump away - which was no problem due to her armour. Even Echo, who was new and unfamiliar, seemed to have a way with tinies. Crosshair supposed that was because of that old tiny Echo used to know before the citadel that he didn't like talking about.

He silently wondered why she had come to him tonight.

He didn't hold her against his chest like the others probably would have. His heartbeat would have grounded her and probably lulled her to sleep. Instead, he held her on his palm in front of him so he could get a decent look at her. 

"I can wake up Hunter," he told her. "Or Tech, if you'd like? I would offer to try wake up Wrecker as well but you know as well as anyone that once the big guy's asleep-"

"Just you is fine."

Her voice was quiet and it still shook in time with her body. The tiny weight in Crosshair's hand almost felt like it was vibrating. 

"Why me?" He almost didn't want to ask the question. The sniper was not one for vulnerability yet the way his voice whispered the question exposed a deep insecurity from within him. He liked to joke that he was Meera's least favourite but deep down, he feared it was true. 

"Hmm?" she asked. He sighed, leaning back against the headboard a little.

"My bunk's the furtherest away," he said. "Plus, I'm obviously a very scary and intimidating man." He said this with a smile and a sarcastically playful tone - though Meera wasn't sure how genuine the joke was. She suspected (with great accuracy) that that was how Crosshair saw himself when next to her.

"You're about as intimidating as a teddy bear but sure, whatever you say," she told him. That was more like it, Crosshair thought. She was definitely starting to look a little less shaken. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes and sighed - his face staring back down at her expectantly. "My dream was about you."

This struck Crosshair. He hadn't been expecting that. He had figured she had gone to each of the other's bunks and somehow failed to wake them up - he had been so sure he had been a last resort for comfort. But no - she had sought him out because her dream had been about him.

"On you go then," he said, setting her down on his knee - which he bent a little to get her to a decent height - and folded his arms. She got comfy, adjusting to the new surface beneath her, and began to retell her dream. 

"A mission had gone wrong," she said. "Just like it had when we tried to infiltrate Admiral Trench's base. I got captured-"

"We would just rescue you like we did before," he said dismissively. "It stupid to worry about things that aren't going to happen."

"Well you tried to," she said, heat rising in her cheeks. "But, like before, you all got captured-"

"Right, we didn't all get captured," he said, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a toothpick. He placed it between his teeth. "Wrecker got you and the rest of us out no problem. Plus, now we've got Echo as well - he wouldn't have gotten-"

"Well all of you got captured this time," she butt in, a little frustrated with how dismissive he was being right now. She was telling him something that was very clearly difficult to tell and he was just being so... Crosshair about it. 

Her tone of voice, which was suddenly a lot more serious and a lot less wobbly, made him listen.

"I was stuck in a cage," she said. "I felt smaller than I ever have in my entire life. A group of droids brought the five of you into the room. You were all battered and bruised, and I was shouting for you but none of you could hear me. You were all ignoring me, like I wasn't even there. I managed to catch Wrecker's eye and he looked at me like he didn't know me - like he didn't care."

Crosshair could see that tears were beginning to well up in her eyes at the memory of it. 

"They killed you." Her voice was low - so low in fact that Crosshair almost didn't hear her at all. "The droids shot you and you died. None of the others reacted - nobody would listen to me. I was screaming for them to help you but... they just stood there, waiting to be shot as well."

It was almost as if the engine of the ship had shut off - that's how quiet the bunk room seemed in that moment. Wrecker's snores sounded miles away. Crosshair wasn't looking at Meera and Meera was not looking at him. Slowly, she felt a warm hand wrap around her and she was lifted off his knee and held close against his chest - just like Hunter would've done. His heartbeat filled her ears and the vibrations shook her chest. 

She looked up at the underside of his jaw. "I died?" He asked. Meera nodded. Though he wasn't looking at her, he felt the minuscule movement against his chest. He let out a low chuckle that seemed more like a simple exhale of air - there was certainly no humour in it. "Well, that's just insulting."

She laughed in a similar fashion. 

His chest moved as he sighed and Meera had to grab on to the fabric of his blacks to keep her balance. When she released the thin material, her living platform rose and she was held in front of his face. "You're dream was stupid," he told her. "First of all, we wouldn't let you captured again and even if you did, we would find you. Sure, maybe a few of us would get captured in the process but to all five. We would get out, just like we always do."

He took a deep breath as he waited for her to nod. "And none of us are going to die," he said finally. "Especially not at the hands of a droid. Alright?"

"Alright," she said, surprised to find that she was biting back a smile. He was right - as long as she was with the Batch, she didn't have anything to worry about.

"Come on," he said as he began to move to get up. He felt  two tiny  hands wrap tightly around his thumb, and froze, glancing down at her. "What?"

The heat returned to her face. She looked down at the ground - which to her was Crosshair's palm. "What?" He asked again, feigning annoyance like he so often did around her. 

"Can I stay?" She asked. He raised an eyebrow at her and she finally met his eye. "Hunter usually lets me stay." He scoffed.

"What? Here?" He asked. She nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she anticipated his refusal.

"Please?" She had been told that being only three inches tall made her cute. She had been slightly insulted at the time but now, she was going to use it to her advantage. She made her eyes seem bigger and stared up at him. 

He rolled his eyes but truthfully, it was just an excuse to stop looking at her. Who could say no to a face like that?

"If you mention this to anyone-"

"I won't!" She assured him - a giddy smile creeping its way up on to her face. 

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. The smile exploded across her expression and she hugged the thumb she was already clinging to. 

"Thank you," she told him as he settled back down beneath the covers.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, resting her against his chest and using his hand as a makeshift blanket. The real blanket beneath her muffled his heartbeat some but it was a welcomed comfort. She snuggled into the warm material and closed her eyes.

Although she wouldn't have been able to tell from where she was lying, Crosshair's eyes didn't leave the tiny form on his chest. He waited, feeling for any trembling or any signs that she wasn't fully feeling better. All he got was the steady rise and fall of her own chest which signalled she had fallen asleep. His eyes quickly darted around the room, making sure everyone was still asleep before he spoke. 

"Night," he muttered under his breath.

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The nightmares did not return that night.

Meet slept peacefully through to the morning (where yet morning was in hyperspace).

She awoke, however, to a terrifying sight. Beneath her, where Crosshair’s chest should have been, was a sheer drop. For a moment, she thought she might be falling through the air but she soon realised she was being suspended loosely from within Crosshair’s grasp.

Daring to turn her head an inch, she saw what had happened. Crosshair wasn’t a rock like Wrecker was when he slept - nor was he so sensitive to even the smallest movements like Hunter. In his sleep, he had turned over, subconsciously grabbed Meera off his chest, and was currently dangling his arm off the side of his bunk.

This wouldn’t have been too big an issue but Meera was currently not wearing Tech’s fall proof armour (opting for some thicker clothes to wear under her poncho as she slept).

One wrong move and she would be sent tumbling down to her doom.

“Crosshair?” She said, extremely conscious of the fact that even the simple act of waking up might cause Crosshair’s hold to loosen. “Cross?”

She managed to manoeuvres such a way that his face came into view. It was half smushed into his pillow and he looked very much asleep except...

The bastard was trying to not smile.

He was awake.

“This is not funny!” She called over to him. The loose fist closed up around her and his eyes opened.

“Yes it is,” he said. She huffed.

“Yeah well, you won’t be laughing when I tell the others how great you were at comforting the tiny after she had a big bad dream in the middle of the night.”

The fist definitely closed tighter than it needed to.

“Try me, tiny.”

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10. “You’re about as intimidating as a teddy bear, but sure - whatever you say. " with meera and Crosshairs. Sorry if I am bothering with the requests.

Sorry this took so long!! And don’t you dare apologise for requesting!!!! Give me more!!! :)

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"Crosshair?"

Crosshair open a singular eye. Before him, standing at just three inches on his pillow, was Meera. She was shivering despite her thick poncho. He supposed it was a little cold. He had his blanket pulled up to his chin and - for such a chilly man - he looked surprisingly cosy.

He closed his eye.

"The ship better be on fire," he said. Meera had done this before. Cross wasn't stupid, he knew the signs of a nightmare.

"Sorry."

He pushed past sleep and forced himself to open both his eyes. Usually, when Meera turned up on his pillow following a bad dream, all it would take was one snarky comment to bring her back down to earth. Tonight was... different.

"Sorry?" He asked. "What kind of a comeback is sorry?" She just stared at him with her big, wide eyes. Crosshair sighed thickly and rolled his eyes. "Come 'ere."

He sat up and snatched Meera up in one fluid movement. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers wrapped around - all of this was unprecedented for both of them. Meera had come a long way from the fearful little creature she had been when they had first met - and Crosshair had come a long way from the terrifying giant who had stuffed her in a jar. But Crosshair had never been in the position to comfort Meera before.

Usually she went to one of the others. Hunter was probably the first choice with Tech not too far behind him. And if no one was awake, Wrecker's bed was just a jump away - which was no problem due to her armour. Even Echo, who was new and unfamiliar, seemed to have a way with tinies. Crosshair supposed that was because of that old tiny Echo used to know before the citadel that he didn't like talking about.

He silently wondered why she had come to him tonight.

He didn't hold her against his chest like the others probably would have. His heartbeat would have grounded her and probably lulled her to sleep. Instead, he held her on his palm in front of him so he could get a decent look at her. 

"I can wake up Hunter," he told her. "Or Tech, if you'd like? I would offer to try wake up Wrecker as well but you know as well as anyone that once the big guy's asleep-"

"Just you is fine."

Her voice was quiet and it still shook in time with her body. The tiny weight in Crosshair's hand almost felt like it was vibrating. 

"Why me?" He almost didn't want to ask the question. The sniper was not one for vulnerability yet the way his voice whispered the question exposed a deep insecurity from within him. He liked to joke that he was Meera's least favourite but deep down, he feared it was true. 

"Hmm?" she asked. He sighed, leaning back against the headboard a little.

"My bunk's the furtherest away," he said. "Plus, I'm obviously a very scary and intimidating man." He said this with a smile and a sarcastically playful tone - though Meera wasn't sure how genuine the joke was. She suspected (with great accuracy) that that was how Crosshair saw himself when next to her.

"You're about as intimidating as a teddy bear but sure, whatever you say," she told him. That was more like it, Crosshair thought. She was definitely starting to look a little less shaken. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes and sighed - his face staring back down at her expectantly. "My dream was about you."

This struck Crosshair. He hadn't been expecting that. He had figured she had gone to each of the other's bunks and somehow failed to wake them up - he had been so sure he had been a last resort for comfort. But no - she had sought him out because her dream had been about him.

"On you go then," he said, setting her down on his knee - which he bent a little to get her to a decent height - and folded his arms. She got comfy, adjusting to the new surface beneath her, and began to retell her dream. 

"A mission had gone wrong," she said. "Just like it had when we tried to infiltrate Admiral Trench's base. I got captured-"

"We would just rescue you like we did before," he said dismissively. "It stupid to worry about things that aren't going to happen."

"Well you tried to," she said, heat rising in her cheeks. "But, like before, you all got captured-"

"Right, we didn't all get captured," he said, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a toothpick. He placed it between his teeth. "Wrecker got you and the rest of us out no problem. Plus, now we've got Echo as well - he wouldn't have gotten-"

"Well all of you got captured this time," she butt in, a little frustrated with how dismissive he was being right now. She was telling him something that was very clearly difficult to tell and he was just being so... Crosshair about it. 

Her tone of voice, which was suddenly a lot more serious and a lot less wobbly, made him listen.

"I was stuck in a cage," she said. "I felt smaller than I ever have in my entire life. A group of droids brought the five of you into the room. You were all battered and bruised, and I was shouting for you but none of you could hear me. You were all ignoring me, like I wasn't even there. I managed to catch Wrecker's eye and he looked at me like he didn't know me - like he didn't care."

Crosshair could see that tears were beginning to well up in her eyes at the memory of it. 

"They killed you." Her voice was low - so low in fact that Crosshair almost didn't hear her at all. "The droids shot you and you died. None of the others reacted - nobody would listen to me. I was screaming for them to help you but... they just stood there, waiting to be shot as well."

It was almost as if the engine of the ship had shut off - that's how quiet the bunk room seemed in that moment. Wrecker's snores sounded miles away. Crosshair wasn't looking at Meera and Meera was not looking at him. Slowly, she felt a warm hand wrap around her and she was lifted off his knee and held close against his chest - just like Hunter would've done. His heartbeat filled her ears and the vibrations shook her chest. 

She looked up at the underside of his jaw. "I died?" He asked. Meera nodded. Though he wasn't looking at her, he felt the minuscule movement against his chest. He let out a low chuckle that seemed more like a simple exhale of air - there was certainly no humour in it. "Well, that's just insulting."

She laughed in a similar fashion. 

His chest moved as he sighed and Meera had to grab on to the fabric of his blacks to keep her balance. When she released the thin material, her living platform rose and she was held in front of his face. "You're dream was stupid," he told her. "First of all, we wouldn't let you captured again and even if you did, we would find you. Sure, maybe a few of us would get captured in the process but to all five. We would get out, just like we always do."

He took a deep breath as he waited for her to nod. "And none of us are going to die," he said finally. "Especially not at the hands of a droid. Alright?"

"Alright," she said, surprised to find that she was biting back a smile. He was right - as long as she was with the Batch, she didn't have anything to worry about.

"Come on," he said as he began to move to get up. He felt  two tiny  hands wrap tightly around his thumb, and froze, glancing down at her. "What?"

The heat returned to her face. She looked down at the ground - which to her was Crosshair's palm. "What?" He asked again, feigning annoyance like he so often did around her. 

"Can I stay?" She asked. He raised an eyebrow at her and she finally met his eye. "Hunter usually lets me stay." He scoffed.

"What? Here?" He asked. She nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she anticipated his refusal.

"Please?" She had been told that being only three inches tall made her cute. She had been slightly insulted at the time but now, she was going to use it to her advantage. She made her eyes seem bigger and stared up at him. 

He rolled his eyes but truthfully, it was just an excuse to stop looking at her. Who could say no to a face like that?

"If you mention this to anyone-"

"I won't!" She assured him - a giddy smile creeping its way up on to her face. 

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. The smile exploded across her expression and she hugged the thumb she was already clinging to. 

"Thank you," she told him as he settled back down beneath the covers.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, resting her against his chest and using his hand as a makeshift blanket. The real blanket beneath her muffled his heartbeat some but it was a welcomed comfort. She snuggled into the warm material and closed her eyes.

Although she wouldn't have been able to tell from where she was lying, Crosshair's eyes didn't leave the tiny form on his chest. He waited, feeling for any trembling or any signs that she wasn't fully feeling better. All he got was the steady rise and fall of her own chest which signalled she had fallen asleep. His eyes quickly darted around the room, making sure everyone was still asleep before he spoke. 

"Night," he muttered under his breath.

———

The nightmares did not return that night.

Meet slept peacefully through to the morning (where yet morning was in hyperspace).

She awoke, however, to a terrifying sight. Beneath her, where Crosshair’s chest should have been, was a sheer drop. For a moment, she thought she might be falling through the air but she soon realised she was being suspended loosely from within Crosshair’s grasp.

Daring to turn her head an inch, she saw what had happened. Crosshair wasn’t a rock like Wrecker was when he slept - nor was he so sensitive to even the smallest movements like Hunter. In his sleep, he had turned over, subconsciously grabbed Meera off his chest, and was currently dangling his arm off the side of his bunk.

This wouldn’t have been too big an issue but Meera was currently not wearing Tech’s fall proof armour (opting for some thicker clothes to wear under her poncho as she slept).

One wrong move and she would be sent tumbling down to her doom.

“Crosshair?” She said, extremely conscious of the fact that even the simple act of waking up might cause Crosshair’s hold to loosen. “Cross?”

She managed to manoeuvres such a way that his face came into view. It was half smushed into his pillow and he looked very much asleep except...

The bastard was trying to not smile.

He was awake.

“This is not funny!” She called over to him. The loose fist closed up around her and his eyes opened.

“Yes it is,” he said. She huffed.

“Yeah well, you won’t be laughing when I tell the others how great you were at comforting the tiny after she had a big bad dream in the middle of the night.”

The fist definitely closed tighter than it needed to.

“Try me, tiny.”

[wredundant-writer]

Write fanfiction guiltlessly. Do it not only because it’s good practice, not only because you don’t feel like putting your energy into original stuff, but because you do feel like putting your energy into fandom. Write fanfics of epic proportions or tiny one-shots; write fluff or angst or cliches or tropes; publish the roughest version or keep the twelfth draft for only yourself. Do it without feeling bad. You owe no one anything; the act of creation is a gift in and of itself, and it doesn’t matter if you’re creating fanfic or original stories or whatever else you want. All that matters is you enjoy it, because why else would you do it at the end of the day?

Write fanfiction guiltlessly.

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So your writing actually made me watch bad batch and now I’m watching clone wars and I’m oBSESSED so THANK YOU FOR MY NEW FIXATION WITH YOUR AMAZING WRITING 💙💙💙

WHAT OMG YOURE KIDDING - that is so cool and such a great compliment!!!! Im not gonna cry (I’m absolutely gonna cry)

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Accidental Kidnapping

This is an OC crossover featuring both Meera (from the Bad Batch series) and Àlaba (from the language barrier series)

Words - 2k

(This will probs have more than one part)

———

Hunter liked Rex a lot. The man was admirable, strong, a good leader. In many ways, he reminded him of himself. After a particularly difficult mission in which the two of them had worked together, he made his way over to congratulate him on a job well done.

He said goodbye to the other Batch members (Meera had stayed behind on the ship) and made his way over to the Captain.

Had Hunter not had exceptionally good eyesight, he probably wouldn't have seen the tiny hand that quickly disappeared beneath the opening of a pocket Rex had. Hunter stopped in his tracks. Why the hell did Rex have Meera? How the hell did he have her? She had been on the ship the entire time, there was no way...

Hunter steadied himself. He had to be smart about this. He couldn't just waltz up to him and demand to see the tiny person Rex had imprisoned in his pocket. So he strolled over, with as casual a walk as he could muster.

"Rex," he said, clapping the man on the chest. "Good job out there today." As he patted his chest, he very subtly snuck Meera out of the pocket and into his closed fist. He made sure not to press down too hard. With his good hearing, he heard her yelp a little.

"Thank you, Sargent," said Rex, none the wiser. "Your squad was effective, as usual." Hunter faked a smile.

"And the 501st lived up to its reputation," he said back. "I hope to work with you again soon."

"As do I."

With that, Hunter hurried off as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. He kept Meera cupped in his hands, shielding her from view. He could feel her struggling inside, her hands scratching at his hands. "It's me," he whispered to the clasped hands. He bit his tongue as he felt her sink her teeth into one of his fingers. "Meera, it's me."

She was understandably stressed. God knows what had happened for her to end up in Rex's pocket.

So he forgave the pinches his hands suffered and comm'd Tech. "Is the ship ready to leave?" He asked.

"Yes," Tech replied. "You might want to get back here quickly. Meera-"

"I know, it's alright," he said quickly. "Just have everything ready - I wanna be in the air before the door's even finished closing."

Hunter arrived (Meera's fighting had not let up) and the second his feet hit the floor of the ship, they took off. "What was the hurry?" A voice asked. Hunter turned around to face them and the sight he was greeted with made his stomach drop.

The Batch were all there. They were all laughing. Crosshair was leaning against the ship, Tech was shaking his head from the pilot seat - a grin on his face, Echo looked like he was trying to hide his smile, and Wrecker? Wrecker was holding Meera on his palm.

Meera spotted Hunter and waved. She was dressed in Tech's perfected fall resistant armour. "Spoil sport," she grinned. "Wrecker was gonna see how high he could throw me." Her smile faltered however when she saw the look on his face.

"I told them it was a bad idea," said Tech, thinking Hunter's expression was merely a result of his disapproval.

"No, I told them it was a bad idea," Echo corrected. "You encouraged them - said it would make for a good experiment."

Hunter's eyes betrayed him as he glanced down at his clasped hands. The fighting had stopped and had been replaced with trembling.

"Whatcha got there?" Crosshair asked, an eyebrow arched. Everyone's eyes fell on his closed hands. He didn't know what to say and so, simply answered,

"Meera."

Meera looked puzzled. "What?"

"I've got... you in my hands," he said. "Or at least, I thought-"

"Did you kidnap a random tiny?!" She exclaimed. Hunter cringed.

"Oh my," said Tech.

"You did what?" Said Echo.

Hunter opened his mouth but no words came out. "Well let them out then!" Said Meera.

Hunter almost didn't want to. He wanted to keep on believing it was Meera in his hands. Because the alternative was that he had accidentally kidnapped a tiny that likely stayed with Rex and the 501st.

Slowly, he opened his hands.

Sure enough, the girl sitting on his palm was not Meera. This one had skin that was dark, but not as dark as Meera's, and long blonde hair. She had a round face and big brown eyes that stared up at him in both fear and anger.

Guilt hit him like a tidal wave.

"Kriff," said Echo, almost in disbelief.

"Set her down," Meera instructed. Wordlessly, Hunter complied and gently set the girl down on the desk surface. Wrecker set Meera down next to her.

Meera went to help the girl steady herself but she was pushed back. The girl looked to be roughy the same age as her, maybe a little younger, and she was furious. Her wide eyes, which had appeared fearful to Hunter, looked insulted and rage filled. The tears and the shaking were a product of anger.

Meera tried to reach out towards her again but she slapped at her approaching hands. "Hey, it's ok!" Meera tried. The girl's eyes shot towards the Batch. "They're safe, they're good!"

The girl responded with words Meera didn't understand. She groaned. This was going to be a lot harder if the tiny didn't speak Basic. "I'm Meera," she said, pointing to her chest. "Meera. This is Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, and-"

"Àlaba?"

Everyone turned to stare at Echo, including the girl.

"What?" Said Crosshair. Echo swallowed hard.

"This is Àlaba," he said. The girl stilled at the mention of her name. She stared up at Echo, her brows furrowing in a demanding fashion. He approached the surface where the two Tinies stood, and kneeled down to get a better look at her. The girl, Àlaba, took a few steps backwards, her face untrusting. "When Rex didn't mention you, I thought you had... I didn't want to bring you up in case it was a touchy subject."

She stared at him and he chuckled.

"I guess I look a little different to the last time you saw me," he admitted. He held his hand over his chest. "It's Echo."

The grumpy look on Àlaba's face was wiped away in an instant. It was replaced with one of confusion, of sadness, of awe. "Echo?" She said. He nodded. This time, when tears filled her eyes, they were not from anger.

She had only known Echo briefly before he had 'died.' She had always liked Fives and wherever Fives went, Echo had went. He had been quieter and so, he had fallen into the background. His appearance was unfamiliar to her but the soft expression he wore made her mind flood with memories.

"You know her then?" Hunter asked. "From before you..."

"Yeah," he said. "Rex found her on this planet that had nearly been wiped out by the war. She would've died if he hadn't helped her." She stood up straighter at the mention of Rex.

"Rex," she said. Though no one else could, Meera could see clear on her tiny face that she was concentrating very hard - likely trying to find the right words. "Where Rex?" Echo looked over his shoulder.

"Tech, turn this ship around,” he said. “Now. Rex is probably freaking out.”

“I’ll do it,” said Hunter quickly, eager to get away from Àlaba’s glare. Her expression kept changing - awe-filled, familiar looks at Echo; wary, untrusting looks at Meera; and that famous dagger glare at Hunter.

He was out of the room before anyone could say anything. Crosshair smirked at the rare opportunity to see his sergeant so panicked. The sniper stepped forward and kneeled down next to Echo to get a better look at this new tiny. The glare she had given to Hunter was now being used on Crosshair.

He liked this new tiny - she was tough and angry and didn’t care who knew it. Meera had been a lot more... wide eyed.

“So this one doesn’t speak basic?” He asked Echo.

“This one has a name,” he said. “And yes, she doesn’t speak basic.

“Perhaps I can help,” said Tech, who also kneeled down. He flipped a visor over his goggles and a series of letters appeared before his eyes. “Hay-low, tha-me-tech.”

Her brows went from furrowed to confused. Echo and Crosshair both looked at Tech. “Uh..” He repeated the phrase but nothing changed in Àlaba’s face. “Maybe I have the wrong dialect,” he said.

Before Tech could change any of the settings on his visor, Wrecker pushed his way between tech and Crosshair so that all four of them were kneeling down before the two tinies.

“You’re doing it wrong,” said Wrecker. Àlaba took a few steps back at the large movement and the giant’s loud voice. Meera moved towards her, offering a reassuring hand on her shoulder (which Àlaba immediately pushed off).

Wrecker ripped the visor off of Tech’s head and showed it to Àlaba, letting her read what it said. “Halo, tha mi Tech?” She read aloud, correcting Tech’s poor pronunciation. She jumped back as the words changed to show what she had said, but in Basic.

The translation was clumsy. Hello, me is Tech.

No one looked very impressed. Tech’s cheeks went red and he laughed awkwardly. “I suppose there hasn’t been a lot of research into tiny languages.”

Hunter came rushing back into the room. “We can’t go back!” He said, slightly panicked.

“What?” Meera demanded. “Why?”

“We’re low on fuel,” Hunter explained. “We’ve not got enough to make the trip back through hyperspace - our best bet is drop out of it now and land at the nearest port.”

Tech stood. “You’re right, if we drop out now we should be close to the Veelan system.” He moved towards the door. “And, by the way, we’re probably low on fuel because you insisted we take off as quickly as possible.” Now it was Hunter’s turn to go red. As Tech disappeared off to pilot the ship, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker bit back laughter.

“Shut up,” Hunter muttered as he took Tech’s place in front of Meera and Àlaba. He looked to Echo. “How do you say sorry in her language?”

Echo shook his head. “No idea,” he said. “I just know the words she and Rex used the most around us all. charaid is friend, làmh is hand, athair is father, brathair is brother-”

“Rex can speak-?”

“He was still learning back before the citadel,” he said. “I’m guessing he’s pretty near fluent at this point.”

“Where Rex?” Àlaba asked again. She hadn’t gotten a proper answer before.

———

Rex was freaking out.

After he had said goodbye to Hunter, it had taken him a few moments to realise the tiny weight that should've been in his pocket was missing.

He was usually so level headed, he usually had a plan, but when he realised Àlaba was missing, all hell broke loose.

"General!" He called out, running over to Anakin. Anakin opened his mouth but Rex didn't give him the chance to speak. "Àlaba. Have you seen Àlaba?! She's missing, I can't find her!"

"Missing?!" Anakin asked.

"She was here just a second ago!" Rex said frustratedly before moving to the next person. "Jesse! Hey, Jesse?!"

"Captain, I-"

"Have you seen Àlaba?!"

"What?!"

"Ugh!"

She was just gone! He checked everywhere, with every clone, and she just wasn't there. She had simply vanished, lost forever, all hope was lost-!

Wait a minute.

She had definitely been with him before Hunter came over.

He looked instinctively towards the Havoc Marauder but it was already gone.

Hunter and Àlaba were gone.

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Accidental Kidnapping

This is an OC crossover featuring both Meera (from the Bad Batch series) and Àlaba (from the language barrier series)

Words - 2k

(This will probs have more than one part)

———

Hunter liked Rex a lot. The man was admirable, strong, a good leader. In many ways, he reminded him of himself. After a particularly difficult mission in which the two of them had worked together, he made his way over to congratulate him on a job well done.

He said goodbye to the other Batch members (Meera had stayed behind on the ship) and made his way over to the Captain.

Had Hunter not had exceptionally good eyesight, he probably wouldn't have seen the tiny hand that quickly disappeared beneath the opening of a pocket Rex had. Hunter stopped in his tracks. Why the hell did Rex have Meera? How the hell did he have her? She had been on the ship the entire time, there was no way...

Hunter steadied himself. He had to be smart about this. He couldn't just waltz up to him and demand to see the tiny person Rex had imprisoned in his pocket. So he strolled over, with as casual a walk as he could muster.

"Rex," he said, clapping the man on the chest. "Good job out there today." As he patted his chest, he very subtly snuck Meera out of the pocket and into his closed fist. He made sure not to press down too hard. With his good hearing, he heard her yelp a little.

"Thank you, Sargent," said Rex, none the wiser. "Your squad was effective, as usual." Hunter faked a smile.

"And the 501st lived up to its reputation," he said back. "I hope to work with you again soon."

"As do I."

With that, Hunter hurried off as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. He kept Meera cupped in his hands, shielding her from view. He could feel her struggling inside, her hands scratching at his hands. "It's me," he whispered to the clasped hands. He bit his tongue as he felt her sink her teeth into one of his fingers. "Meera, it's me."

She was understandably stressed. God knows what had happened for her to end up in Rex's pocket.

So he forgave the pinches his hands suffered and comm'd Tech. "Is the ship ready to leave?" He asked.

"Yes," Tech replied. "You might want to get back here quickly. Meera-"

"I know, it's alright," he said quickly. "Just have everything ready - I wanna be in the air before the door's even finished closing."

Hunter arrived (Meera's fighting had not let up) and the second his feet hit the floor of the ship, they took off. "What was the hurry?" A voice asked. Hunter turned around to face them and the sight he was greeted with made his stomach drop.

The Batch were all there. They were all laughing. Crosshair was leaning against the ship, Tech was shaking his head from the pilot seat - a grin on his face, Echo looked like he was trying to hide his smile, and Wrecker? Wrecker was holding Meera on his palm.

Meera spotted Hunter and waved. She was dressed in Tech's perfected fall resistant armour. "Spoil sport," she grinned. "Wrecker was gonna see how high he could throw me." Her smile faltered however when she saw the look on his face.

"I told them it was a bad idea," said Tech, thinking Hunter's expression was merely a result of his disapproval.

"No, I told them it was a bad idea," Echo corrected. "You encouraged them - said it would make for a good experiment."

Hunter's eyes betrayed him as he glanced down at his clasped hands. The fighting had stopped and had been replaced with trembling.

"Whatcha got there?" Crosshair asked, an eyebrow arched. Everyone's eyes fell on his closed hands. He didn't know what to say and so, simply answered,

"Meera."

Meera looked puzzled. "What?"

"I've got... you in my hands," he said. "Or at least, I thought-"

"Did you kidnap a random tiny?!" She exclaimed. Hunter cringed.

"Oh my," said Tech.

"You did what?" Said Echo.

Hunter opened his mouth but no words came out. "Well let them out then!" Said Meera.

Hunter almost didn't want to. He wanted to keep on believing it was Meera in his hands. Because the alternative was that he had accidentally kidnapped a tiny that likely stayed with Rex and the 501st.

Slowly, he opened his hands.

Sure enough, the girl sitting on his palm was not Meera. This one had skin that was dark, but not as dark as Meera's, and long blonde hair. She had a round face and big brown eyes that stared up at him in both fear and anger.

Guilt hit him like a tidal wave.

"Kriff," said Echo, almost in disbelief.

"Set her down," Meera instructed. Wordlessly, Hunter complied and gently set the girl down on the desk surface. Wrecker set Meera down next to her.

Meera went to help the girl steady herself but she was pushed back. The girl looked to be roughy the same age as her, maybe a little younger, and she was furious. Her wide eyes, which had appeared fearful to Hunter, looked insulted and rage filled. The tears and the shaking were a product of anger.

Meera tried to reach out towards her again but she slapped at her approaching hands. "Hey, it's ok!" Meera tried. The girl's eyes shot towards the Batch. "They're safe, they're good!"

The girl responded with words Meera didn't understand. She groaned. This was going to be a lot harder if the tiny didn't speak Basic. "I'm Meera," she said, pointing to her chest. "Meera. This is Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, and-"

"Àlaba?"

Everyone turned to stare at Echo, including the girl.

"What?" Said Crosshair. Echo swallowed hard.

"This is Àlaba," he said. The girl stilled at the mention of her name. She stared up at Echo, her brows furrowing in a demanding fashion. He approached the surface where the two Tinies stood, and kneeled down to get a better look at her. The girl, Àlaba, took a few steps backwards, her face untrusting. "When Rex didn't mention you, I thought you had... I didn't want to bring you up in case it was a touchy subject."

She stared at him and he chuckled.

"I guess I look a little different to the last time you saw me," he admitted. He held his hand over his chest. "It's Echo."

The grumpy look on Àlaba's face was wiped away in an instant. It was replaced with one of confusion, of sadness, of awe. "Echo?" She said. He nodded. This time, when tears filled her eyes, they were not from anger.

She had only known Echo briefly before he had 'died.' She had always liked Fives and wherever Fives went, Echo had went. He had been quieter and so, he had fallen into the background. His appearance was unfamiliar to her but the soft expression he wore made her mind flood with memories.

"You know her then?" Hunter asked. "From before you..."

"Yeah," he said. "Rex found her on this planet that had nearly been wiped out by the war. She would've died if he hadn't helped her." She stood up straighter at the mention of Rex.

"Rex," she said. Though no one else could, Meera could see clear on her tiny face that she was concentrating very hard - likely trying to find the right words. "Where Rex?" Echo looked over his shoulder.

"Tech, turn this ship around,” he said. “Now. Rex is probably freaking out.”

“I’ll do it,” said Hunter quickly, eager to get away from Àlaba’s glare. Her expression kept changing - awe-filled, familiar looks at Echo; wary, untrusting looks at Meera; and that famous dagger glare at Hunter.

He was out of the room before anyone could say anything. Crosshair smirked at the rare opportunity to see his sergeant so panicked. The sniper stepped forward and kneeled down next to Echo to get a better look at this new tiny. The glare she had given to Hunter was now being used on Crosshair.

He liked this new tiny - she was tough and angry and didn’t care who knew it. Meera had been a lot more... wide eyed.

“So this one doesn’t speak basic?” He asked Echo.

“This one has a name,” he said. “And yes, she doesn’t speak basic.

“Perhaps I can help,” said Tech, who also kneeled down. He flipped a visor over his goggles and a series of letters appeared before his eyes. “Hay-low, tha-me-tech.”

Her brows went from furrowed to confused. Echo and Crosshair both looked at Tech. “Uh..” He repeated the phrase but nothing changed in Àlaba’s face. “Maybe I have the wrong dialect,” he said.

Before Tech could change any of the settings on his visor, Wrecker pushed his way between tech and Crosshair so that all four of them were kneeling down before the two tinies.

“You’re doing it wrong,” said Wrecker. Àlaba took a few steps back at the large movement and the giant’s loud voice. Meera moved towards her, offering a reassuring hand on her shoulder (which Àlaba immediately pushed off).

Wrecker ripped the visor off of Tech’s head and showed it to Àlaba, letting her read what it said. “Halo, tha mi Tech?” She read aloud, correcting Tech’s poor pronunciation. She jumped back as the words changed to show what she had said, but in Basic.

The translation was clumsy. Hello, me is Tech.

No one looked very impressed. Tech’s cheeks went red and he laughed awkwardly. “I suppose there hasn’t been a lot of research into tiny languages.”

Hunter came rushing back into the room. “We can’t go back!” He said, slightly panicked.

“What?” Meera demanded. “Why?”

“We’re low on fuel,” Hunter explained. “We’ve not got enough to make the trip back through hyperspace - our best bet is drop out of it now and land at the nearest port.”

Tech stood. “You’re right, if we drop out now we should be close to the Veelan system.” He moved towards the door. “And, by the way, we’re probably low on fuel because you insisted we take off as quickly as possible.” Now it was Hunter’s turn to go red. As Tech disappeared off to pilot the ship, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker bit back laughter.

“Shut up,” Hunter muttered as he took Tech’s place in front of Meera and Àlaba. He looked to Echo. “How do you say sorry in her language?”

Echo shook his head. “No idea,” he said. “I just know the words she and Rex used the most around us all. charaid is friend, làmh is hand, athair is father, brathair is brother-”

“Rex can speak-?”

“He was still learning back before the citadel,” he said. “I’m guessing he’s pretty near fluent at this point.”

“Where Rex?” Àlaba asked again. She hadn’t gotten a proper answer before.

———

Rex was freaking out.

After he had said goodbye to Hunter, it had taken him a few moments to realise the tiny weight that should've been in his pocket was missing.

He was usually so level headed, he usually had a plan, but when he realised Àlaba was missing, all hell broke loose.

"General!" He called out, running over to Anakin. Anakin opened his mouth but Rex didn't give him the chance to speak. "Àlaba. Have you seen Àlaba?! She's missing, I can't find her!"

"Missing?!" Anakin asked.

"She was here just a second ago!" Rex said frustratedly before moving to the next person. "Jesse! Hey, Jesse?!"

"Captain, I-"

"Have you seen Àlaba?!"

"What?!"

"Ugh!"

She was just gone! He checked everywhere, with every clone, and she just wasn't there. She had simply vanished, lost forever, all hope was lost-!

Wait a minute.

She had definitely been with him before Hunter came over.

He looked instinctively towards the Havoc Marauder but it was already gone.

Hunter and Àlaba were gone.