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It’s a bright sunny day on pabu ☀️ and what better way for The Bad Batch to spend it then on the beach 😎
I’m so excited to finally reveal the art I did for @pabudayszine I had a great time working on this zine alongside so many wonderful artists and writers 😄
here's my finished piece for the @pabudayszine !! thank you so much for including me in this project—it was a great experience as my first zine contribution :)
Notes: No warnings, just fluff. Omega and the other kids of Pabu engage in a treasure hunt! Written for the Pabu Days Zine @pabudayszine
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"Guys, I found it!"
"Is it the treasure?" Deke shoved past his brothers, skidding to a stop at Omega's side. The tail of his bandana fell in front of her face, and Omega batted it to the side.
"It's another clue!" she said. Omega gingerly pried the bottle out from between the rocks, holding it up for the others to see. It was pink, with a tiny handle at the neck, frosted by the sand and sea. Omega was surprised by the sheer amount of variety in all the bottles that they could find washed up on the beach of their island.
She took out the cork easily enough, but she couldn't quite reach the piece of flimsi rolled up inside. It didn’t respond to gravity, either, so she handed it over to Mox, who, as they had discovered completely by accident, had the longest fingers of their group. It took a few tries, and some impatient suggestions to smash the bottle against the nearest rock to Lyana's protests, but they eventually worked the scrap of crumpled flimsi out of the bottle so that they could read it.
It was Eva’s turn to read the clue. It took her a few tries, punctuated by Stak tapping his foot. Handwritten penmanship was different from rigid computer font.
“In a garden’s embrace, I quietly sit,
Colors I wear, where sunbeams flit.
Not a painter, yet my art never fades,
What am I, with these vibrant shades?”
Omega gasped. The answer came to her instantly, but then she caught Mox’s eye. He jerked his head to say “no”. Omega folded her arms in protest. Yeah, she’d come up with the answer to the last five clues, but did it matter if they all won anyway? Everyone wanted to find the treasure.
“What things can we find in a garden?” Jax asked the group.
“My dad has a watering can and some sheers, but they’re not very colorful,” Lyana said.
“I don’t know what goes in a garden. Plants, I guess?” Deke shrugged.
“My mom had a garden back home,” Sami said quietly, “Her favorite part was the flowers.”
“The flowers!” Eva exclaimed. “Flowers aren’t painters, but they’re so pretty and colorful!”
“There’s a lot of flowers on the island, does that mean we have to check all of them?” Stak whined.
“Not all of them,” Lyana said, “just the ones in the Archium. Come on!” She took Sami’s hand and started leading her back up the stone path to the top of the island.
“But why the Archium?” Jax asked.
Omega couldn’t help herself anymore, “Because that’s where the sun hits all the time! It has to mean the weeping maya flowers!”
She started up the hill after the others, but Mox grabbed her arm and held her back. He waited for everyone else to get out of earshot; their race for the treasure could wait for a moment.
“You’ve gotta let them have some fun too,” he hissed.
“I am!” Omega insisted. She tried to pull away, annoyed with Mox trying to parent her, but Mox wouldn’t let go.
“You’re not the youngest one here. Sometimes you gotta let them figure it out for themselves instead of giving them all the answers.”
Omega rolled her eyes. “But they’re taking so long.”
Mox smiled wryly. Omega had been the equivalent of an only child for most of her life, and once she’d found her own squad, she was by far the youngest. She was the inexperienced one, the one who needed to be protected. She wanted to take care of the other kids the same way her brothers had helped her. Could she really help her friends by staying quiet?
Finally, Mox released Omega, who was now sulking. She followed him up towards the Archium with the others. There, Sami was perched on Jax’s shoulders, plucking a blue bottle from the branches of pink blossoms. Echo was seated nearby, relaxing in the sun with a fresh glass of meiloorun juice. The sunglasses he wore kept anyone but Omega from noticing that he watched to make sure Sami returned safely to the ground.
“You heard me before, yet you hear me again. Then I die till you call me again. What am I?”
“An alarm clock?” Stax suggested. None of them agreed. All the answers had been from nature so far, an alarm clock would be stupid now. Of course, Omega would never say it aloud.
Eva looked at her hands like she was trying to do math, cupping one hand over her mouth and then doing the same with the other, like she was trying to toss her words back and forth. Then she looked up at Echo lying in his chair, and her eyes lit up with realization.
“An echo!”
“Yes?”
“Not you!” the kids shouted in unison.
Echo grinned and went back to his juice.
“The only place on the island that echoes is the sea caves,” Lyana looked up at the sun, “And the tide should be low enough now!”
“The caves?” Jax asked.
“But we were just down there!” Deke groaned.
Echo hummed from his chair, “I guess you kids don’t want the treasure then.” He set aside his empty glass, stood up, and stretched out his arms.
“I guess I’ll just have to go get the treasure mysel-”
“NO!” all the kids sprinted past, heading back for the beach as fast as their little legs could carry them.
Echo chuckled and sat back in his chair.
“Why'd you do that?” Omega stood in front of him, blocking the sun with her hands on her hips.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Echo flicked her bangs in front of her eyes, and Omega huffed impudently.
“Why’d you act like you were going to take the treasure from us?” She demanded.
Echo shrugged, “You kids need a bit of a challenge every now and then.”
“I wasn’t gonna take it, promise,” He drew an ‘X’ over his heart, “But if I’ve learned anything from you, kid, I know you like to do things on your own, and you’ll do anything to prove yourself.”
Omega almost squirmed, as if the sun was a spotlight bearing down on her center stage. It was true, but it felt weird to hear her brother say it out loud.
“How do you know that?” She mumbled and stared at the cobblestones, folding her arms tighter as if it were a shield to defend her.
“Hey, we’re clones. Same heart, same blood,” Echo grinned at her.
“Omega, come on!” Lyana was waiting impatiently at the edge of the Archium.
Omega looked at Echo one more time, and he held out his scomp arm in Lyana’s direction, “Go get that treasure, kid.”
Never one to miss an opportunity for a hug, Omega threw her arms around Echo with a very rewarding “Oof!”
“See you Echo!” She shouted, sprinting across the square.
Echo chuckled, and a few moments later, he could hear the shouts of delight ringing out from Pabu’s hidden caves as buried treasure came to light.
My contributor spread for the amazing @pabudayszine! I really adored drawing this, and while I'd certainly go back and change things, I just really love the energy of this piece ❤️
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Batcher the Lurca Hound (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Mox (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Deke (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Stak (Star Wars: The Bad Batch: Paths Unknown)
Additional Tags: Pabu Days Zine, Pabu Island (Star Wars), Found Family, Happily Ever After, Humour and Fun under the Sun, Six Short Stories
Series: Part 75 of Tales from Pabu, Part 1 of Zine Contributions
Summary:
My contribution to The Pabu Days Zine:
Six short stories from Pabu - Enjoy!
@pabudayszine : Happy to have been part of this!
Go check out the rest of the collection as well: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/PabuDays
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Description: No longer soldiers, it's time for the Bad Batch to learn how to cook, and what better way to learn than to practice?
Notes: Written for the @pabudayszine back in the summer of 2024, I'm really happy with this piece.
Word count: 1 123
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“No, Batcher,” Omega laughed, hauling the giant lurca hound into her arms.
The hound’s hind legs dangled helplessly as she was awkwardly carried out of the kitchen by the eldest clone. Omega had just barely grown enough that Batcher’s paws weren’t dragging across the floor, but the hound was still much too big, and Omega much too small, to be carried like a baby.
As they left to find Batcher something to do, they passed Shep and Lyana bringing in fresh ingredients.
“Is this all you need?” Shep asked, setting the basket on the counter.
Hunter was quick to start sorting through it, holding out a large jar of coconut cream behind him that Stak snatched up and took over to his station with his brothers. Mox had also snuck over, grabbing the fish from Lyana’s basket and a small jar of salt.
“Can we start?” Stak asked once the last ingredients hit the table. “Our fish has to sit for an hour once we’re done.”
Crosshair clicked his tongue, looming over the younger clones to see the recipe Shep had written out for them. “We told you not to pick anything too long.”
“But it was so good when we had it the other day,” Deke reasoned, earning an eye roll from Crosshair.
“Go ahead.”
“Yes!” The younger clones cheered, turning to start on their vegetables.
The members of the Bad Batch watched quietly as Stak washed the vegetables and handed them off to his brothers for slicing. Shep noticed the way Deke was struggling to cut the tomato, not sure how to stabilize it, so he offered help. All six boys watched as he carefully cut it in half to lay it flat, then curled his fingers so he didn’t slice them off as he diced the tomato. He did one half, then guided Deke through the other, before stepping back to let him try the next one.
Mox, after watching how Shep cut the tomato, started working on the first onion.
“You have to peel it first,” Lyana piped up, coming to stand on the other side of their table.
She picked up the second onion and scraped her nails along it a few times to break the flaky skin and peel it away.
Just as Mox was about to peel his own onion, the door slammed shut loudly. Everyone whipped around, falling into old habits; Mox picked his knife back up, and Deke shifted his grip to a more combat ready one. Hunter had reached for the only knife on their kitchen counter, and Wrecker reached for a nearby chair from the dining table that they’d pushed against a wall to make space.
Omega was braced against the door, breathing heavily. She looked up, seemingly calm, if not out of breath. Certainly not distressed.
“Batcher was chasing me,” she explained with a tired exhale, straightening, and brushing her hair from her face. “Sorry.”
There was a collective sigh of relief from the other clones. Now Batcher-free,Omega went to check out what everyone was up to.
“Not cooking with them?” Lyana asked when Omega came up beside her to watch the youngest clones cut vegetables.
They were a little mangled, and there was nothing uniform about them, but Omega grabbed a few pieces to share with Lyana. The girls agreed that they tasted fine.
“Nah, I’m the judge! We had to keep the teams even.”
“Wrecker, less water! Less water!” Crosshair scolded. “Ugh, that’s way too much.”
“Well I’m sorry. It didn’t say how much to add!”
“Because you’re supposed to test it as you go.”
“It’s fine, Crosshair, we’ll just improvise,” Hunter interjected, stepping in before things could escalate. “We’re good at that. Shep?” The island elder turned at Hunter’s call, tilting his head to ask, Yes? Hunter clarified, “We can just add more flour to fix it, right?”
The three observers joined the Batchers and peered down at their efforts – in a bowl with flour and too much water. Shep seemed to be considering it very seriously before he nodded.
“It might not puff up the same, but you can definitely make it work.”
“This time, I’m adding it.”
Crosshair grabbed the scoop from the jar of flour and carefully added a bit in, then let Wrecker mix everything together. When the dough still looked a bit too wet they added a little more before Wrecker tested it once more.
After double checking with Shep, they dumped it onto the counter-
“Isn’t it going to stick?” Omega asked.
“Blast.”
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch Scratch. Thump.
Crosshair quickly began scraping the knife under the dough, grimacing as pieces were left stuck to the counter, while Shep and Lyana laughed. Omega grabbed the flour scoop and tried to sprinkle some under the place Crosshair had lifted, while Hunter tried lifting it from the other side. They only succeeded in folding it over itself, which was not something they needed to do.
The other table had stopped what they were doing, which at this point was just combining ingredients, to laugh.
When they finally got the dough to stop sticking to everything, they cut it into smaller pieces, then they fried it. Which is where Omega finally stepped in to help – with help from Lyana – while the boys cleaned everything up.
Testing a piece, Omega quickly discovered the degree of their success.
“Hot! Hot!” Omega’s muffled cries startled everyone again. She took a few quick and shallow breaths while fanning her hand in front of her mouth.
Lyana laughed. “Of course it’s hot, I told you to let it cool.”
She finished frying up the last of the dough while Omega tried to eat her scalding mouthful and nurse her burnt tongue. Then Lyana set the plate on the table with a stern warning that it was hot, pointedly looking at Omega which made everyone else laugh.
They would definitely have to make more fried bread before the fish was done, but for now they would just enjoy the fruits of their labor.
“Batcher, get your paws off the table!”
The lurca hound’s tongue was hanging out as she tried to steal one of the pieces of fried bread. She must have snuck in during the commotion Omega had caused by burning her tongue, and now she was making eye contact as she continued to reach for the food.
“Noo,” Hunter warned, “Batcher.”
“Paws, off, the table,” Omega reminded, waiting for Batcher to correct herself.
She didn’t, instead only freezing briefly before inching ever closer to the plate and an overhanging piece of food.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Crosshair pulled the hound from the table, leading her into a corner where he set down a plate of fish scraps.
“That’s your food.”
