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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Angst, smut, hopecore? idk.

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The ride to Rex’s secret base of operations was a long one. You suspected it was in the outer rim based on how long you all had been traveling in hyperspace.

You had curled up with Crosshair on the floor trying to stay warm with your still damp clothes. One of the regs had found a janky old heating lamp that flickered as everyone huddled around trying to keep the cold space chills away. It wasn’t working.

“We’re not too far out!” Wooley had emerged from the cockpit, “We’ll be leaving hyper space soon.”

You sighed with relief. You could’t wait to get off this ship and see the others.

Through the bond you could sense Crosshair’s trepidation.

“What’s wrong?” You asked looking up at him.

He just grunted chewing on his toothpick.

You huffed and shuffled back down knowing it was a waste of time to pry. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

When the ship suddenly jolted forwards, exiting hyperspace and the pilot downshifted making the ship rumble, you stood up with the others feeling the cargo ship enter the planets’s atmosphere with a rough shake. Standing on wobbly feet, you grabbed ahold of the cargo straps feeling Crosshair stand protectively at your back keeping you both in place.

With a couple of jolts and jostles you felt the ship touch down on solid ground before settling into stillness. The engines were cut, and the cargo hatch made a whining creek sound as it folded open revealing the pink skies of this strange planet. The ship had landed on an elevated platform high in the sky and in front of you was a very old building. Seemingly an old Jedi monastery from the looks of it.

The air was warm and humid with a strange terrestrial smell you weren’t familiar with. The others stepped outside before you, Wolffe, Crosshair, Bolts, Stunner, and Grim held up the flank.

Following the other groups of regs in unmarked armor, they lead you all inside the main monastery door. Once inside, you nearly gasped from all of the regs who had made this place a home. It was absolutely crawling with men. From every battalion, squadron, and special forces unit under the GAR. You could’t believe it. They had converted this place into a fully operational military base.

Holo displays were everywhere monitoring the ships in the hyperspace lanes, there were men busy listening to com chatter, and others discussing strategy. They had built a tiny army here.

You looked at the boys and they seemed to be just as impressed as you are.

“Tiny!”

You spun around to see Rex approaching you with his helmet on his hip. He had a very happy smile on his face even though he was covered in a fair amount of blaster residue. You trotted over to him practically flinging yourself at him.

“You got my message! You came!”

He squeezed you, “Of course I did, kid. You’re pack. We don’t leave pack behind.”

Crosshair got called over by Wolffe to look at a holomap of the Marauder. Clearly it had to do with his brothers.

“I can’t believe this place, Rex.” You looked around, “How long did this take to put together?”

“At the end of the war, Tano and I knew if we wanted to save any of the clones, we were going to have to put together a group.” He pulled up a small holo image of something familiar, “We created a network, Fulcrum.” He handed you the puck, “It’s a spy network trying to free the troopers from imperial control. We may not have been able to save our pack, but we’re hoping we can save others.”

You felt a pang of sadness hit thinking about the 501st.

“We need medics, Y/N. I know you’ve been through a lot, but we need soldiers like you.” He watched you slide the puck into your pocket, “We have a home here. You and your alphas are welcome to stay. We only have each other now.” He shrugged.

You nodded taking his invitation to heart.

Rex then scratched the back of his awkwardly, “Also, I wasn’t sure how to break the news to you, I was hoping Seargent Hunter would be here, but…”

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see an unmarked reg approach. You watched him take off his helmet to reveal a scarred cheek and a fluffed up haircut.

Your eyes widened in shock, “H-Howzer?” Oh shit.

“Mesh’la…” He closed the distance and picked you up bringing into his chest. You struggled slightly squirming in his arms, “W-wait Howzer!…”

“Put her the fuck down!” Crosshair’s growl made the hair stand up on your arms and the entire base to go eerily silent.

He approached menacingly with his extremely narrowed eyes. Oh kark. He was pissed. Crosshair curled his fists determined to get his mate back and away from this strange alpha.

Howzer stilled, knitting his brow together, before setting you down gently and turning to face the sniper. Howzer stood protectively in front of you crossing his arms with a stern brow raised sizing up your mate. Oh shit. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Your heart raced and suddenly the room was filled with your anxious pheromones.

You noticed the others in the room bristle slightly as the scents mingled.

Howzer’s stance only pissed off Crosshair even more. How dare this reg get in-between him and his mate.

“Omega, come.” Crosshair ordered pointing a finger at the ground next to him.

You felt your stomach drop knowing the next few seconds were going to change this dynamic drastically.

You stepped to the side, and tiptoed out from behind the captain, just to nestle into Crosshair’s side where he had pointed previously. Crosshair didn’t need to use his alpha tone with you, you knew he wouldn’t. But, you also obeyed knowing this was not the time to try and make a point about how silly this all was.

Howzer just gave you a confused and slightly shocked expression watching you cozy up to Crosshair, of all alphas. His disappointment was palpable. Then you saw his eyes flick down to the bite wound on your neck next to the property collar will dazzling around your lithe collarbones.

“You’re mated?” He asked with an angry tone.

You nodded, “Y-yeah.”

You didn’t know what was worse, the look he was giving you now, or the self imposed guilt of having to inform your ex-alpha that you were no longer his…

“You fucking collared her!?” Your old alpha roared raising his fists. You squirmed feeling Crosshair nudge you behind him protectively.

He just replied sardonically, “And if I did?”

Dammit Cross… You couldn’t hold in the frustrate sigh, always picking fights…

It was Rex’s turn to look at you sideways, his disgust was also noticeable. The clones know a thing or two about slavery. The offending object raised and lowered quickly with your breath seemingly catching everyone’s attention now. You suddenly desperately wished for it to be gone.

“I always knew you were fucked up 99.” Howzer bared his teeth, “Killed all my men, tried to kill me too… now this?” He gestured to your neck, “It didn’t shock me you ended up with the imperials.”

You froze in place, but your eyes trailed up to the back on Crosshair’s silver haired head. He tried to what?!

You knew he had done bad things in the name of the empire, but slaughtering Howzer’s men…

“Had I known who you were, I would have put that bullet between your eyes back on Ryloth.” Crosshair snarled back.

“You can sure try.” Howzer challenged.

Wolffe, Bolts, Grim, and Stunner all came forward with their arms raised.

Wolffe stepped forwards getting in the middle to try and stop the fight, “Alright! Alright! Enough!” He sighed looking tired, “ Crosshair didn’t collar her, Tarkin did!” That bit of clarification seemed to be enough to de-escalate Howzer just slightly. “Now I don’t know what in the Sith’s hells is going on here, but I’ve been on the opposite end of 99’s wrath, and trust me Captain now is not the time for this.”

Crosshair raised a suspicious brow, he never thought he’d actually see Wolffe defending him.

Howzer didn’t seem any less angry still feeling the ugly head of jealousy raging at the site of you tucked under the Sniper’s arm.

“Now, what we now know about that little omega, is that she’s very important to the empire. She’s not just Crosshair’s mate, but also the other 99’s. Tarkin wanted her for experiments, along with the rest of us.” He pointed to the other clones in black civvies. “A day before you all arrived, we were drugged with SRA that drove us all into a rut. We’re all a little stirred up so let’s calm down for the sake of everyone here.” Wolffe was starting to remind you of an exhausted dad. You had to hold in a little chuckle, always a soldier.

“Tell them what you know, Tiny.” Grim urged, “You needed to talk to Rex.”

You nodded and stepped around to Crosshair’s front and held out your hand to the Captain, “Nala Se gave me this before we escaped the base. She said it held all of my genetic records from the empire and also something that could assist the CT’s. She wiped the data base before giving it to me.” You stepped forward to place it into his hand, “It seemed important.”

Rex took the drive with a nod and looked down at the little silver metal piece turning the holo drive over in his glued fingers.

Howzer stepped forwards, “What the hell is going on here?” He looked at you directly, “You were supposed to be mine… you were mine. Now, this?” He gestured to your mate.

Crosshair growled possessively raising an accusatory finger shoving it into Howler’s chest, “Should have sealed the deal then. But this omega… is mine.” You whimpered not liking this tension one bit. You may be matted to Crosshair, but you did have such a respect for Howzer from before.

Howzer stared at Crosshair before shifting his dejected gaze to you.

You sighed, “It’s complicated, Captain.” You lowered your eyes not liking the feeling of his disappointment.

Howzer huffed, “Is it now?”

Wolffe walked up trying to ease the tension, “Trust her, it is…”

“You have no idea, brother.” Grim put a hand on his hip watching Howler bristle.

Howzer scrunched his brow, “Well someone, enlighten me.”

Rex just stepped forwards putting a hand on Howzer’s shoulder, “Well the long in the short is that, Tiny, is a rare variant of omega. She can have multiple mates. They happen to be the 99s. Though, the news of her being mated to Crosshair is new to me.” He raised a skeptical brow at you, “I guess a congratulations is in order.”

“Thanks Rex.” You gave him a small smile.

“The imperials gassed the base on Naboo with SRA.” Wolffe filled in the blanks, “They wanted clone pups. They also wanted Y/N cloned for the purpose to making more Ori’sol omegas for their breeding program.”

“Breeding program?” Rex asked confused.

“Thats why they sent me after her.” Crosshair rubbed a possessive hand over your neck and healing mark, “Admiral Tarkin was going to create a new elite army with our pups.”

Rex furrowed his brow and gestured to your stomach, “Does that mean…”

“No!” Both you and Crosshair blurted out, “No…” You shook your head, “No pups. Crosshair made sure I was safe, they didn’t know.”

Rex just nodded letting his protective side settle down. You knew he would have had a conniption if that news was sprung on him too. Imagine, a secret military base with a pup running around, good gods.

“Is that why there were so many clones in that base?” A familiar figure stepped forwards.

Cody.

You smiled at him too. He gave you a little nod of acknowledgment.

“Rounded up as many of us as they could.” Grim replied, “Had us pairing up with the captured omegas.”

“That explains a lot.” Rex noted.

You looked back at Howzer who was watching you longingly. Your heart ached with guilt seeing the hurt on his brow. This must be a lot to process for him. You weren’t his only omega, but you were definitely his most consistent. You were on Ryloth long enough to get to know the captain, but you never pursued any sort of relationship due to the on going war. He must be devastated seeing you with Crosshair. It wasn’t lost on you that the man had developed some kind of feelings for you after everything.

Crosshair gave you a little squeeze pulling your attention back to him. He studied your eyes rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You could tell he was dying to lay into Howzer, but he was keeping his calm for your sake.

In the background, Rex took the hollow drive and plugged it into the display table. Suddenly a massive projection of your entire genetic system popped up. One of the troopers you didn’t recognize began reading the reports.

“Rex, you gotta see this.” He pointed to something floating by your DNA strands.

You and Crosshair nuzzled together as the others began to gather around the table. You watched Howzer disappear into the crowd of clones needing some time to process clearly.

“Did you really kill his men?” You asked.

Crosshair just gave you a short grunt confirming it.

“Would you have really killed him?” You asked.

“The empire didn’t inform me of who he was.” He explained as he smoothed your hair down, “They sent me retrieve him from Ryloth for interrogation. His unit didn’t come willingly. In hindsight I realize it was because they were searching for you, and wanted him for information. But at that time I believed you to be dead, If I had known, I probably would have…. Still considering it.”

You looked up at him with a shocked expression. But he just smiled and chuckled.

He was joking… “Oh my gods, don’t say things like that.” You smacked his chest.

A clone trooper in a flight uniform came running inside, “We got incoming!”

You perked your head up turning to face the main doorway. In came another group of scared and confused omegas along with more clone troopers. Blankets and food was being passed around as more and more people entered the hall.

They shuffled inside looking even more distraught after the events on Naboo. Some still covered in blaster residue and in their imperial garments.

You watched as the crowd began to lighten up before you noticed a very distinct helmet appear from the darkness.

“Hunter.” You breathed.

You flung yourself forward running at full speed crashing into your Sargent before he even had a chance to remove his helmet.

He grunted with the impact of your body before throwing his helmet carelessly to the side before picking you up and holding you to his armored chest.

You started crying finally feeling the empty bit in your chest begin to fill with his presence again. Rubbing your cheek into his to spread his scent, he nuzzled into your hair practically inhaling your smell.

“Mesh’la.” He breathed, “Fuck. I missed you my love.” He buried his head into your hair breathing you in, refusing to let go. You just wrapped yourself around his torso with your legs letting him hold you tightly.

“You found me.” You whimpered into his neck nuzzling his scent into your nose.

“Of course we found you, Adi’ka.” He replied gruffly before pulling back to press his lips to yours. You melted immediately into his plush soft kiss. Carding your fingers through his lengthy hair, you massaged his scalp as he deepened the kiss making you mewl.

“Pip?” Wrecker’s hopeful voice snapped you out of your haze. Hunter spun the two of you to see Tech, Wrecker, and Echo jogging towards you both from the landing platform.

Hunter set you down, letting you unwrap yourself before the other three surrounded you in a group hug squeezing you nearly to death. You were being smothered in kisses and touches and hugs.

Crosshair watched as the three other 99’s fawned over you, asking you a million questions you struggled to answer. They wanted to know everything. What happened. Were you hurt? How did you get to the bas eon Naboo? What was going on there?

Hunter caught his attention as his older brother stared at him with one of his intense scrutinizing glares. He was still pissed about the events on Bracca apparently, even though now he was starting to realize that Crosshair was much different.

Then it was like an epiphany went off in hunter’s head. He looked at Crosshair with a raised brow, then over to you, sniffing the air slightly. What you didn’t know, was that he was hearing something even stranger…

“What did you do?” Hunter’s smokey voice turned hardened at his little brother.

Wrecker let go of you to look up at his Hunter sensing a change in energy.

Hunter looked at your chest before whipping his head around to face his little brother.

“What. Did. You. Do.” Hunter narrowed is eyes. He pointed a gloved finger at you, “Her heart… it beats… with yours.”

Crosshair just stood emotionless, but you could sense his panic through the bond. Hunter’s intensity was unsettling to the sniper. Always has been.

“H-Hunter, wait it’s not what-“ You began, but Tech cut you off as his finger pried at your neck. He tugged on the metal welded around your neck with a horrified look. He ran his fingers over the aurebesh engraving declaring you his twin’s property. Then his fingers went down to your mating gland where he traced a finger over the marred skin. It looked freshly healed where Crosshair had punctured your flesh marking you as his with two little raised bumps.

“He bit you?” Tech said rubbing the gland making you flush at his touch. He forgot how stimulating that was for you.

You barely had time to register the eldest charging at Crosshair before the sound of his fist colliding with his little bother’s cheek snapped you out of the haze.

You screamed watching Hunter and Crosshair roll around on the temple floor. Echo kept you from running forwards not wanting you to get hurt in their scuffle. He held you firmly under his arm.

“Shit.” Rex leapt into action along with Wolffe, and shockingly, Howzer.

Crosshair had Hunter pinned and was pummeling his forearms as his brother blocked his hits. But Hunter wasn’t giving up, fueled by rage, he threw his little brother off of him and cold cocked him in the jaw sending them both tumbling to the ground.

“Alright! Alright!” Wolffe used his commanding voice. He bent down and yanked Crosshair back right as Rex got a hold of Hunter.

“How could you Crosshair?!” Hunter snarled. The two were being scrubbed by the collar like two tookas.

Wrecked walked over to put himself between his brothers as the verbal fight broke out, as they tugged against their restraints trying to lunge at one another again.

You whimpered, unable to watch the fight anymore. Feeling suddenly extremely claustrophobic, you turned around looking at Tech, “Please! Please Tech!” You yanked and tugged at the collar, “Please take this off.” You begged.

He nodded and reached around in his tool belt grabbing your abused laser suture.

“Echo give me your glove.” Tech said.

Echo handed it over before running his flesh hand over your shoulder trying to soothe you.

Tech nudged the glove under the collar gently, before bringing out the tools. Very carefully, he brought the glowing plasma point up to the Imperial durasteel collar and got to work weakening the welding points as you squirmed uncomfortably.

“How could you do this to her?” Hunter snarled, “She nearly died when you turned to the empire!”

“I didn’t turn to the empire!” Crosshair snapped.

“You tried to kill her!”

You could feel Crosshair’s hurt through the bond at Hunter’s words… he didn’t mean to.

“You know I didn’t have control. I would never fucking hurt her!” Crosshair’s glare darkened, “You’re the one who left me behind! You left me under their control!… I thought we were brothers!”

Hunter looked like he had just been punched in the gut.

The sergeant stared at his brother letting his mouth hang open slightly unsure how to respond.

Tech finally freed you from the property collar wrenching it open only to let it fall to the ground with a deafening clatter. The silence that followed after sent a chill down your spine.

You looked over at Hunter who eyed the metal at your feet.

You cleared your throat before speaking, “I did it!” You looked to the eldest, “I mated Crosshair…. I bit him. It’s my fault…Please Hunter don’t be mad at him.” You wanted this stupid fight to end. It hurt your watching them argue, especially over something Hunter doesn’t even understand.

Once again Hunter looked shocked and appalled. He stood up straight staring at you with a bated breath. You could feel the sour taste of his disappointment too. He shook off Rex and stormed out of the hangar not even able to look at you for one more second… kriff. You sighed.

He fucking hates you. You suddenly felt sick with anxiety and fought back the urge to vomit.

What should have been a happy reunion had suddenly turned sour.

You felt Tech and Wrecker disappear, heading after Hunter leaving you alone with Echo and Crosshair. Dammit.

“Y/N, what happened?” Echo asked bringing you into a hug. The only one giving you an ounce of empathy.

“Ask Wolffe, he’ll tell you.“ You sighed pushing away unable to bare anymore of this, “I’ve had enough for today. Is there a place I can rest for a bit?” You looked to Rex who nodded and gave ordered to his men to guide you to a quiet place.

You followed behind the clones letting them lead you to a spare room that had been converted into living space. You looked around realizing this is Rex’s quarters. You sighed and rubbed at your neck finally feeling lighter now that, that offending metal was gone and you were free again.

The door whooshed open to reveal your mate. He stepped inside looking exhausted and his chin a nasty swelling red.

“I knew it was wrong to leave you with the imperials.” You said quietly feeling the tears rise in your eyes, “I told them.”

He nodded putting a toothpick in his mouth. Of course he managed to find one even here on this remote base.

“Hunter’s always been good at protecting the group.” Crosshair drawled, “We have a plan, you know, if one of us isn’t going to make it back.”

You looked up at him with bleary eyes.

“Plan 99.” He nodded, “A suicide mission.”

“But you weren’t sacrificing yourself for the group.” You whimpered, “We left you and that was fucked up.”

He scoffed, “Given the circumstances I understand him… doesn’t make it hurt any less. But what were four of them going agains the empire really going to do.”

“Cross.” You sighed, “We should have gotten you the second we knew about the chips. I should… I should have pushed harder.”

“He wouldn’t have listened to you.” Crosshair sat in the chair against the wall facing you, “And it’s not your fault, love. His main concern was protecting you.”

“Why are you justifying his actions? You sounded so hurt!” You whimpered wiping away a falling tear.

“We’re brothers.” He rolled his eyes, “It’s what we do.”

You just whined and let the tears keep falling, “I think he hates me.”

Crosshair motioned for you to come to him. You walked over standing between his open legs. He tugged you down so you were sitting on his lap. He pulled you in close so you rested against his chest and he tucked your head under his chin.

“He doesn’t hate you. I promise. He’s just jealous, and probably a little hurt that it wasn’t him that got to you first.” Crosshair chuckled, “Trust me, that wasn’t even bad for Hunter.”

“But did you see the way he looked at me.” You sniffled, “I- he’s never looked at me like that before.”

Crosshair just held you tighter, “I’ve been the receiving end of that look for years. You’re alright, just give him some time.”

“But the others?” All you wanted was your pack, your lovers, your alphas. But they didn’t seem to want you either.

“They just do whatever Hunter does.” Crosshair scratched the back of your neck affectionately, “Wrecker will crack first, and then Tech. Hunter has to punch a few walls first, but he’ll come around eventually. He’s too responsible and frankly, I’m certain all he wants is to have his little omega back.”

Crosshair’s words did start to make you feel better. One thing about Cross is that he’s not a liar. He’s been a straighter shooter his entire life, in more ways than one. He always tells it as it is. That gave you confidence.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, “I’m just glad we’re out of that place.” He couldn’t seem to get close enough to you. You nuzzled in closer too.

“Thank you Crosshair.” You looked up at him, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

You both shared a moment of just gazing at one another before you both leaned forwards to bring your lips together.

Then it was like the weight of everything you both had been through came crashing through, and the absolute desire you felt for this man blazed through you like an inferno. He had saved you back on Mimban, twice, and now here he is again saving you from the plans of the empire and admiral Tarkin.

You pushed yourself up and straddled his lap before letting him pick you up and carry you over to the bed pushed up against the far wall.

It was a scramble to tear each others clothes off leaving you both bare, before he laid down onto of you, pressing you into the mattress.

His warm battle hardened body felt marvelous against your softness.

You breathed him in, leaning up to run your tongue against his healed mating gland. The alpha shivered at the sensation making him rut up against you, running his hardening length through your dampening folds.

You mewled lifting your hips to push up against him.

You could feel him smile into your neck as he pressed loving kisses there before kissing your mating mark with a gentleness that was foreign to the sniper.

You squirmed as he pressed more kisses down your neck, then collarbones, your sternum, belly, pelvis, then you thigh. With a strong and firm grip, he plucked your legs up bending them so you were folded in half and spread wide for him. You whined as he continued his light and gentle kisses all over your thighs, traveling between one leg and the other before inching closer and closer to your core making you pant in anticipation.

When his lips finally made contact with your dripping core, you had to cover your mouth with your hand before you let out an embarrassingly loud cry.

He just smirked as he sloppily made out your with cunt making you absolutely thrash around in blinding pleasure under him.

He had to pin your legs down to keep you still as he ravished you. His tongue seemed to know exactly where to go in order to make you twitch as your orgasm approached. He licked and massaged you until you were bending your back into an exaggerated arch as you quickly felt yourself hurtling over that edge into deafening pleasure. You couldn’t even mewl as you came down, you just tried to force yourself to breathe through the orgasm.

“Fuck Cross.” You huffed going limp into the mattress.

He wasted no time lining himself up knowing you were properly prepped to take him now. Feeling how relaxed you were post orgasm, he thrusted forwards feeling himself enter you with a slippery ease. You both moaned out at the fullness as he surged forwards bringing the two of you flush together in absolute harmony. The bond sang between the two of you as you two psychically came together. It was like a relief to the soul. Like slipping into a cool pool on a hot summer day.

He leaned forwards kissing you passionately, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth where you both huffed trying to breathe through the sensations of him pushing inside of you.

You broke away to suck in a deep breath of air before you both looked down to see where you were connected. You both whined at the sight before throwing your head back to enjoy the feeling of Crosshair making passionate love to you.

Wrapping your form around his, you locked your ankles together to force him deeper inside of you. This spurred him on to be a little rougher with you, liking the way you bounced up and down the mattress on his cock. He leaned down to catch a nipple in his mouth as he sucked diligently making you bow your chest into his mouth eagerly.

“Cross…” You grappled at his back leaving scratches with your nails, “I love you.”

He smiled pressing his lips to your forehead, “I love you, Y/n.”

The two of you kept saying it over and over again like a mantra as you both approached the peak.

His thrusts only got more powerful as he neared, sending you scooching up the mattress. You held on for deal life as pleasure crashed through you violently making you clamp down and twitch around his hard length.

He snarled and bit down on your mark again as he shivered, pumping you full of his seed.

As he came down from his high, his teeth held onto the flesh at your gland making you vibrate through the bond. The possessive act only spurred you on. The post coital horniness still lingered as you wiggled your hips trying to feel him inside you more. Deeper. Fuller.

You couldn’t get enough of him.

He tried pinning you down by the hip before releasing your neck from his teeth. As he sat up on his knees with a flush to his cheeks, he looked down at you adoringly as you squirmed around trying to get him deeper inside of you.

“Adi’ka,” He pushed his silver hair out of his eyes and ran a warm hand over your ribs before settling them on your belly like he had on Naboo. You preened under his touch.

“Such a good girl.” He rubbed your warm skin with his thumb.

Looking up through the open monastery window, you saw the dual moons rising in the distance casting a silvery glow over your skin and the mattress.

Crosshair watched you become moon eyed in your post fuck glow. He pulled from you hearing you whimper at the feeling of now being empty. He chuckled, grabbing a tissue near by, and using it to clean himself before tucking himself back into the black joggers along with cleaning you up as best as he could realizing you were just fucking in Rex’s bed. Whoops.

He helped you slip back into your tattered white clothes before curling up behind you under Rex’s blanket to keep you both warm.

Without another word, the two of you fell asleep finally succumbing to the day.

~

When morning broke, you were awakened by Stunner poking his head through the door with a grin that very much reminded you of Fives.

“Hey just making sure you’re both still kickin’.” He grinned.

You heard Crosshair grunt in annoyance and felt him snuggle you closer.

“Gmornin Stun.” Your voice was still groggy from sleep.

“Breakfast in the mess.” Stunner said stepping back outside, “Probably should grab come chow before everyone else.”

You nodded and got up shaking Crosshair’s arm off of you. He curled up on his side ignoring the call to breakfast, but you were still hungry and wanted familiar food. The sniper was content staying in bed for just a moment longer.

You shimmied out of bed giving Cross a kiss before walking out to follow Stunner.

In the daylight you could finally see more about this ancient monastery.

Carvings decorated the walls along with gilded imagery of ancient force wielders. You were positive this monastery was older than most civilizations and maybe even some planets. The pink hazey sky seemed to only add a warmth to this high up colony as you trailed after Stunner who seemed to have learned the way back to the main hall already.

You followed the sound of boisterous laughter and the sounds of reunion as you entered the main mess, the smell of eggs and breakfast meats filled your nose and you audibly sighed smelling the deliciousness in the air.

It was hard to miss your gargantuan mate scarfing down his meal along with Tech who was sitting to his left, back turned to you. He ate in silence scrolling through something on his data pad.

Echo was sitting with Rex who looked like he didn’t sleep after the rescue. He must have been up all night trying to process everyone and everything along with whatever was on that holodrvie you brought. The only one missing was Hunter. Your heart sank hoping he’d be here but when Stunner handed you a loaded tray of food, you were brought back to the moment and you looked down at your purple scrambled eggs and fried bantha links.

Your stomach betrayed you and you heard Stunner chuckle before bringing you to a cluster of 104th. You sat down between Bolts and Grim grabbing your spork to dig in. It wasn’t long before your attention was brought to the back of Wrecker’s head and his broad shoulders. Then you looked at the back of Tech’s head, his hair was all disheveled under his goggle band and he had a bit of a slump to his already not great posture. Poor alpha looked tired.

You stared longingly, praying they’d turn around and just look at you for a moment. Your inner omega was starting to get anxious with the need to have their reassurance and attention.

Before you could get totally lost in your head, Grim gave you a little shove snapping you out of it.

They knew.

Everyone did. You weren’t exactly subtle.

The 104th seemed to have weaseled their way into becoming your pack just like the 501st had all those years ago. It was like they could read your anxieties as well as your mates, and they were very supportive. Wolffe gave you a nod from where he was sat with Rex.

“They’ll come around.” Bolts nodded, “I overheard Wolffe taking with your Sergeant last night, he told him everything.”

“Yeah, but does that even matter?” You touched your bite mark, “What’s done is done.”

“Did the bite make you no longer want your other mates?” Grim asked bluntly.

You shook your head, “No. The bonds are still there.”

Bolts gave you a smile, “Then you’re fine. Maybe being an Ori’sol means that you can have multiple mates and multiple mate bonds to go with them.”

“She’ll be covered in teeth marks when Sarge is done with her.” Grim joked.

You felt your cheeks redden.

“Aye leave her alone.” Bolts reached over you to shove Grim, “She’s going through it.”

“I’m trying to make her smile, or she’s going to loose her mind like those omegas who pull out their hair.” Grim shoved his brother back.

You finished up your last bantha sausage and set the tray down letting them rough house over your head.

You leaned forwards towards Stunner, “Do you know where Hunter is?”

“Sarge took his breakfast outside on the landing platform before I came to get you.” He chewed his eggs.

“Thanks Stun.” You stood up stretching before beginning your walk across the main room. You walked past the circular holo display in the center and was careful to step over the big power cables running over the floor.

You neared Tech and Wrecker feeling your heart start to race as you neared. Keeping your head forward, you walked past them not missing the way they both perked up watching you walk towards the exit. You felt your stomach doing flips at their attention and chose to take one glance back at them. Wrecker looked at you longingly and Tech’s steely demeanor was even chipped at slightly as you saw his eyes soften when they met yours.

Knowing you had to find Hunter first, you sighed and kept moving on. You heard the door swish behind you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You almost wished they’d come after you, but you knew Crosshair was right, they follow Hunter’s lead no matter what. He’s the one you have to tackle first.

With a huff, you felt your anxieties turn to frustration with a tinge of anger.

You put your hands in your sweater pockets and trudged forwards through the rubble that the clones seemed to have built a landing platform out of.

With a sweep of your eyes, you couldn’t find him anywhere, but you could feel his energy through the bond close by.

With a sigh, you crossed your arms and spoke out into the air in front of you, “I know you’re out here.”

Some other clones on guard looked at you funny before they saw your Sargent emerge from behind a pile of rubble with his empty breakfast tray good distance away.

You locked eyes with him and felt your pulse quicken. Damn he looked good. Dawn’s soft pink light made his tanned skin glow. His hair was pushed back by his signature bandana, but he wasn’t in his armor anymore. He was in his beige cargos and teal henley. He still has the burgundy wrist wraps and brown belt with his holster snugly at his side with his blaster tucked neatly inside.

You had to force yourself to breathe and keep your composure but you were sure he could scent your slight arousal in his presence.

You tapped your foot impatiently narrowing your eyes, “You’re a dick!”

He scoffed and stopped walking towards you, crossing his arms defensively, “Excuse me?” He raised his non-tattooed brow and used his military tone. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You saw a couple of the other clones shift uncomfortably nearby watching an omega challenge her alpha.

“You heard me!” Kark ya he heard you, super hearing an all. You could roll your eyes, “I haven’t seen you in a month, I was kidnapped, and subjected to trauma I have no clue if I’ll ever recover from and all I get the fucking silent treatment?”

He stared at you not moving, almost inhumanly still. Like a predatory animal waiting to pounce.

“Do you have any fucking idea what Crosshair and I had to endure? The empire treated me like a brood mare and Crosshair like some glorified stud horse. And what they fucking did to me? Collared me like a rabid lurka hound!” You snarled, “And all I wanted during those awful nights… was you!” You shifted your feet slightly but kept your arms secure around your chest, “All I wanted was my alpha, my mate… my damn sergeant to come make it all better. I dreamed of you for a month praying you’d find me somehow! That I would be back with my pack!”

He opened his mouth to speak but you shushed him with a finger. If you were still in the GAR he would have had you court marshaled for speaking to him like this. The idea made your heart race, “I’m not finished… The things Crosshair did to save me from Tarkin’s bantha shit… he put his life on the line every single day to make sure he didn’t knock me up and that Tarkin couldn’t have our pups. He delayed Tarkin’s orders to come after you and the others, he risked everything to get our message out to you, including the 104th! He doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you have. He protected me inside that fucking base! And this-“ You pointed to your neck, “This was a fucking accident. We weren’t in control and trust me, there is nothing you could say to Crosshair that is worse than what he felt in that moment.” You were breathing heavily now fighting down the anger, “So no… you don’t get to treat us like this. Crosshair and I didn’t do anything wrong, we did everything we could to survive that imperial installation and I’m sorry this didn’t happen the way you wanted it too, but here we are.” You flapped your arms around exasperated.

He studied the way your chest heaved with anger and the way the other clones stood there awkwardly trying not to be seen. He could hear everyone’s heart beats in the vicinity but yours stood out to him the most, including that delicious smell rolling off of you in waves. You might be royally pissed, but he couldn’t help but feel a little smug you were still responding to him and his presence.

He sighed closing his eyes briefly before nodding.

“You’re right.” He yielded, “I am a dick.”

You had to double to take to make sure you were hearing him correctly. Did he just admit to being wrong?

“I shouldn’t have started a fight with Cross, and I shouldn’t have walked away from you.” He kept his arms crossed looking at you, “I was jealous Adi’ka. Seeing you mated to him, it nearly broke my heart. And you telling me, us, that you choose him…You’re all I’ve thought about since we lost you and I don’t know, I was hoping everything would go back to the way it was before…” he gestured to the mark, “But what’s done is done, I guess.” The hint of brokenness in his voice made your anger wither, “You chose Crosshair and I’m just going to have to be okay with that.”

You scrunched your brow, confused you asked, “Wait, do you think our mate bonds were broken?” You shook your head, “Hunter I’m not just bound to Cross, I’m still bound to all of you too…still.”

“But, you’re claimed.” He shook his head a little in confusion.

“Yes, but it didn’t change how I feel about all of you.” You explained, “I can just feel Crosshair a lot stronger now.”

His brows perked up with hope.

“Clearly the claiming marks don’t work the same with me. If I was a normal omega I wouldn’t even be able to comprehend a different alpha. You know this.”

“So, you think everything is still the same?” He asked stepping towards you.

“I do.” You nodded letting him crowd into your space, “I felt you through our bond on Naboo. We’re still mated…”

You were suddenly enveloped in his presence. His familiar scent filled your nose making you vibrate with excitement. You hadn’t even notice him advancing on you.

He reached out a finger to lift your chin to face him. You looked into his grey hazel eyes as he peered down at you.

“Mesh’la...” He sighed, “We’re not mated… yet.” His tone lit a fire in your core. That was a promise. The way he was looking at you, like he had back on Mimban, had you starting to warm. He raised a brow and smirked watching the way you shuddered at the idea of him claiming you.

“H-Hunter.” You whispered his name.

His finger under your chin quickly turned into a soft caress down your neck, “We found a place, love. It’s a green place, with no one but us. It’s in the outer rim, almost in the unknown regions. We found it when Rex was looking for our brothers. We can start over there, no one will know us, the empire can’t find us. We’ll build our own pack, start our own family.” He looked so happy. Happier than you had seen him in a very long time.

You looked up at him owlishly. Just like you had dreamed…

“Tech is already making plans on building the home stead. We want to take you there cyare.”

You blinked at him, you couldn’t believe this man, your Sergeant, was willing to go to such lengths to protect you. To give you everything you dreamed of as a pup. You never thought you’d make it off of Coruscant. And now, you were in an entirely different universe. One where you barely had anytime to process and he was offering you peace.

You looked up at the soldier. You could almost laugh at the irony. A being created with only one purpose, to kill and serve, was offering you peace.

The thought was beautiful.

Despite his creator’s purpose, it would seem Hunter and the Batch’s defectiveness would always remain victorious.

“Yes. Yes Hunter. Bring me to the green place.”