The Marauder touched down on the landing pad with a low hum, dust swirling in the warm breeze of Naboo’s atmosphere. Clone Force 99 was not in the habit of expecting surprises—unless they were planning them. But today, the surprise had been handed down straight from the Jedi Council.
“A new commander?” Crosshair muttered, chewing on the toothpick in the corner of his mouth. “We don’t need babysitting.”
“Apparently, the Council thinks we do,” Tech replied, tapping through data on his datapad. “They’re sending us a Jedi. Effective immediately.”
Hunter’s brow furrowed as he stared toward the incoming transport ship. “We don’t work well with strangers. Especially ones who think we need hand-holding.”
“I dunno,” Wrecker said, stretching his arms behind his head. “Could be fun. Maybe she’s one of those cool ones with the double-bladed sabers.”
“Or maybe,” Crosshair said flatly, “she gets us all killed.”
The transport ramp hissed open.
And out stepped… her.
She wasn’t what any of them expected. Clad in a flowing, pastel version of Jedi robes (were those rhinestones on the hem?), the woman descending the ramp looked like she’d wandered out of a holo-drama about space princesses and glittery makeovers. Her violet hair flowed in soft waves, catching the sunlight in a way that made it shimmer like starlight. Her features were delicate and impossibly elegant—high cheekbones, a small pert nose, and pointed ears that gave her an almost ethereal, Elven appearance.
“Hello, boys!” she called in a singsong voice, giving them a wide, glossy-lipped smile and a wave that made her long sleeves billow. “I’m Master Talia Auren. But you can call me Tally.”
Crosshair spat out his toothpick. “You’re joking.”
Hunter blinked once. Twice. Then again, slower. “You’re… the Jedi?”
She beamed. “Mmhmm! The Council said you were all very special, and I just love working with special boys.”
Wrecker looked completely mesmerized. “She’s like a fairy.”
“I’m not a fairy, silly,” Talia said with a giggle, touching her lightsaber hilt, which had little lavender crystals woven into the grip. “I’m a Jedi Master. Totally serious. Promise.”
Tech opened his mouth to say something—likely “statistically improbable” or “violation of Jedi dress code”—but nothing came out.
⸻
They got their first taste of her “skills” within the hour.
A distress call from a Republic outpost nearby had them rushing into action. Separatist droids had overrun the perimeter. The Batch took cover behind a ruined speeder, blasters at the ready.
Talia, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the battlefield, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as if waiting for a fashion show to start.
Blaster fire erupted. Talia squealed—not in fear, but delight—and ducked just as a bolt zipped past where her head had been. She straightened with a grin, turning to glance at her reflection in a scorched droid chassis.
“Oh Force, my bangs,” she said. “Hunter, do you think I should part them in the middle? Or does that say ‘trying too hard’?”
“You’re in a firefight!” he shouted, dropping a droid with one clean shot.
She gave him a pout, then lazily flicked her fingers. A series of crates lifted from behind the droids and slammed into them like a game of smashball, knocking out half the enemy forces in a single swoop.
Wrecker whooped. “Did you see that?!”
“She didn’t even look where she was aiming,” Tech mumbled, stunned.
Talia turned, radiant. “Oh, I don’t aim. I just… vibe.” Her saber ignited with a flash of pastel violet. “Let’s go, babes!”
Hunter gave a slow exhale. “This is either going to be a disaster… or the weirdest success of our careers.”
Crosshair scowled from his perch. “I still vote disaster.”
But as the battle raged on, one thing became clear: wherever she went, things just worked out. Blaster bolts missed her by inches. Droids tripped into their own mines. Tech found encrypted doors already unlocked. She laughed through it all, never panicked, never hurt, and somehow leaving a wake of destruction she barely seemed to notice.
Summary: Tech’s working on something new. Midnight gets to help in more ways than one.
Pairing: Tech x reader, also implied poly bad batch x reader
Warnings: Very NSFW, very filthy. Tech is a bit of a freak, but so is Midnight, smut, p in v smut, my glove kink shining through, use of toys, language.
**A/N: **I decided to make it part of the series since it does require reading the part with Echo to make sense as to _why _it’s happening. Also will require reading this one for the next one to make sense as well, so enjoy another part!
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“I need you.”
Tech doesn’t give her much of an option as his hand wraps around her arm, tugging her away from a baffled Hunter and down the hall. They had landed in Tipoca City just a few hours ago. Midnight had gone straight to the barracks as she normally did, wanting to avoid the stares of the regs as much as possible. Half of them hated her presence, hating that a simple civilian had imposed in their space. The other half looked like they were picturing her naked. That doesn’t bother her much, she’s used to those kinds of looks, but it has her worrying. Like somehow they knew she was doing something very forbidden and fucking her squad.
They hid it very well. Even in the barracks, they kept all affection to a minimum. Of course they had their moments, and she’d slept in their bunks a handful of times, but they were careful. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to walk in on them, and the last thing they needed was a controversy.
She’s not sure she can handle being separated from them now. The thought of something happening to them because of her haunted her thoughts in the dead of night. It wasn’t something they’d talked about. The whole point was to not get caught so they wouldn’t have to worry about it.
Of course, being led hastily by Tech back to the barracks probably wasn’t doing anything to help.
He’s got that determined walk he gets when his mind is on whatever he was working on still. He had been tinkering since the end of the last mission. He’d been paired off with Echo, as was becoming the usual, and he had returned to the ship and instantly jumped into a project. It wasn’t that unusual, except this time he’s being very secretive. Usually he was willing to talk your ear off about his tinkering, but this time, he’d not even murmured to himself about it.
Midnight had been a bit curious, but the others had just shrugged it off as Tech being Tech. They’d probably all find out eventually anyway.
Looks like Midnight was about to get her curiosity satisfied.
“I need you to tell me which you prefer.” Tech says as they enter the barracks. He heads straight for the table, several items laid out.
“Okay?” Midnight asks, standing across the table from him.
He pushes several kinds of metal towards her. “I’m working on an upgrade for Echo. I need to know which one of these feels the best to you in terms of touch.”
Midnight looks down at the hunks of metal, picking one up. “Why?”
“He wants to make sure it’s...comfortable for you.”
Midnight glances up at Tech before picking up another piece of the metal. She tests all of them, running her fingers along them, feeling the weight of each. “This one’s the smoothest.” She says, picking up the first she’d tested. “It’s also the lightest.”
Tech adjusts his goggles with one hand, taking the metal from her. “Yes, that’s the one I thought of initially. I’m glad you agree.”
Midnight stays there for a moment, watching him. He’s already back to work, clearing the other metals away. She’s grown used to Tech’s direct communication, but this was almost cryptic.
She can’t help but wonder what exactly he’s upgrading for Echo as she makes her way towards the mess hall where she’d been headed with Hunter. It made sense to her, that Echo would want things to be as comfortable as possible for her since they had grown closer recently. He was always concerned about her comfort, but she didn’t care. She was used to discomfort anyway, and she never felt any when she was with him.
Sweet, sweet Echo, always worrying about her.
*****
Midnight wakes when her door slides open. She’d been fast asleep after another exhausting mission. Every mission seemed to be getting harder, or she was just growing more and more tired of the constant stress, the constant adrenaline, the constant worry. It didn’t look like the war would be ending any time soon. While it meant her worries about being separated from her boys were still far away, it meant they were still having to fight and the constant worry of losing one of them or worse, herself, is still high.
She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It couldn’t have been that long since she’d dragged herself back to the Marauder and passed out in her bunk. “Tech?” She murmurs, eyeing the clone in her doorway. “Is it time to switch already?”
“Technically yes, but I need your help again.” He says.
Midnight hums, eyes trying to close again. “Gimme minute.” She murmurs, moving so she’s sitting on the edge of her bunk, bare feet on the cold metal to try and wake her up.
Tech leaves without a response, her door sliding shut once more. She sits on the edge of her bed for a long moment, trying to force herself awake. Usually she could be up and ready in a flash, but this time it seems she’s far more exhausted than normal.
She pushes herself to her feet, changing into clean clothes before she slips out the door. She makes her way down the hallway, stepping over piles of armor left in the walkway. It seemed she wasn’t the only one exhausted after this mission. Hunter would have things to say when he got up, but it seemed they all needed their rest.
She makes her way to the cockpit, stepping inside. Tech is nowhere to be seen. She steps up to the console anyway, checking the chronometer. Eight hours? Tech let her sleep eight hours? No wonder she feels so tired.
“Tech!” She quietly protests as the clone steps into the cockpit. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long!”
“You needed it.” He shrugs. “Besides, I was too busy working on things.”
“Still, Tech, you need rest.” Midnight says, approaching the clone.
“I’m fine.” He insists. “And so is the ship. Come on, I need your help again.”
He doesn’t give her much of a choice, taking her hand as he leads her back towards the hull. He leads her into the makeshift medbay, releasing her hand as he goes over towards a crate.
“Take off your pants.”
“I-what?” Midnight stares at his back with wide eyes.
“Take off your pants.” He repeats himself, turning around. It’s said with the strictness of a command. He did technically outrank her, they all outranked her when it came down to it, but very rarely did they use their rank against her.
Midnight’s eyes widen as she spots what’s in his hand. She swallows the lump forming in her throat, hands undoing the laces of her pants. She pushes them down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She can feel wetness pooling between her legs, dampening her underwear.
Tech approaches her slowly, eyes concentrated behind his goggles. Midnight shivers under his glance, stepping out of her pants, kicking them to the side. She stands still, her head tilting back as Tech comes to tower over her. He bends down, hand gripping one of her inner thighs. He pulls her legs further apart, his fingers sliding up until they’re between her legs. He’s still wearing his gloves, the fabric rough even through her panties.
Tech watches her face as he rubs her through her underwear. His eyes are still focused, calculating. Oh how she wished sometimes she could hear his thoughts, get inside his brain. He was the most enigmatic of the group. She had, at one point, thought it was Crosshair, but Cross wasn’t hard to understand once you realized he wasn’t pretending to be an asshole to hide his true self. He just is an asshole. Tech, though, was harder to decipher. He was constantly surprising her, every time she thought she had him figured out.
Tech’s hand slips under her panties, tugging them down. “On the table.” He says, voice still stern. She wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he even realized he was doing it at all. The Tech she’s used to in these situations is still buried under the mechanic and engineer. The softness he usually held in his gaze when he was with her is missing.
Because this isn’t like those times, she thinks as she lets him maneuver her on the table. Midnight swallows thickly, staring up at him. She’s on her back on the table, as close to the end as she can get. Her legs are bent, toes hanging off the edge. It felt a bit like the exam she’d had to go through when she’d joined the GAR, but staring up at Tech has warmth flooding through her.
This is an experiment.
Midnight’s breathing picks up as she watches Tech pop open the bottle of lube, her bottle of lube from her room. He slathers some on the device, before his gaze turns back to her. He looks her in the eyes, holding her gaze as his free hand comes to rest on her stomach. His thumb rubs her skin gently for a moment, and the intimacy of the touch has her head spinning. He’s still Tech. He’s still the sweet man under all that genius.
“So this is why-” Midnight’s breath catches as he runs the tip along her slit. “Why you wanted my opinion.”
Tech hums, gaze breaking hers as he lines it up. “Echo asked me on the mission before this last one if I could invent something that would allow him to experience what we do.” He slowly pushes the device into her, working her open slowly. “He said you gave him the idea.”
Of course. She remembers that conversation just a few weeks ago.
“Sometimes I wish I could give you what they can.”
“I’m sure Tech could come up with something. He’d probably be thrilled with the challenge.”
She had been half-joking when she’d said it, but it seemed Echo had taken it to heart. Of course, she wouldn’t complain. If it was what he wanted, then she would gladly accommodate.
She moans quietly as Tech bottoms out the device. She grabs his hand that’s still on her abdomen, the other gripping the edge of the table.
“How does it feel?” He asks, keeping it still.
“Good.” She moans, clenching around it. “A little cold, though.”
Tech nods. “I plan on figuring out a way to keep it warm. Of course your body heat will warm it quickly once it’s inside you. I modeled it after mine, since our discussion about our anatomical similarities with regs.”
Tech keeps talking but his words are lost as he slowly pulls it from her, almost all the way, before sliding it back in. Midnight grips his hand tighter as he keeps the slow pace, drawing it from her slowly before pressing it all the way back in. Her back arches a bit, hips trying to press closer, trying to get him to move faster. The hand on her abdomen gets just slightly heavier, trying to pin her down and keep her still.
“How does it feel?” He asks, watching the device. “I can use softer metal, but I worry about it breaking down over time. I used the same coating they put on internal cybernetics to help protect it. I could explore using some kind of padding to make it feel more realistic.”
"Tech," She says, squeezing his hand. "Hurry up and fuck me."
His gaze hardens just a bit, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't hurry science." He says, pulling the device nearly all the way from her. "I need to know how it feels, what needs to be changed. This is only the first model."
Midnight's eyes roll back as he thrusts the toy harder into her, shifting the angle just a bit. Her hips rise from the table, trying to keep the feeling going.
Tech tsks, pressing harder on her abdomen to hold her still. "You move too much. Don't make me restrain you."
"These tables have restraints." He says simply, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown. "I could tie you down."
Midnight's head falls back with a thump as he thrusts the device into her once more. She lets out a loud moan, not caring that the others could probably hear. "Kriff, Tech!"
He continues the slow pace, watching the device disappear into her body. She's dripping, the lewd squelch loud in his ears. He had worked almost non stop wanting to get the first model device created just for this moment. His own dick is pressing hard against his codpiece. He’s been hard more times since he started this project than he ever remembers. He’s completely whipped. His hand was nothing compared to Midnight now.
“Tech!” Her voice has pitched higher, meaning she’s close. Her legs are shaking, trying to close around his hand but he holds them open. He had mostly been kidding about restraining her, but after seeing her reaction...he stores that away in his brain for later. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum!” She cries.
He slides the hand on her abdomen down, thumb circling her clit. He can feel it as she cums, her body pulsing around the device. He can practically feel it on his own dick, shifting his weight to try and relieve some of the pressure.
He gives her a moment before sliding the device from her. She groans quietly, chest heaving as she breathes. He sets the device aside, moving to stand by her head. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening under the harsh light of their medbay. She looks beautiful, he thinks, like this.
“Was that satisfactory?” He asks. “I can make any changes to it that you think might help.”
Midnight reaches up, pulling him down closer to her. She presses her lips against his, hand cupping the back of his head. She kisses him hard, arousal already beginning to pool between her thighs once more. Her other hand slips down his stomach, fingers pulling at his codpiece.
“Tech,” She whines.
Kriff, he loves when she says his name like that.
He tugs himself away from her, letting his codpiece hit the floor with a clang. He moves back down to the end of the table, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her. She sometimes forgets just how strong they are.
Tech turns her, bending her over the table. He’s still in his gloves, the fabric rough on her sensitive skin as he teases her clit. She can hear him wrestling himself free from his blacks. He’s still in his armor, the plastoid pressing against her as he slips into her.
She lets out a keening whine, pressing up onto her toes. Tech traces the delicate curve of her spine before closing his hands around her waist. She’s so warm and wet, he knows he won’t last very long.
He sets a brutal pace from the start, rutting into her so hard the metal table creaks. Hunter has to be awake by now, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the others were as well. He doesn’t care, though. He’d woken up many times hearing the others with her, why not let them have a bit of a show. The last mission had been a rough one, and he knows they all need some relief.
“Yes!” She cries out, back arching as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He knows it can’t be comfortable with his armor digging into her, but she offers no protest. “Yes, Tech!”
Her legs are shaking as she cums, head falling back against his shoulder. He grunts into her ear, his cheek pressing against the side of her head as he chases his own orgasm.
“Tech...Tech...” She moans, hands gripping the table. “I love you.”
The three words come out as he spills into her, panting into her ear. She hadn’t meant to say it, but she was so lost in the pleasure and raw emotion of the last couple hours. It had just slipped out.
She’d never said it directly to him. It had always just been implied. Of course she loved all of them. She loved them so much it hurt sometimes. She knows they love her too, in their own ways, even if they didn’t directly say it.
“Tech,” She starts, trying to wiggle out of his arms.
He gently pushes her so she’s flat against the table again, his hand pressing against her back. It’s not heavy, she could slip out of his hold if she wanted to, but it’s enough to keep her still.
“I don’t know what that means.” He says. She can feel his eyes on the back of her head. “I mean, I know the technical definition of love: ‘An intense feeling of deep affection.’ But it’s...it’s not something that can be calculated or quantified. It’s hard to...to find examples.”
Midnight pushes back against Tech’s hand, and he lets her stand. She turns to face him, looking up at him. It feels a bit crude, having this conversation while his cum is sliding down her thighs, while he’s still in his armor and she’s bare from the waist down. “I know love is hard.” She says. “It’s...it’s so variable, unique, independent to every individual. You think you know what it feels like, then someone else comes along and it feels entirely different. It’s just...something you know, not exactly something you can quantify and I know that’s hard for you.” She removes his goggles, gently kissing the indents in his cheeks from them. “I know you love me, even if you’re still figuring it out.”
He leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Thank you, cyare.” He says, nose bumping hers as he leans down to kiss her.
“I need a shower.” She murmurs against his lips.
“First tell me what you thought.” He says, immediately back to his normal self.
Midnight smirks, taking Tech’s hand. “I’ll tell you in the shower.”
Tech stares at her for a moment before realization crosses his face. “Oh.”
Midnight giggles, tugging him towards the fresher. “Come on, genius.”
Summary: Introduction of undescribed Jedi female meeting The Bad Batch in 3rd person and story set up. 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤
Characters: Reaper (nicked of undescribed 1st person), The Bad Batch (Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair) and some other clones
Warning: NSFW towards the middle, Crude Language, Hook Up’s, PiV Smut, Walked in On, mild mention of Rank
Word Count: 3.1k
Part 2
18+ NO MINORS
Story Master List
You had already read the files on each of them but there was always more to a person then heartless paperwork. Cody brought them and was excited to show you them. They were standing in line at attention when you walked up. You eyed each of them up and down letting your eyes trail over their muscle and various distinct features. You grabbed the cyborg known as Echo by the chin and titled his head back and forth so you could admire the implants letting him go and moved on to the next one, it was the first time you had ever seen a clone with corrective googles, Tech, you tried to stick you’re finger between the band and his head but it didn’t budge. Useful. Looking up at a big musclier clone, Wrecker, made you feel slightly uncomfortable you didn’t even know they could be made like that and wondered if everything about him was big. You poked the hardness of his arm, you let out a small hmph. The next one was doing his best to hide a very obvious grimace, Crosshair, you stared into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness staring back. This one was going to be annoying and a buzzkill. The next one was leader of the group, Hunter, being aware of his enhanced senses you very gently tilted his face to the side so you could get a good look at the skull tattoo on his face. Stepping away from them you put your hands behind your back. The thought of being stuck with five hot me for who knows how long made your heart in lower places skip a beat. Definitely going to have to get this out of my system first.
“What was that about?” Wrecker said looking at where you poked him.
“You boys are heading out with General Reaper to recover a lost Jedi artifact that would be very dangerous in sSeparatist hands,” Cody said with a small grin, “Maybe we’ll all go out for drinks when you get back. Good luck and try to have fun with them” he said to you before turning and leaving you with what was suppose to be the best squad for the job.
You stripped off the traditional black robes, much to their surprise and to expose the sleek armor underneath. You put your lightsabers in a side pocket and reached for your blaster holsters from the pack you left by Cody’s feet during the inspection. Two small blasters on your sides and a longer on your hip. You rolled up the robe up and shoved it in the pack, swinging it into place on your back letting it latch.
“Sergeant Hunter, prepare the ship for a run into the depths of the outter rim. Make sure we got enough of everything to be stranded for a couple weeks. Now if anyone needs me, I’m off to 79’s come get me when you’re done,” you said looking at the ship a few clicks away, “Also paint over that, where we’re going you don’t identifiable markings like that,” you said with a small whistle at the senator artwork they had done.
The big boy sighed but nodded. You sprinted off in the direction Cody headed and managed to catch up with him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rubbed your knuckles into his hair distressing it, his boys were of course watching and they were very aware of how much you liked to embarrass them.
You pointed at the nearest clone who was staring, “Keep staring and you’ll be next Boil.” All of the other clones put their heads down and didn’t want to be the next victim of your sisterly taunting.
“General,” Cody said maneuvering out of your hold, “What was that for,” he said fixing his hair and putting his helmet on so you couldn’t do it again.
“The squad you gave me looks like a bunch of sticks in the mud, you know how boring this assignment is going to be?” You said crossing your arms, “What am I suppose to do with a group of guys who look like they can’t have a good time?”
“Commanders Wolffe’s team has been pulled for assignment after their shore day today.”
“The pack is at 79’s?!”
“Oh no.”
“Come on let’s go,” you said yanking his arm practically out of his socket.
“Have to check in with General Kenobi first.”
“Master?!” Your face lit up.
You hummed temple rhymes as we entered the command room to find Obi looking over a data pad. When he heard your hum he turned around and his face light up. It had been a while since you trained under him but he was definitely fond of your unorthodox methods.
“It’s been awhile. Nice to see you’re still forgoing traditional entire.”
“More comfortable,” you chipped with a shrug, “not every tradition needs to be followed to the letter.”
“Just try not to get into much trouble this time.”
“She’s walking trouble,” Cody mumbled.
“Commander, have fun we can have this meeting when she ships out.”
“Wooot, let’s go cause trouble,” which got a major eye roll from Obi.
Cody ushered me towards the unsuspecting speeders tucked away in a corner, you always wondered how the clones snuck out time to time. You let out an audible laugh flinging your leg over it and starting it. There is no way the higher ups didn’t know these were here because they had the signature squadron colors on them it would definitely be hard to miss the bright orange, blue and green color amongst the white ships. You were surprised however they would turned a blind eye to it. You and Cody raced towards 79’s. Switching off the bike letting it drift to a stop and jumped off just as it stilled. Cody rolled his eyes, he knew it was his treat. We walked in to find the boys huddled in the back eating with fresh drinks.
“Loose Lips,” Wolffe grinned.
“She embarrassed me in front of all the boys already,” Cody said putting his hands up before sliding into their booth.
“I’ll grab us some drinks,” you said already walking off to the counter.
“What’s a girl like you doing in a boring place like this,” a shiny said his finger doing a circle in the air motioning to be on the only non clone on the premises.
“General, what can I get ya?” The bar tending clone said walking over.
“Just two drinks, managed to drag Mr. boring bones in during his shift,” I smiled watching the color drain from the shiny’s face, “because just like you, I’m a soldier who needs a night out,” you said grabbing the two drinks and winking at him.
“Darren giving you a rough time?” Wolffe said raising an eyebrow, at who was obviously one of his shinys.
“Nah, it was kind of cute. Definitely better than the last one,” chugging half the glass down in one go, “might be cuter after a couple of these,” you said spinning the liquid in the glass staring at the embarrassed trooper when you noticed the two grey stripes down his sleeve. Hmph, wonder what he did to earn that most clones didn’t have marks on their regular clothing.
“This time don’t leave your strays forgetting where they left their civvies. There are only so many half truths I can come up with,” Wolffe said rolling his eyes.
Somehow you were always getting in trouble with one of his men, they we’re different from the rest. While all clones basically looked alike, they definitely didn’t think alike and he usually always got the toughest and smartest ones.
You bashed your lashes at him in a joking manner, “I would do no such thing,” but everyone knew they was a lie.
After a few more drinks everyone was having fun, arm wrestling each other and seeing how long it took to wake up after a stun shot. Ironically you beat them all by being able to wake up with in a perfect four minutes even though they spent stunning each other for fun, but not surprisingly Wolffe was four minutes and eleven seconds and Cody in third place like always.
“One of these days I’ll best you for time.”
“Only in your dreams.”
“I’ll get us another round,” you said letting them jokingly bicker at each other.
Darren was still sitting at the counter drinking alone, you walked over to him out of curiosity, “why aren’t you with your brothers?”
“Ever been stuck in the barracks with your brothers for weeks on end? Sometimes quiet is the new sanity,” then it clicks with him you’re not a clone, “or stuck with anyone for that long,” he quickly added.
“I have and you’re right, I don’t know how I don’t smother them time to time. What are the stripes about?”
“I’m daring,” he said with annoyed coated laugh, “During training I never followed the regulation path so it’s just a reminder to think outside the lines.”
You looked over at the pack exchanging credits on what probably bets about how the night would end. Wolffe gave you a tiny thumbs up when none of them were looking. A little hmph escaped your mouth, wasn’t often they approved of your mischievous behavior. Slipped the bar tender a few extra credits, he laughed and nodded off towards the back room handing you two more drinks.
“Coming,” you purred to Darren as you got up.
“Just try to be quiet,” the bar tender whispered.
The gambling lounge tucked around the back was empty, the gambling tables mostly empty but for abandoned wagers left out. The shiny gulped down his drink, so you gulped down yours. You didn’t know why you found clones so attractive, maybe it the was the caramel eyes or perfect smiles.
He was breathing deeply trying to figure you out, his heart fluttering when he watched you down the drink. His heart raced faster when you stepped closer to him, you were staring up at him with a mischievous smile. Might have been his first time around a woman but you definitely peaked his interest.
You fiddled with his civvies, pulling off his gloves one at a time with your teeth and then removed his cap in one swoop exposing deep brown hair with some dyed grey streaks running threw it. Yep, you thought, definitely one of pack. Running your hand up his chest you could feel the race in his heart as the muscles underneath refused to hide anything. He helped by unfastening his shirt so his bare chest was exposed, letting you run your fingers up and down his chest. While clones weren’t born with the urge to reproduce, they definitely dance with a little a little bit of help. You slowly took off each of your blasters and holsters and set them down and kicking them away. You placed his hands on the straps of your legging, allowing him to set the pace if he wanted to take them off. You looked down definitely noting that it got his attention, that your certain favourite part was starting to bulge out. Before you gave him time to decide, you chose you didn’t need pants right now. You bought one of your legs up to his side, letting the other hold you up so you could slowly grind into that bulge. He run his fingers around your leg, feeling the hidden muscle underneath.
“Should we really be doing this General?” He said red glowing over his cheeks.
“Consider it an order if you want too,” you whispered in his ear feeling him fill out more under you.
You pulled him over to the sofa taking off his pants, leaving his bare legs and other things exposed. Slowly you took off the panties you were wearing and pushed him down onto the couch. Gently you played with his choobies watching his dick pulse with the sensation. A small moan escaped him, dragging your finger up you grabbed firmly around his member. You pumped it up and down with a tiny twist watch the euphoria spread across his face. His breathing hitched, he was getting close. How cute. You angled yourself above him and slammed yourself down on him as hard as you could. A loud ahhh escaped him with the new sensation, something warm and wet hugging him in all of the right places. You brought your mouth to his to muffle the moans escaping both of you as you bounced up and down him, he was definitely hard enough to make your walls twitch around his added girth. One of hands traced the back of your neck tickling your spine, you bit down on his lip gently but forcibly.
“General-“ he panted between kisses, “what’s that feeling-“
“Just enjoy it Trooper,” you purred kissing down his neck maybe biting a little to hard at the base of his neck. A little mark to give his brothers something to talk about.
His hands reached for your hips almost pleading to be pushed over what was probably a very short ledge. You could see the blissful tension in his face and feel his dick squirming in you. You teased him a little bit by slowing down, his nails dug into you causing you’re own warm fluid to kiss the tip of his dick. You started shaking, it’s been a while since you last came. He picked you up and laid you down on the gambling table, it was just the perfect height for him to be standing in front you where you could see his chest and face. You let out a small giggle, as he brought one your legs to his shoulders. You could feel him pressing deeper in you, he kissed your ankle and cupped your hips with both of his hands squeezing. You started to feeling more warmth gathering and your vagina squeezing around him.
“Harder” you panted squirming under him.
“Like this” he asked like he was asking for your approval as he pulled himself out and then slammed into your cervix.
“Mhm,” you moaned as he slammed into your cervix again a little hard this time.
We’re both were to busy feeling each other when Tech walked in to the trooper to cumming in you “General” he said panting while digging into my hips, his eyes looking at you in wonder.
As much as you kept wanting to stare at his beauty, your head leaned back to see a shocked expression and horrified on Tech face, “Took you boys long enough,” I squeaked in between the convulsions of the orgasms, “I’ll be out in a bit.”
“Excuse me,” Tech staring down promptly at his data pad and backing out.
You heard a muffled “I warned you,” from the other side of the door.
You looked back up to see the mortified look on the troopers face who was just starting to go soft inside you, you leaned up very carefully to touch his face, “Hey don’t sweat it,” you said gently pulling him out and nibbled on his ear lobe, “when I get back I’ll make it up to you.”
You grabbed one of the old towels and put it inbetween my legs for the cum to dripped onto.
“Why are you waiting for them?” He asked his warm composure coming back.
“A trip to the outter rim to retrieve an ancient Jedi artifact.”
“I’m going get dressed, before someone else walks in. CT-9732 when you get back,” he said leaning down and kissing you again, slightly getting better each time.
Your eyes trailed the forms of his body, the muscle and curvature of the definition. It almost made you want him to take again before leaving. You sighed and finished sitting forward for the rest of the cum to noisily drip out. You stood up holding the towel under you making sure it was done, and it was. You rolled up the towel and hide it under the table. The trooper gave you one more look with a huge blush a crossed his face, before leaving. You couldn’t remember the last time someone blushed over you like that. You fastened your armor back on so you could face the awaiting embarrassment outside of the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened; at least it wasn’t Obi. You plastered a dumb smile on your face and found your way back to where Cody and Wolffe were waiting.
“I told you he wouldn’t mark her, hand over the credits.”
“He’s definitely… different,” you said accidentally letting a small blush appear across your face and you’re voice was almost dreamy.
Wolffe handed the credits back to Cody, “told ya.”
“Regs,” Crosshair scowled walking over looking at who your choice was with the rest of the batch. His eyes beamed down at you, trying to pierce you with his anger and… something carnal.
“We’ll go out for drinks and maybe some drunk racing when I get back, you boys take care and tell Obi I said good luck on Mistori.”
“How did you-“ Cody said, “Right.”
I laughed, “Alright come on boys let’s get out of here.”
Tech didn’t even look at me, his face was glued to his datapad very obviously trying hide embarrassment? It was almost kind of cute. Thinking about it, you wondered if Hunter could smell the hormones and sex on you. It kind of made you a little turned on thinking about it. Tech was unfortunately the tour guide of the Marauder, never once looking at you, but showed you where the bunks were and the room they cleared out for you not knowing exactly what a female or Jedi needs.
“I think we need to talk about the Bantha in the room,” you said stepping infront of him.
“It’s a natural biological need, although I was unaware that the Regs could feel such a need because it wasn’t something we were designed to do. It was definitely data I did not need nor a position I needed to see my commanding officer in.”
“I’m going to trapped here with a bunch of guys for week, you do have to admit it was the best option at the time.”
“That… Yes actually was for the best,” he said looking up but not quiet looking at me either, “I would however use the refresher and get cleaned up. If I can still smell it on you, Hunter most definitely can.”
That was hot. “Yeah, point me in the direct.”
He lead me to a small room with, “be quick”, he said practically shoving my inside and shutting the door.
You rolled your eyes and peeled off your armor & let it hit the floor piece by piece. Just incase they were listening, however you didn’t know if it was to prove a point you were going to clean up or to tease them. As soon as you stepped in the shower you realized the other side of the shower were the boy’s bunk because you pressed your ear up against the wall you could hear a mild wet noise and a whispered ‘kark’ as a moan. It wasn’t long until you lifted your leg a little bit where you could play with yourself until you heard the other side finish with an almost intentional splat against the wall.
summary: just a cluster of random hc’s that kinda link together. i’m just soft for these boys
a/n: another piece retrieved from c&m but with extra content bc i used to not be very comfortable writing for echo, but i feel like i’ve kinda become ready to delve into him deeper
tech:
tech??? a flirt??? more likely than you’d think
it blindsides the boys bc like everyone else that meets the genius, they think he’ll be a shy, bumbling fool when trying to impress someone
but he ends up being a smooth motherfucker who uses some random study that says “eight hugs a day is recommended to keep the mind and body healthy” to get you to cuddle in bed longer or to stop doing something that isn’t holding your boys
”how many hugs have you today?” “um…” “unacceptable. to be safe, we’re starting the count over” you were close to eight but since you couldn’t recount them when he asked, he takes it as zero (even if he knows he was at least two of the day’s recommended hugs)
they’ll never admit it but the others are extremely grateful bc his tactic works every time
echo:
echo gets cold much easier than anyone else in the group for obvious reasons, but hates to make it known
you were quick to catch on to his shivering in the few nights he would let you sleep next to him during brief breaks & decided to do something to help: get him a heated blanket
during a brief refuel stop on coruscant, you made your way into the shopping district and bought him a 501st blue heated blanket that had considerable weight to it. not enough to smother him, but just enough to feel like he’s wrapped in a hug
the heating and ventilation system in the marauder went kaput in hyperspace which turned the ship into a flying icebox. echo was already an icicle on the best days, but this level of cold would be almost unbearable for him
the boys had commed you to let you know the situation & that they were a couple hours out
you cranked the blanket to the next highest setting and let it warm up before they got there, and made sure to have some food ready for all five of them
an echo-shaped blanket burrito was carried through your front door by wrecker, the others trailing behind the hulk of a soldier like lost tookas
wrecker knew to bring echo to your bed where you wrapped him in the new blanket, waiting until you knew it was warm before sliding all but two blankets out from underneath the heated one
before leaving him be, you smoothed out his brow with your thumb and kissed his forehead gently, careful to not wake him
when he finally woke up, he wrapped you in the biggest hug he possibly could with a smile that nearly overtook the rest of his face
wrecker:
wrecker would be the most obvious when missing you, more open with his emotions than the others (which doesn’t say much, i know)
he’ll be the one in the middle of a mission talking about how comfy your bed is and how much he misses your cooking
absolute cuddle bug. no one even comes close to his strong need to constantly have some sort of physical contact with you
he keeps an arm slung around you at nearly all times, whether it be around your shoulder or your waist he’s always wanting to hold you
if one of the others has themselves wrapped around you, he’ll resort to having a hand in your back pocket or even a couple fingers hooked into your belt loop
the grumpiest and poutiest wrecker is the one not around you
crosshair:
crosshair quickly becomes a food critic whose ratings seem quite biased toward the cook
he would praise every dish you made not just bc the rations were depressingly bland, but bc you make everything with love and the intention of taking care of your boys.
crosshair is the most likely to shoot a bitch for just a bite of your cooking (he’s most likely to shoot a bitch period but that’s beside the point)
so you started cooking in bulk and freezing it so they can have a taste of home when they’re half a galaxy away
since each one has different preferences when it comes to some ingredients (crosshair loathes corn while hunter enjoys extra), you always put their names or draw their symbols on the top so they don’t get mixed up
when you draw a crosshair for him you always put a heart in the center of it and it makes him smile every time, especially when he lifts the foil top and sees the secret note you always leave him
he’s nonchalantly checked the others’ containers and doesn’t find a note for them, and to him it makes him feel special that there’s something solely his in the universe, no matter how trivial it may seem
hunter:
speaking of the word “home”
hunter’s the first one to use it out of the four of them
he’s giving a pre-mission of what they need to do and casually says “the quicker we get this done, the quicker we get home”
crosshair calls him on it and hunter tries to say he didn’t say that but tech recorded it and he very clearly said-
there wasn’t anything wrong with hunter saying it, it just came as a shock bc the only “homes” they knew were kamino (terrible first experience) and the havoc marauder (not terrible but i hey were just alone together 24/7, they get on each other’s nerves sometimes)
but then they met you, and you turned their world topsy-turvy. suddenly they have someone that sees them as people & is so absolutely genuine that it makes them ache when they suddenly remember “hey, there’s this person i would do anything for and apparently they’d do the same for me, holy shit”
the first time they saw photos of themselves hanging in your apartment, it caught them off guard. it wasn’t a grand gesture that required a lot of fanfare, it wars a simple thing you did to have pieces of them be with you when they’re worlds away
plus, there’s no way you can be sad when looking at a picture of wrecker using a disgruntled crosshair as weights
these boys love you to the ends of the galaxy and then even farther & will make sure you don’t forget
The Marauder coasted through hyperspace, quiet for once. No alarms. No explosions. No glitter.
Yet.
Wrecker was lying belly-down on the floor with Lula, trying to teach the little stuffed Tooka how to arm a thermal detonator (a deactivated one, thankfully). Tech was running diagnostics. Crosshair was cleaning his rifle with the delicate care of a man who had very specific opinions about barrel polish.
Talia was in the galley.
More specifically—she had taken over the galley.
“Okay,” she said brightly, balancing a mixing bowl in one arm and stirring with the other, “I know I’m not supposed to use the emergency food stores, but like, these ration bars are basically tragic. So I melted them down with some caf crystals and a touch of vanilla extract I may or may not have found in Tech’s kit—”
“That wasn’t vanilla,” Tech called without looking up.
“Oh. Huh. Well, it smells like dessert.”
Wrecker peeked over the edge of the booth. “Are those cupcakes?!”
Talia beamed. “They wish they were cupcakes. I call them survival s’mores. They’re technically edible. I think.”
“I’m eatin’ five.”
Hunter walked in just in time to see Wrecker shove an entire one in his mouth, grunt in confusion, and then give a delighted thumbs-up.
“Alright, break’s over,” Hunter said, arms crossed. “We’ve got a new assignment.”
Talia popped up from behind the counter, cheeks dusted with glittery powder. “Ooooh, is it more explosions? Because I can totally work those into the plan this time.”
“No explosions,” Hunter said with a long-suffering sigh. “Diplomacy.”
Crosshair groaned. “Worse.”
Tech raised an eyebrow. “Details?”
Hunter nodded toward the holoprojector. A blue shimmer flickered to life, revealing a stately Twi’lek in rich robes. “This is Joro Kal, a regional kingpin who runs spice trade routes through the Mid Rim. The Republic’s trying to secure an alliance to keep Separatist influence out of the area.”
“So why send us?” Crosshair asked, unimpressed.
“Because he hates clones,” Hunter said flatly. “And Jedi.”
“Oof. Okay, so… why send me?” Talia asked, popping a marshmallow in her mouth.
“You’re not exactly… typical,” Tech offered diplomatically.
She grinned. “You mean I’m fabulous.”
“You’re something,” Hunter muttered. “The Council thinks you might win him over. With your… approach.”
“My approach is effective,” she said with mock offense. “Ruthless optimism and radical sparkle energy? Deadly.”
“You’ll go in alone. We’ll hang back unless things go wrong.”
“They always go wrong,” Crosshair said.
“Oh ye of little faith,” Talia replied, flipping her hair over one pointed ear. “He’s gonna love me.”
⸻
Later that night, in a grand villa carved into the cliffs of Kalas Prime, Talia strolled into the throne room like she owned it.
Her robe today was sleeker, dark purple with shimmering gold trim, cut in a way that was somehow both Jedi-appropriate and red carpet-ready. Her hair was braided back in a crown twist. Her saber was clipped to her belt—decorative, but still humming with latent danger.
The guards stared.
Joro Kal raised a skeptical brow. “You’re the Jedi?”
Talia curtsied. Curtsied. “Master Talia Auren, at your service. Thank you so much for having me. This palace? Divine. I adore your taste.”
Joro blinked. “You came unarmed?”
“Oh, honey.” She smiled sweetly. “You’re not going to try anything silly, are you?”
Behind the curtains, Hunter—hidden with the squad—whispered into his comm, “She just called a crime lord honey.”
“I’m concerned by how well it’s working,” Tech whispered back.
⸻
Talia spent the next hour dazzling the crime lord with idle chit-chat, fashion talk, compliments, subtle nudges of the Force, and a perfectly timed comment about how messy the Separatists’ aesthetics were. Joro was soon laughing, sipping wine, and declaring that “The Republic might not be so bad after all—at least they send the fun Jedi.”
The deal was signed by dessert.
And when the Batch met her outside afterward, jaws all a little slack, Talia just shrugged.
The Marauder glided smoothly through the lower atmosphere of an uncharted tropical world—a paradise of green hills, vast oceans, and a canopy of vibrant blue skies. The sun was setting in the distance, casting a warm golden glow over everything.
Hunter stood at the edge of the ship’s ramp, surveying the landscape. “What’s the name of this place?”
Talia, who was already stepping off the ramp with her arms wide, inhaling the salty air like she was home, smiled brightly. “This, my dear Hunter, is Ilyssara.”
“Ilyssara?” Crosshair repeated, sounding skeptical. “What, like a vacation resort?”
“More like my resort,” she said with a grin, spinning around to face them. “I’ve always felt connected to it. I think it’s the water.” She closed her eyes, as if listening to the ocean waves calling her name.
Tech was already pulling up data on his datapad, researching. “Ilyssara was once a sacred location for an ancient order of Force-sensitive seers. The people there believe the planet itself is infused with the Force. It was mostly forgotten after the Great War—until recently.”
Talia nodded. “Exactly! The energy here is so grounding, so peaceful. Perfect for relaxing… and, um, recharging.” She shot a playful glance at Wrecker, who was already grinning and looking at the lush greenery like it was a playground.
“You’re going to let me swim, right?” Wrecker asked eagerly.
“Absolutely.” Talia gave him an exaggerated wink. “In fact, I’ll race you to the ocean. The first one there gets… anything they want.”
Wrecker took off before she even finished speaking, laughing in delight.
Hunter turned back to Talia, raising an eyebrow. “You come here often?”
Talia beamed, catching the light like a goddess of the sun. “Whenever I need to clear my head. Or just… live a little. Plus, it’s the perfect place to… recharge my sparkle energy.”
Crosshair snorted. “Sparkle energy? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Talia swirled in place, her violet hair catching the sun’s last rays. “Trust me. You’ll feel it. It’s the kind of place where you can’t help but let go of everything and just be.”
⸻
An hour later, they were all on the beach. Wrecker was covered in sand from head to toe, having lost the race (but still claiming victory, as per usual). Tech had found a quiet spot to tinker with a piece of droid tech he’d scavenged, while Crosshair perched in the shade, lazily observing everything and everyone.
Hunter, however, was watching Talia. She was sitting at the edge of the water, her feet buried in the soft sand, letting the waves gently wash over her legs. She seemed to glow in the dying light of the sun, like some ethereal being who didn’t quite belong to the harsh realities of war.
He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was more to her than the carefree attitude and endless smiles. There had to be, right? Even someone as powerful as her, with that kind of energy and luck, couldn’t be as carefree as she seemed.
“Hunter!” Talia’s voice broke him from his thoughts. She was waving excitedly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Come on—get in the water!”
He shook his head, smiling despite himself. “I’m good here, thanks.”
“Boring,” she teased, then got up and ran straight into the waves, her robes floating behind her like a gown. She was laughing, the sound high and pure like the chime of bells. “You’ve got to try it, Hunter! It’s like the Force, but better.”
Hunter hesitated for a moment, but the sight of her—so carefree and at peace—stirred something in him. Something warm.
He walked toward the water, unsure if he was more curious about the ocean or about her. She grinned, eyes twinkling.
“It’s not just the water, you know,” she said softly, as he approached. “It’s the whole planet. I feel… connected here. Like everything is in perfect balance.”
Hunter paused, watching her as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of purple and pink. For a moment, he didn’t care about the war, the Republic, or the constant fight. All that mattered was the tranquility that seemed to surround her here.
“I get it,” he said quietly.
Talia’s smile softened. “I knew you would.”
As the waves lapped gently at their feet, Hunter found himself thinking—just for a moment—that maybe there was more to this mission than just keeping their squad alive. Maybe, just maybe, it was about finding a little peace.
Chapter 4: Flirting, flustered and totally oblivious
Location: Aboard the Havoc Marauder
Mission Status: Downtime, Surprisingly No Explosions Yet
Talia Status: Floating around the ship like a sparkly Force-blessed tornado
The Batch had exactly twelve hours before their next assignment, and somehow—somehow—Talia had gotten bored. Which meant everyone else was about to suffer the consequences of that boredom… in the most confusing, sparkly way possible.
She’d started by emerging from her bunk in what could only be described as a shimmering disaster of a loungewear set—silky shorts, a cropped hoodie bedazzled with tiny stars, and glitter still clinging to her lavender hair from somewhere (no one wanted to ask where). Her ears twitched with delight as she wandered into the common room, her eyes lighting up when she spotted the boys.
“Oh my stars,” she gasped, zeroing in on Crosshair like a heat-seeking missile. “You always sit like that? That whole ‘leaning back, legs spread, I’ve seen things’ look? It’s giving very deadly but make it sexy.”
Crosshair looked up lazily, toothpick hanging from his lips. “You like deadly, sweetheart?”
She giggled, plopping into the seat beside him and propping her chin on her hand. “Deadly is just dangerous with better outfits.”
Crosshair smirked, arching a brow. “And what do you think you’re wearing?”
She looked down at herself, then grinned. “I call it ‘space sleepover chic.’ It’s fashion with feelings.”
“You’re lucky I like chaos,” he murmured, tone bordering on a purr.
Talia blinked. “Aww, thanks Crossy! You’re such a supportive vibe.”
Crosshair stared at her like he couldn’t decide if she was messing with him or just blissfully unaware. It was probably both.
She floated next to Hunter next, arms behind her back like a child caught stealing cookies. “Hunter,” she said sweetly, “you have to teach me how to do that ‘brooding but heroic’ thing you do. It’s, like, magnetic. You enter a room and suddenly it smells like danger and leather.”
Hunter gave a low laugh. “I think that’s just the armor.”
“Nooo,” she said, twirling a strand of hair. “It’s definitely the vibe. You’re like… a mysterious space dad, but hot.”
Hunter coughed into his hand and muttered something about needing to check the ship’s systems. She waved at him as he walked away, completely unaware she’d fried every one of his brain cells.
Tech, poor sweet Tech, was next—she found him at his station, eyes locked on a blinking screen, fingers flying.
“Hey, handsome!” she chirped, leaning over his shoulder. “You doing more smarty-pants stuff? I love how your brain is like, constantly buzzing. It’s like—mmm, what’s the word—deliciously intellectual.”
Tech froze. “I—uh—you—what?”
She giggled. “You have, like, the cutest voice when you stammer. It’s giving genius shyness.”
He adjusted his goggles in a panic. “I—thank you—I mean—it’s just neural analysis, nothing impressive—though it can be useful in most operations—”
“You’re so dreamy,” she said, kissing the top of his head absently like it was no big deal, then wandered off like she hadn’t just sent his soul straight to hyperspace.
Wrecker was in the galley, humming and assembling a mountain of food.
“Wrecker!” she gasped, flinging herself toward him. “You made food again? You’re literally my comfort hero. Like, if I was in a fairytale, you’d be the strong handsome one who protects me and feeds me cookies.”
He laughed, cheeks already pink. “Aw, you always say the nicest things, Tally.”
She hugged him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. “You’re the cuddliest space bear ever. I’d ride you into battle like a glittery little goblin queen.”
“I’d love that,” he beamed. “You can sit on my shoulders any time!”
“Deal!” she said, completely serious.
Across the ship, the rest of the squad peeked around corners like war-hardened soldiers afraid of a single flirty Jedi.
Hunter returned to the common room. “Has she flirted with everyone yet?”
Crosshair: “Yes.”
Tech: “I don’t know if it was flirting.”
Wrecker: “She called me a battle bear. Is that flirting?”
All three looked toward Talia, now sitting upside down on the couch humming a love song she’d written for a droid once.
Hunter sighed. “She has no idea, does she?”
Crosshair clicked his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “None.”
Tech mumbled, “We might all be doomed.”
Wrecker grinned. “I like her just the way she is.”
And none of them realized that for all her dreamy smiles and glittery chaos, Talia was quietly, gently falling for each of them in the only way she knew how—loudly, brightly, and with all her heart.
Talia stood at the bottom of the Jedi transport ramp, fidgeting with her pastel pink duffel bag, her boots clicking softly against the floor. She had swapped her robes for a baby-blue minidress with a ribbon-tied neckline, her curls bouncing as she scanned the area. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, but her stomach fluttered with nerves.
One week. One long, awful week without them.
The ramp to the Marauder hissed open — and before she could think, she dropped her bag and ran.
“WRECKER!” she squealed, throwing herself into his arms.
“Princess!” Wrecker caught her mid-air, lifting her off the ground in a crushing hug that made her laugh and sniffle at the same time. “We missed you so much!”
“I missed you more!” she cried, peppering kisses on his cheek.
“I’m home, baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And no, just questioned a lot. About you boys.”
He blushed bright red. “Ah.”
Crosshair leaned against the ship ramp, arms folded, but his eyes gave him away. The moment she turned to him, he opened his arms. Just a little.
She rushed into them, hugging him tight. “You’re not mad I left?”
“You didn’t want to,” he muttered, brushing her hair aside. “They did. You look tired.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered into his chest.
Hunter was last. He stepped forward slowly, meeting her eyes. She walked to him, gentler now, like a magnet being pulled.
He didn’t say anything — he just pulled her into his arms and held her close.
“You okay?” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
She nodded, her voice muffled by his armor. “I hated it. I hated not being near you. I didn’t even flirt with anyone — not once. That’s how much I love you.”
Wrecker snorted. “She really missed us.”
Tech blinked. “That’s a clear metric.”
They all laughed, and it melted something in her. She touched each of their hands, leaned into all of them, arms around waists and shoulders like she couldn’t get close enough.
“They asked about my attachments,” she said quietly, voice soft.
The group stilled.
Hunter’s voice was calm but tense. “Who?”
“Windu. Yoda. Even Obi-Wan. But I told them something true,” she said, straightening a little. “I said that you — my life partners — bring me closer to the Force. That our bond grounds me. That I’m stronger when I’m with you. And I am.”
None of them spoke for a moment. Then Wrecker just crushed her in another hug.
“Maker, I love you so much,” he sniffled.
“So do I,” Tech added, adjusting his gloves nervously.
Crosshair kissed her neck. “You’re ours, and that’s all that matters.”
Hunter nodded, resting his forehead against hers. “We’ll always find a way back to each other.”
Talia beamed, tearful and happy. “You guys make me want to cry and make out at the same time.”
“Well,” Crosshair said, arching a brow, “we’ve got time for both.”
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Showers were taken. Clothes were changed. Talia wanted to have a night with her boys.
After a week apart — a week of tense council meetings, whispered conversations, and hiding some of the truth — she wanted nothing more than to feel their presence beside her again.
She’d planned this night with care, coaxing the Batch into going somewhere they didn’t often visit: 79’s. It wasn’t exactly a place they frequented. Too many eyes, too many memories. But for Talia, it’s screamed a night of showing off, dresses and dancing.
She walked ahead, leading the squad through the neon-lit streets, her purple hair swaying behind her in the soft glow of the lights. The soft fabric of her outfit fluttered around her as she moved, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was in a flirty, playful mood tonight, completely unaware of how she’d be making everyone around her feel.
“First time here in a while, huh?” she said, glancing over her shoulder at the squad. Her fingers danced along Hunter’s arm as she walked beside him, her smile light and teasing. “I promise, it’s a lot more fun than we remember.”
Hunter just grinned. “We’ll see.”
Wrecker’s laugh boomed as he threw an arm around Talia’s shoulder. “I’m just hoping the food’s as good as last time. You know, they had those fried space fritters…”
Talia rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your food, Wrecker. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Wrecker chuckled, the comment brushing off him like a feather. “I’ll take the compliment.”
As they entered the 79’s, the familiar hum of conversation and laughter filled the air. The atmosphere was different tonight, a bit more relaxed, but there was always a strange energy to the bar—a mix of familiar faces and newcomers, some of whom had stories to tell, and others, like the Batch, who were there to simply unwind.
The squad took their usual corner booth near the back, a darkened alcove that gave them just enough privacy. Talia slid into the booth first, her movements easy and graceful. She stretched out, making herself comfortable in a way that seemed to captivate every pair of eyes around them. Her fingers were already brushing across Hunter’s knee as she leaned back with a satisfied sigh.
“Nice,” she said, her voice a little breathy, “this place really does have a vibe, doesn’t it?”
Crosshair smirked from across the table, eyeing the way she was already making herself at home. “You certainly know how to command a room.”
Talia gave him an exaggerated look of innocence. “Who, me? I just like making people smile.”
“And you do it very well,” Tech added, adjusting his glasses nervously as she reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“So, who’s ready to have a drink?” she asked, suddenly very animated as she bounced in her seat. “I think we need something fun tonight, something light…”
Before anyone could respond, she leaned in closer to Hunter, her lips brushing the side of his jaw as she whispered, “You do know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”
Hunter’s breath hitched, his chest tightening at the unexpected affection, and he shot her a teasing smile. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, don’t I?”
Talia giggled and then gave him a quick, lingering kiss on the cheek, her fingers dancing across his arm. She was doing it without thinking—being flirty, playful, and affectionate with each of them. It was just her way of showing how much she cared.
Wrecker leaned over, his voice lowered but full of amusement. “You know, it’s hard not to get lost in you when you do that.”
She turned her head and gave him a sultry smile, her eyes twinkling. “I know, it’s hard to resist this,” she said with a wink.
The evening progressed with laughter, drinks, and shared moments that only strengthened the bond between them. Talia was constantly touching them, giving soft kisses on the cheek, holding hands under the table. Each moment felt lighthearted, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable connection, something deeper than simple attraction.
Talia felt more comfortable here than she had in a while, the warm glow of the bar mixing with the warmth she felt from her partners. But as the night wore on, she grew more daring, more playful, and her flirtation became more obvious.
“Let’s make tonight special, yeah?” Talia’s voice was teasing, full of promise as she looked between the four of them.
Hunter raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
Talia’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Well, it’s getting late, and I don’t think the Marauder is really the place for us tonight.” She tilted her head, leaning closer to him and running her fingers through his hair. “You could stay at the Temple… but I was thinking we could head to my place.”
Tech, still processing the evening’s events, looked at her with a confused frown. “But we can’t stay at the Temple. The Jedi—”
Talia waved him off, her smile growing wider, more playful. “My place, Tech. My penthouse.”
She let the words linger, teasing the idea. She could feel their collective attention sharpening, their focus drawn to her. It was as if the whole room around them had faded into the background, and all that mattered was the way her voice was drawing them in, one by one.
The moment hung in the air, electric and full of possibility.
“I’ll be honest,” Wrecker said with a grin, “I’ve been dying to see what your place looks like.”
Tech’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink, but there was something in his eyes that showed he was just as intrigued by her offer. He adjusted his glasses, giving her a nervous, bashful smile. “I suppose… I suppose we could.”
Talia laughed softly, her hand reaching across the table to squeeze his. “You all are coming, silly. It’s just us tonight. No rules.”
Hunter was quieter than usual, his gaze fixed on her as he processed the offer. Then, with a half-smile, he nodded. “Lead the way, Talia.”
Talia stood up, her body language playful as she looped her arms around each of their necks, pulling them close for a quick kiss. The way she moved between them—each touch, each flirtation—seemed natural. She was theirs, and they were hers.
Talia’s penthouse was bathed in the soft, warm glow of lights set low. Music drifted lazily through the air—something smooth and instrumental, like velvet on skin. The city lights sparkled beyond the glass walls, casting dancing reflections across the room.
They’d spent hours at 79’s, laughing, teasing, touching. Talia had been radiant—drifting between them like a moon orbiting its stars, kissing Wrecker’s cheek, tugging playfully on Tech’s collar, brushing her fingers down Crosshair’s spine, and curling against Hunter with a soft, sleepy smile.
But now, back at her place—their place for the night—the air had shifted.
Talia pulled off her heels with a soft sigh, twirling barefoot across the plush rug. “You know,” she murmured, voice light as she looked over her shoulder, “this place is a lot warmer with all of you in it.”
Wrecker let out a deep chuckle, flopping onto the couch. “This place is bigger than any command center we’ve seen. You sure it’s all yours?”
Talia fluttered her lashes. “Of course it is. A girl needs space for all her shoes and secrets.”
Hunter stepped closer, watching her as she spun around. “You’re full of surprises.”
She turned to face him, reaching up to toy with the zipper on his blacks, her touch feather-light. “You haven’t even begun to unpack me, Commander.”
Crosshair leaned against the wall, watching with that quiet, calculating gaze—but his smirk gave him away. “She’s flirting with all of us again.”
“I’m not!” Talia said, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. “You wound me.”
Tech cleared his throat, flustered. “Actually, you are… statistically speaking, your eye contact, physical proximity, and tactile engagement increase significantly when you’re—”
Talia cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. “That’s because you’re all cute and sweet and mine.”
Wrecker grinned wide. “You really mean that, don’t ya?”
She nodded slowly, her expression softening. “You’re mine,” she said, stepping into the middle of them. “And I’m yours.”
There was a beat—a shared breath—before Hunter pulled her close, kissing her forehead.
Tech wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in her hair. “We love you, Talia.”
Crosshair’s voice was quieter, but no less sure. “And you’re not going anywhere without us.”
She blinked, a little stunned by the warmth in her chest, like her heart had just unfurled its wings. “Then stay,” she whispered. “Stay here tonight. With me.”
“Talia,” Hunter growled, his voice low and rough.
Talia stood up, her body moving with a sensual grace. She walked towards the bedroom door, her hips swaying, knowing her men were watching and following.
The room was bathed in soft, flickering light, the large bed dominating the space.
Crosshair is the first to grabbed her, his hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts, his fingers finding her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
Talia moaned softly, arching her back, pressing herself against him.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Control me.”
Her eyes looked at Crosshair over her shoulder then to the others who where watching.
“Please”
Crosshair spun her around, his eyes dark with lust. He pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth, claiming her.
Talia’s hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
Hunter moved forward, and helped her, quickly removing her clothes before doing the same to himself.
He took a moment to admire her body, her skin glowing in the Coruscant lights, her breasts heaving with each breath.
Crosshair started to kiss his way down her body, his lips and tongue leaving trails of fire on her skin. When he reached her core, he paused, his breath hot against her.
“Please,” Talia whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking his touch, Hunters, anyone’s.
“Are you sure you’re ready princess?” Cross
“Yes! Please Crosshair! Make me feel good! I’ll be good I promise!”
Crosshair looked at Hunter who nodded at him, and Crosshair moved forward, his tongue delving into her, tasting her, exploring her. Talia cried out, her hands grabbing Hunter, pulling him closer to her body writhing beneath him.
Hunter reached behind her head, and softly tugged her soft lilac hair “We love you”
Talia looked at Hunter, eyes half lidded, mouth open as small breathy moans come out “Kiss me, have me however you need, please Hunter”
Hunter smiled and kissed her deeply.
Talia started to get louder, getting closer to reaching her peak, Crosshair pulled away, a cruel smile on his face. “Not yet, my princess,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “We’re in control tonight.”
He flipped her over, positioning her on her knees. Talia felt his hard length pressing against her entrance, and she pushed back, desperate for him to fill her.
Hunter watched with dark, harden eyes before getting in front of Talia and lined his length in front of her.
As Crosshair entered her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her completely. Talia moaned, her head falling forward, her back arching.
Hunter smiled at her, grabbing her face “You can take me at the same time, right princess?”
Talia looked at Hunter, then observed Wrecker and Tech in the background- both painfully hard while watching, “Please fill me Sergeant”
Hunter growled and lined her mouth to his hardened length, and she took him with ease.
Crosshair decided to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, his hands gripping her hips tightly, most likely leaving a bruise.
The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, moans and cries of pleasure echoing off the glass walls.
Talia could feel her climax building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps, while having her lips around Hunter.
“She’s going to cum” Crosshair growled
“Come for us, Talia,” Hunter commanded, his voice harsh with desire.
“Come on Crosshairs cock, while we fill you up.”
Hearing Hunter talk to her in such a manner pushed her to the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust from Cross and a soft hair tug from Hunter, Talia shattered, her body convulsing, her inner walls squeezing around Crosshair’s length.
He followed soon after, filling her to the brim with his cum, spilling out of her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Hunter groans loudly before cumming in Talia’s mouth. Who takes every pump with pride and swallows
Hunter and Cross pulled away and collapsed onto the chair next to the bed, their hearts racing. Talia turned to face Wrecker and Tech, her eyes shining with intense need.
“I need more. Please” she whispered, her fingers reaching for them.
Tech smiled softly, his eyes soft with affection.
“You’re incredible, Talia. My princess.”
Tech looked at Wrecker “Go first, I need to make sure I get the right data from this”
He look back at Talia “Are you okay, with being filmed? It would only be for our use”
“Oh god yes, I’ll let you do anything but please touch me”
Talia pressed her body against his, her breasts pushing against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him. Tech groaned as her lips met his, her tongue delving into his mouth with a fierce, hungry passion.
He could taste the desire in her. His hands roamed her body, caressing her soft skin, feeling the heat of her flesh beneath his fingertips.
Talia broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she moved over to Wrecker and repeated the same reaction, Wrecker moaned and pulled her down onto the bed. She landed on top of him, straddling him with a fierce intensity.
Wrecker could feel the heat of her core pressing against his throbbing erection, seeing her with his brothers, submitting herelf to them with 100% trust was the hottest thing he has ever seen. The dampness of her arousal and cum was soaking through the fabric of his blacks.
With an impatient growl, Talia tore at his clothes, ripping them from his body with a strength that belied her delicate appearance.
Soon, they were both naked, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and heated flesh.
Talia’s hands explored every inch of Wrecker’s body, her touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. She traced the ridges of his stomach, the hard planes of his chest, before wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock. Wrecker gasped as she stroked him, her grip firm and confident, her movements fueled by instinct rather than any learned technique.
Unable to resist any longer, Wrecker flipped them over, pinning Talia beneath him as he settled between her thighs. “You feel soft” he mumbled out.
He could feel the heat of her core, the slickness of her arousal coating his cock as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Don’t split me Wrecker” Talia smile.
With small thrusts, he inched himself deep inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat that enveloped him, even after being used.
Talia cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Wrecker began to move within her. He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her again and again. Talia met his thrusts with equal fervor, her hips rising to meet his, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on.
“Omg, please keep going!”
“You feel so karking good!”
The world around them faded away, the sounds of the city drowned out by the pounding of their hearts and the slick, wet sounds of their coupling.
Tech moved his hand between Wrecker and Talia, finding her clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in tight circles. “This will just help you feel a more intense sensation”
Wrecker was losing himself in her, the dance of lust and desire that had been building up between them all. Talia was a creature of pure instinct, her body responding to his with a ferocity that matched his own.
Tech add more pressure, make Talia look at him with small tears in her eyes “It’s to much” she said slurred and panting.
As Talia and Wrecker neared their peak, Wrecker could feel the tension building in Talia’s body, the way her muscles tightened around him, pulling him deeper inside.
With a final, powerful thrust and tighter circle onto her clit by Tech, Wrecker drove himself deep inside Talia, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed within her.
Talia cried out, her body convulsing around him as she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure.
The Batch all watch as Wrecker’s stomach got saturated. Little bits of liquid fly around Wrecker landing on Cross, Hunter and Tech - They all groaned.
Talia panted before kissing Wrecker, who pulled out and gave her a soft kiss before sliding behind her holding her head in his lap.
Tech climbed on to the bed “are you ready for one more?”
“Please,” Talia begged, the word barely audible through her breathes.
“Please, touch me.”
Tech obliged, his fingers finding her slick entrance. He teased her, circling her clit with his thumb as he slipped a finger inside her. Talia cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
“More,” she gasped, her eyes wild with need. “I need more.”
Tech added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her tight heat. Talia’s muscles contracted around him, her body trembling with pleasure. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Come for me, Talia,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. “Come on my fingers like a good girl.”
Talia shattered, her body convulsing as she climaxed hard. Her juices coated Tech’s hand, and he continued to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed, panting and spent.
Talia reached up, pulling Tech down on top of her. He could feel her heat on his skin, and his cock throbbed with need. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his.
“Make love to me” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Make love to me Tech. Please, please. Show me what you’ve got.”
She looked into his eyes (and his camera) “please Tech. I need you”
Tech needed no further encouragement. With his erection already pressed against her skin. Talia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Talia whimpered and the batch around her all moaned at the sound. She lifted her hips to meet him. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the tightness that enveloped him.
Talia cried out, her nails digging into his back. Throwing her head back to see wrecker leaning caressing her breast. Tech set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers as he drove into her over and over again. The room filled with the sound of their moans and the other in the background.
“Harder,” Talia demanded, her voice airy and lighter then normal. “Fuck me harder, Techy. Make me scream.”
Tech obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Talia’s body responded eagerly, her muscles contracting around him as she neared another climax.
“Come with me,” she gasped, her eyes locked on his. “Come inside me, Tech. Fill me up, please” she bit her lip while she looked at him.
Tech felt his own release building, his balls tightening with impending pleasure. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Talia, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed.
Talia came with him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. They collapsed together, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.
“Wow,” Tech said, his voice filled with awe. “That was… incredible.”
She giggled “you all where”
Tech got off her body before moving to her bathroom, grabbing a cloth to clean her up.
Hunter caressed her hair “how are you feeling?”
She looked at him with a mischievous expression “like I could go again”
They all looked at each other and smiled.
“Some rest first” Tech said as he walked out of the bathroom.
“And food too right?” Wrecker questioned.
They all laughed and played in bed together.
That night continued with teasing and touching each other right until the morning.
