Heated ~ pt.9
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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: Awkwardness, cringe, general Echo mischief, smut!!!, crosshair actually has feelings.
Echo 🤝 the Suriel
Mama Echo lives for spilling the tea.... enjoy babessss
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“So…” You clapped your hands together standing awkwardly in the galley walkway, “What did you want to talk about?” You felt your insides tinge with awkwardness.
“You shouldn’t be standing.” Tech pointed at your bandaged feet.
Duh. “I know that…” You scoffed and shuffled over to the dining table to sit on the bench next to Crosshair. Instead, his arm shot out grabbing you, bringing you down into his lap with a squeak.
“Vod.” Hunter chastised. Crosshair settled you comfortably.
“What?” He bent down running his nose over the shell of your ear, “The lady needed a seat.”
“We’re supposed to be talking about this.” Hunter sighed rubbing his temple.
Crosshair was thoroughly enjoying this dress you had. If he was king of the universe he’d write it into law to keep you in outfits like this all the time.
You had tried your best to tie it back like Taryn had once you got out of the shower hoping you wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone. Not that Crosshair would mind apparently.
“Then talk vod.” Crosshair sassed keeping a possessive hand on your bare thigh.
Hunter shifted uncomfortably suddenly feeling awkward, “Okay… So… Uhm…”
You raised a brow feeling the cringe vibrate in your body. Crosshair sensed you tensing up and started rubbing little circles into your thigh to comfort you.
“Sarge?” Wrecker raised a brow at Hunter’s warming cheeks as the eldest of them shuddered back and forth trying to find the right words.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Hunter groused, “Obviously things like this aren’t supposed to happen… and we um… probably should clear the air to know how everyone is feeling…” He was trying to sound as clinical as possible.
“Good job bud.” Echo gave Hunter a thumbs up from the copilot seat.
“Y/N how about you start.” Hunter coughed and crossed his arms. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling the cringe.
“Start with that? Can Tech go first?” You looked at him then the others.
“Fine.” Hunter looked to his goggled brother, “Tech starts.”
The Pilot pushed up his goggles, “I guess I’m just trying to decipher if this was a series of unfortunate events or something that was bound to happen eventually. As we have not ever had a female, or an omega with us before I have no data to compare it to. But if I were making a hypothetical observation based on my own observations, the way Y/N’s eyes are currently dilated and her skin flushing, she’s interested in relations with Crosshair… at least from what I can tell.”
You visibly tensed and Crosshair wrapped his arm around your chest how hauling you into his front. Damn Tech for airing out your business like that.
“Is that correct?” Hunter asked with a glint of hope in his eyes.
“I-I uhh.” You shot Tech a look before shaking your head, “I don’t know. I know this is like, soooo against basically every rule the GAR has, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…clearly.”
“Interested in all of us?” Wrecker asked with longing eyes.
“It would appear so…” You couldn’t deny what your hindbrain wanted in the throws of heat, but it didn’t make the embarrassment any softer.
“Do you feel like this was something you wanted to happen?” Hunter asked dying to know the answer. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel like shit the second he was coming out of the rut. Like they had taken advantage of you, “or were you just reacting to the heat…”
You chewed your lip suddenly feeling ultra vulnerable, Crosshair gave you an encouraging squeeze, “Truthfully, I think it was both.” You were heating up now, “I mean, I think the heat took over and made the decision for me, but I guess I’ve always had those thoughts.” You whispered the last part wishing this whole awkward conversation would be over.
Echo must have taken pity on you, or felt the undeniable urge to stir the pot because he cleared this throat and spoke up, “Well, as fabulously as Hunter is handling this. I have to let Tiny know that I know for a fact these four idiots have been pining for you since you joined the unit.”
You quirked your head. What?…no.
“If Hunter hadn’t laid down the “no touch” law in the start, these nerf herders would have been at each other’s throats nine months ago.” Echo raised a brow and pointed an accusatory finger at Hunter, “Sarge over here can’t help but sniff you every time you walk by. Like a fucking blood hound and panics like a mother hen every time you're out of sight. He also looses his damn mind every time another male is mentioned in regard to you. That one…”
He pointed to Tech, “I’ve caught him reviewing cam footage of you two talking before just so he can look at your face. He also keeps a pin up of a look alike he stole from 501st under his mattress.”
Then he looks at Wrecker, “I’ve had to listen to Wrecker moaning your name while rubbing one out when he thinks I’m asleep.” The giant gasped turning beet red, “And him… he’s a certified panty snatcher!” He narrowed in on Crosshair who had the audacity to look smug, “and on quarterlies I know he only picks omegas that hold an uncanny resemblance to little miss Pip over here.”
Suddenly you didn’t feel half as mortified as you did before, now that everyone got aired out.
“You’re the reason why I can’t find any fucking panties?!” You screeched turning sideways to yell at Crosshair, “I thought the laundry machine was swallowing them up! I made Tech take the damn thing apart!”
Then there was yelling…
“Echo what the fuck!” “Why didn’t you say anything!” “Oh my god all this damn time?” “What did I say about the fucking panties?” “Wrecker took a pair too!” “Did not!” “I can’t believe this.” “You literally said not to do anything!” “I cannot fathom how I’m the only one who didn’t know about the panties.” “Euegh! I cannot believe this.” “Well I liked her first!” “No, Wrecker you didn’t!” “How the hell could you have known that?” “You said you liked her from just seeing her photo.” “It was a good photo!”
You just stared at Echo with a flummoxed expression while he smirked as the chaos unfolded before him. The younger brothers yelled as Hunter melted into the durasteel wall rubbing his temples with stress. Clearly this wasn’t going how sergeant thought it would.
You sat there in total shock. Sure, you’d had fleeting thoughts about the boys. Who wouldn’t. You’re a young beautiful omega in your prime surrounded by some of the most gorgeous fit alphas in the entire known universe, those kind of thoughts were bound to happen. But you were also a professional, and tried to keep those feelings to yourself.
But you wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t beyond flattering to know they each had fantasized about you as well…
“Okay, hold up!” You raised a hand silencing the arguing clones standing up from Crosshair’s lap and standing in the center of the room, “How long has this been going on?” You had to adjust the red fabric to keep your legs semi covered.
They just blinked at you then at each other. You put your hands on your hips waiting for someone to answer.
“Since I saw your picture.” Wrecker said sheepishly, “And then when you first treated that stab wound on Corellia.”
That was your first mission with them…
“Christophsis.” Tech states.
“Christophsis?” You were trying to recall that assignment.
Tech gave you a tiny smile and his neck reddened, “You had to emergency fly the marauder and pick us up from that base.”
“You liked that?” You smirked.
He nodded, “I didn’t know you knew how to fly.”
“Hmm.” You crossed your arms and pointed to Crosshair, “Spill.”
He gruffed. Feelings aren’t his forte.
“I don’t know Ad’ika it just happened.” He said defensively.
“Thats not what I remember.” Wrecker poked at him, “You said you wanted her after you walked in on her in the fresher that one time.”
You gawked. You remembered that day it still haunted you.
You were mortified, you had just finished up your shower and turned off the water when Crosshair barged into the room not realizing you were in there. He got quite the eye full. You just squeaked and grabbed your towel, covering yourself. He had silently turned on his heel and left, leaving you to die from embarrassment in pained silence.
Luckily he never spoke about it ever again and you were thankfully able to move past it. Yo didn’t think he had cared one bit.
You then turned to Hunter, “And you, Sarge?”
He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms looking down at his boots, “It was before we officially met actually.”
You furrowed your brows.
“We were there when you treated Echo after Sako Minor. You were still with the 501st and we had decided to help in the mission to retrieve him. You were too busy working but I remember seeing you and scenting you before you disappeared into the triage. I’ve never smelled an omega like you before. It stuck with me. When your file came to us I knew I had to approve it.” He sounded a little embarrassed, you were sure because he thought it was a bit selfish.
You smiled, “You remembered me?”
He nodded, “Couldn’t ever forget a woman like you Cyra’ika. Wanted to paint you on the side of the ship.”
“Still can.” Wrecker chuckled.
“Okay then explain Kashyyyk.” You pointed at Crosshair, “And I still want an apology. That was fucked up.”
“They were so jealous Adi’ka.” Echo laughed in earnest now crossing his arms and letting the chuckles spill, “Thought you were fucking Wolfee!”
“I wasn’t!” You screamed. How many times were you going to have to say that!
“Sure seemed like it.” Crosshair accused.
“Nuh uh. Apologize.” You crossed your arms over your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts. Crosshair zeroed in on your cleavage and swallowed thickly.
“Crosshair never apologizes.” Tech sighed.
“Well, he’s gonna start now.” You pointed a finger into the ground.
The sniper narrowed his eyes challengingly which you just matched his scowl, “Hunter apologized.” You said walking over to Hunter and leaning into him. The sergeant looped an arm around your middle rubbing your bare ribcage.
“Wrecker gave me his rations, and Tech fixed my data pad.” You tapped your fingers against your arms.
Crosshair took a deep breath trying to still himself. He wasn’t going to crack so easily, but you knew there was one way you could get through to the alpha.
“Fine. Don’t wanna talk?” You drawled spinning around facing Hunter, “Then you only get to watch from here on out…until you apologize.” You brought your hand up to Hunter’s cheek and guided his mouth down to yours for a deep wanton kiss. You whimpered bending your leg into him showing off how high the slits went to the rest of the room.
You heard Echo let out a low whistle.
Hunter ran his hands up your sides making a show of it, knowing it was driving Crosshair insane. He knew how badly Crosshair wanted you. Hunter’s hands slid south cupping your ass giving it a good squeeze.
When Hunter had found Crosshair’s panty stash and he knew his little brother was down bad.
You moaned into sarge’s mouth and carded your hands through his luscious hair. You gave the strands at the base of his neck a tug and he growled bending down to pick up your thighs and wrap them around his waist.
“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” Echo asked amused.
“Later.” You said breaking away from Hunter’s eager lips.
“We got time.” He smiled before diving back in to capture your mouth and start to walk the two of you into the bunks.
You giggled as Hunter threw you down onto the plush cot with a bounce before climbing on top of you. You happily wriggled under him seeking out his soft lips again.
“You’re evil.” Hunter whispered into your ear.
“You have no idea.” You whispered back grabbing at his blacks.
“Is this actually happening?” Wrecker asked following the two of you in.
“She did express her interest, Wrecker.” Tech said standing in the doorway, “But this seems to be more about torturing Crosshair than anything else.”
“You okay with this Mesh’la?” Hunter asked looking down at you.
“Yes sir.” You watched his iris’ dilate at the use of title.
The he was on you like a feral nexu. His teeth instantly went to your neck barely missing your gland making you scream. You heard the others shedding their armor as Hunter brought his nimble hands to your core and rubbing sensually through your dampening folds. You weren’t nearly as wet as you were during the heat, but Hunter was satisfied when he pushed a finger in stretching your still slightly sore cunt finding you dripping wet.
You moaned pathetically rocking your hips down wanting more. He added another finger making you squirm.
“You ready Adi’ka? He rubbed your clit making you whine. You nodded desperate to be filled. He kissed you once more time before grabbing your hips and lifting you so your dripping core was perfectly angled at Tech.
“Take him like a good little omega.” Hunter stood up from the cot to start slowly taking off his armor watching you spread your legs even further for Tech. The pilot knelt down on the cot in between your legs leaning over to give you a kiss. He seemed a little stiff at first but when you started grinding down on his codpiece with your soaked cunt, you felt him start to get a little more explorative with his tongue as he deepened the kiss.
~~~
Echo smirked, “You should probably bite the bullet and apologize.”
He was loving watching Crosshair be miserable hearing your fucked out cries as his brothers pleasured you.
He just grunted willing his jealousy down.
“She’s as stubborn as a bantha. She can hold out forever. One time fives thought it would be funny to dump ice water on her during her shower, she didn’t talk to him for three weeks and made sure his sutures were extra painful when he came into her office.”
He was in shock, he raised brow suddenly realizing that that time of Kashyyyk could have been more much worse if it wasn’t for the dire circumstances.
“Oh yeah.” Echo laughed at the memory, “Made him scrub her quarters for a week as an apology. Little thing has a hidden talent for torture.”
You let out a particularly pornographic moan that made Crosshair hard and cranky.
Crosshair grunted and stood up deciding he would rather just swallow his pride then to watch his brothers have you over and over again for however long you decided to duel out his punishment.
“I literally save her ass and this is what she wants from me…” Crosshair shook his head heading to the back of the ship, “omegas…”
~~~
He turned the corner to stand in the door way arms crossed. He chewed on his toothpick a little too hard once seeing the glorious site in front of him. You were spread out on your back still in that sinful scrap of fabric dress taking Tech in your soaked cunt while you sucked Wrecker into your throat. Hunter leaned against the wall watching his younger vod fuck you dumb.
“Can’t take the heat?” Hunter eyed Crosshair.
Tech rubbed at your clit making you arch into the cot while he pounded you. You came with a scream forcing Tech into cumming from how hard you tightened around him. He groaned pumping white ropes into your throbbing cunt gripping your hips with his strong hands.
He pulled out with a squelch letting you roll onto your hands and knees keeping Wrecker in your mouth skillfully.
From Hunter and Crosshair’s view they could see your glistening thighs and milky cunt leaking with Tech’s spend. You briefly took your mouth off Wrecker stroking him with your hand while you looked back over your shoulder to see their lusty gazes. You arched prettily showing off while returning back to give Wrecker your full attention.
“Kriff.” Crosshair cursed. You knew exactly what you were doing. Echo was right, you weren’t shy in the slightest nor afraid to torture a man.
Crosshair looked psychically pained that he couldn’t touch you, while Hunter didn’t hesitate to slot in behind you, filling you with his hard cock. You moaned taking your sergeant while still stroking Wrecker. You leaned down to suck one of his balls into your mouth making him whine and fist your hair.
“Such a good girl Mesh’la.” Hunter praised bringing his hand down across your ass cheek with a sharp snap. You yelped then moaned at the burning sensation. You knew you’d have Hunter’s hand print on your ass for a few hours and that made you giddy. He grabbed onto your hips and rocked into you with intention, fisting the red fabric for leverage he shoved you further onto Wrecker.
Feeling your second orgasm simmering, you reached down to circle your nerves making you twitch and quiver around Hunter.
“Gonna cum Mesh’la.” Wrecker bit out thrusting slightly into your waiting mouth. You sucked his tip extra hard while he poured his seed down your throat. You swallowed diligently and licked him up before letting him go. He slumped back against the wall and you collapsed onto your chest presenting your ass so perfectly for Hunter.
Sarge leaned forwards grabbing the back of your neck pinning you to the cot.
When you turned your head to look at Crosshair, you could tell he was standing uncomfortably with his codpiece restricting him. The look was subtle, but you could see the yearning in his eyes.
It was the same desire he had when you had shot that pirate with firepuncher. It was a hot and heady look. You knew you were close to cracking him so you decided to turn it up a notch.
You reached behind you to grab at Hunter’s wrists but he just manhandled them behind you securing them to your lower back, “take it omega!” he growled, pounding into you mercilessly.
You mewled and widened your knees giving your back more of an arch so he could hit even deeper. You both cried out at the change of position.
“Good girl.”
The you made fierce eye contact with Crosshair and ave him a mischievous wink, “Alpha… please!”
They were suddenly filled with the deep primal urge to please you. You haven’t used your omega voice since Howzer, and even it made you shiver, just like the boys around you.
They were on you like flies.
Tech and Wrecker shoving each other around trying to get to you. Competing for who would make you cum first.
You watched Crosshair approach but manage to somehow stop himself just a few feet away remembering your punishment could be so much worse if he were to disobey your wishes.
You knew it was paining him not to answer your cry… It was payback. You smiled wolfishly as Hunter took you to pound town to finish the job.
Wrecker used his strength to shove Tech away to slide under your spread thighs to lick at your clit a suckle gently coaxing you to your end.
You screamed baring down on Wrecker’s face as your pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave with such ferocity.
You shivered and convulsed as Hunter gave you his last few pumps before filling you with his cum. He leaned forwards biting into your shoulder again careful not to hit the gland as he came down from his high. Clearly your enchanting command had turned on his hindbrain too Hunter was actively fighting off the urges to mate. He must be extra sensitive due to his special abilities.
You quivered around his softening cock feeling the afterglow tingles from the mock bite dissipate from the junction of your neck.
You almost collapsed onto Wrecker but Hunter was holding on tight trying to quell his desire to actually bite you. Fucking without the implants was proving to be dangerous he realized. He nuzzled the back of your neck trying to keep his incisors in check but not ready to let you go quite yet.
“You want help with that Cross?” You looked down at his crotch. He swallowed thickly. “You know what you need to do…” You smirked sitting up letting Hunter slide out of you.
He sighed, “Fine, but not in front of them.” He grumbled making you smile.
“You heard him.” You said readjusting your dress to cover yourself again. The others just left with a grin slapping Crosshair on the shoulder as they stumbled out, feeling the blood rush back to their heads.
“Go on.” You crossed your arms calming your heart.
“You’re neglecting your real talents.” He sighed leaning against the wall, “Should be working for the Guard in interrogation and torture tactics.”
You raised a brow.
“Ugh.” He looked up at the ceiling before turning his attention to you, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my voice to command you like that, and I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the best apology, but you knew that was probably more than anything anyone has ever probably received from the prickly sniper.
“Apology accepted.” You smiled, “On one condition… You give me back my panties.”
He laughed, “Fine. But you’ll have to raid Wrecker’s drawer too.”
“Come here.” You ordered.
He walked over to you as you stood up still being dwarfed by the tall soldier, “Promise you’ll never do that to me ever again. You cannot take my freewill from me.”
He sighed feeling the guilt in his chest, “I promise ad’ika.”
You nodded and brought your hands up to his cheeks forcing him to look at you before you leaned up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his. He deepened the kiss lowering his head to your height.
“I want you Crosshair.” You whispered breaking the kiss, “I wanted you the second I saw you in that temple.”
He growled backing you up into the cot, “You looked so good holding firepuncher. Looked even better killing that man.”
You hummed, “You liked that huh?”
He nodded, “Oh yes, ad’ika.” He snaked his arm around your neck to fist your hair and expose your neck to him, “My omega is fierce.” He ran his incisors over your pulse point where his brother had left his mark making you shiver.
“Your omega?” You were breathless.
He hummed approvingly, “Mine.” He snarled launching you down to the cot. You landed with a yelp as he crowded you into the jumbled mattress.
“This damn dress.” He shook his head taking it all in before yanking down your top to reveal your breasts and hardened nippled. He leaned forwards latching onto one and massaging the other as he nudged your legs apart, “Was gonna take you on that temple floor. M’didn’t wanna wait.” He switched sides giving equal attention to the other breast.
You whined thinking about that heated look he gave you when the pirate had dropped cold. You knew if the city wasn’t under siege he would have made good on his word and that sent a powerful thrill through your entire being. You carded your fingers through his silver hair massaging his nape making him moan.
“So perfect ad’ika.” He praised pushing the dress slit to the side to reveal your ruined thighs. He smirked seeing the mess his brother had made of you.
You chewed your lip as he shoved his blacks down revealing his massive cock. It was definitely longer than the others and veiny like Wreckers. You spread your legs letting him see the cum leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch and drip with precum.
The past 48 hours without you had nearly driven him nearly to insanity, but looking down at you now, he finally felt like he could relax and enjoy you how he wanted.
Knowing you had already been warmed up, he gripped your thighs placing your ankles on either side of his head and pushed forwards sliding into you with ease. You cried out being stretched again as Cross filled you to the brim. He brushed up against your cervix making you squirm and mewl.
“Such a good girl.” He smiled flashing his incisors, “Taking all of your alphas so well…like you were made for us.” He thrust hard watching you bounce up and down on his cock. He reached forwards grabbing your tits and massaging them as he continued his precision thrusts.
“Ah-Crosshair!” You whined grappling for purchase and gripping onto his thighs.
He rocked the two of you steadily, “Wanted to kill all those fucking people for taking you from us.” He was getting more aggressive in his movements, “Never letting you go ever again ad’ika.” He reached down parting your thighs to rub circles on your clit. He felt you begin to flutter around him, “Gonna kill anyone who tries.”
“Promise?” You looked up at him with a wicked grin.
He mimicked your exact expression feeling a bolt of energy run through him, “Promise, sweetheart.” You were going to be the death of him.
He felt you tense up and knew you were about to cum. He kept going until you were arching off the bed moaning like you were in heat again.
He leaned down to press desperate kisses to your plush lips as he too reached his high adding his seed to the mess between your thighs.
Once he stilled, he remained there inside you, pressing open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. You squeezed around him as you preened from his attentions.
“Have you made up now?” Tech asked turning into the doorway. Crosshair let out an exacerbated sigh rolling over, brining you with him as he pulled the sheet up over the two of you.
“Yes Tech.” You smiled laying your head down onto Crosshair’s thumping chest.
“Good.” Tech held up his data pad, “We have twelve more hours until we touch down on Coruscant. I think the others want to talk about the logistics of this rather unorthodox relationship.”
“Then tell them to come in here.” Crosshair petted the stray hairs on your head down and tucked loose strands behind your ear.
Tech left and returned with the others including Echo who seemed all too pleased with himself. What a little mischief maker.
“Alright.” Hunter seemed a lot less awkward now having a better idea of how you feel about this whole arrangement, “Obviously this is not allowed under GAR regulations.”
“When have we ever obeys orders?” Tech said.
“Never.” Hunter shook his head, “So, obviously this doesn’t leave here.” He gestured to the group, “When we return we’ll have to get fresh implants but when they ask what happened we tell them we crash landed. Pip went through an entire cycle locked in this room and the rest of us had to go trade with locals to get replacement parts.”
“They’ll smell the mixed scents in here.” Crosshair hugged you to his chest like a little doll.
“We’ll clean the entire ship before we touch down.” Tech answered.
“Freaking finally.” You said in relief knowing you’d have help this time.
“What about her?” Echo pointed to you, “She’s covered in bruises.”
“Pip encountered hostiles and fought them off, as for the bites we’ll use bacta and hope for the best.”
“You realize you won’t be able to act any different when we're not alone.” Echo reminded, “You can’t be territorial in any sense. If they even begin to pick up on that, you’ll be decommissioned or she’ll be transferred.”
They visibly tensed.
“I don’t think the GAR will think anything strange of us.” Tech reasoned, “We’ve always been unorthodox.”
“That does play to your advantage.” Echo nodded.
“Are you okay with this Echo?” You asked hoping your longest friend is emotionally alright with this whole thing.
“Oh yeah pip.” He smiled, “Just glad you idiots finally did something about this. The tension was palpable.”
“You’re a meddler you know that?” You laughed.
“Obviously.” He snarked, “How else am I supposed to entertain myself?”
“Okay everyone needs to get cleaned up and then we need to start scrubbing this entire vessel down ceiling to floor.” Hunter gave the orders, “Then we need to go back to being one big happy platonic family.”
You giggled.
“I think we can manage.” Tech slinked out of the room to hunt down the cleaning supplies.
“Can you carry me to the fresher?” You asked Crosshair who nodded and helped gather you up in his arms. The two of you walked to the fresher where he helped you out of the dress and into the stall where he turned the water to warm. You stood on wobbly legs letting the water wash away evidence of the boys. You started scrubbing yourself down when Crosshair joined you. It was bit of a squish but you two managed.
You grabbed the soap again and began washing Crosshair. He gave you an unsure look that made you realize he’s probably never had anyone take care of him like this before. Your heart shattered a bit as you made sure to get his hair all the way down his legs. You always had such sympathy for the clone soldiers. They were barely seen as human from the rest of the galaxy…but not to you. To you they were so much more.
When you were both clean, you stepped out wrapping a towel around yourself securing it before walking back into your old bunk. You had found an old uncomfortable binder you didn’t love and pulled that on, securing it to your breasts, then slid on a pair of panties that the pirates hadn’t raided, but that was it.
You made sure to throw the red dress into the washer along with all of the boys clothes leaving the entire ship in just their boxers and socks.
Everything else went into the wash including all the bunk sheets and what remained of your ransacked nest. You had whimpered seeing the state of it. All your hard work and comfort, destroyed. The boys made sure to take care of that mess so you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long.
Walking out into the main cabin you grabbed the cleaning supplies from Tech and started getting to work helping.
“Here, mesh’la.” Hunter knelt down to you popping a bacta pill into your mouth for the bruising along with the gel on your skin hoping that the few hours left on board the marauder they’d heal up a bit. You swallowed the pill and let Hunter smear the gel around your neck and ribs. He made sure to change your foot bandages and apply more bacta. Those cuts seem to be healing up nicely to both of your satisfaction.
“Damn girl.” Echo let out a low whistle, “Those uniforms are a crime for hiding all that.” He laughed making you scoff.
“Prefer the red dress trooper?” You play flirted back.
“If only I wasn’t 80% cyborg.” He winked at you.
You giggled going back to your cleaning helping Tech get the crevices you couldn’t reach.
~~~
You blew a piece of hair out of your face, “Alright Hunter how does it smell?”
He sniffed the air, “Sterile.” He cringed.
“Perfect.” Tech gave an approving nod.
“This ship has never been this clean.” Crosshair looked around at the shiny durasteel. They had cleaned every inch of this space craft, put all the bunks back together to regulation, and scrubbed the Mimban mud from their boots. The damn ship looked fresh off the line.
They had slipped their blacks and armor back on making sure those had been cleaned too. You slinked back into the red dress making sure to secure it to your chest binder hiding your nips better. You also kept the panties on, feeling slightly less vulnerable this time. Not having shoes was still drag. Hopefully you’d be able to get a new pair immediately.
You were trying to figure out how you were going to exit the hatch without turning heads. You realized that would probably be impossible given the circumstances.
“They’re going to ask questions.” You sighed taking a bite of Echo’s ration bar as you leaned against his console.
“Well, you definitely catch attention.” He laughed thumbing the fabric.
“I just want my shoes back.” You groaned, “Do you know how long it took me to break those in?”
“We’ll all have to get new civvies and blacks.” He reminded, “Do you still have that stash at your place?”
“I think so. I don’t have any of Crosshairs though.” You gave the sniper an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and went back to cleaning firepuncher.
“My favorite band t-shirts are gone.” Wrecker whined. You knew show special all their things were to them. And you knew it was hard for them to come by certain items. They didn’t get paid for their service to the republic so clones rarely had personal belongings. A fact that also made your blood boil.
“I’ll get you a replacement one, honey.” You smiled. It made Wrecker light up.
“Think you can finesse those good meals from the medic center?” Echo begged, “I’m craving tip-yip.”
“Yeah, I’ll get Layla to drop some off when we touch down.”
“Now thats a fox.” Echo smirked taking another bite of the bland bar.
“I’ll tell her you said so.”
He leaned back in his chair, “She into cyborgs?”
“I think Layla’s into everyone.” You played.
“She had Rex’s boys down bad.” Echo laughed recalling the way they couldn’t shut up about the pretty omega nurse on board Skywalker’s Venator.
“Oh yeah. She had Kix on his knees.” You giggles remembering the way she had him blushing like a virgin in the exam room. Echo laughed.
“We should get her to do a pin up for the boys!” You suggested.
“Now thats a plan!” Echo bit his lip.
“When are we getting a pin up of you sweetheart?” Crosshair interjected.
“Yeah I want one of those!” Wrecker pounded the table sending Crosshair’s stuff flying.
“In your dreams boys!” You shook your head.
They groaned in protest.
“I still think we should paint you on the hull.” Wrecker pouted.
“I second that.” Tech voted.
“We’re leaving hyperspace, strap in.” Echo tapped your knee making you stand up from the console, you walked over to your jump seat settling in.
The others prepared for the sudden stop.
“On approach.” Tech masterfully steered the ship down towards Coruscant’s surface approaching the GAR docking bay.
Once cleared, the Marauder was set down gently in an open maintenance stall.
“Havoc Marauder to service bay, requesting immediate repair.” Tech radioed in.
“Havoc Marauder are you alright?” The service bay clone asked.
“Our ship crashed on return to Coruscant, we obtained replacement parts but we need a full service to ensure optimal performance.” Tech informed.
“Noted. We’ll be sending down mechanics and replacement parts shortly please stand by.”
“Where’s my med kit?” You suddenly asked looking around at the near empty ship.
“Stolen.” Hunter shrugged.
“Dammit.” You sighed, “Chief’s gonna rip me a new one.”
“That might be the least of our problems.” Tech pointed out the view port.
As the service team arrived with new engine parts and mechanic droids, General Kenobi and General Skywalker approached with the Coruscant guard in tow.
“Kark.” You sighed. You all were cooked.
“You wanna go talk to your old General?” Echo nudged you.
“He was your general too!” You shoved him back.
“Yeah but you’re prettier!” Echo shoved you to the hatch hitting the disengage, “He’ll be easier on you.”
You were about to protest when Hunter took the lead stepping down the hatch deciding to just get this conversation out of the way.
“Generals.” He greeted. The other 99’s marched down the stairs leaving you and Echo to watch from the ship’s view port.
“Sergeant Hunter.” They greeted.
“Can I help you sir?” You looked to the Coruscant Guard. Their crimson uniforms stood out against the starkness of the hangar bay, “My men have had been through an exhausting ordeal and we’d like to get everything in order before returning to the barracks for some much needed rest.”
“We were sent by the chancellor to escort you.” General Kenobi said, “He has heard about Kashyyyk and has been eagerly awaiting your return. We haven’t heard from you in two standard weeks.”
“We were shot down and crashed on Mimban sir.” Hunter sighed, “It took longer than expected to find repair parts.”
“Where is Tiny?” Skywalker asked, “I can sense her anxiety.”
“Uhh yeah.” Hunter looked back to the ship, “She’s in there. There was an incident sir.”
“An incident?” Skywalker’s brows furrowed.
“She’s alright. A little shook up. But we encountered hostiles who kidnapped her and took her back to their home city. We were able to retrieve her, but then pirates raided our ship and took all of our belongings.” He cleared his throat unsure how to explain the rest… “Pip?” He called. He could hear you sigh before he heard Echo shuffle behind you shoving you out of the hatch with a squeak.
You stumbled down the stairs trying your hardest to keep your modesty by holding the front and back panels of the dress together pathetically trying not to flash the men. You watched everyone shift uncomfortably seeing you. The head guard respectfully lowered his gaze while Skywalker gawked at you.
It didn’t help that the wind was trying to expose you like a cruel joke.
“What the fuck is that!” He was being protective again. You two had essentially grown up together. Anakin felt like an older brother to you and you knew he’d be upset.
“Language Anakin.” Kenobi sighed also keeping his gaze away and respectful.
“Hi, Generals.” You squeaked out feeling incredibly exposed.
“Do I want to know?” Anakin crossed his arms raising a brow.
You shook your head looking down at the ground wanting to die on the spot.
“Here little one.” Kenobi shed his outer robe handing it to you so you could cover up.
You gratefully took the brown fabric and bundled yourself up. The fabric pooled at your feet.
“Where are your shoes!” Anakin stared at your bandaged feet. His tone remarkably similar to when he’d reprimand Ashoka for something reckless.
“An old lady took them.” You responded softly. You heard Echo choke back a laugh in the background.
“An old-” He shook his head, “Every time I see you Tiny, it’s something new.”
You sighed knowing he was right.
“Sorry Anakin.” You snuggled into Kenobi’s robes a little tighter.
“It’s not your fault Y/N.” Obi wan gave Anakin with a stern look, “We’re glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you General.” You always liked the older man, he had such wisdom about him.
“We should get to the Chancellors office promptly, he’s eager to learn more about the chemical attack.” Kenobi nodded.
Hunter gestured for you to follow the Generals while the others followed in suit preparing to give their report. You just trotted behind Anakin trying to keep up with his long strides incredibly thankful for Obi wan’s robes.
“Told you he’d take it better from you.” Echo whispered in your ear.
“What about that seemed better to you?!” You whispered back.
“His shock at seeing you distracted him from asking about our short comings.” He smiled evil.
“Kark hole.” You growled lowly.
“Shut up, you love me.” He shoved you playfully.
You just scowled at him as your party arrived at the transport. Hunter held out a hand to help you climb into the ship and the guard guided you to a jump seat on the side while the men filed in holding onto the handle bars above.
You caught Skywalker eyeing you and you smiled sheepishly. The guard reached down to buckle you in but you stopped him, “I got it trooper.”
“Apologies ma’am.” He quickly stood up seemingly coming to his senses.
“No problem.” You have him a smile buckling in yourself.
Ugh you really need to get your implants in stat. That’s probably why Skywalker is giving you an incredulous look. You realized you probably reek of omega and it’s messing with everyone, probably himself too.
The transport lifted off and made a beeline for the Senate building. You shivered feeling the cold air rush past you. You had never been so grateful for an article of clothing in your entire life. Obi Wan’s robe was so soft and cozy.
You caught Tech checking in on you with a casual glance. You gave him a tiny nod as he went back to looking out the side of the ship at the city below.
“Prepare for docking.” The guard barked out over the engines.
The ship was quick to dock and you unbuckled, following everyone towards the building. This time, the head guard grabbed you by the waist and lifted you down from the ship setting you down on the concrete.
Your surprised squeak made your squad whip around to stare. Even the guard seemed shocked at his own actions.
You just patted his chest plate and continued on trying to prevent a scene. This better go quick or you were going to have a line of alphas trailing after you. You could feel your squad’s eyes burning holes into your back.
“Anything I should know about?” Skywalker bit out quietly into your ear.
“Nothing you want to know.” You replied, “Trust me.”
He growled urging you forward keeping a distance between you and the soldiers.
You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You wished the Generals had at least given you time to get a new uniform from the stock pile or something. Wearing Jedi robes over a crimson red dress was definitely something that caught looks.
Essentially every senator and Coruscant guard in passing turned to look and sniff. You just sighed wishing for this to be over and to crawl into your bed back home.
You wanted to tuck yourself into Hunter’s side for comfort, but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. Instead you stuck it through, all the way to the Chancellors office despite the incredibly awkward lift ride cramped inside with so many alphas.
“I think it’s probably better if you wait here Y/N.” Kenobi instructed you to sit on the bench outside the Chancellors office. Knowing he was right, given your inappropriate attire, seeing the Chancellor would be improper.
You were also thankful to not have to stand there and listen to the recount of the last three months you had just experienced.
The guard stood watch outside the chambers stoic as statues as they flanked the doors. However, the same soldier that had tried to buckle you in walked over to you with a confident stride.
“You were on Kashyyyk?” He asked.
You nodded.
“We heard about it through some of the radio chatter, what happened to those men?” He slid off his helmet, “I’m Thorne.” He held out his hand for you to shake. He was handsome. Clean cut to regulation, but you noticed his hair was a little curly on top. Must be a slight defect just like Rex you wondered.
You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah we were there. We were posted for three months on the front lines. The separatists dropped a chemical bomb that turned the entire camp feral. My squad was just out of range and we were able to get away. Tried to relay the message to the General on site, but we were shot down and ended up falling out of hyperspace onto Mimban.”
He looked shocked, “Mimban?”
You nodded, “Been a hell of a tour.”
“I bet.” He agreed.
“Have you heard what happened?” You wondered thinking about Wolffe and the others, “We were stranded for so long we haven’t been able to hear anything.”
“Let me ask the commander.” He spun around to wave over his head officer.
That was the clone that lifted you out of the transport.
“This is Fox.” Thorne introduced him, “Fox, this is Y/N.”
“Hi.” You gave him a polite smile.
“She was on Kashyyyk, she’s asking about the 104th.” Thorn filled him in.
“Last I heard they were okay. I guess your message got out and they were able to send in reinforcements.” Fox told you.
You let out a relived sigh, “Thank the maker.”
“They crash landed on Mimban.” Thorne added, “Sounds awful.”
“It was.”
“What’s with the get up?” Fox pointed to the red.
“An old lady took my clothes.” You kicked your bandaged feet out showing him the damage, “Pirates took the rest. Got kidnapped by a local war party and was held prisoner in an all women’s encampment. Apparently red is their favorite color.”
He let out a low whistle, “Can’t say I’d trade places with you.”
You huffed with a smile.
“You’re with the 99’s?” Thorn asked.
“Yeah.” You looked to the closed door wondering how it was going in there.
“You like them?” Fox asked.
Your eyes widened, “Oh uh, yeah. Took some warming up to, they’re not used to having outsiders.” Your heart pounded.
“Noticed you were close with General Skywalker.” Fox stated. What is this, twenty questions? You felt like you were in one of their interrogation chambers.
“I was his medic for majority of the war. Transferred after General Tano left the order.” You felt a pang of sadness hit your chest.
Fox just nodded. You knew about his involvement in the whole drama. You couldn’t blame him, he was just doing his job. However, Anakin didn’t see it that way. Poor alpha just wanted his padawan back. She was almost like a pup to him. It broke his heart.
“You ever leave here?” You asked looking around at this drab building.
“Hardly.” Thorn laughed clapping his commander on the back.
“Do you know when they’ll be done?” You asked, “I’d really like to get some real clothes and a hot meal.”
“Should be soon. I can have a droid bring up some basics for you.” Fox offered.
You thanked him and let him put the order in, thrilled to get out of this awful outfit. It wasn’t long before a service droid reappeared with women’s black basics and a pair of fresh off the line combat boots.
“Thank you!” You eagerly took the clothes and disappeared into the women’s facilities. When an ecstatic smile you locked yourself into a stall removing Kenobi’s robe and throwing it over the door along with the strip of red fabric. You slid on the loose pants, fastening them to your waist, along with the black form fitting top. You tucked in the shirt and slid the regulation belt through the loops. Last came the socks and the boots which you could have cried with joy finally having something on your feet again.
When you were done, you chucked the red fabric into the trash receptacle and neatly folded the Jedi robe. The shoes were stiff but you knew you’d have to break them in regardless. Stepping out of the facilities, the guards turned to watch you re-approach.
“Better?” Thorn gave you a charming smile.
“I feel human again. Thank you.” You smiled sitting down again and placing the robe in your lap, “My old commander had a defect, his hair was blonde.” You pointed to his head, “Yours as well?”
“All my batch mates have it.” Thorn nudged Fox, “Even Mr. Grumps over here.”
Fox grumbled. Grumpy he was…Probably came with the job.
“Show the pretty lady that handsome mug.” Thorne teased.
Fox took off his helmet resting it on his hip. He was handsome just like his batch mate except his hair wasn’t as curly at Thorne’s, it was more of a loose wave. He kept the sides cropped neatly but there was something so intriguing about this clone, and familiar…
You narrowed your eyes inspecting his face. He had a small red tattoo peeking out of his collar which you clocked immediately.
“I’ve treated you.” You stated gettin this full attention. You pointed to his tattoo.
“When?” He asked curiously. He clearly was riffling through all of this memories trying to place you.
“Start of the war.” You remembered, “GAR main medical campus. You came in after an injury on the job, a stab wound here.” You poked his upper thigh, “Run in with a bounty hunter and his knife.”
He looked down at you suddenly remembering you, “You were my nurse.”
You smiled, “Yeah, you’re an awful patient.” You and Thorne laughed. Fox scowled. You remembered him fighting you at every point in his recovery. It took the patience of a Jedi master to keep yourself collected. You were still new to the GAR and Fox had been one of your first solo patients.
You smirked remembering something else, “Then you railed my friend in the supply closet.”
Thorne clapped him on the back, “Atta boy.”
“She still talks about you.” You teased.
“Layla, was it?” He was getting more confident. You were starting to see the cockiness Layla had yapped about for weeks come forward. Said he was the best ride she ever had. Fox, apparently, was an extremely dominant alpha. Made Layla knot crazy for what felt like forever.
You hummed leaning back against the wall.
Just then the door opened and your squad came out, lead by the Jedi Generals. Fox and Thorne scrambled to put their helmets back on realizing they had gone against regulation… in the senate, while talking to you.
You stood up thanking Obi wan and placing his folded robe back into his hands.
“I’m glad they were able to retrieve some more comfortable clothing for you.” Kenobi said opening up his robes and sliding them back onto his shoulder.
“Me too General.” You replied. Turning to look at your squad, you picked out Hunter, “Sarge?”
“Yeah Y/N?”
“Are we clear to go home?” You were feeling weary desperately wanting sleep.
“Yeah pip, we are.”
You nodded suddenly feeling excited to curl up in your bed and stuff yourself with real food.
“Nuh uh.” Skywalker cut in urging the group to get moving, “We’re getting you to the medics first. You can veg out later.” He must have read your thoughts. That still freaked you out even after serving under him for years.
You sighed knowing there wasn’t any other choice once Anakin made up his mind. His brotherliness was stubborn.
~~~
The ride to the ship hangar wasn’t long. You tried separating from the group to go have your exams taken care of but they all insisted on coming along. This included your squad, Anakin, and the guard.
“General I don’t think you’re allowed to steal the guard from the senate.” You growled feeling like you were being suffocated, “This is not necessary.” You waved a hand at the overly protective men.
“Actually Tiny I’ve decided it is.” Anakin crossed his arms, “You’re a ticking time bomb.”
You felt the anger rising in your chest, “Am not! This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with an expired implant. I’m fine!”
“Then us coming along shouldn’t be a problem.” He argued.
“Ugh!” You stormed off towards the medical personnel building, “You’re not even authorized to be in here!”
“It’s Jedi business!” He strode past you arrogantly.
“What?! You wanna be in there when they’re poking and prodding me too?” You chased after him, “What is it with you freaking alphas!”
“I’m just watching out for you.” Anakin sassed using that same old excuse for the millionth time.
“I don’t need you too!” You stopped and then swerved around to look at your unit who was trailing behind you like a death squad, “I know for a fact you all also need new implants too, and that is over there.” You pointed to the clone treatment center to the right of the medic’s clinic.
“You heard Skywalker, General’s orders.” Crosshair leered.
You wanted to scream. Why the hell are they acting like this? Anakin opened the blast door holding it so you could walk through.
“Y/N?”
Layla’s voice sounded a little worried as she peeked up from behind the desk.
“Hi Layla.” You groused.
“What’s wrong?” She stood up taking in unnecessary amount of alphas crowding into the space, “Are you okay?” Layla was getting suspicious.
“Yeah I’m fine.” You snarled, “These karking idiots wont leave me alone.”
“You’re overdue for your implant, want to go somewhere a little more private?” She eyed the men.
You nodded and took off down the hall to the exam table on the left.
Layla followed you in clutching her data pad, “What’s that all about? And why is Fox here?” He raised her brows. You noticed the excitement in Layla’s eyes at the thought of her old fling waiting just on the other side of the divider.
You began stripping from your blacks to put on a sterile gown.
“I don’t know.” You whispered, “But keep your voice down the sergeant can hear us.”
She just nodded.
“Do you need a full exam?” She asked looking at your neck.
“Yeah.” You replied, “I had a heat while stranded on Mimban.”
“You were on Mimbam?” She was confused.
You gave her a loose rendition of the story to fill her in. She just nodded picking up the pregnancy test holding it up for you like a question. You gave her a nod not wanting Hunter to hear a thing.
She put your legs up in the stirrups and began the exam testing for all kinds of things and injury. You just stared up at the ceiling as she did her job expertly without hurting you too much.
“I think thats why the General is concerned.” Layla whispered, “He probably knows what happened.”
“What worries me is he can read minds.” You whispered back letting Layla draw a bead of blood for the pregnancy test, “He started acting weird after the debrief.”
“But was it good?” She asked biting her lip with a mischievous smile.
You nodded, “It was insane.” You thought back to the last week feeling a jolt of arousal rush to your core thinking about the way the men had pleasured you.
“What is taking so long?” Anakin’s booming voice sounded from the other side of the curtain.
“Karking maker Anakin!” You screamed, “She’s literally digging around inside me, leave me alone!”
You heard a shuffling letting you know Anakin was leaving you two again.
Layla placed the various tests into the correct machines before grabbing her implant injector. Just like she had the last time, she plunged the tool into your shoulder injecting you with the pill.
“Should take a few hours to kick in.” She reminded, “As for everything else you’re clear. Healthy as a can be.” She silently held up the negative pregnancy test results. Thank the maker.
She uploaded the data to your profile before helping you down the table. You redressed and gathered yourself before stepping out into the hall. Layla pushed the curtain all the way back following behind you, “Make sure to eat something. You’re skinnier than last time I saw you.” She handed you a copy of the report.
“How much skinnier?” Anakin interrogated.
You grabbed the data pad and shoved it into his chest, “How about you just read it yourself since you’re so invested.”
He took the tablet from you and to his credit he did actually read it. You watched him scan for the answer he was so desperately looking for and when he saw the big fat NEGATIVE next to pregnancy test he let out a relived sigh.
Now you knew he knew, and this proved it. But you know Anakin, luckily he’d never tell a soul. Protective as he may be, he also knew not everything needs to be reported to the higher ups.
“Satisfied?” You snatched back the tablet handing it to Layla, “Can I be dismissed now, General?”
He just nodded, “You’re dismissed.”
Without another word you left the clinic leaving everyone behind.
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