Hey Miss Zoey love your work! Just curious I've been reading a lot of the Dad batch but what about Uncle batch? For instance if you had to babysit the nieces and nephews with one of the boys or Rex or Wolffe how do you think it would go?
I hope that you are having a restful weekend and all is well. 😁
Aloha!
Thanks! Love to read that 😊
The "Uncle Batch", huh? Doesn't ring as good as the other one, yet I think it's worth a shot 😁 I'd like to know about that too!
I'm assuming younger kids, not teens...
The Bad Batch HCs - The Uncle Batch
Hunter
He's the uncle with the sick knife tricks that the kids aren't supposed to copy. The uncle who knows all about wilderness survival and takes them camping. He teaches them about fishing, making campfires, setting up camp and picking mushrooms. He is great with his nephews and nieces, he has the calmness and patience to be a good role model, except for the knife thing, maybe. Hunter has a way of calming children when they are hurt or scared, his voice and calmness soothe them almost immediately.
Echo
Can be a gentle soul, but he is not afraid to be stricter when he sees fit, unlike most of his other brothers, he can definitely say "no" when he has to. This doesn't make him unpopular, though, he is the uncle to go to for advice, and he tells the funniest stories about his brothers. He also makes the best snacks when he is responsible for the food as a babysitter. He might be stricter than the rest, but he is also loving and patient. Echo is that uncle the kids want to have around when they are sick. Echo makes the best soup and has the softest voice when reading to his sick nephews and nieces.
Wrecker
The fun uncle, who constantly tells jokes, takes the kids to fairs and amusement parks. Wrecker knows a lot of funny games, boredom does not arise that quickly. He can hardly say "no" and most of the time the kids have a sugar shock when they are left alone with him, because Uncle Wrecker always has sweets with him. Of course, he likes to watch over the kids, and he protects them with his life if he has to. The kids adore him, he is so warm and lively, but also gentle, that goes down well with the kids.
Tech
The uncle who knows all the answers, well, most of them. He knows a lot, tells a lot, and often doesn't realize whether he's exciting or boring the children. But his inventiveness knows no bounds, he invents new games practically non-stop. He is good-natured and can hardly say no, but when it comes to the safety of the kids, he puts his foot down. Nephews and nieces like him because he always has an answer when they ask him something, he is attentive and patient and never gets tired of answering their questions. The kids learn from him, but in a way he also learns from the kids, especially in the interpersonal area. He learns to read their behavior, and at some point he knows before something happens that something is up.
Crosshair
He tells the best scary stories, mostly ones that aren't really suitable for the kids, but they hang on every word he says with fascination. He is the quiet, grumpy uncle who rarely comes out of his shell, yet is adored on all sides by his nephews and nieces and is not infrequently introduced as the cool uncle. Of course, Crosshair pretends to be annoyed by the clinginess when they cling to his limbs, but underneath the grumpy facade sits a proud uncle who enjoys the attention.
Quite possibly, he'll smugly say to his brother(s), "Your kids love me more than they love you."
I finall managed to format a few chapters at once, till my funky 80HD made me lose focus, If anyone would love t see a special scenario, I am open to try an weave it in.
And as a reminder my asks are open, I will try to write for every clone if requested.
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Chapter 50: Soft hearted
As Orion continued to explore the space between Hunter's side and arm, Tech took a moment to reflect on the peculiar dynamics that had formed among Clone Force 99. It was a makeshift family, forged in the crucible of war and adversity, but it held a warmth and camaraderie that transcended their clone origins.
Tech, ever the analytical mind, observed how Hunter, usually the stoic leader, had a soft spot for the little one. Orion's presence seemed to bring a lighter, more human side out of Hunter, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened and exhausted Sergeant they all knew. It was a testament to the way parenthood, even in its unconventional form, could soften the edges of even the toughest warriors. Meanwhile, Orion, oblivious to the complexities of his surrogate family dynamics, continued his exploration. His tiny hands found refuge in Hunter's armour, occasionally reaching out to touch the helmet or grab onto a strand of Hunter's hair. The simplicity of Orion's actions provided a refreshing break from the complexities of war and secrecy.
Tech, with a subtle smile, couldn't help but marvel at the scene. It was a snapshot of ordinary moments in the midst of extraordinary circumstances. The Havoc Marauder and their barracks became not just a vessel for transporting and a home for soldiers, but a space where bonds were formed, laughter echoed, and unexpected connections thrived. As Orion's babbling filled the air, Tech's thoughts briefly drifted to Amanda and the challenges they faced in keeping their secret. The delicate dance between duty and personal connections became more intricate with each passing day. Yet, in the quiet moments like these, surrounded by makeshift safety railings and the comforting presence of his brothers, Tech found solace and a sense of belonging. In the background, Hunter, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, continued to engage with Orion. The once stern leader of Clone Force 99 had become an unexpected uncle, sharing a silent understanding with Tech about the importance of family, however unconventional it may be.
Orion's play mat became a hub of activity within the Havoc Marauder. The infant, determined and full of curiosity, stretched out on his tummy, little hands pushing against the soft surface. His eyes gleamed with the excitement of exploration as he attempted the challenging feat of rolling over.
Tech, always attentive to Orion's developmental milestones, observed with a mixture of pride and amusement. The play mat, scattered with colourful toys strategically placed to capture Orion's attention, provided a stimulating environment for the growing infant. As Orion wriggled and squirmed, Tech couldn't help but narrate the unfolding story of his son's adventures, offering words of encouragement and celebration for every little movement. Always collecting as much pictures and videos as he can, involving his beloved wife as much as he can. The camaraderie of Clone Force 99 echoed in the background as the other members of the squad occasionally glanced over, their tough exteriors softened by the endearing sight of Orion's determined efforts.
Orion's various attempts at rolling over became a collective event, drawing the attention of his uncles, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo. Each had their unique way of interacting with the little one, whether it was offering words of encouragement, playfully waving a toy, or simply sharing a smile in response to Orion's infectious joy. Wrecker, with his boisterous laughter, occasionally mimicked Orion's attempts to roll, creating a playful atmosphere that made Orion laugh loudly. Echo, ever the strategist, analysed the movement patterns and silently cheered on the progress. Crosshair, typically reserved, couldn't help but crack a subtle smile at the adorable display.
Amidst the light-hearted banter and shared moments, Tech marvelled at the sense of unity within the squad. Orion's presence had woven an extra layer of connection among them, making the Havoc Marauder feel more like a home than a military transport. As Orion's efforts reached a peak, a collective leaning forward happened. Despite not fully mastering the art of rolling over, Orion's determination had turned a simple play mat into a stage for shared joy and laughter. "You get closer every day buddy" Hunter states before turning back to his task.
And so, in the heart of the Havoc Marauder, surrounded by his uncles and father, Orion continued his explorations, blissfully unaware of the deep bonds forming around him. Not aware that he manages to pull his uncles out of their task focused mind, and give them some joyful moments of respite.
Orion, in his innocent attempt to mimic those around him, gurgled happily while grasping the long rattle, the sound of which vaguely echoed the rhythmic tap of raindrops, Tech got in case Orion likes the rain back on Kamino. The play mat was adorned with soft pillows, supporting the little one as he was propped up to observe the ongoing activities within the Havoc Marauder. His father having opened a wall panel to check on something, always close by.
Crosshair, sitting nearby with his rifle disassembled for maintenance, meticulously cleaned each component. His focused demeanour seemed to deter any potential interaction, but every now and then, he couldn't resist stealing glances at Orion. Despite his best efforts to maintain a stoic exterior, there was a subtle softening in Crosshair's expression as he observed the infant's attempts to imitate his actions. Orion, blissfully unaware of the watchful eyes upon him, continued to experiment with the rattle. His small hands gripped the toy, attempting to mimic the way Crosshair handled his rifle. The sound of the rain-like rattle merged with the hum of the ship's engines, creating a comforting background melody for the extraordinary family on board.
Tech, being nearby, observed the silent interaction between Crosshair and Orion, with a few glances. A small smile played on Tech's lips as he recognized the unspoken connection forming between the sharpshooter and the curious infant. It was a testament to the unique dynamics that had evolved within Clone Force 99, a blend of toughness, camaraderie, and unexpected moments of tenderness. Showing even the soft sides of clones bred for war.
As Orion continued his playful exploration, occasionally babbling in a language only he understood, Crosshair couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle joy that emanated from the infant's presence. The act of cleaning his rifle became a secondary focus as the sharpshooter found himself captivated by the innocent gestures of the youngest member of their unconventional family. In the confined space of the Havoc Marauder, where duty often collided with moments of respite, the silent connection between Crosshair and Orion symbolized the intricate threads that bound them together. It was a reminder that, even in the midst of war, the simple acts of observation and shared space could transcend the harsh realities of their existence. And so, as Orion continued his delightful mimicry, unknowingly bridging the gap between generations, the Havoc Marauder sailed through the galaxy, a vessel not only carrying soldiers but also cradling the warmth of unexpected connections and the echoes of a loving family finding solace in each other's presence.
Crosshair, having completed the meticulous task of cleaning his rifle, approached Orion with a deliberate yet gentle demeanour. Kneeling beside the play mat, he observed the infant's attempts to grasp the rattle, his keen eyes discerning the limited coordination of the small hands. With a subtle smile that hinted at the rare softness beneath his stoic exterior, Crosshair decided to lend a helping hand. Taking the rattle from Orion's grasp, he carefully positioned it within the tiny fingers, guiding them to encircle the makeshift rifle. It was a momentary fusion of precision and innocence, as the sharpshooter imparted his own signature touch to the playful scene.
Orion, seemingly intrigued by Crosshair's involvement, followed the lead, attempting to maintain the hold on the rattle. His eyes widened with curiosity, reflecting the innate fascination children often have for the world around them. The rattle, now held in a manner reminiscent of a miniature rifle, became a symbol of connection, an unspoken bridge between the seasoned soldier and the burgeoning infant.
Tech, who had been quietly observing the interaction, found himself captivated by the unfolding tableau. The juxtaposition of Crosshair's expertise and Orion's budding curiosity created a harmonious blend of contrasts. It was a reminder that, even in the midst of their unique circumstances, moments of tenderness and shared experiences could forge bonds that defied the rigidity of their roles as soldiers. Crosshair, fully aware that Orion's attention span might be fleeting, savoured the ephemeral connection. He allowed the infant to explore the rattle-as-rifle for a brief moment before gently reclaiming the toy. In a silent acknowledgment of their shared understanding, Crosshair met Tech's gaze with a subtle nod, a recognition of the unspoken threads that wove their disparate lives into an unexpected tapestry of camaraderie.
As Crosshair rose from his kneeling position, Orion's attention shifted to the twinkling lights on the play mat. The makeshift training session concluded, leaving a lingering sense of warmth and connection in the air. It was a small yet profound episode within the confines of the Havoc Marauder, a vessel where bonds were forged not only through battle but also through the tender moments that unfolded in the most unexpected corners of their shared journey. "that never happened." He muttered as he passed Tech to head to the refresher.
Chapter 51 no one ever saw there was 55
Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.
Oh my, if I am already at 50. And have so much pre written, I may have to cut short. Not sure if someone would want to write... don't know a 100 chapters or more? That is insane, because I started this as a private fun write, and I have other works, private ones that are even longer. What is wrong with me? xD
I just had the cutest thought about Omega and Uncle Crosshair.
After every bath/shower/swim when Omega’s hair is wet she goes to Crosshair. She sits on his lap as he does her hair, and they just quietly sit together.
He carefully dries her hair. Then slowly combs it out, taking as much time as possible, because he wants this time with her as much as she does with him. Sometimes he will braid her hair, other times he will ruffle it up so he has to start again.
It’s a ritual for them that started shortly after he got his chip out and he wanted to start making amends with his family.
Honestly, I am not ready for the final. My nerves are on edge, so many unanswered questions... I hope it will be a longer run time.
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Chapter 46: Broken surprise
“Hey Tech, could you fix my datapad? Seems I fell asleep watching something and kicked it out of my bunk?” Crosshair walks over his brother, already handing him the datapad. Tech nodded as he took Crosshair's damaged datapad in hand, examining the dents and scratches. "Don't worry, Crosshair. I'll have your datapad fixed in no time." Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a hint of scepticism in his tone. "You sure about that? It took a pretty good kick."
Tech smirked, confident in his technical skills. "I've dealt with worse. Now, in the meantime, keep an eye on Orion for me. He seems to enjoy your company." Crosshair grunted in response. "I'm a soldier, not a babysitter." Tech chuckled as he began disassembling the datapad. "True, but you're also an uncle now. Embrace the role, Crosshair. You might find it more enjoyable than you think."
Crosshair rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smirk. As Tech focused on repairing the datapad, Crosshair observed Orion, who was happily babbling and reaching out for him. Despite his initial reluctance, Crosshair couldn't deny the unique bond forming between him and his tiny nephew. So he picked him up and walks back to the bunks.
Like every time, something his brothers are well aware of, Tech checks for corrupted data. To see if the damage is worse than what meets the eye. Tech couldn't help but smile as he scrolled through the images on Crosshair's datapad. Amidst the usual snapshots of missions, landscapes, and the occasional candid shots of the squad, there was a gem that stood out, a selfie featuring Crosshair with Orion on his lap, both seemingly enjoying a quiet moment.
The toothpick detail caught Tech's attention, a quirky touch that reflected Crosshair's distinct personality. Uncle and nephew both sporting a toothpick. It was these seemingly mundane yet heart-warming instances that added depth to the bond forming between the members of Clone Force 99 and Orion, the littlest member who had effortlessly woven himself into their lives.
As Tech examined the photo, he marvelled at the camaraderie that had developed among the Bad Batch. It was a stark contrast to their initial dynamics, a testament to the unspoken understanding they had for each other, especially when it came to Orion. The child had become a focal point, a source of joy and shared responsibility for the brothers. Tech's smile deepened as he continued scrolling, realizing that in these simple moments lay the essence of family. The toothpick detail symbolized more than just a shared prop; it embodied the unique bonds forged in the crucible of their experiences. Even in the midst of war and uncertainty, there was room for laughter, bonding, and the unexpected joy of finding family in the unlikeliest of places. And after Tech has made sure there is no corrupted data, he goes to fix the hardware.
Crosshair approached with Orion in his arms, dangling over his uncle’s arms, the little one seemingly thrilled by the change in perspective. Orion's gurgles and babbles of delight filled the air, creating a contagious atmosphere of joy. Crosshair, ever the vigilant uncle, ensured that Orion was securely cradled, preventing any discomfort or mishaps. Tech glanced up from the datapad, his smile transitioning from the sentimental to the amused. "Enjoying the ride, Orion?" he remarked, appreciating the light-hearted moment. The sight of Crosshair holding Orion with care and the baby's infectious happiness had a way of lightening the mood, even during the most routine tasks.
As Crosshair lowered Orion back to a more conventional position, the little one's tiny hands reaching out in curiosity, Tech returned his attention to the datapad. "If you ever need assistance with your devices, Crosshair, feel free to ask. Though I recommend avoiding sudden kicks," he added with a playful smirk, alluding to the incident that led to the datapad's need for repair. “You say.” Crosshair rolls his eyes, acknowledging the unspoken understanding among the brothers. Orion, seemingly undeterred by the mention of the incident, continued to explore the world around him, a beacon of innocence and joy in the midst of their unconventional lives.
As a certain smell hits Crosshair’s nose he holds Orion a bit away. Tech couldn't help but chuckle at Crosshair's expression, a mix of mild discomfort and amusement. "Diaper duties are an integral part of caring for Orion. Perhaps it's time for Uncle Crosshair to face that challenge," he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes. Crosshair, however, seemed to have reservations. "I signed up for babysitting, not the messy part," he retorted, glancing down at Orion, who was oblivious to the impending discussion about his diaper. “Now you are a babysitter?” Tech asks raising an eyebrow. “No, I mean... Shut up.” Crosshair tries to track back.
Tech raised an eyebrow. "Parenting involves both the delightful and the messy. It's a package deal," he stated, finishing the repairs on Crosshair's datapad. "There you go. Fully operational." Crosshair accepted the device, eying Orion with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. "Fine, but I get to choose the next mission details when looking out for Orion," he declared, adjusting his hold on Orion, who seemed content in the arms of his uncle. Tech smirked, understanding that Crosshair's terms were more about maintaining a tough exterior than any actual aversion to caring for Orion. "Deal. Just be prepared for the unpredictability of parenting," he remarked, glancing at Orion, who cooed happily, oblivious to the negotiations happening around him. Crosshair carefully hands Orion back to Tech, who will probably go and change the little one, who is more amused to try and stomp his tiny legs with all his might against his fathers thighs.
Tech chuckled at Orion's enthusiastic leg stomping. "Someone's in a lively mood today," he remarked, adjusting his grip to ensure Orion's comfort and safety. Crosshair observed the father-son interaction with a raised eyebrow. "You're not exaggerating about the unpredictability, are you?" he commented, a hint of amusement in his tone. Tech smiled. "Nope, this is just a glimpse. Parenthood is a dynamic experience," he replied, appreciating the joy radiating from Orion.
Crosshair, while maintaining his tough exterior, couldn't help but crack a small smile at the sight of Orion's infectious happiness. "Well, you're on diaper duty. I'll stick to missions," he declared, as if securing his place in the uncle-nephew dynamic. Tech nodded, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Fair enough. Just remember, Orion might surprise you. Parenting tends to have that effect," he said, giving Crosshair a knowing look. As Tech continued to engage with Orion, Crosshair, although feigning indifference, seemed intrigued by the tiny, energetic human in his brother's arms. Parenthood, it seemed, had a way of breaking down even the toughest exteriors.
As his brother leaves to go back and relax in his bunk, Tech watches him. “And Crosshair, please refrain from giving Orion toothpicks.” Crosshair's eyes narrowed at Tech's amused remark. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he grumbled, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of his secret antics being uncovered. Tech raised an eyebrow. "I simply value Orion's safety. A toothpick in a baby's mouth isn't exactly recommended," he pointed out, maintaining his calm demeanour.
Crosshair huffed, clearly unapologetic. "It was just for a quick picture. He's fine, nothing happened." he retorted, defending his questionable actions. Tech couldn't help but smirk. "Just stick to the uncle duties. No toothpicks, no questionable accessories," he advised, finding amusement in the peculiar circumstances of parenting within the Bad Batch. Crosshair grumbled something unintelligible, but Tech could tell he was reluctantly agreeing to the terms, even if just for the sake of keeping the peace in their unique family dynamic.
Chapter 47
Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.
That one got longer than I expected a filler to be.
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Chapter 42: Precious simplicity
Orion, with his wide blue eyes and tiny fingers, was captivated by the flickering lights and sounds of the show playing on the screen. As he lay in his father's bunk, the colourful pictures danced before him, drawing his attention. The sound of the show seemed to have a calming effect on him, keeping him engaged. Tech, still deep in slumber, remained unaware of his son's wakefulness. Orion, nestled beside him, had other plans. As he wiggled and explored, he discovered Tech's fingers, which were temptingly close. Curiosity and instinct led him to chew on those fingers, finding comfort in the touch.
The distraction seemed to work like a charm. Orion's tiny hands and his newfound fascination with the show kept him content, allowing Tech to get some much-needed rest. The quiet bond between father and son, forged in these precious moments, was a testament to their resilience in the face of uncertainty. Crosshair had entered the ship quietly, his sharp eyes scanning the room for what he came walking towards the bunk area that leads in their small cargo hold. The sight that greeted him brought a soft, almost imperceptible smile to his face. There, in Tech's bunk, lay Orion, wide awake and captivated by the datapad playing the technical show. But what really caught Crosshair's attention was the scene beside him.
Tech, usually alert and precise, was completely knocked out, lost in a deep slumber. He lay on his side, facing Orion, with his arm extended protectively over his son. Orion, on the other hand, was fully engaged with the show, his tiny fingers exploring and fumbling, then finding their way to his father's hand. Orion's chubby little hand clung to Tech's fingers, and he began to chew and suck on them with a happy, gurgling noise. Crosshair couldn't help but be touched by the scene before him, not that he would ever admit it. It was a side of Tech he rarely saw but emerges more often now, the doting father who would sacrifice his own rest to ensure his son's contentment. Crosshair recognized the strong bond that had formed between father and son, forged through the trials and tribulations they faced together. As much as Crosshair wanted to scoop up his nephew and engage with him, he resisted the urge. He knew all too well how protective Tech was of Orion, and he wasn't willing to risk waking up his brother and probably cause Tech a heart attack along the way. Instead, he stood silently by the bunk, watching the quiet interaction between Tech and Orion, a silent observer of their special connection. But after a bit Crosshair shakes his head and goes to retrieve what he actually came for.
Tech slowly stirred from his deep slumber after a few hours of much needed rest, his mind transitioning from the realms of dreams to the present moment. As he became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was lying on his side in his bunk. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to notice something unusual, a soft, wet sensation on his fingers. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, Tech looked over squinting his eyes a bit, and there, to his mild surprise, was Orion. His son was wide awake, blue eyes fixed on the datapad playing the low volume technical show. Orion's tiny mouth was securely latched onto Tech's fingers, enthusiastically exploring them as if they were the most intriguing objects in the galaxy.
Tech couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight. He marvelled at how Orion seemed so captivated by the moving images on the datapad and how his little fingers clung to Tech's hand. It was a heart-warming moment, and Tech treasured it deeply. Careful not to disrupt the delicate balance, Tech slowly withdrew his fingers from Orion's mouth. He knew that the moment he pulled away, Orion might express his displeasure. But Tech had to prepare for his son's reaction, ready to distract him with something else if needed. As his fingers left Orion's grasp, the infant made a small, protesting noise, his eyes shifting from the datapad to his father's face. Tech quickly reached for a nearby toy, one of the few he has in his bunk, and offered it to Orion. It was a colourful, soft rattle with various textures, designed to stimulate the baby's senses. Orion's attention was momentarily diverted by the new toy. He grasped it with his tiny hands, fingers exploring the different textures and shapes. Tech couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched his son's curiosity at work. Tech knew that moments like these were precious. The demands of their mission and the Kaminoans' watchful eyes left little room for relaxation. Yet, here in the quiet of Tech’s bunk, he and Orion could share a simple, cherished moment.
Tech knew that leaving Orion unattended, even for a short time, could be risky. He had meticulously planned his day to accommodate his son's needs while fulfilling his duties as a member of Clone Force 99. However, the desire for a quick shower and a moment of personal care was growing stronger. Glancing at Orion, who was still engrossed in the colourful rattle and the technical show on the datapad, Tech considered his options. He knew that if he left the room briefly, he would need to be swift and efficient. The ship is secure, and his brothers were clearly nearby, but there was always an element of unpredictability when it came to caring for an infant.
Tech decided to take a calculated risk. He carefully positioned Orion in a more sitting position in the curve of the breastfeeding pillow and adjusts the volume of the datapad to a soothing hum. Tech then quickly to the refresher, leaving the door open, all measures keeping an ear out for any sign of distress from Orion. As the warm water cascaded over him in the small shower compartment, Tech couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and guilt. He needed this moment to rejuvenate, even if it was brief, but he also knew the responsibility of caring for his son never truly paused.
Tech showered quickly, constantly aware of the time, and the possibility that Orion might become fussy in his absence. He was prepared to rush back at the slightest hint of distress from his son. After the shower, Tech dressed efficiently, his focus never wavering from his parental duties. As he returned to his bunk, a sense of relief washed over him when he found Orion still absorbed in the rattle and the datapad. It seemed his calculated risk had paid off this time. Tech couldn't help but offer a silent thank you to the maker and Force for granting him these small moments of respite amidst the chaos of their missions. He knew that balancing fatherhood and his role as a member of the Bad Batch would always be a challenge, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.
Tech proceeded with his well-practiced routine to tend to Orion. He carefully lifted his son from the spot where he had been watching the datapad and chewing on his father's fingers. Orion squirmed and cooed, showing his usual enthusiasm for the attention of his father. First, Tech checked Orion's diaper, noting that it needed changing. He retrieved a clean diaper and the necessary supplies, placing them within easy reach. With gentle efficiency, he unfastened the soiled diaper and expertly replaced it with a fresh one, making sure it was snug but not too tight. Once the diaper change was complete, Tech selected a clean set of clothes for Orion. He appreciated the adorable assortment of tiny outfits that Amanda had sent in her parcels that he went to pick up. Today, he chose a soft, blue onesie with a playful star pattern. Tech carefully dressed Orion, ensuring each button was secure and the outfit was comfortable.
With Orion now in clean clothes and a fresh diaper, Tech settled into his usual feeding routine. He had prepared a bottle of formula earlier. Or more to always be ready to feed and nurse, knowing that Orion's feeding schedule was essential to maintain. He cradled Orion in his arms, offering the bottle while keeping a watchful eye on his son's needs. As Orion eagerly latched onto the bottle, Tech couldn't help but smile at the sight. His son's bright eyes and the way his tiny fingers curled around the bottle warmed his heart. Tech cherished these moments of connection with Orion, moments that reminded him of his love for his son and the unwavering dedication he felt to keep him safe and cared for.
While Orion fed, Tech glanced at the datapad, pondering the tasks and responsibilities that awaited him once this father-son interlude was over. Balancing parenthood with his role in the squad was a delicate dance, but he was determined to excel at both, just as he always had. Tech's focus remained on Orion, savouring this intimate moment and cherishing the bond that had formed between them. As father and son, they faced the galaxy together, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. And with Amanda close by, it is even more worth it, despite the looming threat all around the galaxy. Like any other family, just yet not like any other at the same time.
Orion, in his own small way, seemed eager to assert his newfound independence. His little hands fumbled and batted at Tech's fingers holding the bottle. Tech couldn't help but chuckle softly at his son's determination. He spoke to Orion in a gentle and reassuring tone, even though he knew the infant couldn't fully understand. "Ah, you want to hold it yourself, huh?" Tech said with a warm smile. He adjusted the bottle slightly, allowing Orion to grasp it with his tiny fingers. Of course, Orion's motor skills were still developing, and he couldn't quite manage to hold the bottle steady. Tech's larger hand remained there, providing the needed support while letting Orion feel like he was participating. "Not quite there yet, my little trooper," Tech continued, his voice filled with affection. "But soon enough, you'll be doing it all on your own." He watched Orion's earnest efforts, understanding that these small moments were precious. Father and son shared a unique bond, and Tech was determined to nurture it as Orion continued to grow and learn. As Tech watched Orion's determined efforts to hold the bottle, he couldn't help but reflect on his own words. It struck him that his son was growing quickly, reaching new milestones with each passing day. Orion was already five months old, and Tech knew that babies developed at their own pace, but it was a stark reminder of how fleeting these early moments were. And he already suspects that Orion, due to Tech’s own mutations, maybe a bit quicker to learn. And the thought makes him somewhat proud, knowing he gave Orion half his genes.
He marvelled at the thought of how, in just a few weeks or months, Orion might indeed be able to hold his bottle on his own. It was a bittersweet realization. While he felt immense pride and joy in watching his son grow and learn, there was also a hint of nostalgia for the times when Orion would depend on him for everything. Tech's gaze softened as he continued to support Orion, both of them locked in this small, yet significant moment of bonding. Parenthood was a journey filled with these kinds of emotional contrasts, the excitement of seeing a child's progress and the wistfulness of knowing they were growing up. Tech whispered softly to Orion, his voice a mixture of pride and love, "You're growing so fast, little trooper. But remember, I'll always be here to help you when you need it, no matter how much you learn to do on your own." Tech leans slightly back letting the minutes tick by.
Tech's head snapped up at the sudden commotion outside. He quickly put down the bottle he was cleaning and checked to ensure Orion was securely nestled in his carrier on his chest. His instincts kicked in, and he knew he had to investigate the source of the disturbance. So as not to disturb Orion to much, Tech left the ship with steady steps and headed toward the noise. He reached for his blaster, which was never too far away, and cautiously moved through the temple ruins. As he got closer to the commotion, he could hear voices, loud and screaming over each other.
Tech's heart raced. He knew that this mission to help rebuild the temple had its risks, but he hadn't expected trouble so soon. He had to find out what was happening and, if necessary, ensure the safety of the others. With each step, his mind raced with possibilities, and he couldn't help but worry about Amanda and the rest of the team. As a member of the Bad Batch, he was always prepared for unexpected challenges, calculating even the most absurd outcomes and having plans upon plans.
Chapter 43
Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.
Thanks for every reblog and like, I can't tell you how happy it makes me, seeing some funny hashtags, or thoughts about it. Also I scrapped a whole later chaoter about Tech taking Orion to a doctor, and him being all to pride about his exceptional mind.
Another Chapter, but I am unsure if I still like the narrative parts in between.
Sex is mentioned. But honestly it had to come up.
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Chapter 5: Some banter and disgust
One evening, as the squad gathered in the small common area of the Marauder for a meal, Crosshair's characteristic bluntness broke the silence. "You know, of all the clones, I would've thought Wrecker would be the one to forget to practice safer sex, not you, Tech." The room fell into a hushed stillness, all eyes turning to Tech, who glanced up from Orion as he feeds him, a mixture of surprise and mild amusement on his face. He adjusted his goggles and cleared his throat before responding. "Crosshair, I assure you, the circumstances surrounding Orion's arrival were... unique." Wrecker let out a booming laugh, his large frame shaking slightly. "Yeah, Crosshair, even I wouldn't forget something like that!" Hunter shot a reprimanding look at Crosshair while Echo stifled a chuckle. Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. "Alright, alright, maybe I underestimated your attention to detail big guy." Tech nodded, his expression returning to its usual composed demeanour. "It's essential to consider all variables and potential outcomes," he said matter-of-factly. “And yet you made a wrong calculation” Crosshair places a toothpick between his lips and leans back with crossed arms, now smirking at his brother. “Indeed, but no one is infallible.” Tech answers while reaching for his cup. “In- what?” Wrecker already finished looks confused towards Tech, as he only listened with half an ear by now. “He means everyone makes mistakes.” Echo states with a shrug.
As the conversation shifted to other topics, the camaraderie within the squad remained unchanged. The presence of Orion had woven a new thread into their lives, drawing them together in unexpected ways. Tech's unflinching dedication to his role as a father impressed them all, and they found themselves looking out for both father and son in their own unique ways. Crosshair's comment, though blunt, had brought a touch of levity to the situation. Tech's ability to take the statement in stride showcased his resilience and adaptability, even in the face of surprise and scrutiny. With each passing day, the bond between Tech, Orion, and the rest of the Bad Batch grew stronger, a testament to the unbreakable connections that could form amidst the chaos of war and the unexpected turns of life.
“Crosshair, could you watch Orion for a moment? I would like to take a shower.” Tech's request to Crosshair held a touch of urgency, a need for a brief respite as he took a shower, leaving Orion in the capable hands of his brother, as they were going from mission to mission. Crosshair's initial reluctance was evident, his expression a blend of mixed emotions that he would never openly admit. Tech's voice was appreciative as he handed Orion carefully over, making sure Crosshair holds him just right. "Thanks, Crosshair. And mind the head!" Crosshair's response was gruff, his tone dismissive. "Yeah, yeah, now go and hurry."
As Tech headed off for his shower, Crosshair found himself in a situation that was both unexpected and strangely endearing. Holding Orion in his arms, he watched as the baby's gaze fixated on his toothpick, a seemingly harmless yet fascinating object in his blue eyes. Crosshair's lips twitched in a rare smile as he lowered the toothpick, allowing Orion to try grasp at it. The baby's fingers clumsily reached out, and Crosshair found himself playing along, allowing Orion to explore the toothpick, but not helping him and keeping it between his teeth. “You are too stupid to grab that yet, your nerd of a father forced me to read a few things… you have to wait a few weeks till you are able to do that or even be able to hold things on your own.” Crosshair chuckles, even in his characteristic sarcastic tone. Not that he would ever admit to liking that little accident… never would he admit to it. Not in this lifetime or the next.
However, it wasn't long before Crosshair noticed a tell-tale sign, Orion needed a diaper change. He glanced at the door, his reluctance to call for Tech evident, but the needs of the baby taking precedence. "Tech!" Crosshair's voice was louder than he would have liked, a mixture of urgency and impatience. Tech's voice called from the refresher. "I'll be out in a minute, Crosshair." Crosshair's gaze returned to Orion, his expression a mix of determination and slight exasperation. The situation was far from what he was used to, but he found himself strangely invested in ensuring Orion's well-being. Even if he could throw up, and maybe compete with Orion’s spit ups.
As Tech emerged from the shower, Crosshair's voice was a mix of relief and an attempt at nonchalance. "Finally." Tech moved quickly, taking Orion from Crosshair's arms with a practiced ease. His fingers brushed against the back of Orion's diaper, confirming Crosshair's suspicion. Tech's voice held a hint of amusement as he looked at Crosshair. "Diaper change?" Crosshair's response was curt, his tone defensive. "Yeah, yeah, just hurry up." “So you want to hold him again?” Tech raises an eyebrow shifting Orion in his arms. “Keep the bastard” Crosshair huffs and turns away. One corner of Tech’s lips twitches up, the defiance of his brother clearly is put up to hide the genuine affection he has for his nephew. And in his statement of calling Orion a bastard, even if Tech would rather not hear it again, Crosshair is not wrong because he is not married to… Tech shakes slightly his head as he bring Orion to the refresher so he can change the diaper.
As Tech set about changing Orion, the squad's makeshift family dynamic was evident, a mixture of camaraderie, the willingness to step out of one's comfort zone, and the unspoken bonds that defined their relationships. The moments continued to unfold, each one contributing to the intricate tapestry of their journey… a journey shaped by loyalty, duty, and the unexpected moments of connection that brought them together. As the stars stretched on outside the window, the path ahead remained uncertain yet filled with the promise of shared experiences, challenges, and the unbreakable ties that bound Clone Force 99 together. While Crosshair, vows silently to himself he will now only hold Orion when he got a diaper change. The smell, and the feeling of them, it makes him shudder a bit in disgust. But little did Crosshair know, that this will not be the last disgusting encounter with Orion…
Chapter 6
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