The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Wanted

Context: Not rly following any canon plot but somewhere in S2 era. Crosshair also came to his senses and left with the batch after the fall of Kamino :)

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     The Havoc Marauder hummed loudly in the silence of hyperspace; however, the inside of the ship was an entirely different story. Omega sat tucked away in the gunner's nest clutching Lula to her chest as she stared out the window at the passing blue and white lights. She had been trying to sleep, but the voices of her brothers biting at each other's every opinion rang throughout the hold of the ship. Annoyed, the girl pushed herself up from her comfortable mat and stormed down the ladder, officially entering the war zone.

"I told you not to touch my rifle, Wrecker!" Crosshair snarled, shoving the head of his beloved weapon right in Wrecker's face while his other hand pointed at the bunk he had placed it on.

"I didn't touch it!" Wrecker combated. "I just moved it!"

"That's touching it!"

"Stow it! Both of you!" Hunter bellowed from the co-pilot's seat, a palm pressed firmly against the center of his head. All the noise was starting to get to him, forming a migraine from the constant shouting.

"All I'm saying is, we do not have enough fuel to reach Ord Mantell. If we continue straight there without landing, we will fall out of hyperspace," Tech stated. "If Echo had fixed the issue as I had requested, this would not have been a problem."

Echo perked up from the back of the ship. "Oh, so this is my fault?" The ARC left the star charts he was studying, marching right up to the front of the ship to confront the pilot.

"Well—"

"Don't start this up again, Tech," Hunter pleaded with an exhausted glare in his eyes; of course, he knew his words fell upon deaf ears as the technician ignored his plea without a second thought.

Echo fought back, his scomp waving in the air as he yelled at Tech.

Omega walked into the cockpit, wiping at the heavy sleepiness in her eyes. She stumbled over to the leader of the squad.

"What's with all the yelling?" she asked, a hint of irritation coated her words.

"To be honest, kid, I couldn't even tell you." The tired sergeant tried to joke, but Omega could tell he was out of it. Immediately, she felt bad for taking her own frustration out on him.

Hunter was always the one to keep everyone in check. If it weren't for him, the whole squad would be a mess. Sometimes though, it got a little too chaotic– even for him.

"I heard Tech say we have to land? Why?"

Hunter shook his head. "Technical difficulties. We're still pretty far out from Ord Mantell."

Omega was suddenly more awake now. "So, we can go exploring then?" A small smile crept onto her lips turning into a mischievous grin.

Hunter ruffled her hair, chuckling. "We're stopping because we need fuel and for Tech to check the malfunction, but I guess while he's doing that we could walk around the city."

"Yes!" Omega cheered just as the ship pulled out of hyperspace and jerked to the left with one harsh movement, sending Omega right into Hunter's body as he slammed into the dashboard.

"Hey!" Wrecker squawked as he tumbled over from the sudden turn, promptly landing on the already agitated sniper.

"You did that on purpose, Tech!" Crosshair growled from the floor as he tried to move the brute.