Therapy Isn’t Enough I Need To Fist Fight Dave Filoni

I want to get off this ride now…

How do I say this? HOLY SHITAKI MUSHROOMS @monako-jinn-stories with another BANGER! That was perfection *chefs kiss*🤌

ALSOOO Let me tell y'all I have been waiting for the baby to be announced to Crosshair (Someone remind me how long ago She found out she was pregnant? at least like a few months). Still hasn't happened but Tech observing and realizing? absolutely crying. Also What the kriff Krell? me and the homies hate Krell. I am so glad I have re-found this story since being "AWOL".

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Chapter Twenty Eight (18+)

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Chapter Twenty Nine

It’s been a quiet, peaceful few days since you and Jawa Squad helped out the Bad Batch, and you’ve been lucky enough to be able to enjoy them with Crosshair. The war is at a bit of a stalemate currently, and everyone is taking the brief pause in fighting to be able to relax for a few days. 

Crosshair had suggested going to Dohbar, but you’d immediately turned down the idea. The excuse you gave him is that you had just come from there and didn’t want to go back so soon, and because you wanted to enjoy your time with him instead of getting dragged into royal duties, which wasn’t a complete lie. You also aren’t sure how to possibly explain the sudden appearance of a child to him, especially one that looks like him and one that he is unknowingly the father of. That’s also when you decided to start making a plan on how to tell him, because you knew it had to be soon. The tides of the war were shifting, and it felt like it was coming to an end sooner than you’d expected.

This morning you wake up to an empty bed beside you, and when you look around you notice a note left on your datapad from Crosshair. You briefly read the message that he’s been called to report back to the Marauder before getting up and starting your day.

A knock on your door interrupts you as you go to begin making breakfast, and you tell them to let themself in. A few moments later, Codo appears with plates full of what you can only imagine, and smell, are breakfast foods.

“Good morning, my child,” he says, setting the plates down on your table, “how would you like some freshly made breakfast from your favorite chef?”

“Oh, Ahni made this?” you joke, earning a huff and eye roll from your former master.

“Well, seeing as this clearly isn’t up to your standards,” he says, beginning to lift the plates up, but you quickly grab them and hold them down, earning a chuckle from him.

“You know I was joking, Codo,” you say, desperately trying to keep him from taking it all away.

“I know, my child. I just want to hear you say that I’m your favorite cook.”

“You’re my favorite former master, father figure, and cook,” you say, and he smiles at you before setting everything back down.

“And you are my favorite former Padawan, surrogate daughter, and Jedi.”

“Actually, that makes me wonder something,” you say, taking a bite before continuing, “you’ve never talked about whether or not you had a Padawan before me. So, did you?”

“I, like you, was not the biggest fan of the idea of taking on a Padawan. In fact, I had told the Council once that I would only take on a Padawan if I felt as though the particular individual would help me improve my own ways with the force and my own training as a Jedi.”

“And did I do that?” you ask, setting your drink down after taking a sip.

“You did that, and so much more, my child,” he says. “I wouldn’t be anywhere close to the Jedi that I am without you, nor anywhere close to the person that I am without you. You have done so much more than you realize to shape me into who I am, and I am more than grateful for everything you’ve done for me and taught me. You are the one person in this galaxy that I would do anything for. Although I’m sure you already know this, I want you to hear me say that you truly are my daughter, and I love you unconditionally. Taking and training you as my Padawan was the best decision I have ever made.” You don’t know how to respond, so you just get up and hug Codo. He chuckles and responds by wrapping his arms around you as well, and you relish in the comfort of each other for a few seconds before your comm starts to go off.

“General Jinn, you’re needed in the hangar immediately,” a voice calls over your comm link.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, not recognizing the voice.

“Ehh, not exactly, sir. Your assistance is required to, uh… cool things down.”

You look at Codo who seems just as oblivious to the situation as you are, so you shrug and tell him goodbye before leaving your room to head to the hangar.

When the doors of the elevator open, the sight in front of you makes your mouth gape for a second before you set your jaw stiff and plaster a serious look on your face.

“Clone Force 99,” you call as loudly and sternly as you can muster. All fighting stops and the clones look toward you. Your hands are folded over your chest and a warning glare sits in your eyes as the Batch meets your gaze.

“G-General Jinn,” one of the other clones says. He’s currently being held in a headlock by Crosshair, who glances up at you before tightening his hold.

“Let. Him. Go.”

“But Princess, you didn’t hear the things he was saying,” he responds smoothly, unfazed by your attitude.

“Would you believe me if I said, ‘I don’t care?’ Let. Him. Go. Now.” Crosshair rolls his eyes before releasing the clone, who starts to walk away before he gets the bright idea to try and take a swing at the sniper. Of course, Crosshair responds by catching his fist and violently twisting his arm. His hold on the clone didn’t last long, however, as you had made your way over to them. You shove your elbow in between Crosshair’s armor to loosen his grip while grabbing and pulling the clone away from him. 

“That is enough! All of you!” you say while you drag the clone away. After you get him a safe distance from Crosshair, you let go of his arm.

“S-sorry General Jinn,” the clone stammers out. You ignore his comment as you watch the rest of them separate from Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker. The Batch all move to stand together in what you assume was supposed to look like a menacing line, only it just makes you roll your eyes.

“General Jinn,” you hear another voice from behind you, this one being from someone you severely despise. It sends a wave of disgust through you, and you tense up at its sound. “Try keeping your men in line. It would help avoid situations like this.”

“Clone Force 99 are not my men, Krell.”

“Well, they certainly seem to have taken a liking towards you. You’re the only Jedi they will work with, let alone take orders from.” You clench your fists as you keep your back to him, not wanting to see his disgusting face.

“I’m well aware of that fact, but my men are the 17th. I do not take any responsibility for the actions of these men,” you respond, waving a hand towards the Batch. 

“Well, just so that you understand the situation from before you got here, CT-9904-“

“They have names!” you shout, suddenly spinning around to face the besalisk general behind you. He merely rolls his eyes at your outburst, acting as though it were a mere childish act. 

“They are no closer to being real men than you are to being a true royal. You do not have the bloodline, nor the marital connections to be a royal.” You bite back the retort you want to make, about how you’d rather give up your royal status than balance it with being a General and a mother, and how you never wished to be a royal and didn’t choose the royal life for yourself. “But this is why you are one of the weaker generals. You believe these things have purpose and life beyond this war. You think they have value,” Krell says as he shoves passed you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wrecker about to take a step forward to confront Krell, but you hold up a hand to stop him. 

“I believe that the opposite of those are the reason that you, Krell, are one of the weakest generals. You may have a high win count, but you also have the most casualties of any other general in the GAR. You have no care for anyone who dies, as long as you get the victory.”

“Because I am willing to do what is necessary to win. I wouldn’t say that makes me weak, I would argue the opposite, that it makes me strong.”

“A strong general would find a way to victory with the least amount of casualties possible,” you state. “Look, I don’t have time to argue with insolence.” You turn back to the Batch as they stand waiting. “Get on the ship,” you say as you shove Hunter and Tech aside. They give the other clones and Krell one last glaring look before following you onto the Havoc Marauder. Once inside, you stand in the door of the cockpit and pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“If you would have heard what the regs-“

“Enough!” You spin around to face the men behind you, and their reactions show that they’re startled at your outburst. “You can’t keep acting like that every time one of the ‘regs’ gets on your nerves. It’s bound to happen, and I wish it didn’t, I really do, but fighting them won’t stop it from happening. It’s only going to spur them on more because they know they can get a reaction from you. Besides, I’m almost certain that they aren’t always the ones to start the confrontations.”

“Are you taking their side?” Crosshair asks, offense and slight anger seeping into his tone.

“I’m not taking anyone’s side, Cross,” you clarify, “I’m pointing out that both you and the other clone are responsible for these situations, and that neither group is innocent.”

“We spent our entire lives dealing with them bullying us and making our lives miserable, it’s only fair that we get our revenge.”

“Hate only feeds hate and violence only feeds violence,” you counter. “Revenge does nothing but fuel the tensions.”

“That’s bold coming from someone who is a part of an institution that is currently feeding the ongoing galactic war,” Crosshair sneers.

“I did not choose to have the Jedi be a part of this war,” you say, anger beginning to grow inside of you, “nor do I want this war to keep going. But the best I can do is follow orders and lead troops into battle in hopes of a surrender or treaty.”

“So, you’re just another pawn like the rest of us? You’re not any better than us clones? You’re just a good soldier that follows orders?” Crosshair retorts, and you’re taken aback at his words.

“I’ve never claimed to be better than any of you,” you defend, “in fact, I’ve done quite the opposite. Did I not just now defend your lives and value to Krell? Did I not just state that you’re more than just weapons for our use?”

“And yet here you are, leading us into yet another battle.”

“Because I was ordered to!”

“Like a mindless pawn!”

You stop then, staring at him in disgust and confusion. You don’t understand why he picked this fight with you, but you aren’t going to put up with it any longer. “I will see you guys on the battlefield,” you say, turning to walk off of the ship. Crosshair bites down on his toothpick and storms off further into the ship while the others just look at each other in confusion before Hunter shrugs and Tech walks over to the cockpit. Wrecker watches after you until the ramp closes, and then he goes up to the gunner's nest to sit with Lula.

“I see that not even you can tame those wild creatures,” Krell says as you walk off the ship. Your reaction is instant, and you don’t even think about it, you just act. Your lightsaber fits perfectly in your palm as you ignite it and swing at the Besalisk. He barely pulls out his own saber in time to deflect your attack. Rage fills your eyes, and you can see the hatred in his. “You are but the continuation of fools that you come from,” Krell states. “Your father was a fool and your master an embarrassment to the Jedi.”

His comments only fuel your rage, and you swing harder as you advance on him with attacks. You don’t respond, either, only thinking enough to decide how to try and catch him off guard. The sounds of your sabers clashing echo around the hangar, and you’re surprised that no one is trying to stop the fight.

“You are the greatest shame to the Jedi Order since your father. Not even Skywalker is as pathetic as you.”

“You think your words have some sort of effect on me,” you retort, leaning over your clashing blades to spit the words in his face. “You’re wrong.”

“Oh, but they do,” he says, letting out a grunt as he shoves you back. The force he uses sends you smashing into the side of the Havoc Marauder, which Tech had just begun to fly.

“What was that?” Hunter says, looking out of the viewport. “Something hit the side of the ship.”

“I’m not sure. Perhaps in her anger, y/n threw something against it. Or perhaps one of the other clones did.”

“Uh, guys,” Wrecker says, jumping down from the gunner’s nest, “Krell and y/n are dueling.”

“What?” Crosshair says, shoving Hunter aside to look out the viewport. “Turn the ship around.”

Tech doesn’t reply, but he does as Crosshair says. As he turns, they all see you pushing yourself back up after you fell to the ground. Krell is spinning his blades as he slowly approaches, and once up, you let out a frustrated groan while beginning to run towards him. You jump in the air and kick Krell in the face as you flip over him, landing and immediately spinning your saber around to try and slice one of his arms. You make contact, but it doesn’t have the effect you had wanted. Ideally, you would have cut his arm off, but this is just a surface wound. 

“Daawa should have left you on that rotten planet instead of wasting his time training you. You’re barely even fit to be a ruler, let alone a Jedi.”

“You know nothing of my abilities of being a ruler, or my abilities of being a Jedi.”

“Oh, I know more than you think,” he retorts, spinning around and smacking you down with his arm. 

“That bastard,” Crosshair says, immediately turning and heading to open the boarding ramp.

“Crosshair, be smart about this,” Hunter warns.

“Be smart about this? He’s trying to kill y/n!”

“If you’re going to shoot him, set your blaster to stun. The last thing y/n needs is for you to save her and then be decommissioned for killing a Jedi.” Crosshair sets his jaw, snorting angrily through his nose before looking outside. He kneels down and takes aim, hitting the Besalisk in his shoulder just as he swings down at you. His lightsaber drops to the ground and you manage to kick it away before righting yourself on your feet. Both you and Krell’s gazes turn to the ship, where Crosshair jumps down before slowly taking a few steps.

“Hurt her, and the next one will go right between your eyes,” he sneers, and even though his helmet is on, you can feel the intensity of his gaze. 

“Well, I guess you do mean something to them after all. Too bad he can’t save your life,” Krell says before force choking both you and Crosshair at the same time. You fall to your knees as you try to breathe, but your throat feels as though there is an iron grip on it. You look up as Crosshair struggles, but somehow he manages to raise his rifle up and shoots without aiming. It hits Krell in the side, and another one follows, hitting higher on his chest. Krell’s force choke loosens, and you reach to grab your lightsaber as Crosshair shoots his knees. The Besalisk falls forward, his grip falling away as he catches himself on the ground. Crosshair stands from where he had been kneeling and walks over to you, still keeping his blaster aimed at the other Jedi.

“How badly are you hurt?”

“Not too bad,” you respond.

“Get on the ship, Tech has already commed the Council. They should be here in a minute.”

“But Cross, the Council needs to hear from us both, otherwise they might lock you up before hearing your case. I can make sure that they let you go free as long as you agree to tell them your side of the story.” Crosshair turns to look at you, and after a few seconds he removes his helmet to let you see his gaze.

“My cyar’ika,” he says quietly, “I’m sorry. For arguing with you. It wasn’t right, and I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“I appreciate it, Cross, but is now really the best time to be apologizing?”

“Is there ever really a best time for anything?” he counters, and you roll your eyes while the side of your lips quirk up in a partial smile. “I love you, ner cyar’ika.” He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, the kiss being tender and sweet. You sigh into it, forgetting where you are and what just happened, and feeling the love swirling in the Force between the two of you. When you pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours and uses his free hand to gently brush your cheek. “Why do you put up with me?”

“Because I love you,” you respond, pulling away to look in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something else, but your moment is interrupted by a few members of the Council entering the hangar.

“Masters Krell and Jinn,” Ki-Adi-Mundi says, “we received a comm from a clone trooper about a duel happening?”

“Yes,” Krell says, standing and turning to them. Their eyes widen slightly as they all see his wounds, and you go to step forward, but Crosshair holds you back. “Master Jinn here attacked me after exiting the ship behind us.”

“It appears that this clone trooper has attacked you as well,” Luminara states.

“He was only protecting me after Krell began to force-choke us both,” you say, finally moving past Crosshair. He remains directly behind you, though, not letting you out of his reach.

“Krell was going to attempt to kill her, and I was prepared to do anything in my ability to stop him from doing so.”

“That is quite the accusation,” Obi-Wan says, “do you have any proof?”

“I was recording the interaction through my helmet,” Crosshair states, “I can play you the video and audio of him attempting to kill her.”

“What? Impossible! I did no such thing! I was merely defending myself after she attacked me!” Krell says, fury boiling in his eyes. Crosshair steps in front of you again, his grip tightening on his blaster.

“Cross, not in front of them,” you plead quietly, and he merely huffs before settling on glaring at the Besalisk.

“I believe we shall hear both sides and review the footage that Crosshair has,” Mace says, “although I think we should wait, as Clone Force 99 has been assigned to an important mission that they have not left for yet, and time is running thin.”

“I agree,” Obi-Wan says, and Luminara nods.

“Thank you,” you say, and gently grab Crosshair’s arm and lead him back to the ship. Once on board, you head to the bunks, and sit down on Crosshair’s as he paces the room.

“I shouldn’t have let you take any of the blame,” he says, shaking his head. “With the footage I have, there was no proof that you ever attacked first. I could have told them that-”

“Lying wouldn’t have done any good,” you say, shaking your head, “besides, if they caught you lying, then who knows what kind of punishment you might receive.”

“It would have been worth it if it meant keeping you safe.”

“But what if I would have lost you? Would you want to put me through that pain?” Crosshair pauses, turning to look at you before he sighs and walks over. He lays on the bed behind you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay down with him.

“No, I wouldn’t want you to go through that pain,” he says, burying his face in your neck. You smile softly to yourself, a hand going up to finger through his hair. His warm breath fans over your skin, sending small shivers down your spine at the warmth. Something tells you that he’s been very tired recently. His body feels heavier than normal, and he almost instantly falls asleep. You just hope that the flight is long enough for him to get some good rest.

“That plan is ridiculous.”

“It’s the best we got.”

“That’s barely even a plan!”

“We normally don’t have any sort of plan, we just improvise on the spot.”

“He’s right. This is better than nothing.”

“Of all the people I know, you should be the best at making plans, and not…whatever this is.”

“As Wrecker said, we normally just improvise. And as Hunter said, it is better than nothing.”

“How you guys have survived this long is beyond me,” you say, shaking your head. “How do you even expect to get into the Separatist base if you don’t clear these droids?”

“You’re thinking too deep about this, Princess,” Crosshair says, leaving his position leaning against the wall to join the group. “I’ll be stationed here in case any droids need to be compromised. Tech’s little grenade should deactivate the droids, so we won’t need to destroy them. Besides, if we make too much of a ruckus, we’ll be discovered, and that will just make things harder.”

“This is a simple data retrieval mission, it is highly unlikely that something will go wrong,” Tech adds.

“Well now that you said it,” you mumble before sighing, “alright, if you’re sure this is all we need.”

“We are. And in any case, we have back-up plans for if something goes wrong,” Hunter says. You just nod your head and look out the viewport, watching as Tech leaves hyperspace and flies into the planet’s atmosphere. As Tech lands in a covering of trees, you head to the back to make sure you’re ready, not that you carried much, though. You did take a few grenades for yourself, just in case you somehow couldn’t use your lightsaber and were trapped by droids.

You feel a pair of eyes watching you as you prepare yourself, and ignore them until a pair of arms wraps around you. 

“What do you think we should do when we get back to Coruscant?” Crosshair asks, his lips lightly touching the skin of your neck. 

“I’m not sure, depends on how much you stink,” you tease, and he nips you slightly in response. “In all honesty, I think I should probably have a night alone. The Council might be suspicious, especially after you were…close to me today.”

“Hmm, if you insist,” he says, kissing your cheek before going to his bunk and slipping his armor on.

“You’ve been awfully touchy and kissy lately,” you comment as he grabs his rifle and holds it up to check the sight.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks as he adjusts some things.

“No,” you reply, “it’s nice, actually. I like when you kiss and touch me.”

“In what ways?” he asks, flashing you a smirk.

“In whatever ways you like,” you tease back, and he huffs before sticking a toothpick in his mouth. He then slips his helmet on as the others come out of the cockpit, gearing up as well.

“Alright, let’s move,” Hunter says after a few minutes, and you all head out together. You walk silently for a while before Hunter gives Crosshair a hand signal to break off. He does so silently, slipping away from your side almost unnoticeably. 

Hunter and Wrecker stop at the edge of the trees, and after looking around to make sure the path is clear, you and Tech make your way over to the building. It’s a singular structure in a far off outer rim system, but the Republic had reliable information that valuable data is being stored here, so they sent you out with the Batch to retrieve it. They didn’t want to stir up unwanted attention, so they only sent a small group to handle it. Hopefully that’s all you’ll need, because you didn’t want to imagine facing a full force of droids with only five people. The Batch is capable, but you tend to prefer when the odds are in your favor.

“You almost in?” you ask Tech as he works on bypassing the security.

“I think so. However this is much more complicated and secure than their normal security, so it is taking a bit longer.”

“I hear droids coming.”

“Use one of the grenades to deactivate them,” he says, reaching to give you one. You take it and wait, letting the droids get closer before you throw it. As soon as it lands, an electric field spreads over the droids and they fall still, as if they powered down. “Good, now hurry,” Tech says as the door opens. You quickly follow him inside, and he checks both ways to make sure it’s clear before beginning to make his way around.

“Did you memorize the layout of the building?” you ask quietly, peering around the corner to check for droids.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. It was quite simple, each level is set up exactly as the first, so there is really no room for confusion.” You manage climb a few levels, each being exactly the same as Tech said, before you run into your first problem.

“Huh, I thought that this hallway led somewhere else,” a droid says from somewhere nearby.

“You idiot, they all are the same.”

“I swear this one was different!”

“You need your circuits rewired,” the other says, and they step out in front of you and Tech. You quickly cut them with your saber, trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

“I thought we were trying to be quiet?” Tech asks you, giving you a look.

“Well what the kriff else did you want me to do?”

“Use another deactivation grenade,” he responds in a condescending tone.

“Well I’ll do that next time,” you say, “now get going, nerd bucket.”

“Nerd bucket?” he questions, but you just roll your eyes and shove him forward, trying to get him to move quicker. He huffs before continuing on, climbing the stairs to yet another level. As you climb, an alarm starts to go off.

“Kriffing hells,” you mutter.

“That is most likely in response to the droids that you destroyed with your lightsaber.”

“Any more comments you’d like to make, Captain Obvious?”

“No, not at the moment,” Tech retorts before diverting from the usual path. He heads to a door, and quickly unlocks it. Inside, a group of droids is working and a tactical droid is watching over them.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be here,” one of the battle droids says before you look at Tech.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask.

“I am waiting for you to start destroying them.”

“Are we not disabling them this time?”

“Just get your lightsaber out and take care of them while I work on the retrieval,” he says before firing his blasters at the tactical droid. You huff before taking out the other droids, clearing the room quickly. “Now, keep a watch at the entrance. Others will likely come here to check on the commotion, and I need to focus on this.”

“Sir, yes sir,” you respond mockingly, turning to stand guard at the door. 

“Is everything alright in there? Things are getting a bit more busy out here,” Hunter says over the comms.

“Yeah…we ran into a little situation, but we’re fine.”

“Y/n decided to use her lightsaber to take out a couple droids, and then a security alarm was set off. We also just broke into the room where the data is being stored and had to destroy some more droids, again with her lightsaber.”

“Can you maybe not talk as if you’re blaming this on me?” you shoot back, looking over your shoulder to glare at him briefly. 

“Let’s go,” he responds while ignoring your comment, pulling his datastick out and putting it in his pocket. You head out of the room, destroying some droids that had just reached you, before heading to the stairs to go back down. 

“I have a better idea than going down the stairs and through all these droids,” you say, and he stops and raises a brow at you.

“Enlighten me, please.”

“Just go out a window,” you say, and he thinks about it for a moment before shrugging.

“There should be one in this room over here,” he says, leading you to an unlocked room. You head over to the window and ignite your saber, cutting through the transparisteel to make an escape. You hear Tech firing his blasters non-stop, and you can only imagine what it’ll be like when you get outside.

“They’re cutting a way out!” you hear one of the droids shout into a comm, “prepare the base! We can’t let them get away with the data!”

“Good job,” Tech says, “now instead of us fighting them all on our way out, they’ll shoot us as we jump down.”

“What is with you today?” you counter, kicking the window out. “You’re being very moody.”

“I had a perfectly good plan that was compromised because you did not follow it.”

“Oh for the love of the Maker,” you say before reaching back and grabbing Tech with the force, flinging him out the window and jumping out after. You drop him to the ground and barely catch yourself in time, but you’re completely surrounded by droids when you land. Almost immediately, blaster fire fills the air, both from the droids and from the Batch. 

“Wrecker has placed some bombs on the ground, I’m back on the ship and preparing to fly closer for a quick exit. Everyone, be ready to duck and run when we give the signals,” Hunter says. You don’t acknowledge his words, instead focusing on the enemy that surrounds you. 

“Y/n, Tech, draw the droids back over this way, that’s where the bombs are,” Wrecker says, and you find him and begin trying to make your way over to him. Droids around you are shot down, no doubt by Crosshair’s rifle. You keep Tech in your sight, making sure he’s not in any trouble. “Alright, if you guys could get out of there, that would be great! The droids are in the perfect position to be blown to bits.”

“Tech, I’m going to throw you again,” you say, and he turns and fires towards the ground as you lift him up and throw him out of the mass of metal. You then jump forward, landing just outside the circle. Wrecker and Tech are already running towards the ship, and you’re the only one still close to the droids. You don’t care, though. As long as Wrecker’s explosives work, you’ll be fine.

Wrecker shouts a warning to duck as he hits the button, and you do as he says, trying to shield yourself from the debris of droids blown to pieces. A distant and brief stinging pain sears through your leg, freezing your body for a second before it goes numb. You think nothing of it, assuming it’s just a blaster shot or small surface wound from a piece of metal flying past. It’s not until you straighten back up and begin to start running to the ship that you realize what it is. 

A shrill scream leaves you as you fall over, barely catching yourself as you lurch forward. You might as well have just let yourself faceplant because your hands sprawl out in the mud beneath you, causing your face to get covered anyway. You roll yourself over and look at your leg, now throbbing in immense pain. You feel the blood drain from your face as you stare at a thick stick of metal protruding from your thigh and the blood that surrounds it. You reach out and grab it, thinking that you could just pull it out yourself, but the pain from even just slightly moving it pulls another scream of pain from you.

“Y/n, where are you? You’re supposed to be back on the ship by now!” Hunter asks over the comms.

“I need someone to come get me,” you say, your voice trembling with pain, “I can’t walk.”

“I’m coming, cyar’ika,” Crosshair responds immediately, and you turn yourself to face towards the ship, hoping he can find you amidst the mud. You see him looking around, trying to find you, and you wave an arm and call out to him. His head instantly snaps to face the direction of your call and you see his body go rigid when his eyes find you, but he only freezes for a fraction of a second before he’s sprinting towards you. “Oh my, cyar’ika what happened to you?” The sentence isn’t a question, it’s a distraught comment from him as he takes in your appearance.

“I can’t pull it out myself, it hurts too much,” you explain.

“I won’t try it either. You’re too muddy and we don’t want it to get infected. I’ll carry you back to the ship and Tech can take care of it.” You nod, and he bends down to gently snake one arm under your legs and the other around your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face against his armor, trying to hide the winces of pain that you feel with every running step he takes back to the ship. “Tech!” he yells as soon as he gets inside. His brother is immediately at his side, his eyes widening under his goggles as he takes in your appearance.

“Help her clean off in the refresher and I’ll set the course for the ship. Once done, we will meet back in the bunk area and I will remove the protruding object.”

“What about her clothes? I won’t be able to take her pants off with this stuck in her.”

“Cut them off, preferably both above and below the wound. We don’t want anything getting in the way. We can cover her modesty with a towel as I work.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of that,” Crosshair mumbles before you snap at the both of them.

“I’m not the biggest fan of a piece of metal stuck in my leg, so stop karking talking and help me!” Both of them exchange a brief glance before Crosshair carries you to the refresher and Tech goes to the cockpit. Hunter sets his vibroblade on the counter before Crosshair closes the door.

“I’ve never done this before, so I apologize if it hurts-”

“This karking piece of metal hurts!” you yell, glaring at him as though he’s crazy. He opens his mouth to retort but quickly snaps it shut, knowing that you’re only acting this way because of the pain you’re in, and it’s not the time for him to snap back. You let out small hisses of pain as the fabric of your pants slightly moves against the metal, making it move slightly back and forth with his cutting motions. Once the bottom of the pant leg is off, he carefully lifts your leg to cut at the top. He doesn’t go all the way up, leaving a small bit to cover you and to keep the waistband intact so that the other pant leg stays up. 

“Okay, I’m going to move you to the sanisteam to clean off the mud and blood.”

“Just hurry up,” you say, knowing that this will likely be the second most painful part of the process. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before setting you down and turning on the water. You squeeze your eyes shut and tightly grip his shoulder as he lathers soap over your leg. Water, soap, blood, and mud mix in the tub around you, and you pray to the Maker that this ends soon. Crosshair works quickly and carefully, seeing the utter pain etched on your face.

“Alright, I’m going to take you back out now,” he says, snaking his arms under you once again and carrying you to his bunk. “Tech!”

“Coming!” he responds, running out of the cockpit. He kneels down, examining the situation. “This is a very deep wound, you will likely need to take an extended leave in order for it to heal properly.”

“I don’t care about that right now, just get this karking piece of metal out of my leg!” you yell, gritting your teeth to fight the pain. He nods before reaching out and hesitating, looking at you again.

“This might hurt-“

“Tech!” you yell, looking at him with a harsh stare, “I’m already in pain!”

“Right,” he says before he grabs the top of the metal stick. “I suggest you bite something to fight the pain and urge to scream,” he says.

“For the love of the Maker!” you yell, grabbing Crosshair’s rifle and biting down on the barrel. Crosshair might have found the sight of his blaster in your mouth arousing in another situation, but not while you’re screaming in pain and bleeding.

“Do you want me to count?” Tech asks.

“Just do it already!” 

With that, you feel a horrible pain as he yanks it from your leg, causing you to scream as you bite down onto the blaster. Tech quickly begins cleaning your wound, which only makes it feel worse. Tears stream down your face as your jaw tries to clench. You suck in a breath through your teeth, the sound a violent hiss coming from you.

“This should help with the pain and healing,” he says before he jabs a needle into your leg next to the wound. After that, he quickly wraps your leg tightly to help stop the bleeding. When he’s finished, you sit up and let out a deep breath. Taking his blaster back, Crosshair notices small teeth shaped indents where you had bitten down.

“I think we should be getting you back to the Jedi temple,” Hunter says from the doorway. 

“I’m fine,” you respond, swinging your legs over to the side of the bed. You put your feet on the ground, but when you put pressure on your leg, you nearly fall over as pain shoots through your body. Crosshair is by your side instantly, holding you up as you hiss in pain. 

“Sit, cyar’ika. You’re in no condition to stand, let alone fight,” he says while helping you back down. 

“Besides, I successfully retrieved the data we were intended to bring back, so there is no reason to continue fighting,” Tech adds. “Clearing the planet of the Separatist forces was not our objective.”

“Fine,” you say, letting the weight of the wound hit you. You feel tired, adrenaline already draining and leaving you exhausted. 

“I would prefer if you remained awake, due to the amount of blood you could have lost,” Tech says, “however, we can route the ship to the nearest medical station if you’d like to rest a little.”

“Just take me wherever you think is best,” you respond before unconsciousness takes over.

When you wake up, you’re in the all too familiar medical center on Coruscant. On one side of the room is the Batch, and on the other side is Jawa Squad.

“Mesh’la,” Sans says when he notices you’re awake, and he stands up, but Crosshair is at your side quicker. He shoots Sans a look before he focuses on you.

“Tech told you to stay awake, Princess,” he jokes, softly kissing your forehead before he kisses your nose. “You did quite the opposite.”

“Thank the Maker that I didn’t lose too much blood, then,” you reply. “How long was I out?”

“The whole trip back, plus two hours,” Hunter says. “Had us all pretty worried.”

“I put Lula by your side in case you woke up and we were asleep,” Wrecker adds.

“Thanks for helping me out, Tech,” you say, “and thank you for saving me, Crosshair.”

“You’re welcome,” Tech replies.

“Anything to ensure your safety, cyar’ika,” Crosshair says, giving you a soft kiss before straightening up. “Unfortunately, we have to report back to Kamino. Holo me when you can,” he says, and you nod before watching the Batch leave.

“So, we heard about your little…interaction with General Krell,” Steele says.

“It was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done,” Hex states, “but thank you. Standing up to him for one of us is standing up for all of us. It’s too bad you couldn’t have killed him.”

“That woulda gotten her thrown into jail,” Tie counters, “but you did cut his arm up nicely. Well done, y/n.”

“Thanks,” you say, sitting up before being gently pushed back down by Aid.

“Don’t even try me, y/n,” he warns. “You’re not going to be going anywhere for at least a few days. Your leg needs to heal and your body needs to produce more blood. Also, the Council still needs to hear your case, and I highly doubt they won’t take advantage of your state, and will probably decide to take your case while you’re unable to make excuses as to why you can’t.”

“Okay okay, I’ll stay here,” you say, and then you notice Lula at your side. “Kriff, can someone go run and give this to Wrecker for me since I can’t?”

“He’ll be fine. Besides, I think he’d rather you have it for company when we’re not here,” Sans says. “Speaking of which, we actually need to head out. We have some training to do early tomorrow.”

“Alright, thanks for staying with me and waiting for me to wake up,” you say.

“Of course, we’ll always take care of you, mesh’la,” Sans says, taking your hand and kissing the top of it before he leaves with the others. You sigh, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes. You’re not tired anymore, but there’s nothing to do and no one to talk to. Or so you thought.

“Would you care to explain why I was informed that my former padawan was attempting to kill another Jedi?” Codo says as he walks in, and you pretend to be asleep and not hear him. “I know you’re awake, Sans and the rest of Jawa Squad only just left your room.”

“He was insulting the clones,” you say, opening your eyes and shrugging. “I was defending them.”

“Not by taking his life, you weren’t,” he counters.

“Listen, he’ll never stop unless someone does some damage. We can’t convince him any other way.”

“Do you intend to hurt and kill everyone in the galaxy who does not see the clones as having valuable lives?”

“If I have the time, yes.”

“I’m being serious, y/n.”

“And I am too,” you say. “Why shouldn’t we fight for them?”

“I’m not saying that, but I’m saying that violence is not the answer.”

“For some people, it is,” you counter. “They won’t listen any other way.”

“Then you need to accept that their opinions are different from your own.”

“I shouldn’t have to if they’re harmful. If someone said insulting things about Mon Calamari, I would do the same thing and defend them in all possible ways.”

“I know that you think such negative opinions are wrong, and they are, but sadly it’s the way of the universe. There will unfortunately always be people who think another group is inferior.”

“It’s disgusting. We’re all sentient beings, none of us are inherently worse or better than others. No matter what we look like, where we come from, what we believe, what we speak, or what we do. I wish everyone would just understand that.”

“I know, my child. I wish that they would too.”

“Is the Council going to question me while I’m here?”

“Not today, but probably tomorrow or the day after,” Codo confirms, and you sigh. “I can help you prepare your statement if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you say, and he nods. “Can we work on it now?”

“Sure, as long as you’re not tired,” he says, and you smile at him and push yourself up slightly, but a ping immediately goes off when you do. 

“Don’t you dare move another inch,” Aid suddenly warns over the comms.

“Did you put a motion sensor on my bed?”

“Yes, because I know you, y/n.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’d argue that you’re the insane one.”

“I just want to sit up a bit more so that me and Codo can work on my statement for the Council.”

“Fine, just don’t stay up for more than an hour at a time, understand?”

“Yes, I understand, Aid.”

“Codo, keep a watch on her for me.”

“Of course, Aid,” he says before the comm ends and you guys get to work.

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NOOO! As a retired band kid, Crosshair plays marching quads (Because he Is cool like that) or marching Mello (Because honestly he's just a king like that, he can play multiple instruments). Hunter defiantly is a trumpet player. You know the trumpet players that is the band directors favorite and always gets the solos and always practicing the screamer notes, He may be the band directors favorite, but everyone else thinks he is annoying.

Calling all Bad Batch/Clone Wars/Rebels fans who are into their orchestral music: in a Mordern AU where the characters played orchestral instruments, what instruments would they play? I’m intrigued. 😂😂😂

I'm dying that is the best one by far

i got gay daddy too 😂

Y'all I am so sorry I have been so not here. Ever since I posted that post after the last The Bad Batch episode saying I felt sick after that ep. I still don't feel great I probably won't be back regularly for a few more days (I will be back for a little bit after watching this weeks episode if I feel relatively ok). much love, xo

look sorrynotsorry but Tech and Phee? I am here for it. Give that woman a nerd man who isn't afraid or unwilling to kill anything that threatens her and can fix her computer/ship/speeder at the drop of a hat.

Maybe that's why he was putting his helmet on? my poor baby

Look at Crosshair's face in each one of these

Is it just me, or does he look like he's on the verge of crying here?

(maybe it's just me, but please tell if you see it too)

🥺🥺🥺

I can't do this y'all

@ilovethosebrowneyes9904

@oldmanwithashield

@smolbendyhorn

@echos-girlfriend

This is one of the many reasons why you are the best.

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS PIC OF TECH I FOUND

OH NO I HOPE REPUTATION (Taylor's Version) DOESN"T COME OUT SOON SO SCARYY

Me chilling being a Crosshair AND Hunter Simp. those two are some handsome men. Like please, Captain save a ho3, come and save me!

i think its very ironic how most (not all) but most of hunter girlies have this enemy complex with crosshair girlies.

like when season 1 was airing, and we were torn up because cross didnt get much screen time, the hunter girlies were like “yess!! hahah suffer!!! hope he dies teehee. he deserves no screentime!!!”

and now hunter hasnt been seen for the last 2 episodes, and suddenly theyre like “please pray for us :( god bless. we have not seen our man in so long :( so sad rn.”