I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO FAR!!!! I need A LOT of Crosshair and Omega interactions in this pretty pretty please!!!! You are the best for tagging me too!!! READ HER WORK ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A CROSSHAIR AND OMEGA FAN TOO!!!! I’m also super happy it’s not a OC or OC romantic interest fic too…those make me not want to read as much…takes away from their awesome and fantastic dynamic!
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Chapter 1
A/N: Broken is a TBB Modern AU story I've come up with. Big kudos and shoutout goes to @chaoticvampirejedi for all the encouragement she's given me to work on this, and all the excitement she's showed whenever I told her about it. I hope this lives up to your expectations, Vamp!
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So this is a Crosshair x OC story, and this all stemmed from a thought I had about what the boys would do for a living if they were in the modern world. I hope you all enjoy this!
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“You ready to go, Sarge?” A baby-faced private asked as he poked his head in Hunter’s tent.
“Yeah, yeah, trooper. I’ll be out in 5,” Hunter answered, tucking his last belonging in his bag. The soldier nodded before ducking out.
“You better hurry up, Sergeant,” Crosshair drawled from where he sat on Hunter’s cot, a toothpick rolling around between his teeth. “Sounds like the kid’s getting impatient.”
Hunter glanced at his brother over his shoulder. “Watch the tone, Cross, or I’m liable to report you for giving attitude to your superior,” he said with a smirk.
Crosshair shrugged, mischief playing in his dark eyes. “A report like that wouldn’t mean much coming from someone who’s not my superior officer anymore…” He pulled out his toothpick and flicked it at Hunter. “Now would it?”
A chuckle escaped the sergeant. He shook his head, muttering, “Oh, Cross, I’m gonna miss you.” He slung his bag over his shoulder as the two of them sauntered outside. They were greeted by the baking Afghani sun and a soft breeze that blew dust around their ankles.
“Don’t worry. You’ll have the pleasure of my company again in two weeks.”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “I can hardly wait.”
Ahead of them, the private was waiting in a jeep, and an older soldier wearing a captain’s insignia leaned against the vehicle. “You all set, Sergeant?” the captain asked.
Hunter nodded. “Yes, sir, Captain Howzer.” He tossed his bag in the back of the jeep. “Ready and itching to get home.”
Howzer chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Army life gets a little tiring after a while, doesn’t it?”
“Actually, sir, I’m just excited to see my kid sister. There ARE some things I’ll miss about the army.”
“Well, the army’ll miss you, Hunter, take my word for it.” Howzer held out his hand, which Hunter heartily shook. “You’re a good soldier and you and your boys have been very successful. If you ever decide to sign on again, I’d be honored to fight by your side.”
“Thank you, Captain.” Hunter offered him a friendly smile. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me and my squad. And if I may speak freely, I feel better knowing they’re going to your command.”
“I’ll do my best by ‘em, Hunter. I promise.”
The men saluted each other. In the jeep, the private asked, “Well, Sarge? To the airfield?”
“One sec, kid.” Hunter turned to Crosshair. “Now, Cross, don’t cause any trouble for the captain, ‘kay? You’re only here till the end of the month, so go easy on him.”
A playful, crooked grin flashed across the sniper's face. “You know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He saluted his sergeant, but Hunter just rolled his eyes and pulled him in for a hug. Considering the circumstances, Cross decided not to protest the gesture. He squeezed his brother tight, and they patted each other on the back.
“I’ll miss you, Cross,” Hunter whispered.
Crosshair sighed. “I’ll miss you, too, Hunter.”
Hunter pulled away, holding him at arms’ length. “And seriously, try to stay out of trouble.”
“I will, Hunter. Don’t worry.”
One more hug and Hunter hopped in the jeep.
“Hey, Hunt?” Crosshair called over the start of the engine.
“Yeah?”
“Tell the others ‘hi’ for me, will ya?”
“You got it.”
“And…” His gaze fell to the ground before he lifted it back to Hunter. “Give Omega a hug for me… Please.”
A look of shock was quickly replaced by one of the softest smiles Crosshair had ever seen on his brother’s tattooed face. “I will, Cross. But I’d still better see YOU give her a hug when you join us, okay?”
“Don’t worry. Tell her I’ll give her one personally in two weeks.”
Hunter nodded as the jeep moved forward. “I will, brother. See ya soon!” He waved over his shoulder, the vehicle kicking up a trail of dust as it drove off towards the airfield.
Cross waved until the jeep disappeared over the crest of a hill. Howzer rested a hand on his shoulder. “You alright, Crosshair?”
The sniper nodded, pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and sticking it between his teeth. “Yes, sir. I’m alright.”
Only two more weeks…
Yoooooo it’s here!!!! Enjoy this chip fic between Crosshair and Omega (who are going to need some uncle niece interactions, Dave.) No TWs really, besides mention of blood and a significant cut? Enjoy 💕 (also, I made up all of the CT numbers besides Crosshair’s. If we get any canon confirmed, I’ll edit it.)
CT-9904 opened his eyes, the back of his head throbbing. He glanced around.
It was a fairly small room, with a bunk and a chair. He had one restraint on his middle, holding him to another chair in the center of the room. Pathetic. He could break that in a split second.
His attention was drawn to muffled shouting coming from across the ship. His brain automatically identified the voices.
“We have to help him!” CT-9902. Nickname: Wrecker. Traitor of the Empire.
“We know, Wrecker,” CT-1409. Nickname: Echo. Traitor of the Empire.
“We don’t have the supplies necessary for the surgery just yet. We’ll have to make a supply run,” CT-9903. Nickname: Tech. Traitor of the Empire.
“Then we make a stop at the nearest planet. We’ll have to keep Omega on the ship with one of us since that bounty hunter’s after her,” CT-9901. Nickname: Hunter. Traitor of the Empire.
Omega was a name he was not familiar with. At least, he didn’t think he was. There was something in the back of his mind that was pressing forward with each voice, but he passed it off as residual pain from being knocked out. After all,
What else could it be?
Small footsteps caught his attention. They were too light to be any of the traitors. Perhaps an animal?
The door opened with a hiss, and CT-9904 startled when he was greeted with a child.
She glanced both ways before stepping inside, carrying a glass of water. “Hello,” she said, giving him a small wave.
“What do you want?” he hissed, trying to intimidate her. She shrugged.
“Just came to check up on you. I brought you some water if you want it.”
He glared. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
“If we were trying to kill you, we would have done so on the battlefield.”
We…
“You’re one of the traitors.”
Her eyes widened a millimeter before she shrugged again. “I guess. My name’s Omega, although you already know that.”
He did know that.
Why?
“Once I get out of here, I’m reporting you all to the Empire. They won’t be merciful.”
“No, you won’t,” she said simply, setting the glass down beside her and sitting on the bed. “We’ll get the chip out, I promise. None of this is your fault.”
He scoffed. “You act like I don’t have a choice.”
“Do you?”
He faltered. Did he?
He ignored her question. “Y-You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do, and I know you know that. It’s not your fault.”
His headache grew stronger. What was going on? “Shut… up.”
Her eyes seemed to stare straight through his soul. He didn’t like it. “None of us blame you for this, Crosshair. Not Hunter, not Wrecker, not Tech, not Echo. None.”
Something snapped. Something changed. He didn’t know what, but suddenly the child sitting in front of him wasn’t an enemy, and the men in the other room weren’t traitors. But- but they wer-are! They are traitors of the Empire!
Since when did he care about the Empire?
Since the Jedi attempted the Emporer’s life. They disobeyed orders.
But… since when was that an issue?
He shook his head madly to try and get rid of the swarming thoughts. “What are you doing?” he snapped, breaking the restraint on his middle. The girl didn’t flinch.
“I’m helping you. The Empire can’t hurt you anymore.”
The Empire…
“They can,” he breathed, and he couldn’t believe the words came out of his mouth. Those were the words of treasonists. Traitors. He wasn’t.
Was he?
“They won’t,” she said firmly, and he was almost inclined to believe her. The thought immediately repulsed him. The Empire never hurt him. This… this child was planting treasonous thoughts in his head. Was she a Jedi? Was he being mind tricked? Was that why a bounty hunter is after her?
“You’re a Jedi,” he hissed, venom in his voice as he stood up from the chair. Her eyes widened.
“What- Crosshair no! I’m- I’m not planting the thoughts in your head! That’s you!”
“Liar,” he snapped. A tear rolled down his cheek. Why was he crying? His eyes landed on a knife that was resting on a counter next to his rifle and gear. She backed up into the wall.
“Crosshair, you know I’m not a Jedi. Please!” she yelled, her eyes glassy.
The pounding in his head distracted him from the voices silencing in the other room.
In one fluid motion, he grabbed the knife, slashing it across where her neck was.
She twisted her head to the side. The knife caught on the base of her neck, dragging to the side, then up underneath her chin and up to the corner of her lip.
She screamed.
CT-9904 paused, the knife resting inches away from her face. What had he done? The girl looked up at him, her brown eyes wide with terror. Blood flowed steadily from the gash. Too much blood.
“Cross… pl-please.”
“Omega!!”
He shot his head up, but couldn’t get his body to move. The sound of pounding footsteps rang throughout the hallway.
The door opened and Hu-CT-9901 ran in, blaster drawn. “Step. Away. From the kid.” he growled.
He dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor, and he realized with a start that his hands were shaking.
“I said step away from the kid!” He barked. CT-9903’s head appeared over CT-9901’s shoulder, and his eyes widened when they landed on Ome-the girl.
“Hunter,” he whispered. “I need to get to Omega.”
Hunter glanced over at her, and his gun started to shake. “Cross. Please. Step away.”
CT-9904 obeyed. What other choice did he have? It was that or his life.
He knew that wasn’t the reason.
Tec- CT-9903 rushed in and dropped beside the girl. He put a hand on her cheek, and they exchanged a few words before she turned back to the Sargent.
“Hu-Hunter, please. It… it wasn’t his fault.”
“Omega,” he said, his voice sounding more terrified than angry.
“Please. He- he’s in there. I saw him.”
His gun dropped, and CT-9904 sighed in relief.
“Wrecker!” CT-9901 called. CT-9902 came in.
“Where’s the kid?”
CT-9901 nodded in her direction, and CT-9902’s skin paled slightly. CT-9903 picked up the girl.
“I’m going to see what I can do for her. Echo has the medkit prepared, yes?”
CT-9901 nodded.
“Then let’s go, Omega.”
CT-9903 promptly left the room. CT-9902 turned to the Sargent. “Echo said we’re about a parsec away from the nearest planet.”
“Good,” he sighed.
CT-9902 shifted his weight. “Echo… uh, gave me a sedative. For Cross.”
CT-9901 nodded in understanding, taking the hypo from his grasp. He turned to CT-9904.
“Are you going to fight me on this?”
His legs were shaking something fierce, but he stood his ground. He would fight till his dying breath for the Empire. That’s what he was made for. That was his purpose. He- he…
“No,” he said, and he scowled at how meek he sounded.
The Sargent’s eyes seemed to soften, and he approached him carefully before sticking the hypo in his neck. CT-9904 dropped onto the bed. He was vaguely aware of the blood staining the spot next to him before his vision went dark.
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Years went by.
The cut healed into a thin, white scar, curving from the middle base of her neck to the right side, going up the middle right of her jaw, and just barely past the corner of her lip. Whenever she was asked about it, she would always say she got it from a ship crash.
Crosshair would always flinch.
If anyone ever gave him a funny look, he would say that he was the one piloting the ship. The others would always be quick to butt in and say the ship had been sabotaged, and there was no way for him to avoid the crash.
Crosshair couldn’t look at Omega for a long time, and the thin, white line haunted him for the rest of his life.
@in-the-crosshairs
So, I love this so much because it’s incredibly well done and I had to share it. However, it does NOT have Omega in it and would love one with her since she’s PART OF THE BATCH TOO!!! Hunter even said it lol.
I was wondering when you guys would come back.
LMFAO love Chop probably my favorite droid!
Isn’t Omega so intuitive and I feel like her enhancement (or enhancements since there is something incredibly important and special about her) has something to do with it. I also hope she is a force enhanced clone! Just me though lol 😂.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Cid (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Alcohol, Drinking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:
Hunter’s entire livelihood is strategy and battle tactics. It’s what he was created for, it what he was trained for. He lead his squad in more battles and missions during the war than he can even remember.
They where the ones the Grand Army of the Republic would send for to do the impossible. His squad won every battle, survived every suicide mission they’ve been sent on. It’s in his blood.
So how was a kid, who’s never even seen dirt until a few weeks ago, was genuinely beating him in Dejarik???
This scene hurt me so much and I feel like I’m sure Omega wasn’t thrilled about it when all she wants is her brother back (he may be an ass to her but he’s proved he’s willing to save her too).
When crosshair saw the rest of the Batch pointing their weapons at him after he saved Omega and Azi.
They will never trust him again. What a brutal moment.
I know right! So fucking unfair because those two have ended up being my favorite (and two of my favorite SW duos of all time)!!! Not enough people do pictures, stories or fanfiction‘s specifically on these two it’s sad in my opinion. We don’t ask for much :(.
going to bed thinking about,,,,, the best goddamn older brother to omega crosshair woulda been,,,,,,, fuck you dave,,,,,,, *sob*
Love her! Watched her in SO much especially Mulan, ER, and now as our girl!
In celebration of Ming-Na Wen getting a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
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Thought others may enjoy learning some of these haha
Hi everybody, I’m back with this weeks post on our favourite father-daughter-space-duo, the third instalment of the series! Thank you all so much for your positive feedback and discussions that have taken place over the last couple of posts, it means a lot to me to see my insights so neatly examined! I don’t really think the post itself needs much of an introduction, itself quite self explanatory! And I hope you enjoy!
(Pasted paragraphs: I would just like to add a disclaimer here. I am, in no way whatsoever, slating the other batchers for having differing relationships with Omega. I absolutely adore everything single one of the boys, and I think they all have wonderful and unique interrelations with her. Although I may point out these different approaches in comparison to Hunter’s, I am not stating these engages are wrong, just different is all!
I’m going to separate this into a little series- covering each episode in a separate post, which I’ll have tagged as the series progresses. Once I’ve tackled these two, as they’re my favourites, I’m going to move on to each individual Batcher and perhaps a few other dynamics such and Hunter and Crosshair, or Wrecker and Omega! Let me know what you guys would like to see!)
The opening scene in this episode is everything for these two. This is Omega behaving like an authentic child, a child in the midst of winding down with her datapad, leaning against Gonky, just…existing. She isn’t expected to be on hand for medical assistance, she isn’t studying, she isn’t working, she’s just living within herself, enjoying herself. Hunter makes a light comment, observing she doesn’t look too comfortable, allowing Omega the option to respond, she can either agree and ask to sit upfront, or she can stay if she’s happy to do so, but it already opens the door to a certain amount of communication between them. Of course, she insists she is fine and accepts her ration bar, yet before she can return to her seat on the floor Wrecker joins them, allowing their brief ordeal over the ration shortage to occur. I love both Omega’s immediate selflessness as she offers Wrecker her food, and Hunter’s sudden interruption in this little sequence. He doesn’t even l allow room to consider her proposal, instead his immediate thought is to ensure this little girl can eat, especially considering she doesn’t even have anywhere to sleep (as we see this has been weighing on his mind by the mention of its necessity)
Omega’s response to Wrecker’s denial to accept her food- “Okay 😇.” Bless her little heart, she projects so much innocence with every word, and we can see from Hunter’s endeared little smile that he absolutely adores this about her. Upon Wrecker admitting that he hasn’t quite gotten use to Omega’s presence (which he looks very upset about, poor Wrecks 😔), Hunter insists that none of them have, but Omega isn’t making much fuss or complaining. This suggests that their brief conversation after leaving Saleucami is still heavily weighing on Hunter’s mind, he has taken his promise to both her and Cut quite seriously, and although both he and the rest of the batch are all still educating themselves in regards to Omega, she isn’t holding any resentment, and trusts them to make correct decisions in regards to her best interest.
I only want to briefly address the crash scene as their interaction are minimal, but I absolutely love how despite the fact that Wrecker is a lot closer to Omega, and ultimately does help her strap in, it is Hunter who takes presidency when addressing the situation. Although, as the leader, he has a lot of orders to cover to ensure they land without too much damage and every member of the squad is safe, his first priority is to ensure Omega is secure before he can move on to his secondary concerns. This relates back to the parental relationship of putting the guardian’s life second to the child’s. (To quote Shelby from ‘Glee’ “parenthood is about accepting the fact that your feelings and that your life and your body, that they all come second to making sure the child is happy and safe” which Hunter demonstrates perfectly here.)
I love how both Omega and Hunter look to Gonky as he slides past her and into the cockpit where Hunter is seated and is easily able to stabilise the unit once they finally land, (thanks to Tech’s amazing manoeuvring of course). I immediately noticed that when addressing the squad, Hunter’s head is veered more so towards Omega rather than Wrecker, where he asks her “are you alright?” with extreme emphasis on the “you”. This ties back into the previous point that Hunter’s new priority is her, as out of the entire squad she is in need of the most protection and reassurance. Alongside this, I discerned Omega’s body language as primarily Hunter-centric, she hangs her head in his direction throughout the entire crash, despite the fact Wrecker is much closer to her. She still finds the need to seek out Hunter specifically. This also mirrors their heavily pronounced relationship, which we see much more of throughout the season.
“I-Is…it…over?” Oh Bless. I love how she looks between both Hunter and Wrecker, unsure of where to direct her scattered and fraying attention.
Swiftly shifting towards the power capacitor hunt and Omega accidentally dropping Crosshair’s weapon kit, we see the entire batch deflate at the awkwardness of their sudden situation. Unknowingly, she has just resurrected a resented emotion for them, something they haven’t learnt to completely handle in the short amount of time they have been separated from their brother, and yet although his face falls harsh for a mere moment, Hunter is the first to immediately soften and approach Omega’s ‘mistake’ with a gentle tone, kindly explaining the device and its origin to her. And while everybody else completely avoids eye contact with the child, Hunter tries his best to meet her eye, most likely to add reassurance and strength to his explanation, for her sake.
I won’t delve too deep into this, but I’d also like to note that throughout the explanation in regards to Crosshair’s actions, Hunter seems to be the most…tense, this supports the later revelation that he has taken his own actions very personally, and is deeply frustrated with himself for leaving his brother behind, and bringing Crosshair up revives these feelings, which he has no doubt been trying to suppress. Omega immediately notices this, as she watches him retreat into the cockpit, with a clear sense of curiosity and concern for him. I love the effort by the animators to mirror the looks these two share behind one another’s back.
Maybe this is me potentially entering headcanon territory, but I speculate Hunter was the one to allow Omega to play with the oxygen masks. It isn’t uncommon for guardians of children who have come out of a traumatic experience to allow said child to play with a positive association to their ‘safe person/people’, in which case Omega’s safe people would be the batch, and therefore their association to the use of the oxygen masks would help her calm down after an upsetting crash landing and a tense conversation in regards to Crosshair.
Omega’s little lip tremble when the lights cut out….this poor kid isn’t use to pitch black :( no matter the dreary atmosphere of Kamino’s torrential storms, Omega was always kept inside the brightly lit walls of Tipoca City, and although Nala Se’s lab isn’t particularly well lit, it isn’t plunged into complete darkness like the Marauder was, sparing the emergency dim lighting which barely cast a shadow.
Her explanation of the Ordo Moon Dragon is so juvenilised with a small sense of dramatics- “it was THIS big, with a LONG tail!” This gives a gentle hint back to Omega’s childlike immaturity and her true age, both physically and mentally, which we see Hunter truly consider throughout the rest of the episode.
When Omega insists she wants to go with Hunter to retrieve their missing part, Hunter doesn’t even have to think twice before he denies her request, and his sole reasoning is because, “that thing could be dangerous.” and as we know his top priority is keeping her safe. But, of course Omega being Omega, she gives Hunter a pretty decent response, she is a part of their squad, and should be allowed the chance to prove her place amongst clone force 99, especially for something as quaint as a retrieval mission. Instead of outright denying her once again, Hunter ponders her reply for a moment, before agreeing, with the additional gentle reminder that she MUST stay close. Her excited little smile as she jumps from her standing position on the co-pilot’s seat to the floor, rushing past Hunter and straight for the exit, highlights her excitement to finally participate and assist Hunter on a mission of their own, which we see perplexes, yet intrigues him.
While exploring the moon’s surface, I immediately notice that sparing a brief moment of watching the floor, Omega’s eyes never leave Hunter, not even for a moment. She is completely complacent in regards to his rule to stick close to him, which is further continued throughout their second chat over Crosshair.
Without surprise, Omega copies Hunter’s actions a few times too, especially when tracing his hand throughout the dust. This is where she asks, “could I learn to track like you?” and here I’d like to specifically focus on the “like you” segment of her sentence. It shows a clear connotation between Omega’s desire to be just like Hunter, which we’ve seen she already had in episode one, and the natural desire to be considered a soldier amongst their ranks. Equally, I love how Hunter doesn’t outrightly reject her request, he simply says “it’s an enhanced skill,” which suggests he probably couldn’t exactly teach her how, but he appreciates her enthusiasm and finds her request almost quite cute.
Moving right along to their secondary Crosshair conversation, I absolutely love Hunter’s facial expressions throughout this passage. He isn’t harsh or crude, instead he is quite sullen, yet in a sympathetic tone. His entire demeanour is taken down slightly, and I believe this is to shield Omega from Hunter’s true self-hatred and deprecating emotions towards their situation. He is careful to explain himself to her, without adding too much honesty in hopes that he won’t unnecessarily worry her. Once again, this ending furthers the blatant protective connection between them. Furthermore, Omega’s reaction is so pure, yet extremely wise for her age and knowledge level. There is still a sense of juvenility to her widened eyes and the movement of her hand snaking it’s way around Hunter’s forearm comfortingly, and yet she still does her best to comfort him in the same way that he has done for her on multiple occasions in their scarce time together, sparing the Nexu event. We see this immediately makes Hunter smile, which is a pleasant thing to notice after the intensity of their conversation. In short, she makes him smile, she helps him, and vice versa.
After Hunter is attacked by the dragon, I can’t help but notice Omega’s worried little face as his mask is knocked aside and he begins to gasp for air. Even after he falls unconscious and she rushes to fix his mask, she still manages to push aside her anxieties to secure his safety and design a brief plan in her mind after backup becomes unavailable, I personally see this as a matter of Omega taking Hunter’s initiative to complete the mission, after assuring herself he is once again breathing and safe for the time being. I also love her little double take, one final look at her guardian before she takes off into the dragon’s nest, she’s so sweet.
Skipping ahead slightly as there isn’t much to cover in regards to Omega’s little lone adventure into the cave, upon Hunter’s return to consciousness I absolutely LOVE how after sucking in a few puffs of necessary air, his first, almost immediate, thought is Omega. He doesn’t even notice his blaster is missing (which we see later on when Omega returns it to him), his instant reaction is to call her name and start tracking her. And his worried expression as the realisation that she’s gone after the dragon dawns on him :( this man cares SO much.
THEIR. REUNION. IS. EVERYTHING. As her little head pops up out of the nests opening , he immediately scoops her up, crouches down to her level, pats her shoulders, rubs her triceps, and the first thing he says to her is “are you okay?” None of this angry shouting from the previous episode, no reprimanding for running off or disobeying orders, instead he makes sure she’s unharmed, and he’s so caring about it. This is character development at its finest. After assuring that she isn’t injured he, very tenderly, asks what she was thinking, insisting he was extremely worried about her. I’d also like to note Omega’s reaction to this, she doesn’t shy away from Hunter like she does in the second episode of the season, instead she excitedly explains that she completed their mission, even going far enough to say that she “tracked the dragon, like you did.” Further complimenting their close and confident bond with one another, she truly looks up to him. The realisation on his face that although small and somewhat dependable, she is no liability and can support herself and the others if needs be. The look is so…parental.
Upon their return to the ship, I love the way Hunter automatically lifts his arm to allow her little blonde head to rush past him and make way for a seat in the cockpit. Kiddo knows the rules, strap in before we take off, Hunter doesn’t even have to tell her.😇
I absolutely adore Hunter’s curious smirk as Wrecker leads Omega to her surprise, alongside the fact he is the first to follow them to see whatever their injured batch member has planned for the little one. I’d also like to note that he actually stares at Omega as they approach the gunners nest, only briefly breaking to take a look at Wrecker, but primarily his sight falls to her.
Her face…when she discovers her room, his face when he watches her jump up and giggle as she turns to thank Wrecker, these two absolutely melt my heart, I swear. He’s admiring her happiness, that splash of childlike innocence he and the batchers never got to have, exactly what he’s seen Cut give to his children, what he wants to give to her. It’s absolutely beautiful.
“I’ve never had my own room before.” Hunter’s split moment of realisation here, before he steps forwards and reassures her that she is “a part of their squad” their family, it’s just so charming to his character and role as her custodian. Omega’s equally gentle smile as she looks back to him, head resting against Lula’s ears shows her clear sense of peace in her new environment. I also think it’s absolutely adorable that while the other batchers share glances between themselves to silently thank Wrecker for his sweet act of kindness, Hunter only partakes for a moment, before he continues to watch Omega settle in, her head now falling against the wall, staring out into the inky black of space, with the new addition of her comforting fairy lights, which I’d like to specify are a warm yellow, in comparison to the bright white of the Kaminoan facilities. This contrast provides a nice device between Omega’s new comfort with her family on the marauder, and her cruel upbringing on Kamino. She is happier here, and Hunter and the others will do whatever they can to ensure she is always happy with them, as we can see from his consistent looks of admiration for her.
I hope you liked my analysis of Hunter and Omega’s relationship in episode three of The Bad Batch! Of course, I’d love to discuss these two with anybody who might be interested, so please feel free to drop me an ask or a DM, and if you’re captivated enough I’d totally recommend looking out for my future posts on the topic!
As always, much love to our ‘Megs and Hunter, thank you for reading! 💛
Part One: Aftermath
Part Two: Cut and Run
MY LIFE IS THESE TWO (And Grogu) BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT SEEMS TO ME THAT NOT A LOT OF OTHERS AGREE WITH ME. I simply cannot find a ton of fan fictions (especially), pictures, etc of these two!!!!
Any one who can draw a really good picture with these two (in character but with a strong bond) or write a good (hopefully longer) fanfiction is my new best friend!!!! Omg! Or these two with Grogu haha! In a lot of pain, this chronic illness girl pain days are filled with Star Wars lol.
I'm just throwing it out there. Anyone who makes or tags me in Crosshair and Omega sibling content is instantly my best friend. No questions, no arguments. You are my favorite person in the entire world. I love them and they deserve to be best friends and yes, I am terrified of the upcoming finale.