Wrecker, On The Phone: Since I’ve Moved Out, No One Can Stop Me From Boiling Spaghetti In Hot Cocoa!!

Fear in Safety #2

Hello fellow lovely rats, I, Tutter, have now finished my second chapter of this g/t series featuring the Bad Batch. Credits to gt-abby for the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this angsty chapter, It's a good one.

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_Chapter 2_

Bright light greets Omega’s vision as she comes to consciousness, noting the aching that seems to be present all over her body. She sits up, her hands messaging her temple and eyes. Her last moments feel a bit muddled. Omega assesses herself, beside the aching, she is just cold. Too cold. She gets a proper look in front of her and stops in confusion, why is the floor stretched… so… Far… out? Her eyes glance further up and her breath hitches as it dawns on her what lays before her.

“What.. the. Kriff?! I- W-what in the-” Her voice barely above a whisper and shaky as she takes in the sight of her family's kitchen bigger, much, much bigger than it should be. Cabinets and shelves loom over her like the tallest buildings of Coruscant, the ceiling impossibly stretched far above her. A mix of awe and dread, mostly dread, left a deep, swirling pit in her stomach, as if a trap door had sprung open beneath her and dropped her flailing body into an endless void. Thoughts start to plague her, her breathing quickens, hands clench the sides of her head as she curls in on herself. Before her mind could continue its growing panic, her wrist comm goes off.

“Havoc 2? Do you copy?.... Omega?” Hunter’s voice sounds from her device, A tone of panic apparent. Not good, he is worried. Though it is enough to push a little bit of the panic at bay. For now that is.

“Hu-Havoc 1, I-I cop-copy. What’s the.. The situation?” she curses her stuttered response. He’ll definitely notice her stressed tone.

“Just wanted to check in on you, weren’t answering for a minute. Are you ok? You don’t sound alright. What’s… what’s the matter Omega? Are you in danger?!” concern rings through. He caught onto her panic. Kriff.

“You-you could s-say that? I guess?” She responds, she doesn't know how she should proceed without scaring him one way or another. But what else could she do!? She was impossibly small, smaller than one should ever find themselves!

“What do you mean by that Omega?” His question, laced with palpable confusion.

Omega took a second to think out her response, taking a breath she continues, “I’m not in d-danger, just, a bit… a bit out of sorts. I have NO idea what is going on, b-but… I don’t re-really think it’s something I can possibly explain over a-a comm, more or s-so… show in person. I am sorry, but I am just …just, really, really freaked out right now Hunter.” She finishes, her breathing less hectic, not completely, but it’s better than nothing. She at least feels a lil bit less lightheaded, something she just realized.

The comm is quiet for a few seconds, a small light beeping from the device on her wrist. She hears him take a breath from the other side, “So… You are not in any danger. But you are freaked out and don’t know how to explain it?” He parrots back to Omega.

“Basically. I-” she starts back when Hunter cuts in.

“I’ll com Cross and Tech to check on ya, You are still at the house, right?” His statement cuts into her, the thought of the others seeing her, or her seeing them, hadn’t crossed her mind, till now.

Her breathing quickens again, hands becoming clammy and sweaty. “Ye- Wa-wait! Hunter, I don- I don’t know if th-that’s a-” Her attempts at pleading were for not as the call went dead. It was too late. They were gonna see, they were gonna see her diminished size. And she… she was gonna see their looming forms. If the lower cabinets are enough to make her stomach drop with anxiety, what would happen if she were to face them!? The sound of the front door creaking open alerted Omega back into reality, her body going off of instinct as she darted, aiming to hide under the lower cabinet ledge. Her heartbeat drowned out her thoughts, her body stuck in a fight or flight mode. Her breathing was dangerously loud with her heaving for oxygen. Eyes wide as she heard their booming voices calling for her. Their footfalls like earthquakes that shook her very being to the core.

“Miss Omega?! Are you here?” Tech seemed to impossibly shout louder than she thought was possible. She brought up her hands to cover her ears, hoping for some solas that it will help with the noise. Their footsteps echoed throughout the house as they checked every room till they seemed to stop.

Even in another part of the house, she could hear their conversation, “Where could she be?! Hunter said that she was home!” Crosshairs unmistakable voice boomed with his usual raspiness.

“I haven't the slightest clue as to where she may possibly be at as we have searched the whole house.” Tech states in his usual fashion.

Omega could possibly hear Cross’ eyes rolling, “What do you propose we do? Got any bright idea’s Mr. Glasses?!” He snarked back, though she could pick up worry lacing his snarkiness.

“No need to worry Crosshair, as Hunter requested of me to set up a series of hidden cameras around for safety purposes.” Tech’s statement sent Omega’s panic into overdrive. Camera!? They’ll see her, They’ll find her, They’ll…. They’ll… She doesn’t know what will happen when they find her, but she doesn’t want to know. Her fear has taken over any and all rational thought. She can’t seem to think about anything good coming out of her brothers, her Vod, finding her in this state.

The house is deathly quiet as she presumes that Tech has pulled up the camera’s video feeds and is going over them for signs of her. After what felt like forever, she picks up on a quiet, yet surprised “oh” from Tech. Followed by a clear as day “What in actual Kriff did we just watch?” from Crosshair. Taking into account that they must have seen her diminished size on the feed, she bolts out of her hiding spot, racing as fast as her legs can go towards the wide open door. The moment she is running, she can feel their thunderous footfalls racing to her position. She can’t face them, not like this. She exerts more force into her steps as tears blur her view of the door. They are getting dangerously close, She reckons she is only about halfway to the door when they make it to the living room hallway.

“Omega!!” A shout, so loud that she violently flinches, nearly tripping, sounds from Tech, or was it Cross? That doesn’t matter as her only goal is to make it out the door. Right when she is about 4 feet from the door, it slams shut at an alarming speed, her ears ringing. Realization hits when a deafening step crashes to her side and the sight of long, outstretched fingers comes into view.

“NO!” she jolts from the path of the giant hand and darts to the side, now setting her sights on the couch. As tears smear her face, she doesn’t seem to catch onto the hand that reaches for her from behind. Until it's too late.

Crosshair: Alright, what does the cow say?

Baby!Omega: Moo!

Crosshair: What does the dog say?

Baby!Omega: Woof!

Crosshair: What does the pig say?

Baby!Omega: By the order of the empire, you’re under arrest!

Crosshair: I really have taught you well!

what character from the bad batch/clone wars should I draw with my sonna clone trooper Shrike; using this amazing image as a base?

Draw your characters

Fear in Safety #3

Man, two chapters in one day, I'm on a roll! I hope you lovely people like this chapter, it has a good amount of angst, but ends in tooth rotting fluff. Cross is an absolute softy when it comes to making sure Omega is ok. Enjoy, Tutter out! 🐀❤️

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_Chapter 3_

Omega yelps in distress as she feels large, strong digits wrap around her body, holding her in place. She can’t move, she’s trapped. Her breathing hitches as more tears work their way down her face. Throat seeming too small to properly breath. The giant fingers have her wrapped in a tight enough hold that she can’t wiggle her way out.

But that doesn’t stop her from attempting to escape, as she frantically pushes with her free arm, but her efforts are worthless, they don’t move. “No, No, No, No, No, No, No!” She cries as she struggles. The sudden nausea that overtakes her is nearly blinding as she can only guess that she is being lifted up from the ground. A loud, shaky gasp breaks her train of thought. Looming above her, impossibly huge, encompassing her entire field of vision, is Crosshair. The sight alone makes her flinch and her hyperventilation increases. Her mind feels clouded, she won’t be able to stay awake for long if she doesn’t figure out a way out fast.

“Omega?” A whisper, though loud to her, escapes Crosshair. He seems worried, very worried. His eyes are somewhat blown wide, brows creased down, and his mouth hangs slightly open. Open enough to see inside his mouth, toothpick limp in the corner.

“C-Cross?!” She can’t seem to break eye contact, it feels like he is staring directly into her soul.

The sudden shift of his hand causes her to jolt, breaking her eye contact. “Hey. Hey, it’s ok… It’s ok kid.” His voice impossibly soft, whispers above her as he moves his hands to gently hold her. Omega, now sitting in his cupped hands, can’t seem to keep her panic down. When she is given room, she instinctively backs up, only to meet his curled fingertips to her back. She flinches from the contact, trying her best to silence a yelp, but it still comes out. Crosshairs shoulders drop, his gaze is glazed over with sadness at her reaction.

“Omega-” The sound of Tech calling her name brings back her somewhat receding panic. As she quickly turns her head to look at Tech, who stands to the side behind Crosshair. Their collective stare on her figure makes her duck her head, the flow of panic getting stronger. Her arms wrap around her legs as she curls in on herself.

The sight of ONE of her Vod standing impossibly large scared her immensely, but TWO was an entirely different story. They are so much bigger than her, she is at their complete mercy, and that doesn’t sit right with her. They could do whatever they wanted, that thought made her feel small, useless. As her lungs continued to heave, a finger met her back in a rubbing motion, an attempt to calm her. But it did the opposite as she shied away violently from the touch. Crosshair released a sigh as he kept his gaze on her shaking form, wishing to provide her comfort, but he didn’t know how.

Tech's eyes darted towards the coach as he lifted his hand onto Cross’ shoulder and motioned towards it with his head. Cross nodded in understanding, making his way over, his strides impossibly long, each step shaking her form. He gave her an apologetic glance at the movement. As he knelt down beside the black family couch, Tech set a few pillows to act as a seat of sorts, elevating her from the couch. Crosshair, ever so gently, laid her shaken body on the pillows, and backed up a bit, taking a seat next to Tech in front of the couch, now meeting eye to eye with Omega. The silence was almost deafening as they continued to stare at each other, not knowing what to say.

Tech is the first to speak. “Omega… What… happened?” he silently questioned his hand gesturing to her small, curled up form.

His question broke her from her frightened trance, and she looked down at herself, unsure how to respond. “I-I... don’t kn-know…. I’m sorry.” she responds quietly, her face turned to the side avoiding their gaze. A quiet sob escapes her quivering lips, the backs of her hands reaching her eyes in a feeble attempt to brush off the tears.

“Omega, it is perfectly fine to feel scared in a situation such as this, we do not judge you for that. You are safe, we are here for you.” Tech’s statement brings her a bit of comfort that helps her bite the panic down a notch. She nods in understanding as she meets his gaze.

Her breath hitches in the back of her throat as a single digit, presumably Cross’ thumb, reaches towards her. It stops moving, she breathes in and steals herself as she looks at him and gives him a small nod. His thumb continues to move closer at a snail's pace till it gently rests on her arm, rubbing up and down. His touch is notably warm, her body instinctively leans into the comforting touch, though he momentarily freezes for a sec before continuing to comfort her.

Tech gets up and backs up, walking towards the door, he turns back. “I’m gonna com Hunter and Wrecker, update them on… this. I’ll be right back.” And with that, he steps out the door, leaving Omega and Crosshair in the living room.

They continue to enjoy the quiet and relax, or as much as Omega could. Her stomach was still set in what felt like a permanent drop. Looking up made her uneasy. “Quiet doesn’t suit you kid. What’s up?” He asks with a knowing smile.

Omega has to do a double take, unsure at first if it was intentional or not. “Did… Did you seriously just use a pun?” Omega deadpans as his smirk widens. Why that little-

“Well, you know what they say, being short has its ups and downs, but mostly downs.” he finishes, barely containing the small huff of laughter that threatens to make itself known.

“Why you little-” she jokingly retorts before Crosshair snorts and starts to double over, failing to cover a wheeze. Omega tilts her head, unsure what was so funny until it connects.

“No… I did not just make a pun… No.” She airs out her realization in a fit of giggles. Crosshair continues to muffle his cackling for Omega’s sake as she joins him with her own laughter. As their laughter died down, Omega notes how her eyes keep on dropping.

She doesn’t know how she feels about sleeping at the moment, but her decision is already made. “I’ll keep watch if you need kid, it’s ok.” Crosshair senses her drowsiness. His eyes scanning her exhausted form, her eyes red and puffy, and her hair all over the place.

“you .. you sure?” Omega asks quietly. Sure, she feels uneasy, but this Cross, her “little” brother.

“Deadly” he responds, getting a small giggle from the girl. She nods her head and looks around. Understanding her uneasiness of the situation, he takes it upon himself to gently pick her up and hold her as he sits back against the couch. She responds with a startled yelp, but he shushes her, cradling her small form to his chest as she lets sleep take over as she listens to the welcoming beat of his heart.

ECT-666/Shrike's life in a nutshell (vines/memes) pt. 2

Considering doing a redraw of Shrike's face if my art style changes in the next couple days.

Here is one of my older scribble portraits, was part of an assignment for my digital art class. enjoy my fellow rats! 🐀❤️

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 3

Chapter 3: Handling it well

When Omega started to stir from sleep she was ready to get up and start the ‘day’ so to speak but she couldn’t help but notice the odd position she was sleeping in and what against she was sleeping on.

It breathed!

With great exhaustion tugging at her eyes she managed to peel them open to see she was resting against a giant chest

And then the memories hit her

‘It…It wasn’t just a bad dream…’ She realized in her thoughts as she tensely looked up to see the underside of Hunter's large face, leaning against his free hand in what appeared to be the cockpit seat.

She seemed to freeze in his hand but why was she so afraid? Hunter was her brother…plus now that she thought about it he did save her from a pretty fatal fall.

Hunter could feel the little life in his hands wake by the quickened pace of her heartbeat and the stiffness in her bones as she must have remembered. He would have been straight to checking her if this was any normal circumstance but he’d take it slow until she was ready.

After her pulse slowly returned to more normal beating he opened his eyes and slowly looked down where big hazel ones stared in awe at him from his slightly curled hand.

“Hey…” Omega whispered after a short bit of simply staring at each other.

Hunter felt a small tug at his lips as he blinked warmly to her, “Hey…How are you feeling?”

Omega relaxed her shoulders as she crossed her legs and took a look around her, “Small…”

Hunter couldn't help but huff a laugh, sending the short locks of her blonde hair moving, “Yea I see that...I guess whatever that witch did to you…worked.”

Omega felt prickles of worry go down her spine remembering how strange the direct hit felt and how painful the transformation was, “W-What if i’m stuck like this! I wanna go on missions and-and meet people!”

Hunter used his other hand to gently cup around her shoulders as he brought her closer to his face, “Omega, Breathe- We’ll figure this out alright? Tech knows about these witches so he-”

“W-wait you’re going to show me to them- Like this?” Omega shifted uncomfortably as she clutched her hands. Hunter frowned a bit, “Omega…They’d never hurt you- Big or small, Nothing changes, We adapt remember?”

“I know I just…I dunno…” Omega deflated and felt guilty for doubting her brother's intentions like this, but even when she was normal size sometimes her brothers could be intense with their handling and volume of voice.

Hunter sighed and slowly stood from his seat, cupping Omega close, “We’re going to figure this out, I promise…”

Before she knew it Omega was standing on a table, being stared at by all three of them. Wrecker was slack jawed, Tech wasn’t even paying his holopad any mind, and Echo just looked like he was in doubt.

“You’re…” Echo started

“SO CUTE!” Wrecker finished for him as he suddenly scooped Omega up into even larger fists than Hunters, She let out a startled scream as her one fear from this came true. In any other moment where she wasn't only five inches tall she would laugh and love the affection but being how she was with an enormous and very rough Wrecker this was a rollercoaster she did not wish to be on.

Thankfully Hunter immediately stepped in to grab Wrecker's wrist from jolting around more and used his free hand to pluck Omega up, “EASY Wrecker! She isn’t a toy!”

Omega felt like she was going to be sick from all the whiplash she was receiving but she managed to keep it down as she groaned and buried her head into Hunter's fingers.

Wrecker immediately winced back at the scolding and clenched his fists to his chest seeing how the little Omega was looking pale and upset from his outburst, “I- I’m sorry! She’s just so LITTLE- well…Littler.”

“How did this…even happen?” Echo finally spoke, being tense watching the whole ordeal. Tech finally budged in his frozen state to answer, “That nightsister. She must have used some sort of curse on Omega…”

Echo scoffed, “What? But Magic isn’t…real!”

“Yea well it’s real now. Listen up boys” Hunter grunted as he got everyone's attention, cupping his other hand over Omega in a protective ball,  “This is a delicate situation for all of us but ESPECIALLY for Omega. Everything is times ten for her right now so until we figure this out and break whatever curse this is- We are toning it down, Got it Wrecker?”

Wrecker guiltily nodded his head, glancing nervously to the enclosed hands where Omega managed to stop feeling endlessly dizzy.

Tech and Echo exchanged a look and Tech prompted Hunter to join him to a workstation, “We should see what we’re working with…” 

“Right…Omega?” Hunter's voice was gentle as he removed his balled hands where Omega looked pale but reoriented, “You alright if Tech takes a look at you?”

She hesitantly nodded, knowing Tech was more slow and precise with his movements. Tech seemed tense himself as he unfolded his hand by Hunters and waited patiently for Omega to gather her courage and tap over to the new surface before immediately crouching and holding onto Techs fingers.

It was hard for Omega to meet his observant eyes through his goggles but she could tell he was noting and analyzing every aspect of her- but not HER. Omega didn't like the feeling of all this; being scooped up, looked at like some creature, exchanged from hand to hand- But frankly however long this situation would end up being she was going to get a lot of that.

“This is so…bizarre, shifting from one mass in reduction isn’t even physically possible but nothing of your bone structure or organ function is warped or scarred in any way!”  Tech exclaimed as he reached over to his holopad and hovered it around her. "Lucky...me?" Omega lightly chuckled as she glanced over at Hunter who was breathing through his nose at this point.

Not one of his smarter ideas for introducing her to the others.

“So she isn’t gonna get any smaller…?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms tight as Tech proceeded to sort of hover her to his eyes. Omega couldn’t help but feel nervous at the fact she was so close she could see her reflection into his goggles.

“Hm? No, I don't think so. I’m not picking up any more energy readings in her blood, but all of this- it’s…almost impossible to explain in scientific terms…”

Omega sulked down, It wasn’t good when even Tech was stumped, “Am…Am I stuck like this?”

Tech finally broke from his studying trace to see how grim and upset Omega was in his hands. He didn’t understand how most people worked but something compelled him to take a less robotic approach and with careful fingers he tapped the top of her head.

“That is why I said ‘almost’ impossible…I believe we can find a solution to this…” Tech assured with a softer voice, Omega looked up with worried but hopeful eyes, “...How?”

“The target did this…Maybe she can undo this.” Tech suggested as he looked to Hunter and extended his hand to give Omega to him. Hunter was tense for the most part of the examination but he soon relaxed as he gently cupped around Omega and lifted her to his chest.

“It was a risk when we tried to approach her before all this, how are we going to get this witch to willingly reverse what she did?” 

Before Tech could respond with a suggestion the ship's comms beeped.

“Hunter we got a problem!” Echo called from the cockpit. Hunter and Tech exchanged a look before speed walking to the front. Omega clutched to Hunter's curled fingers as she saw they were now out of hyperspace and now in front of an imperial cruiser.

“We arrived at our stopping coordinates but so did the Empire,” Echo explained with an annoyance in his voice, he moved seats as Tech came up behind him to take the reins, “What's more we are being hailed by a patrol…”

Another beep came from the consol as a regs voice spoke, “Unidentified attack shuttle please transfer your clearance code and mission statement.” 

Hunter gave a brief nod to Tech and nudged his head at Wrecker in a silent command where he quickly headed to the back to the gunner's seat.

Tech quickly typed in a code and waited with tension as a longer than needed pause sounded, “Shuttle 1327 proceed to docking bay.”

“Negative, We are to continue on route.” Tech replied through the comms, He glanced at Hunter and briefly to Omega who had been holding her breath and preparing for one bumpy ride.

Hunter looked around until he used a free hand to grab up his pack, Omega immediately knew what he was going to do and gave a glare he already predicted.

“Bear with me kid…It’s gonna get messy.” 

Omega opened her mouth to speak but was already carefully deposited into the pack, landing on water packs with an ‘oof’. She glared up at the guilt filled looming face but just as the ship started to jerk he hastily closed the opening and strapped it down to a seat.

“Get us out of here, Tech!” Hunter commanded as an angry warning from the comms was quickly turned off by Echo.

“We can't navigate to lightspeed, the imperials are in the way- We are going to have to go on-world.” Tech’s voice remained absolute as he quickly jerked down the control wheel to avoid V-Wings as they soon started firing.

Omega was in a whirlwind of dizziness as she clutched onto one of Hunter's knife kits, she could hear the sounds of muffled firing from outside and inside the ship- Wrecker must have been giving them scrap. She cursed to herself at the envy of getting to witness it on normal heights!

As Tech maneuvered lower into the planet's atmosphere, Wrecker slammed his thumbs into the controls as he managed to get a hit on one ship, having it spin out and slam into another. Normally he’d be up and hollering at the successful kill but having the targets be other clones was not something he particularly cared to celebrate.

So far only two more V-Wings were on their trail by the time they lowered into the forestry areas. Tech did well to avoid hitting anything as he whipped the ship over as a large sycamore was in the way, hoping it would instead collide with the pursuers. To the squads struggle one of the V-wings managed to hit directly into the rudder, sending the Marauder out of balance and now in the way of looming trees.

“BRACE YOURSELVES.” Tech yelled, as the ship's exterior got hit and the cabin jolted, sending everyone down- including the pack Omega was trapped in.

She let out a panicked scream as she was thrown forward and out when the loose top flapped open. Rolling on the metal floor she only narrowly managed to side jump out of the way of the heavy boots of Hunter as he was thrown staggering himself. 

Omega struggled to get up as beeping from impact was close approaching, she had to think fast or die faster when she suddenly spotted Echo looking in horror at her before falling to the ground as the ship narrowly hit a tree. The intense tremors from the giant's fall was shortly dewelled on because before she realized it Echo had stretched out his hand to Omega who hastily ran into them.

Just as the ship crashed.

[To Be Continued]

(A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading this silly lil story, I apologize if its not totally starwars technicality correct in code, I just wanted to write something fun and fluff for my own and fellow gt nerds :] Enjoy the suspense!)

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