Tacticaltutter - Tactical_Tutter🐀

ECT-666/Shrike's life in a nutshell (vines/memes) pt. 1

In the process of cleaning out a timeline of sorts for Shrike,so there will hopefully be context for some of these soon.

gt-abby is doing great things, her work is absolutely adorable. Like, I just want to pinch Omega's cheeks in this artwork. And the story is a whole new level of wholesome! Truely, a piece of work beyond its time.

Echo and Omega

Omega was sitting on the dashboard of the marauder, watching the people of Pabu through the windshield. She wished she could be part of that life again and wondered when the effects of the shrinking would wear off so she could go out and play again- well, as if Hunter will let her.

She heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the hanger of the ship, and guessing by the metallic sound and heaviness, it was Echo, who came into view not long after. He seemed to be looking for something around the ship when he laid eyes on her and a smile grew on his face.

“There you are, I’ve got you something” he said softly as he approached and sat on the chair next to her, rubbing his finger on her hair lightly, though she still felt him slightly pressing her down as he did so.

“What is it?” her eyes shone with anticipation, looking up at his mischievous face as he pulled out something tiny and pink out of his pocket. Omega’s eyes grew as she realized what it was. Echo raised the item up to her, lifting it to her chest level to see if it would fit.

“A dress!” She took it from him and held it out,looking closer at it. It even had embroidery on it, as if made by people of her size.

“Well, will you try it on?” He asked her, pleased that she liked his present.

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh, nothing special, someone was selling doll clothes on the market by the port.” He heard her giggle as she went behind a monitor and changed quickly, walking out soon after with the biggest smile on her face.

“It’s perfect.” She hugged his pointer finger. Echo’s heart melted when he felt her hug. Part of him wished she could stay like this forever, but he knew that would be cruel to her. She’s her own person, after all, and she deserved er freedom, just like every clone should. “Thank you.”

“Aww, it’s nothing.” He chuckled at the sheer cuteness of it all. He wished in all of his heart that he could hug her back, but alas, his other hand wasn’t there anymore.

An idea came to his head and he told her to wait a moment. He got up and walked over to the wall port mainly he used, given he was the only one with a droid arm. Pushing it in, his brain was suddenly filled with all the data of the ship. This always felt weird to him, even if he thought he started getting over it, like he could see, hear and control everything. He chose to change the mood inside the hanger. Music started playing from all over, something calm yet playful. He came back to Omega and held out his hand to her, as if asking her to dance. Omega, full of excitement, graciously accepted and held out her tiny hand and placed it onto his. She began dancing, twirling in place As he held her for support. It was as if everything was normal, and she forgot all about her predicament.

They played like that for what seemed like hours, without getting tired. As if they were completely alone in the galaxy and all of their worries were gone. They almost didn’t feel Hunter walking in, and he watched that unforgettable moment between the two of them as he didn’t have the heart to disturb them.. finally, when Echo turned round, feeling Hunter’s presence, his big smile shrunk when he saw they weren’t alone. Hunter, though, had the biggest smile on his face.

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said, leaning his body on the metal wall and crossing his arms.

“Hunter!” Omega’s tiny voice squeaked from the dashboard and Echo moved away so they could see each other. “Look, Echo got me a dress! Isn’t it pretty?” She spun in place too show him. Hunter laughed and got closer to see.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Echo,” Hunter turned around to look at his cyborg brother, who was blushing slightly. But of course, Hunter could see everything, so he noticed. “It even has tiny embroidery.” Hunter used his finger to brush across Omega’s small figure to feel the tiny stitches. “It’s like it was made just for you, Omega,” Hunter could sense Echo hiding something as he looked away from them. Omega didn’t notice, but Hunter could swear he saw Echo’s blush deepen. Almost like… he made that dress himself.

Concept art/reference sheets for The Bad Batch. Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech.

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.

-

-

-

-

-

-

_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.

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!)

LMAO, ya ain't the only one!

For some reason, these two…

Remind me of these two…

Anyone else? 😁

Fear in Safety #4

Hello fellow Rats! Tutter here with the next chapter to this series. This one mostly focuses on Wrecker and Omega's first interaction. A bit angsty, but also a smidge of fluff. Hope ya'll like, enjoy! 🐀❤️

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

_Chapter 4_

As Omega succumbs to sleep, Crosshair watches her small form on his chest, shielded by his hand. He, firstly, was confused about this whole situation. Like, what could have caused this. Tech better have some sort of idea. Secondly, Cross felt a lingering pain in his chest, though he would never admit it aloud. The way Omega looked at him was nearly enough to make him almost start tearing up. Again, something he would never admit. And thirdly, He was scared for Omega. Was this permanent? What would her life be like? Would she be living in constant fear? The questions continued, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. Right now he needs to focus on Omega.

As he gazes down at her, he feels a sudden wave of wonder. She was small, very small, maybe roughly 4 inches? She looked physically ok, no bruises or cuts or mangled limbs. Every breath was miniscule, nearly impossible to spot, unless you had Crosshair's vision. And her small twitches and the rise and fall of her chest were barely felt. It was crazy to him that this was happening, but what would you expect with their family’s track record, and seamless bad luck? But, no matter what, he was going to ensure that she was safe and that she was not alone.

_Time skip_

Slowly, Omega’s mind stirs awake, taking in the telltale sounds of hushed whispers from who she can only assume are her brothers. Momentarily stretching her limbs out, she pushes her blanket off as she sits up, rubbing at her eyes to wake up. As she looks around, she stiffens. Breath caught in her throat as she looked upon the living room.

It's bigger than it should be, As the walls stretch out far, and the couch, which she realizes she is sitting on, spans out far across her vision. Yesterday’s events play in her head as she remembers, she is small, impossibly small. Cautiously, she backs up, trying to take in her surroundings as best as she can. Until her back meets a plush surface. She turns her head, spotting Lula, but she is huge, looming over Omega. Omega feels sick, this should NOT be happening, it’s just not possible. But it is, and she is possibly stuck like this. How is she gonna confront her brothers?! They are HUGE to her, just thinking about how they are able to take up her entire view sends a shiver down her spin.

Taking a minute, she stays seated, leaning against Lula. In all honesty, it’s kinda cool to see the world from this perspective, everything feels the same but also different altogether. And she notices things that otherwise would have been overlooked without a second thought. She rubs her hand against one of the many stitch works that decorate Lula. Everything is so much more detailed up close. It wouldn’t hurt to get up and try to explore a bit, just need to find a safe way down. Getting up, she walks towards the edge and cautiously looks over. It’s steep, a drop this high could be fatal. Stepping back, she walks to the pillows that rest on the middle cushion of the couch.

Just as her hand reaches out to feel the fringes of a pillow, a voice pipes up from the kitchen. “I’ma go check on ‘Mega.” she startles, facing the kitchen, she can pick up on the sounds of heavy footsteps coming her way. She needs to hide, but where!? Frantically looking around, she can only spot two options; make a run for Lula, or slip to the other side of the pile of pillows and hide in the makeshift corner. The latter seems like a better option, so pillows it is. Running to hide on the other side of the pillows, she tucks her body into the corner made by the pillows and the couch cushion.

The heavy footfalls reach the other end of the couch, presumably where she woke up at. “Wait… Where'd she…” Who she guesses is Wrecker, speaks aloud. Kark! Is he gonna start looking for her!? She shimmies further into the makeshift hiding spot. She doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t ready to face them. Not now. She knows that they would never even think of hurting her. But, just their difference in height makes her feel uneasy.

The silence is cut off when Wrecker's footsteps retreat , she can only guess, to the kitchen. Hearing distressed voices of her vod in the kitchen. Not a moment later, what she can only compare to an earthquake, enters the living room.

Hunter darts into the room, followed by the others. Wrecker's statement of Omega not being on the couch worried them greatly. What if she was stuck? Or what if she was hurt, or lost? They couldn’t risk anything happening, now more than ever. Walking in, they each scanned the room for any signs of her, she couldn’t have gone far. Hearing her brothers searching through the room sent a surge of panic up her body. She was DEFINITELY not ready to face them. The memories of being caught by Crosshair played in her mind, a shiver ran down her spine. The thought of being held again was nerve racking. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the others stop their search.

The beeping of her comm going off brought her back to reality. “Osik!” she curses, forgetting that she still wore it on her wrist. But she quiets down at the realization of her ever growing predicament. Hunter has incredible hearing. Hunter is in the same room as her. Hunter can hear her. Hand covering her mouth, she prays that he didn’t pick up on her voice. She can’t do this, she can’t.

After what felt like forever, the pillows carefully shifted. Omega, startled by the movement, makes to dart to the end of the couch, but her leg is stuck. It’s wedged deep in between the cushions. Desperately she tugs and pulls her leg, putting all of her strength into it. Kark, she needs to run! She is a sitting duck!

“No no no no no no no!” She repeats, frantically trying to get her leg to budge. But nothing seems to work. In her haze of panic, she doesn’t notice that the pillows have been completely removed for a bit, revealing her frantic, small form to her brothers. Whom watch with mixed expressions, ranging from pity, to deep concern at her struggle. Hunter stands the closest, pillows in hand, followed by Wrecker. Wrecker takes a careful step towards the distressed girl, kneeling down slowly to see her better.

The feeling of HUGE fingers on her leg scares the Kark out of her, to put it simply. She yelps as they move her leg from between the cushions with ease. Showing off the obvious difference in power. As the leg is freed, Omega instinctively turns her body as much as she can and lands a kick to one of the oversized digits. Was she thinking? No. Was it probably a smart idea to kick at someone much larger than herself? Probably not.

The fingers let go and she falls backwards. Looking up, she catches Wreckers' hurt expression. Immediately, she feels great shame. Sure, nothing she can physically do could hurt him. But she just kicked him when he was only trying to help her. Fear and regret swirl in her mind as she looks upon the giant man. She can’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

“Wr-Wrecker… I-I” She starts but fails to finish as tears trail down her cheek. She hates this, being afraid when she shouldn’t. These are her vod for crying out loud. Sure, they can be a bit rough and serious at times. But she loves them, and they love her. This primal fear of, not them specifically, but of their size was really starting to get on her nerves. If she can survive Tantiss TWICE, then she shouldn’t be having problems with being this small in the presence of her brothers! Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she takes a deep breath in.

The sight of Wreckers looming hand outstretched towards her nearly startles her, but she holds her ground. Instead of focusing on the obvious size difference, she tries to remind herself that this Wrecker. The Wrecker that would take her to get Mantell mix after a mission, the Wrecker that would lift her onto her shoulders and run around as she laughed, the Wrecker that showed his love for others with his bear hugs. He may be large, but he is anything but dangerous. Well, to her at least.

Tentatively, his hand reaches her, thumb resting the side of her face as the rest of his digits cup behind her, lightly touching. His thumb cautiously rubs her cheek, the movement miniscule to him. His hand radiates warmth, just being close to it helps to stave off some of the chill. She craves comfort more than anything right now. Oh, how she would kill for one of his bear hugs. But she will have to make do for now, so she does the closest thing. She latches onto his thumb in a makeshift hug. Her arms barely able to reach all the way around, but she doesn’t care.

His hand stiffens, surprised by her sudden hug. But he quickly relaxes and reciprocates, his hold snug. Her quiet sobs don’t go unnoticed. As her grasp on his thumb tightens, his brows knit together.

“Hey, hey, shhh… It’s a’ok ‘mega, yer safe.” he whispers as softly as can muster, not wanting to scare more than he already has. “... can… can I pick ya up?” He musters to ask as he gazes upon his shaken sister. Who looks back up at him with wide eyes.

Considering his offer, she takes a moment to steel herself before nodding. As Wrecker slowly cups her in a single hand, she holds on tightly to his thumb. Even with how slow Wrecker moves, she still gets a pit feeling in her stomach as he stands up to his full height. Now level with his shoulders she gets a better read of the room. Remembering that they aren't alone. Spotting her brothers scattered across the room, staring at her, slightly startles her. But she is quick to push it aside. Again, these are her brothers! No need to be scared of them. Hunter stands a few feet from Wrecker, face stern but soft. His eyes search her for what she can only guess is possible injuries. Leaning against a couch arm, behind Hunter, is Tech, who keeps looking at his datapad with the occasional typing and back up at her. And Cross is nowhere to be seen, which confuses her.

Hunter is the one to break the shared silence. “Omega? You ok?... How’d-” He steps forward, getting closer to the girls. The sudden movement makes her stiffen. But, Hunter stops mid step, not moving any closer. The look in his eyes screams heartbreak. Realizing her mistake, she wills herself to relax and bite down her fear.

“I’m.., I’m ok, Hunter, I'm fine.” She states, not missing the way his shoulders relax. “I… I don’t know what happened, how… THIS happened. I’m just…” Omega continues as she gestures to herself, latching onto her much needed confidence. “I’m just so- and, and everything is so-.... What’s gonna happen?” Her question wavers in the air, Keeping her eyes on her Hunter, hopeful for an answer. Her brothers share a look, a silent conversation.

“We will figure this out, Miss Omega. one way or another.”

I have seen your tiny Omega works lately, and I absolutely love it. I was considering asking if I could do a fic that revolves around that idea. Your work has inspired me write, though I have never done it. Would that be ok with you?

Random G/t question

Hey G/t peeps Here is a little question for you all Which non videogame duo would be a perfect g/t duo for you, who would be which role and why do you think it would work perfectly, hell even if it doesn't work perfectly and is just random.

New fic series premises

Soon I will be releasing a fic series based off of the clone wars/tbb characters (mostly the clones) set in a modern world with supernatural elements. It will also feature my trooper sonna in this au of sorts.

Here are the basic pieces of worldbuilding lore:

The Fetts are well renowned monster hunters dating back to 1700's.

There are all of the typical monsters and demons (vamps, werewolves, wendigos, Skinwalkers, ghosts, etc), but there are also a handful of species that are basically hybrid/mutated versions of the common types.

Elites- (Physical attributes) A mutated version of a vampire, with demon like attributes. Unlike vampires, Elites can walk mostly unharmed in daylight and go longer periods of time without blood. When an Elite shifts, they sport long inky black appendages from their back (between 2 to 6), legs become more digitigrade and contain claws, their fingers grow longer and sharper, and their limbs are dark and littered with veiny black lines. In addition, they are able to open their mouths past their cheeks, allowing them to open their mouth about 9 inches at half shifted and 13 inches at fully shifted. When they are fully shifted, they reach on average about 15 ft., 10 ft. when halfway.

Elites- (Familial) When an Elite claims an individual or individuals as family, they will become protective of them. these individuals are referred to as "Elite'an". Amongst Elites, it is considered extremally taboo to harm or target another's Elite'an.

There are some cases of supernatural beings being more pacifist and ignoring their nature, but most hunters choose to ignore these claims.

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