Those Moments

Being paired with Clone Force 99 had been unexpected for both (Y/N) and the group to have named themselves the Bad Batch. At first (Y/N) wasn’t overly sure about it, she was a Jedi after all, a Knight of the order who had no problems working alone, but working in a team wasn’t something she had been thrilled about. She worked best alone but had been given orders to join the Bad Batch. Hunter had been welcoming to the idea although initially unsure, especially when he knew he would have to hand over the reigns, Tech had voiced it would be a good opportunity for all of them to learn and grow, where as Wrecker had just being excited about it. Crosshair, the man of few words on the other hand hadn’t been so welcoming to the idea, often being cold and throwing snarky insults and comments (Y/N)’s way, almost surprised when she had responded back, fearless to his glare, instead stubborn and accepting his silent challenge.

Yet their had been times over the years since being paired together, they refused to let her forget. Echo had learnt all about them when he had joined, although only after he himself had caused a little incident by accident. Just like always Tech had recorded it, for safe keeping as he always reasoned. Never once did he admit to watching them during the nights when sleep eluded him. Just as Crosshair would never admit he would often chuckle to himself when remembering the times of sheer unexpected mayhem always in a playful way. Even (Y/N) would laugh when the memories come up. As it reminded her of the family like unit and how each of them had come to accept her as she had accepted them.

Wrecker

Wrecker had been the first of the Bad Batch to cause one of the moments or at least experience one of them. (Y/N) had believed she was alone on the ship, having stayed behind on the Havoc Marauder due an nasty injury sustained when the Endurance had been destroyed during the prior mission. Wrecker had returned to the ship, he quickly noticed (Y/N) wasn’t on the sleeping rack she’d been placed on by Crosshair. Instead the curtains were open and the rack had been folded back to its ordinary position.

He’d began to worry so searched the areas of the ship, he knew (Y/N) liked to go, the rear gun, the storage beneath the ship and above. Behind the stack of mental containers Crosshair sometimes hid, yet his concern and search had been interrupted by a loud break of wind coming from the cockpit. Within seconds Wrecker had broken out in uncontrollable laughter, alerting (Y/N) to his presence aboard the ship. The doors sliding open moments later to reveal a mortified (Y/N), her cheeks turning several shades of red with embarrassment, her eyes growing larger as the situation dawned on her, her hands finding their way to her face in her effort to disappear from the entire situation.

Wrecker on the other hand continued to laugh, seeing (Y/N) only added to it. He’d heard his brothers break wind on several occasions, none of them ever beat him for it though although Hunter had surprisingly come close to it. Yet this incident had somehow gotten Wrecker to see passed the lady persona he had painted the Jedi with, he’d always seen her as sweet and innocent until that point.

His brothers had returned moments later, only to find Wrecker on the floor outside the cockpit, holding his sides, as he laughed. Red faced with tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to catch his breath. (Y/N) on the other hand still looked like she wanted to disappear, holding a holopad in front of her, looking down with intent at it, as if it held the answer to her quest to turn invisible. It took a while for the boys to get to the bottom of what was going on. Wrecker not helping by wheezing and laughing whenever he attempted to explain it, where as (Y/N) had apparently developed selected deafness.

Although she could look back and laugh at it now, she had been embarrassed by it for months. Wrecker could never bring himself to explain what happened, although he would chuckle about it every now and again. Quickly calling it a bounding moment, when the rest did find out they soon joined in with the laughter. Tech explaining it was a natural bodily function, nothing at all to be embarrassed about, Crosshair had cracked a rare grin with Hunter attempting to hold back his laughter while complaining he missed such an event. Echo had chuckled for a while upon being told the story, especially with Wrecker’s reaction to burst in to laughter whenever he heard it.

Hunter

(Y/N) was known for being clumsy. If there was something to trip over, it was almost a guarantee she would be the one to do so. She could rival Rex with the talent of falling over. Many times had Kix recorded the events, commenting about it on several occasions although still saying Rex held the title of most epic fails. To say the Batch knew about the talent was an understatement. They’d heard about it before but never really took it seriously, after all (Y/N) was brilliant on the battlefield, precise, fierce and graceful all at the same time. Instead they took the stories of her clumsiness as just that, stories.

That was until Hunter experienced it first hand.

The batch had stopped at a refuel station not to far from their assigned location, it was quiet, hidden in an asteroid field so not many knew of it. What looked to be an old base of some sort was hidden in the cliff face, although nothing could be distinguished as to what the base was actually for or had been used for, not even Tech could find that answer. (Y/N) had been walking around the ship, close to where Hunter stood watching the distance, his helmet on, hiding any expression that would have otherwise been visible. Tech was in the cockpit of the Marauder, with Crosshair on the roof of the ship and Wrecker around the opposite side.

Without warning (Y/N) had tripped over something, stumbling forward before smacking into the side of the ship, falling backwards moments later in a daze and slight shock from the incident. Crosshair had turned his attention to her upon hearing the impact, as Hunter turned and went over to her, both quickly figuring what had happened. Without hesitation Hunter checked on her, pulling her to her feet moments later, checking her over moments later, chuckling slightly when (Y/N) made a comments about the impromptu meeting with the side of the ship, another comment about the side of the ship being up to standard.

He soon walked with her around to the ramp of the ship, noticing she was limping from the collision with the side of the ship. The pair just reaching it when (Y/N) tripped over something else, this time tumbling over and taking Hunter down with her, the Sargent being shocked by what happened and thankful for his helmet, especially when he would have face planted the rocky ground. Reality hitting them both when Crosshair could be heard chuckling from above, with Wrecker doing a similar thing from the top of the ramp where he’d been sat.

(Y/N) apologizing as she helped Hunter back to his feet, not even noticing the scraps on her forearms, instead putting her attention on Hunter. Ever since that day Hunter kept a tally onboard the Marauder, adding another strike whenever (Y/N) tripped or fell over something. Echo adding to it when Hunter forgets, just to make sure its up to date. Tech on the other hand, never mentioned he got clumsy moment on camera and watches it during the quiet moments, the video never failing to bring a chuckle from him or get him to smile. He also wouldn’t admit he watches the video’s of all (Y/N)’s fails, finding it gives her another dynamic besides just be a supposedly perfect Jedi.

Tech

The incident with Tech, wasn’t actually on (Y/N) but rather on Tech. It being a quiet day on the Marauder, Hunter was in his normal place, spinning the vibroblade as he would do when he was bored. Echo with Tech in the cockpit talking away about a random topic, Crosshair on the other hand sat on the seats opposite Hunter, cleaning his rifle. (Y/N) on the other hand, had taken to the refresher. The last mission being a mess one to say the least, (Y/N)’s clumsiness not doing her any favors.

On this occasion Tech had forgotten (Y/N) was in the refresher, walking along and opening the door as (Y/N) had likely forgotten to lock it again. Crosshair had spoke up in protest as Tech pressed the button on the door, although his words had been drowned out by the surprised scream to escape from the refresher. Tech’s cheeks got redder by the second and his honey eyes got wider, his hands shaking as he reached for the button to close the door. The image of (Y/N) quickly covering herself with a towel, all while screaming for him to get out.

Hunter and Crosshair both chuckling to themselves as Wrecker come from the rear gun hold, seemingly confused about what was going on. Seeing two of his brothers laughing to no end, the other coming from the cockpit to investigate the screaming, Tech on the other hand sliding down the now closed refresher door, his legs suddenly weakening at the knees to the point they were unable to support of his weight, by now he had gone deathly pale, his honey eyes still wide in shock.

Tech soon fell backwards through the door when it opened, (Y/N) quickly stepping back when he tumbled through the door, almost surprised by it. Yet soon lent down to help him up and check he was okay with how pale he had become. The laughter soon alerted her to the situation, as it finally dawned on her, her reaction had likely caused the sudden shell shock. It wasn’t very often she screamed bloody murder least of all at Tech. Wrecker and Crosshair were normally on the receiving end. Every time Echo found it funny.

Tech would always knock on the refresher door after that, and he’d be sure to remind others if (Y/N) wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Although he still laughed about it, reminding (Y/N) about it, when the sleepless night caught them both.

Echo

Oiling cybernetic limbs was a must for Echo. At least twice a day, once in the morning and again at night. More often than not he’d do it during the crazy moments when Tech was flying in some fantastical way. As he was doing this time, some tight escape from the latest mission, Wrecker in the rear gun, Crosshair opposite Echo clearing his rifle as if nothing was happening, a normal routine. Hunter in the cockpit with Tech, acting as the co-pilot. (Y/N) on the other hand sat on the chair near to Crosshair and Echo, seemingly minding her own business.

None of them aware of the oil spillage on the floor during on of Tech’s spectacular maneuver. Tech soon called for (Y/N), knowing she was the only one small enough to reach something, (Y/N) jumped up at her name being called, heading to the cockpit, as she would normally do, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, as she did so. A bright smile on her lips. At the same time Crosshair had gotten up to stretch, finding his own joints had seized up from the awkward position he’d been sat in.

It had all happened so quickly, (Y/N) had stepped on the puddle of oil, her feet going every which way in a wild manner as she attempted to regain her lost balance. Crosshair having stepped onto the puddle moments later, flying backwards in a epic way, arms and legs flying everywhere. In his haste he had grabbed on to (Y/N), pulling her down with him. Echo had been confused at first, although soon realized and asked if they were okay, chuckling upon getting the confirmation they were. (Y/N) had nodded with Crosshair throwing his normal glare, almost giving up on getting back to his feet, commenting the floor was no longer stable enough.

Hunter had been the one to investigate the noise of several crashes and swearing, only to find Echo and (Y/N) laughing, the latter on the floor with Crosshair. The sniper himself grinning as if trying to hold back laughter, staring straight up at the ceiling, his arms still wrapped around (Y/N) from where he’d tried to cushion her fall with his own armored body.

A comment escaping Crosshair about the two having to stop meeting like that. Echo commenting it looked fun, with Wrecker complaining he’d missed something else, as well as missed his target from the screams and swearing. Tech throwing the comment he’d successfully recorded that as well as congratulating Echo on the happy accident, he caused. Where as Hunter shook his head, no stranger to the antics of his brothers and (Y/N), knowing Echo would likely see it as revenge considering he’d been on the receiving end of pranks from (Y/N) since he’d joined the batch.

“Consider us even” commented Echo with a grin, implying he’d done it on purpose with Crosshair being caught an added bonus.

Crosshair

To say (Y/N) and Crosshair had a prank war going was the understatement. Anything that could be imagined into existence had pretty much happened. Switching armor and robes out for something else, voice changers, whoopy cushions, videos, smoke and stink bombs, the occasional air horn, you name it, it had been used. The odd occasion it had caught another unintended target, normally Wrecker whom had mindlessly walked into the war zone. His face always a picture.

The pair of (Y/N) and Crosshair always trading comments when their prank war was on hold. Crosshair always comparing the height difference, with (Y/N) always retorting with something else. The two also giving each other nicknames. With Crosshair being nicknamed the “angry toothpick” and (Y/N) gaining the nickname of “firecracker” in a mocking way. Crosshair would always call her by the name even when the prank war was on a temporary hold. All the moments were Crosshair’s favorite. But if he had to choose, his favorite was when (Y/N) had somehow managed to swap out his rifle for a realistic replica, except it was a bubble blasted, although she had thankful switched them after the mission. He’d been none the wiser while cleaning, even with his keen eye. Only when he noticed the scope was off, did he realize it was a bubble blaster, something he happily used on Echo after the oil spill incident and Wrecker for the hell of it.

(Y/N) had woke the entire ship up that night with her next prank which had caught the unsuspecting Tech. (Y/N) having tapped an air horn to the refresher door, cleverly putting it where the lock button was. So when Tech had locked the door he’d set the horn off. Waking everyone including herself up. The rest of the boys had found little surprises waiting for them. Hunter’s bandanna had been swapped out for something far more sparkly and floral to what he normal had, in the place of Wrecker’s plastoid armor was a bunny onzie, complete with the fluffy tail. Tech’s goggles had been adjusted to include a pair of cat ears, he escaped most of the havoc due to the air horn. Echo found every whoopy cushion around the Marauder, seemingly becoming a magnet to them. Where as Crosshair found the paint hidden in different areas, the same paint Hunter, Echo and Tech had avoided. To say Crosshair was several different colors by the end of it was an understatement

He’d promised revenge, something he went through with a week later. Swapping (Y/N)’s Jedi robes with a sexy little outfit he knew she would hate with a vengeance. While also swapping her favorite blanket for a fluffy pink thing. The outfit being a barely there nurses outfit. consisting on a skirt that barely covered anything, a small bikini top and a little hat with white thigh high stockings. He’d taken it upon himself to hide her normal robes, leaving her with no choice but to wear the outfit laid out for her.

(Y/N) had hidden by the metal crates most of the day, refusing to come out in the outfit despite encouragement. Crosshair had offered the pink fluffy blanket but found himself almost terrified by her response with a deadly glare. He eventually carried her from behind the crates, deeming she needed food and drink, something Tech backed up, although he did need to recruit Wrecker’s help to move the crates. Crosshair had made the comment of liking her more in the outfit, receiving a punch to the arm in response. His only response was to chuckle knowing she would sulk about it until she could return to her normal robes. It was no secret she hated dressing up in little outfits, even if certain missions required her to do so.

“Its a good job none of you got injured. My bedside manners would be terrible” commented (Y/N) when placed on Crosshair’s bunk, arms crossed over her chest as she scooted over to the far corner, if only so he could join her. His efforts at an apology was to watch holo-films together.

“Princess your bedside manners wouldn’t matter when your dressed like” Crosshair would respond, chuckling when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him. The two quieting down shortly after to watch a film. Chuckling when Echo found another whoopy cushion and Wrecker burst out laughing because of it. Tech’s question of whom had “reorganized” his holopad also ringing out as Hunter finally found a bucket of ice water hidden above something. His swearing ringing out moments later along with the yelled names of both Crosshair and (Y/N).