Chapter 1 - Order 66

Plot: In one universe, when Order 66 came through, it's Hunter's inhibitor chip which activates, leaving the Bad Batch floundering with their leader's sudden loss. Omega didn't expect to find her brothers again right when everything fell apart any more than Crosshair expected to ever be anything but the youngest. But somehow, they'll bring their family back together.

Author's Note: I know, this is completely an excuse to make Crosshair stay all soft and fluffy – And no, this isn't going to be a complete role-swap, cuz as the former youngest before adopting some crazy little sisters myself, I assure you, even if my oldest sibling was out of action, I would not take charge. :( xDXD Probably a good thing cuz I'd end up burning the house down a few milliseconds before Crosshair would blow up the Marauder. Lol

PS: To all Hunter and Omega fans, no worries. They're going to have a very, very similar to Canon bond. It'll just take a bit longer to form, but I promise they're going to be very close by the time this ends. ^-^ Also, I feel like I sidelined Tech a bit... I just struggle getting his voice down. ;~;

~ Rivana Rita

They're always on the lookout, always expecting another attack – it's been ingrained into them their whole lives. And really, it's hard to say exactly what happened. One minute, Crosshair and Wrecker were bickering about droid counts. The next moment, the regs attacked their Jedi. The padawan – Caleb – cut his way past them and disappeared into the trees. Crosshair wouldn't have followed him, anyway – none of them know what's happening – but somewhere amidst the chaos, Caleb had thrown Hunter into one of the trees.

"What just happened?" Wrecker asks, dumbstruck.

"The comm channel is repeating one directive: 'Execute Order 66'," Tech replies.

"I hear that, too," Echo answers. And that helps absolutely nothing.

All Crosshair does know is that there's a strange throbbing in his head, one that wasn't there a moment ago. He shakes it off, filters it out. He knows how to handle pain. They all do, and this is nothing. "I will talk to the reg Captain and find out what's going on," Tech decides, turning back to the other clones.

Crosshair scans the treetops – he's certain he saw the padawan go up, though he was distracted enough with Hunter and everything that was happening to know for certain. Not as if it matters, until they can figure out what's happening. He refocuses on Hunter, who's finally, unsteadily, pulling himself to his feet. Something is wrong. Hunter is a master at keeping his face blank, especially when he's trying, but it's never unreadable. It is never – has never – been completely numb.

And, as a sniper, Crosshair is perfectly used to seeing his brothers get hurt from many klicks away. Between that and their training, he is accustomed to seeing them injured. He knows how to hold in his fear, how to cover and hide it, because good soldiers don't let themselves be run by emotions, and they are nothing if they're not good soldiers.

"What are you doing?" he asks. Even his voice sounds wrong. It's too cold, too harsh. Hunter has never been harsh. He lashes out only when he's afraid, but this is different. "Why aren't you completing the mission?"

"We don't even know what the mission is," Echo retorts, stepping forwards, anger and confusion clear in his voice.

"We have to track down the padawan," Hunter replies, stepping forwards. He's moving a little shakily, but not too much to be unable to walk on his own.

"It appears the regs have been ordered to execute the Jedi," Tech reports, approaching. Behind him, the regs themselves are spreading out in search of the padawan.

"What?" Echo demands.

Jedi have turned traitor in the past, but this doesn't make sense. "Which Jedi?" Crosshair asks.

"All of them. They're saying the Jedi have committed treason."

What? They were with these two Jedi the entire time for a day, and mostly, they were with the padawan, but if they were doing something treasonous, someone should have noticed. Crosshair should have noticed something. None of them trust anyone, except each other. That's what's always held them together.

"That explains it," Hunter mutters, looking around. "Time to move out. We have to find the padawan."

Everyone is watching Hunter warily. The tense uncertainty in the air isn't something Crosshair remembers feeling since they were very young.

"This doesn't explain anything!" Echo snaps. "I know the Jedi. They would never do that!"

They haven't worked with Jedi very often. Normally, Clone Force 99 is called in only in dire situations which would never have occurred if Jedi were there. And the rare times they have encountered Jedi, most are too reserved to work with them. General Skywalker was the only exception, the only one who somehow made himself fit in easily, who let them lead as much as doing so himself. It was General Skywalker and Rex who had ordered Echo join Clone Force 99. He was already registered as dead, and the Kaminoans... thought it easier not to change that. The last time Crosshair saw them was on a very brief visit to Kamino, before they were off back to the war, and Crosshair and his brothers stayed behind to help Echo recover.

And with that respect and loyalty, Crosshair can't imagine the Jedi committing treason, either.

"Good soldiers follow orders," Hunter replies.

Echo and Tech look at each other. Crosshair looks from them to Wrecker.

"Uh, you alright, boss?" Wrecker asks, staring at Hunter who's already moved off to start tracking and ignored Wrecker entirely.

"This is quite abnormal," Tech adds uselessly – it's truly the most anyone can offer right now.

"Our orders aren't always right," Crosshair says finally. Hunter looks up, and even with his helmet on, Crosshair can feel the heat of his glare before he moves on as if nothing happened at all. This – this is wrong. Hunter was never – is never cold. He's always soft, often too soft. Too caring. But never has he followed something if he thought it was wrong. That's not who they are.

And it doesn't make sense, because Hunter was always... their leader, but he always respected their opinions. He's easy to talk into nearly anything. He's always there, and the rare times they fought when they were younger, it was always Hunter who followed Crosshair, found him anywhere, even if he was taking efforts to hide, to make amends for whatever it was.

Were anyone else giving the orders, Crosshair knows they would all refuse, outright.

But what are they supposed to do when Hunter is? What are they supposed to do when the one they trust as their leader, the one they've always followed, is doing something they're certain is wrong?

Finally, Hunter straightens and looks up. "He's in the trees," he says, something eerily numb in his voice. "Find him."

He... doesn't have a good feeling about this.

**w**

"We have to keep looking," Hunter insists. That's what he's been doing this entire time.

Had he been trying, Crosshair could have spotted the padawan a long time ago. He's not trying. He has no reason to try. Their orders are wrong, and he's almost entirely certain the boy is innocent. Commander or no, he's just a padawan. This is the first time he's felt compelled to disobey an order by Hunter before, excluding stupid, childish things. Which hasn't happened in a long time, either. But this is... more.

And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it. Somehow, they have to distract him. Hunter has the advantage, because he will know where to look. Even if they buy the padawan some time, it's not going to be enough unless he leaves the planet.

Finally, the most he can do is turn to Tech, hoping his brother will understand his unspoken question. This will be a tight game, a high risk, but he doesn't know what else to do.

Tech, thankfully, seems to have caught it. "Perhaps we should spread out," he suggests, "It's highly unlikely the padawan stayed nearby."

"He's nearby," Hunter says, looking around again. He can sense almost anything, but surrounded by plant life, Crosshair knows his brother's senses are at least somewhat... dulled. But in the winter, when the plant activity is low, it's no wonder he can still sense it. "Crosshair?"

He looks up, more for the show of it. There is a slight snow slide along one of the branches, that could be from the padawan as much as gravity. And, on closer look – it is him. He's nearby, far too close. "Nothing," Crosshair says, turning around.

"We don't even know why we're doing this," Echo snaps, stepping forwards. Of all of them, he's the most upset. It's natural; he did work closest with the Jedi.

Hunter turns on him, instantly angry. "Yes, we do!"

"Clearly, we're looking in the wrong place," Tech interjects. "If he was here, we'd have already found him."

Hunter looks up, studying the trees, and for a fleeting moment, Crosshair is almost certain he's about to see the padawan, and call him out on it, before he turns away with a frustrated sigh. "Let's keep moving."

**w**

They keep looking until the search is called off by the reg Captain. And now, after the trek back to the Marauder, they're in the twelve-hour hyperspace travel from Kaller to Kamino. They were well out in the Outer Rim, a good way from... home. Having nowhere else to go first, and with the hyperspace routes finally clear, they can finally go back. It's been a long time. The last time they were there, it was after Echo joined them.

Wrecker, of course, is the only one even capable of thinking about a meal. Eating is definitely the last thing on Crosshair's mind. He isn't calm though. Nothing is calm right now – it's not the usual bantering they always slip into, that defines them. It's just a tense, awkward silence.

And even Wrecker himself seems minorly more subdued. Hunter seems... elsewhere, almost absented. Echo is quiet and angry, brooding, the way Crosshair has seen him do occasionally, but never quite like this. Tech is abnormally quiet, too. He seems... cautious, wary, guarded, even though they all should be relaxed here. Once, they all would have been.

They head for their bunks two hours into the hyperspace trip, and it's been hours since Order 66, but Crosshair still can't stop thinking about it. They've been through a lot in their year active in the Clone Wars. Most of their missions, especially at first, were short and fast. That changed as time went on, especially after the Outer Rim Sieges started. They were cut off from Kamino for a long time.

Echo had trouble sleeping for a long time after joining them. Crosshair himself hasn't had a problem with it until after Wrecker quite nearly got his head blown off. If he hadn't been wearing his helmet, it'd have killed him. It was one of their first missions. Wrecker tackled Crosshair away from the explosion, taking the brunt of it for him. It was enough to take off the side of his helmet, and there was so much blood. Head injuries are always... risky.

That moment is burned forever into his mind, the sheer panic that flooded him as he called Tech to get over there immediately. Tech stayed with Wrecker while Hunter and Crosshair finished the battle – they were surrounded and couldn't fall back. He'd known Wrecker would be fine, that he'd be safe with Tech, but leaving was still hard. He's gotten used to it since, become accustomed to seeing his brothers hurt from afar, knowing he could never get there, that they'd have to take care of each other, but some things... can never be forgotten.

Across from him, Crosshair sees Tech stir. Maybe he was never sleeping. His breathing is often calm and even, unless he's fighting or moving actively – it's sometimes hard to tell. Hunter always knows. The lights are off here, but he can still see clearly in the dark. Tech turns sideways, his eyes finding Crosshair's through the darkness.

Tech's bunk is on the same side as Hunter's, and thereby safely out of his sight. Of all of them, Crosshair thinks dryly, it's no wonder Tech is the only one Hunter trusts out of his sight.

The hand signals they use for battle plans is different than sign language, but as soldiers, the clones are required to learn the basics of sign language anyway, though it's unfamiliar enough that it takes a few moments for him to translate the motions Tech flashes to him anyway.

Did you see him?

"Does it matter?" he throws back in a whisper, though that's an answer enough.

For a fleeting moment, he could swear Tech smiled as brief and fleeting as he sometimes does. You did the right thing, he sends back, and Crosshair feels something loosen inside him that he didn't know was there. It makes sense though – they never keep things from each other. Never have a reason to. Except Lula, anyway, and Hunter blew that when Echo joined them. (Oh, he still owes Crosshair a set of not-nearly broken ribs for that.)

Somehow, falling asleep after that is... easier. The uncertainty and uneasiness are replaced with something calmer and a soft, glowing gratitude. Even if his head throbs distantly for some inexplicable reason. It should be better in the morning.

**w**

It's not better in the morning. It's not worse, either though.

Crosshair thought he was the only one, until Hunter nearly slams into the wall as he leaves their room, his right hand pressed against his head. Wrecker's still sleeping, and Tech takes off after Hunter, who just keeps moving like nothing happened, to make sure he's alright on some level or other. Echo's awake now, though he's glaring at nothing straight ahead of himself, his mind clearly a million miles away.

With Tech gone after Hunter, Crosshair stops by Echo.

"None of this makes sense," he says firmly. "I cannot believe the Jedi would commit treason."

Everything with Echo was... complicated. Crosshair doesn't know him the same as his other brothers, but he cares about him no less. How could he? Echo is the first person who wanted them. Who chose them. That means more than... anything else. It means as much as how it had been the four of them together, looking out for each other, alone for years. But Echo, despite being one of them, still has others he cares for who they don't know. He was... close with his general. It makes Crosshair's mind jump back to Skako Minor, when they fought the droids there together.

"If anyone could have survived, General Skywalker would have," Crosshair tells him, hand dropping to the cyborg's shoulder.

Echo huffs out a sigh. "Yes. He would have."

He leaves it at that. There's nothing more they can say, anyway.

They all move to the cockpit, per usual, when Tech tells them they're coming out over Kamino. Hunter is dead quiet the entire time. It's unnerving to see him sitting so still. They have to transmit a clearance code, which wouldn't be that abnormal if everything else happening weren't so abnormal. They've forgone 'normal' on Kaller, and they won't be getting it back. Crosshair just isn't quite sure what to think about that.

The hangar is... surprisingly full, and there are clones moving everywhere, but that's not what catches his eye most. "Why are the Coruscant Guard here?" Crosshair asks, instinctively turning to Tech, who already has his datapad out.

"This isn't a drill," is all he offers.

Wrecker groans. "What did we miss now?"

"The end of the war," one of the Coruscant Guard replies, stepping forwards.

Hunter twitches. It's the first real reaction he's had since he came here. "Say again, trooper?"

"General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The Separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over."

"Just like I said," Tech says.

Wrecker gasps unnecessarily dramatically. "It is just like you said."

But Crosshair's eyes are on the stretcher the clones are carrying by. It's covered with a cloth, hiding the person on it, but he can see clearly that it's not a clone, especially when a lightsaber clanks onto the floor. One of the Coruscant Guard picks it up, and they move on without a word. So, the Jedi here was killed, too.

It really did happen everywhere.

Not that Crosshair doubted it did – it's just overwhelming. And a little mind-blowing.

From there, they head to their room. The walk is quiet, quieter than it should be. He doesn't mind the silence, but it means that his brothers aren't at their best. And as they go, the more regs they pass, the more certain Crosshair is that something is very wrong. He can't place it, but something about the way the others are moving is too... robotic. Too empty, just like Hunter is right now.

And he doesn't understand it.

When they get back, Tech is the first inside, making a beeline to his work table.

Wrecker is second, dropping his helmet onto a crate pile inside the doorway. "Good to be back."

Echo stops inside the doorway, scanning their room. He's still new here – most of the time they were together, they've been away on missions, some of which draw out for weeks. "The smell's getting worse."

Hunter pauses beside him, patting his shoulder. The first real emotion he's shown so far. "You're still new. You'll get used to it."

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair interjects, shoving past them.

"Well, I'll get the board!" Wrecker decides cheerfully, pulling out his knife and moving for the board. Crosshair moves to the crates by his bunk, setting down his rifle. Echo is already by Tech, and Hunter follows a bit slower, more uncertainly. "Eleven more successful missions. Like there was ever any doubt."

"Kaller wasn't a win," Echo objects.

Wrecker throws himself onto his bunk, picking up Lula. "Says who? We completed our objective."

"Not every objective," Hunter argues.

For a moment, everyone stills, all eyes turning to Hunter. They all knew, Crosshair suspects, that this would come up again and that they'd have to address it. The silence that settles over them briefly again is... unsettling, unwelcome, a sign alone that something is wrong.

As if anyone needs the reminder.

"None of this makes sense," Echo says finally, frustration leaking into his voice, and he slams his still human hand on the table for emphasis. "Those clones served alongside General Billaba for years! How could they turn on her like that?"

"Because of the regs' programming," Tech replies.

The what?

No one voices it, but it must've been hanging heavily enough in the air for Tech to elaborate, anyway. "It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones to engineer them to follow orders without question."

That explains things, and he's about to say so, but then Wrecker laughs, jumping off his bunk and hitting Lula in Crosshair's face. "We sure don't!" Leave it to Wrecker to interrupt very serious conversations with absolute nonsense at the worst time. Crosshair shoves him off, glowering at him.

"Obviously, we are different," Tech continues in the background, working on whatever machine he's busying himself with this time, ignoring his younger brothers' brawl. "They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind."

Wrecker whacks Crosshair in the face a few more times – at least Lula is soft – before finally going back to his bunk.

"My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming," Tech continues, pausing to look up, gaze lingering on Hunter, "Though I can't be 100% certain of it." Hunter glances at him, eyes narrowed, but he doesn't argue.

"If all regs were programmed, why didn't I react like the others?" Echo queries.

"The damage you sustained on Skako Minor most likely wiped out all of your preset behavioral modifications. You are more machine than man... percentagewise, at least."

Echo sighs. "Lucky me."

"All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic," the announcer says through the speaker systems.

That seemed almost unusually fast.

**w**

"– And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled," the once-Chancellor says, the image displayed on a holoscreen in front of the gathered clones. "The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated. The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed."

"You can say that again," Wrecker agrees loudly.

"But I assure you. My resolve has never been stronger! In order to ensure the security and continuing stability –"

That's when Crosshair sees it, a small figure standing next to Nala Se in the overhead hall. It's not a clone, though something about the child looks... similar. Except it looks... different and has blond hair. Their features are a bit softer, smoother, less sharp and darkened, similar to how Crosshair imagines Rex would've looked like when he was younger. Rex was mutated, much like Clone Force 99, his hair being blond instead of dark brown, and his features are slightly different to match that. Surprise flits across her face, and for a moment, he's certain she's looking at... him?

"What is it?" Tech asks, and Crosshair glances over at him. Except he's looking at Hunter, who must've seen it, too.

"Nothing," Hunter answers for him, and when he looks back, the child is... gone.

"The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!"

"Galactic Empire?" Echo hisses furiously.

The regs in the background are cheering, as if they're clueless to how many killed the Jedi they were working with thoughtlessly.

"Still don't think the regs were programmed?" Tech asks rhetorically.

No one answers as they leave, but Echo starts talking the moment the hall is slightly less busy as the clones move back to their barracks. "Galactic Empire? We're soldiers of the Republic!"

They were fighting to end the war, though now that it's over, Crosshair has no idea what that will mean for them. Presumably, they will become soldiers of this... empire. Any other time, he wouldn't think twice about it. Before, he wouldn't have minded. But now, after... Order 66, after watching the strange, numb, cold air surrounding Hunter, he's not so sure. He doesn't know what to think about this... Empire.

"This is what we fought for," Hunter points out.

"Is it?" Crosshair asks.

Hunter stops abruptly, raising his hand, signaling them to stop. "We've got company."

That's... strange.

They all turn, spreading out a bit to look at the small figure behind them.

"Hello," the child greets them cheerfully, excitedly. It's the same one standing beside Nala Se.

"What's that?" Wrecker asks, crouching and leaning back and forth, inspecting her.

Tech steps forwards, shoving him out of the way. "Adolescent human female. Origins... uncertain."

What is she doing here on Kamino? Only the clones and Kaminoans are here, aside from the Jedi who started coming after the war, and the trainers. She couldn't be either.

"My name's Omega. I was wondering when you guys would come back."

"... you know us?" Crosshair asks finally.

"Hunter, Echo, Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair. You're Clone Force 99," she answers, looking to each in turn.

"Why are you here on Kamino?" Echo queries.

Omega's response is interrupted when Nala Se rounds the corner. "She is doing her job, of course," the Kaminoan replies, laying a hand on the girl's shoulder. "She is my medical assistant, one with a curious mind that causes her to wander. Come, Omega. There is work to do."

Nala Se turns to leave, and Omega follows, pausing at the corner to wave to them before disappearing.

**w**

Sometimes, Crosshair does not know why he puts up with the rest of his brothers. Wrecker and Tech are squabbling loudly in the background while Echo looks between them as if he's certain a bomb is about to go off in his face again – and it's not a very inaccurate description, either. Hunter's late, and Crosshair would very much like to eat in peace. Doesn't help that his head is still throbbing for some reason, and it seems minimally worse from the light and noise. So, no, his brothers' argument is not helping anything at all.

Somehow, Wrecker seems to think using his giant size to tower over everyone will be intimidating to the older brother he was raised with, and Tech thinks he can reason with someone who clearly lacks half of normal human brain power. Arguing with a duracrete wall would have more progress.

"An Imperial's been sent to evaluate the clones," Hunter tells them, setting his tray down next to Tech and climbing onto the bench, "Everybody's talking about it." And, of course, with his presence, the chaos calms immediately.

"What kind of evaluation?" Echo inquires.

"Hopefully not mental." Tech says with a pointed look at Wrecker, "Clearly, we'll never pass that."

Wrecker freezes, looking at Echo.

"Anyone who thinks we need a mental evaluation needs one themself," Crosshair points out dryly, because anyone can tell the answer merely by looking at them. Or at Wrecker, anyway.

"Hello again," Omega's voice says, and she sets a tray down next to Hunter, climbing onto the edge of the bench.

All of them freeze, eyes lifting to her. She's smiling, cheerful, not how the regs do whenever they interact. She looks... genuinely happy to be here. The only other person who ever has was Echo, and that was... different.

"Omega. From...earlier? In the... corridor?" she asks, suddenly looking nervous when no one responds.

"We remember, kid. Don't you have someplace to be?" Hunter answers finally after a painfully long moment of silence.

"No," she says cheerfully, picking up her spoon, "I'll stay."

"You want to sit with us?" Tech queries, leaning forwards, and Omega nods. "That's never happened before." The only person who has wanted to stay with them is Echo, and that was a different situation.

"Wow," Wrecker states, staring at her.

"I like you," she answers by way of explanation as the others slowly return to eating, "You don't fit in around here either."

This whole situation is beyond strange, though Crosshair opts to do what he always does – stays quiet and watches. Observes. He doesn't understand why Omega is here, but no doubt she'll be off momentarily, anyway. If she's Nala Se's lab assistant, she doesn't fit with them, either. Not that Crosshair is opposed to her being around if she wants to.

"Don't you have a family somewhere?" Hunter asks, glancing at her again. He's not being outright hostile – Hunter never is – but he doesn't sound happy, either. It's unusual, though. Normally, he would try to talk to her. Right now, it sounds more like a passive-aggressive sort of way of trying to convince her to leave.

With Tech and Hunter between them, Crosshair can't see her very well, but he can see enough to know she stills. "No," she says, some of the excitement slipping from her voice, "Not really."

"What are you really doing here on Kamino?"

"I... was born here," she answers slowly.

She's lonely, he realizes. Clones aren't trained for empathy, but Crosshair can still read his brothers well, and he knows enough about emotions – has felt them enough at that age himself – to see it on her. Omega clearly isn't alone by her choice, either. Crosshair and his brothers have always had each other, but she hasn't even had that.

Except they are soldiers, and she is not. She's too young to understand what that means though. Too young to see that she very much does not belong with them. Too young to understand that if she sticks around, it'll only mean dragging her into the danger that constantly accompanies them. This isn't like with Echo, where his... abilities and injuries made him too different to ever fit in with the regs again. Omega's a child, who knows nothing about... any of what they are.

But still.

Crosshair doesn't want to tell her off.

Knowing Hunter, his brother will do it for him, though he doesn't know he wants that, either.

He was intent on ignoring everything else for a little while, except then more regs show up. And that goes like it always does, except Omega is the first to react, which is... odd. The more he sees of her, the more certain he is that she'll find a way in, no matter what they try doing to keep her out.

"Apologize to my friends," she snaps, glaring at the reg.

Wrecker laughs, elbowing Echo who jumps and glares at him. "I like this kid!"

"What did you say to me?" the reg yells, stalking forwards towards Omega.

Hunter looks up, glaring with far more heat than Crosshair has seen him capable of unless one of his brothers is being especially stupid at the time – or maybe it's just that he's starting to read too much into everything Hunter is doing. Everything about him feels... off. "Stand down," he orders sharply, standing.

Across from them, Wrecker rises, smirking. Crosshair can't say who moved first – he really was intending to ignore them, but he thinks one of the regs tried attacking Hunter, and Wrecker outright threw his tray in the reg's face.

Echo dodges something that was thrown at him before jumping into the fight, too – he's fortunate his reflexes are so swift, because his cybernetics are finicky when it comes to liquid.

Tech being Tech, of course, swings right off his bench and jumps into the fray. And they consider him the smartest?

Crosshair would've been perfectly content to ignore everyone beat each other up in the background if Echo hadn't promptly landed in his tray. If the regs want a fight that badly, he'll give them one. He throws his tray at a bystander's face, and the fight is on.

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