Chapter 1 - I've Got Nothing Left to Live For
Plot: In the quest to find Omega, the remainder of the Bad Batch stumble on an old Republic base while following the trail of what they hope is of a surviving Jedi. Instead, they walk into a Sith trap, and awaken back in the Clone Wars. Finding one another scattered across the galaxy may be more difficult than it seems.
Author's Note: You know what they say about curiosity killing the cat? It... keeps happening.
This is for the Clone Bang, and it'll be updated twice a week until it's done. :) The two awesome artists who drew art for this fic are pidgotto (on tumblr and on Instagram) and aceinspaceart (on tumblr and ace. in. space. art on Instagram - remove spaces). The links for the art will be on ao3, in the chapters which they're for.
~ Rivana Rita
Echo seemed certain this might work. Hunter... isn't, but it's the only chance they have. And they have to try. There's nothing he wouldn't be willing to try. Nothing he wouldn't be willing to do.
Anything, so they can get Omega back.
She gave them purpose. They were supposed to take care of her – they would do anything for her. They would die for her.
They... did.
Tech did.
Any of them would've done it.
And it feels like a part of him died there, too. Wrecker is the only one of the brothers he grew up with who he has left. Tech... used to be the middle. He always was. Now, it's Hunter. Even if he's still – somehow – supposed to be their leader.
He feels... empty. The Marauder is quiet, too quiet.
It would be easier if Tech was here. At least that way, everything would make a small amount of sense. They hadn't even had time to grieve or process before they lost Omega, too.
So, when Echo suggested they go to this now-abandoned Republic base, despite the potential dangers, Hunter didn't think twice. But now that he's here, now that he's inside – he left Echo and Wrecker with the ship, so he could scout out alone, just in case – he knows something's wrong. He can't even say what it is, but it's... something.
He senses it, that energy is pooling to center at a point in... the middle of the room, which doesn't make sense.
Something in the darkness is shimmering red. If Omega were here, Hunter would tell her to stay back, because it looks... dangerous. He knows it is, but after... after, he can't even care about that anymore – not so long as they take the chance they have.
He should hold back, should wait. Something is... wrong.
Hunter knows that, so he doesn't know why he moves forwards, anyway. He can almost hear Tech's voice in his mind, telling him to be careful, that this is dangerous, and they don't know anything about the Jedi's Force abilities, or whatever this object is.
But in the end, he can't change the past. He can't turn back time. He can't... bring them back.
Tech should have been here with them. He would have been, if Hunter hadn't let them go in blindly after Crosshair. Because for all that they want their little brother back, this isn't about what they want. It's about survival.
It's about Omega. It's always about Omega.
And in that hope-driven moment, he let himself forget that.
They lost Tech for that. They lost...
Everything.
And there is nothing he wouldn't do to get them all back.
The energy in the room is shifting, pulsing. The object is... radiating energy. It's gathering, whirling around it in a violent storm, and...
Hunter doesn't really remember what happened next.
**w**
He's dreaming again. Dreaming that he's falling – of all the things in the galaxy – but that's impossible, because he's in an Imperial base somewhere. He's...
Something catches him before he hits the ground.
Crosshair doesn't want to wake up. He Does Not Want to wake up again – hasn't since the outpost when Mayday – and even before that, since Kaller – but it's happening anyway, one bit at a time.
Everything is distant, hazy. And everything aches.
It's been doing that for a while though.
But the surface he's on feels... unfamiliar and there are voices in the background. Regs?
"It's alright, Rex, he's not a threat," a voice says, a voice that's too deep and smooth to be one of the regs and Crosshair could swear it's familiar though he can't place it right now.
Wait.
Rex?
Definitely a dream.
Unless... they found him. But they wouldn't come after him. He's not... he left them. It's not worth the risk. They wouldn't – he tried to kill them. He hurt them. They didn't before, and they...
Just need to be safe.
"He just appeared here!" someone else argues – it's a reg.
"That... isn't the strangest thing that's happened today, Fives," the other voice replies.
Someone else is talking, though a bit more distant, less distinct. Other people are talking more distantly.
He doesn't want to wake up.
Someone is moving closer, though.
The world spins and tilts dangerously when Crosshair shoves himself upright, anyway – that's when he realizes for the first time that he can move. He's not... restrained, for the first time in a very long time.
How long has it been? He's not sure.
"Hey," the same deep-but-smooth voice says, and he looks up.
It's... a Jedi. Weren't they all dead? And not just any Jedi. It's... Anakin Skywalker. He's alive. Echo would want to know he's alive.
His hands clench, nails digging into his palms. He's been doing that a lot. It... hurts. Everything hurts. A year ago, it wouldn't even have been a question. A year ago, Echo would be here to tell.
"What's your name?"
It's been a very, very long time since someone asked him that. "Crosshair." He can't even remember when someone asked him that.
If he's surprised, Crosshair can't really tell. He used to be good at reading people. He was good with his brothers, at least. He could always see it. But that was... a year ago. "You're a clone?"
Why is he acting like he doesn't know? "Perceptive," he growls in response to the incredibly stupid question.
The Jedi glances over his shoulder, where the regs are gathering around. There are many of them, mostly 501st, judging from their armor, and another Jedi Crosshair doesn't recognize. There's Rex – Crosshair recognizes him, though he sees no recognition on his face. Not as if Crosshair entirely recognizes himself anymore, either.
There's another that looks familiar, too. Is that... Kix?
And... one of them has a five tattoo. Fives. Echo's former squad member. Crosshair has seen holos of him before. He knows what he looks like, though Fives is dead, so maybe it's just... coincidence?
"How did you get here?" He's a Jedi. He ought to be... cautious, at least, but he doesn't sound like he's assessing a threat. But Anakin was always... different, too.
"Where am I?"
"Ringo Vinda," the Jedi answers immediately, "On the battle front."
Battlefront? There... is a battle here? The war is over. Mostly. Even if the Separatists have stray resistance left here and there, for the most part, it's... done. He doesn't... like this.
Something twitches slightly in Anakin's expression. Confusion, maybe. "I don't think you meant to come here," he realizes. "You don't know any more than we do, do you?"
No. Not at all.
"I think there's a greater concern," the other Jedi speaks up finally. She, unlike Anakin, looks angry, though it's not a species Crosshair has seen before, so he could be wrong. She's looking pointedly towards where a reg is being restrained next to Kix.
Just seeing it feels too... familiar, even if Crosshair has no idea what's happening.
Anakin glances over at her, finally standing from where he was crouching, pressing a hand to his forehead. He's swaying a little unsteadily, which is... odd, but Crosshair feels as numb to that as he does to everything. It's not like... there's anything that matters anymore. He tried to warn his brothers about the kid, but he has no idea if they got his message.
"Are you alright, sir?" Rex asks, stepping forwards.
"I'm fine," Anakin waves him off. "The disturbance in the Force that brought him here was, understandably, strong. It's like a... wormhole of sorts, but I suspect this is far more significant than we realize. It feels like something... shattered and broke, and... something fell through, in more than one place. But the center is... elsewhere, and the Force is too clouded for me to see clearly."
Crosshair pushes himself to his feet, swaying unsteadily himself. He doesn't want to stay down, but his head is throbbing, and he just wants to rest. He wants... to stop being alone. He just wants his brothers.
Not that he deserves that – or them – anymore.
The room they're in is... large. Crosshair doesn't recognize it specifically, but it looks like a command center somewhere. Like... a droid command center.
"Good soldiers follow orders," a voice says, and he freezes. It takes a long moment to realize it wasn't coming from his own mind, but... someone. The reg that's being restrained. And somehow, this is starting to make much more sense. "Good soldiers follow orders."
Kix waves his hand in front of the reg's face. Rex, Anakin, and the clone that looks like Fives are all gathered around now, with varying expressions of worry.
Crosshair himself was there, once. Now, he's seeing it again, just from the outside. He has no idea how his brothers felt, when he lost control of himself. He wouldn't know. He never looked. He couldn't... think about anything except that they were traitors.
The kid's "you're still their brother, Crosshair" hadn't really made sense to him until about a month ago. That was after Cody left, and when... he doesn't really know. But something in him is... changing. But it was somewhere around when Cody left, that the remains of his irrational anger faded entirely.
"Kill the Jedi!" the reg yells, finally focusing on the other Jedi in the room and lunging at her. She lashes out, lifting him with the Force, expression still tight with anger.
"We have to get him back to the cruiser," Anakin objects, laying a calming hand on the other Jedi's shoulder. She nods tightly, dropping the reg to the floor.
It's mostly instinct that spurs him forwards to join them. He knows what's happening, at least to a point, and he's probably the only person who does. What he doesn't understand is why the Jedi are acting as though they don't understand this. They have clones everywhere here. They deserve to know what's happening. They're... brothers.
"Alright, Kix," Anakin says, turning back to him, "We have to get him back up to the medbay. And figure out what's going on."
"You mean your personal medbay, sir?" the other clone asks dryly.
"If I had one, Fives," the Jedi replies cheerfully, "It wouldn't be hospitable for anyone else."
"That's the unfortunate truth," Kix replies, standing. "I'll sedate him." Anakin nods to him, turning away.
Crosshair has to turn away at the violent, and completely unexpected, surge of fear that runs through him at the sight of needles. It's not like... he's back there again.
"I don't know Tup that well," Rex remarks, "But I can't understand why he would kill General Tiplar. There was no reason or provocation. It doesn't make any sense."
They don't know, do they? Crosshair hadn't... believed it, either. He still doesn't want to. But Omega had said it, and so had Hunter, no matter whether it was exactly as they thought it was. "The inhibitor chips," he finds himself saying.
Rex spins around. "The... what?"
"They're in all the clones."
"We'll look into it," Anakin promises, "When we get back there. Come on, Artoo. You're with us." A silver and blue astromech droid rolls towards him with a beep and a whistle. "You too, Crosshair. We need to figure out what's going on."
And it's not as though he has anywhere else to be, does he?
At least he's here, helping... someone.
**w**
Waking is... it is. It's just another mission, like so many others, but finding Omega is... special. It's important. Echo never really understood what it meant, until it happened – never knew what it meant to care for someone so deeply. Not like this.
Wrecker is lying motionless beside him, the Marauder nearby. But... something else is wrong.
Echo has no idea what knocked them both out. It was just so fast. Everything was normal... until it suddenly wasn't.
Overhead, he hears engines. Instinctively, Echo reaches over, shaking Wrecker's shoulder, but he doesn't move. He's out cold.
In the sky, he can see... ships. He doesn't know where they could've come from, but they're... there. Separatist-looking ships. And... Imperial. Those used to be Republic, though.
Something is very, very wrong. Wrecker's out, but he needs to find Hunter. He needs to get to Hunter and see if he can figure out what is happening.
Echo pushes himself up, shaking out any lingering soreness, and sprints towards the building. Something about it doesn't look the same on the outside, though he can't place what. It looks less dead, but more deadly.
The door is closed, though Echo had opened it for Hunter just minutes ago. He was going to go in after.
Everything about the situation screams of sheer wrongness.
Something is happening, and he's not sure what, but he doesn't like it.
Echo has long become accustomed to himself being part machine. It never really bothered him, and why would it? His General was, too. It took a long time to get accustomed to, but it's what it is.
Although this time, when he scomps into the system, something feels... off.
Something is happening, and Echo tracks the transmissions being sent back and forth, and through the system, trying to see what he can find. And just like everything else since he awoke, Echo can't even say what's wrong. But something. It feels... like there's something else in here, and he's used to that, but it feels... familiar.
It feels... like himself.
Or at least something about the interfacing of this... program, or droid, or whatever it is, feels familiar.
It reaches back, jolting down his arm and burning inside his mind like fire.
"Rex. You came back."
"Still showing off, huh, General?"
"You know me, Echo."
"Execute Order 66."
"Echo. Tech. Talk to the reg Captain. Find out what you can. Crosshair, you and I will track down the kid and make sure nothing happens to him. Wrecker, stall anyone who tries to follow us."
"None of this makes sense. Those clones served alongside General Billaba for years. How could they turn on her like that?"
"My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming. Though I can't be 100% certain of it."
"Admiral Tarkin's here. He's the one evaluating the clones."
"Why would Tarkin send us to attack our own forces?"
"Imperial files have you listed as killed in action."
"It's still hard to believe now."
"With what we're up against, we have to be prepared to fight. That means numbers and weapons."
"More and more of our brothers are waking up to what's been done to them. I can't turn my back on them."
"Troopers who know too much are a liability to the Empire."
"Palpatine was one step ahead of us during the war, and he's still several steps ahead of us."
"I'm going with Rex."
"You mentioned needing help with data decryption?"
He jolts back to himself with a ridiculous amount of effort, ripping his scomp out of the port, head throbbing.
That was...
It...
Was himself.
The encryption, the pattern, it felt exactly like his own. He's... in the past. Somehow, and his younger self is still on Skako Minor. And he saw everything.
Which means the Separatists know everything. Rex had mentioned to him, briefly, that the Sith were controlling everything, that they staged the war.
And Echo – along with Wrecker, and likely Hunter as well – somehow just got dragged into the past. The last thing they need is for the Separatists to know about their time travel, especially in so much detail. It's made them a target right off.
The Separatists will try to find him. They can track him. He can't endanger the others. Hunter and Wrecker have gone through so much already. As long as Echo stays with them, he'll be putting them in danger.
He stands, shaking off the pulsing pain in his head. Echo throws a final look in Wrecker's direction, almost caught off-guard by the sudden surge of longing and regret that wash through him. This is what he has to do, though. Hunter is probably here, too. When Wrecker wakes up, they'll find each other. They'll be alright. Echo will come back, as soon as he's gotten through to... someone who can help.
He'll think about what that means later.
Leaving again is hard, mostly because it feels like they should still be trying to find Omega, but that's...
It won't be worth getting the others killed, or more importantly, the dangers that could follow. If the Separatists know...
He's never liked being alone. Especially not after Skako Minor, after being alone for so long, even if he doesn't consciously remember it. It's ironic how that seems to keep happening anyway.
And Echo runs.
**w**
"Anything?" the voice asks.
"Anything," he echoes unbiddenly.
"Anything at all?" it asks, "Even if it cost... everything else?"
There is nothing else. "Yes."
His hand is throbbing even worse than his head, which is saying something. He doesn't remember what happened. The last few minutes before he passed out are blurred over with a haze of red, literally. Hunter has absolutely no idea what did happen. He thinks there was something, no, someone there, but that feels more like a dream.
The energy strong point is gone, but people are moving around. Someone is coming. It's... familiar. He recognizes the heartbeat, the footsteps, the scent.
"Hunter?" the voice calls.
Everything is still... hazy. His hand hurts like it's raw or something and he doesn't know why because he doesn't remember doing anything that could've caused that.
"Hunter!"
The sharpness and urgency are enough to jolt him back to consciousness, though he still feels frustratingly sluggish. It's...
"Cody?" Hunter asks, blinking a few times. He hasn't seen him... in a very long time.
"What are you even doing here?" He sounds confused, and the slightest bit irked.
Hunter scans the room. It looks... different. He doesn't know why or what happened since he was out, or even what knocked him out. Right. It was... a strange energy. Something to do with the Force that he knows nothing about. But everything feels different, more active. "We were looking for someone. Then I woke up here. I don't know what happened."
"We need to go," Cody urges, stepping back, and Hunter pulls himself to his feet. He still feels distant and inexplicably achy everywhere. "We're evacuating. The Separatists are overrunning the base."
The...
What?
He doesn't have time to ask questions or demand details, because the door on the far side of the room opens, and a group of battle droids marches in.
**w**
Something feels lighter. She has no idea what it is, but... something. As if the strange, dark, cold feeling that Omega has had ever since right before she left Kamino is suddenly gone. She'd become so accustomed to it that she didn't even notice it anymore.
The times it was strong enough to notice, she thought it was about Crosshair and the constant, crushing pain of his loss. They never talked about it, but she knew it was there. And then, when Echo left, and then –
"Hey," a vaguely familiar voice says, "Where'd you come from?"
Omega pulls her eyes open, blinking at the sudden change of... everything.
The last thing she remembers, she was being held prisoner, and Crosshair was... there.
But she's... in that garage. On Coruscant. Where they lost – where Echo left.
And... Trace is standing next to her, surprised and a little confused.
What. Just. Happened?
Omega sits up with a start, but her leg still throbs at the movement. It must've been broken. How Tech could walk so far on a broken leg, she doesn't know, but the mere thought of him is enough to make her want to cry. But she's... not prisoner anymore. And that doesn't make any sense. "I... don't... know," she answers, looking around. It's changed a bit since she was last here, but mostly, there's something... different about it that she can't place.
"Why do people keep appearing here today?" Trace asks incredulously, looking towards... someone else. A Togruta, Omega thinks. She's dressed in mostly blue, civilian clothing, but something about her is... doesn't look civilian. Her skin is orange, and there are white markings on her face. She's observing with narrowed blue eyes.
Omega has no idea what to say to the seeming rhetorical question. She just looks between them, wide-eyed. She... needs to find her brothers. She needs to find Crosshair again, though she has absolutely no idea where to go.
"Where were you before coming here?" the Togruta asks, stepping forwards.
"I... don't know," Omega admits, because she really doesn't. She has no idea how she got back to Coruscant. "I was captured by the Empire."
"Empire?" Trace echoes. The Togruta twitches slightly, and they exchange confused looks. There's no sense of recognition in Trace's expression, and this doesn't make any sense. How could she not remember her? They met only briefly, but Trace saved her life.
"I don't know anything about an Empire," the Togruta adds slowly.
What happened? Is happening? Granted, it's probably been a while, and Omega has no idea what, on galactic proportions, has changed. They never paid attention to it, because it never mattered. "What's... happening?" she asks, almost helplessly, "To the galaxy?"
Trace mostly just looks confused. "Well, the Clone Wars is going on," she replies with a shrug. "Not that it affects us down here. It doesn't really matter."
She's... different. Something about her almost seems younger, and it's not until Omega hears the mention of the Clone Wars that she puts two and two together. She's back in the Clone Wars, somehow.
Trace doesn't know her.
She has to find her brothers, but – but – what will this mean?
The war is over. For Omega, that feels like a lifetime ago, but just a year ago, she was back on Kamino, and her brothers were fighting in the war.
This... doesn't make sense.
But Omega is used to prioritizing, and categorizing, thanks to everything her brothers taught her, and her priority is always finding them. Except she has no idea how to or where in the galaxy to start.
But – Tech.
He's... still alive. He's still there.
Will they even remember her? Again? Or will all the time they spent together be... just her alone? She has to find them, which means... going back to Kamino. Maybe. She doesn't know where they are, but somehow, Omega has to find them again.
**w**
He's... never really been alone before. On missions, yes, on rare occasions, even more so after Echo left, but that was different. That wasn't... the same.
He's never been stranded somewhere alone before.
But what matters is that his brothers and Omega are safe. That's all that matters, and it definitely matters more than the hows of how he woke up in an entirely different place. Avoiding the Imperials has been hard but... survivable.
He needs to get off-planet and find his squad. They must think he's dead.
He thought he would be, too. At least, he knew the risks of dying far, far surpassed the tiny chances of him not dying. And he was... prepared for it. As prepared as anyone could be for dying.
But he made it, the way they always do, somehow.
He's thoroughly exhausted, but alive, and far less injured than he could've been.
What worries Tech the most, now, is that he doesn't know if they made it off safely, either. They had a chance. That doesn't mean he knows with complete certainty that they were able to make it off-planet to safety. The Marauder wouldn't have been much farther, but anything could've happened.
They didn't answer when he commed them. Whether that was to avoid being tracked, or because they were out of range, or their comms were jammed, he doesn't know.
Either way, he's... somewhere else now.
Up ahead Tech sees... a very familiar building.
This is...
Not good.
**w**
His neck is still sore. Waking up in this position is decidedly uncomfortable.
Wrecker pushes himself upright with a groan. Echo is gone. That's the first thing that sets him off.
Then...
He hears something. A very, very familiar something – the clanking of battle droids. He hasn't heard that since the Clone Wars, since Kaller, when... they were all together. All the way back before they found the kid.
A lifetime ago, when they were still a family, still together, still happy, still...
Before they lost Crosshair and Tech and Omega.
Hunter isn't back out yet. Once, that wouldn't have worried him. Now, it does. Now, all he can think about is how Echo is gone – even if he's just out of sight – and so is Hunter. And that anything could be happening to them, could already have happened to them.
Their comms ring to the fullest, and no one answers.
There's nothing. It's empty, soundless, just like it was when Tech –
No. Nononono. They can't be gone. They can't be.
Maybe their comms are jammed, or they're somehow out of range, or...
He doesn't know.
A year ago, he'd have charged the droids himself, even on his own. Now, all that matters is getting the kid back.
And – and finding Crosshair, if that's... possible.
Desperation and panic are gnawing at him now. They have to be out there. They have to – he has to find them.
And Wrecker doesn't even know why there are battle droids moving around here, because it doesn't make any sense. He hasn't seen them since the Clone Wars was over, and he doesn't know why they're here now, but that's not what matters.
The Marauder can boost the signal, enough to get a connection to... elsewhere. He doesn't know the detailed workings – Tech would – and doesn't much care, either. Hunter and Echo aren't answering, and he has no idea if they're alright or alive or –
He boards the ship, closing the ramp behind him.
He doesn't know if this will matter, doesn't know if they're even out there anymore for this to matter. A sense of raw panic is gnawing him from the inside out and he really, really just wants to cry.
Everything would make sense if Tech was still here.
He almost doesn't know why he's trying, except that short of calling one of them, he has nothing and nowhere to start. He doesn't even know what to do.
Except, when he comms the others again, it's... not them who answers.
It's...
Wrecker just stares, frozen, at the hologram that flickers to life.
"Well, this is unexpected," Tech supplies finally.
"Tech?" he chokes out.
He's – he's gone. But he looks... younger. The stripes on his armor are red instead of orange, and it looks like it did back during the war.
"Is this a prank?" an even more familiar voice asks – Crosshair. Wrecker hasn't heard him since Kamino, when... When everything started falling. But at least they had Omega then, and they don't even have her anymore.
"No!" his own voice protests, and all four of them are crowding in the edge of the hologram now. Crosshair, leaning back in his seat next to Tech, arms crossed over his chest, his helmet covering his face, but Wrecker can still imagine it with the incredulous sharpness his voice held. Hunter, standing between the two, and... himself, standing behind Crosshair. (It almost feels like a mockery, a reminder of what they used to be.)
"You resemble Wrecker, but you are clearly not him, because he is right beside me. Who are you?" Tech asks. Seeing him again is gutting. It's a spot-on reminder of everything they lost and...
Is this a dream? Because if it is, he never wants to wake up.
"I don't know what's happening," he blurts out, practically rambling, but he has no idea how else to explain it. "I woke up by the Marauder, and Hunter and Echo weren't answering their comms."
Hunter's brow furrows. "Who's Echo?" he asks, and that's when it finally clicks. The reason for the droids, the fact that Tech and Crosshair are here, and himself, their armor, and how young they all look. They're his brothers, but they aren't... his brothers.
His shoulders slump. Thinking of a time before Echo came feels almost unreal by now. "You don't know him yet?"
Tech adjusts his goggles – seeing that somehow hurts even more – and Crosshair glances over at him and Hunter. His younger-self looks as blown away as Wrecker himself feels. "Should we?" Hunter queries.
"This's the past," he tries explaining. "This already happened."
"Are you trying to say you time traveled?" Tech asks finally.
That – makes sense. Maybe. He nods, willing himself to not break down until this conversation is over. It's not working.
The younger Wrecker gasps. "That's possible?"
"Evidently," Crosshair replies, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Come to Kamino," Hunter says, stepping forwards, "We'll figure this out together."
"I do not much like the prospect of Wrecker flying the Marauder," Tech objects, ignoring both Wreckers mutual yelps. "I do not want your affinity for explosions to extend to our ship."
He can't even argue that. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't even feel reason – need – to argue with Tech anymore.
"So... we have another brother?" the younger Wrecker asks, followed by a muffled agreement from Crosshair.
Wrecker has to reluctantly concede Tech's point two minutes into trying to take off. Flying when he can't see is very, very hard. (Tech hangs up so he can have his breakdown alone. Wrecker really wishes he hadn't.)
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