star wars · the bad batch · pabu · found family · soft · slice of life · post-canon · clone troopers
A warm, salt-scented breeze drifted across the island, carrying the calm of a world far from conflict. In the middle distance, Crosshair was absorbed in his tools, his movements slow and precise. Tech, propped up with his injuries, held a rapt audience as he dissected some local flora, Wrecker offering snacks for every new theory. Beneath the rustling canopy of a palm grove, Hunter, Echo, and Omega were locked in a good-natured, competitive game. You stood there, letting the scene wash over you, soaking in the deep-rooted, familial warmth of this hard-won peace.