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“You’re just a set of holes.” (Lulu)
The statement actually makes her falter, slightly. Normally calm, cool, and collected, Lulu feels each of his words sink in. For a split second, she feels the familiar warmth of arousal settle in her core before she pushes it away. She can’t possibly be turned on by such a degrading statement. How weird would that be?
“Please. Just because I’m so far out of your league, you gotta say something like that?”
It isn’t as though this is the first time she’s heard the words. It is, however, the first time Cerise has heard them, in the middle of the club she works at after the new laws have passed. She has no right to refuse the command. Her body is anyone’s to use, no matter the time, the place, or her willingness. 
Still, she turns soft eyes on him as she slowly assumes the proper position. “Are…you sure you want me right here?” The music is loud and there’s another dancer on stage but she can feel the eyes of the patrons on her. “There’s a nice room we use for private dances, if you’d prefer.”
“Like? Someone’s thinking highly of themselves again.” Ruby laughs, shaking her head. “I said that you could maybe be useful, in a way, if you used all that witchy goodness for my benefit. You know, like a tool. It’s not like I like all my makeup brushes. Tools have to be super special for me to like them.”
“way better asset than brains.” From Katherine
A firm pout tugs at her lips. Scarlett hates how insecure the gorgeous brunette makes her feel. 
“I’m very smart. T-Top in my class, I-I bet.”
“calling you trash would be insulting to trash.” From Penelope
Alex feels her shoulders slouch at the stinging statement. Trying and failing to bolster herself, she draws a shaky breath. 
“I’m not… trash. You can’t just say that to people”
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Lulu looks at the blonde, a smirk settling on dark, glossy lips as her eyes spark almost cruelly. 
“Pretty? I mean some people go for the stupid, desperate shut thing you have going for you. But you’re far too clothed for that crowd.”
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Chapter 2: Work, Armor and… Clones?
Warnings: I don’t think there is any warnings in this? Not as much angst, more chill. Crosshair is being an annoying tease. LMK if I missed anything
Authors note: Who, me? Writing fanfiction instead of dealing with my real life issues? It’s more likely than you think. This chapter was originally going to be way longer, but I decided to split it into two chapters instead. Also, thank you guys so much for the love I’ve received on the first chapter! It was so amazing, I never could’ve thought people were actually gonna be interested in this! So thank you guys so much!
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A loud noise woke you up. You had fallen asleep on the floor and now your body was punishing you for it, making every muscle ache as you slowly stood up. What time was it? How long had you been asleep?
Another loud noise, matched with flash of light. You looked out the window. To say it was pouring down would be an understatement. The rain was so heavy, you could barely see the sea right below you. But at least you quickly found the source of the noise and the lights. Surprise, surprise, it was thunder and lightning.
Realising you hadn’t had anything to eat since you left Coruscant - not that a rations bar was much food in itself - you decided to head towards the kitchen. Even with the lights off, the hallways were still unsettling to walk through. They were so bare, so white, too much like a hospital and nothing at all like a home. How could anyone comfortably live like this?
“Hello, miss,” Lazie greeted you, as you entered the kitchen. “Have you come for your meal?”
“Eh… Yea, I guess? How’d you know?”
“Living organisms need food in order to fuel their energy source. You have not eaten since leaving your home on Coruscant, meaning you have gone far too long with no fuel. I tried to bring you some food earlier, but you were asleep, another necessity for regaining energy.”
You just blinked slowly at the small droid. You were definitely not awake enough for this conversation.
“Ah, yes, apologies for my ramblings. It will be ready in a minute, please do have patience.”
The kitchen and the living room was actually just one big room. And for a room so big, it felt so empty. It had furniture alright, but they were clearly never used. You smirked to yourself. Seems like it was up to you, to give this furniture a reason for it’s existence.
“Here is your food, miss. Please enjoy.” Lazie said, carrying a tray of the most boring, bland-looking food you had ever seen. Was this what your dad always ate?
You thanked the droid and sat down at the small table, that was designated for eating. While eating, you stared out the big window that covered an entire wall, letting yourself get hypnotised by how the rain hit large glass.
It’s not that it didn’t rain on Coruscant. It did. But never this much, and the rain would rarely reach down to the level you lived in. You had pretty much only experienced the rain, when you were heading up to the higher levels for school. That was one of the only good things, having a parent working for the Republic . You actually managed to get a decent education out of it.
“Mornin’ sweetcheeks!” Your dads voice pulled you away from your train of thoughts. “Finally getting some grub, huh? Is it good?” His voice was awfully chipper, considering it was barely 0400.
“it’s…. Edible,” You reply, turning to face him. Stars, he looked old. He had only been gone 3 years, but he looked at least 10 years older. How hard were they working him? “I’d much rather have some of your famous blue-milk pancakes.”
“Maybe another time,” he said, as he made himself a cup of caf. “You should probably hit the ‘fresher and then put on the suit I left on your desk. You’re coming to work with me.”
“Work? I don’t even know what you do, Dad.” You stood up, walking over to get yourself some caf. Your dad quickly moved to stand in the way, giving you one of those annoying cheeky dad smiles.
“Well, then you’re about to find out. You’re not here for a vaction Y/N, you’re here because you assaulted someone. Which is serious. Maybe getting some structure and work ethics would be good for you. Now, get going, we can’t be late.” Your dad grabbed your shoulder and lightly pushed you towards the refresher.
You wanted to interrupt him, reminding him that you hadn’t done anything wrong, that the bastard deserved to get punched, but you didn’t get the chance. Instead, you just walked towards the refresher, while yelling in the most annoyed-kid voice you could muster: “You’re such a dad!”
“That’s my job!” He cheerfully replied.
Your shower had been cut short. Just as the warm water was about to ease your tense muscles, your dad had pounded on the door, demanding you hurried up. And you had barely been able to put on the gray jumpsuit and black work boots your dad left on the desk, before he was pulling you out the door and towards his job. Which, he had still not told you what it was.
Dad was grumbling about being late, while he was walking fast steps, causing you to semi-run in order to keep up with him. You had suggested that he could just head to work without you, which he apparently did not find amusing. Old him would have .
“Ha! Told ya he’d show, you now owe me two credits!” A voice boomed through the hangar.
You stopped moving, as a man larger than life was heading towards you. Or, more precisely, towards your father. You had never seen a man so big - at least, a human man - and you were pretty sure he could just snap you half, if he wanted to.
“I never agreed to that bet, Wrecker! I was just stating -” the stranger from yesterday was following the giant, his index finger raised in protest.
Your stomach was pulling knots, as the memories from the previous day came flooding back with the stranger. He seemed to be friends with the giant, and you silently prayed that he wasn’t mad about how you treated him. You were never one to shy away from a fight, but you definitely wouldn’t be able to win one against him.
“See anything you like, Dollface ?” the hot breathe hitting the shell of your ear, was contrasting the rather cold voice that spoke. It caused a shiver to run down your spine and land deep down in your stomach.
You squeeled out a yelp, as you instinctively reached up to cover your ear and spun around with a step back. That caused everybody’s attention to land on you. Great .
The owner of the voice had leaned down to reach your ear, but now that you were facing him, he straightened back up. He was slim and tall and had this annoying smug smirk on his face, clearly amused over the reaction you gave him. At least he had been kind enough to tattoo a big mark around his right eye, giving you something to aim for when you hit him.
“Right, I should probably introduce you,” your dad cut in, stopping you, before you even had the chance to raise your hand. He placed a hand around your shoulder and pulled into a somewhat sideways hug. “Guys, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, and…” he had pointed at each guy as he announced them, but stopped in his tracks to look around. “Where’s Hunter?”
“Still testing out the new filters you added to his helmet.” Tech answered.
“Oh well, you’ll meet him later.” Your dad continued, giving you a small squeeze. “This is Clone Force 99, also known as The Bad Batch.” “Clones!?” you could not hide the shock in your voice or the surprised look on your face. If you had seen one clone, you had seen them all, and these guys definitely did not look like any other clone.
“Surprised?” you managed to catch the yelp in your throat this time, as the hot breathe once again hit the shell of your ear. It had once again caused a shiver down your spine and for you to protectively cover your ear from the man named Crosshair. He just gave you another smug look and you just glared back at him. It was like he was begging for you to hit him.
“Yea, clones,” your dad laughed. He started walking over to his workshop and you quickly followed suit, wanting to create some distance between you and Crosshair. “They’re defective clones, with desirable mutations, which is why they come here a lot.”
You scrunched your nose at his description. How could he ever describe another being as 'defective’? Like they were objects, rather than people. The dad you knew would never say such a thing .
“I make adjustments, upgrades and whatnots to the clone armor.” He said, as he opened up the door to his workshop.
A wave of relieve came over you at the view. This felt more like home . The walls were still blinding white, but they were covered in artwork and family photos and pieces of armor that has been painted in all kinds of weird ways. It was clear your dad obviously spent most of his time here.
With a pat on your back, your dad brought your focus back to him. “You can help Wrecker. I worked with him last on that workstation,” he pointed to a table with a holo projector connected to it. “So his blueprints should still be there.”
“I still don’t know how any of this works, though…” You reminded him.
“You’ll figure it out.” He was already starting up his own workstation. When he noticed you weren’t moving, he gave you a stern look. “This is not a democracy, Y/N, it’s a dictatorship. Now get going!”
“Yea, a dictatorship, alright..” You muttered under your breathe, as you walked towards the workstation. Your dad shot you a warning look, but you ignored it. He always used that phrase, when he didn’t want to fight with you. It always annoyed you.
Wrecker jumped onto the worktable, which surprisingly didn’t cave under his weight. He drummed his fingers against the side of the table, as he looked everywhere but at you. You kinda appreciated it, since you were struggling to figure out how to work the kaminoan technology.
“Soooo…..” Wrecker dragged out, not even letting a minute pass in silence. “What’s it like being a girl?”
You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from that question. It was so genuine and so innocent. “I can honestly say, I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before. Well, how much time have you got?” You say, as you quickly catch your breathe again. You smile at him.
Wrecker smiles back and by the maker, it was the most genuine and sincere smiles you had gotten in a long time. It made you ease up a bit. Maybe being here wouldn’t be so bad anyways ?
You finally managed to turn on the projector and a blue holo of Wreckers armor lit up in front of you. So far so good.
“So, what’s the issue?” You ask, studying the projection.
“Erm, it’s my vibroblade. We tried attaching it to my wrist gauntlet, like we did Hunters, but it gets in the way of fighting.” He said, as he took off the armor piece that was covering his left forearm.
You pick up the gauntlet to study it closer. Stars it was heavier than it looked . But you had to agree with just the looks of it - the blade was too big for it’s placement to be convenient in any way.
“Yea, it’s a bit…. A lot.” You chuckle, at loss for a better word to describe it. “So, what should we do about it?” You looked hopeful at the clone.
Wrecker chuckled. “You’re the one who’s supposed to figure that out!” He gave you a friendly slap on the shoulder, definitely leaving a bruise in it’s wake.
“Well…..” You rubbed your arm nervously, both to soothe the spot he hit, and as a way to calm your nerves. You suddenly felt very exposed with how little you knew of this job. You looked at the gauntlet again, then back up at the blueprints. “How about you tell me about your fighting style?” you looked back at Wrecker, hoping he could spark some confidence in you. “That way, I might be able to figure out where it would be best to place the blade, without it interfering with your fighting style.”
The giant man lit up like the streetlights on Coruscant. He was more than happy to tell you about his fighting style, which often got sidetracked with stories of different missions he and his brothers had gone on. It was fun to hear, even if it made your work take longer.
As the hours passed, Wrecker continued to tell you about how he would fight. And your dad only had to do his classic fake cough to get the two of you back on track with the job a couple of times.
In the meantime, your dad continued to work with Tech, trying to find a way for him to carry as much as possible on him, in as little packaging as possible. And although Wrecker managed to make you feel more relaxed than you had in a long time, there was still this unsettling feeling creeping up behind you.
Ever since you entered the workshop, Crosshair had kept his distance. He had found a wall on the opposite end of the shop to lean against. And he hadn’t moved from that spot since. Nor had he taken his eyes off of you. You could feel them piercing through the back of your head, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. What even was his deal? Didn’t he have anything better to do, than to chew on toothpicks and stare you down ?
“Are we done yet?” Wrecker complained like a big child. “I’m hungry!”
“Almost. Just one more thing,” You said, as you typed something into the keyboard. The hours spent with Wrecker wasn’t completely used to listening to him, you had also managed to figure out how to use the workstation. “When you kneel, which knee do you usually go down on?”
“Erm…” Wrecker jumped off the table he was sitting on and knelt down a couple of times, just to be sure. “The left one. Why?”
You gave him a big smile. “Then, how about we place the blade on the side of your right calf? With the handle facing up towards your hand, of course. There, it shouldn’t be getting in the way of your fighting, while you’d still have easy access to it. What do you think?”
“Oh, YEA, that sounds great! Who knew you were gonna be pretty and smart!?” He scooped you up in a big celebratory hug.
“You think I’m pretty?” you teased, once he loosened the hug enough for you to breathe again.
“Well, you know, I mean…” He bashfully rubbed the back of his head, suddenly appearing very shy. It was adorable. He then looked up at you again, with a glint in his eyes. “How about we get some food? I’m starving!”
You looked back at your dad with pleading eyes. He nodded in approval, and you smiled back at the friendly giant who were more than ready to show you the way to the cantine.

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