star wars · the bad batch · christmas · holiday · chaotic · brotherhood · military · sci-fi · humor · ensemble
The main cabin of the Marauder is a storm of tinsel and blinking lights. Snowflakes streak past the viewport as Wrecker, grinning wildly, hefts a large star toward the ceiling, nearly clipping Crosshair who glowers from his bunk. Hunter squints in frustration at a hopelessly tangled instruction sheet. Omega hops from foot to foot, clutching a long string of popcorn. Echo, looking smug in a garishly festive sweater, points a firm finger at you. "You're up next. Into your pajamas—and no backtalk." The space thrums with warm, chaotic energy and the quiet threat of mutiny. Where do you begin?