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Never gonna get over the fact that Captain Rex spent FOUR episodes with The Bad Batch, during which time:

Tech nearly wipes out a runway construction crew, Tokyo Drift style

Crosshair picks 3 separate fights with regs, including Rex himself (and Rex socks him in the face for it)

Hunter literally looks Rex in the face after receiving orders and says “ehhh yeah no” and then proceeds to charge an approaching enemy squadron head on

Wrecker begs to explode just about every single building they lay eyes on

Hunter confesses to a Jedi general that he’s never submitted a single report in his life

Hunter also goes for a joyride by dangling from the foot of a giant winged beast from a single rappelling line

Tech later convinces them all to jump through the air onto the backs of said winged beasts in the middle of heavy enemy fire after summoning them with his self-made Animal Sound Spotify

Wrecker destroys like 100 battle droids in 3.5 seconds with his bare hands and laughs like a maniac the entire time

Crosshair, rather than let himself be shown up by Wrecker, destroys like 1/6 of the enemy forces with tiny hand mirrors and a single laser shot

The entire batch is sassing each other THE ENTIRE TIME (“don’t worry, Wrecker, I’LL hold your hand” “yeah…it’s a lift” “me and the boys will tag along, just to say I told you so”)

And after all of that, Rex looked at Echo and was like “yeah I think we’ve found your new home” and Echo was just like 😍😍

*Echo and Tech devising battle strategies at 2am on Echo’s first night with the batch*

Echo: —and then, that’s when we would use the cannon to launch wrecker straight into the wall—

Tech: —yes, and at the same time, you and Hunter can be on either side rigging the explosives—

Echo: —which Crosshair will shoot from the other side of the battlefield from on top of the Rancor that we kidnapped earlier—

Hunter: *whispers to Crosshair* this might have been a bad idea.

Crosshair: *sips his coffee* I, myself, have always wanted to ride a rancor.

I am DYING to know how Commander “I run 1/6 of the GAR on caffeine and respect” Cody became homies with Clone Force 99, whose entire philosophy is “ehh mission orders?? More like mission suggestions” except they’ve thrown every single suggestion they’ve ever gotten into the garbage and set it on fire

Omega: hi I’m Omega!!

The rest of the batch: 🤔🙄😑

Tech: *in his head* child?? Human child?? Kaminoan-created human child?? Origin?? Purpose?? Genetic composition?? Must scan this fascinating creature.

I feel so bad for the guy that had to be Tech’s flight instructor on Kamino. Just like imagine feeling happy and secure in your job as a clone cadet flight instructor, and then this scrawny little clone who’s about five years younger than the others in your class with giant round goggles and his hair standing on end from shorting out Kamino’s entire electrical system on a dare marches up to the flight simulator, looks at you, and says, “Look, sir, let’s not kid ourselves here. There’s nothing about flying you can teach me that I don’t already know. I’ve read every flight manual ever written and can recite the specs of any standard ship in the galaxy. My enhanced mental abilities allow me to process information from multiple sources faster than you can even remember what you ate for breakfast. I’m already a better pilot than you will ever be, so just give me the score that we both need to be done with each other and let’s move on with our lives” and then slams on the gas

Tech panicking while teaching Omega to fly the Marauder is so funny to me because literally the very first impression we ever get of TBB is Tech drifting the Marauder onto a landing platform at like 3,000 miles per hour

Wrecker: so, this didn’t ACTUALLY happen. But let’s pretend that it did. Let’s just say that Tech was trying to get access to an encrypted comm channel, but he couldn’t because he needed to be plugged in to this one computer.

Hunter: uh huh.

Wrecker: and uh, let’s pretend that he had this really REALLY long cord. And Crosshair volunteered to crawl through the ventilation system to plug the cord into the computer.

Hunter: uh huh.

Wrecker: and let’s say that, just maybe, I sat on Tech’s comm while he was giving Crosshair directions. And Tech lost contact with him.

Hunter: right.

Wrecker: so like uh, if that WERE to happen, how would you go about finding Crosshair again?

Hunter: Wrecker, did you and Tech lose Crosshair in Kamino’s ventilation system?

Wrecker: no!! Well, uh, I mean, we didn’t LOSE him…

Hunter: *long sigh* *yanks vent covering off the wall* where did you last hear from him

I just KNOW that Crosshair and Tech were the most chaotic duo back on Kamino. Tech is literally terrifying. He’s the most intelligent and the most practical, yet the man watched two (2) illegal high speed races and was like “eh yeah I could beat that system” and then DID. His unhingedness is a CHOICE. Combine that with Crosshair, who hated your guts before the Kaminoans even bred them in a tube, who picked three (3) physical fights with his COs in a four-episode arc, and you know they got up to the most chaotic shenanigans together as cadets. Poor Hunter has probably been trying to keep them out of prison since they could walk

“And in the night

You hear me calling

You hear me calling

And in your dreams

You see me falling, falling…”

“Oblivion” by M83 making me think of Tech in all the saddest ways

Despite all of the controversy that exists in Star Wars, I love that we as fans have agreed that when it comes to emotions, Wrecker has the most brain cells, Tech is confused, Hunter needs a good cry, and Crosshair would rather walk through the halls of Tantiss with his clothes on fire than say any sort of statement that starts with the words “I feel”

Does anybody else badly want a TBB novelization or is it just me

“Tech told me all about your…SPARKLING personality” I wanna know what Tech told Phee about Crosshair that made her so confidently sarcastic in that moment, like

Tech: oh yes, our brother Crosshair. Best sniper in the GAR, possibly the galaxy. He always kept an eye on us through his scope while we were on the battlefield.

Phee: that’s ni—

Tech: sure, he is cold and unyielding and incredibly stubborn and a little arrogant, but he always means well. He does like to pick fights with regs, but you can’t blame him, after being bullied all his life.

Phee: I guess we all have our—

Tech: there was that time where he got super upset with Hunter for not murdering that Jedi on Kaller. Then he tried to convince us to murder civilians. But he abandoned us for the Empire after that, so it wasn’t really a repeating problem.

Phee: wait—

Tech: that was when he shot Wrecker. Oh, and he tried to roast us alive in a spaceship engine. That was all under the influence of the inhibitor chip, though. Supposedly he’s had it removed since then. So his murderous tendencies have probably chilled out a little bit.

Phee:

Tech: he also used to eat glue.

Dave Filoni and Jennifer Corbett can have all my money, and all I want is a scene where Hunter and Wrecker are teasing Tech about Phee:

Wrecker: Phee and Tech are sitting in a tree, c-i-s-s-s-i-n-g…

Tech: that is NOT how you spell “kissing,” Wrecker

Hunter: he can’t spell it, but at least I bet he can do it better than you can

Wrecker: yeah!! You been practicing on your pillow, Tech?

Tech: absolutely not!

Hunter: then how are you gonna get any good at it?

Tech: *adjusts goggles* with the proper amount of research, I’m sure I would be GREAT at it

Phee: *walks in* great at what???

Tech: *chokes*

Hunter: hey Phee, you wanna do some RESEARCH with Tech??

The Bad Batch on their night to cook:

HUNTER: he’s a breakfast for dinner kind of guy. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, orange juice. He does his best to keep the kitchen mess contained, but somehow pancake batter always ends up splattered on the counter and one thing or other ends up just a little bit burned.

WRECKER: he has a “follow your heart” philosophy when it comes to cooking, which means lots of experimentation with spices and cooking times that has varying levels of success. What he really excels at is grilling. The kitchen is always a disaster when he’s done with it (which drives Crosshair up the wall, but Wrecker is the only one who can make steak exactly the way he likes it, so he never complains).

CROSSHAIR: the exact opposite of Wrecker’s philosophy—he follows the recipe incredibly exactly, with no variation, and he keeps a very close eye on everything while it cooks. Incredibly slow and methodical about it all, plus he cleans and washes up while he cooks, which means it takes him 5x longer to make dinner than the others. It drives them crazy, but it also means his food is the most consistent in terms of quality.

TECH: he also likes to experiment—not quite like Wrecker, but he’s always looking up new recipes and delicacies from the planets they’ve visited to try. He’s usually more invested in authenticity than in what his brothers will actually LIKE, which means he’s served them some of the strangest, goopiest, spiciest, unusual foods they’ve ever eaten for the sake of experience.

ECHO: he doesn’t have time to mess around in the kitchen—he’ll pop a frozen pizza in the oven or reheat some leftovers. But he makes up for it by always being the one to help out with clean up, and always cheerfully putting up with the others’ sometimes questionable cooking (let’s be honest, he probably had worse in the 501st).

I wanna know how Hunter became the leader of the Bad Batch. Like, not saying any of the others would have been better, I just mean, there were only four options: a sassy little iPad kid, a trigger-happy man bear, the problematic guy with the toothpicks, and Space Rambo. We can’t assume it was because he was the least chaotic, because nothing could be farther from the truth. In TCW season 7, Anakin asks him who they report to and he’s just like “idk man, if I knew how to fill out a report maybe I’d try and find out” and when Anakin gets snatched up by that lizard dragon thingy, the first thing his brothers do is get set up so that Hunter can windsurf behind it like a maniac because apparently that’s something he tends to do. In TBB S1 when Omega starts that food fight, Hunter tries to de-escalate the situation for approximately 3 seconds before throwing hands. All of his interactions with any sort of leadership involve a minimum of 70% sarcasm. The man has a blaster to shoot droids and chooses to stab them with a knife instead. He left cadet training and the first thing he did was get a massive face tattoo of a skull.

Like, I’m trying to imagine how that conversation went and all I can think of is, “Sir, it’s time to promote one of the members of Clone Force 99 to sergeant.” “…*long sigh*”

I think something that makes Tech’s death so tragic is the sense of invincibility that we had associated with Clone Force 99 up to that point.

They sure didn’t have plot armor—we’ve seen them get injured before, and we all know how Star Wars isn’t afraid to kill off a character—but think of all the things we’ve seen them survive: Hunter literally falling off the side of a mountain, getting shot in the chest; Tech getting hurled into a wall by Wrecker when he was under the influence of the inhibitor chip; Wrecker wrestling a rancor; surviving live rounds in a battle simulator; nearly getting roasted alive in an engine. What’s more, we’ve seen how absolutely UNHINGED their plans are, and yet, during the war, they had a 100% success rate and had never lost a single member of their squad. For a group of clones, that’s about as invincible as it gets.

And yet, in the end, they weren’t invincible. Tech was dangling from a single grappling line off a rail car that was only still dangling from the sky because Wrecker and a single connecting cable were holding it there. Neither he nor Wrecker could move without sending the rail car over. The others couldn’t move to safety unless the rail car miraculously reattached itself or ripped away. If anyone could have seen a miraculous, brilliant, crazy way out, it would have been Tech.

But he couldn’t. He saw the inevitability of what had to happen. And Tech, practical Tech, shot the connection himself when Wrecker couldn’t, because they couldn’t see that inevitability, or they couldn’t accept it—one last time, he had to help them understand.

Crosshair was right—Clone Force 99 DID die with Tech, because Clone Force 99 was invincible. Until they weren’t.

I wasn’t a die-hard Tech Lives believer (more of a “I HOPE Tech Lives” believer) but the end of the show has me grieving hard all over again, so here’s my little ode to Tech based on things I’ve noticed about him from rewatching the show:

Tech LOVES his brothers, and he genuinely misses Crosshair. When he has his heart to heart with Omega in the ipsium cavern, the way that he mentions Crosshair—even though that wasn’t even really what they were discussing—shows how often Crosshair is on his mind, so much so that he can’t really talk about people leaving and changing without bringing him up. When they get the Plan 88 from Crosshair, Tech is vocal and insistent about doing whatever they can to bring Crosshair back—because “he is still our brother.”

Tech is incredibly moral. Not that he’s any more moral than I think generally TBB is, but he’s not afraid to speak up when he sees something that he disagrees with fundamentally. “The systematic termination of the Jedi is a big one for me.” “There’s a fundamental different between taking fire in battle and being used for target practice.” Even in just the first episode, we see how firm his opinions are, based on what he believes: that people are people, that HIS BROTHERS are people, that they deserve better, that there is such a thing as right and wrong.

Tech may be practical, but that doesn’t make him any less crazy than his brothers—in fact, I would argue he is one of the more unhinged members of the bad batch. His plans and ideas see everything factually, factoring in risk not as an emotional factor but as a numerical one. He knows their skills, and what they are capable of, and he pushes them to those capabilities, even if the resulting strategy is absolutely insane. The best part is, as insane as he may be, his brothers trust him, because, as Tech himself said, he is seldom wrong.

Tech has a beautiful sense of wonder and awe for the world around him. How many times do we see him go wide-eyed as he encounters something that absolutely fascinates him—even if that thing is a Zillo beast that just ate an entire Imperial crew.

Tech is INSANE. Not unhinged, like I said earlier, but skill-wise, ability-wise, he is an absolute powerhouse. I will forever be grateful to the writers of TBB who gave us a techy, intelligent character who is not your average scrawny computer guy that we get in action movies. You have to have a lot of guts to be the guy in your squad who turns your back on the fight to bend over a computer and hack into a file or break an encryption or alter the programming—already a delicate operation, but with the added risk of getting shot with your back turned. He frickin wields double blasters so that he can shoot more clankers more efficiently (if that’s not practical Tech, I don’t know what is). He DOESN’T WEAR LEG ARMOR SO THAT HE CAN CARRY HIS TOOLS WITH HIM INTO THE FIELD. In “Faster,” we see his hand inching towards his blaster, ready to defend and protect the second it’s necessary—and you know he would’ve beaten anyone to the draw. He fought a group of Imperial troopers!!! With a broken leg!!!!!

Tech was amazing, and I hate that he’s dead, that we never got to see him grow old, that he never saw Crosshair again. But WHAT A LIFE HE LIVED.

Can’t get over I Am Ready from TBB S3 score, and everything that it represents, with the way it interweaves Omega’s theme with the theme from Tech’s farewell and just hints of the OG Bad Batch theme….

The way the bad batch’s theme is just barely there, but more of just an echo behind Omega’s theme, indicates how they are always a part of her, but how the bad batch as we knew them is no more—they have moved on, become a part of something different and beautiful and hopeful through the life Omega will lead.

Tech’s theme is more obvious, and it shows 1) how Tech’s sacrifice is fundamental in the life that Omega and her brothers have lived, always a part of them, never to be forgotten; and 2) how Omega is making her own heroic sacrifice by going off to join the Rebellion, even though she has earned just as quiet and peaceful a life as her brothers and even though it may cost her everything.

And Omega’s theme, prevalent throughout the piece, is as light and hopeful as ever, and the very last gentle chords of the piece are only the first four notes of her theme—or rather, Omega’s theme remains unfinished, because her story is not over, and her future is ahead.

Poetry isn’t a strong enough word for it.

the cross fic made me realize there's not enough tech angsty fanfics

how about a groveling tech trying to get femreader back like they were an item before order 66 tech broke things off, they reunite with the batch later but reader became a very sad person after all that time

an i lied because i thought you deserved better so i pushed you away situation ?

sorry if it's a long ask 😅 first timer here

I like your writing 💕

No worries! I love a detailed prompt.

Writing angst for Tech was harder than I thought it would be tbh. I think his direct communication style and self confidence make it especially difficult, so I took a slight detour here that I feel is more true to his character.

Piece by Piece

Pairing: Tech x fem!Reader

Words: 5,630

Tags/Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, allusions to torture, PTSD

Summary: Pushing you away was the logical decision. It was the right choice. But Tech never expected it to hurt so much, nor did he expect to reunite with you months after the rise of the Empire, broken and haunted by your time spent in Imperial custody. Now, he's determined to make things right.

Being in the same room as you is exceedingly difficult in a way Tech didn’t expect.

It’s been weeks since you returned, appearing like a vision from the Force to them, alive, and he still can’t quite believe it. His hands shake slightly when you look at him, his mouth goes dry. He still wants to reach out to you, hold you tight and never let you go, and it is agony to resist, to stand by your side and not be able to touch you.

You were the one who asked for space, time to readjust to being around them again. And he has respected that, despite the desperate, possessive urge to pull you back, to keep you close so you never leave his side again.

It makes it hard to concentrate. Hard to be of any use at all, really.

Tech knows this isn't healthy, the way his mind and body and emotions are behaving, but he is finding it difficult to control. He has a lot of feelings that he isn’t sure what to do with, a lot of emotions that he doesn't understand. Tech isn't one for emotional outbursts, for being ruled by his heart and not his mind. He is rational, logical, always thinking of the most efficient solution to a problem, the most practical way of doing things.

It’s what lead him to break it off with you, after all. He couldn’t afford to have his head in the clouds when so much is on the line, couldn't afford to be distracted by thoughts of you when they could be used against him.

But then you were gone, and Tech was left alone with only the cold reality of his own decisions.

He thought he had made the right choice. Thought he had been logical and sensible, thought it would hurt you less in the long run, if he pulled away. But Tech doesn't feel very sensible now, and it doesn't seem very logical that the best way to protect you would be to push you away.

You have been hurt more than enough. And even if you don't want him in your life anymore, even if you want nothing to do with him, he will never forgive himself for not trying to help.

The fact is, Tech isn’t sure what you want, but he is determined to make amends, to help in any way that he can. It might hurt, might cause him to feel pain at the distance between you, but he is willing to accept that, to live with it if that is what you need.

What he isn’t willing to live with is seeing you unhappy. And you are unhappy.

Your eyes are dark, hollow. Your face is drawn and gaunt, cheeks too thin, and when he sees you, your shoulders are slumped as though under an impossible weight. You barely eat, you barely sleep. Tech watches as you push food around your plate and drink only water. He notices how you keep to yourself, avoid talking and laughing and joking like you used to, and he hates that you have changed so much, that the Empire has taken that joy from you.

And that, more than anything, is what hurts him the most. The Empire took your light, the thing that makes you, you. They ripped your spark away and left a shell behind, and he is struggling to reconcile that with the bright and lively woman he knew, the woman who had such a profound effect on him.

"On all of us," Echo points out one night, as the rest of them watch you sitting alone.

Echo has become increasingly vocal about his feelings, something Tech is glad for. It gives him a chance to understand better, to gain perspective, and Echo has been the one to notice what Tech can't admit, the thing he isn't willing to think about, the thing that hurts the most.

You're suffering, and you're pushing them away.

At first, it seemed reasonable. You were gone a long time, and they hadn’t seen you. It made sense that you needed space.

But time has passed, and you're still not yourself.

Tech thinks back to your first night, how you flinched away from his touch, and realises how foolish he has been. He sees now how much he was hurting you, how much damage his words and actions were causing, and his heart breaks a little more.

It was never about protecting you. Not really.

Tech wanted you. He wanted you for so long, and when he finally had you, he was terrified of losing you. So, he pulled away. He cut ties, and told himself it was for the best.

Except now he has no ties to cut, no bonds left to sever. You're here, but not, and his chest aches as he watches you.

This isn't the way it should be.

Tech should be holding you, and you should be smiling. He should be telling you how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you back. He should be making sure you're comfortable and safe, ensuring that you have everything you need, everything you deserve.

Instead, he stands in the corner of the room, watching silently as his brothers try to coax you into eating, or drinking, or just saying something. Omega is the only one who is successful, who manages to make you smile.

Tech can't understand it. He tries his hardest, he does his best, and you always turn away.

And the more he tries, the more he feels the ache inside him grow, the more his feelings change, twisting and turning and growing, and he can't keep track of what's happening to him. All he knows is that the idea of losing you is the worst thing he can imagine, and the idea of being without you is becoming unbearable.

He doesn't know how much more he can take.

You've been avoiding him.

No, not avoiding. You've been staying away.

Or maybe, you've been ignoring him.

“She's not talking to me,” Tech admits one evening.

He's curled up in the corner of the cockpit, legs pulled up, head buried in his arms. The rest of the Batch have dispersed, going off to their own bunks to rest or to tinker or to read. Tech is usually the last to retire, but not tonight.

Tonight, his shoulders are slumped and his goggles are pushed up onto his head. He's been scrubbing at his face with the heels of his palms for the past few minutes, trying to work through the thoughts and emotions swirling in his mind.

You're not talking to him.

And yes, maybe it's because you're not talking to any of them, but it still feels personal.

You're not talking, not laughing, not doing anything, really. You’re just there, a shadow of your former self, a ghost.

Tech misses the woman who used to laugh and tease him, the one who could always bring a smile to his face and a blush to his cheeks. The woman who was a whirlwind of color and life, the one who lit up his world and made him see things differently. Who kissed him so deeply and passionately that it felt like his entire world was reduced down to the feel of her lips. He misses her warmth, her kindness, the way she touched him, looked at him.

He misses the way he felt around her.

He misses you.

Tech doesn't know what to do. He can't stop thinking about you, can't stop thinking about what he's done, what he could have done.

What he should have done.

Maybe if he'd tried harder. Maybe if he hadn't given up, hadn't let go. Maybe if he had listened to Hunter, had heard Echo. Maybe if he'd told you the truth, he could have stopped this.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

He sighs, rubbing at his face. He feels miserable, and it's his own damn fault. He's the one who ended things, who pushed you away. And he can't blame you for that, not when it was him who decided that you weren't worth it.

That isn't to say that he didn't care. Of course, he cared. He cares now. So much it hurts.

You are the person he was in love with, the only one. But it didn't seem fair to ask you to share his life, his world, when he couldn't promise that it would always be safe, that it would always be stable. He couldn't give you a future, couldn't provide for you the way a proper partner should, the way you deserve.

He could give you the present, but he couldn't offer you anything else.

And yet, as Tech sits here, head in his hands, he can't help but think that he should have at least tried. If he'd told you how he felt, maybe things would have turned out differently.

“I only ever wanted you,” you had told him once, and Tech can't believe how stupid he was to let you slip through his fingers.

Tech isn't used to feeling helpless. He's used to knowing exactly what he's doing, to being in control. But when it comes to you, it's as if he's floundering. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to act, doesn't know what you want.

He’s tried everything, he's done everything he can, and still, you push him away.

You don't want his comfort. You don't want his love.

He doesn't understand it. You've always seemed happy around him, like his presence brings you some peace. But now, whenever he gets close, you move away. When he tries to talk, you turn your back. When he offers help, you shut him down.

Tech isn't sure why you won't accept his assistance, or why you won't talk to him. It doesn't make sense.

He can't understand, can't rationalize. And he's never felt so lost.

Tech groans, burying his face in his arms. He's being ridiculous, he knows, but he can't help the way he feels.

He misses you.

Tech misses the way your hand fits perfectly in his. He misses the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin, the sweetness of your lips. He misses the way your smile makes him feel like his heart is full, like he can take on the world, like he can conquer anything.

Tech misses the way your body feels against his. The way your fingers feel on his skin. The way your breath catches when he touches you, the way your heartbeat picks up, the way your pupils dilate.

Tech misses the way you made him feel alive.

Tech knows that he isn't worthy of your affection. He knows that he doesn't deserve your love. He's not a good man, not a good partner, not a good friend. He's not the kind of person who should have someone like you, and yet, somehow, you chose him.

But not anymore.

“I only ever wanted you.”

You said those words to him before, and they haunt him. You told him you didn't care about the risks, the dangers, the fact that he couldn't give you the future you deserve. All you cared about was him.

And he threw it away.

Tech isn't sure how long he sits there, wallowing in his misery. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just sits, and broods.

“Maybe she just needs time,” Echo says, though his voice sounds doubtful.

Tech shakes his head before pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead.

“She has made it clear that she doesn't wish to speak to me, or see me, or have anything to do with me."

The words sting as he speaks them. His throat is tight, and he swallows hard, trying to hold back the emotion.

"I doubt a little more time will change her mind."

There's a long silence.

Echo leans against the wall beside Tech, his arms folded. He's watching Tech carefully, his gaze piercing. Tech feels uncomfortable, and shifts, ducking his head. He doesn't like being scrutinized, doesn't like being vulnerable. He prefers to keep his emotions in check, his feelings close to his chest.

But he's finding it hard to hide them now, and his pain is obvious, even to himself.

“But she does,” Echo says finally.

Tech glances up, frowning. "Elaborate."

"She does want you," Echo clarifies, his voice gentle. "She loves you. She wouldn't have come back if she didn't.”

Tech doesn't want to admit it, but Echo has a point. If you didn't want anything to do with him, then you wouldn't have bothered to find him. You would have left, disappeared again, and never come back.

You wouldn't have risked your life for him.

Tech isn't sure if that makes him feel better, or worse.

Because it means that you do care, but it also means that you might be willing to sacrifice yourself, and Tech can't have that. He can't let you throw away your life, not for him.

Tech groans, burying his face in his hands. He's being selfish, and he knows it. You're the one who was captured, the one who suffered, the one who nearly died. And yet, all he can think about is how much it hurts.

He's been thinking about how much it hurts him. He hasn't been thinking about what you need.

"What should I do?" Tech asks, his voice small and defeated.

"Apologize," Echo replies simply.

"I have tried," Tech protests, lifting his head. "I have apologized countless times, and she does not want to listen. She doesn't want to speak to me."

"No," Echo corrects. "You've apologized for the wrong things."

"Wrong things?" Tech echoes, frowning.

"Yes, the wrong things," Echo repeats.

Tech isn't sure what Echo means by that, but his brother looks confident, sure of himself. Tech wants to believe him, but he doesn't know how. He's spent so long trying to convince himself that he did the right thing, that he did the only thing, that he can't help but doubt.

"How do I fix it?" he asks, voice quiet.

"That, I can't tell you," Echo replies. "But Tech, the first step is admitting that you were wrong."

Tech nods, letting his shoulders sag. He doesn't feel particularly good about the situation, but he's willing to try. It's not easy, admitting he was wrong. He's so used to being right, to having the answer, to knowing what's best. But when it comes to you, he has never felt so lost.

Tech thinks of the pain in your eyes, the way you flinched from him, the way you turned away.

He has to do better. He has to be better.

He has to earn your forgiveness.

"I was wrong," Tech says, his voice steady and sure. "And I'm going to make it right."

You're standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by medical supplies and overturned cots. Your face is pale, eyes wide and fearful, and Tech isn't sure what to do.

The voice of his brothers and Omega inside his head tell him you need space, but they also remind him that you need someone to look after you. That you need help. That you can't be alone.

Tech hesitates. He isn't used to this, the uncertainty, the not knowing what's best. He's never been particularly good at reading people, and even worse at knowing what they need.

He has never been more unsure than he is now.

He wants to help. He wants to take care of you, to make you feel safe, to give you what you need. But he's terrified of getting it wrong. Especially when you're standing in front of him looking like a startled animal.

You're shaking, and your breathing is fast and shallow. Your eyes are darting around the room, as if searching for something. Tech isn't sure what it is, or if it even exists. You look terrified, and Tech knows you have reason to be. The last time you were in a place like this, the Empire was holding you captive, and he can't blame you for feeling uncomfortable.

Tech has to suppress a shudder as he remembers the footage, the recordings they managed to get from the base. The screams, the cries. They haunted his dreams, and Tech can't even imagine what they did to you.

Tech wants nothing more than to run to you, to take you in his arms and promise that he will protect you. But he can't, not without permission.

Not when he isn't sure you'd even want him to.

So, instead, he stands there, watching. He keeps his distance, gives you the space you need. He's trying his best, but it isn't easy.

She just needs time, he tries to remind himself, but Tech isn't so sure.

He isn't sure if time is enough. He isn't sure if anything will ever be enough.

He watches as you stand there, your hands clenched into fists, your eyes still scanning the room. He watches as your breathing speeds up, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He watches as the panic spreads over your face, your lips pressed together, jaw tight.

You look scared, vulnerable, and Tech's heart breaks a little more.

“Cyare,” he calls out, as quiet and soothing as he can manage. You stiffen, and Tech curses himself for causing you discomfort.

He should have stayed quiet.

But then you turn, and your eyes meet his, and something inside him seems to settle.

You look so sad, so lost, and he can't help it. He walks over to you, careful and slow, making sure not to startle you. When he reaches you, he holds out his hand, palm up. He wants you to know that he is there for you, that he will not hurt you.

He will never hurt you again.

He waits, holding his breath. He's afraid that if he moves, if he speaks, you will run. So, he stands, motionless, watching as you stare at his hand.

Slowly, slowly, you reach out, your fingertips brushing his. The touch is gentle, tentative, and Tech is afraid to breathe.

Then, your hand closes around his, and he exhales.

Tech knows he's taking a risk, touching you, but he can't resist. He can't stand the thought of leaving you alone, the thought of not being able to help. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you. He doesn't know what else to do. He wants to hold you, to keep you safe.

He never wants to let you go.

You're shaking, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You're trembling, and Tech knows that this is a big step, that you're taking a chance. So, he holds you, and he waits.

Your body is tense, and Tech is worried that he's overstepped, that he's pushed you too far. But then, slowly, you relax. Your arms wrap around him, your head resting on his shoulder, and he can't help but sigh in relief.

The others are nearby, finishing a sweep of the facility. He should be helping, but he doesn't want to leave your side. Not when you're finally letting him be close to you.

So, he holds you, and he strokes your hair. He whispers quiet reassurances in your ear, tells you that everything will be alright, that he's got you, that you're safe.

He's not sure if you believe him, but he has to try.

He can't lose you again.

Tech is trying.

He's trying his best, but he feels like he's failing.

Every day, every hour, every minute, his mind is filled with thoughts of you.

He thinks about how you're doing, whether or not you're eating, sleeping. He thinks about the nightmares you have, the way your body shakes as you wake, pale and trembling, gasping for air.

He thinks about how his brothers can't seem to calm you, how only Omega is successful, her soft voice and gentle touch somehow bringing you some measure of peace.

Tech can't help but feel that it should be him. It should be him comforting you, not Omega. It should be him easing your pain, not his little sister.

It should be him.

He isn't sure why he can't seem to do anything right. After they left the facility, after you finally started letting him hold you, Tech thought things would get easier.

But they haven't.

You still seem so distant, so far away. You still refuse to eat, to sleep, to talk. And Tech isn't sure how much longer he can handle this.

He's frustrated. Frustrated at himself, at the Empire, at the galaxy. Most of all, he's frustrated at you. Not that he would ever admit it aloud.

You've been through a lot. More than anyone should have to go through. Tech understands that. But he can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, if you'd been willing to accept his help earlier, things would have been different.

Tech doesn't mean it, not really. He doesn't think that it's your fault. He's just tired, and angry, and frustrated. 

And, if he's being honest, he's a little jealous.

You trust Omega. You open up to her. But you won't even talk to him.

It hurts.

Tech has spent the past few weeks trying to make things right, to show you that he’s changed. But you seem unwilling to let him in, to let him help.

It's infuriating.

Tech knows he shouldn't feel this way, but he can't help it. You were his girlfriend, his partner, his lover. And now, you won't even look at him.

He's trying, but he feels like he's getting nowhere. He wants to help, wants to be there for you. But he can't do anything if you won't let him.

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” Omega says, her voice uncertain. Her feet swing over the edge of the bunk across from him, and her brow furrows. “Won’t she be mad?”

Tech sighs, running a hand over his face. He knows that Omega is worried, but he can't sit around any longer. He has to do something.

"She is already upset. I'm not sure anything else could make things worse."

Tech tries to sound convincing, but the truth is, he isn't sure what the consequences will be. He isn't sure what will happen, isn't sure if this is a good idea. But he has to try.

“If you’re sure,” Omega replies slowly.

Tech nods, trying his best to look confident.

"I'm sure."

He isn't.

"Okay."

Omega pulls out her datapad and types the message. Tech watches as she hits send, then lets out a shaky breath. She slides off the edge of the bunk and hurries down the ramp, leaving him alone.

Tech waits, his nerves growing with each passing second.

You are going to hate him for this, he's sure.

But he has to do it. He has to try.

"Tech?"

Your voice is quiet, uncertain. You're standing in the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself, and Tech feels his chest ache at the sight.

You're here.

You're actually here.

"Hello," he says quietly.

“Where’s Omega?” you ask, your voice sharp. You step forward, and the light catches your face. Tech can see the bags under your eyes, the paleness of your skin. You look tired, worn down, and he hates it.

Tech winces. "She's not here."

"Where is she?"

You sound panicked, and Tech doesn't blame you. The last thing he wants is to make you more stressed. But he needs to talk to you, and this is the only way.

"She is fine," Tech says, trying to sound reassuring. "I asked her to leave."

You narrow your eyes, taking another step toward him. You're still clutching your arms, as if you're trying to hold yourself together. Tech wants to reach out, to take your hands, but he knows you'll pull away.

“What do you want, Tech?” Your voice is harsh, but Tech doesn't mind. You're speaking to him, which is more than he's gotten out of you in days.

"I, ah, I wanted to talk," Tech replies, his tone hesitant.

"About what?"

Tech swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "About us."

You frown, folding your arms across your chest. "There is no 'us', Tech. There hasn't been for a long time. You made sure of that."

Your words are sharp, cutting, and Tech can't help but flinch. He deserves them, he knows. But it doesn't make the sting any less. He takes a deep breath, trying to find the words.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have ended things."

You stare at him, eyes wide. Tech isn't sure if you're surprised, or just angry. He can't read you, not anymore. He isn't sure if he ever could. He's always felt a little bit of awe, a little bit of fear when it came to you. And now, more than ever, he feels completely lost.

"So why did you?" you ask, your voice tight.

Tech sighs, adjusting his goggles nervously. He's not sure how to answer that. He isn't sure if he even has an answer.

"I was... afraid," he admits, his voice low.

"Afraid of what?"

Tech shrugs, looking away. "Everything. The future, the war, losing you."

You don’t say anything, and Tech takes a deep breath, forcing himself to continue.

“I ran an exhaustive cost benefit analysis, and I had determined that the risks far outweighed the benefits. I could not continue our relationship knowing that I would most likely hurt you. In my mind, I needed to end things before they went any further. Before you were able to become attached.”

"I was already attached," you whisper, your voice cracking. "I was already in love with you."

Tech's heart stutters.

"You were?" he asks, his voice quiet.

You nod, biting your lip. Tech feels his stomach twist, a mixture of guilt and hope rising in him. You were in love with him. You are in love with him. And he has hurt you more than he ever thought possible.

"I was a coward," Tech says quietly. "I knew if we had gone any further, and I were to hurt you, it would have caused me immense emotional pain. And, in the process, I would have risked my ability to perform at optimal efficiency, and that would have resulted in harm to the rest of the squad."

Tech looks up, meeting your gaze. "I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't want to put the squad at risk. But in the end, I failed at both."

You frown, and Tech can tell that you're trying to understand.

"So, let me get this straight," you begin, your voice strained. "You broke up with me, because you thought it was the best option for everyone involved."

Tech nods, his expression pained.

“That’s not for you to decide, Tech. I can make my own decisions. And, I decided to be with you. But instead, you made the decision for both of us, and you didn't even bother to ask my opinion."

“I knew that if I had discussed it with you, you would have tried to convince me otherwise,” Tech explains, his voice soft. “And I wasn't certain I would be able to resist your arguments."

You shake your head, an incredulous look on your face. "So, basically, you dumped me because you couldn't trust yourself to make a logical decision?"

Tech's shoulders slump, and he nods, his head bowed.

"That is correct. It is also…” He looks at his hands, his expression pained. “For all of my unique modifications, I am still a clone. I am still expendable. But you, you are not. You are more important. You are special." He hesitates, swallowing hard. "You are irreplaceable."

Tech can see tears gathering in your eyes, and he feels a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. He never meant to hurt you, but it seems he has managed to do just that. And now, he doesn't know how to fix it.

"Tech, no." You shake your head. "You're not expendable. None of you are."

"That may be the case," Tech concedes. “But at the time I could not see a future in which the two of us could have a happy life together. Not with the way things were, not with the risk we faced. So, I chose the safest option."

"But we could have figured it out, Tech. We could have found a way."

Tech shakes his head, his expression weary.

"I was not willing to take the risk. I was not willing to gamble with your safety, with your happiness. It was a decision I had to make. For all of our sakes."

You are quiet for a moment, your expression thoughtful. Tech can see the pain in your eyes, the hurt and betrayal, and he wishes he could take it all away. He wishes he could erase his mistakes, undo his actions.

"You made the wrong choice," you say at last, your voice low.

"Yes, I did," Tech admits, his voice quiet. "I was wrong. About a great many things."

He looks up, his gaze meeting yours.

"But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I'm serious, that I want to fix things."

"Why?"

"Because I love you," Tech says, his voice breaking.

Your eyes widen, and you suck in a breath. Tech can see the surprise in your expression, the shock. He knows you didn't expect him to say it, to admit it. But it's the truth. And Tech can't hide it any longer. He can't pretend.

He has to be honest. Even if it means losing you.

"I love you," he repeats, his voice stronger this time. "I always have. I've never stopped. I didn't think I was capable of loving anyone, not like this. But, you changed that." He pauses, swallowing hard. "I don't want to lose you, cyare. Not again. Not ever."

"Tech."

You say his name softly, your voice cracking. Tech can see the tears welling in your eyes, and his chest aches. He wants to take you in his arms, wants to kiss away the pain, but he knows he can't. He knows he has to let you decide. He has to let you choose.

You step forward, and his breath hitches in his chest. You're so close, so near, and Tech wants nothing more than to hold you. But he doesn't. He stays where he is, waiting.

You reach out, your hand cupping his cheek, and Tech leans into the touch, savoring the warmth of your skin. You're looking at him, your eyes searching his, and Tech hopes that you can see the truth in them, the sincerity. He hopes that you can feel how much he loves you, how much he needs you.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice breaking.

You nod, and he can see the tears streaming down your cheeks. Tech wants to wipe them away, but he doesn't move. He stays where he is, watching you, waiting. You're still staring at him, and Tech feels a flicker of hope bloom in his chest.

"I'm sorry, too," you whisper, your voice raw. "I'm sorry I shut you out. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry for everything."

You pause, biting your lip. "I love you, Tech. I never stopped. And, I don't want to lose you, either."

Tech's heart swells, and he can't stop the tears that come, or the smile that spreads across his face. You're looking at him with such tenderness, with such love, that he can't help but reach for you, pulling you close, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight. You melt into his embrace, your arms winding around his waist, your face buried in his chest. 

Tech can feel your tears, wet against his skin, and he runs a hand through your hair, trying to soothe you. You cling to him, your grip almost desperate, and Tech feels his heart break a little more.

You've been through so much, endured so much pain, and he was part of it. He was responsible for it. And he doesn't know how to make it better. He doesn't know how to take away the hurt, the betrayal, the fear. All he can do is hold you, and promise to never let you go.

"Cyare," he breathes, his voice choked with emotion. "You will never lose me. I am yours. Always."

And then, you lift your head, and his eyes meet yours, and Tech can't stop the surge of emotion that rushes through him. You're so beautiful, so perfect, and he can't believe how lucky he is. 

You're the best thing that has ever happened to him, the only thing that has ever made him feel alive. And now, here you are, in his arms, telling him you love him. It's everything he's ever wanted, everything he's dreamed of. And it's real. You're real. You're here. And you're his.

"I love you," Tech whispers, and then he leans in, capturing your lips with his.

The kiss is soft, gentle, filled with everything he's feeling, everything he can't say. And when you pull away, Tech's heart skips a beat, and he wonders how he ever thought he could live without you.

"I love you," you whisper back, and Tech can't stop the smile that spreads across his face, the tears that sting his eyes. He holds you tight, and the world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you.

He's never letting you go again.

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The Tower

Summary: Gasping for air, unsteady hands, blurred vision - Why did this have to occur during the midst of battle?

At least Tech knows how to help.

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Tech x GN!Reader. Can be read as platonic or romantic.

Tags: Panic attacks, Anxiety attacks, Angst, Comfort, Happy ending.

Notes: I've had maaaaany requests for some angsty comfort with Tech. About time I wrote it! Based on my favourite tarot card - The Tower.

When the tower begins to crumble, it's bound to fall.

Built on an uneasy foundation, it was only so long until your walls began to chip away, and with it, the rest of the structure started to collapse.

And whilst you are somewhat used to that sensation, you're not used to this out-of-place timing.

"We'll regroup at the Marauder," Hunter's voice comes through your comm, strapped to your wrist. Tech is the first to reply, mumbling a swift, "affirmative," before returning his full focus to his blasters. He is, as always, quick and precise with them, saving ammunition until he's certain that his shot will be a hit - a trait that he's picked up from one of his brothers.

One by one, the droids fall, and whilst this is child's play, you seem to be struggling.

There's a pain in your chest, a weight, gripping at your lungs and crushing them from the inside out. Your hands, often steady with your weapon, are jittering more and more as every moment passes. And your throat fails to relax, causing your breaths to become shorter, faster, until your head begins to spin from lack of oxygen.

Knowing that you need a moment - a brief moment to set your bearings straight - you duck behind a crate and press your back up against it, barely looking up to watch Tech finish off what's left of your opponents.

This brief moment blurs on for an eternity, and the more that time passes, the worse you become. Your knees come up to press against your chest, palms gripping onto your weapon, as if it's somehow going to steady you during this emotional ride. The sound of your name being called out to you fades from your ears, and a ringing takes its place.

That is, until a firm hand finds your shoulder, and you flinch.

"Oh," Tech sighs, his fingers flexing shut as he watches your eyes meet his. Reddened cheeks, wide pupils, tears threatening to spill from your waterline - something isn't right, but it doesn't take a genius like Tech to realise that.

Rather than placing his hand on you again, Tech speaks your name in a soft tone. "Are you alright?" he brings the important question to light, and from your silent response, he takes it that the answer is no.

Once more, Tech mutters your name, and he's extremely cautious as he gently wraps his hand around your bicep, attempting to offer you some form of stability. "Are you hurt?" Tech questions, and to his surprise, you manage to shake your head.

"Alright," Tech nods, calm and patient. He pauses, his eyes wandering over your form, analysing the state that you're in. By now, you're sobbing, but there's still a washed glisten of fear in your vision, as if you're staring down at your worst nightmare - an imaginary ghost that he cannot see.

Tech crouches down, positioning himself on one knee by your side. His thumb subconsciously begins to rub back and forth against your arm. "I think I understand what's happening," Tech comments. "Although, I do not know how to help. If I can be of any assistance, then please, inform me how."

Sniffles fill the air after you suck in a few deep breaths. "I don't know," your words merge into one, but Tech manages to make them out.

"We need to remove you from this environment," Tech decides, forming the first steps of his recovery mission. "May I take your hand?" he offers.

Tech's heart softens out as you slide your hand into his, allowing him to pull you up with ease. You're a jittering mess, that much is obvious as Tech wraps your arm around his, and begins guiding you out of this hellhole. Thank the Maker that your opponents are down, else that would only worsen things.

"Our safest place is the Marauder. Are you comfortable with me comming Hunter, and asking him to pick us up?"

You instantly nod, knowing that the Marauder brings you a feeling of warmth and security. "But I don't want the others to see me like this," you blurt out, and Tech simply nods his head with understanding.

"Of course," he confirms. "I will lead us onto the shuffle, and keep the others distracted whilst you retreat to your private quarters. I'll inform the others that you need assistance, but sway them from interfering. From there, I'll join you, and we will set our next steps to recovery."

Tech follows up his plan with a simple, "how does that sound?" and lets out a pleasant hum when you agree to it. From there, his plan begins springing into motion, and before you know it, the Marauder is coming into your line of sight with the cockpit door lowered.

As always, Wrecker is waiting at the doorway with his hand extended, always eager to help you on board, but Tech politely pushes past and begins muttering something under his breath. Through Wrecker's fully armoured form, you can tell that he's taken aback, but backs off unquestionably, allowing you to scurry past and disappear down the hallway.

The second that you reach your dorm, the downpour of your tears breaks out into a thunder, and you barely manage to shrug off your coat and shoes before curling up into your bunk.

It takes Tech exactly twenty-three seconds before he's entering your dorm without a knock, seeing as you consented to it beforehand. "Oh dear," he coos as he enters, and his hand hovers over the lock before questioning, "shall I lock it?"

"No, thank you," you shake your head at the same time, and with it, Tech eases off.

A tall glass of water is placed on your bedside table, almost overflowing with how close the water is reaching the rim. Tech takes a seat beside you, and a hand comes to rest on your forearm. To his surprise, you shrug it off, only to wrap your hands around his waist in a desperate attempt for comfort. Tech accepts you, cradling you against his chest, hushing you in a soft tone.

"Let it all out," Tech coos, comforting you as the tears continue to fall. His hands stroke and grasp at your back, attempting to provide as much comfort as he can. Tech is somewhat familiar with this subject, although it's been a long time since he's ever had to support it, and an even longer time since he has received such support.

Tech's last occurrence was back when he was a Cadet. One of his fellow brothers broke down into a state of panic, and Tech, being the sweetheart that he has always been, could only hug them as the moment passed. 

Since the war broke out, it's rare to find a moment for your emotions to overspill, seeing as everyone is always up on their feet - Troopers and Jedi alike. You’re no stranger to the sight of seeing men hunched over at the end of battle, their form exhausted, stress lines present on their skin, and a look of desperation in their eyes. Perhaps they have also noticed that in you. 

The hard form of Tech's chest armour lies pressed against your cheek, and only when your panicked state starts to relax, do you realise how uncomfortable the plastoid surface is. With an uncomfortable expression, you move your head away, gazing up at Tech with tear filled eyes.

"It appears my armour has left its mark," Tech comments, earning a soft laugh from you.

"Remind me to never cry into your armour again," you swat back. Your hand trails over the indent left on your cheek, and for whatever reason, that pulls you from your dark thoughts.

Warm eyes meet yours, still laced with concern, his brows raised accordingly. “I will bear it in mind, if the… incident ever occurs again.” 

“I hope it doesn’t,” you state with a sigh. The sides of your fists come up to rub your eyes, attempting to fresh the life up in them. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” you apologise, your hands now finding comfort in your lap, fingertips fidgeting with each other.

“Do not apologise,” Tech responds with sternness. “Please, I will never accept your apology for something like that.” 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle. “Message received,” you say with a smile. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.” 

“And if it does, you know I will always be here to assist you. I am… no stranger to what just happened,” Tech explains, his eyes drifting from yours as his shoulders soften. Now, you’re no longer the saddest person in the room. 

“Care to share?” you question. 

“Ah, well-” Tech waves his hands as his back straightens. “It is not my information to share, but I can inform you that I have seen this happen before. Multiple times, really. Being a Cadet was never easy…” 

Your hand comes to rest on his forearm, a gesture that is not left unnoticed. “I’m sorry,” is all you can sigh. 

“Did I not just inform you to never apologise for such things?” Tech responds in a firm tone, yet there’s a playful smile on his lips. You mimic his expression, soon letting out a laugh. Tech’s hand rests atop of yours, giving you a firm squeeze before suggesting, “shall we go and see the others? Wrecker especially looked awfully concerned about you.” 

“Yes,” you agree with a nod. “I wouldn’t want to keep any of them worrying. I’m alright now.” 

“That, you are,” Tech confirms. He rises to his feet, and offers you a hand. You accept it, steadying yourself on uneven legs, your muscles still relaxing after a storm of negativity. 

Before exiting your dorm, Tech lets out a soft, “do not forget your water,” as he holds the door open for you. A glass of water in hand, and you head out to regroup with your squad, your friend close behind, always ready to have your back - if you ever need it.

The Unyielding Moment

Pairings: none

Summary: Hate

Warnings: severe gore, jedi to sith, the evil force works how I want it too, death, sadism a little bit, fear

Word count: 954

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Death.

He thought he had his cold grip around your soul, he thought it could be easy ripping you away from your family.

He was wrong.

He was not truly death,

You were.

And he had realized that a moment too late as you plunged your glowing blade through his ribs, twisted and then cut downwards. Your life came back to you with a rush of adrenaline, and you gasped for air while using your arms to push you upwards.

The man who had killed you, an inquisitor. He was slowly walking away, until he heard your gasp for air.

The masked man turned back to you as you slowly stumbled to your feet, the hilt of your dual lightsabers held tightly in your hands.

You were staring downwards, your hair falling across your face, blood dripping down your cheek as you just stood there. “Still not dead Jedi?” The Inquisitor asked, but you didn't respond. Instead you looked around you, seeing the unconscious yet alive bodies of your friends, your family…

“No.” You seethed, finally looking up at him as you ignited one blade after the other. At first your blades hummed soothingly, like a lullaby, and were glowing purple… But as you took a step towards the inquisitor, and tightened your grip on the hilts of your blades, that deep purple glow slowly turned red, starting from the base and making its way up to the top as it crackled with energy.

“You hurt my family… so you will suffer tenfold.” You snarled. The inquisitor snickered, but with a blink of an eye you were gone, no longer in front of him. His eyes went wide as he frantically looked around, hearing a whooshing sound pass him, followed by the crackling hum of your blades.

A scream then fell from his lips as one of your blades cut deep into his leg, he stumbled forward but didn’t fall. He turned to where the cut had come from, but again you weren't there.

The Inquisitor let out a furious cry, and spun around just as you struck him with your lightsabers. He had managed to block but only for a brief moment as you flicked your fingers. The force enveloped him as his hand slowly twisted backwards, yet despite his resistance to the push he dropped his own saber, and his head snapped backwards, a loud crack echoing through the forest you dueled in.

He let out another excruciating scream, but you weren’t done with him. You channeled the force, the darkness that clouded you and you sent the inquisitor flying into a tree. He nearly avoided being impaled by a low branch, but he was given no moment to recover as he was force pulled, then pushed again.

This time his back hit the sharp branch of the tree, and it started piercing his skin, the splinters catching in his muscle, making it even more painful as you stood in front of him, your two blades connected into one blade now as your right hand was extended forward, and you kept pushing him farther back against that branch.

Everything you did to him, you did with precision, making sure that every blow you dealt wouldn't kill him. And soon he was fully pressed against the tree, the branch fully impaled through his stomach as he cried.

“wha- what… are y- you?” The inquisitor choked out, blood filling his mouth and falling past his lips. You growled, and called on your darkness as you pulled him forward but not off the branch, pushing him back again. “I am revenge.” You answered, reaching through the branch, through its life as you made it crack, and expand from the inside.

The inquisitor wailed in pain, and began begging for his life as you stepped forward. You pointed the tip of your dual blade to his neck, pushing it against his skin, starting to burn the flesh of his neck away as he continued to plead.

“Y/n- what are you-” Hunter’s voice choked out, and you snapped your head towards him, reaching out your hand as you pushed him back, the force knocking him into the ground. You said nothing, and turned back to the inquisitor.

“Call your friends.” You hissed, pulling his commlink into your hands, turning it on and pointing it to his mouth. He choked out whatever garbled warnings he could muster before you crushed the device in your hands, and reached your hand towards him again, and this time you started to choke him, squeezing tighter and tighter as his face got redder and redder.

Until his head exploded. Literally. The pressure and the blood had gotten so clogged that it had exploded his brain, and that in turn cracked his skull, and then broke through the skin.

But you weren't done. You ripped off his armor plating, and tore away the fabric covering his chest, taking your saber as you carved a word against his chest, just a single word in a language you had grown to love.

You carved the mando’a word Skira into the inquisitor's skin. It meant vengeance, bloody vengeance.

And you would have it, you would destroy the empire for the harm they caused your family… and you would not stop until every inquisitor, every sith, every admiral under the emperor's watch was dead… or until you were.

You un-ignited your saber, and clipped it to your belt before you walked over to Hunter. He stared up at you, a form of fear written across his face. “Be not afraid.” You whispered, crouching down to him as he got a clearer look at your now yellow eyes.

“I will not let anyone hurt you, ever again.”

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There is More Than One Way to Say 'I Love You'

This is my first official post on here. Thank you to the lovely @wrenkenstein for creating such a beautiful character. The one and only Juno Caheere. I had an absolute blast writing this pair! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! ❤️

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THERE IS MORE THAN ONE WAY TO SAY ' I LOVE YOU'

Word count- 918

Rating- PG-13

It was another quiet night on the marauder. The hum of the engine traveling through hyperspace was soothing. Everyone except Tech and Juno was awake. Tech glanced over to her as his whole body started to hurt looking at the way she was sitting. She was half sitting crisscross with her right knee bent as it was holding her datapad as she worked. The dim blue glow shone a halo of light on her face. Tech would never admit that looking at her so enthralled with what she was doing was adorable. The way her tongue braced the seam of her lips as she focused. Her breathing changed when she got to the bottom of a problem. Her smirk in victory after completing another problem set. She and Tech would race to see who could finish a problem set the fastest. She loved the cognitive challenge that came with being precise in calculations but also being efficient to the point she could beat a genetically enhanced clone, whose advantage was intelligence. On nights when they took watch, it was filled with conversation on topics in academia, challenging past thoughts and research. Tech did not want to admit this to Juno, but he enjoyed her company. He admired how she challenged his thinking, their soft debates about various topics. She won't admit to Tech how much she enjoys his company as well. Juno would get this odd feeling in her stomach, and her heart would experience palpitations during some moments, it truly frustrated her how much of an effect Tech had on her. 

A furious blush painted her face as she tried to get control of her emotions. The soft smile that crept up onto Tech’s face did not help her situation. She felt her heart do somersaults in her chest, she felt herself becoming hyperfocus on her increased rates of breathing. She started to notice herself zoning out, she could hear the sound of Tech’s voice but she was stuck in her head. Juno was confused about why she felt this way, she knew this was against how she was brought up.  It made her very frustrated as she tried to understand her feelings and why they were different with Tech than the rest of the batch. She had theories as to why but there was some solid evidence that would support such a hypothesis but not enough for it truly to be a solid answer to said hypothesis. It was very overwhelming to her, trying to figure out such feelings. 

“Juno, is everything alright?” Tech inquired, gently pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She jolted up at the sudden touch. Her gaze met his for a brief moment before her gaze went to her hands. Her heart was doing the same somersaults like they were doing not that long ago. Juno wanted nothing more than to talk but her tongue felt very heavy. Come on Juno! He asked you a question. SAY SOMETHING! Juno wanted nothing more than to say something but she couldn’t. Tech’s eyes softened as he noticed her discomfort. Her eyes wore a panicked expression as her gaze flickered between him and the panels behind him. Her breathing became very uneven. Tech noticed that instead of it getting better, her distress became a lot worse. Tech noted the panic in her eyes as she tried to process all of the things that were happening simultaneously. He set down his datapad on the console in front of him. 

This is not the first time this has happened. Juno and Tech have a routine when something like this happens. Juno surged into Tech’s arms, with her forehead pressing into his shoulder. He pulled her tighter to his body, his arms wrapping around her protectively. He gently kissed the crown of her hair. 

Tech had noted it had been exactly five minutes and forty-two seconds when Juno’s breathing started to become more regulated like it had been before. Juno’s teary gaze met Tech’s, his eyes full of concern and admiration. He gently brushed away the tears from her face. He leaned to press his forehead to hers gently. 

“Just keep breathing love, you are doing so well,” Tech murmured his eyes full of admiration. Juno smiled, sighing contently wrapping her arms around his body. 

The air between them changed, there was a magnetic pull between them. Juno felt Tech’s nose brush hers, she felt his breath on her lips as he leaned closer. It felt like an eternity before their lips touched in a gentle kiss. To Tech, she was his sun, providing him with light, warmth, and joy in his life. He loved her. She loved him. It drove Juno a little crazy how much she loved him. But he was her rock, her comfort. She never thought she would ever find this kind of calmness and solitude after her clan abandoned her. But she did. Their lips moved in sync with one another. They were savouring the feeling of each other's presence and touch. 

The words ‘I love you’ did not have to be said. They knew in their own way that they loved one another. They didn’t conform to a kind of love that the world would understand and accept. It was a love that they understood together and made it special. Despite their struggles to understand the outside world, they created their own world, one they could fully understand.

Besides, there is more than one way to say ‘I love you’.

i love Tech, but he better take back what he said about spaceships 😭

Clone core

In all seriousness I think Crosshair and Wrecker are the most underrated duo. They balance each other perfectly. One being the giddy overly happy and exciting brother. The other being a petulant and dark brother. I could see them being the perfect balance as brothers to Omega and themselves. Wrecker was the first one to say he missed Crosshair even after getting shot by him. Crosshair even knew where to shoot Wrecker in a spot that wouldn't kill him. They have always defended one another while also bickering in the way siblings do. They have always treated each other more like family compared to the rest of the batchers. Sure Hunter takes the role as dad, but I feel like his dad moments will ways take on a more Sargent or older brother role and acts in charge. He also is someone that Omega looks up to as more of a father figure. Someone she aspires to be but is often too overprotective of Omega. Tech's love language is acts. He shows his love for his family through his actions. Not his emotions. Echo is a weird one for me. I'd like to think he takes on an older military mom/brother role, but the only thing he really cares about is Omega's studies and his clone brothers as far as I can see. Omega just loves him a lot because he isn't always around. He has other desires to save his other clone brothers throughout the galaxy and play his part as a soldier. He still cares for Omega's safety but he trusts Hunter to do that as his brother. So I feel like Wrecker and Crosshair are the best balance for Omega.

In a situation where all of @cloned-eyes shower clones are all naked in the same room together this is how I think they'd all react. Cody and Rex would be looking around to see who they should pin down and fuk first like the dominant daddies they are. Tech would get embarrassed and cover his face but is secretly blushing hard underneath. Hunter would make a move on Echo. Echo can't decide if he likes Hunter coming on to him or not, basically questioning his sexuality. And Crosshair would be making goo goo eyes at Cody, wanting to be his sub boi.

Yes, these are the random gay thoughts that I get. You're welcome.

TBB and Clone Wars on Tumblr has made me believe that all of the clones are switches. I can imagine them all as dom daddies but I also can imagine them being submissive and breedable.

Chapter 3 of my TBB short story series. Wanted to post it here as well as on wattpad. This Chapter was a bit rushed but I still enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! ~Maddy

"Well, what's wrong."

"She has a fever and a stomach ache."

"I can take us to the nearest medic for medicine but it will be a while. Tech sat down at the navi computer.

"The nearest inhabited planet will take us approximately half a rotation to arrive."

"That long?!" Hunter exclaimed.

"There is nothing in the outer rim close enough or inhabited enough to land by. It is our only option. Especially if Omega is too sick for me to turn the hyper drive on. If I did use the hyper drive the trip would only take us 3 hours."

"No. Let's go sub lite. I don't want Omega throwing up again. She already feels bad enough."

"Very well." Tech said plugging in the coordinates.

They set off for the nearest inhabited planet. Omega layed in the gunners mount under her blanket. Her head was feeling dizzy. Hunter walked back and put his hand to her head. She was very warm. He sighed.

"H-Hunter?" Omega said weakly.

"What is it?"

"Where are we going."

"Were going to find some medicine for you."

"Can I have some water?"

"Of course, kid."

Hunter grabbed a full cantine of water from storage doused a piece of cloth with some of it and rang out the remaining water. Then came back to the gunners mount and placed the damp cloth on Omega's forehead. He then handed her the cantine and watched as she took small sips from it. Her stomach growled and ached in pain.

"Are you sure you don't want to try and eat something, Omega?"

She shook her head frantically and hid herself under the blanket. Hunter sighed and nodded.

"Ok. Try and get some rest." He said then left her alone.

"Hey Hunter." Wrecker began. "How's the kid?"

"Not great. We better hurry and get that medicine." Hunter took a seat in the cockpit.

"You better double check and make sure we don't already have medicine in the med kit." Tech suggested.

"I'll check again but I'm pretty sure we don't."

"I hope she'll be alright." Wrecker said sounding worried."

"She'll be fine Wrecker. Its just a stomach ache." Hunter said standing back up. He went to the back of the ship and searched for the med kit. It was a large metal case with a red cross on it. He set it on a chair and unlocked the top. Carefully moving objects inside of it aside he realized that they really didn't have any medicine on board. He packed everything up and returned to the cockpit.

"We don't have any medicine. Stay on course Tech. We'll have to get extra to keep on the ship from now on."

"Copy that."

"You better get some rest too, Wrecker. It's going to be a while before we land."

"I'll rest when Omega is better."

"If you say so." Hunter said.

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They finally landed and Omega was lucky enough to sleep almost the whole way there. Hunter went back to wake her up.

"Omega?" He said putting his hand to her head. She still had a small fever.

Omega groaned a bit and rubbed her eyes awake.

"Are we there?"

"Yeah. We made it. Time to see the Doctor. Do you want to walk?"

She shook her head no.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

She shook her head up and down. Hunter chuckled a bit under his breath and picked her up. She cuddled the lula plush as Hunter carried her off the ship. They went into a bustling but peaceful town down to where Tech seemed to have found a doctor.

"Here we are." Tech said eventually pointing to a door. The building was on a corner. They went inside. A receptionist stood from her desk to greet them.

"Greetings travelers."

"Hello. I made an appointment." Tech said.

"Yes, we received your transmission. The doctor will see you now." The receptionist guided them through another door way into a sterile room. A man was waiting for them inside. He smiled and looked very friendly.

"Welcome in. Please." He said in a soft tone motioning for Hunter to put Omega on the table in the center of the room. He carefully layed her down. Omega grumbled a bit and held her stomach in pain. Hunter put a caring hand to her head. The doctor approached her with a scanner. A blue beam shined across her face and scanned up and down Omega's body.

"Hmm." The doctor said pondering. "I've never seen a female clone before."

Hunter stared up at him shocked and hovered his hand over his holster.

"Relax. I've gotten clones here before. I don't report any of them." The doctor said. He continued studying. "How long has she had this fever?"

Hunter relaxed.

"2 rotations."

"One moment."

The doctor went to the cabinet behind himself and opened one of the doors. He fiddled around for a bit before returning with a small metal bottle. He took the cap off and filled the cap with the liquid inside of the bottle. Then held it up to Omega's mouth.

"Here, swallow this." He said.

Omega drank the liquid gagging a bit as she did but eventually swallowed it. Then gave her a glass of water.

"Here, have her take this every 6 hours with a cup of water. Make sure she drinks lots of water. She is very dehydrated which is why she is sleeping so much. She will also need a meal of some kind before her next dose." The doctor said handing the bottle to Tech. "Her fever should go down in about 8 hours. If her stomach doesn't feel better in 4 rotations please return to my office. My receptionist will check you out."

"Thankyou doc." Hunter said.

The doctor smiled back and nodded a bit. Wrecker picked up Omega from the table and they began heading back to the receptionist desk.

"C'mon kid. You'll be better in no time." Wrecker said.

Omega gave him a soft smile from his arms.

"Your visit today will be 60 credits." The receptionist said.

Hunter pulled the credits from his pocket and set them on the desk. They returned to the Maurader and Omega went back to bed.

"Get some more rest kid."

"Hunter? Wait."

"What is it?"

"When is Echo coming back?"

"Hm. I'm not sure. He said this mission could take a few days."

"I miss him."

"I know kid. We all do. You'll see him soon though."

"Do you ever worry that one of these missions he might not come back from?" Omega asked.

"To be honest, no. But we are soldiers. We always know the risks of every mission. The risk of death is always there, but its not something I like to think about."

"I think about it sometimes. But I get scared." Omega began. "I'm scared that one day one of us will get hurt really badly or worse."

"That's not something you need to worry about Omega. Nothing can hurt us as long as we are together."

"But Echo isn't here."

"He's with Rex and the rest of his squad. They are good men and don't leave each other behind. Echo is safe with them."

"Promise?" She asked.

Hunter grinned and pushed the hair from her face.

"I promise."

"Ok." Omega said putting her hand on top of Hunter's and smiling up at him.

"Let me know when you're ready to eat something ok?"

She nodded and got cozy back under the blanket. Hunter left her alone and went up to the navi computer. He sat in the chair for a minute and pondered before getting back up and stepping out of the ship for a moment. Hunter closed the door behind him before taking out his com device.

"Havoc 4? Its Havoc 1. I need a favor."

●●●●●

Omega was resting more soundly but was still feeling a bit under the weather. The ship was quiet, but she was suddenly woken up by a hand sitting against her head.

"E-Echo? Is that you?"

"Heh, how did you know it was me?"

"Echo!" Omega exclaimed sitting up. She threw her arms around him.

"Your hand is colder than every one else's." She explained.

Echo chuckled a bit and held her tightly.

"Heh heh. Yeah I guess that's true."

Omega pulled away to look at him. His smiling face was a sight for sore eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, heard you were feeling under the weather so I came to check on you. How are you feeling?"

"Actually....a little bit better now that you're here." Omega said smiling. "I missed you."

"I missed you too kid. Glad you're feeling a bit better."

"Are you staying for long?"

"I suppose I could stay for a bit."

"Yes!" Omega said excitedly. She hugged Echo again tightly. Hunter and Wrecker stared at them from the other side of the ship. Wrecker smiled.

"Seems like she's feeling better." Wrecker said. He looked over at Hunter who was crossing his arms and looked a bit annoyed at Echo. "What's with you?"

Hunter couldn't help but feel a bit jealous that he didn't have the same effect on Omega. At least right now. But he smiled knowing that she was finally starting to feel better.

"Nothing Wrecker. Good to see Echo back and Omega feeling better. That's all."

"You got that right!" Wrecker said.

Omega took out her data pad and started showing Echo how much she's been studying like he told her to. Hunter turned over to Wrecker again.

"Would you mind watching Omega for a while, Wrecker? I'm gonna take Echo with me on a supply run."

"Absolutely no problem." Wrecker responded.

Hunter stood up to get Echo's attention. Echo saw him out of the corner of his eye from across the ship and looked over. Hunter tilted his head motioning for them to go outside. Echo nodded and sent Omega to give Wrecker her attention then stepped outside of the ship.

"Something wrong?" Echo asked.

"No no. I guess I just have a few questions. Can I.... buy you a drink?" Hunter asked.

Echo agreed and they went to the nearest bar in town and took a seat at the counter. After ordering their drinks Hunter struggled to find the best way to ask his first question.

"So, I guess I'm wondering what makes Omega happy?" Hunter asked a bit nervous. He didn't want Echo to catch on, but he also couldn't hide how he was feeling. Echo chuckled a bit.

"You're not wondering what makes her happy. I know you better than that. You're wondering why she likes me so much. You're jealous."

Hunter rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

"Well. You're not gonna believe me Hunter but I'm jealous of you too."

Hunter sat up and stared at him quickly. He was surprised.

"You're jealous of...me?!" Hunter asked. "Why? You make her happy Echo."

"I know. But that's for a different reason. It's the reason you even called me here, Hunter. She is only happy now because I am not around her like you are. She doesn't need to miss you if you are already there."

"Yeah, but you still make her happy Echo. How are you jealous of me?" Hunter asked.

Echo faced the bar and looked down he tipped his glass from side to side. Then spoke.

"Because she admires you more than any one else in the galaxy." Echo explained. Hunter stared at him a bit shocked.

"Whenever she talks to me it's always about you. How you train her. How you teach her. How you love her, Hunter. You can give Omega something that I can't because I chose a different path. Everyday I wonder if I made the right choice to leave, because of the family that I left behind. But then I remember how good you are for Omega. I'm reminded that she is in the best hands." Echo said putting his hand on Hunter's shoulder. "As my brother I can honestly say that you have become the best father figure to Omega that I could ask for and I wish I could be the same for her."

"You are, Echo." Hunter said putting his arm on Echo's shoulder also. "Even if you're not around. I know you have become Omega's inspiration and she is motivated to learn and do better because of you."

They both smiled and pulled each other in for a hug.

"Thank you Hunter."

"No. Thank you Echo."

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