#tech x platonic reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bobafettsstarship · 1 year

Text

||ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ||

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜/𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 2 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚂!!! 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚂!!! 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏. 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚌 *cries*

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍.

It almost seemed like reality, The heart shattering loss of your teammate, Of your best friend…

But the loud gasp and feeling of the familiar hard floor beneath you as you wake in a cold sweat has you wildly looking around at the familiar ship walls. Your on the marauder…safe. You feel tears wetting your cheeks as you hurriedly brush them away and try to calm your erratic breathing and overwhelming emotions.

It was just a dream, He’s probably awake in the cockpit right now doing whatever on his data pad or working on some sort of project…

You reopen your eyes and look around at the sleeping members, Wrecker in the floor with his back leaned against the wall while omega is leaning on his side sound asleep despite the larger clone’s snoring. Hunter had fallen asleep on a chair, Arms crossed as he didn’t mean to doze off. The exhaustion from everything had snuck up on the sergeant, Forcing him into a light slumber. Your surprised your frantic breathing and loud gasp hadn’t woke him.

Then again he’s fallen asleep in the same room as wrecker with his snoring.

You look at the closed doors to the cockpit and scramble to your feet, quietly making your way to the door. You feel a new wave of emotions crash into you. Fear, Sadness…What if your dream was real? What if he’s not on the other side of this door in his usual spot?

Your eyes are glossy with fresh tears as you try and blink them away, Hand hovering over the button that will open the cockpit door.

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes as you press it, The familiar whooshing of the door sliding open echoing in the otherwise quiet ship albeit the humming of its engines.

Slowing opening your eyes, You can’t help the falling of your tears.

“If the others are still resting, I’d suggest you close the door behind you as to prevent them from waking” Tech spoke without even looking at you as he is seated in the pilot seat, A small mechanical box of some kind in his lap as he messes with its wiring.

You release a sigh of relief and wipe your tears away and step into the room and close the door as he suggested. Trying hard to not sob at the sight of your best friend.

You compose yourself as best you can and take a seat beside him in the copilot, Eyes unable to look away from his concentrated face. It was only a dream—a nightmare…He didn’t leave you, He didn’t die…

Your stare on him can be felt, And Tech grows somewhat antsy under your teary eyed stare and chances a glance over at you.

Though when he sees how saddened your eyes look, The obvious redness of the whites of your eyes and glistening tear stains on your cheeks, He knows you are heavily bothered by something and fixates his eyes on you. Project momentarily discarded.

“Are you…alright?” Tech hesitated to ask as he obviously knows the answer, And it’s a well known fact he doesn’t exactly know how to properly handle situations of this nature. But you are his best friend, And he will try his best to give you his comfort.

You open your mouth to reply to him, But nothing comes out. The lump in your throat stopping whatever words you wanted to say from escaping your lips. You look at the floor and take in a deep breath.

“I had a bad dream…i—I know you don’t necessarily do…hugs but—” You cut yourself off as more tears threatened to fall, You couldn’t even stop them at this point.

Tech places his project on the floor between you both and stands up, Arms opening in a invitation for a hug. “On the contrary, Though I don’t give them often does not mean I am opposed to them. I am just reserved of whom I give them to” You look up at him, A small smile on his face as you stand up and wrap your arms around his waist. Head on his shoulder as he hugs you. “You are on the short list of reservations” he said while you hug him tighter.

The feeling of him in your arms is the embrace of reality you needed, The reassurance that he is indeed still breathing and safe. You let a few more tears fall before they cease, Eyes closing as you stand in silence flying through hyperspace in Techs embrace.

“Tech?” You mumble as he hums in acknowledgment, “Promise me…promise me you’ll never leave” You place your hands on his shoulders and pull back from the hug, His own hands falling at his sides.

Tech looks into your eyes with confusion and he nods his head, “Of course, Why would I ever do that?” He says and sees the way you already start to shake your head at his dull response. So he places one hand on your shoulder.

“I promise I will never leave you or anyone i…hold dear to me, Nothing in this galaxy could take me away from you or my brothers and sister” Tech spoke sincerely, Genuinely as he gives you another small smile. “That is a promise i will always keep” You finally crack a smile and give Tech one more hug before you both sit back down in your respective seats, Tech already working on his project he picked up off the floor.

“Do you wish to talk about it? You’re dream?” Tech spoke after a moment of silence of you watching him work.

You shake your head, “No, Not really…but can you…Talk about whatever pops up in the big head of yours while you work? You never fail to bore me to sleep” You try and joke to add some brightness to the mood as Tech gives you a playful side eye before speaking of his project and what he’s trying to do with it.

It’s a well known fact Techs little rambles and rants never fail to put your mind at ease, And although you won’t be sleeping now…You can focus on the sound of his voice and finally try and forget the horrors your mind conjured.

He’s safe, He’s here on the marauder with you and his family. Your family…

#tech the bad batch #tech tbb #tech x reader #tech x platonic reader #the bad batch spoilers

88 notes · View notes

cc--2224 · 2 months

Text

Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.

320 notes · View notes

toska-writes · 4 months

Text

“Where the stars can shine”

Summary: the fighting never stops, and it never will so it’s in everyone’s best interest to find the calm moments when you can.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x padawan!reader (OF COURSE THIS IS PLATONIC)

Warning: none just so much fluff!

Word count: 1261 (not proof read but what did you expect)

Notes: IM WATCHING THE NEW BAD BATCH SEASON AFTER THIS! So this is my way of manifesting everyone being alright to end the show 🥲

The war never ended, nor would it for anyone who has endured it and its intensity.

One fight always rolled into another and nothing could be done to stop it. The only way to get through it was to find the little cracks in all the bad. The place where the sun could shine and the flowers could grow.

Or in this case, the stars could twinkle.

"This is already too high for me." Wrecker stated loudly hauling himself up the side of the Marauder.

Crosshair, who was currently under Wreck scoffed to himself before clambering up the side like it was nothing. "You never seem to have that problem when we're in the air." He quipped.

"Well I'm inside then." He whined finally being assisted by Hunter who had the small hands of Omega making sure he didn't fall.

You could only laugh at the scene, leaning back on Echo you could feel him laugh too.

"Who do you think's falling off first?" You ask with a smile that was masked by the moonlight.

"The real question is," Echo leaned forward, surprised a little bit that the top of the marauders could fit 5 fully grown clones plus omega and the Jedi padawan. "Who's going to be pushed off first."

You looked back towards him and in an instant you spoke the same word together. "Tech."

Speaking of the devil, Tech's voice rang out as you looked over to where he had an arm pointing something out beyond the horizon.

"-and if you look there you'll be able to see Endor"

Omega's eyes lit up brighter than they have been in the past few days, nothing seemed to be going right for that bad batch no matter how much they tried.

"Have you guys been there?" Omegas eyes scanned the rest of her family that sat gazing with her. The sky on this backwater planet was surprisingly clear, clearer than you thought it would be.

"Eh once or twice." Hunter shrugged it off with a smile as all that Omega could do was gawk up at her big brother.

"Thats an understatement." Crosshair added quietly from beside you. With a nudge to your shoulder he added. "That meat-head over there blew up more than half the forest and got us kicked out. For life."

"Hey!" Wrecker let go of his strong grip of the Marauder with one hand to wave it at the sniper.

Omega giggled giving you a glance as you could help but laugh at the exchange. "Have you?"

You could only smile at the found memories the question brought you. Landing with your Master on a planet you've never even heard of at that time. The trees the towered over you and the abundant shades of green that you didn't even know existed. The faint sound of your master laughing as you stared up from the base of the tall trees fathomed by the hight.

"Yeah I went once I think during the Clone Wars. It was beautiful there." You spoke, the smiles spread from Omegas face to Hunters as he watched you retell the fond memories.

"Well I also did kinda crash into a tree there but other than that the rest was beautiful." Echo hide his laugh behind you as you told the more embarrassing part of the trip.

"I think I did hear about that one." The ex arc trooper spoke out. You shoved him back slightly as your gaze returned to the stars above.

"Now if you all turn your gazes eastward you can spot the Orion constellation which should also mean the Canis Major is pretty close." Tech pointed upward now, his own eyes locked tightly on the stars.

"That one has the brightest star in the whole galaxy right?" Omega filled in, whether Tech wanted to continue himself or not he could only beam down at the girl, who clearly heard this from him before.'

You smiled also recounting when Tech probably told the group for the first time.

The bounty hunters came from nowhere that day, Omega gripped on the back of Echo's armor plate with tears streaking down her face clearly scared.

Tech stood above you the, a data pad scanned over you as Hunter tried to apply some pressure to a wound you sustained on your side. Wrecker and Cross stood around the group, the sniper's gaze fixed on the darken horizon beyond.

Panicked breath sounded out and flown into the barren night, as much as you didn't want to scare Omega more you really could help it. You were scared yourself.

"Do you see that over there." Tech took your free arm in his hand and pointed up to the looming sky with it. "That really bright star?"

You were pulled back from your thoughts with the slightest nudge from Crosshair who spared you a glance, nobody else seemed to notice his movements

"I want to go to all of those planets one day." The words were light from Omega, a smile still evident in her voice.

"You'll definitely need to learn to fly then." You added shooting a look at Tech who finally spared a glance at someone else and was immersed in taking pictures of the different planets and constellations.

"If you can find another ship." Tech said mater-o-factly with a finger in the air.

"Aweeee Tech." Omega did the only thing she could think of, huge tooka eyes found Tech and with the pout of her bottom lip you could almost see the moment Tech cracked.

"More contemplation will be needed for that"

Though Omega wasn't disappointed for long as Crosshair whispered to her. "That's practically a yes."

Hunter laughed now shoving Crosshair back into a lying down position. He noted that his brother looked quite different without his armor, but it was a sight he could get used to.

Opening his mouth Tech was about to defend himself before a snore racked through the air.

"Put someone else to sleep too Techy." Crosshair jabbed a finger at wrecker who still seemed to gripped the ship tightly.

You couldn't blame him though, and is wasn't just because of Tech talking, but you did insist the stars and planets were best to see in the late night. A yawn stifled through you, Echo wasn't the warmest person but the arms that wrapped around you from the clone seemed to do it.

"It's not even that late." Omega protested but her heavy eyelids seemed to contradict her own words.

"No no, we all can't fall asleep up here or it's going to be a pain getting down." Omega curled up into Hunters chest as he spoke. He slowly started to get up.

"One of us should get Wreck." Your own eyelids battled against you as you fought to sit up.

"On it." Crosshair was the last person who you thought would offer but as his leg extended you watched Wrecker rolled over the side.

His startled yell was masked by the thud of him hitting the soft grass below.

"See it wasn't even that far." The skipper shrugged pushing himself over the edge and landing gracefully with even using the side to get down.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the brothers were up to their old antics.

The chill air was a good contrast to the heated days that came before, so much fighting it seemed that it would never end.

Moments like these would always be cherished, and surprisingly Tech wasn't the one to get pushed off the Marauder.

_____________________________________

Taglist:

@arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu @verybadatwriting @solstraalaa @ray-rook @gregorsmissingarmor

159 notes · View notes

namjoon-koya · 1 month

Text

The Bad Batch taking care of padawan!reader after Order 66

A/N: I won’t include Crosshair in this just because I based this off the first season technically.

Omega was the one who actually found you, they were on a different planet doing a job for Cid. While Hunter and Tech were quickly looking over the map again to find what they needed Omega spotted you walking by, she couldn’t see your face but she did see how injured your arm was.

You had just escaped a bounty hunter but not without any injures, they had gotten a good shot on your shoulder but you knew it would be hard to find any medics and you didn’t have enough coins to buy medical supplies.

You felt light headed you didn’t realize that you were losing so much blood, you didn’t even realize Omega was following behind you until you stumbled almost falling down until you felt a small hands try to help you get steady on your feet again, “are you alright?” She asked you were dumbfounded for a second until you heard someone running in your direction.

You quickly reached for your lightsaber you didn’t ignite it, but kept your hand on the handle just in case you needed it. “Wait! It’s okay they’re with me.” Omega said trying to reassure you, you wanted to believe her you gave her a worried look.

She looked over at Hunter and Tech “they’re hurt look.” She looked over at your shoulder making both of them follow her gaze, Hunter did see your lightsaber before looking at your shoulder. Now he knew why you were on edge with them, you’re a Jedi.

“We promise we won’t hurt you kid.” Hunter said lifting his hands up showing you that he wasn’t going to reach for his blaster you hesitated to release your lightsaber, “you should let us take a look at that wound.” Tech said you slowly let go of your lightsaber, before nodding to them.

You followed them back to their ship, Tech was able to clean up your wound and bandage it once he was done you were getting ready to leave, “wait you’re leaving?” Omega asked “I’ll be fine don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? That bounty hunter wounded you deeply.” Tech added “you being a Jedi makes it a higher risk as well.” They weren’t wrong, maker you were technically still a padawan too you didn’t learn everything before order 66 happened.

You decided to stay, but you still kept a wary eye on them they haven’t tried to hurt you so far but you knew to be careful it was the one thing your master told you before you both departed ways from each other. You didn’t know if they were alive or dead when you tried using the force to connect to them, you didn’t feel anything you hoped you weren’t focused enough and that your master survived order 66.

After Hunter and Tech completed the job for Cid they headed back, that’s where you met Wrecker and Echo. You warmed up to Wrecker pretty quickly even if he ruffled your hair too many times, when he learned what happened to you he promised to protect you. Echo would tell you stories about Rex and Ashoka, he saw the way your eyes brighten when he spoke about Ashoka you only saw her a few times at the Jedi temple but you heard so many stories about the adventures she went on, and that she was a pretty good fighter.

Omega quickly became a best friend to you, she showed interest in your Jedi powers and you would often show her what you could do. One time you were able to levitate a ration bar to her, you told her stories about your time being a padawan. Sometimes Omega could see the sadness in your eyes when you spoke about your master, Omega was always reassuring you that you wouldn’t be alone like that ever again.

Hunter took a while for you to warm up to, sure he did offer to shelter to you but you still felt slightly on edge with him. It wasn’t until one night when you woke up from a nightmare that you saw a different side of Hunter, even while months had passed by since order 66 the nightmares the force you felt the moment everything changed still lingered in your memories. You would sneak out of bed and just watch the stars as you tried calming down, you didn’t realize that Hunter had heard you so when he appeared from behind you it definitely caught you off guard.

“Are you alright?” With that question you told Hunter everything about your fears, “I know I’m safe here but sometimes I can’t help but think that if I even feel a slight ping of sanctuary it’s all going to be taken away.” Hunter didn’t blame you for how you felt, he still remembered the fear in that other padawan’s eyes when he saw his master fall to the hands of the clones they trusted. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you kid, I know it’s terrifying but I can promise you I won’t allow the empire to hurt you.” You looked over at Hunter and gave him a small smile, “thank you.”

Tech was quick to warm up to you, how you may ask? He. Fed. You. So. Much. Information even information on Jedi stuff that you didn’t even know! You felt like you learned so many new things from him and his word choices often confused you so you would stare at Hunter almost asking him to explain but he would only give you the same stare back, maybe you’ll sometimes use the words tech used whenever your in a stressful situation.

All of them PROTECTIVE Wrecker will literally throw a something at an clone if he thinks they’re getting too close to you, same goes for bounty hunters they better hope not to run into him or any other of the others in that matter. Hunter’s cold stare enough can keep them away from questioning about you, Omega is right beside Hunter sending them a glare as well.

Hunter teaches you on using a blaster (you’re terrible at it at first) and you ask him if you can’t just use your lightsaber, but he reminds you that it will only put you in more danger and you know he’s right. The rest (besides omega) try to help you on learning to use a blaster, sometimes you end up getting frustrated but they’ll encourage you not to give up and when you finally start getting good at your shots they all have a proud dad moment.

122 notes · View notes

din-miller · 8 months

Text

We’re Stronger Together

Pairing: Reader + The Bad Batch (Platonic)

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: It was an unspoken rule; you don’t go on solo missions. But when Rex asked you to aid him in taking down a slave ring, you agreed. The Batch takes an issue with that. Especially when you came back smelling strongly of foul men leaving Hunter to struggle with his heightened senses. The only way to fix that is a giant bantha pile.

Warnings: set after S2, tech is alive, harm to children mentioned, slavery mentioned, non-consensual touching mentioned, (none of which are graphic), protective batch, no romance between reader and the batch, platonic cuddling, so much sibling-relationship content, bantha pile > puppy pile, keldable kisses, female reader

You can’t remember the last time you’ve gone on a solo mission or at least a mission where the Batch hadn’t been involved. You had joined them after Order 66 and wherever they went, you went and vice versa.

Inseparable, the lot of you.

Which is why you’re here, chewing your bottom lip nervously as you watch the argument unfold in front of you. Rex said something rational and Hunter glared, then Echo huffed at Hunter’s behaviour but made no move to step in to defend Rex who's three seconds away from throwing his hands up in frustration, “Look boys, I only need her for a couple days, a week max.”

“That’s not happening.”

Honestly, Rex should’ve seen this argument coming and prepared a better speech.

“Yeah, I kinda agree with Sarge. I don’t like it.” Wrecker rubbed the back of his head, looking a tad lost. He’s never been good at picking sides during arguments and you feel bad for him.

“It’s a simple mission, boys. She’ll be in my line of sight at all times.”

“Armed,” All eyes turned to Crosshair, whose head was turned away from them, seemingly unperturbed by the whole situation. When Rex went to speak, Crosshair sneered, “That wasn’t a question.”

“We might consider it once you tell us why you need her.” Echo said, addressing the eldest clone.

“The mission requires more of a…,” Rex trailed off, trying to find the right words that won’t get him shot, “Feminine touch.”

“Absolutely not,” Hunter pushed himself to stand between you and Rex, blocking the older clone’s view of you, “Find someone else.”

“I can do it!” Omega bravely offered, “I can be feminine.”

“No!” Came a chorus of shouts causing Omega to shrink in on herself before Wrecker pulled her into his side with an apology. Hunter ran a tired hand down his face, giving his own apology to the young girl.

“As much as I appreciate your concerns, it’s my decision.” You looked over at Tech for help. Out of all of them, he’ll be the one to back you up.

Tech nodded in your direction, stepping in to join the conversation, “While I don’t particularly agree with one of us being separated, I can see logic in Rex’s thinking-,”

Wreck sent him a look of disbelief, “How?!”

“-If the goal is to distract the target with a certain female attractiveness, I do believe she’s the best candidate for the role.”

“There was never any doubt about that,” Echo stated, “The issue is that we don’t split up. Any of us. Not after Mount Tantiss.”

Omega nodded in agreement, her mouth twisting down at the mention of Mount Tantiss, “Echo’s right. We stick together.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, avoiding eye contact, “As I said, I do not agree with her going with Rex by herself, but we can not stop her from choosing to aid in this mission. The best we can do is offer our support.”

“Thank you Tech. Look, I’ll take my viroblade with me,” You promised them, moving to Rex’s side, “I’ll be fine guys. I was on my own for years before I met you, I know how to handle a few scumbags.”

“You’re not on your own anymore,” Hunter reminded you, before letting out a defeated sigh, “You will be contacting us every chance you get, you’ll report any injuries to Tech or Echo; I don’t care if Rex’s crew has an all-star medic on board, you comm us.”

“Yes, Sarge. Anything else?”

“You’ll take my blade with you, it’s sharper than yours. You will be getting a crash course in disarming bombs with Wrecker before you leave and most importantly; you will be coming home.”

You look down at the kid who’s nodding along to Hunter’s words, a serious look plastered on her face. You feel a twinge of guilt settled in your chest, but from what Rex has told you about the mission you’re not backing down no matter how crestfallen Wrecker looks.

You attempt a reassuring smile, most likely failing as that guilt shows clear as day despite your best shot at playing it cool. You promised nonetheless, “I’ll be back before Wrecker’s able to pronounce ‘worcestershire’.”

“Hey!” Wrecker cried, but a bright smile took over his previous expression and that twinge inside your chest starts to fade away.

Truth be told, a part of you yearns for this mission. To stretch your feet, to use your muscles and brains outside of your normal mundane life on Pabu. To feel useful in a more powerful way. You also understand why your boys’ are so reluctant to let you leave. To do this mission when they’ve all turned Rex down time and time again.

Hunter’s thirst for battle quickly died out when he watched how Omega thrived in her new life. At the peace she is now able to have, away from bloodshed.

Wrecker’s able to use his strength to help the town folk. Lifting crates, furniture, bags of soil and sand. He’s also taken up construction. He’s able to burn energy without bloodshed.

Tech was never one for battle and after Mount Tantiss, he was more than willing to settle on Pabu. To accept Phee’s dinner invitation. Then the key to her place. One day you hope he’ll accept the ring Phee has tucked away. A loving marriage away from bloodshed.

Echo was the one who adjusted the hardest. Whenever Rex required his help on a mission Echo was always on the front line. But one day you watched him emerge from his room, eyes red and swollen. Another sleepless night and you know he’s done with all the bloodshed.

You don’t ask, you don’t have too. You were there, you remember all of it. You remember Echo’s disbelief over your comm as he said he found Tech. You remember running into the room, seeing Tech floating inside a tube, dead bodies scattered across the floor. You remember Echo’s hand laying flat over the glass that separated him from Tech. You remember the bloody handprint left behind when Echo turned to you.

Most of all you remember the scream that rattled the walls around you. You remember how Echo’s mouth parted, Crosshair’s name falling from his lips before he’s racing down the hallway, metal legs creaking at the strain he’s putting on them.

You remember the crying, the begging, that left Crosshair’s mouth, so broken and scared, as Dr. Hemlock held a blade in his hand and Omega’s still body on the medical table beneath him. You remember the smell of blood, how the red of it dripped onto the floor.

You remember the sound of a blaster fire, a body hitting the floor. You remember Echo desperately trying to hold Omega’s stomach together as he cauterised her skin knowing there’s no time for stitches or bacta patches.

You remember it all so kriffing vividly that the crate you had been moving falls from your grip, dropping loudly to the ships metal floor beneath you, the noise drowning out your gasp as the air around you thins and your lungs ache for steady breaths.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your head snapped up in Rex’s direction, eyes widening when you spotted the clone trying to bypass Rex and enter the ship, “Crosshair?”

The sniper doesn’t acknowledge you. Instead his attention is solely on the older clone, “You’re sending her into a cantina full of powerful, greedy, vile men who would do anything to have her.”

Rex sighed, “Crosshair-,”

“I understand not wanting the others to be involved, they’re too protective. The second anyone touches her the mission would be ruined and dead bodies make things complicated.”

Rex gave another, deeper sigh, “Your skill sets would prove to be a huge asset to the mission, I’m aware and if I thought you were any different from the rest of them, I would have asked you. I know you Crosshair, you’d be the first to pull the trigger.”

Finally Crosshair’s eyes land in your direction, the subtle pinch of his brow letting you know that the panic that's choking you from the inside is written all over your face. He stared at you, knowingly, “Don’t do this. For your own sake, don’t.”

“The man we’re after is a slave trader. Young kids and helpless women,” You said, although you figured he’s aware of that already, “If you were in my shoes you’d do the same thing. For me, for Omega. Crosshair I need to do this.”

You moved to stand in front of him and you pulled his head down until your foreheads met, an action you’ve only done once before with him. Only this time he’s leaning in instead of pushing you away with a threat of you meeting the barrel of his rifle.

“Take care of the boys and Omega while I’m gone, yeah?”

“I’m not their kriffing babysitter.”

You chuckled and pulled back to meet his gaze, “Take care of yourself too.”

Although the mission only took three days, your body – your soul – is screaming for your family. For their arms around you, their voices reassuring you that you’re okay, that you’re home. That you’re safe.

So when the front door is the only thing that stands between you and them, a weight is lifted from your shoulders. A breath you hadn’t realised you’ve been holding leaves your lungs and you draw in a new one full of relief.

You punched in the house’s code and the green light blinked, lock unlocking. You smiled, opening the door and before you’re fully able to close it behind you, you’re being pushed back against it, Hunter’s face buried in the crook of your neck.

Not exactly the welcome home you’d imagined would be awaiting you.

You looked over at the other boys, hoping to get an explanation. You start with Echo but the clone just leaned back against the couch, a smile on his face. Beside him is Tech; the clone brought a finger up to tap the side of his nose.

Right. You probably reek of–

“Testosterone.” Hunter snarled, and you can feel the way his nose scrunched up at the smell of male hormones on your person.

“Not the welcoming home I expected,” You joked, trying to push Hunter away but the clone didn’t budge, “Come on I can’t smell that badly, I had a shower on Rex’s ship. Seriously Hunter, at least let me enter the house.”

Hunter finally pulled back, eyes still locked in on the flesh on your neck. You try not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, or the smug looks from the others. Hunter tilted your head and you're quick to give him access to the other side of your neck despite your earlier protest. He spared no time diving in, head jerking back instantly, nostrils flailing and he growled, “They touched you.”

The smug look on Echo’s face disappeared instantly and he stepped forward, eyes narrowed in on the back of Hunter’s head like he can see the skin where you had been touched through the clone’s skull.

Hunter pressed you back farther against the door, voice demanding as he asked, “Where else?”

“Hunter-,“

“I won’t ask again.”

The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway saved you from having to answer, from having to admit that they were right. That you weren’t strong enough for the mission. Not without them. Admitting that would make the phantom feeling of hands on your body too real.

You pushed Hunter away and caught the girl just in time, your name falling from her lips as giggles filled the air when you tickled her side. Behind her Wrecker smiled at you, welcoming you home.

“You’re back! I want to hear all about the mission!” Omega said, jumping out of your arms when you tap on her back. She’s grown so much in the last few years and you’re too exhausted to hold her weight, “Sorry, I’m just excited you’re back home. Are you hurt?”

You’re able to give her a quick shake of your head before that phantom touch across your skin is back and you can’t hide the rise of goosebumps on your arms. Not from Hunter at least. The man studies your body language, breathing in the scent of foul men that lingers on your skin, even after using Rex’s refresher to shower.

“Omega, I want every blanket and pillow in this house brought out here,” Hunter turned to address the biggest clone, “Wrecker, clear all the furniture out of the living room.”

“Oh, you betcha!” Wrecker cheered with a grin, “We haven’t had a good ol’ bantha pile in ages!”

“Bantha pile?” You questioned as you watched the two follow Hunter’s orders.

“Yes, it is when a group of people all sleep and/or cuddle together. It was a way for Hunter to memorise our scents growing up. To help calm him,” Tech informed you, “It’s been awhile since we’ve had one, but given that Hunter is indeed struggling with you not smelling like us, the bantha pile is warranted. I’d even say necessary.”

You nodded. It makes a certain amount of sense but you’re not entirely sure it is warranted. To your knowledge they didn’t do this when Crosshair came back, when Tech was found or when Omega healed from her injuries at the hands of Dr. Hemlock. Or maybe they did and you weren’t there, that they didn’t find it necessary to include you.

No, it’s best not to go down that path. You’re here, your boys are crowded around you as you all await for Omega to return and that’s all that matters.

But Tech has always been able to read you and he awkwardly bumped his shoulder against yours, voice hushed, “You’re part of our alitt. You and Echo were dealing with Sid when Hunter and Wrecker welcomed Crosshair, Omega and myself home. We tried waiting for you but Hunter was struggling. It wasn’t an easy call but it was necessary to proceed without you and Echo.”

You brushed a hand over Tech’s and sent him a smile, “I understand, truly. I shouldn’t have questioned my place with you guys.”

“We won’t allow that to happen ever again, ner vod.” He promised and you believe him.

“I got everything!” Omega announced, bouncing back into the room, her voice muffled behind the mountain of fabric balanced in her arms, which Hunter quickly relieved her of. The young clone looked over at Echo, “I got your heated blanket too. I wasn’t sure if our body heat will be enough to keep you warm through the night. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“I…” Echo blinked, accepting his blanket as he fumbled for words. No matter how long you all have known Omega, the smaller clone always finds ways of surprising her family with her never-ending kindness. Echo cleared his throat, “Thank you, Omega.”

She beamed up at him, brushing off his thanks as she grabbed a handful of pillows to scatter around the living room. Wrecker and Hunter followed behind her with blankets. Eventually the room was approved for a bantha pile by Wrecker’s standards and six bodies started to settle in for the night.

With Hunter against your left side, head buried in your neck, his lips gazing the skin over your pulse point and Wrecker snuggled behind him, Echo moved to claim his spot on your other side as Tech sat cross legged by your lower right leg and Omega’s balanced on your chest leaving just Crosshair left to pick his spot.

“There’s still room.” You pointed out to him, silently hoping he’ll join.

Crosshair looked down at the pile, disgust written all over his face, “Not happening.”

“C’mon brother,” Wrecker patted the empty spot behind him, “You know you want to.”

The sniper may be rough around the edges but he’s not immune to his brothers’ pleas. He’ll cave, you know so.

“Not in the slightest. I’d rather eat glass than be sandwiched between you all.”

“Fine, but you’ll regret it.” Wrecker shrugged, snuggling closer into Hunter’s side, his large arm thrown over the smaller body to rest on your arm.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, “Doubt it.”

Tech glanced up from his datapad, “I have informed Phee that I will be staying another night here,” He looked at you, “She is pleased that you have returned unharmed and has invited you for dinner tomorrow if that is to your liking.”

“Tell her there’s no other place I’d rather be.”

He nodded, “I will inform her immediately, she will be happy to hear so.”

Omega frowned, rifling through the blankets, “Where’s Lula?”

Wrecker’s head shot up, alarmed and you glanced around until you spotted her by the hallway entrance. You pointed Omega to the toy, “You must have dropped her.”

Omega looked over at her brother, eyes wide and childlike, “Crosshair? Can you get her?”

The clone looked at her, then the pile of blankets and pillows that were basically drowning her small frame, before blowing out an annoyed sigh, but he went and got the toy anyway. He carelessly threw it in her direction, which earned a cry of protest from Wrecker. Crosshair rolled his eyes in response before crouching down beside Echo, moving his blanket aside.

The former ARC Trooper’s body stiffened when a pair of hands met his pelvic. Then he flinched away from Crosshair’s touch when the clones fingers found the clasps of his prosthetic legs. You watched slightly puzzled at what was happening.

Crosshair’s fingers froze for a fleeting second before he scowled down at Echo, “Relax Reg, if I have to suffer sleeping here tonight I’m at least going to make sure my nuts stay intact.”

A puff of air met your skin as Hunter grunted, “Language Crosshair, the kids here.”

Omega giggled as she settled comfortably on your chest, “I’m not a kid, Hunter.”

Beside you, Echo flicked his youngest brother’s arm, “I don’t move in my sleep.”

Wrecker let out an loud laugh, “Ha, good one Echo!”

“You could sleep on the other side of the bantha pile,” Echo cocked his head over to where Wrecker is, “Snuggle up behind Wrecker. He doesn’t sweat that much.”

“I’d rather not. Now are you going to let me continue?” Crosshair gestured to the prosthetics.

Echo nodded, moving to make it easier for his brother to reach the clasps, “You better not steal my blanket throughout the night.”

“What are you going to do? Chase me?” Crosshair jeered, but his tone held no malice behind it and Echo for his part just playfully shoved the sniper back until his ass met the floor. Beside you Hunter mumbled something incomprehensible into the crook of your neck while Wrecker and Omega laughed as Crosshair scowled up at them.

Once the prosthetics were removed, Crosshair huddled underneath Echo’s heated blanket with him, keeping enough distance from the clone for it not to be weird. Crosshair’s words, not Echo’s. The latter couldn’t care less, especially when the added warmth helped him sleep soundly.

With them both settled in for the night Tech was able to finally curl himself against your thigh, directly underneath Echo, giving the fact that without the clone’s prosthetics there’s now room for Tech to lie down and be close to you.

“This is… nice.” You said, pulling Echo in closer to your body when he struggled to do so himself without use of his prosthetic legs. His prosthetic arm had been taken off too. Most likely so you don’t get hit by it.

“Aw, yeah it is!” Wrecker’s usual loudness is muffled by Hunter’s shirt and the older clone chuckled at the rough vibration that spread across his back.

Omega propped herself up to rest her head in her hands, her elbows pressing against your chest and you hid the wince when her pointed appendages dug into your sternum.

Her eyes twinkled as they met yours, “We’ve missed you,” She exclaimed, the twinkle in her eyes grew brighter, “Tech barely left the house, Phee brought over food for us but we ended up giving it to the shelter ‘cause Echo went bananas and made enough food for the entire village! And Wrecker built a giant shed in a day! The Unstoppable Machine they called him. Oh and Crosshair slept at the gun range every night. Echo had to bring him food and a pillow and blanket-,”

You blew out a disappointed sigh. Leave it to Crosshair to do the exact opposite of what you said. Taking care of yourself does not equal three nights at the gun range. Crosshair hid his head in Echo’s shoulder shielding himself away from your scowl.

“Hunter wouldn’t leave my side,” Omega continued, “I wasn’t even allowed to sleep over at the Hazards. It’s okay though. Truthfully, I didn’t feel like sleeping away from home anyways.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. You knew they didn’t want you to go but you never really knew how much pain you’re absent brought the six of them.

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered into the silence of the room, “I’m here now and I’m not leaving ever again, I promise.”

Omega held out her hand, little finger up, “Pinky promise?”

You locked your smallest finger around hers and brought them both up to your lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her skin, “To the brightest stars and back.”

Omega was the first to fall asleep, followed quickly by Echo; the warmth of his blanket and your body heat lulled him into a peaceful slumber. Wrecker was next, his snores unnaturally quiet for a man his size. Small blessings, truly.

Tech’s head is pillowed on your thigh, his datapad loosely held in his hand, conversation with Phee most likely cut short by his sleep. Out of all your boys your heart is warmed by him the most. He’s the only one who doesn’t live here, he’s the only one who has spent four nights away from their partner. He’s never once complained about it and you know neither has Phee; she’d let Tech spend a thousand more nights here if that’s what he needs.

Crosshair and Hunter were the last to drift off, their bodies on high alert, tracking any movement that could possibly take you away from them. Crosshair once said that nothing is ever too good to be true, but like most things the sniper’s believed, he’s wrong. Because you’re here for good, and that’s true.

You felt a nudge against your right side and you rolled your eyes fully expecting to get an ear full of Tech’s latest discoveries during your absence but instead you're met with an unreadable expression as Crosshair stared at you.

He doesn’t say anything and he looks more pissed off than before. It’s late and you're tired, physically and emotionally and the last thing you want is an angry clone glaring at you through the night.

“This wasn’t my idea,” You reminded him, tone a little rougher than it probably should be, “But I’m not going to have you ruin it because I need this. I might have only been gone for three days but I was alone for each one and you were here, with the boys’ and Omega.”

He’s silent, eyes sharp almost like he’s studying you. When he does speak it sounds like it’s through gritted teeth, “Where else?”

And, oh

You had been expecting that question from Hunter, maybe even Echo, but not him.

You sighed and let your head fall back against your pillow. Whenever the gentleman got too bold, you were able to direct their attention somewhere other than your body… but sometimes you just weren’t fast enough.

“You were right, the others wouldn’t have been able to sit and watch,” You shifted your eyes back to the sniper, “The man grabbed me, pulled me into his lap and sometimes when I close my eyes, I can feel his breath against my skin and I hate it.”

The arms locked around you tighten, Hunter's head unburing itself from your neck, his breathing falling to the softest puffs against your skin. You honestly should have known that he wouldn’t fully be asleep.

You sighed, pulling Omega closer to your chest, needing to feel her heartbeat, letting it ground you, “Rex was immediately lifting me off of him and using his body as a shield, keeping me out of the man’s sight. What was supposed to be a stealth mission turned into a full blown blaster fight. What was it you said Crosshair? ‘Dead bodies make things complicated’?”

“Sometimes complicated is necessary for survival,” Crosshair said, “It may have not gone down the way you wanted it to, but tonight there are people finding their freedom from slavery and that’s because there are good people out there willing to fight for them. People like you.”

Your throat constricted at his words and you felt the beginning of tears build up, you do your best to blink them away before they get a chance to escape.

“You’re not leaving us again, right?” Hunter’s voice was rough, and it was clear from the way he asked the question that there was only one acceptable answer.

“No, never again,” You replied, before asking your own question, “Do I smell better now?”

Hunter made a show of taking in a deep breath, pausing for a second before giving a slow nod, “You smell like my aftershave, Echo’s mechanical oil for his prosthetics, Omega’s shampoo, Phee’s perfume that lingers on Tech’s clothes and the chemical ingredients in Tech’s eye drops.”

“Wrecker and Crosshair?”

“By the morning you’ll smell like them too. I promise.”

“Good, but in case I don’t; I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”

Crosshair pressed his front flushed against Echo’s back and threw his arm over his brother's body to rest on top of Omega’s back, “If we must, I'm making Wrecker bring the mattresses down here. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

You laced your fingers with his across Omega’s body, “Deal.”

A/N: I’ve had one rule when it comes to tbb. I don’t write for Crosshair – He’s a hard character to write – So how the heck did I manage to include him in 80% of this fic?! I’m not sure I was able to capture his personality completely but I hope I did him justice. (runs and hides)

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb rex #tbb x platonic reader #justice joy writes #tbb fanfiction

193 notes · View notes

badbatch-badfics · 3 months

Text

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Part 2

Characters: The Bad Batch - Crosshair. Not much of Wrecker, mainly just meeting them.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Mixture between 2nd (you/yours) and 3rd (he/him)

Pronouns: He/him, but referred to as they/them when identity is unknown to the Batch

Species: Unspecified, should be pretty neutral

Content: Angst?? Panic?? Introductions?? Beginning of found family??

Warnings: Panic attacks, minor injury description, thinking about your death (non-suicide), anything that would be in TBB normally. Possibly some lore inaccuracies. Cringe

Word count: 4,777

Notes: If you’re willing, please let me know if you think 2nd person or 3rd person POV is better, or if the combo is readable.

You balanced yourself on the beam, steadily walking across with eyes darting back and forth for anything that seemed of use. Or, at least, a new pathway, or bridge, or anything that could lead you somewhere new, where there was the possibility of supplies. Or food, or some type of communication device, or, quite literally, anything. You weren’t picky, given the circumstances- couldn’t afford to be. But in truth, there was little to no chance of finding anything new. You’d scavenged through the ship countless times, and for the past…however long, there’d been nothing new. You hadn’t missed anything from the previous ventures, no small creature had drug in anything from outside or from a part with limited access, nothing fell to reveal a hidden treasure of some sort. Absolutely nothing. But yet, each day you once again went out with a glimmer of hope- or denial- that there would be something. Or maybe it was just a feeble attempt to focus your mind away from the events. Not that it worked.

As the beam came across a body of water, you peered down to the pool, loathing at what was reflecting back- raggy, dirty, and bloody. Kriffing Hell, I could be mistaken for a Tusken Raider with this shit-job of a covering. Your normal Padawan robes, as well as ones from your Master, had been torn into several chunks, and wrapped around different limbs, as well as pieces of fabric from any corpses you’d stumble upon. Layered on top of those was a poncho-cloak, barely holding on by a thread. An oxygen mask hung limply around your neck, and was covered with a fine coating of dirt and grime, with splattered blood on top. Bandages, cloth, and even animal pelts wound loosely around your head, leaving only small holes and strips for the mouth, nose, and eyes. Your waist was adorned with a make-shift gear belt, holding a multitude of different bones- sharpened and shaped to become tools and methods of protection. Your Lightsaber bumped lightly with each step, an eternal reminder to what happened- and as many bad thoughts as it brought, it would be an absolutely idiotic move to ditch the weapon. Not wanting to look any longer, you pulled back your head and took a deep breath, continuing on.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Rex led the squad of modified clones through the dirty, deserted and desolate hallways, shining a light so nobody fell to their demise. The group talked about the war, inhibitor chips, and the like until they came across a large canyon, so to speak. Rex, Omega, Tech, Hunter, and Echo all shimmied their way across, leaving Wrecker to go last. “You can do it! Just keep your eyes on the table,” Omega yelled encouragingly. With a few grunts and a shake of his head, Wrecker began climbing the cable upside down. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, it couldn’t hold his weight, plummeting him down to the murky water.

The collective panic from all six clones shot out an incredibly large Force ‘wave’ to the padawan, of which felt as though he was being hit by a speeder bike head-on and then ricocheted into a Bantha. The shock of realizing that someone- scratch that, multiple someones- were here, on the ship with him, at this exact moment was more than enough to cause (Y/N) to stumble backwards from where he was standing and trip over some debris, falling flat on his ass. Once (Y/N) could gather that he and the strangers had a decent amount of space in between them, his breathing calmed- but not enough to be normal.

(Y/N) carefully got up, watching his foot placement, before turning to where he had been sleeping and recouping for the past few months. His legs felt both stiff and shaky, his vision was blurry, and his breathing was ragged. Once (Y/N) was finally in the small space that contained his very few belongings, he fell to the floor, backed into the wall, and curled up into a tiny, and rather pathetic, ball. People were here. (Y/N) didn’t know if they were good, or bad- or if they weren't much of either. Didn’t know their motives, didn’t know anything. When (Y/N) had prayed to the Force to find new things, this is not what he meant. At all.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Soon enough, and with several general or head-based injuries, all four men had their inhibitor chips removed. Omega and Hunter were walking around, exploring this and that and whatnot. Mainly because Omega would have done so anyway, but she most definitely needs supervision on the death-trap that is so humbly called a ship. Unfortunately for you, the pair was getting awfully close to his “hide-out.” Even worse, it seemed Hunter was aware of that as well.

“Omega…I think there’s someone here with us. Stay close,” he whispered, pulling out his blaster. Your breathing grew faster and more shaggy, and your vision clouded. What could I do? They’re in front of the only exit, and I haven't fought a person, or even touched my lightsaber in Force knows how long! Considering the only way out, other than direct confrontation, seemed to be a 100+ foot drop- the choice was more or less clear. You shakily stood up, grabbed the lightsaber which had been doing nothing else than collecting dust (and bad memories), and began to sprint as fast as possible, shoulder aimed at the door. Dank Farrik, please- don’t let me die like this.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hunter jumped back, quickly grabbing Omega’s arm and pulling her out of the way with him. And lucky he did, otherwise she may have been crushed by the metal plate that went flying as the cloaked figure stumbled and bolted. Immediately, Hunter reached up to his comm and reported, “There’s somebody else on the ship! His motive is unclear- just blasted through a door and ran- looks like he’s going for an escape.”

On the other end, Wrecker almost jumped out of his skin in excitement- “Finally! Some action!” Tech couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Wrecker’s interest in beating someone to hell and back. After some more information was passed through, Wrecker and Tech had an approximate idea of where they needed to head in order to intercept the stowaway. Since Hunter had said that the mystery person appeared to be running away, stealth was not an objective for the pair- running through loudly was acceptable.

(Y/N) was solely focused on getting out- not where the others could be. Which was a terrible mistake- if you’re running away from somebody, it’d generally be wise to know where they are. Tech could guess as much, and used it to his advantage. Although he hadn’t gotten a full map of the ship, based on Hunter’s location report, the mystery person’s motive, and the ship being heavily damaged, he could make a reasonable estimate as to where the person would be.

To no one’s surprise, Tech was absolutely correct. After instructing Wrecker where to go, they had each blocked the end of a hallway. Wrecker had cut in front and faced the mystery person head on, grinning as cracking his neck, while Tech had stealthily followed from a ways behind. By the time Tech caught up, the mystery person had already slammed to a stop and immediately turned around to exit the other end, but to no avail.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You ran as fast as you could, and you really did try paying attention to your surroundings, but it was all utterly useless. The intruders had pinned you. One giant guy to the front, and one smart guy to the back. Brains and brawn. Your heart beat far too fast, feeling the thump thump in your head, being far too hot, and your vision was rapidly becoming smaller and more tunneled.

It didn’t help when the big guy spoke, and you realized they were clones. Odd clones, granted, but clones, who, as far as you knew, executed Order 66, executed your Master, friends, your entire sense of familiarity and comfort.

You weren’t prepared for this- you hadn’t trained in months, or even used your lightsaber. There was no means of escape, considering the second either of them saw you reach for a weapon, it would be over. Running would do you no good, and if they had followed Order 66, talking wouldn’t do any good either. It seemed you’d join the other jedi in whatever afterlife awaited.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The figure fell flat on their ass and scrambled half-way backwards and half-way to the nearest wall after hearing Wrecker’s voice- they were shaking, sweat drenching their clothes all the way through, and, all in all, resembling a caged animal who knew it was done for. A loud echo ran out as the figure roughly contacted the metal wall, and pulled their legs up, semi-resembling the fetal position, as their hands were still on the ground.

Wrecker and Tech slowly approached the figure, blasters balanced on their arms. Both took notice of the shaky and rapid breathing, the occasional twitching, and how the figure seemed to be ever-so-slightly rocking. This person was a very good actor, or nothing more than someone scared, who was in the very wrong place at the wrong time. They both assumed the latter.

As Tech walked forward, he used his scanner to find the general age and species of the subject, brows furrowing as results came forward. The figure was somewhere in between 15 and 18, was (chosen species), and, as more data was collected, Tech discovered that the figure was a Jedi. Or, at the very least, someone with a high midichlorian count. He stopped walking, lowered his blaster- not a lot, but just enough, and gestured to Wrecker to copy. Wrecker made a grunt in confusion, not understanding. Tech sighed and replied, “I do not believe they intend to harm us. If my data is correct, they are a teenager, and most likely a padawan. And it would seem they do not wish to engage through a fight, anyway. Put your weapons down.”

(Y/N)’s head darted back and forth between the two, confused- was he safe? They were clones- were they not going to execute Order 66, or at the very least, kill him as a simple intruder? Just then, a third clone appeared- one with half the helmet white, the other black, with a few more details and some large red stripes. He had a vibro-knife in one hand, extended outward with a curve, and his other hand, holding a blaster, rested on top of it. “Hunter, I do not think they are a threat- at least, at this moment. There has been no attempt to harm us as of yet, and they appear to be force sensitive, which would most certainly warrant an attempt to flee from a group of clones,” Tech informed. (Y/N) slowly reached his hand towards the lightsaber on his makeshift belt, but didn’t quite grab it- not yet. Hunter slowly put his weapons away and set down his helmet, a small hiss ringing out when he took it off.

He crouched just enough to seem smaller and slightly less intimidating, without looking like he was getting ready to spring up. He extended his hands, walking slowly towards (Y/N). “We’re not here to hurt you- we're not like the other clones– we’ve had our inhibitor chips removed. You’re safe,” he spoke slowly and clearly. Tech jumped in, “The inhibitor chips are what programmed the regs– the other clones– to execute Order 66. So we don’t want to hurt you.” Wrecker grunted something in agreement.

“Now, we have a functioning ship with us, and we can get you out of here- somewhere safe, or at least, more safe than here, okay? We have food, water, medical care, and we have a place to stay where the Empire won’t bother us. Let us help you.” By the time Hunter had finished his little speech, he was only a few feet away from (Y/N), crouching down, now eye-level with him. (Y/N)’s hand slowly came away from his saber. This felt safe- he could sense it, more or less. There wasn’t actually any danger, and the clone, who (Y/N) assumed was Hnuter, felt safe and honest– reminding him of the warmth and comfort the Jedi Temple, his fellow Padawans, his Master, all brought him.

(Y/N) tried to say something, but his voice caught and cracked horribly- a mixture of the panic, and having not talked to anyone in months. He felt his eyes water behind the terribly dirty rags, which stung more than it should have. “Let's start by getting those rags off you, okay? Tech, bring over some bacta-spray and clean bandages,” Hunter instructed. Tech did as he was told, fishing out some spray and bandages from one of his several pouches that lined his waist.

Tech passed the supplies to Hunter, who indicated for him and Wrecker to go report to the rest what was happening. He directed his attention back to (Y/N), calmly asking, “I’m gonna take off your face wrappings, alright?” (Y/N) mumbling what Hunter assumed was an ‘okay,’ and felt his body go heavy and almost limp. Hunter reached up, tenderly brushing against the Padawan’s face, swiftly untying the bounds of cloth. He quickly used his other hand to bring the rest of it down, now draped around (Y/N)’s neck. His face was dirty, caked in dirt, grime, and what appeared to be blood. The mixture of paste, so to speak, was cracked and chipping, looking like a desert’s mud-crack.

Whether or not he meant to, Hunter grimaced at the sorry state of the Padawan. He took his gloved hands to try and brush and scrape off the majority of the paste off, which was primarily successful. After the layer of muck was removed, Hunter found one long gash, following the curvature of (Y/N)’s jawline, from just below the eye to just above his mouth. It was inflamed and oozing, and was most certainly going to need stitches. He held up the bacta-spray, and lightly spritzed it onto the wound. A sharp hiss sounded out from (Y/N), who was now squinting his eyes. Hunter mumbled some sort of apology before taking out the bandage and delicately, yet firmly at the same time, placed it on the gash.

“Are there any more major injuries we should worry about? We can take care of the smaller ones on the ship, but still. Better safe than sorry.” (Y/N) shook his head no. Hunter slowly stood up, and extended a hand, but (Y/N) just seemed to stare at it. Slowly, though, the Padawan extended his own hand out, flinching and hesitating once his arm was half-way extended. After a few seconds, though, he fully reached out and tightly grabbed the man’s hand. Using the wall behind him, (Y/N) pushed himself up, legs shaky. As soon as he was steady, (Y/N) ripped his hand away, bringing it close and pinning it tightly against his own chest.

Hunter commed Tech, instructing him to get everyone on-board the Marauder, and to try and use any spare pieces of clothing or blanket to form some type of clean cover that would fit the Padawan. After what seemed to last forever, Hunter broke the silence- “So, what's' your name, kid?”

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled, quiet enough that only Hunter’s enhanced ears could make it out clearly. The pair continued their walk through the broken up ship, eventually coming up to the ramp that led out to the Marauder. (Y/N) brought his arm to his eyes, squinting at the sun- being far too bright, seeing as he hadn’t gone out of the ship in Maker knows how long. Hunter took notice and briefly stopped, turning his head back to the teenager.

“You alright? I’m sure I have something if you want to block out the sun for the walk,” he gently offered. (Y/N) silently shook his head no, while slowly taking his arm down, bringing it back down to his chest, head and eyes solidly trained on the ground. Hunter stared for a few seconds more, just to be sure, before continuing on towards the Marauder.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your head was woozy, your heart beating out of your chest, and you were simultaneously shaking, yet felt numb. All in all, it felt terrible. And perhaps even worse, you knew there was no real reason to feel this way. You were finally safe. And there was no possible way that the clones would turn and execute you. They would have done so already, without a doubt! Why would anyone go against direct orders, and pure convenience, just to make someone suffer more? That would be beyond inadequate. And it just made you feel terrible for not trusting them, or at the very least, for being suspicious of them. And now your head hurt more than before.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, but was no more than a five minute walk, the pair came up on the Havoc Marauder, in all its battle worn glory. Echo was leaning on the frame to the entry ramp, draping a clean, albeit worn and torn, wool poncho over his scomp. From the time Echo had spent with them, he gathered that the Jedi seemed to really like their ponchos.

As you and Hunter finally came up to the ramp, you froze. Your heart got significantly louder, palms sweater, which, by the way, was never pleasant under the dirty rags, and your eyes began darting around. There was only one way out, it seemed. If the group did have ill intent, you’d be done for as soon as you set a single toe in the ship. That was not a comforting thought. Hunter could hear your heartbeat and smell your sweat (or rather, the reaction it has with your skin) from a mile away.

Alerted by this change in demeanor, he turned back to look at you- who was completely frozen stiff, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape and pulled downwards. He may have been prepared for any mission the Republic gave him, but there certainly wasn’t any briefing on traumatized teenagers- let alone force sensitive teens. Kriff, he barely knew how to socialize with the Regs, and it was a miracle he could bond as much as he did with Omega.

Echo, even with his lack of enhanced senses, could easily see Hunter’s predicament. “How about you get the rest of the squad together, keep it calm for the kid. I’ll go take care of this.” Hunter silently nodded in thanks, brushing past his brother to head inside and start giving orders. That he was good at, no matter the topic.

Echo slowly, but not too slowly, as that would seem like a predator circling its prey, walked down the ramp and stood just in arm’s reach of the Padawan. You seemed to stare at each other for an eternity before he slowly handed you the poncho. “Here… seems you Jedi like ponchos, and we had one lying about. Hope it works. Got some more fabrics up on the ship, if you need any. And better med-kits, stuff to find infections or fevers. In case.” He spoke both in a calm and precise manner, and continued on, “Name’s Echo, by the way. Yours? If you don’t mind, anyway.”

You didn’t respond for a few more seconds, taking it all in. Finally, you mustered up a small response, “(Y/N)... and thank you.” Echo smiled lightly, extending the poncho out a bit further. Quickly, you threw off the old poncho, which wouldn't have lasted another week, and put on the fresh new one. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, at least around the arms and face, yeah? We’ll be on another planet soon, and then you can get some proper fitting clothes.”

Echo turned and walked back up the ramp, making sure he could hear your footsteps following him. A few steps after you had gotten in, and the ramp seemed to slam shut. Realstickly, it was probably shutting for a while, but you hadn’t noticed it until it registered that there was no way out now. And everything seemed so tight. Sure, you had just been in a wrecked ship for Maker knows how long, but it was a big one. Now, you were stuck on a much smaller ship, with however many clones. Before the claustrophobia and feeling of complete despair could kick in, a small blond girl tugged at your burnt, calloused, and wrapped up hands, attempting to pull you somewhere. Of course, given your larger mass, as well as training, you didn’t budge, not one bit. You stared down at the young girl, eyes wide, yet blank. To say it disturbed her would be an understatement.

“Omega! I’m Omega, and this is Lula- Wrecker’s tooka doll!” she exclaimed, bringing your attention to a large stuffed…rabbit? Or… loth cat? It was hard to say. It had a black body, with red sock paws, similar to the red tips on its ears. The tooka doll sported some pattern of white, clearly resembling a face, with two red dots for eyes. Distracted by the stuffed creature, she could successfully pull you, where she then disposed of you in someone's bunk. She all but slammed Lula into your chest before running off, what, or who she was looking for, a complete mystery.

She came back with a collection of blankets, pillows, and snacks, and most certainly more than she could carry. Immediately, Omega got to work, bundling you like a baby in a blizzard. You were too stunned to do anything, really. What could you do, anyway? After about two or so minutes of her layering, she paused, and frowned. “How are you going to eat if your hands and arms are covered! Agh!”

She quickly began undoing her work, until your arms could be brought out, and then resumed the stacking of blankets. All you could do was blink repeatedly, ever confused. After another five or so minutes, she smiled triumphantly at her work. “Perfect! Here, have some mantell mix!” she said as she shoved a fist full of some clunky substance into your palm. Looking down at it, mouth watering, you slowly reached down and plucked one of the misshapen balls, and popped it into your mouth. And by the Maker, was it delicious. Your eyes widened, and without a second thought, your hand flew to your mouth, sending the entire pile of mantell mix down your throat. After eating random rodents, insects, and food that was quite possibly expired from the ship, this mantell mix was a blessing to your senses.

As you continued chewing and swallowing the treat, you leaned back against the hard wall of the ship, a quiet, content sigh escaping. While it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable, it was ten thousand times better than anywhere you had slept on the Venator. Lula was still resting across your chest, and Omega smiled proudly at your comfort before running off again. Although it was muffled, you could hear her talking to one of the clones, before grabbing something and running back towards you.

“I was training with Nala Se and the medical equipment at the Kaminoan facilities, so I can fix you up! Now, where does it hurt the most?” She was a bit too excited about her ‘patient’ needing help, you thought. It was cute, though. The younglings and other Padawan at the Jedi Temple were like that, too– always eager to be the first to help, even in situations where most would never be joyous. You supposed there wouldn’t be any harm in humoring the girl, even if she was, by all means, a possible threat, with everyone else on the ship. I mean, if they did plan to harm or kill you, there’d be no chance of survival, so you might as well play along with the little girl. Either your last moments wouldn’t be too bad, or you’d start bonding with your saviors. Either version was a win, in one way or another.

Cocking one eyebrow, you raised a question– “How are you supposed to take care of me if I can’t move under all these layers? That seems rather counter-productive, no?” Her face molded into one of thought and consideration, nodding her head in agreement. Before you could register her next move, she essentially lunged, quickly stripping you of the layers for the second time within the hour. Now, the blankets all strewn around you resembled a porg’s nest, without the sticks and twigs, anyway. Omega yanked your arm forward, a tad too eager, considering you should always be gentle with your patients. Your eyes squinted, brows furrowed in a smidge of pain- Omega immediately noticed, and gave you a sheepish smile before apologizing and bringing it towards her more gently.

She carefully wrapped the bandages off of your arm, eyes widening at the…state of it. Burn spots, blisters, scratches, bruises, and more littered the entirety of it, looking like it came out of a horror holo-film. You stared at it rather intensely. You had no clue it was this bad. I mean, it hurt, obviously- you were in a crashed ship and had no proper care for however long. Of course it was going to hurt. But seeing it, that was still a shock.

“Umm… I should probably get Tech. I’m not this good, I don’t think…” Omega whispered, frowning. She scurried off, but you just kept staring. How could you have let it get this bad? Was all the training useless? Or was it you?

Tech, the one with goggles and a plethora of gear, came over, holding what Omega had given him, and more. His armor was still on, but the helmet had been discarded. He bent down on one knee, and scanned over your body, checking for any and all injuries. And, oh boy, did he have his work cut out for him. Tech carefully took your arm in his gloved hands, and stared for a little bit before spraying a lot of bacta on. You lurched forward, bringing your other hand to your side, in a feeble attempt to focus the pain elsewhere. Your brows scrunched, and cheeks pulled down, biting your tongue in every attempt to not bother him any more.

“Let me know when it stops stinging. Most of the bacteria should be gone, then. We’ll still clean it out routinely, as they’ve been untreated for so long,” he spoke precisely. After what felt like eternity, he was finally finished applying the spray. “Hold your arm out. Make it as level and steady as you can,” Tech instructed. Fingertips barely brushing your skin, he brought the clean cloth around, wrap after wrap, from your palm to your elbow. He took some smaller bandages and wrapped them around each of your fingers, leaving your entire arm covered.

You lifted up your other arm, and you both repeated the process. Bacta, wrap, done. He gestured at your legs, silently asking to both take off your shoes and life up your pants, to at least the knee. There was a much larger and deeper gash on your left shin, courtesy of a falling metal plate as you finally managed to get some sleep. “That…will need stitches. Wait here.” Not like you were going anywhere.

After what felt like hours upon hours, everything that was physically wrong with you had been fixed- or, at the very least, temporarily fixed. Obviously, there weren't the best medical supplies on a smaller ship that had long left the army, and thus left behind the blessing that was gift-wrapped med-kits. Finally, he gave you some type of liquid- not a lot, just a shot. He could see the quizzical look on your face, and quickly explained– “It’ll help you go to sleep, for quite a while, and it’ll help reduce the pain. By the time you wake up, we should be at Orl Mantell, where we’ve been staying. Or, at least, close to it.”

In a fraction of a heartbeat, you downed the small glass and handed it back to Tech. He ran one more scan on you, just to be sure, before getting up and heading to the cock-pit with his brothers and little older sister. Your heart slowed, and your eyelids grew heavy. That serum worked fast. Half involuntarily, you fell face first onto the bed and drifted into the best sleep you’d had in countless rotations.

75 notes · View notes

techs-goggles9902 · 3 months

Note

Oh oh oh Imma request something 🤔🤔

How about.... female character/reader who is unsure about how she fits in with the bad batch and Tech reassures her?

Was even thinking about my oc Raven and maybe our female character/reader is unsure of her relationship with Hunter and seeks out Tech for (brotherly) assurance 🤔

You can do it however makes sense 😊 also no pressure 💖

Female reader x Tech (platonic)

Summary: You're unsure about your role in the batch and you talk with both Raven and Tech.

No warnings. Fluff and stuff

Word count: 863

a/n: Raven is the lovely oc created by @hellhound5925 ! Go check her out! Sorry Raven doesn’t have a huge role but she’s here! I hope I did her justice 🙏🏻

You sigh, bending over to pick up another piece of mantell mix.

These things are everywhere! Wrecker, I swear…

The light chatter from the cockpit reaches your ears as you discard the snack in the small trash bin in the corner of the Marauder. The squad, excluding Tech, are talking about the latest mission.

Hunter, sitting in the pilot's seat, smiles gently at Omega as she exaggerates how she hustled a man on the last mission in a game of dejarik, earning enough credits to fix the ship.

“Oh, and then I took out his Ghhhk! He said he’s a ‘Top Tier Player’ but he wasn’t! Hunter, you wouldn’t believe how he put himself in a bad position. Backed himself in a corner!” Omega rants with a grin, making big gestures with her small arms, imitating the game characters.

Wrecker gives a big, hearty laugh as she continues. Echo sits back in the co-pilot’s chair, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his pale lips. You watch as the girl keeps proudly going on and on about her victory.

You joined the Batch a few months after they began working for your employer, Cid. Ever since that day where you accompanied them for a mission, you were essentially adopted into their merry band of clones.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you sigh again. Although you’re “one of them now”, you still feel as if they have their own little circle that you’re not a part of. How long will it take for them to see me as one of their own? I’m more than capable…

“Hey, you okay? You don’t look the greatest…” A familiar voice says.

“Raven, hey. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Just… contemplating things, I suppose.”

“K’olar,” Raven says, pulling you to the nearest bunk. Lowering yourself onto the bunk, you pick at your nails. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m… not 100% a real squad member. I’m the last addition, not romantically tied to anyone, and just… here,” you admit. Raven has been your lifeline ever since joining the Batch. Both of you are non-clones, even if she did train them, and you related to her the most.

“Vod… I… I felt that way, too, when I first came along.”

“You did?” Raven nods.

“Mmhmm. This tight knit group with a very good looking sergeant-”

“Okay, okay!” You both laugh, easing your nerves. This is why you’ve always liked Raven, she knows how to cheer you up. Always.

“Cyare, c’mere for a sec,” Hunter calls from the cockpit. Raven gets up and sighs, mouthing the words, so needy, making you giggle once more.

“Why don’t you go talk to Tech? He listens,” she suggests, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as she walks past you.

You watch her go and you see a foot dangling from the ceiling panels. Tech…

You push yourself off the bunk and you stand beneath the opening in the ceiling and watch Tech tinker with the ship’s innards.

“Tech?”

“Hm? Oh, hello, vod’ika,” Tech replies, leaning over a little to see you better.

“You don’t need to call me that. I’m older than you are,” you say with a quiet giggle.

“Well, given the fact my brothers and I age twice as fast as the average being, I am technically older than you, vod’ika,” Tech says with the faint trace of a smile, emphasizing the nickname.

You scoff with a smile, climbing up into the ceiling with him. He’s slightly hunched over because of his height, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

“Can I ask you something, ori’vod?” you ask, fiddling with one of his tools. Tech hums in acknowledgement.

“I’m not sure if I… If I exactly fit in with you guys. You’re all brothers and I get that but I don’t feel-”

“Vod’ika, you’ve been one of us since the moment Hunter asked you to stick around. Omega especially felt that you would make a good friend, and I agree,” Tech cuts you off, looking away from his tinkering and directly into your eyes.

“I…I’m a good friend?” You ask.

“We may not have known each other very long, but you are an adequate fighter and an even more valuable member of our squad.”

Our squad… Our squad…

“You think so? Hunter… He’s nice and all but… We haven’t really bonded I guess,” you say with a small sigh.

“Vod’ika, Hunter has to put up with Omega and Wrecker, has to find us jobs, feed us, and still sees himself as our leader, our sergeant, our protector. I’m honestly astonished he hasn’t gone gray with all the stress,” Tech remarks, that little smile tugging at his lips. That little grin is so contagious, managing to make you smile as well.

You’re about to say something else when Tech continues, “Echo will come around eventually. He’s lost brothers and he’s distancing himself to save him the pain of losing a sister. I’m sure he’ll soon realize you’re not going anywhere.”

Not going anywhere…

“I guess I’m stuck with you, huh?” You say with a smirk, nudging Tech’s elbow.

“For the long run.”

Glossary:

Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]

K’olar = come here

Vod’ika = little sibling [vohd-eeka]

Vod = sibling

Ori’vod = big sibling [ori-vohd]

Ghhhk = character in the game dejarik

Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @will-is-silly @skellymom @dangraccoon (feel free to tell me what you want or don't want to be tagged in!)

Dividers by @saradika

#star wars #sha speaks #clone troopers #the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #tbb tech #clone trooper tech #tech x reader #tech x you #platonic #raven skirata oc by hellhound #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb omega

51 notes · View notes

book-place · 1 year

Text

Counting Stars

Warnings: bad batch spoilers, violence, weapons, wounds, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Bad batch x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: For as long as you could remember, you longed and hoped for freedom. But when it finally came, it was nothing like what you pictured

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Counting Stars by One Republic

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

A huff left your lips as you tossed and turned, sleep not coming to you no matter how hard you tried. Despite your thoroughly exhausted body and mind, you couldn’t get a single wink of slumber.

Finally, you threw your legs over the end of your bunk and rested your elbows on your knees, dropping your head and letting it hang low for a second before pushing yourself up and creeping quietly over to a chair that sat by a large window in your room, folding yourself into it.

Once you were seated, you paused, listening for any sound that your brothers had been disturbed by you getting up. When you were satisfied that they weren’t, you settled back into the cushioned chair, allowing yourself to get lost in thought as you gazed out the window.

“Couldn’t sleep?” A voice asked quietly from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin as you whipped around to face the source of the voice, “Kriff, Hunter.” You scowled, falling back against the seat when you were able to recognize him, “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

He winced slightly, “Sorry,” He mumbled, pulling up a chair and taking a seat beside you.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” You asked worriedly after a moment of silence.

Hunter shook his head softly, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, “Nah, I couldn’t sleep either.” He admitted, “I’m surprised the others didn’t wake up, though. You’re as loud as Wrecker is getting up.” His voice switched to a teasing one.

You scoffed, reaching over and punching his shoulder, “Shut up,” You mumbled with a playful roll of your eyes, “No one can be louder than he is.”

As if right on cue, said man let out a loud snore that had you and Hunter placing hands over your mouths to try and stifle your laughter that was really just affection for your brother.

It went quiet for another few minutes, and Hunter turned towards you with his mouth open, ready to tell you something, only to stop himself short. You were cuddled up on the chair, lips parted slightly and soft snores left your lips.

A small smile began to tug at the ends of his lips and he stood up, walking over and gently lifted you up bridal style before making his way over and setting you on your bed.

He allowed his smile to grow slightly as he softly moved a strand of hair out of your face before turning around and going back to his own bed.

Dreaming about the things that we could be

Though you and your brothers walked into the cantina with heads held high and shoulders back confidently, you flinched a little bit on the inside at each judging glance and not-so-quiet whisper shot back and forth between each group of soldiers you passed.

You knew that after so many years of dealing with it that you should have become numb to their jeers by now, but it never got easier. It was as hard as the first day the other clones saw you.

They automatically dubbed you ‘The Bad Batch’. The default clones. The mistakes. The freak who somehow became the first woman clone.

Oftentimes, you would find yourself longing that for just one day, you and your brothers could be rid of their stares that never wore off. You wished that you could just be accepted for who you were, defaults and all.

With the knowledge that the stupid little thought would never come true, though, you kept on pretending that you could deflect everything that they threw at you.

The five of you sat down after grabbing trays and began silently eating, pretending not to notice the way the two clones that had previously been sitting a couple seats down had gotten up and moved away.

Wrecker had always been better about not caring about their stares than you, and began animatedly talking about something you didn’t have the energy to even pretend to listen to, no matter how much you loved your brother.

You watched as Crosshair sent a deadly glare and scowl in the direction of a table a few feet away that were very clearly talking about you all, not even bothering to hide it as they pointed and rolled their eyes in your direction.

“I hate it when they do that,” You grumbled under your breath, causing Crosshair’s eyes to shoot over to you.

“Ignore them.” He muttered, “They’re not worth it.”

“I wish we could just be normal,” You admitted in a small whisper, one that only he could hear over the roar of the cantina.

“I’d rather not be like those morons, thank you very much.” Your brother sneered in their direction as a confirmation to his own words.

A small chuckle left your lips and you looked down on your plate, trying to stifle it.

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

“The odds of us leaving this mission alive are two to ninety eight.” Tech stated matter-of-factly as you all sprinted as fast as you could down a corridor, away from the battle droids that never seemed to go down, no matter how many you shot.

“Not the time, Tech!” Hunter roared, ducking his head out of the way just in time to miss the blaster shot.

“What are you talking about?” Wrecker laughed loudly, “I like those odds!”

“We’re the twos in the equation, Wrecker!” You screamed as you all took a sharp turn into the hanger where you had left the Marauder.

The man’s smile immediately fell and he pumped his arms to move faster.

Spinning around whilst still moving, you took your own blasters and began shooting at the droids as you ran backwards, successfully hitting a couple of them in the heads and making them fall limply to the ground.

“Come on, Y/n!” Hunter roared the second your steps began to slow so that you had more accuracy.

You didn’t listen to him, coming to a complete stop and firing into the never ending sea of gunfire and metal, “I’ve got this!” You called back, “Get the ship ready!”

“Tech! Get the ship ready!” He called, not hesitating to run right up beside you and begin to help you out, Crosshair and Wrecker close on his tail.

“Get to the ship!” You screamed over the chaos to them, “I can do this!”

“We’re not leaving you,” He grunted, shooting droid after droid.

Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn’t work for the republic?” You asked suddenly, and all your brothers looked up from their meals, “If we were just normal citizens?”

It was silent for a whole moment while you stared out the window that sat in the Marauder, oblivious to the way your brothers shared glances with one another.

Tech cleared his throat, “It is best not to dwell on the impossible of what could have been.”

Wrecker furrowed his eyebrows, “Well, why not?”

“Because it is clinically proven to be unhealthy.” He informed the man patiently.

“What would we do if we didn’t work for the republic?” You continued as if you hadn’t heard any of them, “We would be free.” You mused, answering your own question.

“We’re already free enough,” Hunter grumbled, beginning to grow nervous with how you were thinking, unsure of where it would end up leading to.

Finally, you tore your eyes away from the window and looked over at all of them, “Are we, though, Hunter?” You asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yes.” He snapped, “Now, like Tech said, there’s no use thinking about it.”

You sat there for a moment before nodding and turning your attention to your plate.

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

Hunter let out a sigh at the sight before him, guilt creeping into his stomach in a way that made him feel slightly queasy. He lingered in the doorway, watching as you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them.

Ever since the ‘conversation’ that had ensued during meal time a few rotations ago about freedom, you had been distant from everyone.

Taking in a large breath to hopefully give himself courage, he stepped into your shared room on Komino, and your head immediately snapped up at his arrival.

“Hey, Y/n,” He greeted with a soft sigh, lowering himself onto the ground beside you, leaning his head back against the cool window, dropping the helmet that had been securely sitting under his arm beside him.

“Hey, Hunter.” You replied quietly, looking away from your brother to gaze out the window that stood behind him.

“Listen,” He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry. About what happened, and for the things I said.”

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment before you shrugged and averted it once more, “It’s fine.” You mumbled.

He shook his head back and forth softly, “No, it’s not.” He admitted, “Because you were right, we’re not free.” Your attention was pulled towards him once more, “But we’re soldiers, we’re not supposed to be free.”

You cleared your throat slightly, “We do have more freedom than most of the other clones do, though.” You whispered, “So, I’m sorry too. We are free enough.”

Hunter let out a long sigh, running a hand down his face, “But the thing is, I don’t want you to lose hope that we can lead a better life. Sure, we’re soldiers and we’re trained from the very beginning for war, but what about when that war ends?” A small smile tugged at his lips, “We’re still gonna need someone who can find a life for us outside of the war.”

Slowly, you matched his smile.

I see this life, like a swinging vine

“Clone force ninety nine,” An admiral drawled, looking down at a device in his hand as he spoke, “A new mission has arisen that appears to be in need of your… special qualities.”

None of you did much as wavered from the line you all stood firmly at attention, eyes trained straight ahead.

“I will not lie to you,” He continued, “There is a high chance that some of you will not make it back from the mission.”

All around you, you noticed your brother's muscles tense at the same time yours did. It was something that nobody but one of you would have been able to pick up on.

“Sir,” Hunter spoke in an authoritative tone, eyes not leaving the spot he was staring at straight ahead, “Permission to speak?”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the admiral's eyebrow quirk up in shock- and quite possibly some curiosity- before nodding his head once, “Proceed.”

“With all due respect, sir, I do not feel comfortable sending my squad on a mission with odds that are against any one of them not returning.”

You sucked in a sharp breath. Never would you have expected Hunter to talk back to an admiral. Your brother was usually the one that tried to keep you all from speaking out against those in power.

“Is that so?” It was unclear what he was thinking just from his tone.

Hunter swallowed thickly, “It is, sir.”

“Well,” The admiral took slow steps until he was right in front of Hunter, forcing the man to look at him, “It’s too bad I wasn’t asking then. Isn’t it?”

Swing my heart across the line

You thought they had been lying, all those stories you had been told. About how it all happened in slow motion, what felt like the end of your life.

But there you were, falling to the ground too slowly to be possible, the only thing you were able to hear being your own, ragged breathing. And even though you knew all of your brothers were screaming from above you, you couldn’t hear them through the vast fog of your own breaths.

Next, your vision blurred. You weren’t able to see the way they huddled into a protective circle around your limp body immediately. Nor could you notice the way they shot at the thousands of droids with much more accuracy than before, their own rage and horror at what had happened to you consuming them completely.

Tech was the only one to break the circle, dropping down onto his knees beside you and beginning to assess the damage that the blaster wound in your stomach was causing.

“-get her back to the ship!” Finally, his voice was pushing through to your ears, “We need to get her medical attention immediately!”

“Wrecker!” Hunter didn't hesitate with beginning to bark orders, “Pick her up and get run as fast as you can go the ship- we’ll cover you!”

Vaguely, somewhere far away, you felt your body be lifted with surprising delicacy from the ground, and you were jostled back and forth slightly while being cradled to a large chest that was attached to a body that had taken off towards where you had all left the ship.

“W-Wrecker…” You could barely even mumble out his name before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out in his arms.

And in my face is flashing signs, seek it out and ye shall find

Hunter let out a long sigh, dropping his head into his hands and harshly rubbing at the dark circles that rested under his eyes.

He was sitting on a chair next to the bed you lay unconscious on- where you had been lying unconscious for days after they had rushed you back to Komino.

“You need to get sleep,” Crosshair hissed from where he lent on the wall opposite of his brother.

The man shook his head stubbornly, dropping his hands into his lap and leaning forward on his knees, “No.” he grunted, “I need to be here for her.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at your brother's stubbornness, “I’ll look after her,” He promised with a small scowl, “You’ll do her no good sitting here, half dead.”

The two of them had already forced Wrecker and Tech to go back to their room and get at least a few hours of sleep before they allowed them to visit you again.

After another moment's hesitation, Hunter reluctantly nodded and slowly pushed himself off, clapping the other man’s shoulder on the way out, “Thank you.” He said genuinely.

He only nodded in return, both of them knowing that he didn’t need to be thanked for looking out for you.

Old, but I'm not that old, young, but I'm not that bold

A groan left your lips as you lightly took Tech by the face and pushed him away from you, “I’m fine,” You complained to your brother, “Stop hovering.”

The man only pursed his lips and continued checking your vitals, “I will be the judge of that.” He determined.

“It was just a shot,” You groaned again, throwing your head back against the pillows, “It’s happened to all of us- so it’s no different than any other time.”

“That doesn’t make us worry any less, and you know it.” Hunter grunted, crossing his arms over his chest from where he stood at the foot of your bed.

“Well, it should.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your own chest and sinking down on the bed.

“I, for one-“ Wreckers voice boomed.

Crosshair flinched with a small scowl at the sudden volume of it, “Quiet down, you big moron.” He hissed at the man.

Wrecker frowned in offense, “Hey-“

Despite the circumstances, a small smile pulled at your lips at the sight of your two brothers bickering. A sight so familiar, that it was even slightly comforting in a time like that.

And I don't think the world is sold on just doing what we're told

All around you, clones shot after you and your brothers as you wove in and out of trees as quickly as you could, ducking and dodging out of the way of the dangerously close blaster fire.

You had no idea what was happening, but you had all been on a supposedly simple mission when the other clones started shooting at the jedi that accompanied you all, soon turning on you as well.

Echo, the newest member of your squad, pushed you to the side as you ran side by side just in time for something to go flying right where your head had just been.

It was impossible to even manage a nod of thanks as your arms pumped faster and you pushed your legs harder to try and get yourselves all out of there.

“We need to get out of here!” Hunter shouted over all the chaos, coming up right beside you, and you could practically see his wide, panicked eyes, even from behind his mask.

“Quick!” You pointed out a cliff just up ahead, “We have to jump!”

All around you, you knew the others were hesitating, but Hunter nodded from beside you, trusting you wholeheartedly. You would never even suggest something like that if you didn’t believe that you could all survive it.

“You heard her, let’s go!” He ordered, jumping off the side first.

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing

You all sat in a tense silence in the Marauder, each deep in your own thoughts that you couldn’t seem to escape from.

Why had the clones started shooting at the jedi- your allies- your friends? If it had been some sort of order, then why hadn’t you all heard of it? Why hadn’t you followed it?

There was one thing you knew for sure now, though. You were wanted by the republic, meaning you were now on the run from the only life you had ever known.

Of course, you had done the right thing by not shooting at the jedi, but then why did everyone else do it? Why would they ever betray them like that?

You knew you always talked about freedom, but this was not what you ever had in mind. You never would have wished for anything remotely like this. Not in a million years.

And I feel something so wrong, doing the right thing

You ducked your head, allowing your hood to fall further over your face, “I don’t like this,” You mumbled, anxiously rubbing at your wrists, “There’s clones everywhere.”

“We needed to get some fuel.” Tech sighed from beside you, “There was nowhere else we could have made it to.”

“We just have to lay low until it’s time to go.” Echo hopped in, eyes skillfully sweeping over the area as he spoke.

This didn’t feel right. Having to hide from the people that not too long ago, had been on your side. From people that hadn’t been hunting you down for the sole purpose of not shooting down your friends.

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

“I’m scared,” You admitted in a whisper, dropping your head back against the wall as you stared out the window into the endless area of stars.

Crosshair didn’t respond, just glanced at you before looking back out at the view.

“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.” You whispered.

“We’re supposed to survive,” He drawled, “And right now, that means going from planet to planet until this all settles down. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“No, I know that,” You sighed, “I just don’t like it.” You admitted.

He shrugged stiffly, “You don’t have to like it,” he grumbled, “You just have to do it.”

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

It made you sick to watch. The way they marched through the streets while fireworks went off everywhere, announcing that the war was over.

As if they hadn’t just gunned down hundreds- if not thousands- of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. As if they hadn’t just taken away the galaxies greatest source of protection.

“This is terrible,” Echo whispered in horror from beside you, “Do all these citizens really not know what happened?”

You shrugged, “Or they just don’t care.”

The man shook his head, “No, no, I can’t believe that. Because if we believe that, then we’ve lost the only thing we have left. Our hope.”

You gave him a tight lipped smile in return, not bothering to tell him that you were afraid that hope he talked about had long since fled from your heart.

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

“Can't sleep?” Unlike last time, you were the one initiating the question to Hunter.

The man’s head snapped up, before relaxing when he noticed it was just you. He shook his head with an exhausted sigh, “Want to, but can't.”

“Too many thoughts?” You asked in understanding.

“Too many thoughts.” He agreed tiredly.

A small frown pulled at your lips and you walked over to where he sat, ignoring his furrowed eyebrows of confusion and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.

“You’re going to bed,” You stated, dragging him back to his room, “Whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not tired-“

You effectively cut him off with the glare you threw over your shoulder, “Either you go to bed like this, the easy way. Or the hard way, where I knock you out. That way, you’re forced to sleep.”

He climbed into bed with little complaints after that, “You go to bed, too.” He yawned loudly as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The first smile in what felt like years tugged on your lips, “I will, don’t worry.”

Dreaming about the things that we could be

“So,” Wrecker asked loudly, “This is freedom?”

You sighed, drumming your fingers against the side of the cargo crate, “This is freedom.” You echoed.

He frowned a bit, “I expected it to be better than this.” He said sadly.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder, “You and me both, Wreck. You and me both.”

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

“Look what I found!” Wrecker announced excitedly, bounding into the room that you all sat around.

You all glanced up with curious expressions, being met with the sight of your grinning brother holding a deck of cards, “We can play!” He cheered.

Echo sighed slightly, “Wrecker, we have work to do-“

You watched sadly as the man deflated a bit at his words, and unconsciously decided to come to his rescue.

“Hey, now,” You coaxed, “One game couldn’t hurt, right? We all deserve a break.”

Reluctantly, one by one, everyone gave it, slowly sitting down around a table and letting Wrecker be joyful as he got to pass out the cards and you all relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever, allowing yourselves to get lost in the game.

Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"

You walked side by side with your brothers through a market on the new planet that you had all holed up on, falling into the routine that you had built up with all the past planets during your time on the run.

Hunter, Crosshair, and Echo were sent to scope out the place and find you all a practical and safe place to live for the next few days. You and Wrecker were tasked with finding the food. Leaving Tech to be in charge of researching everything he could about the place to better be able to fit in.

Though it wasn’t the most stable or reliable plan ever, it had gotten the six of you through everything so far. And despite freedom not being what you thought it would be, at least you would be able to spend it with your brothers by your side.

Padawans 🧡- @spidyyparker @bananadragonblog @femalemarvelself @i-writes-things @kiyomi-uchiha777

84 notes · View notes

bobafettsstarship · 1 year

Text

For two years…I have abandoned fanfic writing after being bullied by anonymous trolls and other downfalls life has thrown me…

But after recent events (the bad batch season 2 finale *cough* *cough*) I’m hopping back onto my writing horse and no one can knock me down…NO MATTER WHAT!!!

I’m still putting the pictures below the read more thing to avoid accidentally spoiling anything. I don’t wish to spoil anything for anyone so DON’T CLICK READ MORE IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE FINALE EPISODES!!!!!!!

#tech the bad batch #tech tbb #tech x you #tech x reader #tech x platonic reader

21 notes · View notes

ayoharuko · 2 days

Text

REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN AGAIN!!!!

Thats right people... my time has come.

I'm opening requests once again in a long time :D

Truth is... I'm having trouble in finding out what I should write, aka I really don't know what fandom I should start first (Still recovering from that long writers block)

Anyways!

The fandoms I'll be accepting requests for are:

Love and Deepspace - Zayne, Xavier & Rafayel

Yu Yu Hakusho - Yusuke, Kurama, Hiei & Kuwabara

Genshin Impact - All the guys are fine! The ladies too!

Haikyuu - Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki, Itachiyama, Fukurodani & Date Tech

Fluff, angst, platonic or romance is most appreciated!

I won't accept any dark tropes as I am uncomfortable with that so please respect my wishes.

All pronouns are fine with me too!

If you're gonna send in a requests, please make sure to try and go into a little bit of detail! I don't get things easily (I'm a slow person) so while reading your requests theirs a possibility that I'll get confused and might do your requests wrong. If you would like to know more of my rules, feel free to read the rest of my rules on my pinned post! Thank you so much for understanding!!

If you've got any questions send in an ask!

Thank you so much!

6 notes · View notes

helpfandom · 8 months

Text

Yandere Mitch Williams x Platonic Reader. hcs

I hate him so much omg ihatehimihatehimihatehim /j

You weren't a kid, you were just a year or two younger than him, 'cared more about the job then anything he could see from the surface. He sees you as more of a platonic Friend, then a platonic child.

You didn't respond to his taunts, used to dealing with people like him, but he could see the way that your eyes sparkled with delight when you managed to beat his score for the first time, the drive in your heart to be the best.

God, it made his heart so happy to see you so proud of yourself. It was at that moment that he realized he liked seeing that. He liked seeing you be happy. So he walked up to you and offered to let you know about the best spots in town, saying: "Well, you beat my score. You're worthy enough to be taught by The Mitch Williams."

If you were to reject his offer, he would be broken-hearted, it's the Mitch Williams! What's not to like??

He would be so ecstatic [Not like you would ever know though] if you accepted his offer.

Either way, he grows closer to you, drawing you into his heart, even bringing you around when he goes to that place. {His House, if you don't know what I'm talking about.}

If his family likes you? I mean like, in universe, Good for you! You got the fantastic four Mitch's family to like you! Out of universe, you're screwed. If his family likes you, they're way more likely to ignore your cries and pleas of help when he does snap.

Regardless, he's manipulative, and secretly gives you XP to help boost your score to beat him, if only to see that smile on your face. Five or Miko would confront him if they ever found out, but nevertheless, he wouldn't care.

Five and Miko would confront you if they ever found out, [which would be quite easy seeing as you're the only person to beat his score and still maintain a positive relationship with him.] leading you to investigate, and see that he's been secretly giving you XP.

How interesting.

Anyway, after you begin investigating [whether it be because of Five and Miko telling you about Mitch or simply because of your detective skills.] he tries to manipulate you, gaslighting you into accepting everything he's been doing. And then he kidnaps you.

Quick as that.

He had a plan, yes he did, but that plan was shredded the moment you confronted him. In his mind, his plan would go that he and only he got to see you smile, or be near you. Of course, that would never work, so he takes you back to his house after manipulating you into going into the car and knocking you out. He gives the excuse to his siblings that this is simply because he wanted you to hang out with them, but you were having a bad day and cried and fell asleep. [all things that happened, seeing as you would cry being betrayed by someone you thought could be a friend, but he is delulu and thinks that this is all that happened, and why wouldn't his siblings believe him?] And all he's going to do is just let you rest on his bed, letting you sleep after a hard day at work.

And they of course, are okay with it, since you've been over there before. Too bad you took their hearts away too.

Because now you'll never get out.

#tw yandere #platonic #yandere #x reader #headcanon #platonic x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #yandere glitch techs #mitch williams #glitch techs #yandere mitch williams #headcanons #Helpfandom's writing

24 notes · View notes

echos-girlfriend · 1 year

Text

Training buddies

Platonic - echo & tech & reader

Master list

~_~_~_~

Echo and Tech are determined to help you pass your combat medical exam. Even it means pretending to be injured in the middle of your apartment..

~_~_~_~

Warning: pet names are used but not in a romantic way. Reader is like a little sister to tech and echo.

~_~_~_~

Pacing was all you could do. The next day would be your exam.. it was starting to get to you.

"Cyar'ika.. you need to relax"

Echo cooed

"Echo is right darling. There is no reason to be nervous. We both know you'll pass"

Tech smiled widely at you.

"But what if. I dunno what I if I mess up!"

"How about you practice"

"With what echo?"

"With us. Me and tech can pretend to be dying and you do what you know to 'save us' so to speak"

"I think that would be a beneficial exercise for you dearest."

"Alright if the genius thinks it'll help we have to do it"

You giggled as they got into position. You stood with your med pack by your side and waited to see what they would do.

The last thing you expected happened next.. echo took off one of his prosthetic legs and started screaming.

"I LOST MY LEG!! HELP ME"

You were dumbfounded only for a second before you jumped into action. You pulled out your necessary tools and tech sat by you and watched closely.

"Now the instructor will want you to recite the steps to them.. pretend I'm the instructor and tell me what you would do"

You then proceeded to perform all the necessary tasks while repeating each step aloud to tech who nodded to each step.

Echo was quite the actor. Heaving and whining with pain that didn't truly exist. It was only have you practiced to administer the shot that he stopped yelling.

"Jeez echo I didn't think you would pull that out if your sleeve."

You grabbed his prosthetic and put it back onto his leg. You then took his hand and helped him up.

"Well I tried to be as realistic as possible. You never know what situations they will put they on during your exam or on the battlefield."

"Well if definitely helped.. thank you"

You pecked his cheek. And he smiled down at you with red cheeks.

"And thank you too tech. You helped just a much with it all"

You then pecked his cheek which caused him to giggle bashfully.

"Thank you. You guys the best friends I could ever ask for”

~_~_~_~

#the bad batch #tbb echo #tbb tech #platonic #clone force 99 x reader #the bad batch x reader #clone trooper tech #clone trooper echo

75 notes · View notes

toska-writes · 1 year

Text

This is from an anon which I loved! It was just a tad too long to add here!

“Dog Days”

Read here on Ao3 (✩)

Summary: for the first time in a long long time your feeling under the weather- it works out well though that you have 6 people that will make you feel much better

Pairing: The bad batch x GN padawan reader (Platonic with every member of the batch)

Warning: Needles only in one spot Mentions of being sick/ throw up- nothing that graphic really

Word count: 1627

Notes: This ask was so well written and honestly I couldn’t stop thinking about it! (Be ready for a bunch of Cody stories coming up- I have many asks for him)

“It would be wise if you both weren’t so close to them.” Tech walked into the room again scrolling through his data pad quickly. “It’s unprovable but you both could still become ill yourselves.”

You felt Crosshair shift under you for a moment and then put a hand carefully on your shoulder. “I’ll take my chances.”

“Me too!” Omega chimed in as snuggled closer into your side.

Tech sighed for a moment before walking over to the trio and placed a hand to your forehead.

“I’ve spent all morning trying to figure something out to contradict the illness, nothing so far.”

Crosshair glared at his older brother for a moment. “While your doing that why don’t you keep it down.” The words barely scraped pass his teeth. “I was hoping that they’d be falling asleep.”

“Don’t worry Cross I don’t think I could go to sleep at all.” Your groggy voice sounded muffled as you dug your throbbing face closer into Crosshair.

To be honest you haven’t been able to sleep all night to this morning. Stomach pains and throwing up have made sure of that.

Not braking eye contact with whatever he was reading Tech got up and started to walk to the cockpit before he looked over his shoulder.

“Omega Hunter is looking for you.”

“Awe.” Displeased she started to get up and out of the bunk you all were laying in. “But I want to stay and make sure they’re alright.”

“Believe me Omega I’m not going anywhere.” You spoke between coughs as you felt her get up and walk out the darkened room with Tech.

Crosshair returned the blanket over your shoulders and slid down the wall he was currently leaning back on.

Moments or hours could have passed, you couldn’t tell as your eyes tried to flutter shut but was interrupted by various things.

You didn’t hear when Echo entered the room or even when he crouched near the edge of the bunk.

“Hey Y/N.” Your eyes snapped to him for a second realizing he was with you too. “I brought you some soup that hopefully you’ll be able to keep down.”

You went to sit up for a moment and felt Echo help you up so you still leaned against Crosshair. Looking back at him you saw his head bob down and soft snores were coming from Crosshair’s mouth.

“Thanks Echo.” You whispered as you rubbed your eyes.

“Of course, you know this meal always use to make me feel better whenever I was under the weather.”

You smiled to yourself slightly as Echo came and sat next to you on the bunk; soup in his hand. “Fives sounds like a great guy.” Without knowing your head swayed slightly down and rested onto Echos cold shoulder.

“He is.” Was all he responded before bringing a spoon to your mouth. “Of course I’m no cook but you couldn’t possibly mess up this recipe.”

The soup danced happily on your tastebuds, the flavor was comforting enough where you didn’t have to worry about it staying in your stomach for a short period of time.

“Wow that is really good.” You whispered again, of course not being able to have real food in a matter of a few days made you a little biased but it was delicious nonetheless.

The bowl was emptied in a matter of minutes, you were unbelievably grateful for Fives’ amazing feel better soup.

“Here let me get Crosshair up so you could try and get some rest.” Echo spoke softly as he quietly got up from his spot.

“Let him sleep a little more at least.” Your hand shook as you reached out for Echo. The night before neither of you got a wink of sleep, Crosshair would doubt it if asked, but his eyes burned this morning from staying awake all night just in case anything happened. It eased you last night knowing he was there.

You could make out Echo nodding before exiting the room again, light barley flooded in as you saw a much bigger silhouette walk into the room.

“Aye there kid.” Wrecker wasn’t the best a whispering. Crosshair shifted slightly against you as you tried to lay you both down so Cross wouldn’t have to sleep sitting up.

Wrecker patted your head for a moment when you got situated then added. “You know I just thought Lula could help ya feel better.”

You could only smile to yourself despite how you felt as the soft material made its way into your arms. “It’s a bummer being sick but Lula was always there for me so I thought-“

“Thank you Wreck, I feel better already.” Brining Lula tightly in your arms and under your chin you could make out the smile of Wrecker.

“Sleep well with her.” Wrecked fixed your blanket as well and tried his best to walk quietly out of the room.

Crosshair moved around once again and brought an arm over your torso. “He’s so unbelievably loud.” He murmured slightly, the words still laced with sleep.”

You rolled yours eyes slightly burying your head into the pillow bellow you. “Mmm.” You replied slightly as you were racked with coughs. However this time you could finally close your eyes to sleep.

Sweat soaked your body as you quickly sat up to the displeasure of the headache that pierced your skull. You didn’t know how long you were asleep or if your were in the same bunk as before.

“Woah woah kids it’s ok.” You looked around for a moment as your eyes landed on Hunter, his hands placed on your heaving shoulders. “I just came to check up on you, good timing I guess.”

Leaning forward slightly you crashed into the shoulder of the sergeant that was kneeled in front of you. “It’s gross in here, I don’t wanna get Cross sick.”

“I gotcha I gotcha.” One hand rubbed over your back beige scooping you into his arms. Before you felt the bed leave from under you you quickly grabbed hold of Lula and brought her close to you.

The lights of the marauder were quite bright compared to where you were laying all day, however the sun had already set behind the widow as you were brought into the cockpit.

Hunter left your side for a moment then returned seconds later as you felt a cool cloth pressed to your forehead.

As you adjusted your eyes met the worried ones of Hunter. The sweat from the fever poured down your face but the cloth helped enough to put you at ease.

“Sorry Hunter.” You could see the discomfort along the fine features of his face as he tried to mask them.

“What are you talking about kid? You got nothing to worry about.” You knew he was lying, his senses were probably flaring up with the sickness you had. It made sense why you didn’t see him for a portion of the morning.

Omega was at his side along with Tech holding some sort of medical equipment.

“Feeling better Y/N.” The curious girl asked parking herself at your side yet again. If you were at 100 percent you would be able to practically feel the worry pouring off of her, but your senses were dulled.

“Yeah Omega I am.” You answered before looking at Tech. He patted Hunter on the shoulder as Tech motions to the control panel.

“This should help you to feel better in no time.” Tech said matter-of-factly. “However it does come in the only form of a shot.”

At this point you’d do anything to get over this feeling. You slightly nodded your head as Omega grabbed onto your hand. She could understand and knew why you didn’t like needles and she made sure you were comforted as Tech quickly stuck it into you shoulder.

“I would suggest more rest for you now until tomorrow morning when we’ll have to give you another injection.” Tech helped you up slightly.

“Why don’t you stay in my room?” Omega perked up taking your other arm around her shoulder.

Both you and Tech nodded as you made your way to the little nook that was transformed into a room just for the girl.

Omega pilled blankets upon blankets onto your shivering form but also made sure to drape the cold cloth on your forehead.

“Is that alright?” She asked coming to lay down beside you.

“Perfect Omega you’ve done so much for me.” You stomach made you curl up on yourself and into the small girls frame.

Omega looked you over worried for a moment before pushing some hair away from your face.

“Hey how about a story to help pass the time hm?” She asked now burrowing into the blankets next to you.

The comforting voice of the girl you considered now a little sister spoke calmly retelling many exciting stories from her time on Kamino. A few made you laugh as your eyes got heavier and heavier as minutes passed by.

“And then you wouldn’t believe it he-“ Omega trailed off slightly looking down to the sleeping form curled up close to her. The rise and fall of your chest was even for now and she couldn’t help the smiled that leaked onto her face.

In the deep depths of sleep your brow eased slightly as the pain no longer bothered you when you weren’t conscious. One last time she tucked a piece of your hair back slightly before taking your lead and closing her eyes as well, knowing at least for now you were alright.

_____________________________________

Taglist:

@arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu @verybadatwriting @solstraalaa @ray-rook

#star wars #the clone boys #clone wars #the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #echo x reader #omega x reader #star wars x platonic!reader #reader insert

236 notes · View notes