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friendlyneighborhoodsynthezoid · 1 month ago

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Pirate Batch- Christmas Special

(Happy Life Day! I wrote this very quickly and I'm posting it immediately. Maybe one day I'll learn how to write and revise my work.)

Omega was poked awake in the middle of the night to see Wrecker’s face looming over her, grinning maniacally. Her mind presented her with options.

“Who are we pranking?” she whispered.

Wrecker shook his head. “No one today.”

“What are we breaking?” she tried.

“Guess again!”

“Where are we going!” at last, she got an answer.

“We’re going into town!” Wrecker whisper-shouted, scooping her up out of bed with all her covers dragged up with her. He carried her out of her room, past the sleeping figures of the Marauder’s other occupants, and out onto the deck. He produced a coat, hat, and gloves from somewhere and left her to suit up. The night was chilly, after all, and while Wrecker was reckless, he knew better than to bring Omega home to Hunter with a cold.

Before she knew it, they were walking though dark street. Wrecker was vibrating with pent-up energy, but he was being unusually tight-lipped about their purpose.

“Why are we going into town?” Omega prompted eventually, when it became clear that no explanation was forthcoming. Wrecker stopped them by a market stall populated with trinkets and shinies. Omega was very familiar with the type of stall, but Hunter had a habit of gently steering her away from such items in favor of shopping for practical supplies.

She oohed and aahed at small pieces of sea glass and polished rocks while wrecker spoke to the lady running the stall. Omega picked up pieces of colorful fabric and handed them to Wrecker, who added them to their purchases without a word.

They walked away with several items, all extremely useless and very pretty. Omega decided to try again. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?” They approached a store.

Wrecker huffed a laugh and responded, “ever heard of a thing called Life Day, kid? - Grab those little candles for me, would you?” This last part was accompanied by a wave of the hand and Omega followed the gesture to a row of tiny candles off to her left.

She scooped them off the shelf and handed them over. “No. What’s Life Day?”

“It’s a holiday on some islands. Lots of celebrating, eating food, pretty lights, all sorts of things. It’s a good time. It’s also tomorrow.” He led them out of the store.

“Tomorrow?!” Omega echoed, “why haven’t I heard of it before now?”

“It’s a bit of a tricky subject for some of the boys,” Wrecker admitted. “Not always easy to find reason to celebrate. But I figured we could try to pull something together this year, since we got you with us an’ all.”

“So, what are we doing now?” They were veering off in yet another direction, and Omega was starting to lose track of where they were in space.

“Well, we’re picking up pretty things to decorate the ship with. And now I’m buying us Life Day presents.”

Omega looked at their new destination. A market stall selling fresh fruit. She could hardly dare to hope… “What are we getting?”

Wrecker took his time and settled on selecting six whole meilooruns. One for each of them?

Omega grinned widely as Wrecker paid for the wonderful treat and led her back toward the ship. “You really got us meilooruns? Can I eat it now?”

Wrecker patted her on the head with his free hand. “Nah, kid. Remember, they’re for Life Day. We’ll eat them tomorrow.”

When they arrived back aboard the Havoc Marauder, Wrecker stashed the meilooruns who-knows-where and came back to meet Omega on the deck. They worked tirelessly, and before long, they had created a wonderful masterpiece. Then, they went to bed.

The next morning, Omega woke to Hunter shouting.

“Wrecker? What did you do to the mast??”

Omega smiled to herself and ran up to the commotion.

There, in the middle of the deck, was the spoils of her and Wrecker’s work. The Marauder’s mast was resplendent in shining, glittering points of color that caught the light and shone like stars. Tiny candles, suspended in spheres of glass, hung from the rigging. Omega herself had adorned the mast with colorful swatches of fabric that fluttered faintly in the sea breeze. It was magnificent.

Or so she and Wrecker firmly believed.

Hunter was… surprised to say the least.

“Aw, come on, Cap’n!” Wrecker boomed smacking Hunter playfully on the shoulder and nearly sending him flying. “It’s pretty! Me an’ the kid decided to decorate for Life Day!”

“Ah, Life Day,” Tech and Echo emerged from belowdecks as well, the former adjusting his spectacles and looking interested. “A celebration started on the island of Kashyyyk to celebrate joy and harmony. Later adopted by many others as an event of feasting and festivities.” He broke off, upon seeing the decorated mast, “Wrecker, what did you do?”

The giant groaned dramatically. “Really, guys? It’s not like I chopped the mast or anything! We just wanted to celebrate!”

Echo decided to interject, “’We,’ which means you took Omega. Off the ship. At night. Without backup.”

“She was fine, Echo, I was watching her!” Wrecker insisted.

“He was,” Omega backed him up. “I think it’s great! And we still have to give everyone presents!”

She met Wrecker’s gaze excitedly, happy in shared conspiracy, which meant she was looking in the right direction for Crosshair to suddenly appear behind him and twine long arms around his throat.

“What. Is. Happening.” The sniper hissed in Wrecker’s ear.

Echo looked alarmed, Tech untroubled, and Wrecker and Hunter amused. The big man laughed and unstuck Crosshair from his neck with all the effort of shooing a fly. “We’re celebrating Life Day, Cross! Isn’t it pretty?”

Crosshair tore his glare from Wrecker to examine the decorated mast. His lip twitched and his eyes softened for a split second.

“Hmph.” He grunted. “Did you take any of that from me?”

“No, we bought it all,” Wrecker assured him.

“…right then.,” Crosshair pointed to a colorful piece of rock with a hole through it, suspended by a piece of twine. “Can I have that?”

“Uh… sure?” Wrecker said, exchanging a glance with Omega, who nodded supportively.

The trinket had vanished by the time she looked back.

Wrecker excused himself from the general milling about and returned with his hands held awkwardly behind his back. His jerked his head at Omega, and she came over to meet him.

“Is it time?” she asked, glancing behind him at the pile of meilooruns stacked in his massive arms.

“It’s time!” Wrecker agreed, and Omega took three of the meilooruns from him so he could carry the other three more easily. His shout drew the attention of the others, who looked at the pair in surprise before noticing the fruits they carried.

“Life Day gifts for everyone!” Wrecker boomed.

The two of them distributed the meilooruns and soon the whole crew was sitting together around the mast and eating and talking happily. Even Crosshair seemed to be enjoying himself, and Echo had a strangely misty look in his eyes as he chatted to Tech and Hunter. Omega sat with Wrecker, pleased with herself and delighted to be sharing a celebration with her family. She had her new brothers to protect her, a ship to live on and a meiloorun to eat.

Sure, they were on the run from the Empire, and sure they couldn’t catch a break from constant misadventures, and sure they had resorted to selling Echo for credits once or twice, but right now, everything was okay.

They were together, they were happy, and they were okay.

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niobiumao3 · 2 years ago

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Havoc Marauder Interior

Someone made a post about this a while ago but apparently they de-activated so it is possibly lost to the mists of time. Here is what I put together for myself as a writing reference. Image heavy, meta heavy.

Last edit: 2024/10/29

Edits: Replaced garbage text layout with actual ship overhead. Realized the two concept art images face different directions. This likely explains the magical moving jump seats. Also added discussion of a cargo hold. Added discussion of ship dimensions (specifically length). Replaced old guesstimates with numbers from Dawn of Rebellion. Added commentary about the magical seat. Added comment about the belly airlock and updated the floor plan.

I think people under- and over-estimate the Marauder's interior potential. Given its overall size and intended use (transporting about 10-15 troops plus assorted equipment and providing air support in a forward area), there's not much room left for creature comforts.

Except the Batch aren't 10-15 people, they're 5, and the shuttle is referred to as modified numerous times. This leaves plenty of room to make assumptions and freeform. So, as to what we have actual, visual evidence for from episodes and concept art, here is a rudimentary floor plan:

An important point about the two concept art images: they do NOT face the same direction. The top image faces to the aft/back of the ship, i.e. the tailgun. The second image faces to the fore/front of the ship.

Number key:

1: We know this is where the ramp and door are located from War Mantle and Metamorphsis.

2: We know about this upper storage area from Cut and Run

3: The access to the tail gun has changed visual from TCW s07e02 and various TBB episodes.

4: Access to a floor hatch with a narrow, vertical 'airlock' can be seen briefly in Bounty Lost.

The Airlock

With thanks to @megmca for reminding me of this: there's a narrow, belly-hatch airlock. We see it briefly in Bounty Lost, when they attach to the escape pod Omega has commandeered and Wrecker brings her in.

For all of you wondering what airlock-access the ship has, this is it.

The Magically Appearing/Disappearing Seat

In Cut and Run we have this moment with Hunter and Omega, but in most other shots each of these consoles has only one seat (eg. Tech and Echo in prior frames). I think this is actually NOT a magically appearing seat. I think it's the other console seat, because I suspect they can be moved. I base this one this shot from Replacements:

That looks like a seat with a moveable base.

Obviously this is bad design for a ship which is doing barrel rolls and what-not, so I have to assume they're magnetically locked. Even if it is the same seat, in the shots right before that one above, Omega walks up and it's not in that space. So it's almost like the scene was longer and was shortened, and we missed a few frames of her or Hunter unlocking it and moving it over.

Meta Discussions

tl;dr: I think of the Marauder as a small fishing vessel or a van-conversion RV. You can put a lot into a small space if you get creative.

Bathroom I know the writers have made weird assertions there isn't one and omg they all smell gross from no hygiene but that makes zero sense. Soldiers are constantly under stress, they're getting injured, they need to stay clean when possible or they're going to get sick and die from a systemic infection in short order. Anyone who's glanced in the general direction of military history knows this. You can argue about clone expendibility all you want but the Batch minimally qualify in that regard, being Nala Se's pet project. Can you imagine losing one of them to a staph infection because there's nowhere for them to bust out some no-rinse antimicrobial soap or get their scalp clean? I'm not saying they'll be doing photoshoots in between missions (well maybe Hunter would ) but, come on. (And are you going to tell me Mr. Sensor Sensoria is cool with doing long hauls with 4 people who don't bathe? Just, no.)

But that much aside, anyone who's ever been in an RV, a commercial airliner, or a modest-sized sea vessel knows you can cram a bathroom into a tiny space. Yes, you're going to be spinning in circles doing things, but the benefits of a spot to clean up, manage waste, and tend to injuries far outweigh any other use of that area. So regardless of what the writers say, a transport without a minimal refresher (to use the SW term) is counter to the ship's designed use. It has to be able to accommodate Wrecker, of course, but in the end it can double as storage when not in use. There is zero reason to not have one. Added to this, we now officially have a length for the Marauder, which is 30.3 meters (see below). RVs which are 1/5 of that size have bathrooms. You're going to tell me the Marauder doesn't?

If nothing else, since the TCW episodes and the beginning of S1 have pointed to them going on extended deployments with long hops between stops, they're going to need one or constantly be handling waste in much less efficient and sustainable ways.

Added to all of this, it's specifically called a modified variant of an Omicron. We're probably meant to think this means 'Tech would like to fly faster than the GAR and ship engineers think is reasonable for a shuttle' but IMO it extends to changes like this as well. So, there's a refresher in there, feel free to choose a spot. Right across from the fold out racks is a good candidate because in most imagery it's just weapons storage, and there's an entire upper-deck space which you could use for that.

Galley Definitely not one of these. The Batch are eating rations any time they're not on Kamino. You can make an argument they (and all clone units) have cook kits for improvised eating in the field; in the Batch's case I suspect that's a given, as they'd just start doing it because who's going to stop them? Additionally, the sheer amount of rations you would need to carry around to feed Wrecker would be ridiculous. (Remember when Wrecker talks about never being full in S2E13? I feel like this is an indication they did and still do, in fact, have to improvise a lot of additional caloric intake. Hunter probably thought Cut and Suu's farm was a genius idea. 'Grow your own food! Wrecker will never be hungry again! Fucking incredible.' Then Tech got the ship impounded.) I think you can argue for one being added, like with the refresher. Do they actually need those weapons racks anymore? Definitely no. But, it's not on there by default.

Beds As you can see in the concept art above, there are at least 3 racks that fold out from the wall on the port side. They're at a minimum wide enough to accommodate Wrecker, they may also be long enough for him to not need to curl up (unclear because in this shot from Bounty Lost his knees are bent and he's hugging Lula):

Three is a weird number since originally there were four of them. I figure the options here are:

The pilot/copilot/second row seats all look 100% more comfortable than the racks. We actually see Tech sleeping in one, at one point, so this has actual evidence to support it.

It's war time, they're never all asleep simultaneously. Someone is always flying the ship or on watch.

The floor is in effect the same as a rack, arguably preferable as you can't fall off it in the event Something Happens while you're out. So, one of them might actually be ON the floor sometimes.

They're not really intended to sleep on the ship for extended periods, but narratively we're lead to believe they have, many times, and needed to make adjustments to it as a result. Notice how quickly Wrecker whipped up a bed for Omega? IMO, not the first time they've done something like that--they did it for themselves first.

Cargo Hold Based on that screenshot of Omega above and the below shot from Cut and Run, the 'hold' of the ship is actually a storage area overhead, running the length of the ship. In that shot above of the rack, there are a series of yellow rungs which imply you can climb up somewhere on the port side. This is probably alternate access to that same overhead storage space.

In Cut and Run we see Echo, Omega, and Tech hide in it, coming back out from a slide-open hatch:

Given Tech's height this is probably somewhere around 1.5m high.

We can be reasonably certain the hold isn't under the ship, or at least storage there is minimal, due to a couple of things:

In all instances where the hyperdrive has been pulled, it's under the ship on the belly, and takes up a reasonable amount of space. Eg., in Retrieval, here's a bunch of stuff which has been pulled from the ship:

In instances where they're working on the ship from the outside, like in Cornered, the sides and belly never have panels open which contain empty space unless the ship's hardware have been removed to reach something:

So, the cargo hold is probably that space on the top from Cut and Run. It doesn't have much room; reasonably speaking, the area with the weapons and sleeping racks was probably a cargo hold as well, they just converted it to a more general purpose area. (So IMO this is a stronger argument for putting a commercial airliner-style bathroom in place of the weapons racks, particularly once they bail on the Empire.)

Dimensions - updated 11/3/23 Dawn of Rebellion has a Bad Batch section, and indicates the Marauder is 30.3m in length, 36.65m wide (presumably with the wings extended, and 12.41m tall (this probably includes the central stabilizer).

I will edit this to update it as we get more pictures. Since the toys that I know of have no basis the show from an internal perspective I didn't include anything from them.

Image sources:

All screencaps by me. Use at will.

Marauder underlay

Bad Batch Concept Art, Marauder Interior

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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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This may or may not be a request but would Tech let the reader pilot the Maurader? Or you can turn it into a request :)

Aloha!

Hmm, let me try to unfold the scenario in my head...

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/Slightly Jelly Tech/Cheeky Crosshair

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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You're sitting there with tons of data cards and sketches around you. You switch from data card to data card in your holopad, trying to absorb all the information. By now, you already have a headache. Tech has given you plenty of other stuff to learn about flying in general, besides memorizing the Marauder's manual. About fuel composition, about various gravity and zero gravity calculations, about statics and material composition and properties of every part used in the Marauder, including modifications Tech himself has made. Tech is standing in the middle of the room, you're so focused and stressed from all the learning material, you don't even realize he's there. "You look frustrated" You're so startled by his unexpected presence that you throw your holopad at him. With a "Woah," Tech just barely catches it. "Someone's tense," he says with raised eyebrows, handing you back your holopad. "Don't sneak up on me like that, please," you say, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't sneaking," Tech says quietly, "I even knocked, but you didn't respond." You look at him, frowning and critical. "I'm in a study rut. No normal person can memorize all that, especially not that fast" Tech asks deadpan, "So I'm not a normal person?"

You answer without hesitation, "Definitely not, no. You know that too." Tech blinks and shrugs, finally saying, "Okay you might have a point there" "That I'm supposed to learn the manual I understand, partially some of the other stuff too. But why learn all the other extra stuff?" Tech raises his famous explaining finger, pushes aside a couple of the data cards and sits down with you. "As a pilot, you should not only be able to fly, but you should be able to make repairs, in case of emergencies. You should be able to calculate how much your shuttle can take, what you use in energy, fuel and so on" You sigh in frustration, "Okay by me, but what's with these provisions and food calculations? Tech smiles unperturbed and says, "On long trips you often don't have a chance to stop in between. It's important to be adequately supplied for those periods of time." There are so many different things, so damn many numbers, dates, your head slowly spins and the frustration intensifies. "I'll never fly the Marauder, at least not as long as you decide that," you growl silently, dropping your holopad on your bed among all the data cards.

As you get up to leave, Tech grabs your wrist. "Wait," he says gently, "you know I'm not doing this to annoy you, right? Having you learn all these things is not punishment or sabotage, quite the opposite, Love." You turn around with a deep, tired sigh and look at him. He looks up at you, his expression all soft, with a shy little smile. He explains to you matter-of-factly, "These are all things meant to PROTECT you. Piloting a shuttle, no matter where or where to, is always a certain risk. I just want you to be prepared for anything and to be able to respond to any contingency in an emergency." You laugh tiredly and rub your eyes. "Tech, I just wanted to take a turn, not take your place as pilot completely". He gently pulls you back onto the bed by your wrist and pulls you into his long arms and says with amusement, "I'm surprised though how determined you were to immediately throw yourself over all that study material. I didn't expect you to actually do that. You really want to fly the Marauder someday, don't you?" You put your arms around his shoulders and move even closer. With a satisfied smile, you watch his ears turn red. It's a nice feeling to know that you still make him nervous in that special way. "Yes," you say softly and kiss his reddened earlobe.

Tech shivers softly, smiles shyly, and finally says, "Okay, one lap around the planet, with me as co-pilot, then we'll see."

"Easy on the thrusters, Love," Tech says a little nervously. You take some thrust away and ask, "Better?" He nods. "Better." Things are going well, better than you expected. Tech even lets you fly a few maneuvers, though only the easier ones. You notice he's a little tense in the copilot seat the whole time, but he's still surprisingly calm. His commands are gentle and patient, not snappy and nervous as you expected. You grin and say, "You're doing great, Tech." He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, you give him a quick glance and ask, "What is it?" "Wasn't I supposed to say that to you?" You laugh and reply, "Feel free to do so" "You're doing great, Love" "Better than expected?" you want to know. His eyes roam over the console, and he says, "So far the warning light has only flashed once, so yes, way better than expected" "Were you expecting a disaster?" you ask with a laugh. Tech shakes his head and explains, "No not exactly, but I taught Omega to fly, the warning light had blown the first time after her second hour of flying. She's not a bad pilot, but she's downright reckless." "More reckless than you?" you ask, surprised.

"In a way, yes, for a beginner at least. But I'm not reckless, I'd rather call it daring." You laugh and say, "I bet she tried to mimic your wildest maneuvers". Tech smirks as he replies, "Indeed she has". "I'm not surprised. She admires you," you say, smiling. Tech clearly feels pride, yet he says with a wink, "All younger siblings tend to emulate older siblings. Omega also copied everything Hunter did from the beginning. Then when Crosshair rejoined the team, she followed his heels and copied everything. Even chewing toothpicks." The thought is amusing. You know Crosshair well enough to know that he was certainly overwhelmed with it at first and grumbled constantly. "Did she try the 'tech turn' too?" Tech laughs nervously and says, "I've already told Omega that maneuver isn't called that even though I think it's quite flattering. Yes, she tried it and succeeded, much to my chagrin. After the first few hours of flying, I could barely walk straight when I left the Marauder. A roller coaster ride is nothing compared to that." You grin and say, "Maybe I should give the 'tech turn' a try". Tech's eyes get huge. "No, please don't do that. This is only your first practical flying lesson" You laugh and say, "My first lesson? You plan on giving me more of those?"

Tech smiles and says, "Sure. You are doing very well as I said. If you want, I'll give you regular lessons." You beam at him, "That would be great, Tech!" He smiles back in satisfaction. "Then maybe we should practice landing now, because we're running out of fuel. See, here's the display." You follow his finger pointing and nod. He's right, there's not much left in the tank.

The landing is smoother than expected, you are quite pleased with yourself and Tech seems to be too, because he smiles proudly at you. As soon as you open the ramp, you hear footsteps in the Marauder even before you leave the cockpit. Crosshair comes strutting in, a toothpick in his mouth as always. "So? How did our kitten do? How was the first flying lesson?" "Pretty good," you beam. Crosshair smiles back, barely noticeable. "She's got a name," Tech growls. The Sniper shrugs and ignores Tech again. "Saw your landing, not bad for a start". "Thanks. I have a very good instructor" you say cheerfully. Tech tightens up, stands up out of the pilot's seat, and proudly slides his goggles into place. You swing out of the pilot seat and say, "And now I really need to make love to my Instructor"

Tech says without thinking, "Exactly- wait, what? You mean your flight instructor, I hope?" Since Hunter is your hand-to-hand combat instructor, Wrecker is your weapons and explosives instructor, and Crosshair is your sniper rifle instructor, any number of troubling scenarios flash through Tech's mind for a moment. Crosshair allows himself a joke, clicks his tongue and says, "No, she means her sniper teacher, of course." You kick him in the shin, not hard, but firmly. Crosshair growls, "Ouch...still worth it." You gently grab Tech's hand and pull him with you. "What a question! You're the only one I make love to, Tech, you know that" you say laughing. Tech's ears and cheeks are flushed as he says, "I just wanted to make sure."

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