#cx2

[boggsart]

Are you in a dire need of some tbb s3 character references? I got u <3 <3

I got asked a lot, so i thought i'd share my models with you. None of them are accurate, but i've tried my best ✨

[clonebrainrot]

Okay hear me out. Ultimate Clone X theory

Clone X is Soup clone.

My evidence for this theory? Plenty when he talks to Crosshair about Joining them when he had the chance? He’s talking about during the food fight. This entire time he has been biding his time. And what is a river if not the soup of nature? I feel this in my bones. All other theories have been rejected as inferior Dogma? Nah! Tech boring! Cody? Ha give me a break. Slick? Derivative. It’s soup clone. The ultimate villain.

[talesfrommedinastation]

One of my favorite scenes in Season 3 of The Bad Batch was the snipe-off between CX-2 and Plo Koon’s Golden Child Commander Wolffe.

You could tell in that brief interaction that those two LOATHE each other. Total Mean Girls vibes. I’m here for it.

“IT’S CLASSIFIED!”

“WELL I’M IN CHARGE!”

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

dOmIciLe

[mformarsala]

you know what pisses me off about cx2 not being tech? that it did not go anywhere. it's not like cx2 turned out to be some other named clone. it's not like cx2's anonymity had a pronounced impact. and its not like tech's death was meaningfully utilized after cx2's reveal.

you can straight up change cx2 to being tech and it would change absolute fuck all in the final episode.

[levi-venn]

Been having Thoughts about the Mirror Batch! I picture Void and Memento with black hair (like most of the regs), and I picture Headshot with gray hair a couple shades darker than Crosshair's. Do you have any headcanons about what they look like? Or if they have any tattoos?

I'm so happy you asked! Here's your answer below. For anyone curious about these OCs, here is more information on The Mirror Squad

Physical Appearance of the Mirror Squad

Striker

It isn’t often Striker is found without his helmet and his jumpsuit which helps regulate his hypersensitive senses. However, his helmet and suit can’t protect him from the sensory overload of his own hair. For this reason, Striker isn’t just bald. He is hairless. He has pale thin cuts over his body from shakily and obsessively shaving any hair he can find. Circuit crafted a laser hair-removal device for his brother to protect his skin from that dangerous obsession.

Striker has no tattoos.

His eyes are a stormy light gray that constantly bounce around his surroundings, drawn to every sound and flicker of light that isn’t often heard or seen by his brothers.

Circuit

We actually get to see Cryptid-style images of Circuit in the series finale of Bad Batch. While Circuit's hair is cut short here, Circuit's hair tends to be up in a messy bun, his face scruffy from sheer disinterest in personal grooming until Headshot tells him to clean up. His hair is salt and pepper, the white strands borne from the stress of his augmentations. 

Circuit is a brilliant artist and is covered in tattoos he applies himself. The gentle buzzing and the consistent rhythmic pain allieviates the stress of his overactive mind and calm his twitchy body.

While his skin heals, Crunch happily volunteers as his “canvas” and will sit for hours while Circuit tattoos his brother. Circuit's tattoos are a series of colorful vectors, geometric shapes, a strings of lime green binary that spell out things like “I joined the GAR and all I got was insomnia and this tattoo” and ���If found, return to Crunch”

Circuit is leaner than his brothers teetering on underweight due to an instable, high metabolism and nausea caused by sleep deprivation.

Crunch

Crunch's pigment is lighter than his brothers, more freckled, with sandy blonde buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown that are rumored to turn black when he is in "Rampage Mode", though this is mostly due to extreme pupil dilation.

Most of Crunch's body is tattooed at this point thanks to Circuit. Crunch’s favorite tattoo is on his chest of a Rancor wearing a rainbow party hat sitting next to a broken growth jar eating uj cake. This was a surprise tattoo from Circuit for Crunch's "Growth Jar Day", a holiday only Circuit and Crunch celebrate. 

Void

Void, our Eerily Calm Soldier, has no tattoos as he does not see the point in them. “The body is a decaying vessel, temporary like everything else.” Void does, however, see the point in paying special attention to his hair. In fact, Void is obsessive about his coal-black hair (black hair in honor of Fanfictasia's suggestion!), sculpting it daily into a short, narrow mohawk. His facial hair is meticulously groomed into a devilishly thin mustache with a stripe of hair on his chin.

Void has a multi-branched, red lightning scar on the right side of his chest that travels up his shoulder. The scar is from a mission gone wrong that resulted in Headshot saving his life, earning a permanent scar himself. Void never speaks of that mission, but he refused medical treatment of his own scar, wishing it to be permanent. It was a souvenir of the time Headshot saved his life.

Nothing "moves" Void emotionally, but Headshot's self-sacrifice was a fascinating event he thinks of often.

Headshot (CX-2)

Above is concept art for CX-2 ("Sniper Clone") by Dawn Carlos for the official Star Wars Bad Batch Episode Guide.

Headshot is the only Mirror Squad member that kept his appearance as close to a Regulation Clone as possible. It helped diffuse tension between his brothers and the Regs since the Regs saw him as a “familiar face”. This conscious choice was also part of his larger plan to convince more Regs to defecting from the GAR (a plan that ultimately sealed his and his squad's fate to be put On Ice, their memories wiped, and become CX Troopers).

Headshot's facial scar came from an IG-100 MagnaGuard's electro staff, a scar he earned saving Void from a fatal blow. Under normal circumstances, Void doesn’t aid his squad unless directed by Headshot, but on this mission the injured Void scooped up his unconscious brother and carried him back to base himself. Void nursed Headshot back to health personally, firing warning shots at any medics who tried to approach. 

Most of Headshot’s wound healed, leaving only a single long facial scar.

Void never talks about the incident, but the squad noticed Void was quicker to obey Headshot's directions after that day.

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Thank you again for the ask @fanfictasia. These characters are so much fun to explore and they develop just a little more with every ask!

[deezlees]

Day 6: What If...

My "what if..." for Day 6 of @clonexocweek

So, what if CX-2 was Tech? Yes, it's cliche, but I enjoy the angst!

This is a Tech x Catrin pairing.

Artwork for this posted at the end since it contains spoilers!

This story is already posted over on AO3, but I ran out of time to write something new for today's prompt.

Summary: While on a mission with members of The Bad Batch, an uninvited guest shows up. When their paths cross, Catrin senses there's a strange familiarity about the clone-x assassin.

Warnings & Triggers: Depiction of Fighting, Violence, and Blood.

Words: 2030

She didn’t like being back on Coruscant at a time like this. It was too dangerous. But this mission was important, and Rex needed someone he could trust. And she needed a squad they both trusted. Still, she wasn’t happy that Hunter had brought Omega as well. She knew Omega was more than capable, an equal in all respects and worthy of working with them. But the Empire’s interest in her was troubling. Hemlock’s interest in Omega specifically could not be good.

She was deep in thought when Hunter’s voice broke through her concentration. “We’re at the extraction point. No sign of our contact yet.” His voice chimed from the comm unit on her wrist.

“Copy. No sign of anyone here either.” She replied.

“Nothing here.” Crosshair reported.

She sighed, and tried reaching out with her abilities again. She attempted to sense other living beings, other people. She could only sense her squad in the dark alley. It was difficult relearning to use her abilities, but she felt it was getting a little bit better each time. The loss of her powers on Eriadu had been a difficult blow, but one she didn’t regret. Out there, somewhere, Tech had to be alive. Otherwise, her sacrifice had been for nothing.

Time crawled by. Too much time. The tension in her muscles was growing, but not from strain, rather from anxiety. She felt a strange tingling sensation at the base of her neck. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t like this.” She said quietly into her comm. “They should have been here by now.”

“I agree.” Came Hunter’s reply. “We’ll give it a little more time, then we’ll call it.”

“They’re not coming.” Crosshair said, his voice grave but direct.

Something caught her eye, the briefest flash of movement. She turned her head to look at what had moved at the far end of the alley. Something up on one of the buildings was different. That hatch hadn’t been open a moment before. A figure appeared from within the hatch and jumped onto the ledge below. They move quickly and silently. She recognized a clone-x assassin when she saw one.

“Incoming. Clone assassin. End of the alley, up on the north building edge.” She reported to the others. “Hunter, get everyone out of here now.”

“What about you?” Hunter asked.

“I’ll keep our uninvited guest busy and cover your retreat.” She told him, her tone leaving no room for debate.

There was a brief delay, then Hunter’s reply came back, “Crosshair, stay with her. Wrecker, Omega, and I will head back to the ship.”

“That’s not necessary.” She advised.

“Too bad. Do you copy Crosshair?” Hunter’s voice came through the comm.

“Copy.” Crosshair said in a dangerously low voice. She knew he was mentally preparing for the upcoming fight.

She watched the clone assassin stalk along the edge of the building’s ledge, keeping to the shadows. He moved carefully and skillfully, but there was also something oddly familiar about it. Could it be? She thought to herself. No. That’s just wishful thinking.

“Well, now we know what happened to our contact.” Muttered Crosshair, his deadpan tone coming through clearly on the comm unit.

“Crosshair, keep your position. I’ll draw him to you.” She instructed. It was time to find out who this mystery clone assassin was. She holstered her blaster and looked down. Only 2 stories up, an easy jump. She leapt down, landing softly on the ground below. Now to get their uninvited guest’s attention.

She sprinted across the alleyway like she was trying to move from one piece of cover to another without being noticed. She skidded to a halt behind some old cargo crates, then peered around the edge to see if it worked. It had. The clone assassin had seen the movement and turned her way. She could see him pull down a viewfinder from his helmet, clearly trying to get a better look.

She pulled out her blaster and fired a shot in his direction. He dove to the side to avoid her shot. She watched as he ran to the end of the ledge where the buildings met and a tangle of pipes and wires hung in chaos. He quickly climbed down them, dropping to better cover behind an outcrop from the next building. She fired 2 more shots in his direction, then turned and ran down the alleyway, in the direction of Crosshair’s position.

As she ran, she tried to reach out with her senses again, trying to hone in on the clone assassin. She found him, and could sense his cool and methodical temperament. Again, that strange familiarity washed over her. She shook it aside and focused on his location. He was pursuing her. Perfect.

“Status.” Crosshair comm’d.

“Coming your way now.” She replied, her voice coming in short huffs as she ran.

She sensed the blaster bolt a split second before it could find its mark, giving her the needed time to swerve sideways, the bolt barely missing her. A second shot pinged off of the wall inches from her head. She rolled to the side, taking cover. He was close, she could feel it. He was waiting, most likely for her to stick her head out and see where he was. She wasn’t falling for that. Let him wait. She mentally told herself.

She tried again to reach out with her senses. It was frustrating how ineffective her abilities were. Her old self could have neutralised the clone assassin in a second. Now she was barely more powerful than a youngling padawan.

There, he was moving again. Cautiously coming up on her hiding spot. She tensed in her crouched position, ready to spring. She saw the end of his rifle before seeing the rest of him. She launched herself upward, grabbed the rifle and yanked it down as he fired, the bolt hitting the ground uselessly. She followed through bringing her knee up into his stomach. He dropped the rifle, using his now free hand to aim a punch at her face. She blocked it with her other hand, the one holding the blaster, which sent it flying.

It was on. Now they were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. He was skilled, she had to give him that, but not as good as her. She blocked his blows, and managed to land a few punches. He threw a vicious kick at her side, and she spun to the side to avoid it. In that brief moment, the clone assassin pulled out a knife. As she finished her turn, he slashed at her chest with the blade. She blocked it with her arm, thankful for her heavily armoured bracers.

“Where are you?” Came the angry voice of Crosshair, muffled through her comm unit.

She didn’t have time to reply as the clone assassin slashed and stabbed furiously at her. She blocked and danced backwards avoiding the blows. She was waiting for a gap in his attacks, any opening to give her an advantage. He brought the blade down in a wide arch, from high to low. She spun past the attack, grabbed his arm and used his own momentum against him. She pulled down, throwing him off balance. But the clone assassin seemed almost ready for it and turned his fall into a roll. He sprung up and turned to face her.

That move. She knew it well. She’d taught someone that move before. Someone she had often spared with and taught him additional moves like it.

“Tech?” She whispered in disbelief.

The clone assassin launched himself at her again. She spun, aiming her kick high and catching him inside his arm holding the knife. The knife clattered to the ground, but he kept his momentum going and tackled her. They both fell to the ground, the clone assassin on top, pinning her. His hands went for her throat.

She had to know. She didn’t care that she should defend herself, fight back.

She shoved his arms away and reached up for his head, for the helmet. His left hand came back and locked around her throat. At the same time she found the face plate switch and jammed it with her thumb. The helmet’s face plate fell away.

She knew that face. It was the face of the man she loved, but she almost didn’t recognize it. It was twisted with hate and anger. He snarled down at her, his hand closing tighter on her throat. The rage in his eyes burned into her, it caused her more pain than any physical wound ever could.

“Tech.” Her voice came out as a desperate plea. “It’s me.”

Tech glared hatefully at her. She had one chance. One more time, she had to try and save him, like on Eriadu. She placed her hands on the temples of his head. He yanked his head back, trying to break free, but in doing so he loosened his grip on her throat. She lunged after him, clamping her hands onto his head, locking her eyes with his.

One chance. One moment. She poured all the power she had into her healing ability. The slightest orange glow shone briefly from her palms. She channelled everything she had and focused it on his mind, on his memory. Their eyes holding each other's gaze.

It happened all at once, in the briefest moment, and yet it felt like time slowed to eternity. She felt the blade of his knife slip between her ribs, tearing through her flesh. The pain, a hot agony, burning through her. As the blade found its mark, she saw the change on Tech’s face. The moment when his memory came back. The moment he recognized her. The moment all of Hemlock’s conditioning melted away. The moment the shock of what was happening was processed in his mind.

The hand around her throat dropped away. Tech looked down at her, confusion clear in his features.

“Catrin?” He whispered.

“Tech. Welcome back.” Catrin said weakly. She tried to smile, but a dreadful, liquid cough tore at her throat and racked her body with pain. She could taste the blood in her mouth.

Tech’s eyes widened, concern flooding his features. He tore his gaze away from her face and looked down to his right hand, the one still holding the handle of the knife. He let go of it, as if it had suddenly become red hot and burned him.

“What have I done?” He said, shock clear in his voice. He tried to pull the blade out, but Catrin grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“No. It will make it worse.” She explained. She wrapped her fingers around his hand, her other hand gently caressed the side of his face. “I’ve missed you Tech.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. She wheezed, trying to breath, but it was getting more difficult.

“What have I done?” Tech repeated, more urgently, his anguish clearly audible. “What have I done!”

“Shhh.” She tried to sooth him, but it was too difficult to speak. She felt weak, her limbs heavy. Her arms fell to her sides. Tech placed his arms around her and cradled her gently.

“I-I…” She coughed again, more blood coming up. “I love you.” It was a barely audible whisper, but he heard her.

He pulled her close, holding onto her tightly. “What have I done?” He repeated over and over as he buried his face in her red hair.

It was getting harder for Catrin to see. There was a blur around the edges of her vision. Despite her eyesight fading, she knew a sniper shot when she saw one. The bolt of light flashed through the darkness before disappearing into its target.

She felt the impact through Tech’s body. Felt him go rigid, his hands digging into her as they gripped her like a vice. Then just as quickly, he let go, his body going limp. Tech rolled to the side landing beside her, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nostrils. The last thing Catrin remembered was the sight of Crosshair running towards them, Tech’s arms still wrapped around her, as the world went dark.

[clownbloody]

Yes yess excellent stuff. Oc + Canon Commission for @unholyleaf love their oc she was super fun to draw. Of course with CX-Tech love him. @@touch-in-the-night

[tech-aficionado]

I need everyone to stop what they are doing and join me in my latest fixation.

I’m seriously considering a AO3 book club and making a discord server dedicated to reading and sharing fic. I’m already on a few TBB servers (and I know there are many amazing ones out there too!), so maybe one more would be overkill? Idk.

Anyway, @niobiumao3 has crafted something ASTONISHING and yall need to come with me into this CX-2 Tech rabbit hole because my gods it’s incredible.

[isaidonyourknees]

Wait so Tech really is dead?

I’m never recovering

[aledigangi]

"Guessing metaphors"

(re-edit) Film: expired & cross-processed Kodak Supra 800 Camera: Cosina CX-2 Find more at linktr.ee/ale.di.gangi

[talesfrommedinastation]

Yaaaaaas another CX-Tech person!

(Stoutly agree: it’s in the eyes!)

Personally, as an artist, I find great joy in putting all the light and warmth and gentleness in Tech's eyes when I can and then taking it all away when I draw CX-Tech

[clonebrainrot]

[talesfrommedinastation]

WIP Wednesday!

Man, haven't done one of these in a while. And it's a double for multiple reasons:

This art piece is a WIP, I'm coloring it in and fixing some parts. Also, it's from an upcoming chapter in To Guard Against Titans, where.....

CX-2/Roak and Tech team up to do some rescuing from Tantiss, break some ankles, and Just Be Problematic. Tech's in MCRN armor. Double the brilliance, double the trouble!

I like how my Thanksgiving post last year was all warm and squishy and this one's just weird. A reflection of our times, I guess.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Can anyone read the Aurebesh in these screenshots?

I'm trying to translate it myself but it's slow going and I'm probably getting some of it wrong so if anyone else can decipher what they say, please feel free to add it in a reblog or something

The top two are from when CX-2 is breaking the encryption on Phee's coordinates to Pabu

The next three are when CX-2 is flying towards Pabu and somehow makes his ship undetectable so that The Marauder (rip) stops detecting it

The bottom screenshot is straight after when I think CX-2 selects some coordinates or something similar

[synthtv]

Wersi CX2 Wersimatic Analog Groove Box 1985