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@clonexocweek | Day 7: Free Space | Pairing: Tech x Silvie

Note: Hello!! This is super late, I’m sorry!! I wanted to join the event as it was happening, but...couldn't, for a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is that I really don't have anything concrete decided for this pairing, just— v i b e s. But I wanted to contribute with something. So here is a playlist.

Below is a holodisc containing a mixtape that Silvie made for Tech: one that would hopefully convey her growing feelings for him, one that she never got the chance to give to him before he and his family left Ord Mantell for good. Why is he holding it in the picture, then? Ah, well, I'd like to think that he somehow discovers it one day far into the future, when they meet again.

Translations and a selection of lyrics below the cut!

Aurebesh to English translation of the second picture:

To Tech I really like you but I’m not good with words, so...here you go Tracklist 1. L&H 2. Freedom 3. Runaway 4. Friend of Mine 5. Heavy with Hoping From Silvie

Lastly, some lyrics of the chosen songs to describe the things she wanted to convey:

Silvie’s Mixtape

L&H - Leska

Love and happiness Something make you do wrong Love and happiness Make you do right

Freedom - Kygo & Zak Abel

You give me something that I can hold on to A little light when I'm down on my knees I was so lost in myself when I found you But in that moment you made me believe

Runaway - Galantis

Think I can fly, think I can fly when I’m with you

Friend Of Mine - Avicii, Vargas & Lagola

My, oh my You must have saved me about a thousand times I wouldn't be the one I am today If you hadn't been a friend of mine

Heavy With Hoping - Madeon

Shut me up Shoot me down before I Break and tell the truth Heavy with hoping Heavy with hoping you love me too

[toastyrobos]

Long time no art post…so it’s been a while since I’ve posted any bad batch artwork😅

Art block when it comes to bad batch art has been kicking my butt unfortunately. Not to mention I’ve been busy with commissions and Patreon stuff and personal life stuff. I missed drawing Tech x Onyx (Star Wars OC) so I decided to do a quick sketch of them. Might color it at some point.

I do want to sketch more of these guys, cause the show is my favorite Star Wars show. I’ll try to make time for them.

Speaking of the boys, I’ve been for the last year trying to collect the bad batch black series figures. I got Tech right away for Christmas last year, then Hunter several months later. Echo I found for a decent price on Amazon whereas Crosshair was so hard to find at a decent price. Especially the one in his bad batch colors. Luckily I found one for a somewhat okay price. Wrecker and Omega I ordered off of Hasbro’s website for a good price. Next time if I want a full set, I’ll just buy them right away instead of having to track them down like looking for a needle in a haystack😅😅



[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello friend! I'm in love with your writing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Idk if your requests are still open but I'd like to request something if you don't mind!

I LOVED the hurt/comfort/whump fic you did for Hunter. Could you possibly do something like that for Tech x Reader?

Maybe Tech and the reader are on a mission together or maybe they've crash landed somewhere or something. The reader is badly hurt and Tech has to take care of her and treat her wounds and save her and comfort her in his own special Tech way 😂😍

Oh @arctrooper69 what can I say? I mean ... I think a thank you is just not enough. You have made my day with this request, so I took my time to give it the proper respect it deserves. I hope you like it. If it wasn't exactly what you were looking for I do apologize.

Please note that you are always welcome to send in requests. As this is a special request, it will be stored in my One Shots & Mini Series Master List.

The story got a little away from at 1400+ words, but I hope it's close to what you wanted.

And who doesn't love Tech. I love this adorable nerdy man.

Love oo,

His Promise

Warnings: Snow, injury, blood, explosions, crash, grief, fear, anxiety, hurt, fluff, near death, feelings of being a burden, getting in the way, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

Please note the explanation of Snow, Tech gives, was taken from the National Snow and Ice Data Centre.

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The wind was picking up, as the snow piled down and was doing everything in its power to keep you and Tech from being rescued. You looked at the snow as it came down in sheets outside the entrance of the cavern he found, mesmerized by its beauty. 

“It’s beautiful and so calming …” you said slowly, your body already weakened from your injury and loss of blood.

“What are you talking about?” Tech did his best not to let the slowness of your breathing or even the breathless way you were speaking affect him. His anxiety was already high, and his fear of losing you was nearing his breaking point. 

“The snow…” you kept watching the soft flakes float down as they gently landed on the ground, piling on top of one another, almost as though they were unable to survive without the comfort of those around them. 

Tech glanced up to see the blizzard which prevented you both from leaving. As he watched the speed of the wind, he calculated it would’ve been nearly impossible for Hunter to bring the ship close to them. As he looked at the used bandages already soaked through with your blood his fear only grew. You needed immediate medical attention, more than he could provide at the moment, or it would mean certain death for you to be out here any longer.

Frankly, he couldn’t stop picturing the way you lunged forward as the ship crashed. He was helpless to watch you, as your body fell forward against the console, as a piece of the console broke off and jabbed you in your abdomen. It all happened too fast and somehow in slow motion. He could still hear your scream piercing his ear as he pulled you off the console.

He tried to stop the bleeding right away, however when he went to look for the med kit, he realized only too late that it had fallen out of the shuttle when the engine and the side compartment blew. All he had left were his emergency bandages and gauze and they weren’t nearly enough. 

At that moment, he couldn’t care less about how beautiful the snow was or how calming the blizzard looked from inside a cavern, that he only had to find because that piece of osik shuttle decided to have a fuel leak, catching on fire. 

Within seconds he had needed to drag you out of the relatively warm and safe shelter you both had, grabbing what supplies he could before the ship blew up. Thankfully, he had been able to send a message to Hunter when the shuttle crashed initially. So it was only a matter of time before the Marauder showed up, but …

His eyes fell back to the bundle of used gauze, his anxiety climbing as he knew you needed more first aid than he could provide at the moment. You needed the Marauder, you needed his med kit that he carefully stocked and kept safe on board the Marauder. At this point in time, he didn’t care about any kriffing snow.

“Snow is an accumulation of packed ice crystals. The condition of the packed crystals determines a variety of attributes, such as colour, temperature and water equivalent. As weather conditions change, the packed ice crystals can change as well, and this affects the characteristics of snow.”

You chuckled at his ability to pull forth information like it was nothing. Unfortunately the chuckle turned to coughing. Only causing you to dribble more blood out of your mouth, you wiped away what you could. He didn’t need to see that, “Tech …” you coughed again, “turn off your brain for two seconds, don’t think and just look. Just watch.”

He pulled the heater closer towards you, “Stop talking and try and warm up.”

“Tech…” you held his hand, “just look.”

His eyes drifted up your body, till he locked eyes with you. They were pleading for him to listen and to just have him appreciate what you found mesmerizing. He tried to follow your advice, focusing on the snow, but all his mind kept drifting back to was this blizzard that was preventing you from getting the medical attention you needed, so desperately. 

He shook his head focusing back on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Trying his best to keep you with him. 

“Tech,” you gripped his wrist “… stop …”

“No.”

His tone was firm and full of anger, why did he agree to let you come with him? If he used his brain instead of allowing his feelings for you to dictate his actions, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Why did you always insist on following him? Why didn’t you just stay behind on Pabu? Simply because you wanted to see the galaxy, and he was excited to show it to you? It was his fault you were here. It was his fault you were in danger. It was his fault he … was going to lose you.

“Tech …” you squeezed his wrist. He removed your hand from his wrist, placing it off to the side as he focused on your wound. He didn’t deserve your touch, he didn’t deserve to have you comfort him. It was his fault you both crashed on this force forsaken planet. 

There was nothing you could do as you watched Tech pull away. 

From the moment you met him on Pabu, the way he worked with Phee as he helped rescue the villagers when the rogue wave was rushing towards the island, and the way he helped make everything more ‘efficient,’ you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. You wanted to learn from him, to listen to him go on with regards to anything and everything. Only problem was you never had the courage to actually utter the words you were dying to. Phee told you time and time again, ‘later’ was never a guarantee, and now as you lay on the cold floor of the cavern you were in, bleeding out of your abdomen, you realized how little time there was left. 

  Tears welled up in your eyes, as you realized you needed to unburden yourself. You needed to tell him what had been pressing on your heart before you didn’t have the strength to, it didn’t help that you were feeling weaker with each passing second. Also didn’t help that you could tell he was angry, actually a more accurate description would be infuriated, more than likely at you.

“I’m sorry.” You offered the only apology you could. “I’m sorry I’m such a burden, even now.” You took in a shuddering breath as Tech stopped moving his hands for two seconds as he focused on your face. “I’m sorry for always pestering you to teach me,” you offered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for not listening,” a tear slid down your cheek, “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. To have to feel responsible for someone like me.” 

He shook his head, his teeth clenched as his anger, grief, fear, and sadness overwhelmed him completely in that moment. He pulled off his helmet and placed it beside him. 

“Stop.” It was his only command.

“Please, I …” you coughed again, trying to not cough on him. “I just want … I need to …”

He cut off your speech as his hand cupped your cheek, “Cyar���ika …” tears welled up in his eyes, “you were … are never a burden.” He couldn’t believe that’s what you thought of him… that’s what you believed he felt for you. He shook his head again as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have loved every second we have spent together. I made a point to record every moment with you, because they were more precious to me than breathing.”

You held on to his bicep, keeping him close as tears streamed down your cheek, “Tech … I … I don’t want to go… I want … I want to stay here with you…”

“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you …” his tears landed on your cheeks, mixing with your own, “you’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Hold me… please… just hold me until…I can’t feel your arms anymore.”

“I’ll hold you longer than that,” Tech pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he felt your body grow weaker. Your eyes were closed, your body was growing pale. He was so focused on you, he didn’t hear the voices calling out to him, at least not until he felt Hunter’s hand on his shoulder. He didn’t wait, there were no more seconds to lose. He rushed towards the Marauder with you in his arms, he wasn’t going to lose you. He promised. He was going to bring you back.

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[ghostymarni]

thank you @baddest-batchers for trusting me with Sarad again <3

@jetii I adore Tech + Sarad, it was lovely drawing them again.

[bring-backup-99]

Before It Gets Too Late

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a fun and special day with Tech, starting with a flying lesson that takes an unexpected turn. There’re fluffy times but mostly sexy times. (I’m trying to support and comfort my Tech people during this dark period.)

WORDS COUNT: 1926

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, rough sex, probably bad flight mechanics

NOTES: This is installment twenty-two of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a nice stand-alone Tech story. Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Everything was going fine until a large flock of flying creatures shot out of the canopy in a wide column directly into the ship’s path. You were too close to simply fly around them, and every other usual option you could think of would leave hundreds of them dead and the ship with possible light damage.

So without a second thought, you killed the thrusters while sending the ship in a tight turn, the nose pointed at the column. A quick tap of the port thruster has you cleared of the animals, with what you hoped were minimal casualties, then you reinitialized the main thrusters and resumed your disrupted flight path.

For a full minute, there was silence to your left. Finally, “It appears that flying lessons were unnecessary.”

“That was never the question,” you hedged. “You asked if I would like you to give me lessons. You didn’t ask if I knew how to fly. I answered honestly.” And this was your third time out.

“But with a glaring omission,” Tech huffs at you.

“Don’t be angry at me. I was very curious as to how you would be as a flight instructor, and I would not have received the same response if you had known.” What you do know is that this is logic he won’t be able to argue with.

He hmphs at you again, but you can tell he’s not really upset.

“That was an interesting maneuver you performed.”

“A modified ‘Tech turn.’ Seemed like the best option for minimizing death and destruction.” You pause for a moment, then you look at him. “It can’t be, right? The ‘Tech turn’…” You trail off as you see the corners of his lips turn up to an actual smile.

“That is not what it is called.”

“I’m going to fuck your so hard as soon as we land.”

“I was contemplating something similar.”

He doesn’t take the controls from you, but you sit quietly for a while.

“I’m not great at mechanics. You could teach me that?” you offer.

“Specifically define ‘not great’,” he asks.

“I definitely couldn’t fully repair this ship, but I am unable to give you a rundown of which systems I am deficient in. That’s the best I can do.”

“That…is acceptable.”

*

Almost as soon as the ship touches down in the tree-lined clearing, you are on each other. He lets you push him back down in his pilot’s chair, straddling him while your lips devour his with kisses. You groan in frustration as you try to divest him of his various layers of clothing, but you’re too eager and your fingers can’t find all the buckles and straps.

Want. Need. They course through you. You need his skin against yours. Finally, he takes pity, gently stops your fumbling, and slowly removes all the items covering his torso, your desperate whimpering doing nothing to hurry him. Then he lifts off your shirt. Your bodies crash together again. He kisses along your neck, down to your breasts, cupping them, licking your nipples. You throw your head back and cry out, your hands stroking over his head and neck; then fingernails scrape down his back, feeling his taut muscles.

“Against the wall,” you groan. Moments later, you’re both naked, and your back is to the one bare metal plate in the cockpit. Tech drops to a knee in front of you, places your leg over his arm, and targets your clit in a focused and aggressive attack.

“Fuck! FUCK!” you scream as, mere minutes later, you come. And then he lifts you, burying himself deep inside you, pounding into you, your pussy still twitching in pleasure.

Every rough, hard thrust is accompanied by his grunts, and you loudly proclaim your satisfaction, your voice echoing through the ship. You want Tech to do this, need him to do this, to take his pleasure from your willing body. He captures your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, his other hand gripping your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh, pinching, bruising. He kisses you, mauling your lips, and when he breaks away, you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

He gasps, releasing your wrists, and takes a strong hold of your ass and thighs, angling you for deeper, feral thrusts. Your arms encircle his neck and shoulders. You want him like this, desperate for you, as if no one else could give this to him. An animalistic groan emanates from him as his cock ravages you until finally a full throated cry signals his climax and he holds himself deep inside of you, and you feel his hot cum pump into you.

Neither of you move, the only sounds your gasping breaths as you each try to take in enough air.

“Mmmm,” you finally manage. “That was excellent.” You smile, then lick a drop of sweat from his neck.

“Yes,” he says, a slight gleam in his eye, “Quite satisfactory.”

* You lie in a bunk together, your head on his shoulder, a hand idly stroking his chest.

“Why did you not disclose to me that you did not need flying lessons? Your skill level is clearly quite adequate.”

You suck in your breath. I wanted to spend time with you outside of my bedroom. I wanted to know who you are when we’re not fucking. I wanted to be on this ship with you when you could be focussed on me. I wanted… So many wants, as if you can’t be happy with what you have.

“It’s been a long time since I flew. I wasn’t sure that I didn’t need them…at least as a refresher.” You hesitate. “Are you angry at me?...slightly perturbed?

“I am not. And at least they were not a waste of time.” His fingers run up and down your arm.

“No,” you agree.

Tech looks down at you, watching your hand move along his skin. You have not asked him why he offered to teach you, which is for the best. Tech is worse at articulating his wants than you are.

*

You wake up alone in the bunk. It’s been awhile since the person you’d fallen asleep with wasn’t still beside you. The ship is dark, so it must be night. You get up, the floor cold under your feet, expecting to find Tech in the cockpit.

Instead, a drop-ladder is down from the midship overhead storage space.

“Tech?” You call up.

“Ah, you are awake,” you hear him say. “I was just coming down to collect you. Come up here.”

“Um, I’m naked?” You look around for your clothing and see nothing.

There’s a long pause. “It appears that I am nude as well…I do have blankets.”

You sigh and tentatively climb the ladder, then follow Tech’s voice to a maintenance hatch with another ladder that lets you out onto the ship’s fuselage. He takes your hand and leads you to where he’s laid out a large blanket over the cockpit. You feel awkward even though the warm night air is quite pleasant on your skin.

“What’s this all about?”

Tech helps you down onto the blanket, then points up. “The moons have just set, so we should have quite an excellent view of the Quadrillen meteor shower. I believe you expressed dissatisfaction with your ability to see this from the city.”

You look up and, after a few moments, you watch a meteor blaze across the sky. You hadn’t mentioned that you wanted to watch this to Tech. You and Crosshair had been discussing it. You hadn’t realized Tech was paying attention. You lie next to each other, mostly in silence, watching the light show.

“I must admit, I was skeptical at first, but this is quite a pleasant experience.”

“Skeptical? Why?”

“I have seen many natural phenomena during my travels in space. I did not think that the debris from a comet entering a planet's atmosphere would be particularly visually stimulating in comparison to what I have witnessed. But taken as a whole, this is quite an excellent experience.”

You laugh. “I suppose.” Smiling, you continue to watch as the little streaks fill the night, when suddenly three meteors scorch their way across the sky. You sit up excitedly and point. “That was amazing.” You look down at Tech. He has a slight smile on his face, then he pushes himself up and presses his lips to yours. His arms gather your body to him, one hand stroking in your hair, one at the small of your back. He takes your breath away with his kiss, drawing you down onto him.

This feels insane. Are you really going to fuck on top of the ship under the night sky? Turns out, yes, yes, you are.

You lie on him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin along your body. You kiss for a long time, until you can’t take it anymore, and whisper, “I need you. Please.” He helps you slide onto him, both of you gasping. You whimper; you’re a little sore but the sensation is too sweet. You lean forward, pressed chest to chest, as he pivots his hip to help you fuck him gently.

And when he carefully rolls you both so you can watch over his shoulder as the stars cascade out of the sky, you can’t help but think that this is all a little too ridiculous. He moves above you, long strokes that make your breath catch, and you cry out because sometimes he fits inside you perfectly.

You wrap your legs around him. “Yes, I like that. It feels so good. Just like that, Tech. Mmmm, just like that.”

Stars keep falling as he takes hold of your legs, angling you so his cock can thrust deeper. Your cries sound small as the trees surrounding you consume them.

You move together, one being working toward the same goal. Each stroke sends shivers through you until you feel your body full with warmth as a soft climax overtakes you, not nearly as intense as the one earlier, but somehow more satisfying.

He holds your hands, fingers intertwined, as he watches your face while the orgasm washes over you, drinking in those little noises you make that he so enjoys. He moves carefully as you finish, knowing you must be sore already, wanting you to still find pleasure as he nears his own climax.

And then you start whispering to him, “Come in me, Tech. I need to feel you inside me. I need it. I need you to come for me.” You move under him, insistent, demanding, so he has to surrender to you. He stiffens and gasps, his hot cum emptying in you. You wrap yourself around him as he collapses onto you, finally spent. You watch as the stars continue to fall through the blackness of the sky.

“We shouldn’t fall asleep up here.”

“Yes, that would be unwise.” He gingerly lifts himself off you. You roll and lie on his shoulder, watching the stars fall behind the trees. The air is cooling and you shiver. “Let us go back inside. You can continue watching from the cockpit, if you wish.”

“Tech.” He looks at you, while collecting the blankets. I wanted to spend more time with you, that’s why I lied.

“Thank you for tonight.” This was really special to me. I hope it was to you.

“Yes, this was very enjoyable.” He watches you as you climb down the hatch. I wish to do this again.

* But wait, there’s more:

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky

[echojedis]

I've posted the first drawing before but these two belong together- some juntech hospital angst @wrenkenstein

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[jetii]

Step by Step

Contribution to @clonexocweek | Theme: Conflict

Pairing: Tech x Sarad (Zeilla Pillian, Jedi!OC)

Words: 4,106

Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, reluctant colleagues to friends?, a little flirting, a little pre-relationship feelings realization

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Sarad and Tech are left stranded alone together on Mygeeto. While Sarad deals with her fear of not being good enough to lead the Batch, Tech deals with his inexplicable feelings toward her.

A/N: This is a small part of a future larger series of short stories from Tech and Sarad's pre-relationship era, set shortly after their first mission together. Tomorrow I'll have some Thorn/Senator to share :)

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Tech watches her sleep.

It’s only two hours into his watch, his back to the wall and his body turned toward the mouth of the cave where the snow drifts are piling higher. His legs are aching, his feet are numb, and he's cold, even under his armor.

He wants to get up, to pace, to distract himself, but he doesn’t want to wake her, doesn’t want to disturb the rare peace Sarad seems to have found. He watches as the snow falls outside, thick flakes drifting down from the gray sky and collecting on the ground. It's a beautiful sight, and the quiet is peaceful, but it's not enough to keep his mind occupied.

He doesn’t understand why she hadn’t been better prepared for the storm. It had been obvious, and yet, she hadn't done anything. Hadn't even warned him. Instead, she’d simply sat down, pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders, and started meditating. He had been annoyed, and concerned, and slightly angry, and his words had been sharper than he'd intended, but she hadn't reacted. Hadn't said anything. Just stared blankly at the wall, her eyes distant.

And then, after what had felt like an eternity, she’d curled up and fallen asleep.

He hasn’t slept yet, hasn’t allowed himself to. Not when he's so worried about her. About how she’s reacting, and why, and what it all means.

His eyes drift over to Sarad, taking in her form. She’s tucked under the shock blanket he’d insisted she take from the emergency kit, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself.

She looks smaller than he's ever seen her. Small, and fragile, and breakable. It's an unfamiliar sight, and one he doesn’t particularly enjoy. The feelings it stirs in him are equally strange and unwelcome. He doesn’t like this. Doesn't like the concern, and the worry, and the fear. It's too intense, too overwhelming.

And, yet, he can't stop.

He shifts, stretching his legs out in front of him and flexing his toes, trying to return some feeling to them. It doesn’t work, and the discomfort only grows, so he settles back into his position and resigns himself to the ache.

The snow continues to fall, the flakes dancing outside the cave. He knows, from studying the weather patterns on various planets, that the snow can be deadly. It can bury a ship, or an animal, or a person. It can kill, if you're not careful.

And, right now, he doesn’t think Sarad is being careful.

Tech’s eyes dart to her still form, and he feels a rush of unease. He doesn't know why. It's irrational, illogical, but the feeling persists. It's a weight in his chest, and it won't go away, no matter how hard he tries to push it aside.

He doesn’t know what to do. He's never felt like this before. Never felt so powerless, so unsure.

He sighs, a long, low exhale, and his breath fogs the air in front of him. He hates this. Hates the waiting, the not knowing, the uncertainty. He doesn't like not being able to fix things.

Tech lets his eyes close, the darkness soothing. It's better, when he can't see. When the image of Sarad, huddled and shivering under the shock blanket, is gone from his vision.

It's not right, seeing her like this. Seeing her weak, and vulnerable, and hurting. She’s always so strong, so composed, and the sight of her breaking is disconcerting. He selfishly wishes it had been one of the others who were stranded out here with her. Any one of them would know what to do.

Well, perhaps not Crosshair. He probably wouldn't have cared. But Hunter would have known how to comfort her, and Wrecker would have known how to distract her.

And, if not, they would have at least been better company. They wouldn’t have made her cry, the way Tech had.

The memory still stings, and he tries not to think about it. He hadn't meant to be so harsh, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been a long day, and he was frustrated, and he hadn’t been thinking clearly.

Not that it was an excuse.

He's learned by now that Sarad needs a soft touch. That she’s sensitive, and empathetic, and easily wounded. That she responds better to compassion than criticism. And that, while she has the strength of a mountain, her heart is soft and gentle.

It's a strange combination, and it's one that he finds fascinating. She’s a paradox, a contradiction, and it fascinates him as much as it frustrates him.

The sound of a whimper breaks the silence, and Tech's eyes snap open. He turns, looking over at her, and sees that her body is trembling, and her face is contorted in a pained expression. He frowns, and leans closer, his hand reaching out to grasp hers.

"No," she mumbles, her voice cracking. "Please."

"Sarad," he says, keeping his voice soft and even. "You're dreaming. Wake up."

Her hand jerks away, and he blinks in surprise. Sarad’d breathing is coming in short gasps, and her head is thrashing from side to side, as if she’s trying to escape. He's never seen her like this before, and the sight fills him with a sense of panic.

"Sarad," he repeats, his voice louder this time. "Wake up."

He reaches out, his hand closing around her shoulder, and he shakes her, gently, but firmly. Her eyes fly open, and her body tenses, and he can feel the muscles beneath his hand straining.

"No!" she shouts, lashing out with an arm. It connects with his stomach, and the force of the blow knocks the wind out of him. He takes in a wheezing breath, and his hand clenches around her shoulder, trying to keep her still.

"Sarad, it’s me," he rasps, fighting through the pain. "It's just me."

Sarad freezes, her eyes going wide, and he can see the terror in them.

"Tech?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"Yes," he replies, his hand still gripping her shoulder. He realizes he’s rubbing slow circles on it, and wonders, briefly, if he should stop. But then she shifts, leaning into his touch, and his fingers continue their movement. "It's me."

She blinks, her brow furrowing, and she glances around the cave, as if she’s not sure where she is. As if she’s not sure what's real. He’s seen this before, with his brothers. The look of confusion, the disorientation. The aftermath of a nightmare.

"It's okay," he says, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring. "You're okay. We're in a cave on Mygeeto, and we're waiting for the storm to pass. You were having a nightmare."

"I..." She hesitates, glancing away, and he can see the tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," he says. He hesitates, unsure if he should ask, but he's never been able to control his curiosity. His other hand reaches out on its own accord to tug the blanket tighter around her shoulders, and he feels a flash of satisfaction when she sighs. "Do you...want to talk about it?"

Sarad bites her lip, a gesture that he's come to realize is one of nervousness. And one that never fails to make his heart beat irregularly.

"No," she murmurs, shaking her head. "I can't."

"Alright," he says, trying to ignore the slight disappointment he feels. "If you change your mind, I will be here."

"Thank you," she replies, giving him a small, watery smile.

He nods and lets his hand slip from her shoulder, and the loss of contact is strangely upsetting. He doesn't want to let go. Instead, he settles beside her, his leg pressed against hers. It's a small gesture, but it seems to have the desired effect. She leans into him, her body relaxing, and he's pleased when the tension seems to leave her frame.

The silence stretches between them, and he finds himself enjoying it. There's something peaceful about being in a cave, surrounded by snow, and with only the sound of the wind to break the stillness. It's calming, and quiet, and the opposite of his life.

"Tech," she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

"Hm?" he responds, glancing over at her.

"Thank you," she says, the words quiet, but firm.

"For what?"

"For staying," she replies. "For not leaving me."

He looks at her and sees the sincerity in her gaze, and his breath catches in his throat.

"Of course," he says, his voice coming out rougher than usual. "I am not going anywhere."

Sarad smiles, and the sight is so bright and beautiful, he feels his pulse quicken.

“I cannot leave due to the storm, of course. It is highly unlikely that I will survive long enough to reach the nearest settlement on foot," he adds, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop them. "And, even if I could, I would not. I would not leave you alone, Sarad."

She chuckles, a soft, warm sound that brightens the dark cave.

"Even if I’m an obstinate, frustrating, impossible person with no survival skills and no common sense?"

Tech blinks, and his lips tug into a small smirk.

"Especially if you are," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Though I did not say the last part. You added that on your own."

"Yeah," she says, grinning. "But it's true, isn't it?"

"Yes," he agrees. "It is."

"See," she laughs. "Frustrating."

"Impossible, as well," he teases, his eyes darting to the snow falling outside the cave.

"Thanks," she snorts, nudging his shoulder.

"You're welcome," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching.

She rolls her eyes, but the grin remains, and he can't help but notice the way it softens her features. The way it makes her seem more at ease. More relaxed. He finds that he enjoys seeing her like this. Carefree and happy.

"I'm glad you're here, Tech," she says after a moment, her voice growing quieter. “You were right, before. About my plan not working. If you hadn't been here...well, I'm not sure I would have made it."

He swallows, his throat tight. The idea of her stranded out here, alone, without him, is not a pleasant one. He doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to consider the possibility.

"I'm glad you're here, too," he admits. He pauses, gathering his thoughts, and then continues. "And, for what it's worth, I am sorry. About what I said, earlier. It was not fair of me."

"Don't be," she replies, shaking her head. "It was deserved."

"It wasn't," Tech counters, his brows drawing together. "You made a decision, and I did not agree with it. But, you are still the leader. I should not have questioned your authority."

"I wasn't a very good leader, though, was I?" she murmurs. "I almost got us both killed."

"Almost," he points out.

"And if we hadn't found the cave, I would have," she sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know why I'm so bad at this. It should be easy, and it's not."

"Perhaps it is not a task suited for you," he suggests.

"What do you mean?"

"You are not a soldier, Sarad," he explains. He turns and glances at her, and sees the surprise on her face. "I am not saying this to offend, or upset you. But, as someone who has trained and served alongside soldiers for most of my life, I have a better understanding of how these things work. And I can tell you that, while you are a skilled individual, you are not a soldier. It is not in your nature."

She's quiet for a moment, and he can see the wheels turning in her mind, processing his words.

"I've never really thought about it like that," she admits, a slight frown tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Well, now you have," he says. He turns his attention back to the snow outside, his gaze tracking a flurry of flakes drifting down and disappearing into the white. She's silent and still, and the only sound is the gentle rasp of her breathing. He waits, patiently, giving her the time and space to think. He knows, better than most, how difficult it can be to reconcile one's own nature. 

She's not suited for the military life. She's too gentle, too kind, too soft. It's not who she is, and it's not what she was built for. She was created to care, to heal, to protect. To nurture. It's not a weakness, or a flaw. It's a strength. A powerful one. But, in the harsh, unforgiving world of the army, it's also a liability.

Tech knows, because he's experienced it. Knows what it's like, to be different, to be the odd one out. He's always been an outsider, and he's always been seen as an oddity. But, even with all the training, all the conditioning, all the time spent trying to fit in, there's a part of him that will never be able to. Because it's not who he is. And, no matter how hard he tries, or how much he wishes, he will never be able to change that.

She's similar, in that way. She's not a soldier, and she's not meant to be. And if he had his way, she would never have to become one.

"I guess you're right," she finally says, breaking the silence.

"I usually am," he quips, and she snorts, shaking her head.

"That's debatable."

"You would be wise not to argue, Sarad,” he drawls, and he's surprised at how light and playful his voice sounds. He's not used to teasing, not used to joking. Not unless it's with his brothers. And yet, with her, it comes so easily. It feels natural. It feels good.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she chuckles. "I'd probably lose."

"Precisely," he smirks.

She rolls her eyes before she shifts closer, and she rests her head against his shoulder. Tech freezes, unsure of what to do. The two of them have never been this close, not intentionally, and he doesn't know what the correct response is. Should he pull away? Or should he stay, and let her rest against him?

She seems to sense his hesitation, and she sits up, pulling away.

"I'm sorry," she says, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's alright," he assures her quickly. "I do not mind."

"Really?"

"Really," he says.

She bites her lip, hesitating. But then she moves, settling against him once more, and he can feel his muscles relax. He leans back, letting his head fall against the cool stone, and closes his eyes, a long, slow exhale escaping him. He doesn't know why, but the weight of her body against his, the warmth of her skin against his armor, is comforting. Soothing. And, for the first time since the mission began, he feels a sense of calm.

"So," she says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "We've established that I'm not a very good leader."

"Correct," he confirms.

"And apparently, I'm not very good at surviving in the wilderness, either."

"You have not given me much reason to doubt that," he agrees, his tone dry. She huffs and smacks his shoulder, and he feels the corner of his mouth tug into a smirk.

"So, what do you think I should do?"

"About?"

"About this whole...leader thing," she replies. "You've got to have some advice, or suggestions, or something."

"Well," he starts slowly. He knows, deep down, what she needs to do. What he would do, if it were him. But the words are harder to say than he expected. Harder, and more meaningful. And the realization that it means something, that she means something, is jarring. "It is not my place to say, Sarad. But, if it were, I would advise you to step down."

"Step down?"

"Yes," he confirms, and he opens his eyes, turning to look at her. Her gaze is sharp, intense, and there's a flicker of emotion there, something that he can't quite identify.

"And then what? Go back to Coruscant?"

"No.” Tech swallows, his throat feeling tight. The thought of her leaving is unsettling. Disturbing, even. "If I may, I would suggest you stay with the squad."

"With the squad," she repeats, and he can hear the surprise in her voice.

"Yes," he replies. He takes a breath, and then continues. "You could…let Hunter take over as our leader again. Then you would not have to worry about the responsibility of commanding. You could simply be a member and focus on the mission."

"Oh.”

“We could use your skills. You are an effective medic, and you have proven yourself to be a capable field agent," he says, his voice growing quieter. "And, I must admit, your presence is...not entirely unwelcome."

"Thanks," she laughs. "I think."

Tech smiles and turns his attention back to the snow, the flakes dancing and drifting down to join their companions on the ground.

He wants to say more. He wants to tell her how much he appreciates her, how much he's come to care for her. But the words won't come. They're lodged in his throat, trapped by the uncertainty and fear that have plagued him for weeks.

The silence stretches, and he's tempted to fill it, but he forces himself to be still. To wait. Because she deserves the chance to think. And he needs the time to collect himself.

He's not sure when his feelings changed. When he started seeing her as more than just a comrade. But he knows they have. He can feel it, a warm glow in his chest, and a strange fluttering in his stomach. It's not something he's familiar with, and it's not something he's comfortable with. But, at the same time, he doesn't want to let go.

"You really think the others would want me to stay?" she asks quietly.

"Yes," he answers, his tone firm, his gaze still fixed on the snow outside. "I do. They have grown quite fond of you. They respect you, Sarad. They like you. They will want you to remain."

"Do you?"

The question catches him off guard, and he's momentarily at a loss for words. He had not expected her to ask him.

He hesitates. He knows the answer, of course. Knows that, if given the choice, he would want her to stay. Would want to have more time with her. But the words are harder to say. Harder than they have any right to be.

"Yes," he admits.

"Why?"

Tech pauses, searching for the right words. There are so many reasons, and he's not sure which one to choose. Which one would be the most helpful. Or the least revealing.

"You are intelligent, and brave," he begins. "And you have an impressive array of skills. Your medical knowledge is valuable, as is your combat ability. Your analytical skills are second to none, save for mine, of course. And, despite our frequent bickering, we make a good team. We are compatible. Our abilities complement each other. I believe it would be a shame, not to mention a waste, to see those talents go unused."

He feels her shift beside him, and he glances over at her. She's looking at him, a small, pleased smile on her face.

"That's a lot of compliments, Tech," she teases, raising an eyebrow. "You're making me blush."

"I am simply stating facts," he says, and his heart rate picks up, the rhythm erratic. He hadn't realized how personal his answer had been, and the sudden realization that he's shared far more than intended is disconcerting.

"Facts, huh?"

"Yes."

"So, I'm not just useful," she presses. "You like me."

"As I said, we are compatible."

"I'm touched, Tech," she chuckles.

"You should not be," he replies, trying to sound casual. "It is an objective evaluation."

"Uh huh," she hums. "Sure."

“You are insufferable.” Tech huffs, rolling his eyes. But, despite himself, a grin tugs at his lips, and he finds himself leaning into her, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against his armor.

"You should rest, Sarad," he says, his eyes darting back to the snow outside.

"I will," she promises.

"Good."

"But, before I do," she says, and he can hear the hesitance in her voice. "There's something I want to say."

"Yes?"

"Thank you," she says, and he glances at her. Her eyes are wide and earnest, and there's a sincerity there, a warmth, that he's rarely seen.

"For what?"

"For everything," she replies, and his pulse quickens. "For staying. For talking to me. For believing in me. For listening. For being so prepared and organized, and for not letting us freeze to death. I know I can be difficult, and frustrating, and that I don't always make the best decisions, but you've always stuck by me. And I'm grateful."

Tech stares at her, his heart thudding against his ribs. Her words are unexpected, and they're affecting him more than he would have thought. He's not sure how to respond, or what to say, or what the right response is.

"I...appreciate your honesty," he finally says. “But I don’t need thanks. I did what was required of me."

"Well, I'm grateful for it, and you, all the same," she replies.

"I...see," he stammers.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes," he says, his voice coming out rough. "Of course."

"Okay," she smiles. "Good."

"You should rest," he murmurs.

"I will."

"Good."

He watches as she curls up, the blanket drawn tight around her body, and he lets out a breath. He feels strange, a little dizzy, and he blames it on the lack of sleep, the stress, and the cold.

It's not until he's settled back into his position, his eyes fixed on the falling snow, that he realizes, perhaps, the true reason for the odd sensation. And, when he finally admits it, he's shocked by the strength of his feelings. By how much they mean to him.

He likes her. Really, truly, likes her. In a deeper, more meaningful, more intimate sense than he's ever felt before. It's a terrifying realization, and one that leaves him reeling. He's not sure how to deal with it. Not sure what to do.

He's not used to this. To having these feelings. He's not used to wanting to be around someone. Not used to caring, to wanting to protect and comfort. He's not used to any of this. It's new, and unfamiliar, and slightly overwhelming.

He tries not to let it show, but his eyes are wide behind his goggles, and his heart is beating rapidly. He hopes that she is far enough along in sleep that she won’t be able to hear his thoughts that are racing a mile a minute.

He's never felt this before. Never felt the desire to hold someone. Never wanted to protect someone as much as he wants to protect her. It's an alien feeling, and it's one that he's not sure how to deal with.

Tech doesn't understand it. Doesn't understand why her, or how. Doesn't understand the effect she has on him, or the way she makes him feel. Doesn't understand why he wants, so desperately, to keep her safe. To keep her with him.

His mind drifts to the times he's spent with her, and he thinks of the jokes they’ve made, the conversations they’ve had, the looks they’ve exchanged. He thinks of the times he's felt his pulse quicken, and his chest tighten, and his palms sweat. He thinks of the times when they’ve been close, and he's been tempted to reach out and touch her. To hold her.

And, the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes, with startling clarity, that it's not going to go away. That these feelings are not fleeting. They're not just an anomaly, they’re a part of him. And they're not going anywhere.

It's illogical. It's irrational. And it's overwhelming.

And yet, somehow, it also feels right.

The snow continues to fall outside the cave, a silent blanket of white, and he finds himself relaxing, little by little. Finds his body sinking deeper into the ground, his muscles loosening. Finds his eyes drifting closed and the fatigue catching up to him.

Tech lets his head rest against the stone wall, his mind starting to drift. And as the darkness of sleep descends, he's only half aware of the fact that, despite everything, he doesn't regret a single thing.

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Day 7 || ClonexOCWeek2025 ||

Rex x Mae || Wolffe x Perdita || Tech x Marina

Author’s Note: Finally, last day of @clonexocweek ! This has been so much fun and while it’s not another day of true writing, I thought I’d keep it rolling more with a random/misc. sharing of things I have saved for my OCs. Below is a mood board with the girls styles as well as a silly little showing of their “com device” lock-screen with a text (totally doesn’t look like an earthly IPhone…). Thanks again for all the comradre this event has brought! And just as a reminder, all these ships exist without @leenathegreengirl ‘s Pabu AU (as well as any fanart of the girls/guys is by her!)

Pairings: Captain Rex x Mae Killough | Commander Wolffe x Perdita Halle | Tech x Marina

Warnings: suggestion texting

Masterlist

Mae

This girlie is a bit on the older fashioned side. A blend of 60s beachwear and 40s/50s silhouettes majority of the time, she sticks to soft blues, oranges, light greens, soft yellows, and maroons. The only exception to this is finding her in a pair of scrubs - which is most of the time honestly. She loves a high waisted bottom to accentuate her waistline and her long legs for a shorter gal!

As for messaging goes, these two are still massively in denial at their feelings for one another. Mae and Rex both use their coms OFTEN to speak to one another given he rarely visits in person. But, they share the same photo in their lock-screen, a more goofy one from a time he visited Pabu…

Perdita

She spent most of her life with the Jedi order, covering in flowing fabrics so she still lingers more towards practical and comfortable. Preferring greys and blacks, she mostly experiments with shape or texture. Perdita’s style is a bit more harsh than others but it fits her life on the run.

Wolffe still demands on calling her Princess, and it seems with time she’s acclimated… as for the former commander Perdita most often just endearingly calls him “Grumpy”…

Marina

Like the stark contrast in her features, Marina’s style also is frequently harsh jumps from practical beachwear for her work to a shocking more bohemian look when she’s not working. Simple lines and patterns of swimwear opposed to flowing skirts and tops that show off her tattoos. Having never left Pabu, a born tropical woman such as herself physically showcases island life and its culture when she’s not too busy in the water or behind a microscope.

What would their lock-screens without involving the water? A moonlight stroll by the water or dive…

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 ⋆*･ﾟ

Sometimes when he's right next to you.

"You have a piece of food stuck in your two front teeth."

"Why didn't you just tell me that... out loud? You're literally right next to me."

"I was already on my datapad. Craning my neck up and talking would require more energy. Wanted to save the time."

"...Sure, Tech. Thanks for telling me."

"Of course, dear."

Sometimes it's when he's away from you; his thoughts can't help but come to what he's missing.

"I saw a blooming Eucharis grandiflora while on a mission. Made me think of you. I have it tucked into a pocket in hopes of giving it to you when I return. It'll look even nicer in your hair, I believe. A picture is attached to the end of this message. Miss you endlessly, dear."

Other times it's funny little observations he would've kept to himself before.

"Crosshair seems more grouchy than usual today. I wonder what has got him hissing like a lothcat."

He'll message you in mass about whatever has raked his brain.

"Must finished a new coding project. I've really enjoyed learning the 'outdated' Coruscanti standard coding language, I do not know why they would change it, the commands are easy to use and they execute its orders well, and the new one is far too derivative I might say after using both..."

He's messaged many times:

"You look very nice today."

And in succession, send something along the lines of:

"Of course, you look nice everyday, but more so it feels in this moment. I hope I didn't cause any doubt or confusion, cyare. You're never not enchanting."

He'll ask you to grab things:

"Would you please go get me an R4 switch from the top shelf? I would, but I'm quite cramped under the board here. A thank you in advance."

And your favorite message you've gotten as you were falling asleep mindlessly scrolling on your data pad:

"I see you dozing off, dear. Go to my cot and rest. I'll join you soon. Goodnight, I love you."

a/n: bouta get on a plane in a few hours, wrote this at the gate while very bored lol. hope u enjoy the nonsensical tech brainrot 🤍 ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower

[vimse]

Wip Game

Thanks for the tag @freesia-writes. I can’t write to save my life but I think this is fun? I’m commandeering this game to apply to artists too, and modifying some rules to challenge myself.

Game rules:

Make a 24hr poll with the titles of every WIP you plan to work on even if it’s only one or two. Once the poll closes, write one sentence for every vote received on the winning WIP spend 10 minutes for every vote received on each of the WIPs.

The ones marked with 🌶 contains nudity.

The Tilvie sketch redraw refers to this one that I did in December 2023:

NPTs: @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @ghostymarni @523rdrebel if y’all haven’t already been tagged 🧡

[toastyrobos]

When I tell you I couldn’t believe that I drew this…oh man. I’m still in awe of how this sketch came out. For those that don’t know, the female is my Star Wars oc Onyx Lerona. She’s a jedi. Or rather a former Jedi after order 66.

[talesfrommedinastation]

Happy Tech Tuesday!

This is the first piece of post-Far Past the Ring Tech and Sjael art that I commissioned back in May. Done, once again, by the incomparable @matthewyeetz on Twitter.

Tech’s rocking his sweet Transport Union uniform, Sjael’s in her work dress with her beloved vanilla orchid, and most importantly, they look like they stepped out of a Disney movie.

Oh, and Tech isn’t shorter: Sjael is 6’4, right at Tech’s height. Shes a Belter and taller than humans born on planets with natural gravity.

Gotta throw the tags for those who haven’t seen it yet: @eyecandyeoz @sued134 @rocicrew @techs-stitches @ilikemymendarkandfictional @anxiouspineapple99 @amalthiaph @freesia-writes @littlefeatherr @vivaislenska @vimse @blitzink @marymunchkiin @merkitty49 @megmca

[ghostymarni]

Tech x Sarad <3

requested by the lovely @baddest-batchers with @jetii ‘s darling OC

[oceansssblue]

*barges into your askbox, breaking down the door*

may i request a jedi fem!reader x tech where they are on a mission together after some time, and they get separated from the rest of the group. she fights very well against some opponents but ends up getting just a bit bloody and hurt, mostly due to an aggressive fighting style, that of a warrior. tech notices all the new scars n stuff on her face and forearms and is worried. she insists she's fine and tries to brush it off, even though she doesnt like them and makes her less of a jedi and more of a warrior. he comforts her telling her things like your a great general and you don't have to follow the code perfectly to still be a good jedi. so basically first kiss fluff and comfort, a bit of angst.

sorry it was so long! have a great day/night

I love Tech soo muchhhh 🥹 This was a cute idea, so here it is! Hope you like it.

Next request will feature Commander Mayday I think!

Stay tunned,

Xx,

Sky.

"JEDI WARRIOR"

TBB REQUESTS —TECH/F READER

WARNINGS: Blood, scars. A sprinkle of angst but mostly fluff and comfort 📩💔💖

"I'll distract them!" your voice shouts loud and clear through the batch's coms frequency.

Tech frowns, dodging a shot and quickly neutralising the droid responsible for it.

"General..." he begins, clearly not happy with the offer, but you cut him of quickly.

"That's an order" you almost bark back to him.

You don't mean to be mean or harsh. But you're in the middle of a battle, there's lifes on danger, and though you know Tech's worried about you, you can't let that distract you. You need to distract your enemies so the Batch can get to their base; so they can get the information needed. Information that will save hundreds of lifes and will be valuable to the Republic. You know Tech will probably have a list of the things that could go wrong with you getting separated from them in his mind; but it's your choice, ultimately. If you die, so be it. You'd do it honorably.

Tech clenches his jaw.

"Yes, General".

You run away, jumping over dozens of droids and never slowing down, your orange lightsaber dancing through their lines, a blur of light in the almost darkness of the arriving night. While you atract the majority of their troops and pull them far away, the Batch advances. You hope you can hold them off til they get what you need.

Time passes, and your enemies seem to close around you. Droids are not the main problem; the natives of Garsa are, riding big felines with sharp teeth that painfully closes around your arms and legs more than once. One of the predators catches your ankle and pulls, dragging you through the dirt; and you can't help the furious, painful scream that leaves your mouth, twisting around quickly and stabbing your lightsaber through his own open mouth. The animal screeches and dies.

When you hear Hunter's voice through your coms again, half an hour later, you're on the verge of falling unconscious. You can barely fight much longer; energy drained even with your extensive Jedi training. You feel blood all over you, mixing with the dirt of the ground you've been rolling in. It tingles painfully, all the open wounds on your body; specially the deep scratches on your face, that tugs with every facial expression and movement.

You must be quite the sight, because when the Batch comes near you, Tech suddenly halts upon seeing you. A second later, they're all standing around you, helping you to get rid of the last enemies and giving you cover while you start your hurried way back to the Marauder.

Once you're safely flying away on the ship, you collapse down onto the floor. Wrecker grabs you before you can really slam down onto it; lowering you gently. Your mind feels dizzy with exhaustion; and you've almost fallen asleep in place when Tech kneels besides you, route already established and on automatic pilot.

His fingers carefully brush your hair away; chocolate brown eyes studying you worriedly.

"Let's get you cleaned up and fixed, General" he whispers, putting your arm over his shoulders and tugging you up to a stand with him.

You grunt in pain and lean most of your weight against him.

"Don't know if I can stay up and conscious through a shower" you mumble tiredly.

Tech starts a slow, careful walk towards the bathroom. The rest of the Batch scatters throughout the ship, tending to their own wounds and exhaustion.

"That is okay" Tech answers, unbothered. "You could stay with your underware on and I could assist you with that, if you would be comfortable with such situation".

You glance at him and inevitably smile. His cheeks are slightly flushed, though he's trying to keep his voice and posture as professional as possible. You know it's a weird situation, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Maybe you would be with Hunter or Wrecker or Cross. But you've always felt safe and at ease with Tech specially; and it would be just one soldier helping another. Of sorts.

" 'M okay with that" you give him your permission, and Tech nods quietly.

Once in the bathroom, you hold yourself with a hand against the wall and slowly pull your clothes of. Tech intently stares down at the floor; only risking a quick glance upwards when you let out a small whimper of pain. Your pant's are abandoned on the floor; but your bloody shirt is stuck to a wound on your stomach, and just touching the material of the shirt makes your wound burn.

"Let me" Tech asks, gently, and you push your hands over your head, staying as still as possible while he carefully separates the shirt from your skin and pulls it off of your body.

You sigh in relief and thank him before wobbling into the shower. Tech's hand stabilises you; and he makes sure to catch you whenever you stumble a bit too much for his comfort. You get rid of the dirt and blood, being specially carefull with your injuries; and then gently dry your skin with a towel.

Tech takes a step back –dropplets of water running down his still in place armour–, eyes glancing down at the floor again. You smile with his consideration of your privacy; though the smile dissapears from your face when you take a look at the small mirror in front of you.

The wounds are deep, and they will scar. One crosses over your nose, another cuts vertically through your left eyebrow, and two other big ones slashes your right cheek. Smaller ones go over your lip, though you think those will heal nicely. You open your towel and glance down, analysing. There's more across your body. You...

"Don't look like a jedi" you unconsciously mumble out loud. "More like a warrior".

Tech's eyes meet yours through the reflection of the mirror. He frowns, and you fake a smile while you pull yourself out of your thoughts. You hide under the towel.

"I'm fine".

It's obviously a lie; and Tech has always been intelligent.

His hands hesitantly land on your shoulders; thumbs caressing slowly.

"You're a great general" he tells you, gentle. "This was a suicide mission, and yet we all made it out fairly well, considering the circumstances. You don't have to follow the code perfectly to be a good Jedi. Jedi's use the Force to help people, to bring peace to the galaxy. Isn't that what you do everyday?"

His words make your heart ache. Your eyes fill with tears.

Yeah, you do. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to follow the code literally step by step. Maybe what you're doing is enough. You're only human, after all.

Maybe...

You turn towards Tech. He's tall, and handsome, and polite and gentle, intelligent and caring. You've always liked him. Always felt something towards him, even if you've tried to burry it inside your soul.

Maybe... Your hands tremble as they make their way up to his face; carefully cupping his cheeks. Tech blushes, but he doesn't glance or move away. He's still, breathing heavier, eyes fixed on yours, waiting expectantly. His hands slowly travel down your back to your hips; his back curves down to close the distance between your lips.

You cling to his shoulders, stand on your tiptoes, and kiss him. Your eyes close with a relieved sigh, and you can feel him first tensing, then relaxing, into the kiss too. His lips are soft and his movements meassured and gentle; kissing you like you're the most important thing in the galaxy. You feel warm and safe. Excited and in peace at the same time.

When you separate in order to breathe, he caresses your cheek in wonder and presses his forehead against yours with a happy sigh.

Yeah. Maybe it is okay.

THE END.

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Yoooo I'm on fire everybody! Writing nonestop requests for yall!

Still got a few to go (another Tech, Mayday, Wolffe, Hunter, some non romantic ones...). Be patient, I will get there.

Think this one turned out well.

Stay tunned!

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here:

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///nsfw ahead

Tech has some... thoughts about Kashyyyk.

Based off of this tid bit of delicious information about @staycalmandhugaclone's Touch starved series, specifically the Fever arc (its just Tech whump what can I say?)

i might have some shitposts still about this for later >:]]]]