#tbb tech

[eelfuneral]

Starting a Cryptid Tech Collection

[tech-aficionado]

I swear this is something @exceptionally-minded and @superiorsniper have done.

Beyblade heavyweight division

[archivewriter1ont]

I thought I'd have you forever...

Now I'm drowning in your memory.

Tech lives, he really does.... I just wanted to make myself sad I guess.

[jelly-opal]

the animators should have committed to Tech’s post-chip half-shaved hair look for the rest of S1. we were robbed of watching him work through the awkward stages of growing out buzzed curly hair that isn’t long enough to be slicked back yet.

[oddfaun]

They all guessed horribly wrong. (Omega wanted a lil' sister :[ )

Meme based on this [X]

[kyraltre]

I love me some space cowboys

For those curious how a Tech Turn ™ would work on a horse when I posted this 🐴✨🤠

[indigofyrebird]

Playing with my toys...

[raevulsix]

A little something for @la-caerula-jedi21 .

[babystepszine]

🩵 The beautiful chibi illustration created for our contributor application results emails by none other than our art mod and Co-lead @zyphnn! 🩵

[strawbee9]

Crosshair and Tech have slight disagreement on Tech's sleep schedule.

[yunyun160]

Eagle-eyed

[sxpaiscia]

summer of bad batch episode 1 (kinda?) @summer-of-bad-batch prompts: "it's too early for this" and " brothers" How did Tech convince cross to not eat him? lots of promises. How Hunter will deal with the overgrow fish in his bathub? who knows ahah (feel free to tell me your own ideas!)

also some other notes under the cut for who is curious <3 :

That bathroom is so nice and cute because the boys live in an apartment on Pabu that a certain "Cid" lady rents them. Tech is the one that brings home the less cash because he still studies at the university and all his experiments take away almost all of his profits. Echo is the one that earns more money but also he is the one less at home because of work on the continent with his colleague Rex. they always cash in their payments at the last minute, sometimes by pure luck... so they are not really in good relations with their landlord, but have to act nice and grateful with her...

[eobe]

✨🤩 AAAaaahahaha! This is gold! 😂🤌🤌 The scomp toothbrush, the morning faces and overcaffeinated Omega! All those expressions! ART! 😱✨♥️

Echo's Morning Routine

Some more Batch Batch content since I'm invested. BONUS SCENE:

[daidrm]

Hunter's Morning Routine

Princesses got to keep up their dark, brooding mug dark and brooding.

BONUS SCENE:

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hello, I wanted to ask if you could do a Jedi reader x bad batch? (You could choose to do a specific pairing if you want to). Where the reader did gets fatally wounded during order 66, by them, in fact, when their chip activated. Luckily for her, though, because she had many ties, and also cause they were around. A group of pirates managed to find her, the captain risking their lives to save her when she was alone and unseen.

There were two reasons behind this, the first being that he owed her, and the second was since he needed her as an allay. He needed a Jedi in his crew, not only because of her skills but also for her knowledge. The captain didn't force her to stay, but it was clear that she had nowhere to go. And when she meets the bad batch again, it's going to take a lot of convincing from them for her to be with them again.

“Left for Dead”

Bad Batch x Reader

Order 66 came without warning.

One second you were standing beside Clone Force 99, tracking a Separatist hideout. The next, something… shifted. You felt it ripple through the Force—darkness blooming like a poisonous flower.

You turned too late.

Hunter’s voice was distant, cold. “General, stand down.”

“Hunter?” you whispered, your heart pounding. “What are you talking ab—?”

Blaster fire lit the jungle.

Pain exploded in your shoulder as Crosshair’s bolt struck first. Your saber snapped to life just in time to block Tech’s next shot, but you were too stunned, too confused.

They kept coming.

You didn’t want to fight them. Couldn’t. You knew them. Ate with them. Bled beside them. Laughed with them.

You reached out with the Force—please, something is wrong—

Wrecker’s roar hit your ears a moment before his fist slammed into your ribs. You hit a tree. Everything cracked.

You hit the ground hard.

You heard Echo’s voice.

“[Y/N]’s down—hold fire!”

But no one listened.

Then came the silence. Then the dark.

⸻

You woke up tasting blood and bacta.

Your lungs hurt. Your skin itched. The bed was lumpy, the lights were dim, and the air stank of cheap rum, space dust, and unwashed feet.

“Ah! My beautiful Jedi awakes!” a familiar, obnoxious voice cheered.

You groaned.

“Hondo.”

The Weequay loomed over you, looking far too pleased. “You remember me! See, I told them you weren’t dead—mostly dead, yes, but I have brought worse things back from the brink.”

Your throat was too dry to reply.

“Drink,” he said, pressing a cup to your lips. “This will help. Also might be spiked. I cannot remember. Try not to pass out again.”

You sipped anyway.

Hondo’s expression softened as he sat on a crate beside your cot. “You were bleeding out when I found you. A little trail of death in the jungle. It was very poetic. Dramatic. You Jedi are always so extra when you die.”

“Why…?” your voice rasped. “Why’d you help me?”

He grinned. “Firstly, because I owe you for that time you saved my ship from that Trandoshan bounty hunter, remember? Big teeth. Smelled like dead fish. Secondly…”

He leaned closer.

“I need a Jedi.”

You stared.

“Oh, not for evil, no, no, no!” he said quickly, waving his hands. “Just a little tactical insight. A few persuasive tricks here and there. Maybe a mind trick or two when negotiations go poorly—which is always.”

Your lightsaber sat nearby, powered down, your cloak folded next to it.

“You’re not a prisoner,” Hondo added. “I don’t take prisoners. Not unless they’re rich. You’re just… staying. For now.”

You didn’t answer.

You had nowhere else to go.

⸻

Your days aboard the Katooni blurred together.

You didn’t heal—you survived.

Hondo never pressured you. He treated you as an oddity, a trophy, a friend, and a weapon depending on the day. He boasted to everyone: “A Jedi, yes! On my crew! No one else has one!”

You wore a modified coat now instead of Jedi robes. You rarely used your saber. You didn’t meditate.

You drifted.

Sometimes, on quiet nights, you found yourself sitting by the viewport, trying to remember the look in Wrecker’s eyes as he threw you into a wall.

He hadn’t meant it.

They hadn’t meant it.

But it didn’t matter. You were still left to bleed.

“You think too loudly,” Hondo said one evening, plopping down beside you. “Makes my ears itch.”

You stared out the window.

“You could have left me.”

“Could have,” he agreed. “But I didn’t. You were… convenient.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Hondo shrugged. “Maybe I grew fond of you. Like a grumpy, traumatized pet.”

You snorted.

“Besides,” he added with a grin, “it’s fun watching you outwit bounty hunters with your hands behind your back.”

⸻

The first time you saw the Marauder again, you almost vomited.

You were on Kestro-9, negotiating a trade deal for power cells, when Hondo nudged your side.

“Don’t panic,” he said, “but you may want to run.”

“What?”

He pointed with his chin.

The Marauder. Parked on the edge of the bazaar.

You went cold.

Hunter stepped out first.

Then Tech, adjusting his goggles.

Echo, quieter, more scarred.

Wrecker, still towering. Still familiar.

You dropped the box you were holding. It hit the ground with a thud.

Their heads snapped around.

Hunter’s eyes locked on yours.

“[Y/N]?” he breathed.

Wrecker’s mouth fell open. “You’re… alive?”

You turned on your heel and bolted.

They caught up to you in the back alleys of the station, halfway to your ship.

Hunter tackled you just as you reached for your saber.

“Get off me!” you shouted, slamming your elbow into his chest. “You don’t get to touch me!”

“I didn’t know!” he shouted back. “None of us did!”

Wrecker hovered nearby, his eyes glossy with guilt.

“I—I thought you were gone,” he choked. “You didn’t move—there was so much blood…”

Tech spoke next, his voice carefully measured. “We were chipped. You know that, [Y/N]. You helped with inhibitor chip studies. You of all people would understand—”

“That doesn’t undo it!” you snarled. “I don’t care what controlled you. You still looked me in the eye and shot me.”

Hunter released you. Let you stand.

You turned to Echo.

He looked like he’d aged a decade. “We spent months trying to find out if you made it. Rex thought you were dead. So did we.”

“Maybe I should’ve stayed that way,” you muttered.

“No,” Echo said firmly. “Never.”

Then Hondo burst in, dramatically waving a handkerchief.

“Unhand my Jedi!” he bellowed. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me!”

Everyone blinked.

“Hondo?” Echo muttered.

You sighed, “it’s been a long few years.”

Hunter stepped between you and the pirate. “You’ve been traveling with him?”

“Hey!” Hondo cried. “I am offended. Deeply. I saved her. I fed her. I gave her a place to stay, a roof, a purpose!”

“You also once left me in a cargo hold with two angry wampas,” you reminded him.

“That was a bonding exercise!”

Wrecker blinked. “Wait… you’ve been… working together?”

Tech sighed. “This explains a lot, actually.”

Hondo puffed his chest. “She is the best part of my crew. The rest are idiots. Loyal, but idiots.”

You crossed your arms. “He’s not wrong.”

⸻

You sat with Hunter hours later, in a borrowed hangar.

The others gave you space. Even Hondo wandered off to flirt with someone’s protocol droid.

“Why now?” you asked, voice raw. “Why come looking for me?”

“We weren’t,” he admitted. “We were passing through. When I saw you… I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t let myself hope.”

You looked away.

“We’re not the same without you,” he added.

“I’m not the same at all,” you said quietly.

Hunter looked at your saber hilt, still hooked to your belt.

“I don’t expect you to forgive us. Or to come back. I just want you to know… we still care. You mattered to us. You matter.”

You stared at your hands. The scars on your palms. The tremble in your fingers.

“Why should I believe you?” you whispered.

Hunter hesitated.

Then: “Because I’ve been living with your ghost every day. And I’d rather live with you instead.”

⸻

You left Hondo with a dramatic goodbye, full of fake tears and real fondness.

“I’ll miss your sulking,” he told you. “And your violent restraint. You’re like the daughter I never wanted.”

“You’ve got a soft spot for me.”

“I do. It’s disgusting.”

You rejoined the Bad Batch, slowly.

Wrecker wouldn’t stop hugging you. Echo kept sitting near you in silence. Tech gave you your old datapad, recovered and repaired. Hunter… he gave you time.

And one day, in the quiet of hyperspace, you finally lit your saber again.

Its blade hummed soft and strong.

Hunter stood behind you.

“You staying?” he asked.

You turned toward him. For once, the pain didn’t rise like bile in your throat.

“I think I’m ready.”