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just one more before you go

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this is how I’m coping with it almost being over okay y’all get a sloppy rushed R O U G H sketch of Hunter expressing some very valid grievances with Hemlock 🙂‍↕️ nothing more nothing less

Posted this on Instagram a few days ago and forgot to post it here so here you go have a lil Hunter treat <3

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RAAGGHHHH IM SO PUMPED FOR THE NEXT UPDATE

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another" Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 5:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Hurt feelings and misunderstandings.

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You felt like you were going to throw up.

“....useful asset… reckless…. irritable… not a member of the team to me…”

You'd gotten back to the ship earlier than planned, entering quietly as not to wake Omega. You froze upon hearing your name in Hunter's voice and then in Tech’s. It felt wrong, listening in to a private conversation, but you couldn't stop the way your heart sped up, sending butterflies swirling about your stomach upon hearing Hunter's voice. He sounded confused, upset even. So against your better judgment, you stayed. Now you wished you hadn't.

Is that really what they think of me? Reckless, irresponsible. An asset.

Not even a member of the team. An asset.

You curled into the pillow, hidden away behind the thick curtains that Wrecker had hung around your bunk.

Probably so that they wouldn't have to see me - so that they can just forget I'm here until I'm useful.

Tears burned hot, soaking the pillow in a silent grief. It hurt. You thought you'd finally found a home - finally found where you belonged. Now you knew that was a lie.

First Hunter. Now the whole squad.

The jagged remains of wishful hope that still lingered in your chest fractured further, splintering like glass.

You could still see it clearly. Though it was only a glimpse caught in nanoseconds, the sight of it branded itself behind your eyes like a hot iron. Hunter and Tara, lips locked in a moment of passion. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His hand on her waist.

The datapad lying forgotten on the bunk at your feet chimed loudly, drawing you back into the moment with a start. Almost instinctively, your fingers curled into fists, hands shaking, nearly drawing blood as your fingernails dug against the skin of your palm, clenching ever tighter until the skin around your knuckles turned white. Another mission. Echo must’ve been out at Cid’s. You scrolled through the dossier he’d sent, annoyance flashing across your face. They’d already assumed you’d be ready and able like nothing had happened.

Nothing has happened - at least not to them.

It was so easy to forget that all the turbulence that boiled under your skin was simply a product of your own mind.

One more mission. One more day.

You’d give them this. One last mission because you couldn’t bear to let them down. No matter what they thought of you, the love you felt for this squad was still there scrambling in a desperately futile attempt to repair the shattered pieces of hope that stubbornly refused to leave. Hope like that was dangerous. You’d only get hurt again - yet it continued to fight back.

But what if…

No.

Could it have been a misunderstanding?

No. Stop.

Am I overreacting for nothing?

If you keep this up you’ll just end up worse than before. Just accept that you don’t belong here. One last mission then you’ll leave.

But I don’t want to go…

Yes you do. It’s better this way.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped your face and quickly headed to the fresher keeping your eyes down lest anyone see the telling red-rimmed, swollen eyes and splotchy patches adorning your face.

It’s all professional now. This is just another job. The mission comes before all else. Emotions get you killed.

The cool water soothed the heat of your skin. You stared into the mirror making no attempts to dry the wet dripping down your face, allowing it to wash away all evidence of hurt. It was surprisingly easy to allow yourself to slip back into the gruff bounty hunter facade you’d kept up for so long before joining the Batch.

Focus on the task at hand. Get the job done.

Sitting back down on the bed, you drew the curtains again and unlocked the small trunk that held what little belongings you had. Sitting inside was the trooper doll companion you were making for Omega - stuffed with one of Hunter's old bandanas. It was only half finished.

And probably won’t ever be now, you thought as you picked it up, fingers running gently over the soft material. The tears threatened to come again at the thought of a memory that was no longer yours to make.

Something stuck out from beneath an extra jacket. Against your better judgment, you pulled it out and sighed. A bittersweet nostalgia knotted your stomach. There you were beside Hunter - Omega squeezed between you, smiling proudly despite the grime that covered her tunic. It was her first training exercise. You smiled proudly down at her. Even Hunter sported some semblance of a grin.

The fingertips encroaching on the sides of the image denoted Wrecker as the camera operator. Tech and Echo engaged in ship repairs in the background.

What you wouldn't give to go back to that time. Everything seemed simpler then.

Swallowing hard, you put the holopic back at the bottom of the trunk, covering it fully with the jacket. You shoved the remainder of your supplies into your pack and shut the trunk, letting the lock click into place with a resounding finality.

Clenching your teeth, you took a deep breath. One more mission. One more day.

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Tech waiting patiently to be rescued season 3 because he is alive and well

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Literally on the floor crying rn

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

PAIRING: tech x gn!reader

SUMMARY: "when i met ana, i knew; i loved her to the point of invention." -sarah ruhl

WORDS COUNT: 1.1k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. valentines day blurb. use of y/n. au where everyone is happy on pabu.

NOTES: bada bing bada boom this is 4 days laaaaaaaaate so sorry humblest of apologies please love it

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

“Tech?” 

“Yes?”

“...what is that?” 

Life on Pabu was breezy. Safe, protected, warm, and happy; Pabu was cut from a different cloth than the rest of the galaxy, light despite the unrelenting weight of Empirical oppression. Thus was why the Bad Batch had chosen it to hunker down and perhaps create some roots somewhere not centered around war and pain.

With the entrance of the Batch on Pabu, came the entrance of Tech into Y/N’s life. 

Peculiar, that one was, but you couldn’t help but find yourself enamored by him. Naturally, it was a slow progression between the two of you, with a friendship forming before the man even started processing the second layer of your relationship. Even with the ever so gracious help of Omega, Tech was oblivious to the little hints, the tension that organically formed, and could not fathom why you would go out of your way to do the simplest of things for him. 

Tech was more than capable of feeding himself, yet from time to time dinner was brought over with claims of having extra. He knew there was no way you, who lived alone, would have this much leftover food for one meal yet the possibility of you intentionally making this just to bring it to him was unrealistic—and even further, impossible. 

It had been Hunter who had let him in on the not so hidden fact that dinner nights with you weren’t really meant for them all. Yes, you were all of their friend—but those visits, that thought and care was for Tech. He had argued, of course, and it had been Omega this time who informed him that that was just what you do. 

“What they care for someone, they do things for them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing as she tinkered with some gadget. “Y/N makes dinner for all of us, but they always make your favorites, Tech. You know,” she turned, grinning at her brothers, “they always carry a cloth in case you need to clean your goggles.” With that, the girl stood from her seat, gathering her things and exiting the room, leaving behind an air of wisdom of someone much older than her. She did that often, and that was why Tech slightly believed her. 

Upon further research, Tech discovered what was known as a love language. The dots, how ever he missed them before, finally connected in his mind in the late of night. 

Rules he upheld with his brothers and Omega, he was more lax with you. Your presence when he was not in the mood to socialize was more tolerable than the rest, and he recalled all the times he had observed and factually stated that you were beautiful to himself. Beauty, though subjective in nature, was a natural occurrence in life. And Tech was not afraid of the truth, and the truth was that you had been beautiful all along, and he had thought of you slightly more special than most others he knew. 

That was what had led them to this moment. Tech had stayed up all night, working into the wee hours of morning on as many projects as he could manage. And then, waiting until he knew you would go about your usual tasks of the day, he trekked to your home and installed every creation he had produced. 

“You complained that the cover over your walkway floods your garden when it rains, so I created a funneling system to redirect the waterflow elsewhere,” he answered, pushing his goggles up his nose. “And you mentioned a draft because your front door would not close all the way, so I fixed it. And the side window that was previously cracked has been replaced with an upgraded version.” 

Your heart squeezed in your chest as you watched him rock ever so slightly on his feet, glancing at you here and there but not keeping his eyes on one thing too long, and it struck you that he must have been nervous. While Tech was known to fidget, nerves were not something he displayed signs of hardly ever, and heat gathered in your cheeks. 

The sun was warm, Tech was as handsome as ever, and your smile could not have been any larger. “An upgraded version, huh?” Your eyebrows raised playfully, voice light as you took one step closer. 

“Yes, upgraded,” he affirmed seriously before continuing, beginning to walk away. “As per your complaints, the window offered no privacy nor did it—” he cut himself off, stopping in his tracks when he noticed you hadn’t walked off with him. Instead of grumbling or giving a sarcastic quip, as he was ever inclined to do, he backtracked until your hand was grasped in his. He tugged your arm lightly, beckoning you to follow him as he resumed his explanation. “As I was saying, nor did it filter any of Pabu’s natural light in your home, so…” he trailed off until the two of you were planted right in front of the said window on the side of your house. 

It was your bedroom window to be exact, and true to his word, it was no longer cracked.

But instead of regular transparasteel, the surface had been frosted over. You could no longer see right into the room, but instead see little designs in the glass, swirls and such riddled all over the place. “I made this last night,” he offered, looking between you and the window, voice much softer than before. “The light, it will not be as harsh on you, and you now have privacy while still having the effect of an open window, which…” he exhaled ever so slightly, the weight of your hand in his heavy on his mind as he looked over at you once again, “which I know you love.” 

He was right. You had mentioned that the solution to your problem was as simple as some curtains, but then that would eliminate the natural light as a whole and that was the opposite of what you wanted. You had not had the skills or the mindset to create the solutions to these problems, though not detrimental in severity, but for some reason Tech had taken it upon himself to be the one to remedy them. 

“Tech…” you whispered, looking at him with a tender love he was not used to receiving. It made his heart rate accelerate in his chest, as he thought back to all of the acts of service you had done for not only him but his family as well.

You had loved him to the point of service, and Tech had realized that he loved you to the point of invention. 

“No need to mention it,” he whispered back, unable to fight off the blush in his cheeks as you smiled at him. “That is just what people do when they care. You taught me that.” 

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He’s serving cunt

Somebody on Twitter posted this picture of Hunter and I cannot get over how much he stands just like a blonde sorority girl.

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They're the same photo, your honor

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current state of mind

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Star Wars: The Bad Batch (7/?)

Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines

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he has this book and a ‘how to care for your pet cat’ book, that is all

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i have to get into bed twenty times a day or ill start following through on various threats ive made

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Lifeday gift for @dystopicjumpsuit

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As unique as a star in the sky

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SOOO EXCITED FOR PT. 2 LETS GOOOOO

Invisible String

Tech x fem!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: the three times you almost met him and the one time you did.

Warnings: slow burn to the extreme. Like nothing happens yet. This is just establishing their stories. Alcohol mentions. A few mentions of fights.

A/N: hi! So this was an idea I had for a series to explore multiple tropes. It’ll be a slow burn relationship where each chapter is dedicated to a new troupe/situation! I’m not sure how often I’ll be updating this as I’ll work on it between other projects.

The open shift was probably the easiest shift to work at 79s. Costumers - who, more often than not, were mostly clone troopers - were a lot easier to handle when they weren’t drunk off their faces. Usually you would be finished and gone by the time they start getting rowdy.

The open shift was usually your normal shift as well. You’d work until 11 or 12, go home and sleep before getting up and going to your GAR medic training course at 8am which would finish at 4pm, leaving you an hour before you started work.

Tonight however, your routine was altered when you received a comm from your coworker, asking you to cover their shift as they had fallen ill. The shift had been going well so you had agreed to stay on. You were starting to regret that decision as a clone, the fifth one of the night, tried to hit on you.

“Y’sssoo pretty” he slurred. You grab a glass and fill it with some water, placing it in front of him.

“Drink this and return to your squad solider” you order him gently.

“Y’no fun” he pouts but he takes the drink and stumbles back over to his brothers. A new clone replaces his spot, asking for a beer. Just as you hand it over to him a commotion rises from behind him.

“I’ve got it” you say to your coworker with a sigh. Grabbing the medkit from under the counter you move towards the noise.

You approach a fight between and clone trooper and… another clone? You aren’t sure if he is a clone. He looks like one, but his armour is black rather than the GAR standard white, and he’s huge, towering over all the other clones. Despite his size, he seems to be losing the fight, however that isn’t stopping him from getting some hard punches in.

“Alright break it up” you yell over the shouts. Their punches slow down but they don’t stop until the surrounding clones get between them and forcefully separate them.

“Freak” the regular clone spits before stalking out of the bar. The large one glowers and moves to follow but you’re quick to stop him. They could seriously hurt each other and you don’t want that in your conscience. Placing your free hand on his chest you stop him from moving towards the door.

“That’s enough solider” you scold him, bring his attention fully to you. He relaxes when he sees you, the tension leaving his body.

“He started it” he whines and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I don’t care who started it. Now come over here so I can patch you up” you say. He grumbles under his breath but follows you to a quiet corner. You sit him down and place the medkit on the table and grab the bacta wipes out. You’re already running out. You’ll need to place an order for more. You also grab a cloth, pressing it to his bloody nose and telling him to hold it there as you run the bacta wipes over the small cut on his chin and the bruise that’s already beginning to form on his cheek.

“What’s your name?” You question him as you work.

“Wrecker” he grunts.

“You a clone?” You’re fairly certain he is, but you ask anyway to be sure.

“Yeah. Regs don’t like me much ‘cause I’m different.” You don’t offer a response for a moment as you remove the cloth over his nose. The blood flow has stopped so you wipe away the rest of the blood from his face before moving away from him, packing up the medkit.

“What squad you with?” He frowns at you when you ask this.

“You goin’ to report me or somethin’?”

“No, just making sure the other guy didn’t do too much damage.”

“Oh. Squad 99 then.”

“They here tonight?”

“Uh huh” he affirms.

“Good,” you snap the medkit shut. “Take me to them.”

You follow the tall man through the crowded bar to a booth with three men sitting in it, their armour black and red like his. As you get closer to them you can see more details of the men. Two of them are tall and lanky, one of them wearing large yellow goggles. The third is shorter with half his face covered by a tattoo, a red bandanna on his head. They sit up straighter when they see you approaching.

“ You squad 99?” You question the table. The man with the long hair and red bandanna answers.

“Yes. Is there a problem” he answers, eyeing the medkit in your hand. You don’t answer his question.

“And this is Wrecker?” You ask, pointing and the large clone next to you. The man at the table nods. “I suggest you have someone take him home for the night. He’s had enough to drink and has been in a fight with another clone.” The man at the table just sighs tiredly.

“Alright Wrecker, come on” he says, standing from the table.

“Wrecker, next time if you’re going to fight, don’t come here” you say before you turn around, moving back towards the bar and the rest of your shift.

•~•~•

“That’s the last of them” you announce, stacking the last dinner tray onto the trolley.

“Thank you ma’am. You didn’t need to help” the cadet says.

“It’s no stress. Kitchen duty sucks, so I’m happy to try and make it easier for you” you say kindly to the boy, ruffling his hair. “Now get a move on. You don’t want to get in trouble for being late.” The boy smiles and pushes the trolley out of the medbay.

“Maker what I would’ve done to have you around when I was a cadet” the trooper laying in the bed closest to you says.

“Hmm but then you wouldn’t have my excellent care now” you say.

“That’s very true” he smiles.

“Now you rest for a bit. I’ll be over in an hour to check your stitches again” you say. He nods and you start making your way back to the front of the large room to your desk.

It wasn’t quite the role you were wanting when you when trained and applied to be a medic. You were more hoping to be on the front lines with the soldiers. For whatever reason, the GAR seemed to think you were better suited here, stationed on Kamino watching over the men in recovery and tending to minor injuries from training. Despite it being a bit slow you did enjoy it. In the end helping the men get better was all that mattered to you.

You picked up your datapad as you sat down at your desk, opening up some files. You usually let the clones rest for a bit after dinner before you start prodding and checking on them again, so you use this time to open and prepare their files for your next round. You’re halfway through your organising when your comm chimes.

“We had a fight break out in the mess. Sending four troopers your way.”

“Copy that” you respond, placing the datapad on the desk and moving to grab the little trolley that was used to store some of your equipment. You wheeled it over to chairs by your desk, where you normally healed minor injuries.

Four men walked in, grumpy expressions on their faces. Whatever had happened in the mess hall, they weren’t happy about it.

“Alright boys have a seat. Any of you seriously injured? Or is it mostly just bruises?” You questioned.

“We’re fine” one of them says gruffly. With your back turned to gather some bacta, you didn’t know who had spoken.

“Alright well I still have to give you a look over. Gloves off please” you tell them. You turn to the first man. The one wearing googles. You gently grab his chin, looking over his face for any sign of injury. You couldn’t see any so you stepped back, turning to his hands. You picked up his left hand, running a bacta wipe over the reddened skin before doing the same on his right. “You won’t bruise. You’ll be fine.”

You next turn to the one with silver hair. Once again you gently grasp his chin to look over his face. You place a bacta patch over a small cut on his eyebrow and clean his knuckles, moving on to the next solider. You move the red bandanna he wears off his forehead and you press a cool pack to the bruise beginning to form around his eye. Finally, you turn to the last man, frowning when you realise he’s vaguely familiar. You study his face and see no sign of injury. It’s as you’re cleaning his slightly bloodied knuckles that you remember him.

“I remember you! I had to pull you out of a fight at 79s a few years ago” you exclaim.

“That sounds about right” the silver haired man says with an eye roll. The man in front of you tries to look sheepish. You finish cleaning his hands and throw out the used bacta wipes before grabbing your datapad from your desk.

“Well at this rate I’d think you like getting in fights” you say jokingly.

“I do! They’re fun!” He says happily, and you realise, completely seriously.

“Well maybe save the fighting for the droids and not for your brothers in the future” you scold lightly. He pouts but nods his understanding.

“Alright I need your designation numbers for the database and then you’re good to go.” They list off their numbers and you create a file for each of them, adding the injuries they had, if any, before you clear them and send them back to their barracks, reminding them not to detour or start anymore fights as they go.

•~•~•

“Are you doing inventory today?” A little voice asks from behind you. Turning, you find Omega standing in the doorway. You gesture her in with a smile.

“I’m about to. Gotta take this down for sterilisation first. Wanna join me for the walk?” You ask the girl who nods enthusiastically. You place the box of tools into a bag and started down the halls, leading the way.

“How long are spending with me today?” You ask. Nala Se often tasked Omega to help you for a few hours a week so that Nala Se could do her own tasks while knowing that Omega was staying out of trouble - or so Nala Se says. Omega was such a polite, friendly girl that you couldn’t see her getting into too much trouble. She seems a bit cheeky but not enough to cause a lot of strife around the facility.

“Nala Se has only given me an hour” Omega pouts.

“That’s alright. We’ll just make this the best hour possible” you say brightly, although you’re not sure how you can make taking inventory fun, especially for a little girl. Omega seems satisfied though as she beams widely up at you.

You hand off the bag of equipment to the droid waiting and turn back towards your nursing room, Omega chattering away about the newest project Nala Se has her working on.

“Are you needing a bit of a break today? Or do you want to be in charge of the datapad?” You ask Omega when you get back to your office. You’re aware that Nala Se has a habit of overworking Omega sometimes, so you always give her the option to either help you or sit and just keep you company.

“Can I just keep you company today?” Omega asks.

“Of course! I’ll even give you the roller chair” you say with a grin, wheeling the chair over to her. Omega smiles and sits, giving it a spin as she does. You push the chair and the girl over to the storage cupboard. You set up the datapad and begin taking down the first numbers as Omega gets comfortable.

“I made some new friends this week” Omega eventually says. You look over at her with a smile.

“That’s amazing! Nala Se finally let you spend some time with the cadets?” You ask. It was good that Nala Se was finally letting Omega spend some time with kids her own age. Omega shakes her head though and you frown.

“They aren’t cadets. They’re troopers!” Omega exclaims.

“Omega I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for you to be spending extended time with the troopers…” you say carefully. While most of them were good, some also probably weren’t very good company for a child. You also don’t want to think about how poor Omega would feel if they never came back from their deployment.

“These five are very nice! They aren’t part of a battalion” Omega begins chattering away about her new friends.

“Omega, sweetie, they might not be apart of a battalion yet but one day they will be. They won’t be here for much longer and-“ you begin but she cuts you off.

“No they are their own little squad. They’re a special unit!”

You weren’t quite sure how to get your point across without scaring or hurting the young girl.

“I just think you would have more in common with cadets that are your age” you try. Omega huffs.

“But I do have stuff in common with them! They’re different. Like me.”

“Different?” You question before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah! They were created with enhancements as an experiment! Hunter has really good senses and Tech is really smart and Crosshair has really good eyesight. Then there’s Wrecker who is super strong! Then Echo joined. He’s not enhanced like them but they rescued him and he’s half robot!” She says excitedly.

“But you’re not different” you point out.

“Yes I am. I’m not trained in combat like the other cadets. Plus I’m a girl” she says bluntly. You wanted to argue with her about that, but you weren’t quite sure what to say. Besides you promised her a fun hour, so you instead prompted her to tell you about her new friends.

“Well Hunter is the sergeant. He seems stern but I just know he’s caring …”

•~•~•

It had been two weeks since you had been sent home. You were told that as a clone medic, you just weren’t needed anymore as the Empire was trying to phase clones out. It didn’t matter that you are fully trained to heal anyone, clone or not. You were told to pack your things and go.

“…Phase them out like they’re a kriffing fashion trend, not living people that sacrificed everything for the Republic and now the Empire” you scoff. You’re currently lying on your childhood bed, your head hanging upside down over the end of it. Your sister lays on the floor in the middle of the room.

“Hmm you’ve said that. About twenty times in the past two weeks” she says.

You sit up quickly and glare down at her.

“Because it’s true and it’s cruel and needs to be said” you snap. She sits up with a sigh.

“I know. I’m not disagreeing with you. But I’m tired of hearing you complain about it.” You narrow your eyes at her but stay silent, eventually falling back down onto the bed with a huff.

Your eyes boring into the ceiling, you wish you could do something to help the men you had worked with. In your small town on your little home world, you had no power to help. You had heard the quiet whispers about the nature of the new Empire and you knew that you couldn’t fight them on your own, but no one else seems to care about the clones or what happens to them now that there isn’t a war for them to fight.

“Ah so here’s where you’re hiding. I need your help getting the last few crates to your father” your mum says in her usual loud fashion, causing you and your sister to wince and the sudden change in atmosphere.

“We aren’t hiding ma” you sister says as the two of you get up and follow your mother to the shop downstairs. Your parents ran a small bakery that has started to rise in popularity the past few months. So, they were given a small stall to sell their pastries for the three day long festival celebrating the birth of the new princess.

“You take the starberry danishes” your mum says, depositing a crate into your sisters arms. “And you can take the donuts.” You huff as you strain to adjust to the weight. Adjusting the crate to sit more comfortably in your arms, you blindly follow your mum to the speeder she had hired for the festival. You slide the crate into the back of the speeder and close the door. Your mum passes you the keys.

“You can help your father at the stall. We’re going to stay back a do some food prepping for tomorrow before we join you.”

“Sure ma.” You take the keys and drive the short distance to the festival. You unload the crates with your dad’s help and set up the display, costumers starting to trickle through as the afternoon light starts to give way to the starry night sky. It’s tedious and it makes you wish to be back in your medbay on Kamino.

You’re handing your current costumer their change when a few shouts of alarm catch your attention. Looking up, you watch as two men sprint through the crowd, closely followed by an armoured woman. The shouts from the crowd grow louder and more fearful as blaster shots are fired between the three people.

“Get low!” You shout to the customer, hoping they hear you over the crowd. Instead, they turn and make a run for it.

You watch as the three people rush closer and closer to your stall. The woman catches up to the two men and grabs the taller one by the back of his shirt. She yanks him back and sends him collapsing onto the table you stand behind. The table quickly gives out and falls, knocking you down in the process, trapping your legs underneath the table and the man now laying on top of it. The woman plants her foot on the man’s chest and aims her blaster at his face.

You shift your legs, trying to get free, but you’re unsuccessful with all the weight on top of them.

“All I want is the girl” the woman speaks, her voice distorted by the mask covering her face. The second man joins the fray, aiming his own blaster at the woman. It takes you a moment with his face half in shadow, but as you look at him you realise he’s a clone.

“Let him go” his gruff voice says. He sounds a little different from the other clones.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” the woman responds to him. “If I aim just right I think I could get both your brother and this girl.” You can feel your heart racing but you remind yourself to remain calm.

“Let her go. She hasn’t done anything.”

“Where’s the girl?” The woman hisses. The man with the blaster doesn’t get a chance to respond because the one laying on top of you grabs the woman’s leg and pulls it out from under her, sending her tumbling on top of the two of you. You huff with the extra weight on your legs but it’s gone quickly as the taller man shoves her off and the other one goes to restrain her.

The man rolls off of you and is quick to free your legs.

“Are you alright? You are not likely to be injured but there are high chances that you will be in some sort of shock in response to this situation” the man says as he helps you up. You finally get a good look at him. He is clearly a clone, just like the other man, but his hair is slightly receding and he is wearing large yellow goggles.

“I’m fine. I’m used to stressful situations. I’m a medic. Was- was a medic” you say once you’re standing again. He nods.

“Tech. We gotta go” the other man says. You now realise his face wasn’t in shadows before, rather he has a large tattoo that covers half his face.

The goggled man - Tech - nods and helps his brother with the woman, walking away towards the approaching authorities. You stare down at the broken table and the mess of pastries that are smushed and dirty on the ground.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Your dad rushes over, dropping the crate of pastries he had just grabbed from the speeder.

“We got caught in a bounty hunters crossfire” you explain. Your dad starts grumbling but you ignore him, turning instead to begin cleaning up what’s left of your stall.

About an hour later you’re sweeping up the crumbs left by the dropped pastries, your father had returned home to see if he could find a new table. Most people had been giving you a wide berth. So it surprised you when someone approached. Looking up you saw the goggled clone from earlier.

“You said you were a medic?” He asked. Straight to the point.

“A clone medic on Kamino in fact. You can see why I’m out of a job” you grumble.

“We could use a medic. If you are interested, that is” he says, adjusting his goggles. “It usually falls to me, but there was an incident where I was injured and therefore could not care for the rest of the squad. A designated medic would greatly improve our system.”

“But I don’t know you. And you don’t know me” you point out.

“That is usually the case when starting a job anywhere.”

You don’t say anything.

“Very well. My name is Tech. You already know I’m a clone as you used to treat my brothers. My squad includes me and four others. You already met our sergeant earlier.”

It wasn’t exactly like you to do things on a whim. Usually a lot of planning went on before you made any decision. But you truely missed being a medic.

“Do you work for the empire?” You asked quietly. It was a big risk but neither he or his brother were wearing the white clone armour now or earlier.

“We do not” he answered after a moment’s hesitation. You grin up at him.

“Then sign me up.”

[hyogrem]

Clones X reader y/n incorrect quotes!!! Pt. 7

Honestly idk how much I have left…

Y/n: Can you at least try to see things from my perspective?

Crosshair: *crouches down*

Y/n: I hate you

Y/n: *spinning a vibroknife and using it as a fork to eat her food*

Hunter:

Hunter: I think I already gave you the lecture about stealing my knife…

General y/n: …and what is the protocol in case I died in battle? what would you do?

Wolffe, loading a blaster: avenge your death.

Y/n: NO

Obi-wan, in Y/n’s room: wait! I think I saw the commander!

Y/n: I promise you, master you did not see him. He hid very well.

Y/n: I mean umm… weird…

Fives: how is the most beautiful angel in the whole galaxy doing?

Y/n: I don’t kn…

Echo, not even looking up: I’m good, vod. Thanks for asking

[hyogrem]

POV you’re delusional and keep saying Tech is alive

[hyogrem]

Tech waiting patiently to be rescued season 3 because he is alive and well