#Bad Batch

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Cruisin' for a snoozin'

[juliberrylive]

i love tank force 99

[sinisterexaggerator]

I made some Tech dividers!

If you use them, a like or a reblog would be appreciated!

[toastyrobos]

Last night I did a sketch of my fav Star Wars boy/ clone. It got me thinking about potentially doing another bad batch series rewatch.

Sorry about disappearing for like twenty days😅. I wasn’t planning on it, but I just kind of forgot about Tumblr for the last month. I’m not always great at keeping up with multiple social media accounts. I’m WAYYY more active on instagram. My main platform.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hello! I would love a tech x reader where his brothers actually catch him daydreaming of the reader who’s he’s crushing on bad and she’s the only one to really prove as a distraction to him? (Song-Daydreaming by Elliot James Ray)

Absolutely adore your writing love! Please know you’re one of my favorite authors! -🤍

“Daydreaming”

Tech x Reader

The mission was over. The gear was cleaned. The Marauder hummed steadily through hyperspace. But Tech hadn’t moved from his seat in over an hour.

At first, no one noticed.

It wasn’t unusual to find him hunched over his datapad, fingers flying, glasses reflecting whatever readout he was analyzing. His silence was the background noise of the ship — second only to Echo and Hunter quietly strategizing in the cockpit, or Wrecker’s laughter rolling from the back, probably over a holo-cartoon or Crosshair’s latest sarcastic jab.

But this time?

He wasn’t typing.

He was just… staring at a blank screen. A half-written diagnostic, frozen for the past forty-seven minutes.

“Hey, Tech,” Echo called from across the hold, curiosity piqued. “You alright over there?”

Tech didn’t respond.

Hunter turned slightly in his seat, eyeing his brother. “Tech.”

Nothing.

Wrecker, grinning, leaned around the corner and stage-whispered, “Maybe his brain short-circuited.”

Finally, Tech blinked — slowly, like he was returning from another planet. He looked up, startled.

“Oh. I—apologies. I was… distracted.”

Crosshair arched a brow from where he was cleaning his rifle. “You? Distracted?” he echoed dryly. “That’ll be the day.”

“What were you thinking about?” Echo asked, too amused to let it go.

Wrecker elbowed him. “Probably a new flight path! Or—oh! One of those ship mods he was nerding out about last week.”

Tech hesitated. Just long enough to be suspicious.

Which meant: the whole squad instantly perked up.

Hunter leaned forward slightly. “Come on, Tech. You don’t just blank out mid-calculation. What was it?”

The ears under his helmet turned slightly red. He adjusted his goggles — always a tell — and cleared his throat.

“It’s nothing. Merely an abstract consideration of, ah, interpersonal variables and their psychological effect on focus.”

“…So a person distracted you,” Crosshair said, deadpan.

Echo leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Do we know this person?”

Another pause.

“…Possibly.”

Wrecker’s jaw dropped. “No way! Tech’s got a crush! Who is it? Is it that bounty hunter from Sorgan? Wait—no, no, is it—”

“It’s not the bounty hunter from Sorgan,” Tech snapped, uncharacteristically flustered.

Crosshair smirked. “You’re blushing.”

“I most certainly am not,” Tech muttered, furiously trying to refocus on his datapad — which he had, in his trance, typed a nonsense string of letters into. “This is not productive.”

But Hunter was watching him closely now, and something clicked.

“Oh,” he said, smiling slowly. “It’s her.”

Tech stiffened.

Wrecker blinked. “Wait—who?”

“You know,” Echo said, catching on. “Her.”

“The one who patched him up last mission?” Crosshair added lazily. “Didn’t shut up about how efficiently she dressed his wound.”

“She applied the bandage with surgical precision!” Tech defended, voice rising an octave. “And she—she was able to disable that perimeter alarm using only a spliced data spike and improvised code!”

“So you like her,” Wrecker said, matter-of-factly.

Tech groaned and dropped his datapad on the table, hands to his temples. “Yes,” he admitted, exasperated. “Yes. Fine. I find her… distracting. Highly distracting.”

Echo grinned. “And you were just sitting there, what—daydreaming about her?”

“I do not daydream,” Tech said stiffly.

“Your screen says otherwise,” Crosshair muttered.

You stepped aboard the Marauder with a tired smile and a small crate of supplies in your arms. You’d gone into town to restock the medkit and bring back a few things you knew Tech had been looking for—rare synth cables, thermal-resistant pads, and a tool that didn’t even have a name you could pronounce.

You paused at the top of the ramp when you heard voices—their voices. Specifically:

“Should we tell her?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“She doesn’t even know, and he’s suffering.”

“I am not suffering! I am simply experiencing… a recurring pattern of involuntary distraction.”

You blinked. That voice? Tech’s.

You edged closer, trying not to make the floorboards creak.

“She walks in,” Echo said, “and suddenly Tech’s spouting the wrong numbers. Mislabeling data fields. Remember that time he walked into a wall?”

“It was a pillar, and I was observing my scanner!”

Wrecker let out a bark of laughter. “Bro, you were staring at her the whole time. You even said her name by accident during a debrief!”

You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from making a sound.

Your name?

Your cheeks went hot.

Crosshair’s voice was smooth. “He’s not thinking about battle plans. He’s thinking about her eyes. Her laugh. The way she calls him ‘Tech’ with that stupid little smile.”

“You’ve all made your point,” Tech said, voice muffled—probably burying his face in his hands. “If she ever discovers this, I will have to relocate to a desolate moon out of sheer embarrassment.”

And that’s when the floor creaked.

All heads turned.

You froze at the entrance, clutching the crate.

“…Hi,” you said, cautiously. “I, uh… I brought the thermal pads.”

Silence.

Wrecker elbowed Tech so hard he nearly knocked him over.

Tech turned to you like a malfunctioning droid — slowly, stiffly, with wide eyes. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

You took a careful step forward. “Everything alright in here?”

Hunter gave you a too-innocent look. “Oh, you know. Tech was just… telling us how you’re his greatest weakness.”

Tech looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him.

“Hunter,” he hissed.

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

Crosshair leaned back, smug. “He’s been daydreaming. About you.”

Wrecker nodded eagerly. “He totally has a crush!”

You stared at Tech. He looked… horrified. Glasses askew, ears red, hands twitching like he was calculating how to open a hyperspace portal and vanish through it.

You softened.

“…You could’ve just told me, you know,” you said gently, walking forward to set the crate on the table.

“I wasn’t certain how you would respond,” Tech said, voice barely above a whisper. “You are… extremely capable. Intimidatingly so. And every time I attempt casual interaction, I end up referencing atmospheric data or historical archives.”

You smiled, stepping closer.

“I like when you do that,” you said.

Tech blinked.

“You… you do?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of adorable.” You paused, then tilted your head. “You’re adorable.”

Crosshair groaned. “Maker, I’m leaving.”

Wrecker whooped. “She likes him back!”

Echo smirked. “Told you you should’ve said something.”

Tech looked stunned.

“I…” he adjusted his goggles. “I may need to recalibrate my expectations.”

You reached out and gently touched his arm. “Or maybe you could stop daydreaming and actually ask me to dinner?”

He made a noise somewhere between a cough and a squeak.

Hunter clapped him on the back. “Go on, lover boy.”

Tech turned to you, cheeks pink, smile wobbly but real.

“…Would you… like to have dinner with me?”

You beamed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

⸻

That night, Tech couldn’t stop smiling.

Not even when the others teased him the entire time.

And later, alone at his station, his fingers paused above his datapad again.

Not from confusion.

Not from distraction.

But from something softer. Something warmer.

Your laugh still echoed in his ears.

Your hand had brushed his under the table.

For once, he allowed himself to stop calculating.

And just feel.

He smiled, softly.

And let himself daydream.

[therainjumper]

You’re lucky I was available…

[skellymom]

SNIPER SUNDAY!

Color pencil, art paper, and marker

@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

Come get yer man!✨

[carbon-corrie]

Late nights on the Marauder lead to dangerous, experimental upgrades to weapons…

[lexavalon052]

I always forget to post on any site but insta. Incoming art spam- take some huntah

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Its only a few seconds long but I am slowly prying open Photoshop's secrets

[umbramoons]

TECH MOMENTS PT. 27

The Bad Batch S2 E10: Retrieval

- The way he runs his hand down the front of the skiff. Oof. It reminds me of when he was feeling up the cell wall in season one. ❤

- “Yes, but with a few repairs, it will be a slightly operational heap of junk.” ❤

- “Oh! Ingenious idea.” You have no idea how much delight shot through me when I first heard him say this. He’s so cute! ❤

- He’s the one driving the skiff, obviously. I also love how it’s Omega that he lets sit behind him and hold onto him. (I’d let Tech take me on a speeder ride anytime.) ❤

- Tech is one of the ones who go in to intimidate Benni, not Wrecker! I really want to see more of his intimidating side.

- He looks up when Benni says that the Techno Union used to run this place. He probably hasn't forgiven them for what they did to Echo.

- The way he’s leaning with his arm on the wall to look down and watch Hunter infiltrate the place. ❤

- Wrecker: “You said it was unguarded.”

Tech: “It was at the time.” That is the most whispery we’ve ever heard him. ❤

- “Hunter, you have to move.”

- He flies down that line. ❤

- “The conditions of this mine are less than ideal.” He doesn’t approve of child workers, especially not in such a dangerous environment. He actually looks a little concerned for Benni, even though he's shown no care for him previously. ❤

- “Hang on.” He’s like, excuse me, you are not leaving before you tell me what happened to my ship.

- He trusts Omega with his datapad. ❤

- “I can get most of the systems back online easily enough.” ❤

- He brings up how bad the Empire is without much prompting. Like I said, after Echo, he’s the most obvious rebel.

- “Technically, this ship belongs to us.” That little shrugging motion he does with his blasters. My man has no fear, he’s sassing his opponent! ❤

- Not hesitating to take down a droid to protect the kids.

- Looking over the Marauder one last time to make sure everything is all good.

- Coming over on his own to see what’s up with Omega. He’s learned to better acknowledge her emotional state. ❤

- “Unfortunately, yes. However, there are many like us out there as well. And that is something.” The way he puts his hand on her shoulder and that GOOFY LITTLE SMILE. Tech is so wise, he’s a great big brother. ❤

- He even keeps the smile as he and Omega walk back to the ship. He’s so proud of himself for that moment.

[sinisterexaggerator]

I couldn't decide.

[toastyrobos]

Happy one year anniversary to the ending of my absolute fav Star Wars show. I can not believe the Bad Batch ended a year ago. Like how?

This show means so much to me and I will forever be grateful that it exists. Cause I’m so happy that it does. From the amazing compelling characters to the addictive stories, the bad batch is in my opinion, one of the best Star Wars shows. Thank you for giving us clone force 99.

Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo and Omega will always have a special place in my heart. And I hope this show wasn’t the last we see of them.

[raphaerolo]

My favourite father son duo

[anntova]

Kanan's opinion on clones

and some closeups sorry for my english (used translator)