#cadet tech

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 27: Hello There

art by @littletroggo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834273/chapters/166907773

Summary:

The relic is now a communication device, allowing the two timelines to interact. The Big Batch and the Little Batch get to meet for the first time, Echo is losing his mind, and the Jedi still have no clue what is going on

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[99aceace]

"It's not what you think"

Basically. I'm sure young Tech must have had a secret bug collection that he kept in his bunk. Hunter found out about it, of course. Tech tried to lie his way out of it.

@summer-of-bad-batch

[ninjadeathblade]

Febuwhump Day Twenty Eight: (Alt. Prompt) Last man standing

Warnings: Being sick, combat training

Word count: 602

Author's notes: The one and only thing I have written for The Bad Batch this month, happy Season Three Episode Four.

Crosshair ducked down behind the ledge of the tower, barely avoiding the bolts of fire that went past not a second later.

“Tech? Hunter? Wrecker?” He hissed into his comm. “I could use a distraction right now.”

Silence echoed back over the feed and he risked a quick peek down onto the field to spot where Wrecker had been swarmed by droids and his other two brothers seemed to have been tagged.

Right, stupid training regulations.

If you were tagged you were effectively dead and couldn't respond to comms.

And Wrecker was clearly too busy to reply.

“Useless di’kuts,” Crosshair sighed, quickly dodging a few more bolts.

The young clone swung his training rifle up with him, quickly sniping the droids that had been firing at him.

An overdramatic shout rang through the room and Crosshair rolled his eyes as Wrecker lay down on the floor.

That left him.

Last man standing.

He quickly sniped a few of the droids that were more sluggish about moving away from Wrecker before cursing as a bolt of training fire zipped past his helmet.

Crosshair wasted no time with picking off the last few before scaling back down the tower as the buzzer that signified the end of training sounded.

Wrecker clapped a hand onto his shoulder, jostling his skinnier brother. “Awright Cross! Nice job!”

The sniper kept his expression blank as he tugged his training helmet off, Maker forbid his brothers’ tease him. “I would have appreciated it more if you didn't go down so easily.”

��In my defence, ”Tech stated, a throaty sniff punctuating his words. “I am not functioning at usual standards due to the strain of the influenza virus I have picked up after you decided to drag us into a fight with a group of regs that had just returned from another planet.”

Crosshair shook his head before fixing Hunter with his piercing gaze. “And your excuse?”

Hunter shifted, averting his gaze. “Tech’s sniffing and coughing kept distracting me.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Crosshair dragged the word out, trying to highlight his disbelief - at Hunter's obvious lie - and annoyance to his brothers.

“Tech, I'm going to harass a medical droid to get you something to take. Hunter, you are clearly having migraine symptoms so I'm also gonna grab your painkillers, di’kut’ika. Wrecker, get Hunter to his bunk and then try to be quiet, however hard for you that may be.”

Wrecker mock-saluted before flinging their brother over his shoulder, Hunter's screeches of protest making Crosshair snicker.

After those two were gone he turned to Tech. “You look like you need to puke.”

Tech's nose scrunched. “I will inform you that I do not need to regurgitate our first meal, I am perfectly fine.”

Crosshair looped an arm around his brother's shoulders, guiding him towards the exit their other batchmates had taken. “Y'know, you really don't have to phrase it that way. Also, you definitely do, I've never seen you this pale aside from that one time when I mixed some of your rations into your drink.”

Tech gasped, turning to him with knitted eyebrows. “I was certain it was you! Why you-”

Crosshair quickly stepped back as Tech doubled over, proving Crosshair correct.

The silver-haired clone gently rubbed his brother's back, trying to give off an air of indifference.

When Tech straightened back up he adjusted his goggles with one hand, using the other to wipe the edges of his mouth.

“Yeah, I'm definitely going to harass a med droid.”

“That would be appreciated Crosshair, thank you.”

“Sure, whatever, just go back to the barracks and try not to throw up again.”

[eclec-tech]

Neurodivergent Tech Week 2024 prompt: cadets wc: 1,569

I've swamped myself, so this is a reblog. But if it shows even one new set of eyes this week how much I love the idea of Tech's brothers supporting him and his fixations, I'll be a happy camper.

Tech’s forehead remained glued to the window as he spoke. “That aiwha calf! It was not there yesterday. The alpha cow in the pod has finally had her baby! I wish I had seen it happen. They give birth right over the surface of the water, then the entire pod calls out to the calf to encourage it to leave the water and fly!” “That’s great, Tech.” Hunter sent a small smirk to his other two brothers. For months they had listened to their inquisitive brother regurgitate every piece of information ever discovered about Kamino’s native cetaceans, nearly becoming experts themselves in the process. Crosshair and Wrecker grinned back. This was not the first time Tech had become fixated on a subject and unleashed his exuberance upon them. However, this was the first time one of his interests was something found on their own planet. It had given his brothers an idea.

@neurodivergent-tech-week

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9902 | Tech & The Havoc Marauder (Star Wars) Characters: CT-9902 | Tech, The Havoc Marauder (Star Wars), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch Additional Tags: Marauder Monday, Tech Tuesday, Cadet Tech, TCW Era, first flights, Tech Turn, Fluff Series: Part 2 of Marauder Monday, Part 12 of Tech Tuesday, Part 18 of Clone Cadet Series Summary: Tech’s trying the Tech Turn for the first time.

[matchademi]

Sol:*is stuck in a why loop with Crosshair and Tech on a call with his batchmates* cadets go play witg your other brothers

Tech and Cross:Why?

Sol:because they want to play with you both

Tech and Cross: Why?

Sol: Because they love you

Tech and Cross:Why?

Sol:*puts on his command voice*cadets go play with your brothers. Now.

Tech and Cross: *runs away giggling*

Sol:* rubs his face sighing and looks at Thorn and there who are laughing at him* remind me to apologize to Maze when I see him how he I'd ot I have no idea I'm about ready to kick someone

[eclec-tech]

(zombie voice) Must always reblog cadet Tech...

[mroddmod]

one of the very few to show the batch kindness back on kamino

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 21: Unresponsive / Asthma Attack

@febuwhump prompt: Unresponsive @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Asthma Attack

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Tech Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that each member of the Batch came from batches of clones with matching mutations before being assigned to Experimental Unit 99. Word Count: ~675 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Tech loses his first batchmate.

Tech, Circuit, Data, Socket, and Switch. The five enhanced clones of Batch 99-One, already as far along their training as others twice their age, thanks to their enhanced mental processing capabilities.

Their tailored genetics meant there were minor physical discrepancies. None of them followed the exact clone template of the regular cadets produced by the facility.

Circuit had blue eyes. Socket’s hair was vibrant ginger, and he was freckled. Tech and Switch were skinny for their age, and Data breathed with a whistle.

The Kaminoans monitored Data’s breathing closely. The defect had appeared when their physical training increased in intensity. The cadets were two years and nine months old; with the accelerated growth the enhanced clones were subject to, physically they were eight.

Sometimes it was a wheeze on the outward breath, only detectable in a quiet room; although quiet was a rare occurrence, given Switch’s predilection to constant chatter. Occasionally Data would cough at night, short of breath, and keep his brothers awake with the arrhythmia of his breathing.

The young cadets didn’t like to ask Data about his visits to the medical labs. He always reappeared looking sullen and teary, and every time they knew his usefulness was being weighed against his defect.

No-one wanted to think of the day he might not return.

--

Another gruelling training session. The cadets were equipped with body weights to simulate the burden of armour and weapons they would be wearing when they were older. The simulator was laid out as a huge obstacle course, demanding that they run, climb, dive, scramble to reach the end – all whilst dodging incoming stun-blasts from turrets at the edges of the route.

Tech pressed his back against a sheltering pillar, taking a moment to catch his breath and analyse the distance to the next patch of cover. He calculated the burst of energy needed to see him over the hurdle in a clear bound – that would be the fastest option – and weighed it against the less-tiring but more exposed choice to skirt the edge of the barrier.

“Ready?” grinned Switch. “I’m ready!”

Without waiting for an answer he was gone, sprinting across the open stretch in an erratic path that somehow avoided the incessant turret-fire.

“Wait for me!” yelled Socket, darting after their faster brother. Circuit followed him, the two of them scrambling and hauling each other over the barrier when they came to it. Circuit lifted Socket clear of the wall as a stun-blast hit where the cadet had been moments before. Tech decided that vaulting was the quickest, ergo the safest, option. He was the most acrobatic of his batchmates after all.

He tensed his muscles, ready for a turn of speed. Then a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Tech, wait.”

Data was doubled over, sucking air into his lungs like it pained him. He looked up at his brother imploringly, gaze slightly unfocused. “Wait,” he gasped, between shallow, ragged breaths. “Wait for me.”

Tech abandoned his prepared stance, placing both hands on Data’s shoulders as he crouched in front of him. Data was pale, his lips tinged with blue.

“Take a deep breath,” said Tech uncertainly, “like this.” He demonstrated, expanding his chest as far as he could before letting the breath out in a long exhale.

Data didn’t copy him. Couldn’t copy him.

“Tech,” he pleaded, the wheezing sound audible even above the cacophony of the training course. His grip on Tech’s arm slackened. The bluish lips moved again, this time soundlessly. His breath came in desperate, staccato gasps.

“Data?” asked Tech.

No response. Data slumped, knees crashing to the ground, then his whole body. Tech leaped back in alarm; out of the sheltering safety of the pillar.

A stun-blast knocked him out cold.

--

C-9912 unresponsive not breathing. Emergency resuscitation applied. Diagnosis: acute airway restriction due to chronic asthma. Recommendation: removal from combat pathway.

C-9913 unresponsive but breathing. Consciousness regained without medical intervention. Recommendation: improve combat response to squad-mate injury. Cadets must be conditioned to continue with mission regardless of injuries/loss amongst their number.

[alligatorpie1945]

Found a sketch I made a while ago, so I wanted to finish it. Wish I could remember what the point of it was. Wonder what they are looking at.

[kybercrystals94]

Cutie! 🥰

CADET TECH 💪💪💪

[archivewriter1ont]

Cadet Batch Incorrect Quotes

Cadet Hunter: Echo, my head hurts.

Echo: Here you go. *gives meds and a kiss on the head*

Cadet Tech: Echo! Can I take apart this datapad?

Echo: *board game appears out of thin air* Why don't you play with this instead, ad'ika?

Cadet Wrecker: Echo, Crosshair stuck his tongue out at me!

Echo: Crosshair, we don't do that. That's rude. Wrecker, get off of that table before you fall and hurt yourself.

Rest of the 501st: *side-splitting laughter*

Jesse: Look at Mama Echo! *takes a boot to the head* Hey!

Cadet Crosshair: *hissing, holding his second boot for shot two* Don't call Echo names!

Echo: It's not nice to throw shoes at people, Cross! But thank you. *pats him on the head*

Echo, to Rex: Yes, I have four kids now, and the bitey sniper one is my favorite.

[zaana]

Bad Batch cadets could have their own show

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

this would go crazy on the holonet

[gingerpines]

brainstorming squad names. i like to think hunter came up with it

print shop | redbubble

[foxwithadarkside]

This post @robotsandramblings

Hallmarks of Crosshair the black cat vol. 6: blep thing @eobe @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @covert1ntrovert