#cadet tech

[middimidoris]

Tech fiddling with his data pad as a cadet. 🤓

For @tbbtechweek

[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.”

[ujalayi]

Also I just saw you take art requests? If so are you still open to any ideas? I have far too many ideas and only an ability to write to sate any ideas I have.

I adore your Tech, but was wondering what your take on cadet Tech would be? As I can only imagine how cute he would be with his goggles and curious owl eyes as a cadet.

Honestly too many ideas and I already am nervous enough suggesting anything to you in a form of art request, but thank you nonetheless! Hope you have a good day/night and o appreciate your time.

Yes!! Thank you so much!! ;u; I’m totally up for any ideas and requests and I love receiving them! I’m so glad people like my little doodles enough to request stuff from me, and selfishly I really appreciate the motivation to practice haha! I might take a little while to answer sometimes because of my work schedule which is a little intense at the moment, and of course the muses can be fickle even when conditions are perfect :} But barring anything major changing, my inbox is open 🤗

Cadet!Tech !! I completely, wholeheartedly agree 🫡Here are some colored sketches of the little commando, and sort of how I picture him in my mind’s eye… 🥹

I love the thermal detonator Tech - great work kid!

In the middle sketch he’s giving the answer to that classic riddle-

Q: A bounty hunter rides into town on Benduday, stays two nights, and leaves on Benduday - how is this possible?

A: The Blurrg’s name was Benduday ☺️

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 9: Held Down/Bruises/"Who Did This To You?"

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warning: Violence

Summary: A story of how the regs treated Tech when they were younger.

Tech stared at the reg that held him to the floor. The floor was cold and hard and the reg was harsh and judgmental. The fight that had broken out wasn't long but wasn't short. Tech's googles laid broken on the ground. Blood spilled from his split lip and nose. The regs hands were bloody from the landing blows he had given the other.

Grabbing Tech's head, he shoved it into the ground. Tech struggled to get out from underneath the clone. His body was in so much pain. Friends of the reg watched and laughed. The struggle continued as the clone beat his 'brother'.

Thinking of what to do next Tech moved to the side slightly which surprised his attacker. Despite his condition, Tech moved out from underneath the clone and stood. One of the other boys grabbed him and had him pinned to the wall almost immediately after he stood.

Tech breathed heavily and waited to figure out his next move. The regs were stronger than him. They would have to leave him alone eventually so for now he gave up and let them tear him apart. Fighting felt useless. He would just have to deal with the injuries given to him.

Once the regs had had their fun they let him go. Tech slid down the wall they never let him leave and stayed there until he felt safe to get up. He stood and grabbed his googles. Looking down at them there was a small crack in the glass. He sighed and started to walk back to his barracks.

Back in the barracks, Tech started to take care of his injuries. He stood up and walked over to the table that some bandages rested on. Then Crosshair walked in. "Tech?" He walked over to his brother. Going to grab a bandaid he brushed his brother's arm. Tech flinched and moved back slightly.

Crosshair stopped and took a look at the other. "Who did this to you?" he sneered.

"Some regs."

"Well no shit. Do you know which ones?"

"I do."

"Well then who did this to you?" Crosshair started to raise his voice.

"No. You will fight them."

"Tech, tell me who did this to you?"

"No, you will fight them. I do not want you to fight them."

"Fine, I won't fight them. Now who the fuck did this to you?" The frustration took control of his vocal cords and the boy yelled at Tech.

Tech flinched at the noise. He pulled his arms slightly upwards, "I'm sorry!" He yelped, panicked.

"Fuck" Crosshair whispered. He hadn't meant to scare him. "Fine. Don't tell me."

Tech relaxed and looked at his brother, "I'm sorry. I know you won't hurt me. That was a response to the attack from earlier."

"It's fine."

Later the two would meet with their other two batch mates for training. When asked what happened Tech simply explained that some of the other cadets had beaten him up. He said that he didn't want to talk about it and luckily neither Wrecker nor Hunter pressed.

The tight blacks and armor rubbed against his skin, hitting every bruise. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe; but Tech had to ignore the pain for the sake of training in the same way he would ignore it for the sake of a mission. The bruises stung as reminders that he wasn't strong enough. How could he be a soldier if his supposed comrades hated him? And for what; because he was different?

The batch never failed a training exercise and this one would be no expectation. The pain from moving around so much caused Tech to almost collapse at the door on the way out. Wrecker tried to help him up but the pressure on the bruises hurt more than standing.

Back in the barracks, Tech laid down on his bunk and tried to get some rest. Laying on his back startled the boy so he laid on his side. He would heal but for now the fear of the regs was to stay. The batch watched him closer; not that he'd ever know. Tech was an easy target, he wasn't the strongest and he didn't always understand what was going on until too late. They loved their brother dearly and hated to see people using his differences to pick at him.

[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

[chopper-base]

Rambling

Tech One-shot for @neurodivergent-tech-week

Prompt: Acceptance

Warnings: panic attack

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As someone that struggles with rambling, I decided to go with it. This is heavily based on how I personally deal with talking about interests vs talking about myself. Along with my personal experiences with panic attacks.

This takes place when they are still young cadets

"Tech, you're rambling again."

Tech stopped, looking at Hunter with widened eyes before looking down at his hands, a soft sorry falling from his lips.

Tech clamped his mouth shut, fiddling with his hands. Tech mentally slapped himself. Why can't you just shut up?

Ever since Tech could talk, he didn't stop. He wouldn't realize how much or how long he was talking until inevitably someone told him to shut up. Tech didn't understand why he would talk so much, all he knew was once he started, his brain just wouldn't stop. When he did talk, he felt happy. Happy to share his interests and discoveries with his squad but they never seemed to be as interested as him.

Tech kept his eyes on the floor, walking back to his bunk, and grabbing his datapad. He pushed himself back into the corner, gluing his eyes to the screen, ignoring the quiet conversation now happening across the room. Tech didn't even notice the tears that began to collect in the corners of his eyes until the first fell, gathering in the brim of his goggles. He held his breath, attempting to blink the tears. He bit his cheek, forcing his emotions down, trying to focus on the datapad in his hand. It didn't take long for the tears to blur his vision, making it close to impossible to read anything on the screen. He resisted the urge to chuck the datapad across the barracks, settling for setting it down rather harshly beside him. He brought his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees.

Tech may not technically be the youngest but he was the smallest. Crosshair was younger than Tech but was already a couple inches taller and Hunter and Wreckers both were larger in size all around. Tech hugged his legs to his chest, completely unaware of his eldest brother approaching his bunk. He didn't even notice his presence until a soft hand landed on his shoulder. Tech involuntarily jumped, his wide eyes meeting Hunter's concerned ones.

"Tech'ika," Hunter reached over, removing his goggles, lightly wiping the tears away from his eyes. "Can you tell me what's upset you?"

Tech moved his gaze down to his mattress, hugging his legs tighter. He couldn't stop talking just a minute ago, why can't he talk at all now? Tech couldn't form the words in his mouth. He could talk forever about fauna on a world he learned about, or a deadly virus that had gone extinct, but talking about himself? Tech's mind went blank. Tech was supposed to be smart! Why couldn't he just simply say why he was crying? Why was he crying?

Why did his chest hurt?

Why couldn't he breathe? Was he breathing? His chest tightened, making it painfully hard to draw in any air.

He could feel himself becoming lightheaded, his entire body seemingly going numb. His blurred vision was now swimming, making it impossible to see what he was now looking at. Was there a person in front of him now? He barely registered the hands now on both his shoulders. Was someone speaking? Everything seemed to speed up and slow down as someone's arms wrapped around him.

"-ech! Tech! Breathe, Vod'ika. It's ok, you're safe!"

Hunter. Hunter was the one in front of him, his hands on the younger's shoulders. "Breathe, Tech'ika. Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out. There you go. Good. Keep going. Just like that."

Tech slowly matched his breathing with Hunter's, the shakiness of his exhale slowly growing less.

"That's it, Tech'ika. Just like that."

Tech's eyes met Hunter's kind and concerned ones. The older offered him a soft smile, the strong hands not leaving his shoulder.

"I'm sorry…" Tech choked out.

"Tech'ika…" Hunter sat down next to him, pulling him into his side. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I'm always annoying everyone!" Tech found himself clinging to his ori'vod. "I start rambling and I don't even realize it and I just want to share but I just end up annoying everyone and-!"

Hunter stopped him, turning Tech's head to meet his gaze. "Tech, you're okay. I'm sorry that I upset you. I didn't mean to." Hunter reached up, wiping away the remaining tears on Techs cheeks

Tech looked at his brother through his blurry vision as Hunter returned his goggles. "I-"

"Hey, Tech,"

Tech looked past Hunter to Crosshair who was sitting on the floor with his sniper rifle in his lap. Crosshair patted the floor next to him. "I've got to clean my rifle. Come finish telling me about the thing you were talking about while I finish."

Tech's eyes lit up, looking at their youngest in disbelief. "...really?"

Crosshair began to take the rifle apart piece by piece, his only response was to pat the floor beside him again.

A smile worked its way onto his face as Hunter helped him off his bunk. He walked over, plopping himself down next to the young sniper. For the first time in a long time, Crosshair turned to Tech,

and the sniper smiled

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Cobalt got into a fight:

*eight year old Cobalt came into the barracks a bit roughed up from a fight*

Hunter: *protective big bro mode activating* Cobalt what happened

Cobalt: *shuffling his feet* I uh, kinda got into a fight

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker: *fretting over Cobalt like a bunch of mother hens*

Crosshair: did you win

[mroddmod]

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

[alligatorpie1945]

Have some clone cadet shenanigans/

They are at that age where Hunter's hair is getting just long enough to get in his face. He was given a bandana to pull his hair back, and he just never stopped wearing it.

I've really been loving drawing them as cadets, so if anyone has some good clone cadet fics, please send them my way! <3

[clownbloody]

How we all feeling? :D

[adh-d2]

I've been thinking a lot about the way Tech and Crosshair speak, how they sound very different but there's a similarity in how precise and measured their voices are.

And now I have the following headcanons:

- Crosshair and Tech are tube twins and they're the youngest of the batch. 

- Crosshair was either nonverbal or selectively mute as a cadet. There was a time where the only person he'd murmer things to was Tech and Tech would 'translate' for him. 

- In contrast, Tech's always been super verbal but he still struggled to communicate for a while. He used to stumble over words and run out of breath a lot. Maybe he had a stutter. His thoughts just moved so fast that he felt like his voice couldn't keep up. 

- So anyway both of them had speech therapy and that's why their accents are different to the rest of the clones thank you for coming to my TechTalk

[cowboylikemorgan]

Between the clone cadets and the Tantiss kids, Hunter Bad Batch is really about to open “the Bad Batch’s School for Extraordinary Youngsters” 😭

[cloneenthusiast]

Cadet Batch giving Tech some much needed Info Dump Time

[local-cryptid]

pov: youre walking through tipoca city and come across these little gremlins

[matchademi]

I keep thinking of Crosshair calls Sol buir first, then punching him in the stomach in a panic

BUT THEN

I think of Tech working on something and then suddenly

"Hey Buir, can you pass me that"

And Tech doesn't even realise. He just keeps working while Sol is in happy tears

(Wrecker has been calling him buir for months, yes, he still cried)

Hunter calls Sol Buir last