#tbb phee genoa

[snotbuggle]

Some people theorize that the human mind replays some of its most treasured memories and dreams for seven minutes after death.

What else would Tech dream of than the people he loves? Probably some nerd shit…

Pt 1/2(?)

[ladyzirkonia]

Of course she is a badass pilot too.

[archivewriter1ont]

Literally any woman, to Hunter: Hello.

Crosshair: Absolutely not! *sets blaster to stun*

Hunter: Uh, Cross???

Crosshair: Their kind have already stolen one brother from me!

Tech: For the last time, Crosshair, Phee did not steal me.

Tech: She is holding me captive with my full consent. 🥰

[clone-trooper-cheese]

Love them 💗

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Radiant

Summer of Bad Batch 2025 | Week 1 | Prompt: Late Night Beach Walks

Summary: A sunrise yields an epiphany. (Or: Tech and Phee's first kiss.) POV: Tech Rating: PG (Word Count: 2975)

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Note: Most of my Tech Lives fics so far have Tech returning post-epilogue. For this story, however, I imagine Tech was rescued and reunited with his family on Pabu no later than a year or two after Tantiss falls; and events here take place a few months after.

          Tech, standing in the front yard with his datapad in hand, heard footsteps approaching and smiled to himself as he looked toward the path leading up to the front door. A large tree partially obstructed his view of the walkway at this angle, but within moments the visitor rounded the corner and neared the entrance to the yard, the light of the full moon clearly revealing her identity.

          "You're up early,” Phee greeted him as she walked into the yard.

          Tech glanced down at the local time displayed on the datapad. "This is the time we agreed upon."

          "Yes, but I didn't think you'd be waiting outside already."

          "Crosshair did warn us that if we woke him up, even inadvertently, he'd use us for target practice,” he reminded her.

          She shook her head incredulously. "You didn't take that threat seriously, did you?"

          "Of course not.” Crosshair knew full well that retribution would come when he least expected it if he tried to follow through on such a threat. He might be willing to risk it with Tech, but he knew better than to try it with Phee. “However, Crosshair would complain loudly enough to wake up Batcher, which would delay our departure enough that we would likely miss it."

          She laughed quietly at this. “And trust me, you don’t want to miss this. Very well, then, Brown Eyes, let’s go.” And she gestured for him to follow her, waiting as he stowed his datapad before she led the way out of the yard.

          Phee had returned to Pabu two days ago after retrieving another artifact and, in the course of catching up with the Bad Batch, had mentioned wanting to show Tech a sunrise on Pabu. Tech and Phee had been on more than a few outings together since he had finally reunited with his family, but Tech couldn’t quite see the point of this excursion.

          “I’ve been up before dawn plenty of times before,” he had said.

          Phee had smiled knowingly. “You have not seen a sunrise like this before, not from where we’ll be standing.”

          “Oh!” Omega had suddenly exclaimed. “Are you taking him…?” At Phee’s nod, Omega had turned to him enthusiastically. “Tech, you need to go. Lyana showed me the place before, and told me that Phee showed her. It’s amazing!”

          The others had made their excuses – Crosshair in particular making it abundantly clear that he would not wake up before the sun was fully risen unless in life-or-death circumstances – and Tech found he was glad: he enjoyed the time Phee spent with him and the entire family, but he also enjoyed the times the two of them spent alone together, and he found himself looking forward to this event.

          Now, they took the path all the way down to the beach before trekking along the shoreline to the side of the island that faced the sunrise. It was almost two hours before dawn, and while Tech knew their destination was some distance away, he also knew they could easily make the trip in a little over an hour if they wanted to. He suspected Phee didn't want to rush, though, and he certainly wouldn't object to spending more time with her. 

          They walked along the beach, just beyond the reach of the waves, as Phee told Tech more of what she knew about the Fluti tribe and why the handheld musical instrument she had recovered on her latest trip was so significant to their culture. 

          “Myorka says the tradition among her people was to learn how to play the instrument once reaching ten years of age,” Phee continued. “She learned the instrument just before she and her family had to flee.”

          “And you say the instrument was part of a religious ritual?”

          “Yes. Ancient Fluti tradition worshipped the sun. They had a yearly ceremony involving music to chase away dark spirits that threatened to eat the sun.”

          “I would presume they were observing a solar eclipse,” Tech theorized, pulling his datapad from his belt to double check his facts and made a few quick mental calculations as he continued, “Based on the orbital patterns of Flutona and its two moons, they would indeed experience an eclipse every year. And it is a common trend in primitive cultures to consider eclipses of any kind to be a supernatural phenomenon.”

          “Can’t say I blame those cultures for thinking that,” Phee said with a soft laugh. “First time I saw an eclipse was on Yrpac when I was nineteen years old. I knew what it was, but I still would have described it as supernatural.” She let out a small sigh. “What about you, have you and your brothers ever seen an eclipse?”

          “Yes, on Trepadin, during the war,” Tech replied. “The darkness in the middle of the day certainly helped us complete our mission objective even more quickly than usual.”

          “I can imagine,” Phee said, before tilting her head. “Wait, did you actually plan your mission to coincide with the eclipse?”

          “It wasn’t the original plan, no; but we did move up the timeline of our operation when I discovered an eclipse was imminent. It was coincidental, though fortunate, that the operation took place within the path of totality.”

          “The path of what?”

          “The path of totality, the path across the planet’s surface that falls within the track of the umbra.”

          Phee nodded. “And the umbra would be…?”

          “The umbra is the area in which the moon’s shadow completely blocks the light of the sun,” Tech began before launching into a more detailed explanation of the types and phases of solar eclipses, with the conversation turning naturally toward lunar eclipses as well as the factors influencing the frequency and appearance of these phenomena on any given planet. He had just finished answering Phee’s query as to when Pabu would likely next experience a solar eclipse when he suddenly realized they had come to a halt, Phee having silently guided him to a stop by putting a hand on his arm while still paying attention to his explanation.

          “Why did we stop?” he asked now.

          Phee nodded to her left, indicating they needed to turn inland. “This way. We need to approach from below.”

          Within a few feet, the light from the stars and the moon was obscured by thickening foliage, rendering the glowrods necessary. A few feet further, and Tech could now see a narrow, less-defined path lined with small boulders leading upwards.  

          Tech knew the geography of Pabu well enough by this point to know they were nearing a freshwater stream that met the ocean in the form of a waterfall cascading from one of the island’s highest cliffs. He and his brothers had gone with Omega and Batcher to explore along the stream and the top of the falls several times before; this was the first time he had ever taken a trail from below leading up toward the waterfall.

          The trail was far enough removed from the waterfall that, even when they climbed high enough that Tech could make out the sound of the waterfall over the soft roar of the ocean below, the path remained dry, so the hike, while strenuous, wasn’t treacherous. A short distance away from the summit, the path curved around the cliff face; here, the ground started to become somewhat slick, but as the path had widened and leveled out and was still lined with large rocks that acted almost as a natural guardrail, the last leg of the trek proved to be the easiest part. By this point the stars had faded in the graying sky, marking the coming dawn, and the glowrods were no longer necessary.

          They neared the end of the trail, and Tech, inferring their ultimate destination, scrambled nimbly over the small boulder that partially concealed the cave entrance before turning to offer his hand to Phee as she followed. She readily accepted his assistance, and when she reached the ground she didn't relinquish his hand, instead gently squeezing it as she turned in the darkness of the shallow cave to face the calm gray stillness beyond the cave entrance. Tech gave a small smile that she didn't see. They had been holding hands more frequently as of late, and he had to admit he quite enjoyed this physical touch.

          The shallow cave was positioned some distance down from the cliff’s edge and was adjacent to the flow of the water, to where Tech could feel droplets hitting his face from the spray it created, but the cave opening was not obscured by the waterfall.

          “How did you find this place?” he asked.

          “Just happened across it when I was exploring, a few months after I first came to Pabu,” she replied. “It was broad daylight at the time, but then I thought it would make a great place to watch the sun come up.” She chuckled. “And I was right.”

          They now fell into companionable silence, standing together as the sky continued to brighten, blue-gray turning shades of pink and orange with hints of blueish purple. So far, a typical sunrise considering Pabu’s atmosphere, Tech mused to himself.

          Now, the sun peeked over the horizon, and Phee glanced at him with a grin brimming with quiet enthusiasm before she focused again on the view. He smiled at her anticipation as she stepped nearer to him, her shoulder brushing his.

          Based on the setting and their position relative to the waterfall, he had already guessed what would happen, and his prediction was accurate: the glowing ball of light intensified the colors in the sky, with the panorama reflected in the ocean below. As expected, the water splashing merrily nearby soon caught the light of the sun's rays, giving the appearance of golden droplets falling through the air and creating miniature flickering rainbows across the cave opening. Tech surreptitiously glanced at Phee, appreciating her profile and the soft contented smile on her face as she gazed avidly at the sight before them.

          Given all they had learned about each other as they had spent more time together, Tech understood why Phee was so enthralled by the spectacle. Of course, he, too, recognized how objectively stunning this view of the sunrise was, though his thoughts were focused less on the scene itself and more on analyzing why he had recently been associating phenomena such as this with Phee and what he knew of her character. Phee fully appreciated beauty and unique traits; but, more than that, she had a knack for finding beauty everywhere around her – in nature, culture, history, even people.

          Perhaps this is why he was finding himself increasingly fascinated by her.

          He had been studying this question out in his mind for weeks, trying to identify what it was about Phee that he liked so much. There was something about her that made him enjoy being around her; what’s more, he wanted to make her smile, and he wanted her to find him trustworthy and dependable. Of course, he could say the same for his brothers and sister - he was comfortable around them, he wanted them to be happy and safe and be able to rely on him - but with Phee it felt... different, somehow. Why?

          The sun rolled higher over the horizon, rays of light now directly illuminating the cave, and another rainbow danced across Tech’s field of vision. And his thoughts turned again to pondering the characteristics that lent to Phee’s ability to light up, with her mere presence, any space she was in…

          "You're awfully quiet,” Phee’s voice broke through his musings, and he blinked to find her looking at him with humor in her eyes. “I was expecting some kind of lesson on the properties of light and refraction angles or something."

          "We discussed that in detail yesterday." Tech knew he had a reputation for being loquacious, though he still didn’t quite understand how he had gotten this reputation, as he never talked simply for the sake of talking. No, whenever he talked it was for a purpose; and since he had already told Phee everything he knew about the science behind light, there was no purpose now in revisiting the topic, not unless she asked for a review.

          Phee chuckled, a reaction he felt as well as heard given their proximity and continued hand-to-hand contact. "So we did. Well then, what do you think of it?" she asked as she gestured toward the view beyond the cave opening.

          He frowned thoughtfully at the rising sun as he considered how to answer – what did he think of the sunrise itself? He had largely been thinking of Phee the past fifteen minutes. "It makes me think of you,” he said honestly.

          "Oh?" He was still looking out over the ocean, but he could hear the puzzlement in her voice and knew she wanted more of an explanation as to how his thought process had connected two very different subjects.

          He sighed internally – he should have launched into an objective explanation of how different atmospheric conditions would affect the qualities of a sunrise, rather than venturing into more personal responses. Still, Phee had asked a question, and he wanted to make himself clear to her, even if he wasn’t sure how.

          "Yes,” he said, brow still furrowed as he tried to find words to explain his meaning. It was so easy to talk about facts and data and events from an objectively technical viewpoint; it was much more challenging to quantify emotional responses. “It's... radiant."

          She shifted away from him, and he turned to look at her, momentarily wondering if he had said something to upset her – but no, her stunned expression rapidly melted into something warm and inviting, and she brought her free hand up to his chest.

          "I'm going to kiss you, Brown Eyes," she announced. She leaned in slowly, as if to give him time to back away if he wanted to; but for reasons he couldn't quite explain, he didn't want to. Her eyes were locked on his, studying his reaction, her eyelids fluttering shut only when she was a hair's breadth away from him.

          Her lips met his, and he momentarily lost his bearings. What began as a heady rush of sensations, warm and tingling and sweet, proceeded to trickle through him from his head all the way down to his toes; and he peripherally registered that he was still holding Phee’s hand, reactively squeezing it tightly as an anchor against this strange but certainly not unpleasant swirl of feeling that was about to sweep him away.

          She gently pulled her head back, ending the kiss, and the world seemed to stutter to a halt as his brain raced ahead a million miles an hour, thinking of all the ways Phee opened new vistas of thought and perspective and experience for him and the animated way she told stories of her adventures to a wider audience and the quiet way she told more personal stories to him and the way she tilted her head with her focus never wavering from him as she intently listened to him share his own stories and the way she sought out time with him and the way she comfortably interacted with his family and the way she was so kind to her friends and was so stubborn and self-assured with her rivals and the way her quick wit and compassionate heart and cleverness and confidence made him feel so alive.

          He had wondered occasionally, with clinical curiosity, what romantic love might feel like. Now, as all these thoughts of Phee collided with a positive explosion of emotions, he knew his curiosity had been satisfied.

          He didn't just like Phee. He loved her. Romantically.  

          A kiss, particularly one on the lips, was a well-known way to express one's romantic inclinations for another. If Phee's action was indeed an indication she felt some level of romantic affection for him, perhaps she would allow him to indulge in such an expression of his feelings for her in the future...

          He was brought back to his surroundings only when a slim brown hand waved across his field of vision.

          "Oh great, I think I just broke you," Phee muttered, looking concerned and even a little insecure.

          Tech reached out with his free hand, blindly finding Phee's elbow and running his hand down her forearm until he gripped her other hand in his – he needed the extra point of contact to keep himself steady. "I was just considering that I would like to experience that again," he managed to say, a trifle stiffly as he forced his voice out around the emotions that clogged his throat. "With you. Often."

          Phee's expression relaxed into a smile, all trace of self-doubt gone. "Well, you don't need to tell me twice," she said as she leaned into him again, the warm intention in her eyes sending another pleasant thrill of anticipation through him; and this time, he was cautiously prepared to reciprocate her display of affection.

          His mind was still racing, faster than even his heart, and he realized with a small surge of panic that he hadn't had a chance to ask Phee if she was indeed aware of some of the implications of this type of intimacy, if she knew this was the first time he had kissed anybody and if she was comfortable with that, if there was something he should do to make the experience more enjoyable for her, if...; but as he gave into the subconscious impulse to move his hands to her waist and draw her closer, felt her sigh softly against his lips, his thoughts quieted as he focused on how much light she brought to his life, and how much he cherished her for it.

          And he decided that, perhaps, his questions could wait.

@summer-of-bad-batch @summer-of-bad-batch-reblogs

[writer-reader-skater]

Star Wars characters as things that have been said at the skating rink:

Fives: *falls on a jump* I hurt on my nuts.

Omega and Wrecker: *imitating Tech’s choreo while on the side*

Tup: how dare you misgender my tiger. (Tiger being the tissue holder).

Lux: *does 4 axels in a row* quad axel

Phee: why are your pants so tight… not that I’m complaining 👀

Crosshair: i don’t eat i photosenthesize

[ladykagewaki]

@echos-scomplings Prompt #3: Sister

Ms Fangirl & Friends: Introducing Sister

What are Phee and Chuchi referencing? click here

@zaya-mo @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian @salubriousbean @bring-backup-99 @99tech99

[thesmollestnerd]

IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING

But If I see any, A N Y misogynoir towards Phee Genoa either about her S2 or S3 appearances, we will be having words. We love and support Phee Genoa in this fandom. That's Non-negotiable.

[artfulacrostic]

memes for The Bad Batch, 3x11 "The Point of No Return"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*SPOILERS*

[lifblogs]

The Right Body

@ailesswhumptober Day 20 Enemy/Stranger to Caretaker, Accidental De-aging, "I'm absolutely not qualified for this shit."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2874 Summary: The Bad Batch are separated by a cave-in, and Echo is injured and his prosthetic legs aren't working right. He only has Phee to help him, and he's not too sure of her yet. READ ON AO3

Echo couldn’t remember if he’d cried out when a rock hit his spine during the cave-in, but now he was on the ground, blue-gray dirt in his eyes, rocks still settling. He coughed as the dirt got in his throat. Phee was coughing too. Echo didn’t think anyone else had made it to their side of the cave-in, but that meant the rest of his squad was stuck with the pirates who had been idiotic enough to set off a bomb.

His squad was extremely competent though, and some pirates… not so much. Phee was pretty competent, though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It got them dragged around too much, in his opinion. He was tired of her adventures and found her too boisterous, but Omega liked her, and Tech liked her, so Echo tried his best. At least he knew Hunter shared his sentiments.

“You okay?” Phee asked.

Echo tried to get up, but a weird sensation came from his prosthetic legs. Not pain, but… it was almost as if nerves he no longer had were being tugged at. His legs weren’t moving right. Painstakingly, exhaling as he used his core, he rolled over, and sat up to get a look at them. His back ached so badly that he adjusted his breathing so his ribs wouldn’t expand too much, causing more pain.

His legs were sparking, and each blue spark was accompanied with that strange feeling.

His back wouldn’t stop throbbing from where the rock had hit him, but since he could move he figured nothing was broken. Well, nothing organic. The rock must have hit the servos that connected to his legs.

Kriff.

“There’s something wrong with my legs,” Echo said aloud.

When Phee came over she crouched down, eyeing his legs.

“Can you stand?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

He didn’t actually think so, but Echo didn’t like anything about this situation. His legs were everything to him. They were how he got around, how he could protect his family. They helped him survive, helped him live.

He was used to doing tune-ups on them, Tech and Omega helping him out, but they were trapped without them.

“Here, I’ll help.”

Phee got on his left side, and put an arm around his waist.

He winced.

“Careful. My back’s injured too.”

She touched him lightly now, and let him put his arm around her shoulders. He tried to stand, and made it to a wobbly crouch. Echo swore as his legs sparked again, and he landed on his knees. He would have fallen onto his face if Phee hadn’t caught him with a hand on his chest.

“I think my legs are broken.”

For Echo that was a completely different statement than for someone else.

“There’s something wrong with the servos, I think,” he panted.

Phee helped him balance, but looked down, and then looked back at him.

“I’m absolutely not qualified for this scrag,” she said.

Echo had figured, but still: “Kriff.”

“Here, let’s get you sitting again.”

Definitely a good idea. Already his torso was aching from this fixed position.

Echo was panting by the time they got him resting against the rock wall again. The pressure hurt his back, but he didn’t have to work so hard to stay upright.

“Do you think the others are okay?” Echo asked.

Phee waved a hand, setting up lanterns so they’d be able to see better. “Pfft, they’ve got Brown Eyes with them. They’re fine. Plus Hunter is as good as his arrogance suggests.”

“That’s confidence, not arrogance.”

“You know from personal experience?”

Echo gave a light laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Phee dragged her bag over, while Echo worked on getting his comm working. Static met him for a few taps, but then the line was clear.

“Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Omega, are you all okay?”

“We are fine,” Tech said. “Though pirates are firing at us.”

Echo straightened. “How is that fine?”

“He means we’re not injured,” Omega said.

“Not yet!” Wrecker responded.

“Echo, are you okay?” Hunter asked.

Echo could imagine his team running, dodging, and firing all while having this conversation. He figured that soon the pirates would all be dead, or stunned.

“A rock hit my back. It hurts, and my legs aren’t working.”

“What?” Omega gasped.

Phee said into her comm, “And I’ve only worked on ships, and some droid maintenance, so I have no idea what to do here.”

“I’ll walk you through it from here,” Tech said.

“Good luck,” Phee said. “‘Cause all I got is a hydrospanner and a solder.”

“That might be all you need, though a piece of string might come in handy.”

“Excuse me?” Phee asked.

Echo was confused too.

“If you tie it around a motor you can make a…” Tech sighed. “Never mind. Now what part of the prosthetics is damaged?”

“Hold on,” Phee said.

“Echo, you mind showing me your back? And taking off this… What is it?”

“A kama.”

“Do you need help?”

With a sigh, Echo rolled, and laid down on his stomach, propping his head up on his arm.

“The kama’s attached to my belt,” he supplied.

“Ah.”

Phee removed it, then asked, “What about your armor, and your tunic?”

“You can take off the belt and armor, and lift my tunic up,” he consented with a huff.

Echo took in a deep breath, not always a fan of people he didn’t know very well touching him.

“All right, let’s get a look here,” Phee said, his armor now removed. She lifted up his tunic, and Echo inwardly winced, knowing she’d see not just his prosthetics, but the covered implants he had along his spine. “Well, you’re certainly bruising,” she said. “Must’ve been some rock.” Phee must have then looked lower because she said, “Brown Eyes, I don’t quite know what I’m looking at.”

“Describe it.”

Phee did so, and Tech responded, “Oh, that is an easy enough fix.

“Echo, how do your legs feel?”

He frowned, but responded, “Like someone’s tugging on nerves.”

“Ah, that would make sense. Phee, you’re going to have to uncouple the lumbar rotors so you can deactivate the servo encoder without burning through Echo’s cerebral interface. Then you have to solder—”

“In Basic, please!” Phee interrupted.

“That is Basic,” Tech muttered.

“Oh my stars, Brown Eyes, I swear…” Phee cried.

“You see the circular nodules along Echo’s spine?”

“Uh…”

“They’re about two inches in diameter, gray, right above his culet.”

“Found ‘em.”

Echo felt Phee press.

He was anxious to have her work on him when she didn’t know much about this type of technology, but he trusted Tech to do his job well, even through comms.

His back seemed to ache more from this position, and he tried shifting his hips, but his legs sparked again. Echo winced at the strange tugging sensation.

He grunted.

“You good?” Phee asked.

“Peachy.”

“There’s a switch under a panel right in between the nodules. That should begin the detachment process so Echo won’t feel any of this.”

Phee must have hit the switch because Echo’s legs even stopped transferring the sensation of the rocky ground to him.

“Got it,” Phee called.

They talked as Phee worked on him. There was a strange dissociation with not being able to feel any of it. As time ticked on, he felt like this body was wrong, that this wasn’t his. Echo floated away from it, till he could look down and see this body, this strange, strange thing that was supposedly his. But how could it be? From the implants, to the prosthetics, the chemically ruined skin, and the inner workings of him, he didn’t quite understand it. This body had been blown up and tortured and experimented on, and this was what he, Echo as a person, was left with. 

It also was strangely intimate and unerring that Tech seemed to know more about his prosthetics than he himself did. It was like he was floating in something that didn’t belong to him.

A few times they had to pause for them to take care of the pirates. But then that was all clear.

“I think we can loop back around and get you two out,” Hunter said.

“No talking,” Phee told him. “Except for Tech. I have to think.”

“How’s it going?” Echo asked, surprised that it was his own voice that came out of him and not something mechanical.

“Shh.”

“It’s my body,” Echo grumbled.

“And that’s why I’m trying to be so careful,” Phee argued. “Hold on, I have to… Tech, what am I doing here again?”

Echo didn’t like that.

“Maybe we should wait for Tech,” Echo suggested.

His sense of helplessness was becoming keener with each second.

“No, I’ve got it.”

Tech’s answer was long, and Phee asked him to break it down again.

“Oh, I already did that,” she said.

“Without my instruction?” Tech asked.

“Sorry, I thought it was what you said.”

“Please do not break Echo,” Tech told her. “Or I’ll be less amenable to being called Brown Eyes in the future.”

“Can you two flirt on your own time?” Echo asked, lifting himself up to shoot Phee a glare.

She rolled her eyes.

“Calm down. I’ve got it. Kinda like a droid when you get right down to it.”

“I am not a droid,” Echo argued. His voice was strong, but his body didn’t feel that strength at all.

Phee paused, looking at him. He recognized guilt in her face, but she didn’t seem like she was going to try and stand her ground on this. She knew she was wrong, and she accepted that.

“You’re not a droid,” she agreed. “I’m sorry.”

Echo couldn’t accept her apology just yet, and simply let out a sigh as he laid back down.

“Are you almost done fixing my legs?” he bit out.

“I think so.”

She continued to work, Echo hearing the slight buzz and sizzle of the solder.

“I really am sorry for what I said. I hope you know I don’t see you that way. I… actually think you look pretty cool.”

“Oh, well I won’t tell Tech that,” Echo joked.

Someone must have had a comm on because Tech suddenly said, “I heard that.”

They laughed before lapsing into near-silence again.

“I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you did see me that way,” Echo admitted. “I even have a scomp.”

“And do you like having a scomp?” Phee asked slowly, carefully.

“Yeah, kinda,” Echo answered, surprising even himself. “I still kind of use it like my arm, and I like being able to help my team, and help others in this way. I know my body isn’t just for them, but I guess that’s who I am. I like helping. It’s what I was created for, basically. Plus you would not believe the kind of stuff droids have access to.”

“Echo, you’re telling me there’s droid porn?”

“That is not what I was getting at,” he laughed out.

“But there could be. You know that rule, if it exists there’s porn of it?”

Echo laughed more now, and Phee was laughing too.

“Fine, there’s probably droid porn,” he relented.

“Probably? I know there is. I swear, one time I caught MEL—”

“No, no, I don’t need to hear it.”

Their laughter continued.

“Okay, but I’ll keep it on the back burner for ya. Hey, what if you and MEL—”

“Are you trying to set me up?” he asked, completely incredulous.

Phee paused in her soldering, maybe to shrug. “Hey, I’ve seen it work before.”

“You’re crazy,” Echo muttered.

“Why do you think Tech likes me?”

“Oh, so he does?”

Phee gave him a light shove on his arm. “Shut up.”

Echo grinned, but then remembered what he had wanted to share:

“So… what I was trying to say earlier about my scomp is that the way the files show up in my brain is so… interesting. It’s like I’m not just my body anymore, but part of the information, part of something bigger. It feels… freeing.”

“Huh, sounds like a pretty good deal then.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Hey, Tech,” Phee asked, “I finished recalibrating the servos. Is he all set?”

“Yes. You can connect his legs back to the rest of his body now.”

“All right, brace yourself, Echo, in case I messed up.”

“I sure hope you didn’t.”

There were a few different metallic sounds, and then Echo could feel the ground against his legs again.

About time too because the pain in his back was thundering through him in this position.

“How about we test ‘em out before we get you all armored up again?”

Echo felt a bit odd being exposed still, but with Phee’s help he was able to stand. He had to tighten his abdomen to stay upright though, as his aching back wasn’t doing the work it should have been. That was going to get exhausting.

Echo tested out walking a few paces, Phee near at hand. He couldn’t believe how her presence had gone from strange and irritating to… well, a friend.

“Lookin’ good.”

Echo felt good too. His legs felt completely back to normal, no fake nerve tugging sensations or anything. But he grunted as he moved, the pain in his back worse than he had thought.

“Hey, you good?”

“My back,” he said, voice tight. “It’s hurting a lot.”

“Darn, I don’t have a medical scanner with me.”

“Tech or Hunter should have one.”

Phee was picking up her things, and handed Echo his blaster. “Let’s go find ‘em then.”

Hunter was correct, the tunnel did loop back around. It appeared that the others had taken care of all the pirates as they were nowhere in sight, save for a couple of bodies in the blue-gray cavern.

Light streamed down from holes up above to paint designs against the stone, and Omega was jumping from one patch of light to the other. Though she stopped at seeing Echo and came closer.

Echo was breathing hard and taking smaller steps without meaning to by the time the others caught up to Omega. Phee was holding onto his arm to aid him.

Before anyone could say anything, Phee pointed at him with a thumb. “Someone get a medical scanner and look at Echo’s back.”

Hunter immediately started searching through Tech’s pack, and came over.

“How bad do you feel?” he asked Echo.

Echo gave a tight laugh as he turned around for the scanner to better penetrate into his spine. “Oh, you know, I’ve had worse.”

Hunter gave a light laugh too.

“Nothing’s broken,” Hunter reported. “No herniated discs either, though we could get AZI to look at you, see if there’s something I missed. Seems like you’ve just got a nasty hematoma.”

“Really?” Echo asked, not liking what this meant for how he would have to live his life till he felt better. Already his abdomen was tired from the extra work.

“Yeah, you were definitely pretty purple,” Phee informed him.

Tech came over, Echo glancing over his shoulder at him.

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Fascinating.”

Echo rolled his eyes. “Quit ogling my medical scan like a cadet seeing a woman for the first time, and tell me what’s going on.”

“I have never—” Tech began to say.

Wrecker said, “Sure you have. Remember that one time when Master—”

Hunter cut in, “I don’t think this is the time for embarrassing stories.”

“Oh, yeah,” Wrecker said. “Another time.”

“No, not another time,” Tech said. “I will not have you airing my embarrassing moments—”

“What is up with my back?” Echo asked. “We can embarrass you another time, Tech.”

Omega murmured to Hunter, “What are we all talking about?”

“Wait till you’re older.”

Echo laughed a bit at that.

Tech said, “Your hematoma is around one of your implants, so I assume it is causing you extra pain. Perhaps AZI will have a nerve block for you.”

Echo nodded, a strange mix of exhausted and amused.

Hunter helped Echo the rest of the way out of the cavern, though Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had all volunteered to do so.

Phee took Tech’s arm. “You know I’m going to have to hear those embarrassing stories sometime, right?”

Wrecker laughed. “Yeah!”

“So you’re really okay?” Hunter asked while Omega pestered Tech and Wrecker about stories of them as cadets—hopefully appropriate ones.

“I think so,” Echo said. “I felt… strange though. Like…” He swallowed roughly. “Like this isn’t actually my body,” he admitted.

“Well, if it’s worth anything,” Hunter began, “I like how your body is. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like what you’ve been through. But it’s the body of my friend, my brother. So to me, it’s just right.”

Echo blinked back tears. Hunter focused dead ahead to give him some privacy.

Echo nudged him with his shoulder, and Hunter nudged him back. He couldn’t say what he was feeling, couldn’t even put it into words. This was all he had.

Omega looked back at him and smiled.

Maybe this… maybe this was the right body for him. It was the body of someone who was loved.

Sunlight beamed down upon them once they exited the cave, and Echo thoroughly enjoyed its warmth.

[talesfrommedinastation]

“Let us go back to the original plan upon receiving the half-clone hybrid specimen–destroy it, as soon as you can,” said Tarkin, coldly, “Make sure that nothing remains. A simple bolt shot to the back of the head, and then thrown into a furnace.” 

“That will be done, governor, as soon as we inform the Emperor of our progress,” replied Hemlock smoothly, cracking his knuckles. 

'A Saint's Fire: Part 2', To Guard Against Titans

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Pictured above is CX-2 and Meg in the next chapter.

It's early, but dang it, I just couldn't say NO to a angry, exhausted, po'd Papa Bear brainwashed clone trooper and his daughter that's not his real daughter as he wields a gun to protect her from imperial fools.

Why am I drinking it's not even 5 pm on a Wednesday

Any diddly hoo, we are getting unhinged here near the end.

Dehumanizing clones/Belters and their families? Check.

Dark Trooper Phase 0? Check.

Tarkin and Hemlock acting like Eichmann and Mengele in space? Check.

Endless body horror because Dr. Meat Muffin rediscovered her love of the Aliens franchise? Check.

I promised To Guard Against Titans would be a lot more gruesome and scarier then Far Past the Ring, and I hope I'm delivering.

[snotbuggle]

I think this is actually the first time I’ve drawn her?? That’s a shame. I should do it more often. Still trying to figure out how to adapt her features.

[ladyzirkonia]

I love her your honor.

Phee Genoa in The Bad Batch 3.12 - The Juggernaut

[archivewriter1ont]

Starlight Lullaby (Fic #2 for Tech February)

Tech reminisces about his life during the Clone Wars and all that has happened since while he stays up to take care of his son. Little Darik might be sniffling with a cold, but he inherited Phee's ability to draw Tech out of his too-deep thoughts and bring him back to the present.

A quiet sniffle broke through the nighttime silence, a distinctly uncomfortable sound that was in direct contrast to the peaceful view outside the bedroom window. Tech looked up from his reading, and with a flick of his finger switched the light from his datapad screen to an even dimmer setting. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness that shrouded the room, he yawned – then he exhaled slowly, and listened to the stillness of the room. No more sniffles. But before his eyes could shift back to the screen, he yawned again. It surprised him a little, how quickly and happily his body was adjusting to a regular sleep schedule. The sniffle was louder this time and a single word accompanied it, plaintive as it rose softly over the rustle of soft blankets and very likely a stuffie of sort. "Papa?" Or, a semi-regular sleep schedule.

[dangraccoon]

It's Still You

Day 26 ~ nightmares ~

Tech x Phee

Word Count: 665 Content: PTSD, nightmare, brainwashing/mind control and the aftermath of it

Wind howled around him as he crouched on a rooftop. It chilled him down to the bone, but he ignored it, just as his conditioning required.

He could see the target through the reticle of his rifle’s scope. All he needed to do was shoot.

But then the target turned. He almost gasped as Phee Genoa smiled and laughed, unaware that her life was about to end.

“N-no,” he whispered, but his body moved without his permission, realigning the rifle, level with her head. 

“Please, please,” he begged. “D-d-don’t!”

His body inhaled, then exhaled. It held its breath, finger moving to rest lightly on the trigger.

As the plasma burst from the end of the barrel, he screamed.

“Tech, it’s okay,” Phee whispered, her hand lightly touching his arm.

He looked around frantically. He wasn’t on that freezing rooftop. Phee wasn’t even the target of that mission, she was sitting next to him here, in their bed. He was home on Pabu, his partner beside him, and their tooka blinking curiously at him from the end of the bed.

“It’s alright,” Phee cooed, hand drifting to rub soft circles against his shoulder.

Once his breathing started to equalize, Tech turned to face her but kept his eyes shut tight, as though it would push away the bloody images in his mind. “I-I’m–”

“Nothing’ to be sorry for,” she hummed with practiced ease, hands gently pulling at him, but not pressuring.

He relented, allowing himself to be pulled tightly against her chest.

“It was just a nightmare,” she said.

“No,” he breathed, hating the way his shaking voice caused her hands to go still. “It was mostly a… a memory.”

She didn’t answer but smiled softly and nodded in a quiet encouragement to continue.

“It was a mission to… I-I cannot remember the name of the moon,” he said, his body–having no trouble remembering the cold–shivering despite the comfortable temperature of their home. “I was sent as…” he trailed off, his voice cracking beneath the weight of his guilt.

“As an assassin?” Phee filled in, her voice soft, unaccusing.

Tech felt like something was clawing up through his throat as he pushed himself up and out of her arms. He needed to move. Staying still wasn’t an option–you move or you’re dead.

He growled slightly as he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes.

“Tech,” Phee said, her eyes shifting from sympathy to concern. “Come back to bed.”

His hands pushed up, fingers running through the short patch of curls that were still growing in after his Empire-issue buzzcut.

“Whatever you dreamt,” Phee murmured, rising to meet him at the end of the bed, her hand caressing the side of his face. “It’s in the past. They forced you to do awful things–”

“How can you hold me like this?” he asked, no louder than a whisper for fear of the crackling of his voice. “I… I killed in cold blood with ruthless efficiency… no matter the location, the… the target. Phee, how can you… live with me when I cannot live with myself?”

She huffed a slight laugh. “Tech, I love you. This,” she said, gesturing to him. “Is how. After you fell, you were used by those monsters. I know you know that you couldn’t control it because I know you tried, I know you fought. And this… misplaced guilt? It shows me that despite everything you’ve been through, it’s still you right here.” One hand pressed against his chest as the other wrapped around the harsh metal cybernetics that covered the entirety of his spine.

He let her pull him back into their bed, allowing himself to exist in the moment. Her soft words and touches pulled him up to the surface of the deep, dark pool of the thoughts that threatened to drown him, eventually soothing him into a blessedly peaceful sleep.

“I love you, Tech” she whispered against his skin as she pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

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[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Okay, I am having WAY too much fun writing this Bad Batch "Spoils of War/Ruins of War" AU so I'm subjecting you all to another excerpt 😂

Hope you enjoy!!!

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Crosshair took his time following his brothers into Cid's office, slipping a toothpick into his mouth as he brought up the rear. By the time he had stepped far enough into the room to look over Hunter's shoulder and see the stranger positioned near the desk, Hunter was already arguing lightly with Cid.

"You told her?" Hunter was saying.

"Don't get twitchy," Cid snapped back. "Phee's a friend. She's the most trustworthy pirate I know."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?" Echo asked skeptically.

The stranger, Phee, seemed to take mild offense to that. "Aren't clones supposed to look alike?" she said as she stepped forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So much for quality control." Her eyes lingered on Echo only briefly before she turned her attention to the rest of the group, working her way down the line. "This one's too big. This one's too small." Ignoring Wrecker's and Omega's crestfallen looks, she barreled right ahead to Hunter and Crosshair. "These two've got face tattoos." She snorted. "Yeah, real subtle."

Apparently noticing Crosshair's deepening scowl, Phee met his hard gaze and openly smirked. "You must be the outgoing, friendly one on the team," she declared. Before Crosshair could react, her eyes flicked to the toothpick in his mouth, and she added, "Careful with that, you're gonna crack a tooth if you chomp down any harder." Still smirking, she turned her gaze to the last member of the team and suddenly tilted her head in a gesture of lighthearted interest.

"Oh. Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?" she said invitingly to Tech.

Oh, for the love of Fett's warrior genes, she's flirting with him, Crosshair realized in horror. It was one thing for something like this to happen while the squad was at, say, 79s - indeed, watching women try and fail to flirt with his oblivious brother was one of Crosshair's favorite sources of entertainment, second only to the limitless opportunities such events provided to tease Tech about afterwards. But now they had Cid as part of the audience, and to make matters worse, this woman Phee was Cid's friend. No good could come of this; and as his horror mounted, Crosshair inadvertently bit down on his toothpick with enough force to snap it clean in half.

He needn't have worried about Phee's attempt to chat up his brother. By the time Crosshair had surreptitiously run his tongue across his teeth - reassuring himself that he had only cracked the toothpick, not a tooth - and had tuned back in to the conversation, Tech had apparently already used what Echo had once sardonically termed Tech's "unparalleled social charms" to successfully - and likely unwittingly - turn Phee off her flirtation attempts, and the pirate was now stepping toward the door with Wrecker in tow.