Plan 99
This one...I humbly apologize.
I am writing something sweet i promise its just taking longer.
Plan 99. He knew what it meant. They all knew what it meant.
But would anyone explain it to Phee?
He never had understood the sentimentality of love.
Never believed that he would experience it.
But hanging underneath the cable car.
Hearing his brothers and sister yell at him. He finally knew what it was.
As he pulls the trigger he knows he isn't coming back from this.
The probability is too low. He ran the numbers in his head when he lifted the blaster.
As he shoots he takes one last look at his younger brother and older sister.
Memorizing Omega’s face and Wreckers helmet.
He wishes, selfishly, he could have seen him without it one last time.
Wishes he could have argued with Echo
Could have strategized with Hunter
Could have just spoken with Crosshair.
Just one last time
As he closes his eyes he recalls the face that he had memorized against his will.
He thought of her constantly.
When he flew his ship. Phee.
When he thought about Pabu. Phee.
When he ran back towards the cable car. Phee.
Phee Genoa. A woman. Something he had never thought he would get to have the pleasure of knowing.
She was effervescent,incredible, intelligent, warm, and hundreds of other words in thousands of languages.
Tech had an entire folder of words he saw fit to describe her.
He had heard stories of the regs' escapades with nat born females but had decided that with an intellectual mind such as his own, he would neither find someone who would put up with him, nor would he ever grow attached.
To his surprise. His astonishment. This was the only time he had been wrong.
But was he glad for it.
She confounded him constantly.
Never doing what he predicted.
He recalls the first time they met. She called him “Brown eyes” despite the fact that all clones eyes are the same brown.
But, it made him feel different.
He of course ran a full diagnostic later on but nothing explained the feelings in his stomach when she spoke to him.
When their eyes met.
When he held her against him as they scaled the wall on Pabu.
He didn't particularly like physical touch but for her he could make exceptions.
He remembers how she and Omega became fast friends.
How he didnt know how much he would enjoy watching them interact.
As he falls his mind races and it feels like time slows down.
He quickly presses a button on his helmet that automatically plays his favorite recording.
He watches as Phee turns to him in Cid’s office.
Charming as she always was.
And the last thing he hears is her voice calling him Brown eyes.
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The pirate’s ship wasn’t protected. She just left it open.
It was all too easy to get on the ship and get the coordinates.
He completed the mission but something makes him pause.
His orders were to dispose of her if she caused trouble.
But those were orders he didn’t feel the need to follow.
She looked familiar
Like a distant memory
No sense in hurting something so…effervescent
Effervescent? Where had that come from?
He watches her closely as she inspects the hangar.
There’s something inside him fighting to get to her.
For a moment there’s whispers in his mind. As if someone is trying to escape.
He shakes his head and it’s gone.
Whatever was before is gone. He is what remains. And that night when he looks in the mirror in his quarters. A pair of mechanical eyes, stark white stare back at him.
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Warm
A little TechPhee something because I love them so much
Warm.
That's how he felt when he looked at her.
He could read a thousand articles and study hundreds of dictionaries in thousands of languages but no other word could describe the feeling he had when he looked at Phee Genoa
He considered it too simple a word for her.
But as he perused his extensive mental libraries, no other could describe the feeling she gave him.
Tech wasn't stupid. A fact he reminded his brothers of constantly.
He knew what love was, knew that it was technically a chemical reaction in the brain.
He never knew how all encompassing it was.
His mind was always racing. Always thinking about a myriad of things.
His ship, the repairs it needed.
His siblings, where they were, what they were doing.
How they would keep making credits.
The latest issue of a science journal he enjoyed.
But ever since that day in Cid's office his thoughts were interrupted by thoughts of Phee.
Phee
Phee
Phee
What she looked like, what she sounded like.
What she was thinking.
Her knowledge of history and the way she listened to him when he rambled. When he looked at her it was like the raging rapids of his mind calmed into a lazy river.
And all he could think about was Phee.
He tried to stop. He’d think about something else. Anything else, but it always lead back to Phee
He didn’t always understand her.
But that was ok.
She seemed to understand him. Even if he reacted to situations differently.
She made him want to smile, to say things to make her smile.
He would do anything to hear her call him Brown eyes, to hear her laugh.
When she was near him his heart soared faster than the Marauder.
He had told her about Crosshair. One day they were both in the Archium discussing the artifacts therein.
There was an empty spot between an old relic, a block of stone with swirling details and a golden goblet.
They were researching what could be put there and somehow the conversation turned to Crosshair.
And she just listened.
Not interrupting. Just listening.
That was more than enough for him.
He wishes he could tell her how he felt.
He wishes he knew how to describe it to himself.
The only word he could think was,
Warm.
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Cold.
That’s what he felt as he shot that connector between the cars.
But as he fell he thought of her.
And it wasn’t cold anymore
It was Warm
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