Not Afraid of Risks (Tech)

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Prompt:
(Y/N) walks their squad right into an ambush.

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Part 3! Safety Net

They/Them

2nd POV
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Only moments had passed since your first real interaction with Tech, and all hell has broken loose. You had walked your new squad right into an ambush, which was the last thing you wanted to do since your alliance change. If you all made it out of this alive, Hunter would never trust you again, even if Omega did manage to take up for you once again,

"Tighten up, boys!" Hunter shouted, whipping out his double-fisted guns and letting loose; an unnatural amount of his brothers falling instantaneously. You didn't even have to think twice before you leapt into combat, your red lightsaber glistening against all of the Clones' armour.

You couldn't think straight. A lot of things contributed to this, but most evident was the feeling of Tech not being by your side. The force was clouded thanks to the battle— too many life forms to just pick out your Clone. Yet, you didn't have enough time to stop your side of the combat it ensure his safety. The whole squad depended on you.

You slashed through armour and people like they were butter and your blades were hot knives. The wounds immediately cauterized, so no mess was left besides the unmoving corpses,

"We gotta get back to the ship!" Wrecker growled while taking out some more Clones; his automatic weapon causing an enormous amount of kickback, "Retreat!"

"You all go ahead!" you shouted, blocking away multiple blaster bolts, "I'll hold them off! Keep Omega safe!"

You could feel through the force that Tech's heart was breaking. You saw for a split second, Hunter's angry and betrayed face softening. Despite your past and attempted assassination of the Bad Batch, Hunter still trusted you. He didn't need to mutter a single word about it either. Just his face said it all.
You leapt into combat without another glance towards your new family.

Your old troops were beyond surprised at your betrayal. Many even stood as still as stone while you raked your red lightsaber through the chests and necks of multiple troopers. But they finally clicked to action as more and more fell and died; red blaster bolts matching your lightsaber souring through the air towards you.
You weren't impressed one bit.

You could feel that the Bad Batch hadn't gone too far away. You could sense Tech's increasing heart rate as each blaster bolt approached and were bounced away effortlessly. You tried not to be distracted by his fear, knowing if you did in fact focus on him too much, you'd likely die,

"Don't stop until (Y/N) is in our custody!" the familiar voice of Commander Crosshair broke through the silence, "Treason is a one way ticket to death, (Y/N). I am very disappointed in your failure."

The bullets had stopped firing. You stared absolute daggers into the eyes of the commander; your hand tightening around the hilt of your lightsaber, "I am repulsed at your betrayal to your brothers, Crosshair," you snapped, pulling your lightsaber up to beside your face, "Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Omega and Tech. They all depended on you, and now look. You're hunting them like a Nexu to a Womp Rat. You should be ashamed."

"You and I are exactly alike, (Y/N)," Crosshair coolly commented right back. He slowly lifted his helmet away from his face; his ugly burn making Crosshair unmistakably unrecognizable. You had only seen the face of the commander once before, and this was not it, "We love someone too much, and when we finally realize we are better off without them, we get hurt." He was talking both mentally and physically. Crosshair is a monster, sure, but he misses his squad-- that much is clear.

Yet, you still had the strength to clench your teeth and reposition your lightsaber in your hand. The commander wouldn't sway you away from your detrimental decision; Tech, Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Omega would escape, no matter the cost,

"Crosshair," you began, your eyes barring into the very soul of the Clone, "Your brothers do not want me to kill you. Please give me another option. I will die and kill to protect them, and I wish I could say the same for you, but without them, you are truly alone in this world. Why destroy your only lifeline for an Empire who would replace you in less than a week?"

Before Crosshair could find a rebuttal for your question, a blaster bolt erupted from the woods, striking him in the shoulder and immediately flings him to the ground. Dust rises from where he landed,

"Come on!" the voice of  Echo cried out as he jumped to a rock, aimlessly shooting his blaster at his un-named brothers. His face was morphed into one of major pain and sadness, but his actions did not show it. His actions showed true determination for you and his squad. You could not imagine having the courage to down someone you love like that, but likely Echo shot Crosshair in the shoulder for a reason-- just to injure him. Not to kill.

You pulled yourself from the position that your boots had been glued to as the fighting begins. Crosshair wasn't getting up any time soon, which uncoordinated his squad. They had no leader; no command. All they could do was shoot at the Bad Batch, and attempt to jump out of the way when your lightsaber came into slashing range, "Get to the ship!" you shout while decapitating a Clone Trooper who was aiming at little Omega.

As your group swiftly got out of the aim of the troopers, you collapsed into Tech's arms; your breaths becoming ragged and shallow, "The force can only provide so much when it comes to escaping," you pant breathlessly. Your heart was beating at least 70 miles-per-hour. Sure the running caused a bit of it, but the fact that Tech of all people happened to catch you during your fall was enough to make you blush a smidge. Your face was already the colour of crimson blood thanks to the excessive exercise, so likely, the Clones didn't notice,

"Let's walk for now, then," Tech responded while walking, allowing you to lean on him for support, "The majority of them will be too busy with Crosshair to even bother with us. We still need to move fast, because if I'm correct, Crosshair should be back in fighting shape in less than a moon."

You nodded, slowly regaining your strength enough to walk by yourself. You had a pounding headache from the adrenaline rush. Unfortunately, you had Tech to blame for that as well. Generally when you get strung into combat, you just have yourself to worry about, so you always direct the adrenaline rush on keeping yourself safe. Now that Tech has somehow stolen your attention, you were hyper-fixated on the man. You're exhausted now... unmistakably exhausted,

"We can't become cocky or too comfortable until we get off this planet," you spoke up, latching your lightsaber onto your belt, "They have good medics assisting Crosshair. The faster we get off this planet, the better."

Although you were originally sent to this planet to hunt down and destroy each member of the Bad Batch, you really hadn't taken into account over how far away their ship was from your original designated meeting place. You supposed that was why Crosshair and Lord Vader had planned it-- they could not escape during the fire fight. You exhaled the air from your lips and shook your head,
"Why did you guys decide to park the ship so far away?" you questioned, wiping the sweat from your forehead away, "Like, what was the intention of coming here?"

"We are still trying to find a planet that will be safe for us," Hunter immediately responded without a second to think, "When you are looking for something so important you are willing to take risks. Unfortunately, it was miscalculated, and nothing good has come from this trip."

The moon was beginning to rise in the darkening sky. On this planet, the stars really formed brightly thanks to the low light pollution. Felucia rarely attracted tourism, and the locals generally are not smart enough to even recognize a lightbulb, so it was to be expected,
"Could we set up camp, Hunter?" Wrecker questioned while placing the sleeping Omega onto the ground, which woke her up and caused her to begin walking amongst the rest of her squad, "We are all exhausted and there's no sign of Crosshair or the Empire. We just need a little rest."

You could tell Hunter was still angry. At what exactly? You could only guess considering the man doesn't ever try and have a conversation with you. It was likely that he was this angry at you, even though you saved all of their lives many times in the last few hours. His face softened at the sight of Omega, and just nodded his head up and down, indicating that he agreed with Wrecker, which was a relief. You needed to rest your feet as well.

The group had packed numerous resources specifically for surviving in the wilderness. There was many Clone technologies even you didn't understand; one of them being the fact that they had bags full of tents? Like, normal sized bags, but had a functioning camp inside. It was odd, and you couldn't even begin to wrap your brain around it. Honestly, you didn't want to even attempt to understand regardless.

The fire that Echo had swiftly made warmed up the clearing almost instantly. But, where you'd been stationed, it didn't help one bit. Hunter had confirmed your worries; he was indeed furious at you... he believed that was a plot to destroy them. You were just an Inquisitor after all-- someone that shouldn't be trusted. So, you sat alone, munching on an energy bar, handcuffed to a tree, shivering violently. This was torture, and you just wanted to escape and get somewhere warm.

"Could I join you?" a voice asked from behind you, causing you to jump a little bit. Your head swung around and your eyes softened as you saw Tech. He had some sort of freshly cooked meat on a plate, "I know Hunter can be untrusting, but it's because he loves us so much... any sign of a threat is immediately snuffed out without hesitation."

"I don't blame him, Tech," you mechanically responded, pulling a piece of the meat from the plate and placing it into your mouth. It was stale and prepackaged, but it's food. Better than that old energy bar.

Tech slid down the side of the tree and sat beside you. No words were exchanged. It was just nice, comfortable silence between yourself and this Clone... this wonderful, unusual Clone,
"When all of this is over," Tech begins, staring up at the brilliant galaxies that flooded the night sky, "When this war is over, I want you to continue sticking around. I want you to become a part of my life. I trust you, regardless of how Hunter feels. I know you're on our side."

"After the war is over?" you hesitated. You'd never pondered about a life after all the bloodshed ended. Your whole life has been wrapped in endless combat— training to be a Jedi to fight against the Separatists, being tortured by the Empire to become a bloodthirsty, heartless machine for Darth Vader... now the Rebellion, "There will never be an end to the war."

Tech's face drops slightly, like he didn't expect that response, "I don't care, honestly," the man commented back, his eyes not leaving the stars above, "I still want you in my life, regardless if this war ends or not."

You felt a bubble form in your throat. It was an unfamiliar feeling; like you were holding back tears. But why? Sure, you are angry about everything in your life; Lord Vader torturing the light side from you, Crosshair's betrayal and evident love towards his brothers that he can't help but ignore, and even how Tech trusted you despite Hunter's lack of trust. He was stupid to trust— that's a dangerous game,

"I don't want you to bother with someone like me. I've murdered so many people without blinking an eye. So many terrible crimes. I only bring danger. You'll die if you try," you muttered, your glance finally turning to the sky; the stars glimmering in your eyes.
You felt Tech's arm snake around yours. It was a little awkward considering you were cuffed tightly to a tree, but it didn't seem to bother him,

"I've had a lot of opportunities to die, yet I'm still here," he responds, his glance finally turning towards you instead of the endless galaxies of above, "I'm not afraid of a risk."

"Then kiss me," you blubbered out, knowing it was coming regardless. Tech's sugary words had finally ensnared you. Your mind always lingered on this Clone, even in the middle of combat. He was special, and he's right— you're not afraid of risks either.
Before either of you can speak another word, Tech's other hand makes it's way to your cheek, and then, softly to your lips. His finger grazes your bottom lip, then his mouth makes contact; causing you both to go down a path you can't turn back from.

It felt like pure fire. It was hot and comforting. Separating, you placed your forehead onto his, sighing, "Well, I hope you can convince Hunter to take these cuffs off, because I need more than just a kiss."
Tech smirked and nodded; flying to his feet, "I'll convince him. Don't move."

The sarcasm radiating from Tech is painful and unnecessary, but it makes you chuckle all the same...

January 19th, 2022


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