Everything about CX-2 is so much funnier if he's Tech.
Blows up his own ship.
Gets blown up twice in two back to back episodes.
Is hated by Wolffe after speaking 3 entire words.
Tripped over what was probably his own security measure in Phee's ship.
Broke what was also probably his own encryption on Phee's logs.
Corrects everyone any time he can.
Does not do literally a single thing anyone tells him to:
'prepare for the extraction team' proceeds to get the temple blown up
'I'm in charge now' ignores Wolffe completely and goes off after them
'Set blasters to stun' shoots down the leech ship they're on, ignores Wolffe and runs off AGAIN
'bringing in the girl is the objective' decides to go after Crosshair to the detriment of the mission
'if they get in the way eliminate them' shoots down a TK trooper piloting a ship rather than shooting Hunter
(Who is surprised Hemlock didn't send him out after Omega and only sent him out after CX-1 because he was the last, CX, left. He can't be relied on to do a single thing he's told.)
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Haven't written modern au in forever
Hunter's alarm blared.
He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.
He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.
He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.
"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.
"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."
"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.
"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.
"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.
"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."
"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.
He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"
"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.
Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.
Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.
Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.
"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.
Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.
He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.
A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.
Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"
Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.
"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.
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