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catdoesarts · 1 year

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Is he alive? I dunno, probably not. But Ykw he deserves to not die a virgin

#bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch season two #star wars #bad batch tech #tech lives #tech bad batch #phee genoa #pheech #tbb phee #phee x tech

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ecmlol · 21 days

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I think tech would be proud of phee and her flying skills.

Oh and you m loving the gleams we get of tech and phee relationships. The little comments

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the-little-moment · 19 days

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Phee Genoa. 💕 Liberator of Ancient Wonders and Pirate Extraordinaire.

I love that the pattern of embroidery on her shirt looks like star anise.

(Little annoyed that her skintone looks perfect on my computer and drawing tablet, but much lighter and yellower on my phone. 😩 Device differences are 🤬.)

#phee genoa #tbb phee #star wars the bad batch #clone force 99 #the little moment art #star wars fanart #the bad batch art #tech x phee #pheech

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noxdle · 6 months

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Phee sketch WIP🤗 I love her she’s so cool

#star wars #swtcw #bad batch #the bad batch #the clone wars #tbb #drawing #sketch #badbatchphee #tbb phee #phee genoa #the bad batch phee #pheech

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freesia-writes · 9 months

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I have SO enjoyed all the thoughts and comments on the Tech/Phee poll! Thank you all! It’s absolutely amazing how we can interpret something with so much variety and nuance. I wonder if that’s precisely what the writers were going for? Remains to be seen!

Not looking to open another can of worms, but would you indulge me one more time in a slightly more specific poll in response to an interesting trend I noticed in the responses? 😉 No explanation needed if you’d just like to vote/reblog but obviously your thoughts are always welcome! 💕 Just had to seek out this enticing little subset of data… 🤓

#the bad batch #tech #Phee #pheech #phee x tech #the bad batch phee #phee the bad batch #tech x phee #tech/phee #tech and phee #tbb #tbb tech #the bad batch tech #tech bad batch

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techsbrowneyes · 1 year

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I need hope for a happy ending in season 3, so I’ve been writing a lot of fluffy one-shots centering around this happy ending. It’s one of the ways I cope. Enjoy!

Summary: The Bad Batch decides to play matchmaker. Their targets: Phee and Tech.

Title: Matchmaking

Word count: 2,291

Crosshair could only say one thing about Tech right now, and that was how oblivious he was when it came to the female race. For someone as intelligent and as astute as Tech, he certainly wasn’t either when Phee Genoa was around.

Take this morning, for instance. Crosshair had watched as the two of them passed by one another, Phee looking hopeful for a greeting or a smile, Tech too buried in his blasted datapad to notice. If you asked Crosshair, his brother had an unhealthy addiction. Had Tech been a child, Crosshair would have taken the datapad away from him.

He decided he’d have to step in. Tech just needed a little push, that’s all. One little push. If that didn’t work, there was absolutely no hope for him. None whatsoever.

Crosshair decided the best way to go about this was to convince Tech it was a research assignment. His brother loved those. He’d spend hours researching one topic until he knew every little detail, every fact. He was probably on a mission to be the smartest intellect in the galaxy. Good for him, but it certainly wasn’t helping his love life.

Or maybe Crosshair could employ a little trickery. That might work, too.

He brought up his idea to the others when Tech wasn’t around.

Hunter looked skeptical. “You want to play matchmaker?”

“Awesome!” Wrecker said. “I’m in. What do you need me to do?”

“I don’t know about this,” Echo grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like butting in on the private affairs of others. It’s none of our business whether or not Tech and Phee decide to pursue a relationship.”

“But they’re perfect together,” Omega argued. “Don’t you want Tech to be happy?”

Crosshair nodded. “I agree with the kid.”

“I second that,” Wrecker said.

Echo looked over at Hunter, imploring him to see reason. Hunter simply sighed. It was clear to him which battles he could win, and which he couldn’t, and Crosshair was determined to have it his way. They had all been through so much suffering. It was high time they worked on bringing a bit more happiness into their lives.

Starting with Tech and Phee’s budding relationship.

Hunter folded his arms over his chest and nodded at Crosshair. “What’s your plan?”

Crosshair hadn’t gotten that far. He’d been convinced he’d receive resistance from Hunter. He hadn’t counted on his older brother’s support, which he knew was needed now if they wanted to pull this off without Tech catching on.

“I know,” Wrecker said, saving him from having to answer. “We make it seem like we need help with something. We lure the two love birds to a nice spot with good views and let the sparks fly.”

“I think that’s a great plan,” Omega said excitedly.

“Someone just needs to get that blasted datapad away from Tech,” Crosshair said. “It’s a distraction.”

“That’s like taking a toy away from a child,” Echo said. “It’ll never work.”

“Want me to break it?” Wrecker suggested, cracking his knuckles eagerly.

“No,” Hunter and Echo said simultaneously.

“I’ll hide it,” Omega said. “I’ll hide it so good he’ll never be able to find it.”

Echo shook his head. “The more we discuss it, the more ridiculous this plan sounds. Face it, kids. It’s never going to work.”

“That’s how much you know!”

Echo raised a brow at her, but didn’t respond.

Crosshair flicked his toothpick at him. “If you’re so smart, why don’t you come up with a plan?”

“Because I don’t want to meddle, that’s why.”

Hunter scrubbed a hand over his face. “Let’s just forget about the whole thing, all right?”

Echo nodded at him. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”

He turned and left the rest of the squad standing there. As soon as he was gone, Hunter cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Now back to the plan,” he said, grinning.

Omega pumped a fist in the air. “All right! I knew you were on our side, Hunter.”

***

Tech stepped down from the Marauder and was bathed in warm light from the setting sun. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the glare. After being inside the dark interior of the Marauder all day, he had to adjust to the new lighting.

He now considered the ship to be in perfect functioning order. He’d run a full diagnostic on all systems and made a few needed adjustments, then kept busy doing other small repairs just to keep the boredom from creeping in.

This quiet life was going to take some getting used to. During the war, he’d always had tasks and missions to keep his mind and hands active. Having settled on Pabu with the squad, he found he no longer had to devise elaborate strategies and calculate odds.

He also found himself thinking about Phee a lot, and he just didn’t know what to do with those particular thoughts. She was lovely and confident. When she was around, he was reduced to a stammering idiot who couldn’t think of one coherent thing to say to her.

So Tech had resorted to avoiding her. He knew his behavior was akin to that of an adolescent boy, but it saved him from uncomfortable situations he’d rather not have to face.

At times like this, he wished he had more confidence when it came to women. Hunter and Wrecker certainly had it. Hunter didn’t even have to try. He naturally oozed that physical masculinity that appealed to women.

Tech heaved a sigh. He wanted to ask Hunter for advice, but he didn’t need yet another thing to be embarrassed about.

He glanced up from his datapad and saw Crosshair coming towards him. Tech found it odd that his brother was smiling. Crosshair didn’t seem to do much smiling now, not since they’d rescued him from Mount Tantiss. Tech was suddenly suspicious.

“It isn’t healthy, you know,” Crosshair said in lieu of greeting.

“What isn’t healthy?” Tech asked.

“How much time you spend by yourself on the Marauder or with your face buried in that blasted datapad.”

“I hardly consider myself alone. If I were to activate my comlink, I would no doubt receive an answer from one of the squad.”

“Want to make a bet?”

“A bet,” Tech repeated, finding the notion ridiculous. They both knew who would win said-bet and it wasn’t going to be Crosshair.

“Yes,” Crosshair answered. “If you win, I will leave you to whatever it was you were doing. If I win, you give me that datapad. Go find something to do that doesn’t involve research or thinking.”

Tech considered it, then agreed to the terms, but only because it was a harmless bet and he considered it important to keep up Crosshair’s morale.

“Deal.”

Crosshair nodded. “Excellent.”

Tech activated his comlink. “Omega, this is Tech. Come in.”

No answer. This puzzled him because Omega always answered him.

“Wrecker, do you copy?”

Still no answer.

He glanced over at Crosshair, who was smirking as if he found the situation amusing.

“Go on,” Crosshair said, gesturing with a hand. “Try Hunter.”

Tech tried again. “Hunter, no one else is picking up,” he said. “If this is a game, I am not amused.”

No answer.

“Don’t bother trying Echo. He’s busy.”

Tech, being the good sport that he was—despite the very obvious fact that he’d been played—reluctantly handed his datapad over to Crosshair.

“I am not sure what is going on here,” he said indignantly. “But please be aware that I require my datapad back by tonight. I cannot sleep without it.”

Crosshair tucked the datapad under his arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back.”

Tech wasn’t reassured. His comlink pinged and he activated it. “If I had been in trouble, your delay in returning my call could have proven fatal to my life,” he said dourly.

“It’s Omega,” came Omega’s voice. “I need help fixing something, Tech.”

“Where are you?”

“Down at the docks. Can you please hurry? It’s an emergency.”

“I’ll be right there.”

He considered wrestling his datapad away from Crosshair, but thought better of it. He stalked past him and took the path leading down to the docks. He muttered under his breath all the way, scheming up ways to get his siblings back without appearing childish. He knew he could come up with something far more elaborate than their poor excuse for a prank. Of all the rotten things to do.

Tech soon arrived at the docks, but he didn’t see Omega anywhere. It was possible she had gotten impatient and left, or the problem had been solved without him. Perhaps Echo had attended to it.

“Fancy seeing you here, Brown Eyes.”

Tech’s heart started pounding in his chest at the sound of her voice. He turned to find Phee standing there, one hand resting on a cocked hip. There was an amused twinkle in her eyes.

“I was told by Omega that she required my assistance and to meet her here,” Tech explained.

“Huh. What a coincidence. She told me the same thing.”

“I am beginning to think it isn’t a coincidence at all.”

Phee chuckled. “You know what?” she said. “I think that girl’s trying to get the two of us together.”

“Actually, she isn’t the only one,” Tech said. “I believe she is in league with the others.”

Phee moved closer to him. With nothing to occupy his hands, he suddenly wished for his datapad. His hands were sweating now. He swallowed, his nerves closing in on him, threatening to shake his composure.

Phee pointed a finger of accusation at his chest. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No, that isn’t . . .” Tech sighed. “Yes, I was avoiding you,” he admitted. It was no use lying to her.

“Okay, then.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Any particular reason why? You didn’t go and meet another pirate now, did you? Don’t tell me. I bet she’s beautiful.”

He felt his ears go hot. “No, of course not! There is only one pirate in my life, and she is very dear to me. However, I am unsure as to how I should convey my feelings to her. My mind ceases to function at its normal capacity when she is near.”

Phee’s gaze softened. “I know you care about me,” she murmured. “I was only teasing.”

Tech was feeling bold now. He pushed on before he lost his confidence.

“I admire both your beauty and your integrity, Phee,” he said. “While it baffles me that a woman such as yourself has chosen a man like me to bestow her affections upon, I will endeavor to return your affections to the best of my abilities, and—“

Phee placed a finger over his lips, shushing him. “Don’t try so hard, Brown Eyes. I like you just the way you are.”

Tech was so surprised by her touch he froze, his eyes widening.

“Just do one thing for me. It makes it difficult for me to pursue our friendship when you avoid me like the plague. Just a simple smile or a greeting every once in awhile would satisfy me.”

“I believe I can manage more than a smile,” he said, then boldly captured one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

Phee seemed surprised by the gesture, then pleased, if the broad smile that touched her lips was any indication. Tech took this as a good sign. He pressed her hand against his chest so she might feel his heart racing in reaction to her nearness.

“Can I kiss you?” Phee asked softly. “On the lips, I mean . . .”

Tech had never been kissed before, but he was eager to find out what it might be like. He nodded, letting her know he was willing.

Slowly, gently, Phee took his goggles and raised them away from his eyes. Her face became blurry, but that didn’t matter. He closed his eyes as she draped her arms around his neck and closed in the gap between them.

Then she kissed him, slow and gentle. Tech didn’t know how to respond at first, but then he allowed his instincts to guide him. He drew Phee into his embrace and returned the kiss, enjoying it very much. It was just as nice as he thought it would be.

He made up his mind, then. Kissing Phee was much better than having his face buried in a datapad.

***

Omega came running into the Marauder, where Echo was sulking in a chair. Wrecker and Crosshair stood on either side of him.

“You can give him back his comlink,” she told them breathlessly. “The mission was a success!”

“What happened?” Wrecker wanted to know.

Omega leaned in like she was about to share a big secret. “They kissed!”

Wrecker made a face of disgust. “Is that all?”

Crosshair snorted. “What did you think they’d do, stand there and stare at one another?”

Echo snatched his comlink back from Crosshair. “Was taking away my comlink necessary?” he groused.

“If we hadn’t, you would have ruined the plan,” Wrecker said.

Hunter entered the ship, a broad smile on his lips. “The love birds are taking a stroll now,” he reported.

“Oh, so now we’re spying on them.” Echo paused, then asked, “What else?” like he was eager to hear a juicy bit of gossip.

“They’re holding hands.”

“That’s so cute!” Omega said.

Echo grabbed a pair of binoculars from his kit and headed for the hatchway.

Hunter folded his arms over his chest. “And just where are you going?” he asked, trying to bite back a smile.

“Birdwatching,” Echo replied, before hurrying on his way.

#star wars bad batch #tbb #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tech the bad batch #phee the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #hunter the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #omega the bad batch #tech/phee #tech x phee #pheetech #thee #pheech #phee x tech #tbb fanfiction #phee genoa

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dinsverdika · 1 year

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A First Kiss Under The Moonlight (one shot)

Pairing: Tech/Phee Genoa

Tags (as posted on AO3): fluff, pre/early-relationship, pining (mostly from tech's pov), inexperienced!tech, first kiss, hints of size difference

Word Count: 2,016

"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?" asked Phee.

"It is indeed," replied Tech.

The pair was strolling through the streets of Lower Pabu, their arms linked together as they eased in and out of conversations. They never seemed to run out of topics to talk about, whether it was Phee talking about one of her many adventures across the galaxy or Tech talking about something that had caught his interest or a subject he had read about recently. If they did run out of topics to talk about, the silence between them wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, safe even.

Although it was getting late, the streets of the tiny island were still busy with life. People were walking home from work, eager to find the comfort of their homes again. The Elders could be seen sitting together, sharing drinks and chatting. The kids were chasing each other and shouting, a couple of moon-yos accompanying them in their game of tag, you're it. Omega and Lyana were not among them, Tech figured they were probably on Lyana's boat, enjoying the lovely weather this evening had to offer.

"You know," said Phee. Tech tore his eyes away from the kids and focused his attention on her. "I know a spot."

She looked up at the sky and hummed, her brows furrowed as she thought. The sun was not fully set yet. The sky had turned orange, the few clouds present were grey. It was more of an indicator that night-time was close than the possibility of rain happening.

"If we get there fast enough, we could watch the sunset from there," she added, turning back her head to look at Tech. "It's worth the shot."

"Is the view going to be something similar to what you'd shown me when we first arrived here?" asked Tech.

His heart was drumming away in his chest, Phee had this playful glint in her eyes that he had learnt to love. He wished he could express it. Yet, every time he tried, words thickened in his throat, turning into a ball and getting stuck; preventing the words from slipping out of his lips.

Something else was also the reason for his reservation. Something deeper that Tech had rarely felt. He was second-guessing himself. It was foreign to him, this feeling as well as this situation he was in with Phee.

When they had first met, he had been confused as to why she would always point out that he had brown eyes. All clones did. Even Phee herself had brown eyes. It was nothing special to him. He used to feel overwhelmed when she would openly flirt with him, not quite sure how to react or respond. Phee did not seem to mind, taking things slow.

This overwhelming feeling faded overtime, reducing in size until it lodged itself in his chest, making his heart flutter anytime Phee would enter a room he was in. It was a pleasant emotion, Tech had figured that it was a feeling which could be related to having a crush. Tech found himself feeling giddy when Phee would call him Brown Eyes. It made him feel good about himself in a way that he hadn't before. He was captivated by the stories that she was used to telling Cid's patrons, he knew she exaggerated some elements of the story but he couldn't care less. She was a great storyteller. She had the ability to draw people to her, having them at the edge of their seats as she brought her story to a climax before landing it softly on a concluding act. He knew most of her stories by heart, granting him the capacity to notice when she was changing things up for the sake of not repeating the same story twice.

Tech found himself thinking about Phee more and more often, longing for her while he and the rest of the Bad Batch were on a mission. Wrecker had been the first one to bring it up, teasing him about having a crush. Tech would deny it and they would bicker about it, the way brothers do until Hunter would intervene and ask them to re-focus their attention on the task at hand.

Wrecker did not only tease him, though. He encouraged him. Tech had confided in him and revealed that Phee had given him her private commlink before they left.

"Call me whenever you need, a pirate can only always be useful in a delicate situation," she had said to him with a wink.

Wrecker had clapped him in the back, almost making him trip forward. "Just text her, Tech. What harm could it cause?" he'd said.

A few hours later, Tech was seated on the pilot's chair in the cockpit. Everybody else in the Marauder was asleep while he was keeping watch. His datapad was in his hands, his two thumbs hovering over the keyboard. He focused his attention on the viewport in front of him, the Marauder was travelling through hyperspace to their next destination. They still had a few hours to spare in front of them, Tech had nothing else to do but make sure that nothing was out of order. His eyes scanned the control panel surrounding the flywheel and… nothing. Nothing was out of order.

With a final, resolute exhale, Tech quickly typed a simple message and hit send. He stared at his datapad, his hands gripping the sides until his knuckles had turned white. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure. The odds were in his favour, the anguish of waiting for a reply was short-lived. Less than a minute later, Phee had replied to his text. It did nothing to ease his nerves. If anything, his heart had begun beating even faster as he read her text. Yet, it gave him the courage to send another message.

They spent the entirety of his watch texting one another, the blue light of his datapad lighted his face up as he typed rapidly on the keyboard; a smile stretching his features.

"Even better," finally replied Phee, a smile decorating her face.

Tech was pulled out of his thoughts as Phee pulled on his arm, guiding him out of the busy main street towards a staircase going down the beach.

The sand crunched beneath their feet as they walked towards a trail which led up to a short hill. The sound of the waves washing on and off the shore was swallowing the ambient noise of Pabu, distancing them from its villagers and creating an intimate bubble around them. The terrain was now slightly going upwards as Tech and Phee followed the path. Sand turned into soil and grass with rocks, making it difficult to walk without tripping.

"Please, be careful," said Tech, tightening his arm around Phee's, securing her on his side.

"Right," said Phee, her eyes trained on the ground as she tentatively made a step forward. "We wouldn't want me," she continued, throwing a knowing look at Tech, "or you to break anything."

Tech nodded, "breaking my femur has been a painful experience," he agreed. "I do not wish to experience it again nor do I recommend it."

Phee replied with a chuckle, "Let's try and hurry up, though. Or we would've taken these risks for nothing."

After a few scares of tripping or spraying an ankle, Tech and Phee made it up the hill.

"Here we are," said Phee, slightly out of breath. "We've arrived just in time."

Phee gestured to a man-made platform on top of the hill, the terrain had been flattened and a short wall made of rock had been built to its edge, preventing anyone from falling down.

Phee untangled her arm from Tech's and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. She quickly darted up her eyes to Tech as she did so, searching for any signs of discomfort.

Tech squeezed her hand, soothing her concerns. With a short nod, she walked them up to the railing. She leaned on it, Tech followed suit. The sun was slowly going down the sky, almost reaching the line of the never-ending ocean in front of them.

Tech and Phee stood next to each in silence, enjoying the view as the sun disappeared under the ocean. The dark blue colour of the night seeped into the remaining orange until the sun had entirely disappeared under the ocean, the moon taking its place as the main source of light. Hundreds and hundreds of stars appeared one by one, decorating the sky with their soft twinkle. Tech dared to throw a look towards Phee, the moon was casting its light on her face beautifully. Tech tried to wipe his sweaty palms discreetly on his pants, he tried in vain to swallow the bundle of nerves which had appeared in his throat.

Phee turned her gaze away from the scenery and met his eyes. Tech, whose face was turning warm at being caught red-handed, swiftly looked back at the ocean.

"See something you like, Brown Eyes?" she asked, bumping her hip against his. Her tone was teasing, Tech could tell as much, but not mocking.

"I- um-" tried to say Tech. Phee tore her eyes away from his face, letting him find his words.

Her attention was brought back onto Tech as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "You look very beautiful under the moonlight," breathed out Tech.

He watched as Phee's eyes widened, her lips parting as she registered what he had said. Embarrassment washed over Tech but before he could backtrack, Phee turned her entire body towards him. She stepped forward, their chests now flushed against one another. Her hands reached and rested on his collarbone, softly gripping his jacket.

Tech's heartbeat quickened as she looked up at him. Tension was at its climax as she got her on her tippy toes, their faces a few millimetres from each other.

"Is this okay?" she whispered into the night.

Tech nodded.

"Please tell me-"

Phee's sentence was cut short as Tech closed the short gap between them, locking their lips together in a gentle kiss. Phee's heart skipped a beat at the feeling of his lips on hers. They were soft but hesitant. She reciprocated the kiss and felt Tech melting against her. They eased into the kiss as Tech’s hands found her hips, his touch electrifying her; she wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her.

They kissed under the moonlight, exploring and discovering each other. Happiness coursing through their veins, their hearts beating in tandem pressed against one another. Tech leaned away from the kiss first, opening his eyes and gazing into Phee’s.

Phee’s lips parted but nothing came out of them. Tech had left her speechless.

“Was that okay?” asked Tech.

“Was that okay?!” repeated Phee. “It was more than okay. You definitely swept me off my feet, Brown Eyes.”

With a renewed confidence, Tech joined their lips together once more. Phee hummed into the kiss, cupping Tech’s cheek with one hand.

“I gotta know, though,” said Phee against Tech’s kiss-swollen lips. “Was it worth the shot?”

Tech broke eye contact and turned his head to focus his attention on the ocean. Phee’s gaze stayed on his face, admiring his features. “You keep being full of surprises,” he replied.

A smile stretched Phee’s features, her gaze softening as Tech looked back at her. “So I’d say that this was definitely worth the shot,” he added. “Our first kiss definitely has nothing on the sunset we had just witnessed, though. It was more breath-taking.”

Now that the tension had dissipated between them, it was easier for Tech to let the words out, knowing that his budding feelings were reciprocated by the woman he was holding close.

“Let’s hope that it’s the first one of many, then,” she whispered before sealing their lips in another kiss.

The moon casted its comforting, blue-ish glow upon them as they exchanged kisses, the stars being the witnesses of a memory they will both share and treasure for the rest of their lives.

#tech x phee #pheetech #pheech #tech tbb #phee genoa #the bad batch #fluff #my writing

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echos-gal · 1 year

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someone really needs to tweet at Jennifer Corbett and just ask her straight up what the ship name for Tech and Phee should be. then we could officially settle on one 😅

#tech x phee #phee x tech #techphee #pheetech #pheech #SEE WHAT I MEAN

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ecmlol · 11 months

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You know what would be fun is a spin off show with tech and Phee . They live on pabu with his brother but he and Phee would have Indiana Jones adventures. They have kids at some point and get married . We learn more about Phee past Id watch that

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ahsoka-its-all-of-us · 1 year

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Finally home and I can watch the Bad Batch season finale

So you know what’s gonna happen next

I’m about to scream into the void in a post that is probably gonna be mostly incoherent

Anyway, here goes!

Omega including Crosshair ;-; and then Hunter immediately being on the fence about it 🙄 Like dude just admit you don’t want him back ugh. At least the others overruled him

What mission is Rex on? Is it smooching Ahsoka?

TECH AND PHEE you know I changed my mind about them, I think they’re adorable ;-;

I am understanding the Tech stans more and more, man is hot when he’s in his element 😳

I love that dude at the summit who sort of stands up for the clones

KRENNIC AND PROJECT STARDUST NO OH MY GOD

Wrecker putting his faith in Omega but also straight up asking her if she’s up to instead of just putting her up for the job, god the man truly is the only sane one in the batch huh AND HE’S KICKING THE MOUSE DROID

SAW OH MY GOD DFKNFSLDNFRUGNKS I love how we’re getting more and more insight in his path towards being an extremist

Would this be around the time that his Lasat mercenary killed Kallus’s unit?

Also funny how this plan of his kinda parallels the one in Rebels season 4, but then it was Saw who wanted to follow the kyber crystal to its destination and the Alliance that wanted it destroyed

That was episode 15, now on to 16 👀👀👀

TARKIN GIVING THE DO IT LINE AMAZING

Hey you know who would have been extremely useful on this mission? Crosshair! The squad is not at its strongest without him

TECH NO!!!!!!!!!

Omega is me

You know I am not gonna accept it either. Tech is gonna do a Maul. He has to

So they’re giving up on Crosshair?

And they’re back with Cid? Why? Why not go directly to Pabu? Ofc she would betray them urgh

Fuck okay I said before that the Batch needed to experience loss, but I meant like Hunter or something ;-:

Maybe the clones are paternal because their template was, ever considered that?

NO HEMLOCK DON’T CANONISE IT NO NO NO

He’s lying. He’s got Tech detained too. Tech isn’t dead. I am not accepting this

Love how they both immediately know it’s Echo

Well we all knew this season would end with them having to save Omega

Crosshair ;-;

SEE I KNEW EMERIE WAS A CLONE

also

HUNTER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

TECH SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO SAVE HIS BROTHERS INCLUDING CROSSHAIR AND YOU WANNA REPAY THAT BY FUCKING RETIRING?!?!?

GO SAVE CROSSHAIR YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU

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the-little-moment · 21 days

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Just here to say that Tech would find Phee's crazy flying alarming and also alarmingly hot.

#star wars the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb tech #phee genoa #pheech #tbb spoilers

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fandomtrashoe · 1 year

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Ok, I don't think there will be a big time jump before they get crosshair back BUT hear me out:

Imagine if Tech had a kid with Phee before Crosshair returns. Like the fact that Tech pulled a / this woman will blow Cross' mind but if they had a kid?! The poor man would short circuit.

#tech #bad batch #crosshair #star wars #tech x phee #pheech #pheetech #techphee #phee #phee genora #they wouldnt even tell him about both #they just turn up to Pabu and they run up to Tech #Cross is confused and Tech is just casually brushing it off #what do you mean? in our age its common to start a family. you were gone for years

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bisamwilson · 1 year

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oh, la mer

techphee | G | 1.7k | complete | ao3

He finds her on the beach.

The shore is still a wreck, debris and broken shells and seaweed scattered in the sand all around her, but she’s managed to find probably the only spot on the entire beach that’s clear.

Two spots, really, if you include the debris-free section of sand beside her, just large enough for Tech to occupy, but just small enough for their shoulders to brush if he does.

He doesn’t move to claim it, at least not yet. Instead he waits, watches as she sits back and rests her hands in the sand behind her, tilting her head backwards and letting the sunlight shine down on her face.

She looks relaxed in a way she hasn’t quite managed since the tsunami hit, even if she’d tried to pretend otherwise. Tech had never been one to rely much on body language, had thought it an imprecise measurement of emotions and states of being at best, but even he’d seen how her gait was missing some of its famous swagger, how her smile didn’t stretch quite as wide these days, how her shoulders held an unhealthy amount of tension no matter when it was he looked at her.

He’d spent an unprecedented amount of time looking at her as of late.

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