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kybercrystals94 · 2 months

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Impeccable Timing

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 22 | Prompt 22: “You weren’t meant to be there.”

Rated: T | Words: 560 | Summary: Crosshair deals with the guilt of friendly fire. [Character Focus: Crosshair, Tech]

The target in his sights moved the moment he pulled the trigger. Gone was the neck shot that would decapitate the battle droid and in its place was the familiar pale gray armor of his brother. There was nothing he could do but watch in horror as the bolt made contact.

His in-helmet comm exploded with entangled voices of panic, but two word’s stood out like a flash-bang. Blinding. Deafening. Lethal. “Tech’s down!”

“Crosshair, will you please look at me?” Tech asked, voice firm but patient.

Crosshair dragged his gaze from his boots and looked at Tech’s face. His younger brother’s expression made him want to cry. But he wouldn’t cry. Not here. Instead, he snarled, “What do you want?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Tech said. He indicated the bandage covering half his chest and shoulder. “I want you to stop blaming yourself for this.”

“I don’t,” Crosshair lied.

There was confusion at first, Hunter and Wrecker speculated wildly as they dragged Tech off the field, getting him to cover. They kept asking if Crosshair had seen anything, could see anything. A threat they hadn’t accounted for. How could he tell them that it was friendly fire, a blaster bolt meant for a vanishing enemy. The awful truth.

“Crosshair, do you see anything?” Hunter asked, command voice razor-edged.

The sniper realized that he had not responded to any of the questions. Static in his head blocked out the noise, opting for the sickened mantra: I shot him. I shot him. I shot him.

“I shot him.” The words crowded from his mind to his lips, unbidden.

“What?”

“I shot him,” Crosshair repeated, not to answer Hunter’s shocked question, but because it was the only words he could say. “I shot him.”

“You do,” Tech said, “And if there is anyone who deserves blame, it is myself. I miscalculated my position. I knew better.”

“It’s my job to know where you are. Where all of you are,” Crosshair argued.

Tech considered the counterpoint. “We may be enhanced, Crosshair, but we are still human. Occasional errors are a given. You could not have known that I would block your shot of the battle droid. Had I taken that position only a moment later, I would not have been shot. Had I taken that position a moment earlier, you would have seen that I blocked your shot and not pulled the trigger. It was impeccable timing, really.” He sounded morbidly impressed.

“Impeccable timing? I almost killed you!”

“But I am not dead.”

“No karking thanks to me,” Crosshair spat.

Tech frowned. “I cannot reason with you when you are being overly emotional.”

“I am not–”

Tech put up a hand. “I do not feel this necessary nor warranted, but I forgive you, Crosshair, for any wrongdoing you feel you have done against me.”

The enhanced marksman deflated.

“I shot you,” Crosshair whispered.

“I know,” Tech said, “but I trust you, Cross. This event does not negate that. We live dangerous lives by literal design. It is the nature of war, and it is our nature as soldiers.”

Crosshair nodded, his throat constricted. “I’d better never see any of you at the other end of my scope again,” he growled. He pretended his voice didn’t crack.

Tech played along. “We shall do our best to keep out of the way,” he said with a smile.

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lifblogs · 29 days

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Rating: Explicit Pairing: TechPhee Word Count: 5646 Summary: Tech decides he wants to have sex with Phee for the first time. Yet it seems his trauma and what his body has been through wants to get in the way. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Post-Surgery, Gore, Torture, Branding, PTSD, Amputation

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alligatorpie1945 · 1 year

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Art is under the cut. It contains a decent amount of blood and injury. So fair warning.

Not totally sure what happened that resulted in this, but if anyone comes up with a story, I would love to hear it.

#the bad batch #clone cadets #tw blood #tw injury #tw medical stuff #tw violence #tw gore #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #whump #tech whump #star wars #fanart

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redd956 · 11 months

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Whump Prompt List: NMA Edition 2

Based off of my NMA Worldbuilding Line

Content: Robot Whumpee, Android Whumpee, Tech Whump

CW: Violence, Nonhuman Whumpee, Slavery, Torture, Death Mention, Lab Whump

Dumping a half-alive robot into a scrapyard or robot graveyard

Robots in a scrapyard fighting over spare parts, dying robots, and each other's succulent rare contraptions

An EMP knocking an electric running whumpee dead, until restarted

Human whumpee in a powersuit finds themselves trapped inside the metal casing after the suit malfunctions

Robotic whumpee being modified to fit their new family to serve, losing everything they thought they were again, and again, and again until they're scrapped

People walking past androids and robots in the windows of stores. Whumpee watches them walk past themself everyday, beginning to wonder if they'll ever be sold off

Robotic whumpee was manufactured with a similar system to touch. The sadistic creator just couldn't themself though, and programmed their robotic creations to have a sense of pain

Electric magic being used to sap a robot of all it's energy

A strong electric shock frying the wires and hardware inside a robot

Human whumpee gets caught by a band of vengeful robots while walking the street alone

Robots protesting alongside humans and magical entities, demanding their rights, even though they know most of their comrades in protest want them equally dead

Scientist experimenting on androids prototypes while trying to perfect their products, pushing them past their limits, testing thier personalities, seeing what it takes to break them

Robotic servants being left outside in the elements for extended periods of time, after never receiving their command to come back inside

Low battery whumpee having to travel miles, never knowing if they'll make it to a charging station

Human freezing to death comes across a robot with a heating ability. They robot graciously accepts the idea to help the human, holding them to their synthetic artificially warmed body

Robots being beaten and broken down for the fun of their owners

Electric magic being used to possess a robot, and forcibly move their every part in the bidding of the magic who decides to use them

Humans, magical creatures, and robots together suffering at each others side

Robot whumpee being torn limb from limb by a particularly strong magic, in the name of the magical gods

Robots being used as target practice for human technological weapons

Android whumpee needs to keep themselves disguised as either a human or magic just to live a thread of a safer life. One day their disguise is torn away from them

#nma worldbuilding line #whump prompt list #robot whump #tech whump #android whumpee #robot whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #robotic whumpee #whump #whump prompt #cw slavery #cw violence #lab whump #death mention #cw torture #cw death mention #whump prompts #whump ideas

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 9: Held Down/Bruises/"Who Did This To You?"

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warning: Violence

Summary: A story of how the regs treated Tech when they were younger.

Tech stared at the reg that held him to the floor. The floor was cold and hard and the reg was harsh and judgmental. The fight that had broken out wasn't long but wasn't short. Tech's googles laid broken on the ground. Blood spilled from his split lip and nose. The regs hands were bloody from the landing blows he had given the other.

Grabbing Tech's head, he shoved it into the ground. Tech struggled to get out from underneath the clone. His body was in so much pain. Friends of the reg watched and laughed. The struggle continued as the clone beat his 'brother'.

Thinking of what to do next Tech moved to the side slightly which surprised his attacker. Despite his condition, Tech moved out from underneath the clone and stood. One of the other boys grabbed him and had him pinned to the wall almost immediately after he stood.

Tech breathed heavily and waited to figure out his next move. The regs were stronger than him. They would have to leave him alone eventually so for now he gave up and let them tear him apart. Fighting felt useless. He would just have to deal with the injuries given to him.

Once the regs had had their fun they let him go. Tech slid down the wall they never let him leave and stayed there until he felt safe to get up. He stood and grabbed his googles. Looking down at them there was a small crack in the glass. He sighed and started to walk back to his barracks.

Back in the barracks, Tech started to take care of his injuries. He stood up and walked over to the table that some bandages rested on. Then Crosshair walked in. "Tech?" He walked over to his brother. Going to grab a bandaid he brushed his brother's arm. Tech flinched and moved back slightly.

Crosshair stopped and took a look at the other. "Who did this to you?" he sneered.

"Some regs."

"Well no shit. Do you know which ones?"

"I do."

"Well then who did this to you?" Crosshair started to raise his voice.

"No. You will fight them."

"Tech, tell me who did this to you?"

"No, you will fight them. I do not want you to fight them."

"Fine, I won't fight them. Now who the fuck did this to you?" The frustration took control of his vocal cords and the boy yelled at Tech.

Tech flinched at the noise. He pulled his arms slightly upwards, "I'm sorry!" He yelped, panicked.

"Fuck" Crosshair whispered. He hadn't meant to scare him. "Fine. Don't tell me."

Tech relaxed and looked at his brother, "I'm sorry. I know you won't hurt me. That was a response to the attack from earlier."

"It's fine."

Later the two would meet with their other two batch mates for training. When asked what happened Tech simply explained that some of the other cadets had beaten him up. He said that he didn't want to talk about it and luckily neither Wrecker nor Hunter pressed.

The tight blacks and armor rubbed against his skin, hitting every bruise. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe; but Tech had to ignore the pain for the sake of training in the same way he would ignore it for the sake of a mission. The bruises stung as reminders that he wasn't strong enough. How could he be a soldier if his supposed comrades hated him? And for what; because he was different?

The batch never failed a training exercise and this one would be no expectation. The pain from moving around so much caused Tech to almost collapse at the door on the way out. Wrecker tried to help him up but the pressure on the bruises hurt more than standing.

Back in the barracks, Tech laid down on his bunk and tried to get some rest. Laying on his back startled the boy so he laid on his side. He would heal but for now the fear of the regs was to stay. The batch watched him closer; not that he'd ever know. Tech was an easy target, he wasn't the strongest and he didn't always understand what was going on until too late. They loved their brother dearly and hated to see people using his differences to pick at him.

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techkinnie · 1 year

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THEY KILLED TECH OFF???;?3$ WHAT RUE HELL IM SO FICKIG MAD AND SAD TWO WEEK BEFORE THE FINLE CAME OUR I GOT ATTACHED TO THAY BUG EYED FOUREYES NERD ANE THEY KILLED HIM OFF

#bad batch #tbb tech #tech whump #the bad batch #crosshair #hunter

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wrenkenstein · 1 year

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An AU I’ve been developing where Tech re-inserts his chip to study it, and bad things ensue - because when do nice things ever happen to our faves? You’re crazy if you think I’ll ever draw him having a good time

Another oldie, but hey, might as well upload them while im here

#tech tbb #tech the bad batch #tech whump #star wars #the clones #star wars angst #tech aint having fun #but he'd totally do this to himself #i hc that his chip activates on a mission and he just freezes and then this happens #the bad batch #the bad batch angst

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kybercrystals94 · 7 months

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Regroup

Part 1

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 14|Prompt 14: “Just hold on.”

Rating: T

Words: 1261

Summary: Omega and Tech need to regroup before they can return to rescue the others when a job goes awry.

Author’s Note: Yes, another Tech Whump Story…and yes, a second part is coming. This was not originally the plan, but here we are. Please forgive me.

The searing pain of the laceration clouds his vision as he stumbles through the thick undergrowth on the forest floor, vines tangling around his boots, threatening to pull him down with them. He clutches at his side, blood seeping through his blacks and armor. In his other hand, he holds his blaster, occasionally firing bolts behind him, if only to give the illusion of competence to their pursuers. Omega gasps breathlessly at his side, her fingers clinging to his utility belt, both to keep herself from succumbing to the same plants that threaten to trip him and an attempt to keep pace with his significantly longer strides.

“I see it!” she huffs, pointing ahead to where the trees mercifully begin to clear. The Marauder peeks through, waiting expectantly.

“Tech, come in,” Hunter’s voice crackles over the private comm in his helmet.

Tech can scarcely answer through his labored breathing, his mind bleary with blood loss and adrenaline. It takes almost all of his concentration just to put one foot in front of the other. “’M here,” he pants out.

“You and Omega get to the Marauder and leave immediately. I will send you coordinates to a rendezvous point, but don’t come until I give you the signal.” Hunter’s orders feel impossible on multiple levels as Tech muddles through the responses his usually extraordinary mind produces. They couldn’t leave the rest of the squad behind; Tech might not even be able to fly the Marauder in his current condition; what would happen to Omega if he bled out...

“Tech...you can’t stay here. You have to get out.” Hunter’s tone is urgent, having understood Tech’s silent response.

Tech swallows, forcing himself to reply. “Copy that. Just hold on. We will come back for you both.” His broken, gasping voice betrays him. Pain is evident. Hunter must know he is injured.

“I know you will,” comes Hunter’s gentle response.

Omega tugs at him, clearly upset. “What? We can’t leave! Not without the others!” she cries. She starts to let go of him, to hang back, even as the sound of droids in hot pursuit crash behind them.

Tech releases his pressure hold on his wound, reaching back to clasp Omega’s wrist in his bloodied fingers, now having to drag her behind him as she struggles and sobs. She is being irrational, but Tech understands exactly what her young mind cannot quite comprehend.

“We will come back for them, Omega,” Tech says to her, “but we must get to safety first so we can regroup. Neither of us are in any condition to rescue them at this moment.” Omega might be rash and irrational when overcome with emotions, but she is also extremely intelligent...Tech knows he can reason with her so long as he is honest and straightforward.

She does not say anything in response, but she allows herself to be pulled along without further resistance. They break through the tree line and across the open field between them and the Marauder. Tech drops Omega’s arm so that he can press the button on his vambrace to lower the ramp. He can hear Omega beside him, sniffling but present, able to keep up now that his body is forcing him to slow down. He feels like his boots are made of permacrete, each step a struggle to complete.

They clamber up the ramp, Tech firing a couple more shots into the trees before slamming his fist against the control panel to close the door. Tech’s vision is fading in and out, but he still has a job to complete, a task that takes precedence over his passing out. He clings to what little adrenaline is left in his veins to stumble up to the cockpit, dropping into the pilot’s chair and starting the engines.

“Omega,” he gasps to the girl who comes up beside him, “I will need your help once we are in hyperspace. I am injured, but I know you are more than capable of helping me.” The ship begins its ascent, Tech going through the motions of flying...escaping...without having to think about it. “It is not a deep wound, but I am losing a substantial amount of blood. You were Nala Se’s medical assistant, which means you know what to do, correct?”

He glances over at Omega, who is nodding slowly. She is thinking hard, her young, soft face hardening with determination. He is giving her a mission...an important one at that, three of her brothers’ lives at stake...he knows that she is up to the task.

“Yes,” she says, “I know what to do.” She hurries off, leaving Tech alone in the cockpit to put in coordinates to a remote area of nearby space where they can lay low until Hunter sends them the signal.

Tech releases a shaky breath. He hates putting Omega in this position, making her responsible for his injury. Even with her training, she is still just a child. But what choice do they have? To save themselves? To save the others?

Omega returns as they launch into hyperspace, a med kit clutched against her chest.

Tech feels himself fading, his mind beginning to lose all focus. He turns in his chair, facing Omega. He reaches up to grasp her shoulder with his clean hand. “I may lose consciousness; however, we are going to drop out of hyperspace somewhere safe in just a few minutes. We will wait for Hunter’s signal, and we will be ready to go back as planned. Yes?”

Omega nods, her eyes wide but her mouth set in a firm line.

Tech starts to remove his armor, but his fingers refuse to cooperate with the latches. Omega sets aside the med kit and takes over, carefully stacking the armor against the wall as she removes it. Tech hisses as she lifts his shirt away from the wound, some of the blood having dried it to his torn skin. Omega hums a distant apology, but she continues to roll up the shirt, helping him pull it over his head.

She kneels to examine the wound. “You were right,” she says, “it isn’t deep. But it's bleeding a lot. I am going to clean it and then do sutures. We have a localized anesthetic I can use, but it will probably still hurt when I’m cleaning it out. I’m sorry.” She carefully presses a damp towel against the gash, taking Tech’s hand so that he holds it in place.

“No apologies needed,” Tech says, his voice barely a whisper. He sinks back into the seat, his strength diminishing rapidly. The adrenaline that has gotten them this far is finally running out. He manages to add in a muttered breath, “I’ve experienced worse as a soldier, Miss Omega.”

It is meant to be comforting; however, the way Omega’s eyebrows knit together, Tech realizes it has had the opposite effect. His sister blinks rapidly for a moment before turning her attention to the med kit she has moved beside her. She takes out cleaning solution, clean cloths, bacta patches, and begins to situate the needle and thread, lining them in order for across a cloth she had spread out beforehand. He watches her work with muted awareness, struggling to maintain consciousness against the loss of blood. Even once he is stitched up, he will be in no condition to fight should his brothers need him. He worries if he will even be able to fly the Marauder back to them. Panic begins to gnaw anew along his scarcely conscious thoughts.

TBC

Author’s Note: Tech will be fine in the long run, I promise. I wrote this story months ago, and when I was going through my WIPs for a story today, I was like, why not another Tech injured fic??

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lifblogs · 3 days

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Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Explicit Pairings: Royce Hemlock/Tech (Non-Consensual Pairing), Tech/Phee, Tech & Crosshair & Wrecker & Hunter & Omega & Echo Word Count: 3632 Summary: Tech is facing his first mission since Tantiss with trepidation. A word said to him in comfort is enough to bring repressed and forgotten memories to the surface, and he feels like he's being torn apart inside. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, PTSD, Flashbacks, Attempted Self-Harm, Near-Attempted Murder-Suicide, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Author's Note: I'm so sorry.

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scarletv0id · 1 year

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After a quick check up on some of the Maraduer's hardware Omega catches that Tech is having some trouble with his hands, and insists he put himself before the ship.

#bad batch #tbb #the bad batch #omega #tech #tech the bad batch #tech bad batch #tech tbb #tech whump #omega tbb #omega the bad batch #omega bad batch

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papanowo · 1 year

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sorry i just needed to draw this shot hes just so BOIOIOING yk

#my art #star wars #tbb #bad batch #bad batch spoilers #tbb tech #tech #was literally ripping my hair out during this arc HE CARRIED SO MUCH .. MY LOVE #i think every tech stan on the planet collectively fell to their knees when the episodes dropped #so much whump material #i need therapy

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 1: Destress Signal/Panic Attack

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Note: this story may not make much sense if you haven't seen episode 14 of season 2.

Summary: What would have happened if Tech checked their old comm lines earlier?

Tech checked the batch's old comm line sometimes. There was never anything on it. He looked because just maybe Crosshair would reach out to them, not caring what he said. This time when he turned the comm on and checked there was something. Almost immediately Tech played the message.

"Plan 88, you have to hide. They're after Om-"

"Plan 88?" Tech whispered. As he was about to play the message again he realized it was still playing. The sound of a door closing and then a hissing noise could be heard. That was it.

Tech listened to the message over and over. Anxiety crept in and he started to lose control of his breathing. Crosshair didn't try to get them to help him nor did he bother to give them his location. The man sounded week. Not only that catching the last part of the message meant that they wanted one of them. The O made him believe it was Omega.

The clone moved from the chair he sat in the floor and against the wall, holding the comm in front of him. Tech's breathing got worse. Air moved swiftly through his lungs as he listened again. Tears began welling in his eyes and he pulled his knees up to his chest.

He felt sick, his heart ponded, and he started to feel dizzy.

Tech threw the comm across the room. When he heard it hit the ground his mind attacked his body harder. What if he broke it? They needed to find Crosshair. Despite the man's current condition he attempted to stand. Failing he fell back to the ground.

With tears filling his googles he hastily pulled them off and stopped himself from throwing them as well. Placing them beside himself he lifted his hands up to his face. Tech knew how to deal with panic attacks, he had helped his brothers many times and had calmed himself down before. This time was different, this time he just couldn't.

Alone in that dark room Tech fought to think clearly. How could he help Crosshair if he was stuck in this room? The walls felt like they were closing in and his hands felt tingly.

Phee had been instructed to check on Tech. What she didn't expect was to hear sobbing when she got close to the room he occupied. Rushing in she kneeled in front of him. "Brown eyes?" He looked up. "I'm going to need you to breathe, okay?"

"I" he stifled, "I can't."

"I know it's hard but you have too. Breathe with me."

When nothing changed in his behavior Phee called for Hunter. "Honey please you have to breathe. We can work through this."

When Hunter got the call he dropped everything and ran to the Marauder. When he would arrive Tech was breathing a little earlier. It had been a while since he had seen his brother like this. He didn't miss it. The scene in front of him always broke his heart. "I'm here. What's going on Tech?"

"He just keeps trying to say something about some Crosshair, Omega, and a plan."

Hunter nodded then switched places with Phee. She wanted, more than anything, to be able to help Tech but right now he needed his brother. "I got you. Breathe okay. Tell me what's going on once you're able to."

The two would sit there for another few minutes before Tech could really think clearly again. Tears still fell from his eyes but his breathing was under control now and he felt less ill.

Finally Tech could explain. "We need to find Crosshair. I checked our old comm channel and found a distress signal from not too long ago." Getting up he went to check on the comm. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he realized it was still in one piece. After that he played the message for the other two.

The three talked then went to find the rest of the batch. Echo would arrive soon after and once handed the information to decode the puzzle was completed. Crosshair was on Mount Tantus. Now they just had to go get him.

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