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Our Muses were lovers in countless past lives who perish before they could be wed.

Send me “I Know You” for a drabble about how when they finally wed, every memory and feeling from centuries previous incarnations comes rushing back to us. Optional Dark Twist: The feelings and visions are too overwhelming, and one or both muses perish from the mental and emotional pressure. 

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Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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“Already on it,” Tech chirpped as he flipped open the panel on his arm, tapping at a few buttons before closing the panel.

“I think I would love to hear about your life, I suppose the Galaxy is much grander during your lifetime as opposed to ours now.”

He began to start walking as he spoke, all the while maintaining his overly enthusiastic attitude. He was quite cheery for a clone, sure not all of the clones would classify as grumpy however he almost seemed to carry a childlike innocence with him. It was truly, very strange.

It was a bit unfortunate thay Abby wouldn’t be able to disclose too much about the future, and that the clones wouldn’t live long enough to witness it either. Their accelerated aging wouldn’t allow it.

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“It is,” Abby admitted, tilting her head in thought. “...from a certain point of view. I, for one, am living pretty well, but there’s bound to be people less fortunate than me who have less than fond things to say about the state of the galaxy as I know it.” And from a certain point of view, this was true. She had a reasonable amount of money to sustain her and a safe place to hide if and when the First Order came knocking, but Abby was well aware that there were many others who were not afforded such luxuries. That was why she had expanded the Hub so much — hopefully, it would serve as a well-hidden hideaway for many more than her.

“I live with a group of my friends and my little brother,” she continued. “My parents have been....out of the equation for years now, so I’ve taken care of him for most of his life. We’re all pretty comfortable. We do our best to take good, honest jobs and help where it’s needed. Although I suppose that sounds all flowery and shit, and that’s giving myself too much credit — as you can imagine, I’m good at getting myself into trouble.”

Here she stopped, considering if it would be dangerous to say anything else. Abby knew she’d already given away a considerable amount about the Doctor, and only now was it coming to her that both Nikai and Snoke has been alive during the Clone Wars, and were certainly politically involved. However, she was fairly sure Nikai had not taken up her mad experimenting or even earned the title of “Doctor” yet, so perhaps all was well. But stars, Abby hoped she didn’t run into them.

Admittedly, she did find her mind wandering and wondering what her parents were like now, during the Clone Wars. Had they always been such irredeemable assholes? Abby cut that thought off right away. It would do her no favors to imagine them as anything other than what they were.

Besides, why think about that, when she was hanging out with such an interesting clone, and going to meet his brothers? From what she had heard from Tech so far, they were undoubtedly interesting too.

“How far away is the meetup point?” Abby asked.

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@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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“..W-Well.. yes..” Tech looked away, scratching the back of his head, still reeling from what had just happened.

“.. because we do our own thing mostly, we just don’t typically work with jedi. I’ve never had an up close encounter before, not like this— and what are the chances of not only us meeting, but of you also being from the future and force sensitive..!” He seemed quite enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Not only was she from the future. She was a jedi too!

“..We can talk more about this on the way to the rendezvous point, we’re running behind.” Tech stood up, placing his helmet back on his head before offering Abby his hand once again.

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Abby took Tech’s hand when he offered it and nodded. His excitement was palpable through the Force and, honestly, it made her smile. She wasn’t a stranger to the concept of war and she was glad that her arrival had brought something interesting and exciting into Tech’s life that wasn’t also life-threatening.

“I was beginning to wonder how long this exploration mission was going to go for,” she noted. “Although I suppose once we’ve found and blown up a shipful of droids we can call it a day.”

Abby closed her eyes for a brief moment, spreading her Force across the planet. True enough, there were four other presences that she could define as clones out and about on the surface; everything else, the flora and fauna and Ewoks, she managed to sort through and tune out.

“Your brothers are rather far away, should you let them know that we found and dealt with the droids so that we can all meet at a rendezvous point?” she asked. “And you’re right. In the meantime we’ll have plenty of time to talk. I suppose trivial details about my life won’t ruin the course of history, if you want to hear them.”

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@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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Tech was quick, but had Abby not been there, he wouldn’t have dodged the tree in time.

He was somewhat— at a loss for words. Which was something that rarely ever happened with him. He knew all about the force, and had worked with some jedi generals before, however he hadn’t ever had the experience of witnessing it right in front of him.

Tech blinked up at Abby, mouth agape.

His mind was racing at a rapid pace, trying to find the right words to compile into a sentence.

He noticed that she was speaking, however he wasn’t processing the words.

He had so many questions and no idea where to start.

What was the Jedi Order like in the future? No, he couldn’t ask that.

Does she have a master? Who was/ is it? He was unsure if he could ask that.

What is the force like? He could definitely ask that one.

But no words came out of his mouth. He was too awestruck to string together a cohesive sentence.

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After she had spoken, Abby had reached up to brush the dust and ash off her shoulders, although when Tech fell completely silent, she glanced back down at him and her brow furrowed. He had a look on his face that seemed to express his mind going a hundred miles an hour, and if Abby just barely reached out with the Force, she could sense that yes indeed, it was. Although that seemed to be Tech’s normal, May least for as long as she had known him.

Now Abby found herself at a bit of a loss. Had her use of the Force shocked him? Since he was a clone trooper, she would assume that he had interacted with Jedi before, and seen them use the Force; does that mean she did something differently, or wrong?

But no. She reached out to just barely brush his mind again, and felt that he was not scared, or angry. He was awestruck.

“I thought the Jedi were all over the place around now,” she mused aloud. “I can see how someone would react like that in my time but now? Do they never use the Force around you guys?”

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@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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Tech reluctantly looked up from his crouched position, his hands and arms covering the back of his head.

His mask was covered in ash and soot, his goggles as well. Once he deemed it safe to move from his crouched position, he crept over to Abby, pulling off his helmet once he reached her.

“That went better than expected, I didn’t mention our odds of succeeding— they were quite low— out of fear for discouraging you.” Tech briefly glanced up at her as he spoke, before shifting his attention to his blackened helmet.

He began rubbing at his helmet with his gloved palm, motioning his hand in circles around its surface. Slowly, the ash began to clear off, revealing his battle worn and dinged up helmets colors once more.

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Abby herself wasn’t totally free of ash from the fiery explosion, but most of it had gotten on her black coat, so she didn’t worry too much about it.

“I’m honestly not sure if that ranks in the most impulsive things I’ve ever done,” Abby confessed. “I mean, I’m sure it does now, but I’ve got a long life to live and enough impulse control to fit into a teaspoon, so we’ll just have to see.”

As Tech dusted off his helmet, Abby glanced back over her shoulder at the explosion site. It looked quite the same as when she’d last glanced at it, but now that she looked, she realized that the impaled and currently on fire tree trunk she’d noticed earlier was not as far away as she’d thought. In fact, as her gaze turned back to Tech again, she realized that it was not far away at all.

And that made the fact that it was beginning to fall a bit of a problem.

“Watch your head!” Abby blurted, throwing her hands up on reflex as the tree creaked and collapsed downwards towards them. Trying to catch the tree with her bare hands would not have done any good, Abby knew, but she managed to suspend it with the Force instead, stopping it where it had fallen, inches above Tech’s head.

“Would have been it a bit anticlimactic if that had crushed us both now,” Abby muttered, waving her hand and pushing the fallen log away from them both, then down into the bushes with the Force. “Should we report back to your brothers about our findings here?”

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@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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Tech nodded, cheerfully.

“I can’t wait to see the look on Wrecker’s face when he hears that we blew up a droid transport without him.”

He shifted on his feet, still squatting, before pulling s thermal Grenade from his belt, tossing it lightly.

“..We will need a rendezvous spot— incase we end up getting split up.” He paused, before looking around at their surroundings. “Shall we meet back here? If you’re unable to reach me during your diversion.” He clarified, though he seemed quite confident in their plan.

“We will have to be quick, if you can’t reach me in time I’ll detonate one of these— we’ll have about 18 seconds to clear the field before it vaporizes whatever is in its vicinity.” His tone was suddenly much more stern, pointing his finger with a strong authority as he spoke.

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“18 seconds?” Abby repeated, mostly to herself. “That’s an incredibly random amount of time.” But she could tell that Tech was now quite serious, so she dropped the subject and nodded in acknowledgement of his orders. “Sounds like a plan.”

Reaching down again, Abby gathered a few more stones in her palm. This had to be the most insane thing she’d ever done, attacking battle droids armed with nothing but a knife, some rocks, and the Force. But she supposed those would get her a long way, assuming their plan went well, so she cast Tech one last affirming look before shifting up onto her feet by the tiniest margin and beginning to creep towards the droids.

Once Abby reached the nearest large tree trunk, she hid behind it and prepared to throw the first stone. There was a tree off on the other side of the droids — the side opposite where she and Tech were moving — that had a cluster of large rocks at the bottom, and that was what she aimed for, hoping the clatter of stone on stone would be enough to distract the droids.

She threw the first stone, and it struck just where she had hoped, making a clear clicking and clattering as it fell into the pile at the bottom of the tree.

“What was that?” came the voice of one of the droids, and both of them turned their heads towards the noise, which was Abby’s cue to move. Now fully upright so that she could go faster, she struck out for the next available hiding spot like a shot, making it to the tree trunk and pressing her back against it and letting out a quiet breath of relief. Her heart was pounding as she threw the second stone.

“It’s coming from over there,” said the droid, and both of them began to move towards where the stone had fallen. And now, Abby made a dash for it, out of the thick of the bushes and onto the clear land where the droids were standing. She didn’t have to worry about branches snapping out here, so she moved even quicker, coming right up behind the droids before one of them finally seemed to realize that they weren’t alone, and began to turn, only to be met by a sweeping blow from her knife and cybernetic arm.

As she’d suspected, the arm did most of the work, plowing through the metalwork and wires that held the droid’s heads to their bodies before either of them could utter a word. They both collapsed onto the ground with a clatter, which was louder than she was quite comfortable with, but that part of the job was done now, at least. Turning away from the droids, Abby ran around the side of the ship to meet Tech. Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline at the fact that she had really just killed two battle droids. It wasn’t something she’d ever imagined herself doing, but here she was, and it was incredibly strange. Still, she had done it.

Now, to hope that they could pull off the explosion without waking the droids inside.

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“You’re here, good.”

Tech briefly looked back to affirm that it was indeed Abby who had approached him before going back to dialing at the control panel in front of him.

His fingers were moving at a rapid pace, furiously typing sequences and combinations that, to most, looked like absolute nonsense. However not to Tech. It was like a second language to him— if anything, it was his first.

Finally, he pressed down on the central button on the control panel, causing the transports doors to let out a hiss before cracking open.

Swiftly Tech turned towards Abby, handing her a Grenade. He had a second one in his other hand— better to make sure there really was nothing left aboard the transport.

Without hesitation, he pressed down on the Grenade’s detonator before rolling it through the crack between the doors, signaling the countdown all in one swift motion.

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Abby took a long, slow breath as the doors cracked open and Tech handed her the grenade. She felt positively overflowing with nervous energy, but this was neither the time nor the place to let it show, so she simply copied Tech and sent the second live grenade rolling through the doors of the transport, before and backing off at a rapid pace.

And not a moment too soon either, for as the two of them scattered away from the transport, and voice from within cried “Hey! What’s that!” before the entire thing burst with the force of the double explosion. Abby gasped and took cover behind a tree as the shockwave hit, and when she looked out again, there was only a burning husk of ship where the transport had been, with shrapnel and other various metal parts scattered around it.

Such as one particularly conspicuous burning shard that had landed at the base of a tree, slicing through the wood and setting it on fire as it went, but Abby didn’t take note of it right away. She stepped out from her cover and looked for Tech, spotting him not far from her, also hidden from the explosion.

“Well!” she said. “That seemed to work.”

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@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

Tech nodded, cheerfully.

“I can’t wait to see the look on Wrecker’s face when he hears that we blew up a droid transport without him.”

He shifted on his feet, still squatting, before pulling s thermal Grenade from his belt, tossing it lightly.

“..We will need a rendezvous spot— incase we end up getting split up.” He paused, before looking around at their surroundings. “Shall we meet back here? If you’re unable to reach me during your diversion.” He clarified, though he seemed quite confident in their plan.

“We will have to be quick, if you can’t reach me in time I’ll detonate one of these— we’ll have about 18 seconds to clear the field before it vaporizes whatever is in its vicinity.” His tone was suddenly much more stern, pointing his finger with a strong authority as he spoke.

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“18 seconds?” Abby repeated, mostly to herself. “That’s an incredibly random amount of time.” But she could tell that Tech was now quite serious, so she dropped the subject and nodded in acknowledgement of his orders. “Sounds like a plan.”

Reaching down again, Abby gathered a few more stones in her palm. This had to be the most insane thing she’d ever done, attacking battle droids armed with nothing but a knife, some rocks, and the Force. But she supposed those would get her a long way, assuming their plan went well, so she cast Tech one last affirming look before shifting up onto her feet by the tiniest margin and beginning to creep towards the droids.

Once Abby reached the nearest large tree trunk, she hid behind it and prepared to throw the first stone. There was a tree off on the other side of the droids — the side opposite where she and Tech were moving — that had a cluster of large rocks at the bottom, and that was what she aimed for, hoping the clatter of stone on stone would be enough to distract the droids.

She threw the first stone, and it struck just where she had hoped, making a clear clicking and clattering as it fell into the pile at the bottom of the tree.

“What was that?” came the voice of one of the droids, and both of them turned their heads towards the noise, which was Abby’s cue to move. Now fully upright so that she could go faster, she struck out for the next available hiding spot like a shot, making it to the tree trunk and pressing her back against it and letting out a quiet breath of relief. Her heart was pounding as she threw the second stone.

“It’s coming from over there,” said the droid, and both of them began to move towards where the stone had fallen. And now, Abby made a dash for it, out of the thick of the bushes and onto the clear land where the droids were standing. She didn’t have to worry about branches snapping out here, so she moved even quicker, coming right up behind the droids before one of them finally seemed to realize that they weren’t alone, and began to turn, only to be met by a sweeping blow from her knife and cybernetic arm.

As she’d suspected, the arm did most of the work, plowing through the metalwork and wires that held the droid’s heads to their bodies before either of them could utter a word. They both collapsed onto the ground with a clatter, which was louder than she was quite comfortable with, but that part of the job was done now, at least. Turning away from the droids, Abby ran around the side of the ship to meet Tech. Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline at the fact that she had really just killed two battle droids. It wasn’t something she’d ever imagined herself doing, but here she was, and it was incredibly strange. Still, she had done it.

Now, to hope that they could pull off the explosion without waking the droids inside.

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

Tech nodded in agreement, pulling twin dc-17 blasters from the back of his belt.

“..I’m getting a reading.” He said quietly, shifting a little bit closer. “..It’s definitely not one of ours..” Again he paused, reading off of the data given on his visor.

“It’s a droid transporter.. there looks to be about thirty droids on board.” Tech waited there for a moment longer, unsure of what their next move would be. They were vastly outnumbered— which was nothing new— however he did not know the extent of Abby’s combat skills, and he certainly could not take on some thirty droids on his own.

He was a capable soldier. He had proved that many times before, to his brothers, to the Kaminoans, to anyone who had ever doubted his ability. Just because he was smaller than the rest of them did not mean he was any less capable of fighting, and excelling at it too. However he did know his limits, as did his brothers who were quite mindful of when it was too much for him to handle alone.

He could easily comm one of his teammates, though it wouldn’t do much as they were all so spread out across the terrain.

It looked to be up to Abby and himself.

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“Hmmm...” Abby hummed, shifting on her knees so that she could get a better look at the vessel. It was landed and looked quite deactivated from the outside; there were no lights, no windows, and no doors open. The only immediately obvious danger it posed were the two droids standing off to the left, clearly guarding it’s doors, which were closed tight.

“See that?” She pointed to the pair. “If we could get those two out of the way quietly, we might not alert any others inside. Blaster shots won’t do, I wonder....” Her voice trailed off, and she looked down at the ground in deep thought. “We want to take that whole thing out, right? And with just the two of us? Everybody else on the planet too spread out to get here in time?” It was a daunting prospect, for sure. Abby had spent many years fighting bounty hunters and her parents’ soldiers and hired guns that guarded Hutt cartels or slave ships, but she knew that these battle droids would be very, very different from anything else she’d faced.

Still, as Abby glanced up again at the two sentinels, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her brow, a plan was starting to form in her mind. Surely, it wouldn’t be too diffcult — or, more importantly, too loud — to rip apart their fragile necks with her cybernetic hand and knife, wouldn’t it? If she could just get them to look the other way long enough to come up behind them....

“I have an idea,” Abby said suddenly, swapping her blaster for her knife and reaching down into the dirt beneath her to feel for loose stones with one hand. Once she’s found a sizeable one, she held it up for Tech to see. “Do you think if I throw a couple of these at that tree over there, they’ll go over to see what the noise is? I’ll split off towards them and keep throwing rocks until I’m behind them, then it shouldn’t be too hard or too loud to rip their heads off. While I’m doing that you might be able to get around back of the ship and open a panel or something and....I don’t know, do you think we can make it explode or set it on fire? I can cause some serious sparks with this hand”—she wiggled her metal fingers—“if need be.”

[harlslequin]

   female muses matter just as much as male muses.  pass it on.

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

Tech stopped in his tracks, offering a concerned look through his helmet, brows furrowed.

He slowly lowered hsi visor, scanning the area for suspicious activity. The visor lit up with red dots scattered across the display. “I’m picking up energy readings— nothing organic” Tech paused suddenly, glancing over towards Abby.

“It must be droids. Nearby.” It was more of a statement than an assumption.

Tech dropped down into a squat, glancing around as he did so. “I’ll see if I can get a better reading..” As he spoke, he gestured his helmet which was pinging with symbols and icons on the visor display. “..It’s best for us to keep a low profile.”

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As Tech’s visor lit up with feedback, Abby knelt down on the ground next to him, lowering her head down as well, for she was tall and dressed predominantly in black; in this green forest, it wouldn’t be hard for a droid looking in the right direction to spot her. She relinquished her grip on Tech’s arm as well, instead slipping her hands into the lining of her coat to reach for her weapons. Initially, her fingers closed around the hilt of her lightsaber, and she was halfway through the motion of drawing it out when a sudden realization made her stop dead.

She was kneeling next to a clone trooper, and she’d almost just pulled out a lightsaber with a classic Sith blade. Not exactly the smartest move, if she wanted to live through the next few minutes.

Abby put the lightsaber back in it’s place, glad that Tech was absorbed in scanning the area and not noting the movement of her arms, and instead drew out her blaster pistol. She also checked that her knife was still in it’s place, for it was always useful to have an alternative for her lightsaber in hand-to-hand combat. Then, she shifted back up ever so slightly, just enough to get a good look at the forest ahead of them.

“There’s definitely something over there,” she muttered. A large, dark object loomed in between the trees up ahead, one that at first glance could be mistaken for a boulder, but whose lines were far too clean and defined for a natural occurance. If anything, it looked like a well-camoflagued transport ship. Reaching out with her right, flesh hand, Abby pointed it out to Tech.

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

Tech nodded in agreement as she spoke, his helmet giving off a slight bobble effect.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better batch of brothers. I’m- I’m the youngest.. and sometimes my brothers forget that I am just as capable and grown as the rest of them. But I appreciate them none the less.” It wasn’t unlikely that she hadn’t heard of them before. The Kaminoans weren’t exactly privy to making their failures known. They operated in the shadows, out of the larger scope. In all honesty, Tech didn’t mind at all. Fame was never something he sought after. He was simply proving his own worth by doing what he had been made to do.

“..I’m hardly a real clone.” He uttered, mostly to himself. In fact he hadn’t even realized the thought had escaped his mind only to come out of his mouth. It was true though. He wasn’t like the rest- even his brothers had a fairer shot at fitting in with the normal clones. Though while Crosshair refused to conform to the Clone standard and Hunter was proud to be different, Wrecker didn’t care, so long as he could still crush droids, Tech felt quite a deep urge to strive to be like the ideal clone.

Perhaps it was because he was so different from them, and he just wanted a taste of clone normalcy. He did not resemble Jango Fett in the slightest, nor did he possess any of Jango Fett’s physical prowess. Of course he had found a way to compensate in his own way, but that didn’t matter when he just wanted to be like the others. He could go on about his insecurities. Insecurities his brothers told him to own, to be proud of. However he couldn’t find a good reason to be content with himself. He could find a probable reason to any other problem or task at hand, however when it came to personal matters he was at a loss.

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Tech’s praise of his brothers made perfect sense to Abby; she had no idea where she would be in life or what she would have made of herself if it weren’t for Jamie, and how he looked up to her. He made her strive to better than she was, better than the monstrosity Nikai and Snoke had set her en route to becoming, and by now, she felt like she had accomplished it, despite the consistent appearance of ghosts from her past to contend with.

Then Tech let the second phrase slip out, and it didn’t even take a hint of mind reading for Abby to tell that he had not really meant to say it. But he had said it, and Abby felt a little pang in her chest at the thought of it; being one out of millions of copies, and being unique, and feeling so inadequate because of it? She was one out of exactly two very different experiments, and she always felt the need to distance herself from her mother, and from the experiment, and from everything that made her a monster, because could a mad scientist make this? If she was unique enough, if she was real enough, she would be better than she’d ever been meant to be.

And that was where she realized she and Tech differed. It was uncanny, how much they had in common, but he wanted nothing more than to fit in, and she could never imagine being boxed into the niche her creator had made for her.

They’d been walking and talking for a while now, the world around them so peaceful it really almost did feel like they were in a garden, but all of a sudden, Abby’s awareness of their surroundings spiked. Whatever she was sending made her hair (metaphorically) stand on end, and she seized Tech’s arm to bring him to a stop beside her.

“Something’s not right here....” she muttered to him, unsure why she was whispering now but electing to continue as such. “Does your equipment pick up anything? I’m sensing some serious bad vibes...”

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

“Sure thing.” Again, he nodded, closing the small panel on his arm.

“There’s five of us now.. until recently there had been only four of us. We weren’t really supposed to.. happen really, you could say. Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and I were all experimental clones to begin with— the Kaminoans intended to heighten certain characteristics from our genetic template when creating us— however they did not expect such adverse effects.” Tech’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

“..Sarge— or Hunter rather— is just that, he’s a hunter. He was engineered with heightened senses, he can sense electromagnetic energy from anywhere on the planet.. but his mutation has some side effects.. it’s not like he can turn off his mutation. Crosshair has impeccable aim and eyesight. His hand-eye coordination is off the charts.. but he’s not like Hunter or Wrecker.. best to leave the close combat to them. Wrecker was essentially engineered to be much larger and stronger than the average clone.. he just has trouble controlling himself sometimes. It’s not his fault though.” Tech shrugged, failing to mention himself— whether that was intentional or not was unclear.

“.. so while our genetic mutations were intentional.. we weren’t really what the Kaminoans had in mind.. We don’t really look like the other clones, or sound like them.. we’re supposed to all have the same genetic template.. but it really doesn’t feel like we’re real clones.” He sounded sad, almost. His tone had definitely shifted from quite cheery to much more somber.

“We all have spent a long time trying to prove our worth to the Kaminoans— and to the rest of the Republic. It took years for them to allow us into active combat, even then we were privately trained.. we were kept away from the general clone population.. the Kaminoans felt we had more use in labs, to find out what went wrong, and why we were flaws in their system.. so the four of us have always been close.. we’re family.”

Briefly, he looked up from his radar, only to be sure that there were no trees blocking his pathway.

“Echo joined us recently. He was not genetically modified like us, but he’s still a brother to us. He’s not like the other’s anymore. The separatists ruined his chances of ever being like the other clones ever again.”

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As Tech finished his story, Abby felt her gaze fall from where she’d been looking at him to the dirt beneath her feet. She’d never really liked hearing about the Kaminoans and how they’d made the clones — it reminded her too much of her mother too quickly after escaping her clutches — so she’d always tuned that part out, but now she listened dutifully as Tech told his own story, and the story of his brothers. She believed she’d heard of the clone Echo before — something about Republic battle tactics and a citadel — but Tech and his brothers didn’t ring a bell.

They did, however, strike a particular piece of her that she’d tried very hard to forget, and that she elected not to mention.

“I never liked the Kaminoans when I learned about them,” she said. “How they worked with you guys never felt right. But I’m glad the five of you have gotten so far together....and it seems fitting, that you stick together like family.” She lifted her eyes from the path, and just in time too, because she was just steps away from a low branch, and only barely managed to duck under it.

“I have a brother myself,” Abby added. “I’ve looked out for him since we were little, kept him away from our parents. He’s probably wondering where I am right now....” She gave a small laugh. “But he’d think it was awesome if he knew I was hanging out with a real clone soldier. He paid way more attention to history lessons than I ever did.”

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

Tech nodded, eyes still focused on his device.

“I am confident in our odds of winning, I do not believe I need any such confirmation, and besides, I could go without knowing my own or anyone else’s fate.” He said as he flipped open the panel on his arm, pressing a few of the buttons as he spoke.

“..He trusts me, and I trust you. I think that should suffice.” He said simply.

What else was there to say? He and his brothers were only so successful because of their trust in eachother. It was crucial for their survival. Had they not had eachothers backs they would’ve been decommissioned long ago. “..besides Hunter’s not the one you will have to worry about.. Crosshair can be pretty cynical when it comes to outsiders, but do not take it personally.” There was an air of assurance in his voice, it couldn’t possibly come off as any more sincere. He meant what he said.

“Well, where would you like me to start? I am an open book afterall.”

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“That does suffice,” Abby replied, nodding and watching as Tech began to fiddle with the devices in his hands and attached to his armor. He never seemed to be without something to do with his hands, whereas she was content to simply put them into her pockets and stroll along, as if she were walking through a scenic garden with an old friend. Truth be told, Tech was a very comfortable presence, both outwardly and in the Force. Abby felt rather honored that she already had his trust, but then again, she felt the same way about him. And in war, trust was hard to come by, so perhaps this was a good sign.

“I’ll try not to let Crosshair get under my skin,” Abby promised. But at Tech’s next question, she furrowed her brow in thought. “I was never particularly good at listening to history lessons...” she admitted. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself? You and your crew, I guess. We only ever hear so much about the clones in our lessons. It would be great to hear about some individuals and their adventures.”

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

“Of course.” Tech nodded in agreement, picking up his radar device.

“Hunter’s very understanding— he’s our Sergeant. Though we basically appointed him as our leader.” Again, he shrugged, before starting to walk again.

“I don’t suppose you could use a refresher on current events?” He was careful with his wording, not wanting his company to give way to the outcome of war, or to the future in general. However he would be more than happy to bring Abby up to speed on what was currently going down, as he assumed history lessons could only cover so much territory. Even with his extremely thorough methods of obtaining new knowledge, especially regarding history, it’d never amount to having the chance to experience it first hand.

Even with implemented memories from his genetic template— renowned bounty hunter Jango Fett— they still were hardly as useful as the experiences he had gained on his own.

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Abby stepped into stride with Tech again, shrugging when he offered her the update on the current events of the time.

“I don’t think it would hurt for me to be fully aware of what’s going on,” she agreed. “Just don’t ask me any questions, I don’t want to cause any trouble by letting something important slip.” Of course, knowing the outcome of the clone wars, Abby almost wanted to somehow stop it; without Order 66 there would be no Empire, and from there no First Order, but she couldn’t imagine how monumental such a change would be, and she hardly dared to even imagine it.

But, she also hadn’t really been the most attentive student back when she was learning her galactic history — always looking out the window, dreaming of her next adventure and how she would bring it to fruition — so, while the ending of the clone wars was known to just about everyone, the middle, for her, was a bit fuzzy.

“I’m glad to hear that about your Sergeant,” she added. “You really think he’ll believe my story?”

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

[soundwavetherav2]

“Of course,” He chirped happily, placing his helmet back onto his head.

“I’ve never been in the presence of someone who has traveled successfully traveled through time, that is quite remarkable, and without any evident side affects either! Though we will have to keep an eye on that..” The smaller clone had begun pacing in a small circle, hand on the chin of his helmet.

“..Let me know if you’re feeling strange at all at any point, it would be best to document that.” He stopped in his tracks, looking up at Abby.

“But this is absolutely wonderful! And great timing too, I recently finished reading a report from a scientist back on Coruscant regarding proposed time hopping.” The clone said, rather sheepishly before beaming.

“Though I suppose I should brief you on why I’m here..” He paused, letting his arm drop to his side.

“My team and I are here surveying the planet for possible Separatist activity. Apparently nearby bases had been picking up extreme energy spikes— frequencies that didn’t match our own side— so we’re here.” The clone shrugged.

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Sitting still on the log, Abby watched as Tech paced back and forth, almost smiling as she listened to how enthusiastic and interested he seemed to be about this strange, strange event.

“I suppose I do have a headache,” she admitted. “But I just chalked it up to the explosion. That thing was loud.”

It was rather reassuring to hear that there was some resource on time travel, even a theoretical paper, and that Tech had read it. She truly had found the best person for the job of getting her back home safely, it seemed. As Tech moved on from the idea of time travel to his explanation of the mission, Abby rose from her seat.

“I hope that whoever’s in charge won’t mind me tagging along with you and helping where I can,” she said. “Don’t worry, I’m more than capable of holding my own if there are any enemy presences here.”

[soundwavetherav2]

@asparkofgrace

Endor, or IX3244-A as it was designated was fairly off the grid. Located in the Outer Rim territories at grid coordinates H-16, and with a rotation period of 18 hours and an oribital period of 402 standard days and a diameter of 4,900 kilometers, there really wasn’t much that ever happened on the forested moon. However that didn’t exempt it from possible separatist occupation.

Which was why he was there now, surveying the area for any unusual activity. He and the other batchers had collectively agreed to split up— as it would make their job a lot easier, and it’d get done a whole lot faster— to scower the moon. It wasn’t really a job in the norm of the Bad Batches undertaking, however they had been in the area when the comm had come in to inspect the area. Apparently a nearby station had been picking up some peculiar frequencies as of late.

Tech personally didn’t mind it. He found the natives to be quite charming and friendly. The moon itself was also quite a breath of fresh air. The amount of greenery and untouched wildlife was quite astounding. The moon was still very much so in touch with nature. It was ironic really, as someone like him could be so absorbed in technological advances and all things related to the matter, while also having such a vast appreciation for wildlife completely untouched by technology.

It was also nice to be able to take his time to take in his surroundings without his brothers ushering him along. Overall it was just— peaceful— something that he didn’t get to experience quite often, if ever really. Of course he knew of peace, he had learned about it, and could see that on some levels, some planets still experienced peace. However he was bred for war. In essence he could ascertain that he was only in existence because of the notion of war.

Thwack.

He had just run into a tree. It hadn’t occurred to him sooner that it would’ve been in his best interest to look up from his radar device. At least his brothers weren’t around to make fun of him for it, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He stood there for a moment longer with his head tilted, analyzing the tree with a perplexed expression under his helmet. It was nice. He wondered how old it was.

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Tech seemed much more interested in running a diagnostic than listening to Abby. He nudged closer, nearly too close as his visor did a quick scan of her head, however he quickly backed away and pulled off his helmet.

“.. It seems that you are right. You show no signs of any physical or mental trauma, you look to be in perfectly good health.” Somehow, he seemed unfazed by her explanation. With his helmet completely removed, the neutrality of his expression was all too visible.

“I assume you’ll want to be getting back to your proper timeline.. perhaps I may be of assistance?” The trooper stood up with his helmet under his arm and his other hand extended out towards Abby.

“If you can recall the exact circumstances of the explosion we may be able to replicate it. Of course we would have to run some tests first.. and wrap up our mission here..” Again, he was mostly rambling to himself. “We would also need to locate a desirable environment to do such tests.”

The clone offered a slighr smile, hoping to reassure Abby.

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It was very reassuring to know that she was in perfectly good health, considering the circumstances Abby now found herself in. She was rather surprised at how calm Tech was at the situation, but then again, he was smack in the middle of the clone wars. Strange things happened every day in that era. She took his hand and got to her feet, nodding politely to him.

“Thank you for offering your help,” she said. “I think I’ll take you up on it—seems like the best I’m going to get right now. And if I can help you and your mission at all...I’d be more than happy to.”

As the clone muttered away to himself she felt rather reassured; she knew she was lucky to land with someone so friendly, and so well-equipped to help her.