Stellar - 23 - INFJ - Bad Batch fanatic - Photography, art, and writing are my hobbies, you can find my Bad Batch fanfics in the links below. Any NSFW is tagged! Profile picture by @yuumei-art.
Thanks for the ask, Morgan! 🥰 It's been ages since I did any asks!
1. what song makes you feel better?
Ooooh... That's a hard one, tbh. I'm gonna go to a default song that's always been a fav: Viva La Vida by Coldplay (ON FULL BLAST!) Grew up with that song, and it always makes me smile!
5. who do you feel most you around?
Well, that's also a bit hard. I feel like there's always different small parts of my personality I leave out depending on the people I'm around. But I'd have to say... Probably my 2 best friends, both if which are, unfortunately, out of state. They're like my other halves sometimes (yes, I know that doesn't math.)
12. how are you?
I am alive! Currently trying very hard to get my life back together but it's a struggle! 😅
I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.
There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.
Did.... Did you just... Freaking quote my favorite episode of Bluey on a freaking heartbreaking but sweet piece of Bad Batch art?! HOW VERY DARE YOU! 🤣
Okay, but... The last track of TBB finale.... The little strings and piano that play during the credits.... It's like.... I don't know how to explain it, but it makes me feel like I'm losing something to time. Like little pieces of happy memories are flitting across pages, blowing away on a breeze, and as beautiful as it is, you know the inevitable end, but it's okay. But it also feels like a peaceful death? ... I don't know how else to explain it. The Kiner Family nailed the soundtrack for sure!
got told off for being excited to the point of physically stimming at the thought of my silly little show's series finale despite being 24 years old. like excuse me you think i'm gonna throw away something that brings me joy just because i'm also about to graduate college? that's exactly when you need to hold on to things that can make you go !!!!!!!!
Oh my goodness, I've been listening to it all week! The 2 minute mark in "The Underworld"?! I can't explain why, but I got goosebumps throughout my body and the strangest feeling EVER, and then his mom?! Duuude! I straight up bawled!!!
A/N: I still want Tech to be alive so I’m making it happen and all working within the scope of canon. Here we have old man Tech and Phee.
Warnings: disabled Tech, talk of his fall and the aftermath, discussion of broken bones and almost bleeding out
Word Count: 1.534k
There was a lot of hustle around the rebel base. Several pilots were headed out, but Tech was more concerned with who was coming in. Omega had comm’d to say she left Pabu and was on her way. Tech sighed. Just as she was coming he would be going. More than that, while he and Phee stopped by so they could use their skills to fix up an old ship for a new crew, Omega would be out in the thick of it and he was worried for her. He knew they were all worried about her, but just as he respected Echo’s choice and Crosshair’s choice in years past, he respected hers as well. She was as ready to be a rebel pilot as ever, very much in part to the lessons he gave her back on Pabu.
“Hey Brown Eyes,” Phee said with a hand on his shoulder. “Ready to go?”
“Nearly,” he replied, smiling as she ran her hand through his graying and still thinning hair.
He reached for his spanner on the side of his hoverchair and continued to work on the power booster in front of him. He flinched just slightly as he made some adjustments. The arthritis wasn’t making it any easier. Still, he was pleased that while there he and Phee showed some new recruits as many skills as they could.
He put his tools back in place along the side of the humming hoverchair and took a breath. Phee smiled down at him. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. She was as lovely as ever. Gray streaks in her hair and small wrinkles forming on her face, but no amount of time dulled her spirit. He could never forget the day he finally made it back to Pabu and the relief he felt to see her and his family. Echo was off with Rex, but he was assured he was safe. Omega and Crosshair were home and Wrecker and Hunter had started easing into island life.
“Better late than dead?” he asked the first time he saw Phee after stumbling off a ship.
She threw her arms around him with tears in her eyes and despite the pain he was still in, he embraced her warmth.
“So much better late than dead, Brown Eyes.”
His body had been through so much. Bones had taken months to mend and he knew that some of them hadn’t healed properly. He went through the painful process of a doctor rebreaking and resetting them. Phee sat with him through every procedure and he knew for sure that he wanted her in his life for however long it was. He woke up in agony after the worst of it, his lower back and legs in braces. She sat in a chair and rested her head on the bed near him. He softly smiled and put a hand on hers.
During his recovery they started running low on med patches. She flew into imperial territory just to get more for him and to restock the supply on the island. It was during that time he was able to catch up with Crosshair. Both men were relieved to see each other and it didn’t take long for them to find their way into a comfortable mix of conversation and shared silence.
“How did you do it?” Crosshair asked. “Survive?”
“I thought that was probably going to be the end of me,” Tech admitted. “But I was able to change the angle of my fall and thankfully I hit the edge of a body of water and softer ground. The impact probably would have killed me otherwise.”
He went on to explain that all he could remember was trying to take his helmet off because his comms had died and his helmet cracked. Somewhere along the way he lost his goggles and slowly realized a piece of broken armor had pierced his abdomen. He kept it in place to reduce the risk of bleeding out as he stumbled along, but the terrain quickly became the familiar stone they saw poke above the mist. All he remembered was passing out and waking up briefly on a ship. When he got to this part of the story, he recalled Phee warning him not to run off with any pirates. Of course it was the pirates who saved him. Granted, they thought they could get some money selling his armor and possessions and were unable to get the elaborate set up off his body with his chest plate twisted as it was, so they just took all of him. One of the pirates couldn’t stand to watch him bleed out and so got him some minimal medical treatment that ended up being just enough to save his life. He spent months trying to get back to Pabu and contact his brothers, but the Empire was everywhere at this point and he had to focus on not getting caught since he couldn’t very well run from them. His best bet was to be friendly with the pirates and help them in an attempt to help himself. He knew the coordinates to some useful planets and knew how to fix just about any broken thing put in front of him. He essentially hitched a ride around the galaxy while his body tried to mend.
Tech looked at his brother with a bit of a grimace.
“I decided if they want to use me for my skills then fine. It kept me alive and I used them as transport in return. Eventually we made it close enough that I knew I could probably get here without a major medical event. I took a small ship, left while they were out drinking, and finally made it to Pabu. You know the rest.”
Crosshair put his hand on Tech’s shoulder just as his brother had done with him countless times.
“We survived and we’re here now,” Crosshair said. “That’s all that matters now.”
It took weeks for Tech’s body to heal the rest of the way, but this time he had hope and real help. Even on days when he could barely move, Phee and his brothers helped him get up and down, made sure he had something to eat, made sure he had something else to keep him occupied, and helped him in and out of the refresher. Once he was ready, Tech accompanied her on trips to recover artifacts. Phee was extra careful, knowing that his soldiering days were very well behind him and never wanting him put in too much danger. Still, he had a few tricks up his sleeve and was very creative when it came to making technology work for him even when his body struggled. More than that, he simply wanted to be with Phee any way he could.
Unfortunately as time went on, his old injuries made it difficult to walk very far. He crafted his own hoverchair, but could still go from the chair into bed or another seat. He still walked short distances, but the chair supported him for the most part. He was not-so-secretly fond of asking Phee to sit in his lap and taking her for “a stroll” around the island.
When Echo got word that the rebellion needed help rebuilding a ship, Tech’s face lit up. There was no stopping him. He and Phee would be back to Pabu after this one last job. Just one more ship to rebuild and then he could rest. Of course Phee knew better and shook her head. As much as his body was giving out on him, his head would never rest and it was one of the things she loved most about him. He always kept his mind occupied, exceptional as always.
They finished loading some items onto their ship, but stayed to greet Omega when she landed. He embraced his sister before grilling her on piloting procedures only to be met with a familiar pair of rolled eyes and an affectionate smile. Omega invited them up to see the upgrades she made to her ship. Tech greeted Gonky and was satisfied as he looked around. They said their goodbyes and Omega promised to come back and visit when she could.
“I still don’t know why she insists on keeping my old goggles with her,” Tech said as he and Phee boarded their ship.
“Because it reminds her of you,” she replied.
“Not one of our fondest memories,” he said, gazing up into his beloved’s eyes with a sad smile.
“No, but it’s all we had to hold on to for months as far as physical items,” Phee countered. “You know Omega. She brought Lula with her. She likes having those things to hold on to.”
“I know,” he said. “You’re right.”
Tech lifted himself from the hoverchair and gingerly moved to the co-pilot seat. Phee was right there ready to lend a hand, but he still had enough strength to move himself. She parked his hoverchair right behind them and pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting in the pilot seat and punching in the familiar coordinates to Pabu. It was time to go home.
can someone please explain why I’m so fucking depressed after the finale? It was a perfect ending, without any major character deaths, and we even got an epilogue where we got to see Omega grown up. Everyone is happy. So why am I not?
don’t attack the writers because they didn’t tell the story /you/ wanted them to tell. The beautiful thing about fandom spaces like this is, you can write that story yourself, and people will love and value it. But if you feel the need to attack people who have put their hearts and energy into creating this world for you, that’s messed up
