The major complaint with all our delusional takes regarding Tech's survival is that we are taking them out of our asses, but in this case, it is quite literally outta someone's ass.
Look, I don't wanna dunk on my main man, but Tech's got no booty. He is as flat as an airport landing strip in the Netherlands. I don't know what voodoo dark magic Nala Se did to strip Tech of the standard issue clone tushy, because our next possible candidate for Clone CX-2 is Cody, and dude is packin'.
Exhibit 1:
Certified 0° booty.
Exhibit 2:
That's a category 10 booty right here ^.
Now, fortunately for us the creatives put Clone CX-2 in a leotard from the waist down, so we got an unobstructed view of the clone's behind and I gotta say, it's some pretty convincing evidence right here that CX-2 is Tech.
Also, I made this account three years ago and have never changed the profile picture before, but today I did cause delusion is swallowing me whole.
It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.
"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.
Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."
Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"
Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.
A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.
He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."
He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."
"Yes sir."
Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.
"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"
Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.
"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.
"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,
"Answer me, dammit!"
He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."
"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.
This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.
"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"
He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.
Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.
"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."
If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.
You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.
"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"
He entered something into a datapad and looked up.
"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."
You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.
He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."
"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"
He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.
"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"
He turned back to face you.
"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."
He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.
"Kriff you."
He sighed, "Very well."
A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.
"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"
"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."
"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."
A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.
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I went with the grey uniform in the end, because Tech is more resonating with the classic vibes than the overwhelming sexinessXDD
I also made him a datapad, because it's a damned blasphemy that none of his figs has it as an accessory. And also gave him the interrogator droid, 'cause I think he'd love to have some fun with it.
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Aloha! Since you asked about HC ideas.... well, I don't have any, but I've had another imp idea in mind for some time. Imp Tech investigates rebel activity with possible reader (also an Imp) involvement. He doesn't rat them out, but still uses the information to control/extort them. Maybe worth a one-shot? I'd love to read it. Anything is possible, from angst to smut, a combination of both has its appeal. Anyway, I'm just leaving this idea right here. 🤔😏
Get out of my head! I have been brainstorming a fic with this exact plot line in mind. Thanks to your ask, love, a small snippet of it will come to light.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Orgasm denial, sex as a means to exploit information, abuse of power, fingering, dirty talk, borderline degrading, con noncon elements, Imp!Tech
Pairing: Imperial Tech x Reader (AFAB) if people prefer more gender neutral pronouns I can correct it in following chapters, just let me know :)
Also very small side note: I have seen many of your messages and tags, I will try to get through them this weekend. If I have missed anyone please feel free to DM me <3
Mando’a translation nau'ika- little lighy
Prud’ika-little shadow
"Agent 2689, report to Deck 6, Commander Tech's quarters."
Your ears burned as the announcement blasted through the hallways of your compound. Those who knew you turned to stare at you as you kept your gaze on your untouched meal.
"Agent 2689-"
You slammed your hands on the table as you shoved your chair back.
"Another special assignment," someone sneered.
"Maybe one that involves her on her knees."
You turned on your heels and walked over to the smug looking newbie. Their smirk dropped as you roughly grabbed them by their collar.
"We.. We all know it's true. You could commit treason and Commander Tech would look the other way."
Your gripped tightened as you pulled them closer. Shielding their face you shoved them back down onto the table, landing onto their meal.
"You've got food on your uniform, soldier. Better wash up before you get written up."
Before you could wait for any form of response you had already walked out of the mess hall.
***
You fidgeted in your spot as you had waited for Commander Tech to acknowledge your presence since you had walked in. You were not quite sure what called for a meeting this late but you also knew better than to question him.
You stiffened the instant you heard his sigh and the light click of his data pad striking the desk. Adjusting his goggles, he finally had his eyes on you.
"Apologies for the unscheduled meeting, I assumed you didn't have any prior engagements?" His voice was low this evening, he sounded different than the other clones, that was the first thing that you had noticed when you had enlisted. It was also how he used that voice that seemed to get to you every time.
In the same breath he could change from a high tone of praise to a low growl of authority that would have even the most experienced soldier shaking in their boots.
You shook your head, "No, Sir. Just always ready to serve," shoving down your stutter.
"Really? As someone as popular such as yourself I'd imagine you would have many things to do.. People to see, information to go over."
You noticed the slight smirk in the rise of his lip. You shook off the trickle of sweat dripping down your back.
"Popular? I am sorry, I don't quite understand."
"Top of your class, number one strategist in my squad, it isn't hard to see how you have attracted the attention of others."
"I… prefer to be alone. Sir."
He leaned his elbow on his chair as he rested his head on his fist. Distracted by the few curls of his dark hair that fell on his forehead, you had a sudden itch to walk on over to him and push them aside.
"Fascinating."
"What is this about, Sir?"
"I have information to believe that there is a rebel spy in our ranks. Someone who has been in close contact with our squad.""
You feigned surprise as your throat constricted.
When he realised you weren't going to respond he continued, "My tactics are never flawed they are also original, no two are alike. So tell me, how did the rebel scum know our whereabouts, and exact moments of attack"
"F-from from the mole, Sir? "
"A well educated guess and the correct answer," he praised, lifting his hand index finger pointing. It was a signature look of his. You also wondered how deep those fingers could-
"Where are my manners, have a seat."
You practically stumbled into the chair in front of you, as you clenched your hands in your lap.
Commander Tech took this as an opportunity to push his chair back and walk around to your side. You felt so small in his presence and you hated it. Hated how just one person could hold all this power over you. This was not something you had adequately prepared for before joining nor could've.
He took your chin in your hand, frozen in shock at his tender touch.
"How did I not notice it before?" He brought his face to your level. You could barely blink as your eyes remained focus on him. He pulled closer.
His nose brushed yours as he continued to stare into your eyes. His hand was warm on your chin, his brown eyes speckled with gold glistened in the poor artificial light. If anyone were to walk in they would most certainly jump to conclusions regarding the situation.
"Such determination," he ran a finger down your check which stirred a shiver out of you. He chuckled slightly, "Another fascinating discovery."
You didn't know what was happening as you fought with the storm of emotions churning in your chest. Here, your superior, holding you in such a manner, the enemy. The one who taunts your life in his hands as he waits for you to break. You licked your dry lips as your breathing was no longer in control.
The throb in your cunt took away all reasoning as you leaned In, your eyes fluttering close as you tried to press your lips to his.
Pain shot through your jaw as Tech squeezed his fingers together before your lips could touch.
You opened your eyes letting out a pained whimper as your blood ran cold at the man before you.
His eyes were crinkled as his white teeth shone unnaturally white. His features were that of a madman.
"What do you think you're doing nau'ika?"
Flight mode kicking in, you tried to pull away from his strong grip.
"Leave it to one of my brothers to be sloppy and give such a childish nickname. Was it Hunter? Echo, perhaps, he was always the soft one. "
"I don't know who you are talking about?" you spoke through clenched teeth, hissing as he dug his fingers into your cheeks.
"Come now, darling," he purred, his other hand tangling in your hair. You let out a wail as he gripped and pulled at the base of your skull. "Acting dumb is not an attractive trait in you."
"I said," you tried to pull your head away, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"You know where you made your first mistake, little minx? Was catching my eye. But you can't help it can you? You starve for the approval of others. You would've made such a mark, especially with me to guide you."
Eyes narrowing, your disguise lifted, "Please, you would only guide me to failure, Sir." you spat the last word, spit landing in his cheek.
"There you are."
You grabbed his hands on yourself, using all your strength to pry him off of you. You ran towards him in hopes he would lose his balance but he had anticipated your moves and shuffled back as his knee struck your stomach.
The air was knocked out of you as you tried to remain upright. You gasped in air as you managed to get on hand free, sweeping his leg. Already having his weight forward, it allowed him to fall on top of you, pinning both your arms to the side.
"This is a view I could get used to."
You tried to get rid of him, thrusting your hips as you attempted to twist in his grasp, hoping to slip through.
Commander Tech did not struggle to contain you as he watched you flop like a fish out of water.
"Enough of this my dear." rolling his eyes as he kept you in your place.
"This has gone on long enough."
"I don't know what you are talking about," you grunted as you wiggled in his hold
"You should have worked more on your deception skills, this is quite embarrassing."
You clamped your mouth shut as you glared at him. Adrenaline pumped in your veins as you tried to lay out your options. The outcome of either one was rather bleak.
"I can deduce that you are aware of how this will likely end.
With his clone-like or soldier-like strength, you weren't certain. He dragged you off of the floor and back into your chair as your arms were trapped into binders, your fate sealed with a click.
The binders dug into your skin as you tried to escape them, knowing full well you couldn’t
"I believe we can be quite useful to each other."
You grunted as your chair moved but you remained in place. Teeth clenched you tried to weigh your options as he closed the distance between the two of you.
He took the liberty of touching you again as you let out a pained whimper.
"I highly doubt that!" you responded, hating how your voice cracked.
His fingers trailed down your neck and to the depth of your sternum.
"You value living, I assume. Though your current situation tells me otherwise. You know I could just hand you over to Tarken myself."
"I have admitted to nothing,"
"True. Though, you know we have had people removed for less." his hand lightly grazed your chest stroking one of your buds. You jerked and gasped at the sensation.
"So receptive," he cooed, "Let's examine the other one." He then cupped your other breast and flicked at your nipple. You cursed as you curled your back, dragging yourself into touch.
"G-get… Your hands off me," you demanded.
"As you wish," he murmured.
With wide eyes, he removed his hands but remained close to you. Your breathing was erratic. Fear boiled in the pits of your stomach as your core ached to be touched
"I've been kind and done as you asked, now you must return the favour.
You shook your head, defiance in your eyes.
" Well," he cupped your cheek, wincing out of worry he was going to strike you," That isn't very fair. "
"Fair?!" you yelled, "What about all those people who have been forced to kneel to the Empire. These children we pull from their families to turn them into field fodder?!"
Your heart ached as images of new recruits flashed before you, the pure fear they held as they were forced to endure the torturous training, only to never return back from their first mission.
Commander Tech gently brushed away a lone tear that escaped.
"Indeed, these methods are not fair. Just as fair as to how I came to be under the time of the Republic," his voice was soft, as you tried to examine for a crack in his persona.
"I was never given a choice," he continued to stroke your cheek, your eyes fluttering close. It had been so long since someone had touched you.
"I know… what they did to you, to your brothers.
Tech let out a hum of acknowledgement as his fingers kept exploring.
You licked his thumb as he brushed it along your lip. Your face is flashing hot at your actions.
"I have never seen you so undone." he grabbed your neck, feeling your pulse, "Terrified that at any moment you will take your last breath," he leaned forward, grinding his knee in between your legs, as you elicit a broken cry, "Yet, aroused like a bantha during the high season."
"You wish!" The intimate spell broken, as you stiffened your body, his knee still very much pressed against your cunt.
“Wishes are for dreamers. I prefer to actively seek what I desire. Now, shall we?”
Confused by what he was asking, you heard the tearing of your pants as you felt the cold air strike the dampness between your legs.
Cupping your chin, forcing you to look directly at him, you felt the fingers of his other hand graze along your panties.
You gasped as you felt the tips of his fingers push your panties into your entrance, the fabric soaking up your juices.
“You are wonderfully responsive, my dear,” his brown eyes bore into yours as you whimpered at his movements.
He then pulled your panties to the side, as you finally felt his fingers directly on your skin, his fingers forming a V shape as he scissored your clit.
“Tell me where my brothers are hiding and I will provide you with pleasure you have yet to experience.”
You shook your head, whimpering, “Never.”
“Never say never,” he increased his pace, as your hips bucked up against him. The familiar rush of your climax was quickly approaching. You felt so pathetic, giving into this man so easily. Grinding against his fingers you tried to outsmart him. Trying to give yourself that release from him that you had imagined many lonely nights.
With a simple tsk, he pulled his fingers away, leaving you teetering on the edge.
"Kriff!" you squealed.
"Mind your mouth, Soldier."
"Give me a name."
"I can't!"
“You will!”
He then plunged two of his slim fingers into you. Gasping at the stretch and panting instantly as he found that special spot inside of you. His rhythm was impeccable. He knew just how hard you wanted it, filling you not nearly enough as his cock would. Oh, maker, how did you want his cock.
“Commander,” you whimpered, “Please, please Commander.” you begged as you fucked yourself on his fingers. Your hips matching his pace.
“No.”
You felt another climax being ripped away from you, as he brought his lips to your ears. His hot breath dancing along your neck.
"You have my word, nothing will come of you on my end."
You thrusted upwards, his fingers just out of reach. "I will not sacrifice my friends for this."
"Sacrifice?" he pushed your legs wider as he leaned over you, "My dear, you're the sacrifice. You are going to help me get what I want. You are the missing puzzle piece."
His fingers circled your clit again, his fingers catching your juices again.
“I won’t help you,” you seethed.
"You are only hurting yourself."
Tears blurred your vision as your sanity snapped. You couldn't hold out any longer. Your body was overtaking your mind and sealing your fate along with it.
"Kriff! Please.. you know I can't!",
You tried to increase the pace, fucking yourself on his fingers. It felt better than you had ever imagined it. He was so calculated, so precise.
Tech tsked as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"I'll do anything but that, please Tech it hurts!"
Tech chose not to correct you on how you had referred to him. Instead he leaned his forehead on his as you babbled incoherently.
"I know you'll do anything, you're a good soldier."
You shook your head crying, his pace slowing down as you frantically tried to keep the original momentum
"You are going to be my little informant. Information in exchange for your life and pleasure."
"Oh, Maker!" your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt clenched around him, trying to milk pleasure from his fingers.
"These are only my fingers dear," he purred, as he grabbed your hand and shoving it to the large bulge in his pants.
"So…so big." your eyes widening, mouth watering.
Tech ceased his movements, much to your protests, "Tell me where they are and maybe I'll reward you with something far more pleasurable than my fingers."
You leaned back as far as you could, as the pressure kept building.
"Tell me!"
You squealed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Vigorously grinding against his hand. So close, you could feel yourself crawling back to the edge. Just a few more strokes, just a couple of seconds
"Stop."
You whipped your head forward, eyes wild as you screamed in protest.
"No, no… So close. Sir, please it hurts."
He hushed you as slowly resumed fucking you. His thumb brushing against your clit for added stimulation
"Just tell me and it won't hurt anymore. You must be so tired from all of this. Let me carry some of the burden for you."
Taking in only shallow breaths, your mind foggy. You wanted this to all go away and to just be his little toy. The one he played with, to use as he wishes. When did you become to pathetic? You sobbed as you knew you couldn't hold out any longer.
"Ryloth!" you confessed, "Their current base is on Ryloth."
Plunging his fingers into you again, the pads of his fingers hitting that spongy part inside of you.
"Perfect . You may finish."
You balanced between pain and pleasure as your overstimulated cunt clenched down and tried to push his fingers out simultaneously
Your legs quaked as you lifted your lower back and hips off the floor. Gripping his arm to make sure he didn't move again, the knot in your stomach unravelled. Rolling your eyes back you cried out his name over and over again, as you rode out your orgasm.
By the end, Tech was just placing the tips of his fingers at your entrance, making sure you were well spent. He then removed the binders and tuned your wrists to help bring circulation back to your hands.
Hiccuping, you broke down as you realized the fate you had set for your rebel family.
Tech gently brushed away the tears, tenderly kissing your forehead, it would almost seem endearing if this man wasn’t holding your life in his hands.
" You did so well," he cooed,forcing you to look at him," You are going to be more valuable to me than you know, my beautiful prud’ika."
Been keeping this under the radar, but hoping a few more people give it a chance. Premise is Tech's chip activates instead of Crosshair's - He has many questions so he decides to write a personal journal as he tries to figure out Order 66 and its effects on him and his squad as well as his place in the Empire. There's some mystery solving as well as recollection of events and self-introspection.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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Artblock is killing me lately!!!! Maybe it’s the moon? Anyways - here’s a sketch of something that occupies so much space in my brain lol. Hi Admiral Tech … Couldn’t decide if I preferred the vibe of glasses or no glasses 🤔🤔🤔
in light of the series finale of the Bad Batch, I have made this Fic set during the time of Rogue One in which CT-9902 “Tech” uses his CX training as CX-2 against the Empire by acting as a Double Agent and considering his exceptional mind, Tech would make sure none of the imperial leadership will ever learn of his double status. In fact he will use the coldness given to him by the late Dr. Royce Hemlock from his CX conditioning to full advantage to the point that as an acting high ranking ISB Agent (rank of Intelligence Marshal), no would dare question Tech. Not of all. Additionally, he would be Luthen Rael’s secret contact! With such demeanor, Tech would weaken the empire from within all while having high security clearance to the most confidential Imperial secrets. Tech would use his CX training to secretly assassinate several Imperial officers who pose a threat to not just him but the rebellion and he would subtly blow many imperial ships just to avenge the Marauder he had blown up and prior to that, he had returned to Pabu to desperately retrieve all past records of Clone Force 99’s highly classified missions that are salvageable and then Tech would have a deep and serious conversation with Shep Hazard with Tech giving a serious look to Shep and apologizing about everything and that the next imperial who tries to arrest will have to go through Tech and that if it comes to that. Tech would use his CX training and his high ranking position in the ISB as a double agent to threaten them with telling Tarkin about their failure and that Pabu is of no interest to the Empire.
