It's Clone X OC week?! Damn, I need to be on here more often! Oh well, I can still catch up, right? @clonexocweek
OK! Well, this features TechMoon. Tech being the Clone Commando and Heather Lightmoon being my OC! Now, I have three versions of their meeting: Canon, Disney Universe, and Eaglet's Version. (Eaglet is my main on Twitter, where some of y'all might know me from.)
Eaglet's version: Tech and Heather first appeared during my early entry into TBB fandom. Their first Fanfic is "Slow Riot" (Link Below), and here is the first fanart I've drawn of them.
Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48959194
Canon:
-IMPORTANT NOTE: This is currently a Fanfic I'm writing, so I don't want to give TOO much away. This one will be short and sweet.
-Star Command, where Heather lives and works, learns of the Pabu Invasion, and become greatly concerned about the Empire expanding into their territory. Heather and her team, the Psi-Corps, volunteer to make contact with the island and their refugees.
-This is set in the "Tech is Alive, STFU." Universe. So of course Tech is going to have some strained relationships, PTSD, and guilt after Plan 99.
-Just so y'all know, there will be a LOT of Psychology in this.
-Like, a LOT.
-Heather's team, the Psi-Corps arrive on Pabu safely, and welcome their citizens into their ship. Tech, curious about the newcomers, also boards the ship and speaks with Heather. Heather quickly endears herself to him by answering his questions regarding the customized space shuttle she uses to travel with her team.
-Tech decides they need a hyperdrive, and finds himself offering to help them install one. You'd think that pretty rude, but Heather thinks this is a great idea! She thanks him and tells him she can't wait to get started!
-Oh, Tech...what have you gotten yourself into?
Disney Universe:
Prefix:
As we know, you are able to visit most of your favorite Disney Characters at the Disney Parks. Here, these characters live and work in these Disney Parks. If they aren’t filming a movie or show, they are welcome to greet guests.
Heather Lightmoon, being Buzz Lightyear’s sister, is permitted to stay in the parks due to her brother’s lineage.
During the 2020 Pandemic, construction began on the Disney Plus Studios, a studio where episodes and movies for the Disney + streaming service are produced. Each studio: Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, and National Geographic has studios on premises.
Characters from each studio encounter each other during active filming. For Example: Loki and Tarkin could grab a coffee if they wanted to, Wrecker and Luisa could arm wrestle in the cafeteria, Buzz and Dr. Strange could discuss Quantum Physics, anything you can think of!
But this story has two characters, one a star and another a barista, where they should’ve been galaxies apart, meet in this studio.
NOTE: I will be setting this studio in Orlando, Florida. No offense to the Disneyland community, (I’m sure it’s great! Would LOVE to go one day!) I’m more familiar with the Disney World park. Besides, they have the Kennedy Space center, which is SUPER useful for a space character. Am I right?
About Heather Lightmoon
This is the TL;DR portion of Heather Lightmoon’s story. The full, detailed version can be found on my AO3: Gift and Confinement. More will be added to the series.
Heather was born and raised on Saturn, her parents died from an inexplicable event when she was 12 years old. This led to her placement at the Star Command Academy.
During her time at the Academy, Heather met and fell in love with a boy named Zeral. On her 18th birthday, Zeral manipulated her into breaking into the Archives and stealing the Mace, leaving her to face the consequences of his actions.
Heather was imprisoned and expelled from the Academy, but managed to escape and met up with a familiar cat named Solar, who joins her when she goes on the run.
Without giving too much lore away, Heather is able to reunite with her brother, Buzz Lightyear, and learns a shocking secret about Zeral.
In this universe, Buzz takes Heather to his home in Tomorrowland in Magic Kingdom.
Clone Wars
This timeline will be in the same format as the releases of the Clone Wars and Bad Batch. (With some of the timeline being fictionalized for story purposes.)
The Disney Plus studio opened in limited capacity during early 2021. The requirements to enter the studio were to be fully vaccinated, wear a mask, and observe social distancing protocol.
At this time, Heather was hired as a part-time barista for the studio cafe in the lobby. The cafe was a cozy retreat where you could get the creative juices flowing or just relax.
The last season for the Clone Wars was the first Star Wars project that would be filmed in this studio.
When filming began for the Bad Batch arc, Heather encountered Tech for the first time. He ordered a medium coffee with a hint of cinnamon. Heather was quite entranced by Tech’s eyes, but tried to ignore the budding feelings inside of her.
At first, Heather’s feelings were easy to brush off. After all, this was just a guy who visited the cafe to get his coffee. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tech was the same way, she was the girl named Heather who made his coffee and provided snacks in the morning. But he did notice she walked home with Buzz most of the time.
One time, he asked her about Buzz, that’s where he learned they were siblings.
After the Bad Batch Arc wrapped up filming, Heather would lay awake at night, her mind racing about the trooper who ordered a cinnamon coffee. Tech just couldn't stop running through her mind, no matter how much she tried to fight it.
Little did she know, Tech would also be thinking of her late into the night as well.
When The Bad Batch was announced, Heather was extremely excited about seeing Tech again, but she tried to tell herself it wouldn’t lead anywhere.
But that didn’t stop her from stalking him on Spacebook...
Season One
By the time The Bad Batch started filming, the COVID restrictions had been lifted. Heather and Tech saw each other’s faces for the first time ever. Heather was quite flustered by how...handsome Tech was under his helmet.
Because of the restrictions being lifted, the lunchroom opened. Usually, Heather would leave around lunchtime, but she decided to stay through lunch to try the food. AKA: Stare at Tech.
Heather would usually sit by herself, a classic introvert move. Once, Wrecker waved her over to sit with the Batch and Omega. While hanging out with them, she found herself opening up more.
After this, she would start staying later at work. Tech quickly became one of her favorite customers, she had his order and favorite pastries memorized in no time. Sometimes, she would know that Tech needed a pastry just by looking at him. She usually gave these to him “on the house”.
Hi everyone! First off, I know I left y'all on a cliffhanger, so thank you SO, SO, MUCH for your patience!
Chapter Four: The Protectors of Pabu
“How the HELL did this happen?!” Naomi yelled as she paced across the engine room. “How do we LOSE a crystal? We inventoried everything before we left!” Her arms sprung out from her sides, gesturing around the room.
“We did.” Celeste confirmed, her voice wrought with worry. “And we locked the storage hull before we landed, so I don’t think that any visitors from earlier went down there and stole it.”
“We were watching them the whole time we were on the ship.” Heidi chimed in. “Heather, you were talking with that one man, Do you think...?”
“No!” Heather protested a little too harshly, her eyes flashing. “I was with Tech the whole time! He wouldn’t have stolen our crystal!”
Solar gave the group a light and airy meow.
“See, even Solar agrees with me!” Heather defended.
“Your cat is biased!” Naomi argued, raising her brow and jutting her hand on her hip.
Solar meowed louder, a low growl rumbling from her chest.
“Heather claims that the man she was speaking with didn’t go down there...was anyone watching the young girl with him?” Celeste asked, her hand drifting to her chin.
“I don’t think accusing a kid of stealing is gonna give us a very good look...” Heidi thought out loud, shifting her weight onto one foot.
“MEOW!” Solar frustratingly yowled.
Everyone turned to look at Solar trying to open the hatch. She tried to move her paw up with the bar, then closed her mouth around the bar and tried to pull it up. Finally, she even tried slipping her tail underneath in vain to open the door, which wouldn’t budge.
“Wait...the hatch was locked the whole time?” Celeste asked. Naomi walked over and gave the hatch a good yank. “Yuppers. It’s still locked. Um...sorry for calling you biased, Sol.” Solar gave Naomi a dismissive flick of her tail before smirking at her, all forgiven.
“Alright...” Heather breathed out, rubbing her forehead as she continued in a weary tone. “Once we have our direction from Mayor Hazard, priority number one needs to be establishing comms with Star Command ASAP. In the meantime, we’ll have to keep the Canaveral on low power. Since we’re docked, we can also divert power from weapons and shields to life support. At least until we’re able to get a new crystal or find an alternative power source.”
Celeste nodded. “This means we’ll have to limit off-world trips, unless we absolutely have to go.” She stated, her voice tight with focus and a hint of worry. “We’ll need enough power for our eventual trip home. Unless we can manage to get our hands on a crystal at one of our checkpoints...” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, Cel.” Heidi added. “Though we might not want to mention this at dinner. We’re still working on that first impression, after all.” Heidi’s eyes flicked over to Heather, giving her a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow. Heather rolled her eyes, a soft hum escaping her lips.
“Wait, there’s no way we’re telling that bitch Officer Stella about this, right?!” Naomi asked, her voice laced with venom.
“No. As soon as we establish comms, I’ll contact Buzz directly and explain the situation.” Heather answered, her tone firm but soft.
Solar meowed and brushed against her leg, her low impatient rumble from her throat imitated grumbling noises. “Yes, Sol. We know we have a feast to get to soon...” Heather’s eyes drifted out the window to the afternoon sky, counting down the seconds until she could see Tech again. A strange, yet familiar feeling spread through her chest.
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“Teeeech! Hurry up in there!” Wrecker whined, tapping his large foot impatiently outside the bathroom door. “What’s the problem?” Hunter asked, his tone flat. “Tech’s takin’ forever in the kriffin’ refresher!” Wrecker complained, banging on the metal door. “Tech! Come on! It’s just dinner with some girls! What, you think this is a date or somethin’?” He yelled.
Hunter sighed, pushing Wrecker to the side. “Let me.” He urged, knocking on the door. “Tech? Is everything alright?”
“Affirmative.” Tech replied in his usual bluntness.
“You sure? You don’t need anything?”
“Your concern is unwarranted, I am fine.”
Wrecker groaned, fidgeting impatiently as Crosshair slid between Hunter and Wrecker. He leaned into the door, a smirk playing between his toothpick.
“They’re here...” He sneered in a singsong voice.
Tech all but bolted out of the bathroom, his civvies neater than usual, just as Crosshair backed up. Hunter raised an eyebrow, curious about Tech’s sudden shift in demeanor. Seizing the chance, Wrecker urgently pushed his way in, slamming the door behind him.
“What’s with Tech? He’s not usually this...jumpy.” Hunter wondered aloud, his tone skeptical while his hand rested thoughtfully on his chin. “Maybe he’s excited about seeing Heather again.” Omega suggested, her eyes wide with excitement as she climbed down from her room. “Heather?” Hunter questioned, raising his eyebrow. “Yup, from the shuttle that landed earlier today. You should see the inside of it! They each have their own room, a whole kitchen, and get this...their engine is powered by a whole crystal! Just like Ventress’ lightsaber, except it’s bigger!” Omega bounced on her toes as she recounted the earlier encounter to Hunter, who nodded thoughtfully.
“They’re Star Command.” Crosshair explained, a snarl in his tone. “They say they’re here to protect us. Like we aren’t doing our job.”
“Humor is not your department, Crosshair!” Tech snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly ascended the stairs. “And for your information, Psi-Corps assistance will be greatly appreciated in defending this island.”
“When you don’t even know what they want? Or why they’re here?” Crosshair shot back, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“That is precisely why we are attending this dinner.” Tech retorted.
Before Crosshair could clap back, Wrecker finally stepped out of the bathroom, fanning after himself. “Yeah...I wouldn’t go in there for a while...” He advised sheepishly. Hunter sighed as he wrinkled his nose. “Look, let’s at least hear them out.” He advised. “And everyone, mind your manners, especially you, Wrecker.” Crosshair smirked as Wrecker sputtered out protests.
Meanwhile, Tech was faced with a dilemma. He had yet to borrow Echos cologne, however, going into the refresher after Wrecker was...very ill-advised, to be kind. “Tech! Come on!” Omega called after him excitedly. Seeking his options, Tech's brown eyes settled on an aerosol cleaner. With no time to lose, Tech seized the can and sprayed the lemon-scent across his neck and shoulders. Hoping no one at dinner would question the citrus scent, before rushing to join his brothers.
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The setting sun cast a warm orange glow onto Shep’s porch. Illuminating the porch were some small white lanterns that hung above the tropical-smelling violet flowers. On the porch, Tech busied himself by helping set the table. He ensured that each plate was clean and placed firmly on the table. Making sure the napkins were precisely folded, Tech took a moment to gaze out to the stunning island view, a hint of anticipation crossed along his sharp features.
However, such a view paled in comparison to a particular young woman walking up to the balcony. Tech’s gaze lingered on her silky orange hair, how effortlessly the strands flow back in the salty island breeze. Meanwhile, her soft purple eyes moved from one of her teammates to another. Her smile held confidence, and a bit of a smirk. Tech had to deduce that she was likely giving her team instructions on how to conduct themselves at dinner.
“Remember girls, we’re still in first impression mode. So please remember your table manners. I’m looking at you, Naomi.” Heather smirked at her friend while Naomi rolled her eyes. As the girls continued up the winding path to Shep’s feast, Heather smiled. “Alright girls, here we are. We’re not here to sell Star Command protection like a product, we’re here to convince Mayor Shep that Intergalactic Cooperation is a good idea.”
The intoxicating smell of Ronto enveloped the girls as they entered the porch. “Welcome!” Shep beamed, setting the roasted Ronto down on the table. “Please, allow me to introduce the protectors of our island: Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Omega, and our newest addition, Crosshair.” Hearing Tech’s name, Heather’s eyes lit up in admiration. Tech is a protector of this island? She felt that warm feeling spread through her chest at the thought. Noticing her soft gaze, Tech stayed hunched over, averting his eyes. Him, a protector? No, no, Shep was just being polite. He was an invader, a conqueror, an agent...not a protector.
Exchanging pleasantries came easy. A smile, a firm handshake, and a “Nice to meet you” spoke professional volumes. But once Tech’s brown eyes met Heather’s purple eyes, the words “Nice to see you again.” were caught in their throats. And yet, the silence between them felt...right, comfortable, even. As Tech pulled out the seat next to him, a soft smile graced Heather’s lips as she settled in next to the Clone Commando.
“Oh...thank you.” Heather said softly.
“My pleasure.” Tech responded.
“So, my understanding is that you’ve come to us offering protection.” Shep stated, his soft gaze steady on Heather. “How did this ‘Star Command’ hear about the invasion?” Tech tensed slightly in his seat, gripping his fork tightly while trying to push the horrors of that day to the back of his mind.
“Star Command is a paramilitary organization in the Gamma Quadrant galaxy.” Heather explained, her tone earnest. “Our primary mission is ensuring the galaxy’s safety. This plays a large role in the well-being of not only our specific galaxies, but the universe itself.” Hunter nodded thoughtfully, a hand on his chin. While Crosshair maintained his skeptical gaze, his arms folded over his chest.
Celeste chimed in, a hint of importance in her delivery. “Psi-Corps works closely with Star Command’s Universe Protection Unit, headed by Heather’s brother, Buzz Lightyear.” Murmurs of awe and appreciation rippled across the table. Tech’s eyes lit up in fascination while Heather averted her gaze to the floor, a faint pink coloring her cheeks. “Our universal informants alerted us to the Empire’s attempted expansion. Which has worried the Galactic Alliance.”
Shep nodded grimly. “Yes, we were lucky the Empire left when they did. Who knows what could have happened if they decided to take over...” Shep looked up from his plate, his brow raised quizzically. “This island is remote, known to very few outsiders. How were you able to find us?” He posed directly. “A team of informants have been monitoring the Empire’s activities since their rise to power.” Heidi answered reassuringly. “They’re the ones who tracked the Empire here and logged the invasion.”
‘They know.’ Tech thought, a shiver running down his spine.
Listening to reminders of the invasion...his invasion...was bad enough. But here they are, speaking about the invasion, with four young women unaware they were dining with the one responsible. Tech tried to keep his eyes focused, despite his racing heartbeat. It was him...It was him...His fault...His fault...He put down his fork abruptly, hiding his sweaty, trembling hand. Closing his eyes, Tech tried to slow his breathing, forcing his shoulders to relax while the tension remained in his neck. This was the most inopportune time to bolt from the table while screaming. He would never live down the humiliation of his brothers wrestling him to the ground, yelling at him to “calm down” and “snap out of it.”
Not in front of Heather.
Tech felt something warm from his left. He knew this warmth wasn’t from the setting sun or evening air. He turned to meet Heather’s gaze towards him, her eyes of twilight soft while tinged with a hint of concern. Her brow softened while her jaw slightly tightened. As she gently leaned towards him, a silent question hung between them.
Are you OK?
Tech quickly straightened his posture, absolutely refusing to even risk looking foolish. He had plenty of time to make blunders later, but not at the dinner table. Flashing the sweet girl a lopsided grin, he picked up his fork and resumed eating his meal.
Hunter’s smoky voice broke Heather out of her analytic gaze. “So, if I’m understanding you correctly, informants from this...Universe Protection Unit alerted you?” Blinking a few times, Heather pulled herself away from Tech and met Hunter’s steady gaze. “That’s correct, Sargent.” She responded as Naomi and Wrecker discreetly helped themselves to more delicacies. Meanwhile, Crosshair noticed Omega lowering a vegetable down to Solar, who licked it up greedily.
Taking a deep breath, Heather turned to Shep, meeting his intrigued gaze. “Mayor Hazard, the Empire’s expansion to this Outer Rim is of great concern to Star Command and the Galactic Alliance. We would like to offer Pabu’s refugees protection from the Empire’s direct threat to the universe.” Heather’s tone maintained confidence while Tech found himself silently cheering her on. A flicker of hope sparked in his weary eyes.
“You want to contain the Empire?” Crosshair snarled. “Good luck with that, Toots. The Empire is stronger than a bunch of peacekeepers. You’ll be wiped out in five minutes.” Despite the blatant pessimism in her face, Heather remained calm and steady, telling herself this was part of the job.
“That’s why they’re here, Crosshair.” Wrecker’s deep voice rumbled just after swallowing his food. “We coulda been on fire or at the bottom of the ocean if it wasn’t for Omega.” His good eye moved over to Omega, filled with admiration for all she had been through on Tantiss.
“Let’s hear them out.” Omega stated firmly. “We can’t protect an entire island on our own if the Empire comes back.”
Heather nodded, briefly smiling at Omega. “Should the heavens forbid, the Empire returns,” She continued, her tone flowing with gentle confidence. “Star Command has the ability and resources to counteract them. Every rocket used by Space Rangers is equipped with an advanced hyperdrive. We will be able to cross our galaxy into yours within minutes. We also have multiple teams of highly trained and combat effective Space Rangers. I’ve seen these guys can respond to all kinds of situations, a hostile takeover will be easy for them to stomp out. We also have sentient robots, or droids, as you call them, among our crew and personnel.”
Hunter nodded along with Omega, thoughtful expressions lighting up their faces. Meanwhile, Wrecker continued scarfing down food, an impressed, approving hum occasionally leaving his lips. While Crosshair maintained his skeptical glare, his eyes narrowed on Heather. Tech, however, had found himself entranced. Not only by Heather’s planning and resources, but from her soothing voice. That same warm feeling from earlier was spreading through his chest, and he had yet to determine its cause.
“The Galactic Alliance regularly faces threats from Emperor Zurg. However, Star Command has been able to contain this crime boss to a subsection of Sector 4. Moreover, my brother has overpowered Zurg several times throughout his career. I’ve seen him do this myself.” Heather said, a hint of pride creeping into her voice. Shep nodded contemplatively, his gaze softening towards the girls.
“You’re dealing with a schoolyard bully,” Crosshair stated. “We’re facing an oppressive military force, and you still think you can contain them?” “We know.” Naomi smirked, causing Heather and Celeste to tense slightly. “We’re not here to kick Empire ass, as much as we want to. We’re here to protect you guys from a bunch of Military bigwigs.” Wrecker chimed in, his mouth full. “Well, if they can keep an Emperor in his timeout corner, then protecting an island planet is a piece of cake! Works for me!”
“Indeed.” Shep added thoughtfully. “Surely, we are to repay you for protecting us, now or in the future.” Celeste straightened in her seat before addressing Shep. “The main goal of this mission is Intergalactic Peacekeeping. A shared value all of us will greatly benefit from. One of our priorities is to maintain Pabu’s sovereignty. To do this, we agree not to have a say in Pabu’s governing procedures or lawmakings. Taking this a step further, Star Command will never enforce a martial law on you or your civilians.” Heather nodded in approval, offering Tech a reassuring smile.
“So, it’s a soft takeover, then?” Crosshair sneered. “Not at all.” Heather reassured, her gaze steady despite Crosshair’s intense stare. “We will do everything in our power to ensure our presence will not disrupt your daily lives.” “How?” Hunter inquired. “Are you going to have your informants swarm the island?” Naomi shared a knowing smirk with Heidi.
“Usually, when Star Command offers long-term assistance, we establish a base to monitor conditions and respond as needed.” Heather explained. “Our bases can be constructed quickly without any disruption to the environment. In this case, I would recommend selecting an uninhabited island near lower Pabu. The base there would be equipped with Eco-Friendly equipment and procedures, which would preserve the island’s integrity.” Tech considered the logistics, concluding the odds of a sustainable base tilted heavily in their favor.
“About those informants...” Naomi chimed in, her mischievous smile earning worried looks from the rest of the girls. “Couldn't help but notice your ‘Imperial Credits’ carry the same weight as our Galactic Alliance Credits, or ‘GACS’. So, instead of sending our boring informants, why not recruit from here? They get paid by Star Command, then they spend that money here, and everyone wins!”
Naomi smirked at the bewildered looks from the Batch, while Heather and Celeste shared a relieved, but pleased glance. “That’s what happens when you grow up in an Economic Society.” She stated as she leaned back, her arm slinging around Heidi. While Heidi gazed at Naomi with love and admiration, Shep stared at his plate, his brow focused in contemplation. The table held their breath, waiting anxiously for his thoughts.
“I will say this.” Shep stated. “My people desperately need protection, we can’t afford to cross our fingers that the Empire won’t return. They know where we are...They know where to find us...” Tech shivered in his seat. “If it were up to me alone, I would support you in this endeavor. But our democracy works by the will of our people. They are the ones who guide Pabu’s decisions and determine our destiny.” Shep continued as he took a sip of his drink. “What I can do is call a meeting. Where you can present your ideas to our people, allowing them to make an informed decision. I hope you understand.”
“We completely understand, Mayor Hazard.” Heather answered reassuringly. “And we truly appreciate your support, we look forward to meeting with everyone to discuss our plans in detail.” Shep held up his cup, sending an excited smile towards Heather. “Please, call me Shep. Now, let me propose a toast...to new friends, protection, and intergalactic cooperation!” With that, cups clicked together with smiles and smirks shared around the table. Clicking his cup with Heather’s, Tech’s face lit in a rare smile. Heather felt herself melt, the corners of her mouth lifting to the sky.
“Hear! Hear!” A chipper voice broke through the air. Shep smiled as Pabu’s liberator of Ancient Wonders climbed onto the balcony. “Sooooo, these are the new ‘protectors of Pabu’ I’ve heard so much about today.” Phee stated, her eyes drifting over to Naomi and Heidi cuddled up at the table. “Well, didn’t know Kaminoians had hair, looks nice. And our first Chiss hangin’ on your arm? Not bad!” Naomi let out a laugh as Heidi smiled, nuzzling her cheek into Naomi’s arm. Phee then looked over to Celeste, taking in the red cross on her tunic. “Liiiiiiittle too small to be a Space Ranger, I’d definitely stick to medicine if I were you.” Phee lightly teased. Celeste looked a bit perplexed before shifting her gaze to Heather. “Ooh! Let me guess...” Phee commented, her gaze on Heather. “Studied Psychology to find yourself? Some people are still lookin’, you know.” Heather let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes.
“Oh, God...” Crosshair grumbled as Omega tried her best not to let out a giggle. “Phee!” Shep softly exclaimed. “So glad to have you join us! Yes, you’ve heard correctly. The Star Command Psi-Corps are here to prevent another Empire invasion.” Phee’s brow lifted in intrigue as she spoke. “Well, that’s very sweet of them. Force knows we need the help after...the incident.” With a critical eye, she turned a sharp gaze towards Tech.
Tech felt his blood run cold as he gripped his fork tighter than before, trying to focus on his Ronto. Great. Just as he managed to get through this dinner, along came Phee to stir the pot. She knew what he did, exactly what he did...and now...she was here...here to reveal the truth. At this moment, he couldn't bear to look at Heather. Merely imagining her face twisting from a gentle kind smile to horror and disappointment was almost too much for him. He had only just met this woman, and now, this story would end in the same fashion as the others: Heather would distance herself from him, avoid him when he walked into the town square, and then look at him with disgust.
Meanwhile, Heather tried to decipher the pointed look Phee aimed at Tech. ‘Did something happen between them?’ She wondered. ‘Maybe she’s an ex-girlfriend? She’s missing out, though. But still...’ Heather’s thoughts were interrupted by Phee’s probing tone, her hamd on her hip. “So, I’ll assume that you were given a brief on the invasion. How our ports were destroyed...our sea-skiffs damaged...our homes searched and almost set on fire.” She asked while Tech tried not to flinch. “Yes. I was given a classified dossier before we left.” Heather answered, her brow softening empathetically. “I’m so sorry you had to go through something like this.”
Phee shrugged, her gaze unwavering between the two. “What’s done is done. But did anyone tell you how they found us?” She continued questioning. Tech’s heart picked up speed, this couldn't be happening. No...Not now...Not now...He clenched his fork tightly, doing everything he could to stay composed under Phee’s intense gaze. “All I can say is those details were few and far between.” Heather answered, her tone confident as she met Phee’s gaze. “Why do you ask?” Meanwhile, Hunter’s shoulders tensed, his eyes holding a dark warning.
This was it. This was the moment Heather would learn the truth about the man...monster...she had dined with. The feast was ruined, and Tech knew he would soon be curled into himself on the couch, the blankets over him a shield from the unforgiving outside world. “Curiosity.” Phee chirped. With that, Tech slowly released a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. This was quite a rare and momentous occasion where history wasn’t repeating itself.
“But I’m sure Tech could give you more insight.” Phee’s voice dripped with accusation.
Kriff. Tech’s whole body stiffened at Phee’s remark.Feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his neck, he didn’t need to turn his head to feel Heather’s inquisitive gaze towards him. “Isn’t there something you wanna tell her, Brown Eyes?” Phee prompted, holding back from lacing her voice with venom.
“Yes...Th-There is...” Tech stammered as he turned to face Heather. “Ms. Lightmoon, I believe that it is imperative that...that you know...” Tech averted his eyes, why was this so hard?! This was the truth...the truth that Heather deserved. “That I fully support Star Command’s endeavor to protect Pabu, and I intend to fully support your cause and assist in my full capacity!” Tech promised before awkwardly jutting out his stiff hand. Oh, how was he capable of making such a blunder at the dinner table?! He knew he was due for weeks of teasing, assuming his brothers would allow him to live this down...
That’s when Tech felt something small and delicate, yet a ethereal warmth grasp his large hand. Looking up, he met Heather’s purple eyes sparkling with the stars she shared with him earlier. Her lips parted in a timid smile, her cheeks painted an usual shade of pink and red. Closing his hand around hers, Tech could feel her pulse rapidly building. “Thank you, Tech.” Heather spoke softly, her shy tone matching her smile perfectly. “That...means a lot to me...” She trailed off, her gaze meeting him more comfortably. Possibly...was she...getting lost in his eyes as well?
In a rare moment, Tech felt his entire body loosen up. Here and now, his past didn’t matter. However, holding his focus is the woman made of stars holding his hand...both lost in each other's eyes...she mattered. More than any atomic makeup in this universe, she mattered to him. Tech’s hand hesitantly tightened around Heather’s, and felt that surprising warmth radiate through his body as she reciprocated the gesture. Reciprocity...Finally, that word made sense. Daring to dream for a fleeting moment...perhaps he mattered just as much to her...
So, I got this fun idea from @leenathegreengirl and I thought you guys would like to see Heather's Mood Board. Explanations included, of course!
Animal: Bunny
Heather IS Tech’s little bunny, after all! For her gentle, quiet, introspective nature, and how she easily gets flustered. Heather is usually non-confrontational and tries to avoid conflict, which she gets better with over time. She often enjoys cozy spaces and cuddling up with her beloved.
Location: Philadelphia
Known for its unique culture, experiences, and passionate sports fans, Heather could definitely call this city home! She would be a regular at Reading Terminal Market and have visited every museum in the city. Her favorite museum being the Franklin Institute.
Plant: Heather
True to her namesake, Heather’s ability to grow and blossom despite her adversity. Never knowing her brother, being orphaned and then taken from her home, and surviving the Academy. Despite everything, Heather has faced adversity and found growth.
Character: Jessie
Jessie knows she has her own struggles and fears to overcome, especially fear of abandonment. However, she faces those struggles head on and ends up finding her own family again. Heather and Jessie are very close, and eventually become Sister-In-Laws.
Season: Fall
Finally, the scorching heat box called summer is over. Now it’s time for jeans, cozy sweaters, holidays, and fall festivals. Thankfully, it’s still warm during the day, but come nightfall, you can find people like Heather snuggled up in a comfy blanket.
Hobby: Martial Arts
Powerful and purposeful, just like Heather’s star abilities. Heather knows that her powers have the potential to hurt someone, so she was taught from a young age to know her limits and never use her gifts to harm someone. This takes the same discipline when learning martial arts.
Color: Soft Purple
Although purple is more of a royal color, the color also tends to show up in pictures of galaxies and nebulae. Heather being naturally comfortable in the vastness of space, as well as her soft-spoken personality, softens the color from something regal to something outworldly.
Crystal: Tourmaline
This crystal can produce an electric charge under pressure, and can even be used in heating and cooling elements. Heather is extremely knowledgeable about Crystallic Fusion, as per her work with Star Command. The variations of this crystal are also quite beautiful.
Food: Macaroni and Cheese
Soft, warm, comforting to come home to. This dish definitely embodies Heather’s outward nature and her role in a romantic relationship. Heather usually lavishes her partner with warmth and affection when they come home, as does this dish when served at dinner.
But what Mood Board would be complete without the cutest couple this side of the Gamma Quadrant?
Ladies and Gentlemen...IT IS HERE!!!
THE Canon-Centric story for TechMoon! I put a LOT of love into this, and of course, it had to be PERFECT! (At least, in my humble opinion.) PLEASE ENJOY!!!
Link to A03, if you would like to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63785863/chapters/163551484
Chapter One: Intergalactic Emergency
The large conference room stifled with the sheer number of Rangers in attendance. Usually, this room would never be used for mission briefings. Some briefings were even given informally: “Hey, can you guys go get that rogue robot? He went haywire in the repair pod again.” Then there were top-secret assignments that could only be discussed behind two locked doors and get stamped with CLASSIFIED once complete. But today, the tension in the room was palpable. Rangers exchanged nervous looks, some tapped pens on the desks impatiently, most of them gritted their teeth and clenched their shaking hands.
This is an intergalactic emergency.
“Alright! Listen up!” Commander Nebula boomed, his usually confident voice tinged with grave concern. “As many of you know, there’s been a situation a few galaxies over. But in case you’ve been living under a rock, I’ll break it down: While most of you were wrapping up at the Academy, this galaxy was locked in a brutal, but self-contained civil war. Known to us as the Clone Wars. However, we have seen that the Empire, a totalitarian dictatorship, has taken power very quickly.”
A few stunned gasps and bitter nods punctuated the silence for a moment. The room darkened before a large galaxy projected across the wall, outlined by three concentric circles. “This first circle is the Core World. Most of the Empire’s base of operations are stationed here. Second circle is the Mid-Rim, also firmly under Empire control.” A young ranger shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fidgeting with his fingers. Commander Nebula continued, gesturing to the third circle.
“This is the Outer Rim, where we need to draw the line. If this Empire expands to other galaxies, we’re staring down the barrel of an intergalactic crisis.” On the hologram, a planet was highlighted, the name Scarif illuminated on the very outskirts of this rim. “This is Scarif, located in the outermost part of the Outer Rim.” Commander Nebula continued. “Recently, the Empire attacked one of their remote island states: Pabu. This was an unprovoked attack, no prior warning or reason given to the best of our knowledge. Pabu is the home to refugees from the previous Clone Wars.” With that, outcries of shock, rage, and sorrow filled the room. Kai, a veteran ranger, shared a meaningful look with his captain. While Blair, a rookie fresh out of the academy, shivered in her seat with her eyes wide with apprehension.
“Do I really need to say it?! THE LAST THING THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE NEEDS IS THIS EMPIRE KNOCKING DOWN OUR DOOR!!!” Commander Nebula took a breath before continuing. “Usually, we can handle that dastardly Zurg on our own. He may be a pain in our ass, but at the end of the day, he’s just one crime boss. This Empire is a unified military force we can’t afford to reckon with. They got men, firepower, and damn good tactics that would make our founders cry. What we need is a team willing to make contact with the Pabu refugees and offer Star Command protection.”
“Whoever chooses to accept this mission is agreeing to a new frontier in protecting the universe from evil in the form of intergalactic cooperation.” Buzz Lightyear added, rising from his seat at the front. “But be aware: You will be working outside of the boundaries of the Galactic Alliance. You will be subject to the laws of the galaxy we are sending you to, so the Galactic Alliance won’t be able to support you in their usual capacity. In layman’s terms, if you or your team are captured by the Empire, there is very little we can do to secure your release.” Buzz paused for a moment, letting the intensity of the mission swirl across the room. “I understand how dangerous this mission is, but the rewards for a successful completion are long-term. Not only is this the first step in promoting intergalactic cooperation, we can begin intergalactic diplomacy, perhaps even trade, once this Empire is usurped from power.”
After a long silence, Heather Lightmoon stood from her seat, her long orange hair flowing down to her waist. Her purple celestial eyes radiated a determined gleam, a stark contrast to her small frame. Unlike the standard Star Command uniform, she donned a simple white tunic, etched with purple trimmings. A pleated skirt with the same purple edging ended at her mid-thigh. Underneath, she wore black spandex shorts for dignity. Her white boots ended at her knees, also edged with purple at the fastenings and soles. She armed herself with a crossbow settled on a gauntlet above her half-gloves. Embroidered into the center of her tunic was a purple psi symbol, with a comet soaring above. Heather wore this unique insignia with pride, a symbol of her independence, setting her apart from the standard-issue Star Command uniforms.
“The Star Command Psi-Corps are honored to accept this mission.” Heather stated with confidence.
No one in the room said a word, who else but Psi-Corps would take on such a risk? Especially in another galaxy entirely?! Buzz surveyed the room, seeking out anyone else who would show a speck of interest in this special operation. Captain Novar averted her eyes, Sargent Maddox’s lip tightened, even Captain Rocco hesitated, surveying his team’s worried looks. Commander Nebula nodded. “Very well, if you and your girls will accept this mission, I approve your departure.” “I second.” Buzz stated. “Good luck, girls. And Heather...please be careful.”
Before Heather, Celeste, and Naomi could gather more information, Officer Stella sprung from her seat, her voice snarled in protest. “Captain Lightyear, Commander Nebula, I must protest in the strongest form. This team lacks the experience, capabilities, and discipline needed for such a mission.”
Naomi, the tallest of the three girls, swirled around to face their Commanding Officer. Her short bobbed hair flew behind her, revealing the two white dots on her forehead that contrast her grey skin. Two stripes adorn each of her cheeks below her deep alien eyes. Her three grey fingers clench into a tight fist as she straightens her elongated neck. Snarling at their Commanding Officer, a deep rumble came from her chest that nearly filled the room. She armed herself with a whip and donned a uniform similarly to Heather’s, only her edging was a deep pink. To stand out, Naomi opted for a sword crossed with a spear for her insignia. Reminding herself and others of the team’s strength.
“And why is that?!” Naomi snarled. “You’ve sent us on dangerous missions before without a care in the world!” Officer Stella’s eyes narrowed, sending daggers at Naomi. “I assume you heard Captain Lightyear very clearly. This mission is in another galaxy, where all of you are subject to a totalitarian dictatorship. You girls are reckless, which will lead to your capture within a few days. And there will be nothing we can do to secure your release.” Officer Stella stated. “Oh really?” Naomi snapped back. “Where was that concern when you sent us to infiltrate that cannibal restaurant? Or when you ordered us to the surface of Planet Z to collect samples? And let’s not forget the time our comms were shut down on friggin’ TRADEWORLD! You’re not worried if we can complete this mission, you’re just pissed that we keep coming back from your suicide missions!”
Meanwhile, Celeste’s sapphire blue eyes were filled with concern. She gently placed her gloved hand on Naomi’s elbow, urging her to settle down. Her medium-length blue hair was a lighter shade than her eyes, which stood out from her pale skin and small stature. She also donned the Psi-Corps uniform with blue edging, choosing to arm herself with a simple metal staff. For her insignia, she chose a diamond spreading its wings with the medical cross centered inside.
“With all due respect, Officer Stella, our record shows that we’ve completed several dangerous missions.” Celeste stated. “We also have resources: A shuttle that can sustain life support and transport large quantities; Communication systems that we know how to set up while we’re there; a certified emotional support animal; and Heidi Nu’duru is familiar with the galaxy we’re being assigned to.” Stella’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching tightly as her knuckles turned white. “And where did those resources come from?!” She retorted. “You found an old ship, somehow connected a crystallic chamber, and now you fly it around unregulated! As for Ms. Nu’duru, she works in food service and isn’t even qualified to go on missions. And you’re still bringing that mangy cat on missions?!” Stella slammed her hands on the desk in front of her, scattering papers around the conference room. “Clearly, this team regularly disregards the directives of Star Command! These insubordinate girls are NOT ready for a mission this intense!”
“Officer Stella, that’s enough!” Commander Nebula’s voice boomed as fixed his eyes on her. “As head of Star Command, I already gave this team the go-ahead. These girls have proven their worth time and time again on risky assignments. They will be provided with any resources necessary to complete the mission, all information will be shared with them, and we will do everything on our part to ensure a successful mission! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”
Recognizing her defeat, Stella’s eyes dived to the floor as her shoulders deflated. She crossed her arms over her chest and she mumbled her affirmation, avoiding eye contact with Commander Nebula. “Psi-Corps, your team is dismissed to prepare for this important mission. Gather any personnel and supplies you need, and let us know when you’re ready to ship out” Buzz stated, his blue eyes locked onto Heather’s eyes. “And I want you girls to know...you are the pride and joy of Star Command. We wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Heather, knowing her brother believed in her, felt as though she already had everything she needed for this critical mission. She straightened her posture and gave a crisp salute to her brother, ready to lead her team on the first step to intergalactic cooperation. “We won’t let Star Command down.”
Chapter Two: Framed Brown Eyes
Rain on the island paradise of Pabu was rare. Yet, rain was a necessity for the lush flora of the island to thrive, for the earthy scents of flowers and damp grass enhancing the senses, alongside the added benefit of getting to skip watering the plants that day. Rain also provided a calming atmosphere, which was quite similar to Kamino, despite the cold eugenicists that inhabited the planet. Dark clouds rumbled over the island, shaking the earth and signaling the refugees to seek shelter.
Tech continued walking, ignoring the rumbles of thunder overhead.
Growing up on Kamino, he was used to the pattering of raindrops hitting the steel roof, the wind pounding against the reinforced windows of the Tapoca City, and the never ending thunder that could lull him and his brothers to sleep. As the water hit the thin layers of his tunic, Tech continued down the path, choosing to ignore the beauty of the island rather than pick up something like a flower and study it closely.
He shouldn’t even be here. The last thing he...nay, CX-2 remembered was a searing pain in his abdomen accompanied by the tingles of electric shocks across his body. Force knows how long time had passed before he opened his eyes with a start, adjusting to the dim light of the tent and the cold air of his surroundings. Tech was alive, laying on a rough military cot while being attended to by a Veteran Clone. CT-0113, nicknamed Eaglet, served as a double agent, following orders from the Empire while completing missions for the growing Clone Rebellion.
During the dismantling of Tantiss' base, he had found CX-2 attached to the wall, clinging to life by a thread. Eaglet, despite the risk of facing the Empire’s punishment for desertion, carefully escorted the clone commando out of the base before tending to his wounds. Once Tech’s physical scars healed, Eaglet established a secure connection to contact Rex about the Rebellion’s new recruit. Hearing the numbers “9902” made Rex immediately contact Echo, who ran an emergency flight to reunite Tech with the rest of the family.
The cold wind gripped him, causing him to tense for a moment. A flashbang in his mind went off, and he felt himself strapped to the icy metal table again. He could still feel the constant needles piercing him, scalpels digging into his skin, and blood flowing out of his veins in his dreams. Oh, who was he kidding? They were nightmares. Every night he had them, and every night they got worse.
He could still feel the pain of Dr. Hemlock’s injections. He still remembered the sheer panic of being completely blind and unable to fight back against his captors. Despite being trained to endure the most brutal of torture techniques, he could still hear himself screaming for help. For the first time in his entire life, he screamed for Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Rex, Omega...even Crosshair. Smelling the burning of flesh binding to metal in the nearby facilities. Hearing other clones screaming for death. Feeling the painful electroshocks at his temples These flashbacks would attack him out of nowhere and seemed to be triggered by anything and everything these days.
During his time in the torture chambers, he remembered Dr. Hemlock saying something about a “Dark Trooper”, but the topic was never elaborated further. At least, not in front of him. Tech had been meaning to research further into this Dark Trooper program, but his mental limitations impacted his desire to learn more. Every time he would try to search for answers, his stomach would twist in knots. He could feel his heart rate elevate, as he searched further. His breathing would become more erratic until he found himself back in Hemlock’s lab. He would scream for Hemlock to tell him what he wanted with him. What was the purpose of this project?! Why Him?! Alas, Hemlock would only stand in silence, not answering any questions until Hunter or Wrecker pulled Tech out of his hallucination; usually by ripping his datapad out of his hands, dragging him outside, and making him lay in the grass until he calmed down.
Dark Trooper...was that what the Empire wanted him for? Was that the monster they were trying to twist his exceptional mind into? The same monster who invaded Pabu...? Tech had tried telling himself that it wasn’t him who invaded the island, it was that monster. That...thing Hemlock wanted him to be. And yet, he remembered marching into the island to locate Omega, relaying information back to command, and ordering stormtroopers to search the domiciles until she was found. As much as he wanted to forget, to repress, the fact that he was there...and he was responsible. That would stay with him, and the refugees of Pabu.
The stares were worse than the memories and scars. Tech was used to strange looks, seeing as he was different compared to the other clones. However, him being the mastermind of the invasion made him stand out even more. Children would stare, of course, but they were children, they didn’t know any better. A select few children would light up in fascination before being whisked away quickly by their guardians. Most of the children he encountered would avoid looking directly at him, shrinking in fear if he got too close.
Not only the children would stare and look away, but almost everyone on the planet would stare when they thought he wouldn’t notice, and then quickly look away when he turned to face them. Thankfully, everyone had taken shelter from the storm, so Tech felt safe walking about outdoors, despite the rain soaking him down to his undergarments. His thoughts turned to his brothers as he rounded the corner of the long trail.
Hunter would look at him with sympathy, but he could still feel the Sargent’s sadness behind his comforting words and gestures. Such gestures included lots of blankets, preparing Tech’s favorite beverages, just sitting and talking to him, or knowing when Tech needed some space. While Echo had a more understanding look, Tech would internally question if he really, truly understood the pain of having his teeth drilled or having little implants sliced into him without the use of anesthetic. Although Wrecker tried to hide it, he was angry. His good eye burned with a restrained rage whenever he looked Tech’s way, ready to smash the nearest object to pieces for his brother. But what would that accomplish? Destruction wouldn’t bring the old Tech back. And then there was Crosshair, who had his own traumatic events to process and dissect.
Omega continued to look up to him, yet she still maintained the same look of utter despair as when he sacrificed himself. Such guilt plagued him in his waking moments daily. If he wasn’t having a nightmare or flashback, the guilt of leaving Omega to the clutches of Hemlock and his brothers to search for her without him consumed him.
Even Phee looked at him differently.
Once he was brought back to Pabu, he had hoped that Phee could provide some respite from his traumatic experiences on Tantiss. However, in his attempts to open up to her, the fact became clear that she hadn’t quite forgiven him for running off without a proper goodbye. Another regret Tech had to process in his waking hours. What he should’ve said to her...what he could’ve done...How the interaction would’ve played out differently...and all that he didn’t say.
And now, there was nothing left for her to say to him. When she looked at him, he saw fear, anger, and despair in her eyes. No longer did she look at him with a sparkle in her eye or a flirty smile. Now, she just turned her head away from him whenever she saw him coming. No matter what he tried to do: sitting next to her, offering to help her, she would still turn away from him.
And every single one of these changes hurt.
Despite change being a fundamental part of life. Despite having to adapt to his new life as an ex-soldier, and seeing his scarred body every time he looked in the mirror, seeing the result of the changes to his entire being was too painful to bear anymore.
He wished they had just left him to die.
His toes neared the edge of the cliff, as he looked out, Tech allowed himself one last spark of hope. That maybe...just maybe...someone he loved would call his name...
NO!
Something within him screamed, causing Tech to step back from the cliff. Where did this come from? Was this what little was left of his conscience? Could this be the old Tech calling out to him? Urging him not to make such an irreversible decision? Tech took a few more steps back from the cliff, breathing heavily as he realized what he was about to do.
He had fallen once on Eriadu, which devastated his brothers and traumatized Omega. What would be accomplished if he jumped?! Nothing! How would that help his family?! It wouldn’t! If anything, jumping off that cliff would reopen old wounds he caused with Plan 99. No, he couldn't do that to Omega. He couldn't put his brothers through that pain again.
Tech knew he was born to be a soldier, to adapt and carry on in the face of adversity. But the heavy guilt was something he never expected to have to carry with him. By trade, he was an engineer, he knew how to fix complex engines, build brain scanners, and safely extract Ipsum. But the way the refugees looked at him in fear, as if he could grab their child or break into their domicile, or worse, how Phee barely looked in his direction...he didn’t know where to start to repair those wounds.
Nevertheless, falling again would only cause his family more pain than necessary. As Tech’s back pressed against the stone wall, he had to find a way to fix the pain he caused. If only he knew how to begin.
Tech needed a light.
Chapter Three: We Come in Peace
The Kennedy Canaveral, a repurposed Space Shuttle once used for trips to the International Space Station, glided through the stars. After nearly two weeks of her journey, Scarrif was finally within reach, with an estimated arrival within a few hours. The soft hum of the ship echoed through the bridge, alongside the occasional melodic beep of a button pressed. Celeste scanned the ship’s monitors, noting the stability of the fuel cells. “Our fuel cells are doing well, but they’re already at fifty percent.” She reported, rubbing her temples. “We’ll need to get more for any necessary travel off-planet.”
“So, you’re saying they’re gonna send us packing as soon as we land?” Naomi asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow at Celeste. “I doubt it.” Heidi grinned, her red eyes sparkling at Naomi while her blue hand caressed her cheek. “The Ascendancy where I grew up was more isolationist, but after I left, the worlds outside of Chiss Space were very welcoming.” Naomi’s long fingers glided through Heidi’s deep blue hair as she smirked at Celeste. “See? Nothing to worry about! We go in, we play nice, and they like us. This is gonna be a breeze!”
Heather entered the bridge, her uniform crisp and freshly ironed, the white fabric shimmered under the ship’s lights. Solar, her familiar cat, perched on her shoulder. Her soft fuschia coat adorned with blue stripes had been brushed. The purple base of her wings were well-maintained, with her white feathers preened. The blue antlers between her ears had been polished, her lime green eyes surveyed the bridge. Heather checked the flight plan, smiling to herself before turning to address her team.
“Alright girls, we’re almost there.” She smiled. “We just have a few last-minute tasks before we land. We have 30 seconds to form an initial impression on these refugees, and we need to get this right. I’d like for you to please clean and press your uniforms. I know this is a pain, but we’ll look like a professional and capable team. Not like we’ve been living out of our laundry pile and scarfing down fast food for the past two weeks.”
Celeste nodded and surveyed her own uniform while Naomi and Heidi giggled. Heather smiled back and continued. “But if you aren’t cleaning and pressing your uniform, please clean the bridge. I already took to spot cleaning the outside of the ship before we left our final checkpoint, so the outside will be presentable when we land. But the refugees may want to see the inside of our ship. That, I don’t mind, transparency is important on a mission like this. Don’t worry, I’ll lock down any sensitive data beforehand. Any questions?”
“Yeah, who’s taking point?” Naomi asked, smirking as she cuddled Heidi closer. Heather thought back to their last mission, Celeste had navigated through a series of complex trade deals, using the diplomacy skills she had developed from her childhood as a princess. Just as a deal had been reached, insurgents broke into the meeting to demand hostages. Naomi, relying on her strength and fighting abilities during her time in the Ragers Gang, took point. Defending the diplomats alongside her teammates. Once the dust settled, Heather took point, wasting no time calming and reassuring both sides that Star Command would investigate the Insurgents.
Psi-Corps didn’t rely on a conventional leader, but the fact that Heather took point on the majority of missions earned her the status of de-facto leader. Despite being the leader on paper, Heather always valued Celeste and Naomi’s input and life experiences. Believing true leadership came from empowering others, she encouraged open discussions and joint decision making.
“This mission is going to test every one of us.” Heather replied. “We know our strengths, what we’re good at, and how we get things done. So, I think it’s best that we all take point on this mission.” Celeste’s eyes widened in surprise as Heather addressed her. “Celeste, your strength lies in peace and diplomacy. I think you would be successful in negotiations with the local government.” Naomi smirked heartily, as Heather turned to her. “Naomi, I know you care deeply about defending yourself and others, that’s why I’ll let you show the refugees exactly how Star Command will come to their aid, if need be.” Heidi’s smile dazzled as she gazed at Naomi. “Heidi, I’m putting my utmost trust in your advice as we navigate a galaxy you call home.” Heather smiled.
Solar meowed and rubbed herself against Heather’s cheek approvingly. “I’m glad to have your paw print of approval, Solar. You just keep being your adorable self.” Heather chuckled as she scratched behind Solar’s ears. “It’s a great idea, Heather.” Heidi said. “But ultimately, all of us will look to you for guidance.” Heather smiled and nodded, knowing her girls have what it takes to pull this off.
Soon, the Kennedy Canaveral glided towards the island of Pabu. The island is lush with vibrant plants, winding paths that could lead anywhere, a transparent soft blue ocean, and situated on a mountain with panoramic views of the sky. The girls gazed out the window as the shuttle approached closer and closer. “It’s...beautiful.” Celeste was the first to comment. Her eyes wide with appreciation. “Everything from here looks so peaceful, so...domestic.” Heather smiled over at her teammate. “Yes, it’s like the island itself is already wrapping us in a hug...” Heather softly stated, her own purple eyes sparkling. “Looks like a mountain of adventure...just waiting for us...” Naomi felt herself vibrating with excitement as she spoke. “An adventure I can’t wait to share with you, ner cyare.” Heidi sighed, intertwining her fingers with Naomi’s.
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“Tech, look!” Omega called excitedly as a ship gilded overhead. The whoosh of the engines surrounding them. While Omega’s eyes were wide with excitement, Tech’s pupils constricted in fear. The elongated ship was...unfamiliar. Could this be the Empire returning?! Could they have sent out a search party for him?! No...No...Think this through logically. This was an unusual ship, yes. But it bears no resemblance to anything in the imperial fleet.
“Come on!” Omega’s cheerful voice snapped Tech out of his rumination. Before Tech knew it, Omega was already dashing up the path to the Archaum, her legs moving as fast as they could carry her. Tech, on the other hand, kept a hesitant pace behind Omega. His boots dragging as he kept his sights on the unfamiliar ship, praying Imperials wouldn’t storm the island, looking for him.
Once they arrived at the shuttle, a decent crowd had formed. Their expressions were a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and apprehension. Tech’s gaze darted to the symbol near the shuttle door. A ringed planet posterior to a rocket, with two wings erupting from either side. He let out a slow sigh of relief. This was not the Empire, this is another unit entirely. Tech would usually analyse the meaning behind the symbol on the ship, or deconstruct each layer with his intense gaze. However, even the most basic engineering tasks had been cumbersome as of late.
The shuttle door opened, and four young women stepped out. While they were an array of various sizes and statures, Tech found the orange haired girl the most striking. Her purple eyes sparkled like stars, her long creamsicle hair flowed in the breeze, a graceful smile illuminated her face, and her uniform was recently cleaned and neatly pressed. This woman seemed more than a character out of place. She was...Celestial.
“Greetings! We are the Psi-Corps, a unit of Star Command invested in promoting galactic well-being and cooperation.” The young woman with long orange hair and purple eyes smiled sincerely as she held her hands up, parting her ring and middle fingers. “We understand the suffering and turmoil you have gone through, but please, rest assured: We come in peace.”
Most of the refugees eased their tense shoulders, a collective sigh escaping their lips. A few curious smiles graced their faces as their eyebrows softened. Their arms swayed freely while their feet pointed towards the shuttle. Meanwhile, other refugees raised their eyebrows skeptically, their shoulders and back still tense. Their quizzical gaze roamed appraisingly over these newcomers. Some stood with their hands on their hip, or with crossed arms.
“My name is Heather Lightmoon. I’m a Psychology Apprentice, studying under the supervision of Dr. Animus.” Heather smiled warmly and gestured to the lanky blue haired girl next to her. “Hello, my name is Princess Celeste of Io.” Celeste curtsied gracefully to the crowd. “I am studying for my medical license through Star Command’s robust medic program.” Celeste nodded to the taller kaminoan girl. “‘Sup? I’m Naomi. And I’m super stoked to be here. You guys already seem like a lot of fun!” Naomi grinned as her hand tightened around Heidi’s. Heidi waved to the crowd, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ritrot! Ch’eo nuhn carcir Heidi Nu’rudu!” Heidi spoke in her native tongue before switching to basic. “Hi! My name is Heidi Nu’duru!” Solar meowed from Heather’s shoulder. “And this is Solar. She’s very friendly and doesn’t mind if you pet her.” Heather introduced.
The crowd parted the way for a large bald man with his arms swinging loosely as he approached the ship. His broad smile put the skeptics at ease as he opened his arms in greeting. “Welcome!” His warm voice enveloped the team. “I see you’ve come a long way to promote intergalactic cooperation. My name is Shep Hazard, the mayor of this fine town. I’m excited to hear what brings you to our little corner of the universe.”
“Hello, Mayor Hazard.” Heather smiled, relieved she didn’t have to ask to be taken to their leader. “We are here to promote intergalactic cooperation, but more importantly, offer protection.” Heather’s eyes softened with sympathy. “We understand your people would feel wary of outsiders after the invasion. However, this unprovoked attack on innocent civilians is deeply concerning to Star Command. We hope that we can find a way to protect your island from further attacks while maintaining your sovereignty.”
“Well, well, isn’t that thoughtful of you ladies?” Shep beamed. “I think we can start with a nice feast of Roasted Ronto with the Clone Commandos who serve as the protectors of this island. I’m sure their insights would be valuable for your mission.” Heather nodded, an excited grin on her face. “We accept your invitation, and we would like to invite the citizens aboard our ship, the Kennedy Canaveral, for a look around.”
Tech, Omega, and the group of refugees who accepted the tour were ushered into the pristine bridge. A wave of fresh air followed the group inside, mixing with the sterile recycled air the girls relied on for life. Notably in the center of the bridge was a pilot’s seat, surrounded by control switches and advanced steering equipment. Directly in front of it were two other chairs with steering controls. Naomi, her voice bubbling with excitement, explained these doubled as gunner and emergency controls. An inconspicuous escape hatch was nestled comfortably between these two controls. To the right of the pilot’s chair stood a computer terminal, displaying the array of ship controls and Star Command information. To the left of the pilot’s chair was a basic medical station. The sterile surface gleamed, ready for a quick-fix.
Directly behind the medical station, two sliding doors opened to reveal a spacious infirmary wing. Six beds fully stocked with supplies and monitoring equipment lined the walls. Two large, translucent tanks were adjacent to the cabinets and counters. “This unit can adapt to any circumstance we may encounter on our missions.” Celeste explained, trying to hide the hint of pride in her voice. “This infirmary has served as a triage unit, a trauma bay, or a biology lab. The door you see at the back leads directly to my quarters, if anyone needs my immediate attention.”
Behind the computer terminal, a narrow hallway beckoned the group to the team’s private living quarters. Three doors, each distinguished by unique emblems, designated a bedroom for each team member. From the compact kitchen, the aroma of basil surrounded the group further down the hallway. “We had some basil grilled cheese for lunch, one of our favorites.” Heidi explained. Finally, the tour culminated at the very rear of the ship. Which housed the beating heart of the Kennedy Canaveral: a crystal pulsed with energy, beaming a kaleidoscope of colors around the room among the symphony of humming motors.
“Our main power source comes from...um...” Naomi trailed off.
“Crystallic fusion, which gives power to your ion engine.” Tech’s soft-spoken British accent piped up, his tone matter-of-fact with a hint of shyness.
Heather looked over at the tall clone and smiled softly. “How did you know?”
Tech glanced away awkwardly, intertwining his fingers so she wouldn’t notice his fidgeting. “I...am familiar with the distinct hums of various ion engines, such as yours. However, I have yet to distinguish an engine with a crystallic power source. The mere sound is...not only fascinating, but very...calming...”
Heather’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling, her brow furrowed thoughtfully before her soft smile returned as she listened to the gentle hum of the engine. “I never thought of the engine as calming. I guess I’m just so used to listening for any problems that I never noticed how...serene the sound can be.”
“Precisely.” Tech responded, his attention only on Heather while Celeste led the rest of the visitors out of the engine room.
“You hail from Star Command, correct?”
“Yup! Universe Protection Unit, same as my brother.” Heather responded, her tone light.
“You also have a brother?” Tech’s eyebrow raised as his head tilted. He felt his keen interest, which he thought he had lost, returning to him.
“Buzz Lightyear.” Heather smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride.
Tech felt his respiration rate constrict for a brief moment. Buzz Lightyear?! The Space Ranger is only known to this galaxy by reputation. Despite the high probability of never meeting the man, he was fortunate enough to be standing before Buzz’s sister. This situation was an unforeseen circumstance. An anomaly in the carefully crafted variables in the universe. This meeting defied every logical probability. Perhaps...coincidence was a better method of disseminating this chance encounter...?
“I take it you have brothers as well?” Heather asked after a long moment, interrupting his analysis. “That is correct. Technically, I am one of millions of clone troopers disseminated across the galaxy. However, with my own squad, designated as ‘The Bad Batch’, I am the second oldest among the genetically mutated...er, enhanced members.” Tech answered, his shoulders tensing slightly, ready to kick himself. Oh, why did he have to tell her they were genetically mutated?!
Rather than the odd stares or odd looks Tech was accustomed to, Heather’s purple eyes sparkled with...intrigue. And perhaps a bit of...affection? “Are you guys the protectors of the island Mayor Hazard mentioned?” She asked, rocking herself slightly. Tech glanced away, his entire body rigid, he wasn’t a protector. Not after what he’s done as that monster...CX-2. In a rare occurrence, Tech was at a loss for words. However, it would be impolite to leave a woman with such intriguing eyes without an answer.
“Exactly.” Tech stated bluntly, trying not to allow his posture to waver as the back of his exceptional mind screamed that he was lying. “Am I correct in assuming that you hail from the Gamma Quadrant of the Universe?” He asked, changing the subject. Heather’s soft gaze lit up with a knowing smile. “You seem to have taken the time to study the universe.”
Tech watched as Heather held her hand palm up, small stars erupting from her fingers to form a map of a galaxy he didn’t recognize. He noted the exact trajectory of each planet and the luminosity of each star, his eyes bright with appreciation. “The heart of the Galactic Alliance is here on Capital Planet.” She explained, one of the stars emitting brighter than others. “Buzz and I go there when we’re on shore leave. This planet over here is Tradeworld. It’s a planet teaming with danger, known for its vast criminal underworld. While Rizone over here is known for their peaceful inhabitants...”
As Heather explained her neck of the universe, Tech's eyes widened in awe of what she had demonstrated just for him. Noticing Tech’s expression, Heather quickly stopped talking and jerked her hand back towards herself, letting her stars fade out, “Oh...Sorry.” Heather apologized, her gaze turning downwards as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m made of stars, and...I really should warn people before I do that.” Although, Tech truly wished she hadn’t. He found her display of power and knowledge...fascinating...
“You...have travelled a long way to assist us.” Tech stated softly. “However...I noticed your ship lacks a hyperdrive.”
Heather’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment at Tech’s observation before responding. “Oh...Well...we’ve never really needed a hyperdrive. As...this is our first intergalactic mission.”
“Yes, I’m quite certain your mission will be the first of many. Your lack of a hyperdrive will become a crucial detriment to future intergalactic peace missions. A detriment that I am more than willing to remedy.”
Tech’s tone was earnest, where he felt that familiar spark ignite in his mind as soon as the offer left his mouth. For that brief moment, he was excited about a project he felt...strongly about. He felt his hips twitch, knowing his tools were easily within reach, eager to start collecting the parts needed to construct and install the hyperdrive. His hands trembled slightly in excitement, eager to learn every inch of this ship. It was almost as if the old Tech was back, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt such...passion. Heather’s purple eyes widened in appreciation as an excited smile graced her rosy cheeks. She grasped her hands together, intertwining her fingers as she did her best to keep her gaze to Tech. “I...We...would really...appreciate that. Thank you, Tech.”
“Tech?” Omega’s voice echoed into the engine room. “Sorry for interrupting, but Hunter wants us back home to get ready for Shep’s feast.” Her tone was slightly apologetic as Tech regained his composure, the spark in his eyes once again dimmed as he addressed her with his usual matter-of-fact bluntness. “Very well, Omega. I shall be there in short order.” Omega smiled at Heather before leading Tech out of the ship. “Bye, Heather. It was nice to meet you!” Heather returned the smile as she escorted the two out, doing her best to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
“Tech!” Heather called out after him, a faint pink caressed her cheeks. “I...I’ll see you at the feast, right?” Tech gazed back at her, allowing the faintest of smiles to grace his lips. “Yes. I will be there, Ms. Lightmoon.” He answered, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. Heather met his brown eyes one last time before adding softly. “Please...call me Heather.” “Heather...” Tech repeated, his eyes softening as the two gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment. A small tap on Heather’s back finally made her tear her gaze away from Tech, her cheeks flushing brighter.
“Heather, I’m sorry to interrupt you.” Celeste’s eyes were wide with worry. “But...we have a problem. Our extra crystal...it’s gone...”
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