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Pairing: Tech x OC Dr. Miran Threst, Head of Armor Development for the Grand Army of the Republic and very reluctant heir to Alderaan
Ship Name: Techran
Tech and Miran are back for a second Clone x OC Week entry! This time, it's a scary what if: What if Tech walked into the bar where he was destined to meet the love of his life as she was leaving?
In the original fic, Tech and Miran are both victims of unwanted advances from other patrons at the bar they visit, combining forces to appear as a couple so they will be left alone. In this "what if" scenario, Tech arrives at the bar a few minutes later, just as Miran is on her way out the door.
You can find the original, well-timed version of this story and the courtship that followed in "The Geniuses." 🧡
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Tech divider by @stars-n-spice
If Tech hadn’t promised his brothers that he would leave the ship and be around people tonight, he knew exactly where he would be—belly up under the cockpit controls as the four of them wandered around Coruscant enjoying their individual diversions. He was a man of his word though, so with his datapad and a handful of credits, he searched for a reasonably clean bar where he might enjoy a drink while he dove into several saved articles on Felucian fungi.
He walked past three rather disreputable-looking ones before he found a bar that suited him. All seemed well as he crossed the threshold—that is, until he collided with a woman whose head was facing the wrong way for forward movement.
“OH!” she yelped as she crashed into Tech’s chest. His arms flew to hers on instinct, steadying her as she rebounded backward. “I’m terribly sorry.
Tech didn’t speak for a moment as he studied the woman in front of him. She was lovely. Her nut-brown hair was done up in a spectacular display of braiding skill, and the bright brown eyes beneath it sparkled with a mesmerizing quality he couldn’t put his finger on. “It is quite all right. I am uninjured.”
“I’m glad of that,” she said quietly. “Well, I should be going. Again, I’m very sorry. Enjoy your evening.”
She stepped past Tech and walked quickly away. He watched as she joined the pedestrian traffic of Coruscant, not taking his eyes off her until her shrinking form disappeared.
“Fascinating.”
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Once inside, he settled onto a bar stool at the unoccupied end of the bar to indulge in a leisurely consumed beverage and some reading time uninterrupted by the usual distractions aboard the Marauder.
A few minutes later, he began to appreciate how manageable his Omicron-class distractions were.
The first woman who set her sights on him was a gorgeous redhead in a sparkling green dress so short it could have been considered a tunic for a cadet.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked alluringly.
“No, but I would actually prefer that it remain vacant so that I may continue my research without distraction. Have a pleasant evening.” He gave a quick smile and went right back to his datapad, leaving the surprised woman frowning in confusion as she walked away.
A stunning blonde strolled toward him a minute later in a shirt cut low enough to approach navel territory. She confidently rounded the stool beside him and was half-sitting when she asked to buy him a drink. The confidence faded from her smile at his response.
“Actually, I already have a drink. Thank you all the same.”
She, too, left the way she came.
When the third woman approached him—a voluptuous green Twi’lek with curves attracting just about every pair of eyes at the bar but Tech’s—his patience was beginning to wear thin.
“May I sit here?” she asked in a thick and sultry accent.
“I would rather you didn’t.” He groaned as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn’t know he could sound that much like Crosshair.
She left in a huff, and Tech’s mood was no better. It was obvious that if he wanted a peaceful evening of research, this was not the place to get it. He paid his bill quickly and left, resolving to finish his research on fungi back on the ship. If his brothers asked, he could at least say he tried.
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He realized on the way back that he should have eaten something while he was at that bar. His stomach was gnawing at him more by the minute, and the scent of street food on this part of Coruscant was almost maddening in his current state. A particularly Wrecker-like grumble made up his mind for him, and he made his way to the next street cart he saw. He didn’t know what he was smelling, but he knew that he was probably going to eat it regardless.
As he approached, he reached into his pocket for the credits he would need, and in the single moment that his head was lowered, he collided with the back of someone who was walking backwards. His head shot up at once, just in time to see a mass of intricately braided hair fall from eye level to ground level.
Tech dropped to one knee and reached for the arms of the woman on the ground—the same one he had bumped into earlier. “It would appear that your tendency to face away from the direction in which you are walking has once again worked against you.”
The woman’s face turned pink as he helped her to her feet. “I’m so sorry,” she spluttered. “You’re right. I should have watched where I was going. I was backing up to get a better look at the balustrade on the fifth floor of this building. It looks like durasteel, but it’s actually a fascinating form of molded plastoid I recently read about!”
She caught herself rambling and quieted—just in time to hear Tech’s stomach protesting its emptiness.
“Here,” she said quickly, reaching into her bag and paying for four nerf kabobs before he could stop her. She held two of them out to him with a shy smile. “By way of an apology for my clumsiness tonight.”
He took them with a small smile of his own. “This is unnecessary but thank you.” He took a bite and sighed. It was so good. “These are excellent.” He took another bite and looked up. “The plastoid you mentioned, what is the required thickness for an outdoor safety installation like that balustrade?”
“That’s what’s so incredible. Only eleven millimeters!”
“Eleven?” Tech inquired with a skeptical brow as he cast his eyes again on the structure above. “That cannot be correct.”
“It is! Let me explain…”
They began to slowly walk with their impaled meat snacks as they debated the materials used in Coruscant’s architecture, stopping again for a custard and later at another bar for a drink. Tech forgot all about his desire to learn more about fungi as the evening went on. His discovery of the woman beside him proved to be far more interesting.
i am watching TDRR for the first time ever, actually, and OH BOY, the adversity twins are so goofy, i love them. they are so silly. like, the word silly was made for them, 1000%.
but also, ellody????helloooo???she is so whimsical. her color pallete???perfect. oh my god.
- rhymes with kingfisher,
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(IM RUNNING OUT OF SIGN OFFS.SEND HELP.)
