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Chapter 83: The unheard scream of pain
Amanda was sorting through some old scrolls. “Why weren’t they turned into holocrons long ago?” she mutters as she runs her fingers over the charred old flimsy. Thick and aged. This was her mission, turning them into holocrons, but then the Separatists payed some visits. Just as she gets a plate to start at piece this puzzle together, everything in and around her stops.
Her knees go weak, it feels painful to even breathe, let alone think clearly. Everything seems to scream, cry and be eerily quiet all at once. “What?” Amanda grabs with one hand the table and the other presses to her forehead. The Force… it is screaming in pain, sadness and… a warning. “What is going on?” Amanda mutters as she looks around through blurry vision. Is she hearing blaster shots? Are the Separatists back? Where are the clones? And then, one single scream, is all it takes for Amanda to snap back into focus. One painful scream, full of panic, fear and… confusion. Her legs get steady as she starts to run, reaching for her lightsabre.
As Amanda rushes to Alma's side, her world spirals into chaos and despair. The blaster shots ring out, but Amanda's focus is solely on her fallen padawan, her heart wrenching at the sight of Alma's wounded form. With a primal scream of anguish and rage, Amanda ignites her lightsabers, the brilliant blades casting a defiant glow in the darkness of the corridor. Time seems to blur as Amanda taps into the Force, her movements guided by instinct and desperation. She deflects blaster bolts with precision, each swing of her lightsabers a testament to her unwavering resolve to protect those she loves. In a haze of adrenaline and grief, Amanda scoops up Alma in her arms, her heart heavy with the weight of loss and sorrow.
She had to hook her lightsabres back to her belt. Her hands glowing where they touch Alma. She knows there is a small freighter, or cargo ship that brought materials. She just has to go there. For all the emotions crashing around her, she keeps her focus. Channelling the Force. She deflects the shots that would be a direct hit. It isn’t perfect, far from it. She feels the power of each hit more pronounced than normally. She will be bruised heavily, but she is also trying to heal her padawan. Which she is not even sure how badly injured she is, or where. She ignores the scream of the clones, the men she respects. Not sure what has gotten into them, she trusts them with her life, and yet they just tried to take Almas and hers as well.
With a final surge of strength, Amanda carries Alma to safety, commandeering a small cargo ship and fleeing the chaos and destruction that now consumes Callo. As the ship streaks through the darkness of space, Amanda clutches Alma to her chest, her mind reeling with the events that have unfolded. Alma's life hangs in the balance, and Amanda knows that their journey is far from over. But in the depths of her despair, a flicker of determination ignites within her. She will not rest until she has found a way to heal Alma's wounds, to bring her back from the brink of death and ensure that justice is served for the senseless tragedy that has befallen them. With the Force as her guide, Amanda sets course for a distant refuge, where she hopes to find solace, strength, and the means to wage a new battle against the forces of darkness that threaten to engulf the galaxy. But first she needs to tend properly to Alma.
As Amanda tends to Alma's wounds, her hands moving with a fluid grace born of years of Jedi training, tears mingle with the shimmering light of the Force that surrounds them. With each touch, each whispered word of encouragement, Amanda pours her own strength and vitality into Alma's broken form, willing her Padawan to cling to life. The air in the small cargo ship brims with the raw power of the Force as Amanda channels her healing abilities. With every heartbeat, with every breath, Amanda feels the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, a heavy burden that threatens to overwhelm her. But Amanda refuses to falter, refuses to give in to despair. She focuses all her energy, all her will, on Alma's fragile form, her mind a beacon of determination in the darkness of uncertainty. The ring on her finger glows with a radiant light, a symbol of love, a bond that transcends time and space. But she tries not to think about Tech, it would only distract her. Her focus remains on the pale, sickly, pink young girl before her.
As the moments stretch into eternity, Amanda pours every ounce of her being into the healing process, her own strength ebbing and flowing with each pulse of the Force. And as Alma's wounds begin to close, painfully slow, as the crimson stain on her chest dries into the act of betrayal, Amanda breathes a sigh of exhaustion, her heart heavy with the weight of what she has done. She is forced to take a break, she can’t go on without resting and healing her mind… if that is even possible.
But there is no time for rest, no time for reflection. With a gentle touch, Amanda cradles Alma in her arms, her eyes filled with a fierce determination to protect her Padawan at all costs. And as the ship hurtles through the void of hyperspace, Amanda whispers words of love and reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the silence of space. While she gently moves Alma to the sleeping quarters. First getting Alma out of her robes and tunic. Surley there has to be a simple medkit to wrap bandages soaked in bacta around Alma. Maybe even some simpler fine clothes she can dress Alma in.
As Amanda knows that their journey is far from over, that the forces of darkness still lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike. But as long as she has Alma by her side, as long as they stand together as master and apprentice, there is hope. Hope for a brighter future, hope for a galaxy free from tyranny and oppression. And with that hope burning brightly in her heart, Amanda steels herself for the challenges that lie ahead, ready to face whatever may come with unwavering resolve and unyielding determination.
Chapter 84
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Chapter 81: Sensitive baby
Tech kneels down beside Orion, his expression gentle yet firm as he tries to coax his son into wearing the winter coat. Orion pouts, his chubby cheeks flushed with frustration as he clutches his toy blaster tightly in his hand. "Come on, Orion," Tech says, his voice soothing as he reaches for the coat. "It's cold out there, and we need to keep you warm."
Orion shakes his head defiantly, his tiny lips forming a stubborn line as he holds onto his beloved toy. He doesn't understand the necessity of the coat, only that it's preventing him from playing with his blaster. Tech’s lips twitch, trying not to grin, as his son is looking very much like him right now. Tech sighs, feeling a pang of empathy for his son's resistance. He knows Orion doesn't like anything that restricts his movement, but the freezing temperatures on Kallar leave him with no choice.
"Orion, please," Tech urges gently, trying to pry the blaster from Orion's grasp so he can slip the coat on. "You can play with your blaster later. Right now, we need to keep you warm and safe." Orion's bottom lip trembles, his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he reluctantly releases the blaster. Tech quickly seizes the opportunity, deftly slipping the coat over Orion's arms and fastening it securely around his chest. "There we go," Tech says, his voice laced with relief as he adjusts the coat to ensure it fits snugly. "That's not so bad, is it?"
Orion sniffles, his mood still sullen as he adjusts to the feeling of the coat enveloping him. Tech offers him a reassuring smile, his heart swelling with love for his son. "You're doing great, Orion," Tech says, his voice tender as he brushes a stray lock of hair from Orion's forehead. "Now, let's get those mittens on, and we'll be ready to go."
With a bit more coaxing, Tech manages to get Orion's tiny hands into the mittens, securing them firmly to keep out the biting cold. Orion squirms and fidgets, clearly uncomfortable with the added layers, but Tech knows it's necessary to keep him safe in the harsh winter conditions. With Orion bundled up and ready to brave the cold, Tech scoops him up in his arms, holding him close as they prepare to embark on their mission to Kallar. Despite Orion's initial resistance, Tech can't help but feel a sense of pride in his son's resilience as they face the challenges of the snowy landscape together.
Tech carefully secures Orion in the carrier, his movements precise as he ensures that his son is snug and secure despite the additional layers of clothing. He adjusts the straps, making sure they're not too tight or too loose, and checks Orion's tiny armour to ensure it still fits comfortably under the winter coat. With meticulous care, Tech secures the earplugs in place, ensuring that Orion's sensitive ears are protected from the howling winds of Kallar. He double checks the seals on the armour, making sure there are no gaps where the cold air could sneak in. As he finishes the final adjustments, Tech attaches the toy blaster to his own chestplate with a sturdy string, positioning it within Orion's reach. He knows how much the toy means to his son, and he wants to ensure that Orion feels comfortable and secure even in the unfamiliar environment of Kallar.
Satisfied that everything is in order, Tech straightens up and surveys his handiwork. Orion squirms in the carrier, his curiosity piqued by the flurry of activity around him. Tech smiles down at his son, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of Orion's bright eyes and rosy cheeks. "All set, little trooper," Tech says, his voice soft but reassuring. "We're ready to face whatever challenges come our way."
With Orion nestled safely against his chest, Tech joins the rest of the squad as they prepare to depart for their mission on Kallar. Despite the freezing temperatures and treacherous terrain, Tech feels a sense of confidence knowing that he and Orion are prepared for whatever lies ahead. Together, they'll brave the elements and emerge victorious, just like they always do.
General Depa Billaba's words catch Tech's attention momentarily, and he glances up from his datapad to acknowledge her presence. Despite the exhaustion etched on his face, there's a flicker of pride in his eyes as he listens to her address.
"Thank you, General," Tech replies respectfully, his voice carrying a hint of weariness from the battle. "It's an honour to serve alongside you." He returns his focus to the datapad, his fingers flying across the keys as he sifts through the influx of information regarding the battle and its aftermath. The news of Grievous's defeat fills him with a mix of relief and apprehension, knowing that the end of the war may be within reach but also aware of the challenges that lie ahead in the aftermath. What will happen to him? His brothers? All of them scattered all over the galaxy?
As General Billaba continues to address the troops, Tech's mind races with calculations and strategic analyses, trying not to dwell on the unknown, his tactical expertise already formulating plans for the next steps in the mission. Despite the uncertainty of the future, he remains steadfast in his dedication to the Republic and its cause, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way.
As the transmission of Order 66 crackles through the systems, Tech's heart sinks, and his mind races to comprehend the sudden shift in orders. Confusion grips the squad as they exchange bewildered glances, trying to make sense of the cryptic message. And then Orion starts to scream and wail. His voice piercing his ears. Tech springs into action, his training kicking in as he instinctively moves to assess the situation and maintain order within the chaos. With Orion in his arms, he tries to shield the infant from the tension radiating around them, murmuring soothing words in an attempt to keep him calm.
"Stay calm, Orion," Tech whispers, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Everything's going to be okay." Meanwhile, his mind races, analysing the implications of Order 66 and what it means for them. He quickly accesses his datapad, attempting to gather more information and understand the sudden shift in directives.
As the gravity of the situation begins to sink in, Tech's focus narrows to one goal: ensuring the safety of his squad and protecting Orion at all costs. With determination in his eyes, he braces himself for the challenges that lie ahead, ready to navigate the uncertain path that Order 66 has set before them.
Chapter 82
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Chapter 82: Aftermath
As the tension lingers in the barracks, Crosshair's frustration fills the air like a heavy fog. His resentment towards Hunter simmers just beneath the surface, evident in the sharp glares he shoots in his direction.
Tech, meanwhile, sits with Orion nestled in his lap, his mind consumed by thoughts of Amanda. The weight of uncertainty presses down on him as he grapples with the grim reality that she may have fallen victim to Order 66. Despite his efforts to focus on the project in front of him, his thoughts keep drifting back to her, unable to shake the gnawing worry that gnaws at his insides. "Stay strong, little trooper," Tech murmurs to Orion, his voice strained with emotion as he tries to shield the infant from the turmoil swirling around them. He runs a gentle hand over Orion's back, seeking solace in the warmth of his son's presence.
Crosshair's simmering anger adds to the tension in the room, the palpable sense of unease weighing heavily on the squad. Despite the divide between them, Tech knows that they must find a way to come together and navigate the uncertain future that lies ahead. With determination burning in his eyes, Tech silently vows to protect Orion and his brothers, drawing strength from the bond they share. As they weather the storm of Order 66, he remains steadfast in his resolve to keep his loved ones safe, no matter the cost. Even if it means to not try and think about… her.
As they trudge wearily back from the mission they intentionally failed, tension hangs thick in the air, palpable and suffocating. Crosshair's accusatory words cut through the silence like a knife, his gaze cold and unyielding as he fixates on Tech. "Orion is the offspring of one of them," Crosshair declares his tone laced with venomous disdain. "And if he's anything like them, then he has betrayed us too."
Tech's jaw clenches, his grip on Orion tightening instinctively as he squares his shoulders, refusing to back down in the face of Crosshair's accusation. "Orion is just a baby, Crosshair," he retorts, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. "An innocent infant who has done nothing wrong. He has done nothing to you, or anyone else for that matter!"
Hunter watches the exchange with a mixture of concern and relief, grateful that they've had not the time to disclose Orion's Force sensitivity to the rest of the squad. He knows that revealing the truth now would only escalate the situation further, in hindsight it was good not to inform the others, and he silently hopes and knows Tech will stand firm in his resolve.
Crosshair's insistence grows more fervent, his eyes narrowing as he demands that Tech hand over Orion for inspection. “Let him be checked by the Kaminoans, there is nothing stopping me from marching down there and telling who the mother was!” But Tech refuses, his arms wrapped protectively around his son as he meets Crosshair's gaze with unwavering defiance. "No," Tech states firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Orion stays with me." Cradling Orion even closer to his chest.
Crosshair's lip curls into a sneer, Tech's refusal is confirmation of his suspicions. In his eyes, Orion's mere existence is enough to brand him as a traitor, a sentiment that sends a chill down the spine of the squad. As they continue their journey back to base, the rift between them deepens, fuelled by suspicion and mistrust. And in the heart of it all, Tech holds Orion close, determined to shield his son from the storm brewing within their ranks.
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As the heavy clang of the brig door reverberates through the cramped cell, Tech's heart sinks like a stone in his chest. He watches in silent agony as Gala Ta takes Orion from his arms, the tiny infant reaching out for his father with chubby fingers, unaware of the turmoil unfolding around him. Tech's mind races with a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain the overwhelming surge of fear and desperation threatening to consume him. They may be trapped behind bars, but his son is out there, vulnerable and alone, and every instinct within him screams to protect him at all costs.
As the squad huddles together, now with Omega but without Crosshair, plotting their escape and grappling with the gravity of their situation, Tech's focus remains singularly fixed on Orion. He listens with a mixture of apprehension and determination as they devise a plan to break free, knowing that their success hinges not only on their own survival but on rescuing his son from the clutches of their captors.
Every passing moment feels like an eternity, each second stretching out into an agonizing eternity as they wait for the opportune moment to make their move. Tech's thoughts are consumed by the image of Orion's innocent face, his heart aching with the need to hold him in his arms once more. His leg is bouncing as his mind tries to come up with a way to leave. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Tech finds a flicker of hope burning bright within him, a beacon of determination that drives him forward even in the face of insurmountable odds. He knows that they will find a way out, that they will reclaim their freedom and reunite with Orion, no matter the cost. And as they steel themselves for the inevitable confrontation ahead, Tech clings to the unwavering belief that no prison bars can contain the strength of a father's love for his son. Then he looks up. “I’ve got it! Why didn’t I think of that before?”
Chapter 83
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Chapter 72: Favourite
As Orion bounces on Tech's legs, his gaze fixed on Hunter with an intensity that's surprising for such a young child. Tech, noticing Orion's fixation, tries to distract him by bouncing him gently and making silly faces, but Orion remains fixated on Hunter.
"Come on, little trooper," Tech coos, attempting to draw Orion's attention away from Hunter. "Let's play a game. How about peek-a-boo?" But Orion seems determined to reach his uncle, leaning precariously over Tech's tray of food, his tiny arms outstretched towards Hunter. Tech, now fully aware of Orion's intentions, tries to gently guide him back onto his lap, but Orion resists, his eyes never leaving Hunter.
"Orion, you need to stay here with me," Tech says, his voice gentle but firm. "Uncle Hunter is busy right now." But Orion, undeterred, continues to reach for Hunter, his determination evident in the way he strains against Tech's grasp. With a sigh, Tech relents, realizing that Orion's desire to be with Hunter is too strong to ignore.
"Alright, little guy," Tech says with a chuckle, surrendering to Orion's persistence. "Let's go see Uncle Hunter." As Tech lifts Orion from his lap and carries him around the table to Hunter, the other members of Clone Force 99 watch with amusement. Hunter, “surprised” by Orion's sudden arrival, can't help but smile as Tech places the eager child into his arms. Usually they try to ignore it, as Tech does tries to get Orion set to routines. "Hey there, Orion," Hunter says, his voice soft as he looks down at his nephew. "What's got you so interested in Uncle Hunter today, huh?" Orion giggles in response, reaching up to grab at Hunter's face with his chubby little hands. Hunter laughs, tickling Orion's belly gently as the child squirms with delight.
Tech watches his heart swelling with pride and love for his son. Despite his initial attempts to enforce a routine, he knows that moments like these are precious and shouldn't be denied. As the meal continues, Orion remains content in Hunter's arms, happily babbling and reaching out to anyone who passes by. And for Tech, seeing his son's joy brings a sense of warmth and happiness that fills the entire mess hall. Even if the regs would never admit it. But they adore him as well, all have seen them make silly face toward the half-clone.
Tech walks over to the food station, selecting a variety of fruits before making his way back to the table where his brothers and his son are seated. Orion remains content in Hunter's arms, his eyes bright with curiosity as he watches his father approach. Setting the fruits down on the table, Tech grabs a knife and begins to slice them into small, bite-sized pieces. He carefully arranges them in a bowl, mixing them together before sliding it over to Hunter with a smile. "Here you go, Hunter," Tech says, his voice warm with affection. "A little fruit salad for you and Orion."
Hunter accepts the bowl with a grateful nod, his own smile mirroring Tech's. He picks up a piece of fruit and offers it to Orion, who eagerly accepts it, his tiny fingers grasping at the juicy morsel. "Thanks, Tech," Hunter says, his tone sincere. "Orion seems to be enjoying his time with Uncle Hunter today." Tech nodding in agreement. "He sure does. I think he's just happy to be surrounded by family."
As the meal continues, the members of Clone Force 99 enjoy their food and each other's company, the laughter of their youngest member filling the air. And for Tech, seeing his son thriving in the presence of his brothers brings a sense of joy and contentment that fills his heart with gratitude. While the other troopers try their hardest not to look for too long at the baby, or Crosshair may glare them to death.
Orion's laughter fills the air as he leans eagerly around in Hunter’s arms, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He reaches out towards his uncle, his chubby arms outstretched as if begging to be let go. Hunter chuckles softly, his heart melting at the sight of his nephew's adoration. He shifts Orion slightly in his arms, making room for the little one to come closer or move around.
But as Orion reaches towards Crosshair, the normally stoic clone raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "I'm eating," he states flatly, not wanting to appear too eager to engage with the young infant. Before Crosshair can react, however, a sticky piece of chewed-up fruit flies through the air, landing squarely on his cheek. Orion babbles excitedly, still reaching towards his uncle despite the mess he's made.
The rest of the squad watches the scene unfold with amusement, exchanging knowing glances as they try to suppress their laughter. Tech, ever the responsible one, begins to rise from his seat, ready to intervene and take Orion from Hunter's arms. But before he can make a move, Hunter gently wipes the fruit from Crosshair's cheek with a napkin, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Looks like Orion has chosen you, Crosshair," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Crosshair grumbles under his breath, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reluctantly reaches out to take Orion from Hunter. Despite his initial reluctance, there's a warmth in his eyes as he cradles the infant in his arms, his heart unexpectedly touched by the affection of his annoying nephew. Pulling the fruit bowl close, so Orion can help himself. He already got drool on his check, not needing it on his hand either. And as the squad continues their meal, the laughter of their youngest member fills the air, bringing a sense of joy and camaraderie to the table that even Crosshair can't deny.
Wrecker's booming voice cuts through the jovial atmosphere, his expression teasing as he addresses Crosshair. "Hey Crosshair, looks like you're getting soft on us," he says with a hearty laugh, nudging his fellow clone playfully. Crosshair's glare sharpens at Wrecker's comment, his jaw tightening as he shoots a steely gaze in Wrecker's direction. "Watch it, Wrecker," he growls, his tone laced with irritation. Wrecker raises his hands in a mock surrender, his grin widening as he backs off slightly. "Hey, just making an observation," he replies, trying to diffuse the tension with a light-hearted tone. Despite the banter, there's a sense of camaraderie among the squad as they exchange playful jabs and teasing remarks. And as they continue their meal, the playful ribbing between Wrecker and Crosshair adds to the sense of unity and friendship that binds them together, even in the face of their everyday challenges.
Crosshair chuckles as Orion clings to him, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks over at Hunter, as they enter the barracks. "Looks like I'm the favourite uncle now, always was" he remarks with a grin, clearly enjoying the attention from Orion. Hunter raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he watches Orion's antics. "Don't get too comfortable," he replies, a playful tone in his voice. "He's just going through a phase." Crosshair shrugs nonchalantly, still holding Orion securely in his arms. "I'll enjoy it while it lasts, just so you know, he will always come back to me. You are all the phases." he quips, earning a chuckle from Wrecker who's observing the scene with amusement.
As they settle into their barracks, the banter continues, with Orion happily nestled in Crosshair's arms, seemingly content to spend time with his "favourite" uncle. And amidst the camaraderie and laughter, there's a sense of warmth and family that fills the room, reminding them all of the bonds that tie them together, both on and off the battlefield.
Chapter 73
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Chapter 79: The probabilities were clear
A mixture of disbelief and wonder washes over Tech as he realizes what just occurred. Could Orion have somehow moved the toy with his burgeoning abilities? The thought both amazes and unsettles him, highlighting the unique nature of his son's connection to the Force due to Amanda.
Closing the closet finally, Tech approaches Orion with a mixture of curiosity and affection. As he lifts his son into his arms, Orion giggles and reaches up to grasp Tech's goggles, his bright eyes sparkling with delight. Tech can't help but smile at Orion's infectious joy, marvelling at the boundless energy and innocence radiating from his son. In that moment, any lingering worries or doubts fade away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for the precious gift that is Orion. He did promise Amanda to not let them take it. So now he has the challenge to keep it hidden.
How difficult can it be? His brothers have other things to worry about. Right? Right!
“This is just between you and me for now” Tech's murmured words to Orion carry a sense of intimacy and trust, a promise between father and son to keep this mysterious occurrence just between them. As he places a tender kiss on Orion's forehead, Tech's heart swells with a mix of emotions, pride in his son's potential, longing for Amanda's guidance, and a touch of amusement at the unexpected turn of events. With a gentle smile, Tech muses about the captured moment, grateful for the small consolation of having it recorded. The camera attached to his goggles has preserved this precious memory, a testament to Orion's budding connection to the Force and the bond they share as father and son.
Despite the uncertainty surrounding Orion's abilities, Tech finds solace in the warmth of their relationship. He imagined the day when Orion will utter his first words would have been first.
As the squad begins to experience these strange occurrences, Tech observes with a cautious eye, noticing the pattern of seemingly minor mishaps. Objects placed down inexplicably end up on the floor or shift a few centimetres away from their original position. While his brothers scratch their heads in confusion, Tech remains silent, a flicker of recognition sparking in his mind. With Orion cradled in his arms, Tech moves subtly to shield his son from the mysterious phenomena, or he adjusts his posture or shifts his position so that Orion's gaze doesn't fall upon the objects in question, unwilling to reveal the truth about Orion's burgeoning Force sensitivity to his brothers just yet.
Deep down, Tech knows that these incidents are linked to Orion's latent abilities, a testament to the potential lying dormant within his son. But for now, he keeps this knowledge close to his chest, determined to protect Orion and navigate the uncertainties that lie ahead.
As the squad gathers for a meal, the conversation naturally turns to the recent string of odd occurrences. Tech, preoccupied with feeding Orion his puree, listens to his brothers' discussion with a subtle furrow of his brow. Hunter, ever perceptive, directs a question to Tech, asking if he's experienced any of the strange incidents. Tech, keeping his focus on Orion, replies in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's likely just the small jolts we experience while the ship navigates through hyperspace. I will take a look at the stabiliser during our next stop."
His explanation is delivered smoothly, betraying no hint of the truth he holds close about Orion's Force sensitivity. Meanwhile, he continues to feed Orion, ensuring his son remains content and unaware of the discussion unfolding around him. Though Tech's response seems to satisfy his brothers' curiosity for now, he remains vigilant, aware that keeping Orion's abilities hidden is paramount to his son's safety and well-being. As the squad continues to grapple with these strange occurrences, Tech remains vigilant, silently guarding the secret of Orion's connection to the Force while marvelling at the boundless possibilities that await his son's journey. No matter how difficult, he will protect it for as long as he can.
Not because he does not trust his brothers, more because of the fear they would brag about it. Wrecker, yes he would be such a proud uncle he couldn’t be quiet for long.
Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: You can’t trick your brothers
Tech kneels beside the baby bathtub, sleeves rolled up as he gently tries to coax Orion into enjoying his bath. But Orion, fascinated by the foam and bubbles, giggles and splashes, paying little attention to his father's attempts to wash him. Tech smiles softly, his focus solely on his son's enjoyment. He dips a cloth into the warm water, careful not to get soap in Orion's eyes, and starts to wash him gently. But Orion's tiny hands reach for the bubbles, his laughter filling the room as he tries to catch them.
Finding joy in the simple pleasure of watching his son explore and play. Despite the challenges and uncertainties they face, moments like these remind him of the precious bond they share. He continues to bathe Orion, content in the warmth of their connection and the love that surrounds them.
A bit later Hunter walks up to brother and nephew. “Do you think we are all some sort of di’kuts? And that we are stupid to not realise it? Me or Echo, echo who was around them for longer than any of us…” Tech pauses in his gentle scrubbing of Orion's back, glancing up at Hunter with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He sets the cloth aside, his expression shifting to one of guarded concern as he considers Hunter's words. Of course Hunter and his senses picked it up. Sure it was a matter of time. Even with Echo who knows how to spot it.
"Of course not, Hunter," Tech replies, his tone cautious yet sincere. "I respect your intelligence immensely." Hunter exhales heavily, his arms still crossed as he leans against the wall of the ship. He regards Tech with a steady gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of frustration tinged with understanding. "Then why do you insist on treating me like I'm clueless? Us like we are clueless?" Hunter's voice is calm but firm, his words cutting through the air with a sense of urgency.
Tech swallows, his mind racing as he searches for the right response. He knows he can't hide the truth from his brothers forever, but the fear of what might happen if his secret is revealed weighs heavily on him. "It's not about underestimating you all, Hunter," Tech begins, his voice measured. "It's about protecting Orion, and all of us, from potential consequences."
Hunter raises an eyebrow, his expression sceptical yet open to hearing Tech out. He uncrosses his arms, folding them loosely across his chest as he leans in closer to Tech. Trying to find the line between leader and big brother. "I get that, Tech," Hunter says, his tone softer now, tinged with empathy. "But keeping secrets from the squad only puts us all at risk. We're a team, and we need to trust each other. Like it could have been nice to know about Orion before you just appeared with him."
Tech nods slowly, his gaze dropping to Orion, who continues to play in the now slight murky water, oblivious to the weight of the conversation unfolding around him. He knows Hunter is right, but the thought of revealing Orion's abilities fills him with a sense of dread. "I understand, Hunter," Tech murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't know how to navigate this."
Hunter reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on Tech's shoulder. He offers a small, understanding smile, the lines of worry easing from his face. "We'll figure it out together, Tech," Hunter says, his voice warm with reassurance. "But we have to start by being honest with each other. No more secrets. Especially about Orion. We love that guy, and neither of us wants him taken away."
Tech meets Hunter's gaze, his resolve firming as he nods in agreement. He knows it won't be easy, but with the support of his brothers, he feels a glimmer of hope that they can face whatever challenges lie ahead, together. “I just wish I could tell her.” “I know Tech, and you can, soon enough. We just need to make sure the Kaminoans are off our feet” Hunter sighs, knowing it is easier said than done.
Chapter 81
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Tech has his own way of handling the stress of the recent intrusion.
I also had to split it up, or it would hve been way to long.
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Chapter 65: Mittens
As Tech steps out onto the platforms of Tipoca City with Orion cradled against his chest, the gentle patter of the rain hitting the facility surrounds them. The cool, misty air envelops them both, contrasting with the warmth of Orion nestled in his father's arms. The rhythmic sound of rain hitting the metal surfaces creates a calming melody. Which is as familiar to Tech as it has to be for Orion, even if it may not have the same calming effect yet.
Tech takes a leisurely stroll along the bridges, the soft pitter-patter of raindrops echoing in the background. The reflections of the neon lights on the wet surfaces add a surreal glow to the environment. Orion, bundled up in a cosy outfit, gazes curiously at the rain-slicked surroundings with his bright blue eyes. Tech's mind, usually occupied with tactical calculations and technical details, finds a rare moment of solace in the simple act of walking with his son. The familiar scent of the rain-soaked air mingles with the subtle fragrance of Orion's baby shampoo. The sound of distant thunder reverberates, creating a soothing backdrop to their stroll.
Tech, immersed in the tranquillity of the moment, reflects on the challenges they face and the need to protect Orion from the prying eyes of the Kaminoans. Orion, oblivious to the complexities of his surroundings and the depth of his father’s thoughts, responds with innocent babbles and tiny grasps at the raindrops. His tiny fingers, encased in mittens, try to catch the droplets, creating a heart-warming scene. Tech can't help but smile, appreciating the simplicity and purity of these moments with his son. As they continue their walk, the rain serves as a cleansing force, washing away the tensions and uncertainties that lingered in the in their everyday lives.
Tech, finding a sheltered alcove shielded from the rain which intensified, another storm about to rage over Kamino, gently lowers himself to his knees, creating a makeshift haven for Orion. With precise movements, Tech positions Orion, supporting him under the arms, ensuring his tiny boots meet the cool surface of the formed puddle. Orion, snugly dressed and sheltered from the elements, looks down with wide-eyed curiosity at the reflective pool beneath his feet.
Tech, always calculating and vigilant, observes Orion's reactions. The puddle, a miniature world to the little one, captures his attention. His tiny hands, encased in mittens, reach down to touch the water, creating ripples that mirror the raindrops around them. Orion's babbling adds a joyful counterpoint to the ambient sounds of the rain. Tech, momentarily setting aside the complexities of his usual calculations, finds himself engrossed in the shared experience. The cool water beneath Orion's boots and the gentle touch of raindrops become sensory delights for the little one. The reflective surface mirrors their silhouettes, creating a snapshot of this father-son escapade on Kamino.
As the rain continues its dance, Tech relishes in the simplicity of the moment. Orion's laughter mingles with the rain's gentle cadence, creating a precious memory etched against the backdrop of Kamino's sterile metallic structures. In this sheltered alcove, father and son find solace, temporarily shielded from the demands of duty and the scrutinizing eyes of the Kaminoans and other clones.
As the distant rumble of thunder gradually transforms into a resonant roar, Orion's bright eyes widen with a mixture of curiosity and unease. The sound, amplified by the open expanse of Kamino's platforms, reaches him with an intensity he hasn't experienced before. Tech, attuned to Orion's reactions, senses the subtle shift in his demeanour, quickly getting up and holding him close.
Orion, nestled in his father's arms, grips the fabric of Tech's jacket, seeking comfort from the sudden onslaught of sound. His little body tenses, and his gaze searches the skies, trying to comprehend the source of this new auditory experience. The rain now falling more steadily and rapidly, adds its own percussion to the symphony of the storm. Tech, ever the analytical mind, adjusts his stance, ensuring that Orion is shielded from the rain and the unrelenting sound of thunder. He softly speaks to Orion, his voice a soothing undercurrent against the backdrop of the storm. The rhythmic patter of raindrops on the metallic surfaces provides a counterpoint to the deep resonance of thunder.
With a practiced motion, Tech loosens the hood of Orion's protective covering, allowing him to peer out at the rain-soaked surroundings. The distant flashes of lightning illuminate the cloudy canvas above, momentarily transforming Kamino's gloomy atmosphere into a captivating display of nature's power. As the thunderstorm intensifies, Tech continues to comfort Orion, his steady presence and calming words acting as a steadfast anchor. The once-startled expressions on Orion's face gradually yield to a mixture of wonder and acceptance, as if he's beginning to understand that the storm, while formidable, is a natural occurrence. But with each thunder, Orion seems to forget what Tech tried to say.
Tech, mindful of Orion's vulnerability to the storm's sensory assault, swiftly retreats into the facility, seeking refuge from the overwhelming sounds of the storm. As the thunders are now quicker in succession. The metallic echo of rain is replaced by the comforting hum of the facility's climate control as they step through the door. Orion, still cradled in his father's arms, continues to whimper, his bright blue eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and fear.
Finding a more secluded area, Tech gently lowers himself to the ground, supporting Orion with his hands under the tiny arms, leaning him against his legs. Orion, now focused on his father's face, seems to find solace in the connection. Tech, using a soothing tone, begins to explain the phenomena of thunder and lightning to Orion. “Orion, you see, thunder and lightning are like a dance in the sky. When you see that bright flash, that's the lightning. And then, the loud sound that follows, that's the thunder. They happen together because lightning makes the air around it really hot, and that creates the sound we hear as thunder.” And he dives even more into the physics of it, before he decides to head back.
As Tech navigates the sterile corridors of Kamino, not stopping his explanation, Orion's cries finally subsided. The explanation, combined with the return to the familiar, controlled environment, helps ease Orion's distress. Tech reassures him with a soft cadence of words, emphasizing that they are now safe from the elements, shielded by the facility's walls. Continuing his gentle narrative, Tech points out a nearby window, where occasional flashes of lightning paint brief, vivid patterns in the darkened sky. He uses simple words to convey the natural beauty and scientific principles behind the storm. Orion, still cradled in his father's arms, watches the mesmerizing display with wide-eyed wonder.
The storm, once a source of apprehension, becomes an educational moment for Orion, guided by Tech's measured explanations. As the echoes of thunder gradually fade into the background, Tech uses this opportunity to impart not only scientific knowledge but also a sense of security and understanding to his son. The two of them, nestled within Kamino's protective embrace, continue their exploration of the world, one lesson at a time. No matter if Orion is to young to understand, Tech will gladly explain it again… and again.
Tech chuckles, interpreting Orion's playful tugs at his hood as a form of communication. He adjusts the hood, as they walk through the corridors, Tech continues engaging with Orion, savouring these simple yet precious interactions. "Pulling on my hood, are we? Perhaps you're suggesting I need extra protection from the storm, or maybe you're just showing off your budding fashion sense." Orion responds with more enthusiastic babbles, his tiny hands exploring the textures of Tech's jacket. Tech relishes in the joy of sharing these moments with his son. The bond between them deepens with each step, reinforced by the subtle gestures and playful antics that bridge the gap between father and child.
As they approach the squad barracks, the familiar presence of his brothers awaits. Tech, with Orion still comfortably nestled in his arms, enters the shared space. The atmosphere shifts from the controlled environment of the facility to the warm camaraderie of the squad's quarters. Tech, always attuned to Orion's needs, ensures that the transition from the stormy outdoors to the familiar space of the barracks is seamless. Orion, now surrounded by the comforting presence of his family, continues to explore the world through his bright blue eyes, eager for the next adventure, lesson, or playful moment with his father and uncles.
Crosshair, arching a sceptical brow, gazes at Orion's mittens with a hint of amusement. "Mittens? Really?" he quips, his tone carrying a touch of dry humour. "Is Kamino suddenly turning into Hoth, Tech?" Tech, undeterred by Crosshair's scepticism, responds with a calm demeanour. "Crosshair, it's merely a precaution. Kaminoan temperatures tend to be on the cooler side, especially during a storm, and I'd rather not risk Orion catching a cold."
Wrecker, always ready to inject a playful remark, chimes in with a hearty laugh. "Yeah, Crosshair, you never know when Hoth might be next on our mission list. Gotta be prepared!" Crosshair smirks, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment. The banter among the squad members adds a layer of warmth to the otherwise sterile surroundings of Kamino, which seems not to the standard for this barracks. Meanwhile, Orion, oblivious to the banter about mittens and Hoth, babbles contentedly in Tech's arms, occasionally reaching out to explore the world with his tiny gloved hands.
Tech, carefully removing Orion's mittens and then unzipping the warm jacket, lets out a small chuckle as Orion reacts with glee to the raindrops. "Enjoying the rain remnants?" he says with a soft smile, his voice affectionate. The simple joy in Orion's response brings a warmth to the hearts of the squad members. As Tech begins to undress Orion, the baby gazes up at him with bright blue eyes, seemingly fascinated by the process. Tech, ever efficient, selects a breathable onesie for Orion, ensuring the comfort of his son during sleep.
Wrecker, who has been watching the interaction, adds in a boisterous tone, "Looks like we've got a rain-loving little trooper here!" “Unless it involves thunder,” Tech explains in agreement, finishing the dressing routine with practiced ease. He cradles Orion in his arms, now in lighter sleepwear, and begins to softly hum a calming tune. The gentle atmosphere, filled with the sound of raindrops and Tech's soothing melody, creates a serene moment within the squad's quarters.
Crosshair, ever observant, notes the scene with a subtle smile. "Tech, you're turning into quite the dad," he remarks, a hint of approval in his voice, but clearly amused of hearing his brother hum. Tech glances over at Crosshair, a soft expression on his face. "I suppose I am," he replies, his attention returning to Orion.
Wrecker's laughter echoes through the barracks as he claps Tech on the back, with Tech holding Orion just a bit tighter. "Six months, and you're already a pro at this dad stuff!" Echo nods in agreement. "Time does seem to fly, Tech. It feels like just yesterday we were relaxing and you told us you need to try some flying manoeuvre out, and now look at you. A diaper changing soldier."
Tech, holding Orion in his arms, shares a small but proud smile with the squad. "Indeed. It's been quite the journey. And I would do it all over again." Crosshair, ever the sharpshooter, observes, "The kid's growing fast. Ready for a mission on Hoth with those mittens." Tech chuckles, "Maybe not Hoth just yet," as he begins the process of getting a bottle ready for Orion.
Chapter 66
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Got press on nails after not wearing them since my operation last year. Feels strange but familiar, just gotta get used to an even length of all. Typos here I come.
I know @clonethirstingisreal will have a blast reading it.
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Chapter 68: Orion is sick
Tech, feeling the weight of responsibility, shifts into full caretaker mode as Orion's coughs turn into an illness, most likely a cold, at least this is what the symptoms and his research suggest. With each whimper from Orion, Tech's resolve deepens. He tries everything within his power to alleviate Orion's discomfort, from gentle rocking to singing soothing melodies, even if Crosshair seems not to be a fan of his humming and whispered singing. Despite his fatigue, Tech remains vigilant, monitoring Orion's temperature and administering medication as prescribed. Not that he let any medics in training or Kaminoans touch him. He took a scanner himself. He has researched it thoroughly.
As the night wears on and Orion's fever persists, Tech's concern heightens. He holds Orion close, whispering reassurances and offering comfort with every touch. Despite his own exhaustion, Tech remains steadfast, determined to see Orion through this bout of sickness. With each passing hour, Tech's paternal instincts guide him, providing the strength and resilience needed to weather the storm alongside Orion. And as dawn breaks, a glimmer of relief washes over Tech as Orion's fever begins to subside, signalling the start of the medications taking effect, no matter if just by a few degrees. Though weary from the night's vigil, Tech finds solace in the knowledge that he was there for Orion when he needed him most.
As Tech drifts into a deep, exhausted sleep, Hunter, who is on watch, observes the scene with a mix of admiration and concern. Gently removing Tech's goggles, Hunter notices the tell-tale signs of fatigue etched on his brother's face, who gives his all even on missions. He can handle it with Orion pretty damn well, but now with Orion being sick, he goes into overtime. With a soft sigh, he carefully adjusts Tech's position, ensuring he's more comfortable as he sleeps.
Taking Orion into his own arms, Hunter feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him. He cradles the sleeping infant close, marvelling at the innocence and vulnerability of their youngest member. With a tender gaze, Hunter watches over Orion, allowing Tech the precious respite he so desperately needs. As the night wears on, Hunter remains vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on both Tech and Orion. He knows that in moments like these, family bonds are forged and strengthened. Hunter finds himself grateful for the opportunity to support his brother in his role as a devoted father. Being the doting uncle, he seems he was meant to be. But sort of feeling like there should be more…
Hunter sits beside Orion in the cargo hold of the Havoc Marauder, his voice a soothing presence in the dimly lit space. With a gentle hand resting on Orion's back, Hunter offers reassurance in soft tones. And as Orion coughs again, Hunter gets up and paces up and down the small space, patting and rubbing over Orion’s back. "You're not feeling too great, huh, little buddy?" Hunter murmurs, his eyes full of concern as he observes Orion's flushed cheeks and laboured breathing. "But don't you worry. You've got a tough spirit, just like your dad. This'll pass, and you'll be back to your old self before you know it." As he speaks, Hunter's words carry a comforting weight, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, there is strength to be found in resilience and hope. With a reassuring smile, Hunter continues to offer his nephew words of encouragement, knowing that in times of illness, a steady presence can make all the difference.
Hunter winces slightly as Orion's tiny fingers grasp at his hair, a mixture of amusement and discomfort flickering across his face. Gently untangling Orion's grip, he chuckles softly at the baby's determined efforts to communicate his discomfort. "Easy there, little buddy," Hunter murmurs, carefully guiding Orion's hands away from his hair. "I know you're not feeling your best, but pulling hair isn't gonna make it better. Let's see if we can find something else to help soothe you, okay?" Placing a kiss on Orion’s head.
With a gentle pat on Orion's back, Hunter searches through the nearby supplies, hoping to find something that might bring his nephew some relief. As he rummages, he keeps up a steady stream of comforting words, offering reassurance to both Orion and himself in the face of uncertainty. Hunter watches with a mix of surprise and amusement as Orion manages to grab hold of his bandana, tugging it away from him with a determined grip, his hair falling loose forward. With a soft chuckle, he gently adjusts the fabric around Orion, as it dropped around his head, allowing the baby to snuggle with it safely. Or Tech would be using that bandana for something else when Orion gets hurt in any way.
"Well, looks like you've found yourself a new comfort item," Hunter remarks with a grin, admiring Orion's resourcefulness. "Guess that bandana's yours for now, little buddy." Hunter watches fondly as Orion clutches the fabric close, finding solace in its familiar texture. In that moment, Hunter realizes that sometimes, the simplest things can bring the greatest comfort, especially in times of distress. With a gentle pat on Orion's back, he goes to make himself a cup of caf, and a bottle of formula for Orion, not ready to mess with Tech’s pure system, ready to offer whatever support and comfort he can as they all navigate through Orion's illness together.
Chapter 69
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