Eventually

Eventually

Tech x Phee Genoa

Warnings: some more TechPhee fluff, discussion of Crosshair's character and role in CF99, mild alcohol (wine) consumption, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit

“He isn’t as bad as their stories make him seem,” Tech murmured. 

Phee chuckled a little as she walked back to the sofa she’d practically pushed him onto, a glass of wine in each hand. “Whatever you say, Brown Eyes,” she smiled, handing him a glass. 

He took a sip of it. “Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding, but he’s still our brother.”

Phee looked up at him, noting the furrow of his brows. “He means a lot to you, huh?” she chuckled. “Tell me more about him.”

Tech’s eyes finally met hers, finding that they were full of sincerity. He nodded once and she smiled reassuringly. 

“When we were young, Crosshair was rather quiet. He still can be- or at least he could be; I’m unsure if his time with the Empire has changed that trait. Regardless, he was nearly decommissioned because the long-necks and the trainers actually believed him to be mute. However-”

Phee listened to him talk about his lost brother. As he got further into their adventures - and further into his drink - the stories became more and more endearing, despite the attitude problem Phee had made note of. 

“He always did his best to protect us. I think he enjoyed being a sniper, but when we were cadets he told me that he didn’t like being apart from the rest of us so frequently. So when we actually hit the field, he would watch us from whatever perch he’d find himself on-”

“Like a guardian angel,” Phee finished, a fond smile pulling at her lips. 

Tech had to mentally admonish himself for paying too close attention to her lips. 

“I suppose one could characterize him in that way,” he nearly whispered. His cheeks felt hot. That was odd.

“Would you?” 

She was so close to him. She was nearly on top of him. When had they gotten so close?

“Would I…?”

Her eyes were locked onto his. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Luckily, he found he didn’t want to. 

She laughed, clearly finding amusement in the way his mind seemed to be failing him. “Would you characterize him that way?”

“I,” he hesitated. He was certain the alcohol in his system was influencing the sentence he was barely holding back. “I would prefer not to think of my brothers at this moment.”

She moved impossibly closer. Tech felt his breath still in his chest. 

“Is there something you’d prefer to think of, Brown Eyes?”

The scent of her perfume swirled around him, flooding his senses with her. 

“I…would prefer not to think as much.”

He hoped she understood. Maker, he hoped she understood. 

His hopes were met as she finally - finally - pressed her lips against his. 

About a million things flashed through his mind, and he felt like it would promptly shut down, replaced with her scent, her feel, her sight, her.

She pulled away and he fought the disappointed grumble that rose in his throat. 

“Tech?” she whispered after a long moment. Somehow, his name sounded almost pretty coming from her. She didn’t use his name very often, but that didn’t bother him much. 

“Hmm?” was the only answer he could formulate. 

Phee snorted. “Eloquent,” she smirked. “Your comm pinged a lot. Should you check it?”

Reality washed over him again like the waves he was beginning to hear from the open window. 

“Yes, I suppose I should,” he sighed, pulling up his datapad to scan over the messages he hadn’t heard arrive. 

A few from Omega, one from Hunter, but most were from an unspecified source on a very secure channel. Echo.

He read through the messages quickly. 

“Do you need to go?” Phee asked. He could tell that she was trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. He hated the idea of disappointing her. 

“Yes…eventually,” he breathed. “I will not be needed until it is time for Omega’s flying lesson.”

“Wh-”

“Tomorrow… afternoon.”

Her smirk was the last thing he saw as she nearly tackled him. 

Thanks for reading! - River

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It’s very important to me that Tech’s inner thigh is visible. Sorry, not sorry that I’m going to thirst reblog all your posts.

what genre would their album be tho? This pic, among with some other stuff is up on my Patreon in high res if you're interested ✨

How am I just seeing this beauty now? Why would the algorithm deny me this?

happy tech tuesday and day one of techtober2024 as created by @masksketchies ! I've never done one of these prompt lists before so i'm looking forward to tackling it :)

close up on techs jumper design (plus the one i own that inspired the drawing) bellow the cut!

i’m just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didn’t need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly he’s trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey what’s the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner

I Won't Leave You

Crosshair & Hunter

Warnings: intense training, discussion of decommissioning, loss of squad members (OCs that I made to explain why Tech seems to carry multiple roles), resignation to a supposed death

Note: this fic is not clone shipping. Nothing I write is clone shipping.

Mando'a Guide Osik'uram - rude person (literally "shit mouth") Di'kut - idiot

Crosshair’s arms were getting sore from holding up the too large rifle. The weight of it was familiar, but it had been hours of holding it up; his arms were getting weaker. 

“CT-9904,” the surly bounty hunter—who was now his instructor—growled. “How can you possibly expect to be a sniper if you can’t hold still?”

Crosshair knew it was a rhetorical question; he’d been punished for “speaking out of turn” when he’d answered before. He wouldn’t answer him this time, despite the resentment boiling in his gut. Instead he just rolled his eyes under the cover of his helmet. 

“Run it again,” the instructor warned. “Do better this time.”

That all too familiar knot formed in Crosshair’s throat, but he swallowed it down. Soldiers didn’t get nervous, right?

The simulation began and he fell into a rapid rhythm, taking down training droids one by one. 

Simulated sounds of war blared over the speakers; explosions all around him, screams of people being injured, never ending blasterfire. Then the rain started. Crosshair felt the temperature in the room drop. He hated the cold. His hands tightened on his rifle, but did not stop his rhythmic firing. 

The rain grew colder and heavier until it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see clearly through it, but Crosshair wasn’t just anyone. His eyes adjusted rapidly, easily seeing through the sheets of freezing rain. 

He’d been counting, of course. He only had 14 more targets and the simulation would be over. Maybe I can leave after this round, he thought, knowing that this was only the eighth time they’d been through this simulation today. Idly, he wondered how his brothers were fairing in their training today. 

A noise behind him nearly startled him, breaking his concentration and his rhythm. He spun around just in time to see the blue circle of stun bolt about to hit him. 

He woke up in a medical bay, head aching and eyes burning from the bright lights overhead. 

A medical droid hovered next to him. “CT-9904, you are awake,” it told him. “I will alert the medic.”

Crosshair watched the droid go, irritated by its happy tone, then closed his aching eyes. 

“Hey, Cross,” someone said. That voice was far too familiar. 

“Hunter,” he replied simply. 

“You okay?”

Crosshair didn’t answer, his brow furrowing into the deep scowl. 

“Right, stupid question,” Hunter admitted. “Are you hurt?”

“Don’t think so,” Crosshair shrugged. “Head hurts. Lights are too bright.”

Hunter wasn’t sure what to say, but as the newly minted leader of their squad, he figured it ought to be something positive. “Don’t worry, Cross, you’ll get it next time.”

Crosshair sighed. “There won’t be a next time, Hunter.”

Hunter scowled at his slightly younger brother, even though the other couldn’t see him. “Don’t talk like that.”

“We should just accept it,” Crosshair shrugged. “I got lucky during the initial testing; I only outshot Tech by six points.”

“Crosshair, you were made to-”

“I hate that he’ll have to take my job when he’s already got Fixer and Bugg’s on top of his own.”

“Cross-”

“Maybe you could take on piloting, too,” he suggested, ignoring his brother and squad leader’s attempts at redirecting the conversation. “I know you scored higher than me and Wrecker.”

“Would you just-”

“Oh! And make sure you don’t tell Wrecker that 99 and I made Lula for him; I’ve got an image to maintain even after I’m dead.”

“You’re not gonna-”

“You gotta make sure Tech sleeps. I know he’ll be busy with four roles instead of three, but he’ll work himself to death before choosing to sleep. But if you wrap him up in a blanket like a tubie, he knocks right out.”

“Crosshair, please. Please stop.”

He did, unable to continue after hearing the desperation in Hunter’s words. 

“You’re not getting decommissioned,” Hunter affirmed.

“Hunter-”

“No. I was too late to save Bugg and Fixer, but I’ll die before I let the long-necks take away another one of my brothers.”

The regret and guilt that permeated his voice stung. He knew Hunter blamed himself for not helping the others enough, but hearing him now, he realized that his older brother blamed himself entirely for the loss of their brothers. 

“I-” Hunter whispered, not daring to look at his brother. “I can’t lose you too.”

“You won’t,” Crosshair promised, reaching out to touch Hunter’s wrist. He looked up to see his brother’s signature smirk. “Can’t get rid of me that easily, ya know.” (I won’t leave you.)

Hunter chuckled as he wiped a stray tear onto his sleeve. A sense of normalcy crashed over him like a wave. “Yeah, well, first time you go off on your own during a training sim, I’m throwing you in the water.” (I won’t let you.)

Crosshair scoffed. “Osik’uram.” (I love you, brother.)

“Di’kut.” (I know, and I love you, too.)

Thanks for reading! - River

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I might be enjoying drawing shirtless Rex a little too much, but… I love him your honor