#sw tech

Somehow, Tech’s mind stood on the topic, even with other things at hand- like minor repairs. Especially since the Batch had downtime and weren’t being attacked at the moment. They also deemed it a good use of time leading up to the festivities that both you and Omega were excited for. At this point, the sun was nearly overhead and reaching its peak. You had met up with Omega to continue walking around to “take in the different smells and sounds,” as you had put it. 

“It’ll be good for us all to appreciate different cultures.” You gave a wide smile as you played with the new string bracelet on your wrist. 

You loved it here, and they were more than aware of it. 

Every time you smiled, his chest would tighten and he would feel a heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks. He could curse himself over the effect you were having on him. He had work to do. 

Tech was working on the side of the ship now, the outer panel sat on the ground next to the ship. The familiar sound of a torch sounded as bright sparks escaped the hole and landed on the ground. 

Hunter and Wrecker were in the ship handling some inventory and thus leaving Tech by himself all over again. He was left with his racing thoughts and busywork. 

If he brought you one red rose… If he did bring you one red rose… His hands began to work faster as his thoughts began to mush together. They were weaving in and out as he thought. If he brought you one red rose, he could smell your sweet perfume. His gloved hands working with the different tools on all the different parts in the side of the ship slowed slightly. If he brought you one red rose, you would gaze into his eyes. 

If he brought you one red rose…

His eyes widened and he paused his work. What was he thinking? With a hefty breath, he jumped off of the ship and onto the ground as he tried to let the rational thoughts back into his head. 

He looked at the cables, then to the datapad that sat on a crate nearby. Hesitantly, he glanced to the foliage that perfectly framed the path that led to the boisterous village. No more than fifty paces away. Strong, deliciously over spiced smells wafted through the air. You were over there… He snapped his head back to the datapad.

Numbers. Logic. Science. They last forever. They won’t hurt him. Flowers will shrivel whereas his equations will thrive. They almost never fail to get the Batch out of tight situations, not to mention the Riot Race he won. Old Archimedes kept this one alive. Numbers, equations, rationality they’re all still around because they are what run the galaxy. Not emotions. Numbers are important. He said that pi is always three point one four one-

His brown eyes glanced at the path that led to boisterous children, bright colors, and mouth watering smells. To you.

-five. 

Emotions and logic can never mesh for productivity, they can never combine to get to an end goal. They just… can’t. And like this? It’s far too risky to intertwine your lives when you’re both trying to survive and keep away from the Empire. When you’re trying to make sure you both play your roles to the best of your abilities to keep the Batch alive on missions. 

He shouldn’t. He won’t. He'll hide back in himself again. He’ll draw back on any types of advances. He won’t bring you a rose. He won’t go to the dance tonight. He’ll stay at the ship and continue to work. There’s safety in numbers, like pi equals three point one four one five- 

He peaked over at the path. 

-nine. 

He walked over to the datapad that sat on the crate.

“Tech, have you finished those repairs yet?” Hunter peaked out from the entrance to the ship. Tech straightened before reaching up and adjusting his goggles with his free hand. 

“They are almost completed.” 

Some things you count on like three point one four one five nine.