#tbbtechweek2022

Crosshair helps Cody cheat 😂 poor Tech lol!

Well, I thought it was obvious. 🤓

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Sad to see this week is almost over. It’s been a great help to me creatively and through it I’ve wrapped up writing in a journal of mine that I’ve had since 2019, and I can’t think of a better way to finish off that journal than with Tech Week. 

Tech flopped down next to the Marauder’s control module.

Their mission hadn’t quite gone to plan and there had been too many close calls for his liking, leaving him in a state of heightened anxiety and a pounding headache.

He awkwardly put in the coordinates to their rendezvous point, trying to not look at the bright flashing buttons for too long, before setting the ship to auto-pilot once he got the roughest part of the fly was over.

Removing his helmet, he began to rub his temples and block out the sounds of his vods settling down behind him.

It was moments like these that he felt the most sympathetic towards Hunter for what he must have to go through on a daily basis.

As he struggled to calm his aching head he heard the door open behind him, he didn’t turn to look at who had entered though.

Not long after though he heard the light clunk of something metallic being placed next to him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a cup of water placed in front of him.

“Drink,” a harsh, curt, voice said to him. Instantly he knew it was Crosshair, “Maker knows you don’t drink enough anyways,” he criticized.

Tech rolled his eyes, feeling them strain against the movement, grabbing the cup and taking a small sip from it.

He could feel his ori’vod’s glare as he slowly sipped the water rather than quickly drinking it like he would want.

“With the utmost respect, you don’t drink enough water either.” He smirked when out of the corner of his eye he saw Crosshair’s face screw up with frustration.

A silence settled between them as Tech continued to drink and Crosshair watched him, making sure that he got every last drop.

Crosshair’s expression fell into one of thoughtful contemplation, a look he usually got around Tech when he was trying to think of something to say.

“If you want to say something then please do.” he implored, his head was still pounding but it was always better to get Crosshair to just spit out what he wanted to say then wait for him to say it.

Crosshair sighed, “Back there, during the mission, when Hunter nearly got shot you were starting to talk about the native wildlife. You got cut off before you could continue-”

Tech sighed, “Please don’t remind me, I already am aware one of my faults is getting carried away in the heat of battle on somethings that is not important. I’m-”

“I want you to continue!” Crosshair cut in before he had to hear Tech talk down on himself anymore.

Tech froze up, staring at Crosshair in confusion. “You want me to continue?”

“It could be important for later,” he tried to wave away the request as if it wasn’t extremely kind of him.

“Are-are you sure? I can’t say how long I’d talk for and I don’t know how good it will sound since I have a headache and-”

“Tech, I want you to ramble to me about plant life. Just-take it.”

He looked completely flabbergasted, but slowly began to sputter out the beginning of his ramblings.

Crosshair, carefully moving his vod’s helmet, sat down in the co-pilot seat and leaned back. Letting Tech’s words flow through his mind, allowing him to properly relax.

He nodded a few times, prompted him when needed, and overall it was a pleasant experience for both of the brothers. Tech was allowed to finish his ramblings and unload all the information he’d learned about the planet, and Crosshair allowed himself to relax, not feeling the need to worry about what would happen in the future at that moment.

Day 4 "Obviously, we are different"

Decided to take a different approach to this, sorry 🥲

Prompt: Obviously

Genre: Gen, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Discussion of trauma and nightmares.

Summary: Omega has a nightmare. Tech is the only other person awake to comfort her.

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Omega didn’t remember the actual events of her dream, but she did remember the emotions that hung around her like a dark fog while it happened. Terror stabbed its icy fingers into her heart and squeezed at her lungs. Sorrow made its home deep inside her every muscle, creating a sadness so intense that it felt like an ache all over her body. When Omega awoke in her gunner’s-nest-turned-bedroom, her body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. She rolled over onto her side and waited for the uncanny feeling of her half-remembered dream to leave her, but it refused.

“I can’t be alone,” she said to no one in particular. She pushed her blankets aside, hopped down from her makeshift bed, and tiptoed to the cockpit to see who was awake watching the ship’s scanners.

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