#techmoon

Canon: -IMPORTANT NOTE: This is currently a Fanfic I'm writing, so I don't want to give TOO much away. This one will be short and sweet. -Star Command, where Heather lives and works, learns of the Pabu Invasion, and become greatly concerned about the Empire expanding into their territory. Heather and her team, the Psi-Corps, volunteer to make contact with the island and their refugees. -This is set in the "Tech is Alive, STFU." Universe. So of course Tech is going to have some strained relationships, PTSD, and guilt after Plan 99. -Just so y'all know, there will be a LOT of Psychology in this. -Like, a LOT. -Heather's team, the Psi-Corps arrive on Pabu safely, and welcome their citizens into their ship. Tech, curious about the newcomers, also boards the ship and speaks with Heather. Heather quickly endears herself to him by answering his questions regarding the customized space shuttle she uses to travel with her team. -Tech decides they need a hyperdrive, and finds himself offering to help them install one. You'd think that pretty rude, but Heather thinks this is a great idea! She thanks him and tells him she can't wait to get started! -Oh, Tech...what have you gotten yourself into?

Disney Universe:

Prefix:

As we know, you are able to visit most of your favorite Disney Characters at the Disney Parks. Here, these characters live and work in these Disney Parks. If they aren’t filming a movie or show, they are welcome to greet guests.

Heather Lightmoon, being Buzz Lightyear’s sister, is permitted to stay in the parks due to her brother’s lineage.

During the 2020 Pandemic, construction began on the Disney Plus Studios, a studio where episodes and movies for the Disney + streaming service are produced. Each studio: Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, and National Geographic has studios on premises.

Characters from each studio encounter each other during active filming. For Example: Loki and Tarkin could grab a coffee if they wanted to, Wrecker and Luisa could arm wrestle in the cafeteria, Buzz and Dr. Strange could discuss Quantum Physics, anything you can think of!

But this story has two characters, one a star and another a barista, where they should’ve been galaxies apart, meet in this studio.

NOTE: I will be setting this studio in Orlando, Florida. No offense to the Disneyland community, (I’m sure it’s great! Would LOVE to go one day!) I’m more familiar with the Disney World park. Besides, they have the Kennedy Space center, which is SUPER useful for a space character. Am I right?

About Heather Lightmoon

This is the TL;DR portion of Heather Lightmoon’s story. The full, detailed version can be found on my AO3: Gift and Confinement. More will be added to the series.

Heather was born and raised on Saturn, her parents died from an inexplicable event when she was 12 years old. This led to her placement at the Star Command Academy.

During her time at the Academy, Heather met and fell in love with a boy named Zeral. On her 18th birthday, Zeral manipulated her into breaking into the Archives and stealing the Mace, leaving her to face the consequences of his actions.

Heather was imprisoned and expelled from the Academy, but managed to escape and met up with a familiar cat named Solar, who joins her when she goes on the run.

Without giving too much lore away, Heather is able to reunite with her brother, Buzz Lightyear, and learns a shocking secret about Zeral.

In this universe, Buzz takes Heather to his home in Tomorrowland in Magic Kingdom.

Clone Wars

This timeline will be in the same format as the releases of the Clone Wars and Bad Batch. (With some of the timeline being fictionalized for story purposes.)

The Disney Plus studio opened in limited capacity during early 2021. The requirements to enter the studio were to be fully vaccinated, wear a mask, and observe social distancing protocol.

At this time, Heather was hired as a part-time barista for the studio cafe in the lobby. The cafe was a cozy retreat where you could get the creative juices flowing or just relax.

The last season for the Clone Wars was the first Star Wars project that would be filmed in this studio.

When filming began for the Bad Batch arc, Heather encountered Tech for the first time. He ordered a medium coffee with a hint of cinnamon. Heather was quite entranced by Tech’s eyes, but tried to ignore the budding feelings inside of her.

At first, Heather’s feelings were easy to brush off. After all, this was just a guy who visited the cafe to get his coffee. Nothing more, nothing less.

Tech was the same way, she was the girl named Heather who made his coffee and provided snacks in the morning. But he did notice she walked home with Buzz most of the time.

One time, he asked her about Buzz, that’s where he learned they were siblings.

After the Bad Batch Arc wrapped up filming, Heather would lay awake at night, her mind racing about the trooper who ordered a cinnamon coffee. Tech just couldn't stop running through her mind, no matter how much she tried to fight it.

Little did she know, Tech would also be thinking of her late into the night as well.

When The Bad Batch was announced, Heather was extremely excited about seeing Tech again, but she tried to tell herself it wouldn’t lead anywhere.

But that didn’t stop her from stalking him on Spacebook...

Season One

By the time The Bad Batch started filming, the COVID restrictions had been lifted. Heather and Tech saw each other’s faces for the first time ever. Heather was quite flustered by how...handsome Tech was under his helmet.

Because of the restrictions being lifted, the lunchroom opened. Usually, Heather would leave around lunchtime, but she decided to stay through lunch to try the food. AKA: Stare at Tech.

Heather would usually sit by herself, a classic introvert move. Once, Wrecker waved her over to sit with the Batch and Omega. While hanging out with them, she found herself opening up more.

After this, she would start staying later at work. Tech quickly became one of her favorite customers, she had his order and favorite pastries memorized in no time. Sometimes, she would know that Tech needed a pastry just by looking at him. She usually gave these to him “on the house”.

Chapter One: Intergalactic Emergency

The large conference room stifled with the sheer number of Rangers in attendance. Usually, this room would never be used for mission briefings. Some briefings were even given informally: “Hey, can you guys go get that rogue robot? He went haywire in the repair pod again.” Then there were top-secret assignments that could only be discussed behind two locked doors and get stamped with CLASSIFIED once complete. But today, the tension in the room was palpable. Rangers exchanged nervous looks, some tapped pens on the desks impatiently, most of them gritted their teeth and clenched their shaking hands.

This is an intergalactic emergency.

“Alright! Listen up!” Commander Nebula boomed, his usually confident voice tinged with grave concern. “As many of you know, there’s been a situation a few galaxies over. But in case you’ve been living under a rock, I’ll break it down: While most of you were wrapping up at the Academy, this galaxy was locked in a brutal, but self-contained civil war. Known to us as the Clone Wars. However, we have seen that the Empire, a totalitarian dictatorship, has taken power very quickly.”

A few stunned gasps and bitter nods punctuated the silence for a moment. The room darkened before a large galaxy projected across the wall, outlined by three concentric circles. “This first circle is the Core World. Most of the Empire’s base of operations are stationed here. Second circle is the Mid-Rim, also firmly under Empire control.” A young ranger shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fidgeting with his fingers. Commander Nebula continued, gesturing to the third circle.

“This is the Outer Rim, where we need to draw the line. If this Empire expands to other galaxies, we’re staring down the barrel of an intergalactic crisis.” On the hologram, a planet was highlighted, the name Scarif illuminated on the very outskirts of this rim. “This is Scarif, located in the outermost part of the Outer Rim.” Commander Nebula continued. “Recently, the Empire attacked one of their remote island states: Pabu. This was an unprovoked attack, no prior warning or reason given to the best of our knowledge. Pabu is the home to refugees from the previous Clone Wars.” With that, outcries of shock, rage, and sorrow filled the room. Kai, a veteran ranger, shared a meaningful look with his captain. While Blair, a rookie fresh out of the academy, shivered in her seat with her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Do I really need to say it?! THE LAST THING THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE NEEDS IS THIS EMPIRE KNOCKING DOWN OUR DOOR!!!” Commander Nebula took a breath before continuing. “Usually, we can handle that dastardly Zurg on our own. He may be a pain in our ass, but at the end of the day, he’s just one crime boss. This Empire is a unified military force we can’t afford to reckon with. They got men, firepower, and damn good tactics that would make our founders cry. What we need is a team willing to make contact with the Pabu refugees and offer Star Command protection.”

“Whoever chooses to accept this mission is agreeing to a new frontier in protecting the universe from evil in the form of intergalactic cooperation.” Buzz Lightyear added, rising from his seat at the front. “But be aware: You will be working outside of the boundaries of the Galactic Alliance. You will be subject to the laws of the galaxy we are sending you to, so the Galactic Alliance won’t be able to support you in their usual capacity. In layman’s terms, if you or your team are captured by the Empire, there is very little we can do to secure your release.” Buzz paused for a moment, letting the intensity of the mission swirl across the room. “I understand how dangerous this mission is, but the rewards for a successful completion are long-term. Not only is this the first step in promoting intergalactic cooperation, we can begin intergalactic diplomacy, perhaps even trade, once this Empire is usurped from power.”

After a long silence, Heather Lightmoon stood from her seat, her long orange hair flowing down to her waist. Her purple celestial eyes radiated a determined gleam, a stark contrast to her small frame. Unlike the standard Star Command uniform, she donned a simple white tunic, etched with purple trimmings. A pleated skirt with the same purple edging ended at her mid-thigh. Underneath, she wore black spandex shorts for dignity. Her white boots ended at her knees, also edged with purple at the fastenings and soles. She armed herself with a crossbow settled on a gauntlet above her half-gloves. Embroidered into the center of her tunic was a purple psi symbol, with a comet soaring above. Heather wore this unique insignia with pride, a symbol of her independence, setting her apart from the standard-issue Star Command uniforms.

“The Star Command Psi-Corps are honored to accept this mission.” Heather stated with confidence.

No one in the room said a word, who else but Psi-Corps would take on such a risk? Especially in another galaxy entirely?! Buzz surveyed the room, seeking out anyone else who would show a speck of interest in this special operation. Captain Novar averted her eyes, Sargent Maddox’s lip tightened, even Captain Rocco hesitated, surveying his team’s worried looks. Commander Nebula nodded. “Very well, if you and your girls will accept this mission, I approve your departure.” “I second.” Buzz stated. “Good luck, girls. And Heather...please be careful.”

Before Heather, Celeste, and Naomi could gather more information, Officer Stella sprung from her seat, her voice snarled in protest. “Captain Lightyear, Commander Nebula, I must protest in the strongest form. This team lacks the experience, capabilities, and discipline needed for such a mission.” 

Naomi, the tallest of the three girls, swirled around to face their Commanding Officer. Her short bobbed hair flew behind her, revealing the two white dots on her forehead that contrast her grey skin. Two stripes adorn each of her cheeks below her deep alien eyes. Her three grey fingers clench into a tight fist as she straightens her elongated neck. Snarling at their Commanding Officer, a deep rumble came from her chest that nearly filled the room. She armed herself with a whip and donned a uniform similarly to Heather’s, only her edging was a deep pink. To stand out, Naomi opted for a sword crossed with a spear for her insignia. Reminding herself and others of the team’s strength.

“And why is that?!” Naomi snarled. “You’ve sent us on dangerous missions before without a care in the world!” Officer Stella’s eyes narrowed, sending daggers at Naomi. “I assume you heard Captain Lightyear very clearly. This mission is in another galaxy, where all of you are subject to a totalitarian dictatorship. You girls are reckless, which will lead to your capture within a few days. And there will be nothing we can do to secure your release.” Officer Stella stated. “Oh really?” Naomi snapped back. “Where was that concern when you sent us to infiltrate that cannibal restaurant? Or when you ordered us to the surface of Planet Z to collect samples? And let’s not forget the time our comms were shut down on friggin’ TRADEWORLD! You’re not worried if we can complete this mission, you’re just pissed that we keep coming back from your suicide missions!”

Meanwhile, Celeste’s sapphire blue eyes were filled with concern. She gently placed her gloved hand on Naomi’s elbow, urging her to settle down. Her medium-length blue hair was a lighter shade than her eyes, which stood out from her pale skin and small stature. She also donned the Psi-Corps uniform with blue edging, choosing to arm herself with a simple metal staff. For her insignia, she chose a diamond spreading its wings with the medical cross centered inside. 

“With all due respect, Officer Stella, our record shows that we’ve completed several dangerous missions.” Celeste stated. “We also have resources: A shuttle that can sustain life support and transport large quantities; Communication systems that we know how to set up while we’re there; a certified emotional support animal; and Heidi Nu’duru is familiar with the galaxy we’re being assigned to.” Stella’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching tightly as her knuckles turned white. “And where did those resources come from?!” She retorted. “You found an old ship, somehow connected a crystallic chamber, and now you fly it around unregulated! As for Ms. Nu’duru, she works in food service and isn’t even qualified to go on missions. And you’re still bringing that mangy cat on missions?!” Stella slammed her hands on the desk in front of her, scattering papers around the conference room. “Clearly, this team regularly disregards the directives of Star Command! These insubordinate girls are NOT ready for a mission this intense!”

“Officer Stella, that’s enough!” Commander Nebula’s voice boomed as fixed his eyes on her. “As head of Star Command, I already gave this team the go-ahead. These girls have proven their worth time and time again on risky assignments. They will be provided with any resources necessary to complete the mission, all information will be shared with them, and we will do everything on our part to ensure a successful mission! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

Recognizing her defeat, Stella’s eyes dived to the floor as her shoulders deflated. She crossed her arms over her chest and she mumbled her affirmation, avoiding eye contact with Commander Nebula. “Psi-Corps, your team is dismissed to prepare for this important mission. Gather any personnel and supplies you need, and let us know when you’re ready to ship out” Buzz stated, his blue eyes locked onto Heather’s eyes. “And I want you girls to know...you are the pride and joy of Star Command. We wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Heather, knowing her brother believed in her, felt as though she already had everything she needed for this critical mission. She straightened her posture and gave a crisp salute to her brother, ready to lead her team on the first step to intergalactic cooperation. “We won’t let Star Command down.”

Chapter Two: Framed Brown Eyes

Rain on the island paradise of Pabu was rare. Yet, rain was a necessity for the lush flora of the island to thrive, for the earthy scents of flowers and damp grass enhancing the senses, alongside the added benefit of getting to skip watering the plants that day. Rain also provided a calming atmosphere, which was quite similar to Kamino, despite the cold eugenicists that inhabited the planet. Dark clouds rumbled over the island, shaking the earth and signaling the refugees to seek shelter.

Tech continued walking, ignoring the rumbles of thunder overhead.

Growing up on Kamino, he was used to the pattering of raindrops hitting the steel roof, the wind pounding against the reinforced windows of the Tapoca City, and the never ending thunder that could lull him and his brothers to sleep. As the water hit the thin layers of his tunic, Tech continued down the path, choosing to ignore the beauty of the island rather than pick up something like a flower and study it closely.

He shouldn’t even be here. The last thing he...nay, CX-2 remembered was a searing pain in his abdomen accompanied by the tingles of electric shocks across his body. Force knows how long time had passed before he opened his eyes with a start, adjusting to the dim light of the tent and the cold air of his surroundings. Tech was alive, laying on a rough military cot while being attended to by a Veteran Clone. CT-0113, nicknamed Eaglet, served as a double agent, following orders from the Empire while completing missions for the growing Clone Rebellion. 

During the dismantling of Tantiss' base, he had found CX-2 attached to the wall, clinging to life by a thread. Eaglet, despite the risk of facing the Empire’s punishment for desertion, carefully escorted the clone commando out of the base before tending to his wounds. Once Tech’s physical scars healed, Eaglet established a secure connection to contact Rex about the Rebellion’s new recruit. Hearing the numbers “9902” made Rex immediately contact Echo, who ran an emergency flight to reunite Tech with the rest of the family.

The cold wind gripped him, causing him to tense for a moment. A flashbang in his mind went off, and he felt himself strapped to the icy metal table again. He could still feel the constant needles piercing him, scalpels digging into his skin, and blood flowing out of his veins in his dreams. Oh, who was he kidding? They were nightmares. Every night he had them, and every night they got worse. 

He could still feel the pain of Dr. Hemlock’s injections. He still remembered the sheer panic of being completely blind and unable to fight back against his captors. Despite being trained to endure the most brutal of torture techniques, he could still hear himself screaming for help. For the first time in his entire life, he screamed for Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Rex, Omega...even Crosshair. Smelling the burning of flesh binding to metal in the nearby facilities. Hearing other clones screaming for death. Feeling the painful electroshocks at his temples These flashbacks would attack him out of nowhere and seemed to be triggered by anything and everything these days.

During his time in the torture chambers, he remembered Dr. Hemlock saying something about a “Dark Trooper”, but the topic was never elaborated further. At least, not in front of him. Tech had been meaning to research further into this Dark Trooper program, but his mental limitations impacted his desire to learn more. Every time he would try to search for answers, his stomach would twist in knots. He could feel his heart rate elevate, as he searched further. His breathing would become more erratic until he found himself back in Hemlock’s lab. He would scream for Hemlock to tell him what he wanted with him. What was the purpose of this project?! Why Him?! Alas, Hemlock would only stand in silence, not answering any questions until Hunter or Wrecker pulled Tech out of his hallucination; usually by ripping his datapad out of his hands, dragging him outside, and making him lay in the grass until he calmed down.

Dark Trooper...was that what the Empire wanted him for? Was that the monster they were trying to twist his exceptional mind into? The same monster who invaded Pabu...? Tech had tried telling himself that it wasn’t him who invaded the island, it was that monster. That...thing Hemlock wanted him to be. And yet, he remembered marching into the island to locate Omega, relaying information back to command, and ordering stormtroopers to search the domiciles until she was found. As much as he wanted to forget, to repress, the fact that he was there...and he was responsible. That would stay with him, and the refugees of Pabu.

The stares were worse than the memories and scars. Tech was used to strange looks, seeing as he was different compared to the other clones. However, him being the mastermind of the invasion made him stand out even more. Children would stare, of course, but they were children, they didn’t know any better. A select few children would light up in fascination before being whisked away quickly by their guardians. Most of the children he encountered would avoid looking directly at him, shrinking in fear if he got too close.

Not only the children would stare and look away, but almost everyone on the planet would stare when they thought he wouldn’t notice, and then quickly look away when he turned to face them. Thankfully, everyone had taken shelter from the storm, so Tech felt safe walking about outdoors, despite the rain soaking him down to his undergarments. His thoughts turned to his brothers as he rounded the corner of the long trail.

Hunter would look at him with sympathy, but he could still feel the Sargent’s sadness behind his comforting words and gestures. Such gestures included lots of blankets, preparing Tech’s favorite beverages, just sitting and talking to him, or knowing when Tech needed some space. While Echo had a more understanding look, Tech would internally question if he really, truly understood the pain of having his teeth drilled or having little implants sliced into him without the use of anesthetic. Although Wrecker tried to hide it, he was angry. His good eye burned with a restrained rage whenever he looked Tech’s way, ready to smash the nearest object to pieces for his brother. But what would that accomplish? Destruction wouldn’t bring the old Tech back. And then there was Crosshair, who had his own traumatic events to process and dissect.

Omega continued to look up to him, yet she still maintained the same look of utter despair as when he sacrificed himself. Such guilt plagued him in his waking moments daily. If he wasn’t having a nightmare or flashback, the guilt of leaving Omega to the clutches of Hemlock and his brothers to search for her without him consumed him.

Even Phee looked at him differently. 

Once he was brought back to Pabu, he had hoped that Phee could provide some respite from his traumatic experiences on Tantiss. However, in his attempts to open up to her, the fact became clear that she hadn’t quite forgiven him for running off without a proper goodbye. Another regret Tech had to process in his waking hours. What he should’ve said to her...what he could’ve done...How the interaction would’ve played out differently...and all that he didn’t say.

And now, there was nothing left for her to say to him. When she looked at him, he saw fear, anger, and despair in her eyes. No longer did she look at him with a sparkle in her eye or a flirty smile. Now, she just turned her head away from him whenever she saw him coming. No matter what he tried to do: sitting next to her, offering to help her, she would still turn away from him.

And every single one of these changes hurt. 

Despite change being a fundamental part of life. Despite having to adapt to his new life as an ex-soldier, and seeing his scarred body every time he looked in the mirror, seeing the result of the changes to his entire being was too painful to bear anymore.

He wished they had just left him to die.

His toes neared the edge of the cliff, as he looked out, Tech allowed himself one last spark of hope. That maybe...just maybe...someone he loved would call his name...

NO!

Something within him screamed, causing Tech to step back from the cliff. Where did this come from? Was this what little was left of his conscience?  Could this be the old Tech calling out to him? Urging him not to make such an irreversible decision? Tech took a few more steps back from the cliff, breathing heavily as he realized what he was about to do.

He had fallen once on Eriadu, which devastated his brothers and traumatized Omega. What would be accomplished if he jumped?! Nothing! How would that help his family?! It wouldn’t! If anything, jumping off that cliff would reopen old wounds he caused with Plan 99. No, he couldn't do that to Omega. He couldn't put his brothers through that pain again.

Tech knew he was born to be a soldier, to adapt and carry on in the face of adversity. But the heavy guilt was something he never expected to have to carry with him. By trade, he was an engineer, he knew how to fix complex engines, build brain scanners, and safely extract Ipsum. But the way the refugees looked at him in fear, as if he could grab their child or break into their domicile, or worse, how Phee barely looked in his direction...he didn’t know where to start to repair those wounds.

Nevertheless, falling again would only cause his family more pain than necessary. As Tech’s back pressed against the stone wall, he had to find a way to fix the pain he caused. If only he knew how to begin.

Tech needed a light.

Chapter Three: We Come in Peace

The Kennedy Canaveral, a repurposed Space Shuttle once used for trips to the International Space Station, glided through the stars. After nearly two weeks of her journey, Scarrif was finally within reach, with an estimated arrival within a few hours. The soft hum of the ship echoed through the bridge, alongside the occasional melodic beep of a button pressed. Celeste scanned the ship’s monitors, noting the stability of the fuel cells. “Our fuel cells are doing well, but they’re already at fifty percent.” She reported, rubbing her temples. “We’ll need to get more for any necessary travel off-planet.”

“So, you’re saying they’re gonna send us packing as soon as we land?” Naomi asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow at Celeste. “I doubt it.” Heidi grinned, her red eyes sparkling at Naomi while her blue hand caressed her cheek. “The Ascendancy where I grew up was more isolationist, but after I left, the worlds outside of Chiss Space were very welcoming.” Naomi’s long fingers glided through Heidi’s deep blue hair as she smirked at Celeste. “See? Nothing to worry about! We go in, we play nice, and they like us. This is gonna be a breeze!”

Heather entered the bridge, her uniform crisp and freshly ironed, the white fabric shimmered under the ship’s lights. Solar, her familiar cat, perched on her shoulder. Her soft fuschia coat adorned with blue stripes had been brushed. The purple base of her wings were well-maintained, with her white feathers preened. The blue antlers between her ears had been polished, her lime green eyes surveyed the bridge. Heather checked the flight plan, smiling to herself before turning to address her team.

“Alright girls, we’re almost there.” She smiled. “We just have a few last-minute tasks before we land. We have 30 seconds to form an initial impression on these refugees, and we need to get this right. I’d like for you to please clean and press your uniforms. I know this is a pain, but we’ll look like a professional and capable team. Not like we’ve been living out of our laundry pile and scarfing down fast food for the past two weeks.” 

Celeste nodded and surveyed her own uniform while Naomi and Heidi giggled. Heather smiled back and continued. “But if you aren’t cleaning and pressing your uniform, please clean the bridge. I already took to spot cleaning the outside of the ship before we left our final checkpoint, so the outside will be presentable when we land. But the refugees may want to see the inside of our ship. That, I don’t mind, transparency is important on a mission like this. Don’t worry, I’ll lock down any sensitive data beforehand. Any questions?”

“Yeah, who’s taking point?” Naomi asked, smirking as she cuddled Heidi closer. Heather thought back to their last mission, Celeste had navigated through a series of complex trade deals, using the diplomacy skills she had developed from her childhood as a princess. Just as a deal had been reached, insurgents broke into the meeting to demand hostages. Naomi, relying on her strength and fighting abilities during her time in the Ragers Gang, took point. Defending the diplomats alongside her teammates. Once the dust settled, Heather took point, wasting no time calming and reassuring both sides that Star Command would investigate the Insurgents.

Psi-Corps didn’t rely on a conventional leader, but the fact that Heather took point on the majority of missions earned her the status of de-facto leader. Despite being the leader on paper, Heather always valued Celeste and Naomi’s input and life experiences. Believing true leadership came from empowering others, she encouraged open discussions and joint decision making.

“This mission is going to test every one of us.” Heather replied. “We know our strengths, what we’re good at, and how we get things done. So, I think it’s best that we all take point on this mission.” Celeste’s eyes widened in surprise as Heather addressed her. “Celeste, your strength lies in peace and diplomacy. I think you would be successful in negotiations with the local government.” Naomi smirked heartily, as Heather turned to her. “Naomi, I know you care deeply about defending yourself and others, that’s why I’ll let you show the refugees exactly how Star Command will come to their aid, if need be.” Heidi’s smile dazzled as she gazed at Naomi. “Heidi, I’m putting my utmost trust in your advice as we navigate a galaxy you call home.” Heather smiled.

Solar meowed and rubbed herself against Heather’s cheek approvingly. “I’m glad to have your paw print of approval, Solar. You just keep being your adorable self.” Heather chuckled as she scratched behind Solar’s ears. “It’s a great idea, Heather.” Heidi said. “But ultimately, all of us will look to you for guidance.” Heather smiled and nodded, knowing her girls have what it takes to pull this off.

Soon, the Kennedy Canaveral glided towards the island of Pabu. The island is lush with vibrant plants, winding paths that could lead anywhere, a transparent soft blue ocean, and situated on a mountain with panoramic views of the sky. The girls gazed out the window as the shuttle approached closer and closer. “It’s...beautiful.” Celeste was the first to comment. Her eyes wide with appreciation. “Everything from here looks so peaceful, so...domestic.” Heather smiled over at her teammate. “Yes, it’s like the island itself is already wrapping us in a hug...” Heather softly stated, her own purple eyes sparkling. “Looks like a mountain of adventure...just waiting for us...” Naomi felt herself vibrating with excitement as she spoke. “An adventure I can’t wait to share with you, ner cyare.” Heidi sighed, intertwining her fingers with Naomi’s. 

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“Tech, look!” Omega called excitedly as a ship gilded overhead. The whoosh of the engines surrounding them. While Omega’s eyes were wide with excitement, Tech’s pupils constricted in fear. The elongated ship was...unfamiliar. Could this be the Empire returning?! Could they have sent out a search party for him?! No...No...Think this through logically. This was an unusual ship, yes. But it bears no resemblance to anything in the imperial fleet. 

“Come on!” Omega’s cheerful voice snapped Tech out of his rumination. Before Tech knew it, Omega was already dashing up the path to the Archaum, her legs moving as fast as they could carry her. Tech, on the other hand, kept a hesitant pace behind Omega. His boots dragging as he kept his sights on the unfamiliar ship, praying Imperials wouldn’t storm the island, looking for him.

Once they arrived at the shuttle, a decent crowd had formed. Their expressions were a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and apprehension. Tech’s gaze darted to the symbol near the shuttle door. A ringed planet posterior to a rocket, with two wings erupting from either side. He let out a slow sigh of relief. This was not the Empire, this is another unit entirely. Tech would usually analyse the meaning behind the symbol on the ship, or deconstruct each layer with his intense gaze. However, even the most basic engineering tasks had been cumbersome as of late.

The shuttle door opened, and four young women stepped out. While they were an array of various sizes and statures, Tech found the orange haired girl the most striking. Her purple eyes sparkled like stars, her long creamsicle hair flowed in the breeze, a graceful smile illuminated her face, and her uniform was recently cleaned and neatly pressed. This woman seemed more than a character out of place. She was...Celestial.

“Greetings! We are the Psi-Corps, a unit of Star Command invested in promoting galactic well-being and cooperation.” The young woman with long orange hair and purple eyes smiled sincerely as she held her hands up, parting her ring and middle fingers. “We understand the suffering and turmoil you have gone through, but please, rest assured: We come in peace.” 

Most of the refugees eased their tense shoulders, a collective sigh escaping their lips. A few curious smiles graced their faces as their eyebrows softened. Their arms swayed freely while their feet pointed towards the shuttle. Meanwhile, other refugees raised their eyebrows skeptically, their shoulders and back still tense. Their quizzical gaze roamed appraisingly over these newcomers. Some stood with their hands on their hip, or with crossed arms.

“My name is Heather Lightmoon. I’m a Psychology Apprentice, studying under the supervision of Dr. Animus.” Heather smiled warmly and gestured to the lanky blue haired girl next to her. “Hello, my name is Princess Celeste of Io.” Celeste curtsied gracefully to the crowd. “I am studying for my medical license through Star Command’s robust medic program.” Celeste nodded to the taller kaminoan girl. “‘Sup? I’m Naomi. And I’m super stoked to be here. You guys already seem like a lot of fun!” Naomi grinned as her hand tightened around Heidi’s. Heidi waved to the crowd, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ritrot! Ch’eo nuhn carcir Heidi Nu’rudu!” Heidi spoke in her native tongue before switching to basic. “Hi! My name is Heidi Nu’duru!” Solar meowed from Heather’s shoulder. “And this is Solar. She’s very friendly and doesn’t mind if you pet her.” Heather introduced.

The crowd parted the way for a large bald man with his arms swinging loosely as he approached the ship. His broad smile put the skeptics at ease as he opened his arms in greeting. “Welcome!” His warm voice enveloped the team. “I see you’ve come a long way to promote intergalactic cooperation. My name is Shep Hazard, the mayor of this fine town. I’m excited to hear what brings you to our little corner of the universe.”

“Hello, Mayor Hazard.” Heather smiled, relieved she didn’t have to ask to be taken to their leader. “We are here to promote intergalactic cooperation, but more importantly, offer protection.” Heather’s eyes softened with sympathy. “We understand your people would feel wary of outsiders after the invasion. However, this unprovoked attack on innocent civilians is deeply concerning to Star Command. We hope that we can find a way to protect your island from further attacks while maintaining your sovereignty.”

“Well, well, isn’t that thoughtful of you ladies?” Shep beamed. “I think we can start with a nice feast of Roasted Ronto with the Clone Commandos who serve as the protectors of this island. I’m sure their insights would be valuable for your mission.” Heather nodded, an excited grin on her face. “We accept your invitation, and we would like to invite the citizens aboard our ship, the Kennedy Canaveral, for a look around.”

Tech, Omega, and the group of refugees who accepted the tour were ushered into the pristine bridge. A wave of fresh air followed the group inside, mixing with the sterile recycled air the girls relied on for life. Notably in the center of the bridge was a pilot’s seat, surrounded by control switches and advanced steering equipment. Directly in front of it were two other chairs with steering controls. Naomi, her voice bubbling with excitement, explained these doubled as gunner and emergency controls. An inconspicuous escape hatch was nestled comfortably between these two controls. To the right of the pilot’s chair stood a computer terminal, displaying the array of ship controls and Star Command information. To the left of the pilot’s chair was a basic medical station. The sterile surface gleamed, ready for a quick-fix.

Directly behind the medical station, two sliding doors opened to reveal a spacious infirmary wing. Six beds fully stocked with supplies and monitoring equipment lined the walls. Two large, translucent tanks were adjacent to the cabinets and counters. “This unit can adapt to any circumstance we may encounter on our missions.” Celeste explained, trying to hide the hint of pride in her voice. “This infirmary has served as a triage unit, a trauma bay, or a biology lab. The door you see at the back leads directly to my quarters, if anyone needs my immediate attention.”

Behind the computer terminal, a narrow hallway beckoned the group to the team’s private living quarters. Three doors, each distinguished by unique emblems, designated a bedroom for each team member. From the compact kitchen, the aroma of basil surrounded the group further down the hallway. “We had some basil grilled cheese for lunch, one of our favorites.” Heidi explained. Finally, the tour culminated at the very rear of the ship. Which housed the beating heart of the Kennedy Canaveral: a crystal pulsed with energy, beaming a kaleidoscope of colors around the room among the symphony of humming motors.

“Our main power source comes from...um...” Naomi trailed off.

“Crystallic fusion, which gives power to your ion engine.” Tech’s soft-spoken British accent piped up, his tone matter-of-fact with a hint of shyness.

Heather looked over at the tall clone and smiled softly. “How did you know?”

Tech glanced away awkwardly, intertwining his fingers so she wouldn’t notice his fidgeting. “I...am familiar with the distinct hums of various ion engines, such as yours. However, I have yet to distinguish an engine with a crystallic power source. The mere sound is...not only fascinating, but very...calming...”

Heather’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling, her brow furrowed thoughtfully before her soft smile returned as she listened to the gentle hum of the engine. “I never thought of the engine as calming. I guess I’m just so used to listening for any problems that I never noticed how...serene the sound can be.”

“Precisely.” Tech responded, his attention only on Heather while Celeste led the rest of the visitors out of the engine room. 

“You hail from Star Command, correct?” 

“Yup! Universe Protection Unit, same as my brother.” Heather responded, her tone light. 

“You also have a brother?” Tech’s eyebrow raised as his head tilted. He felt his keen interest, which he thought he had lost, returning to him. 

“Buzz Lightyear.” Heather smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Tech felt his respiration rate constrict for a brief moment. Buzz Lightyear?! The Space Ranger is only known to this galaxy by reputation. Despite the high probability of never meeting the man, he was fortunate enough to be standing before Buzz’s sister. This situation was an unforeseen circumstance. An anomaly in the carefully crafted variables in the universe. This meeting defied every logical probability. Perhaps...coincidence was a better method of disseminating this chance encounter...?

“I take it you have brothers as well?” Heather asked after a long moment, interrupting his analysis. “That is correct. Technically, I am one of millions of clone troopers disseminated across the galaxy. However, with my own squad, designated as ‘The Bad Batch’, I am the second oldest among the genetically mutated...er, enhanced members.” Tech answered, his shoulders tensing slightly, ready to kick himself. Oh, why did he have to tell her they were genetically mutated?!

Rather than the odd stares or odd looks Tech was accustomed to, Heather’s purple eyes sparkled with...intrigue. And perhaps a bit of...affection? “Are you guys the protectors of the island Mayor Hazard mentioned?” She asked, rocking herself slightly. Tech glanced away, his entire body rigid, he wasn’t a protector. Not after what he’s done as that monster...CX-2. In a rare occurrence, Tech was at a loss for words. However, it would be impolite to leave a woman with such intriguing eyes without an answer.

“Exactly.” Tech stated bluntly, trying not to allow his posture to waver as the back of his exceptional mind screamed that he was lying. “Am I correct in assuming that you hail from the Gamma Quadrant of the Universe?” He asked, changing the subject. Heather’s soft gaze lit up with a knowing smile. “You seem to have taken the time to study the universe.”

Tech watched as Heather held her hand palm up, small stars erupting from her fingers to form a map of a galaxy he didn’t recognize. He noted the exact trajectory of each planet and the luminosity of each star, his eyes bright with appreciation. “The heart of the Galactic Alliance is here on Capital Planet.” She explained, one of the stars emitting brighter than others. “Buzz and I go there when we’re on shore leave. This planet over here is Tradeworld. It’s a planet teaming with danger, known for its vast criminal underworld. While Rizone over here is known for their peaceful inhabitants...”

As Heather explained her neck of the universe, Tech's eyes widened in awe of what she had demonstrated just for him. Noticing Tech’s expression, Heather quickly stopped talking and jerked her hand back towards herself, letting her stars fade out, “Oh...Sorry.” Heather apologized, her gaze turning downwards as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m made of stars, and...I really should warn people before I do that.” Although, Tech truly wished she hadn’t. He found her display of power and knowledge...fascinating...  

“You...have travelled a long way to assist us.” Tech stated softly. “However...I noticed your ship lacks a hyperdrive.” 

Heather’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment at Tech’s observation before responding. “Oh...Well...we’ve never really needed a hyperdrive. As...this is our first intergalactic mission.” 

“Yes, I’m quite certain your mission will be the first of many. Your lack of a hyperdrive will become a crucial detriment to future intergalactic peace missions. A detriment that I am more than willing to remedy.” 

Tech’s tone was earnest, where he felt that familiar spark ignite in his mind as soon as the offer left his mouth. For that brief moment, he was excited about a project he felt...strongly about. He felt his hips twitch, knowing his tools were easily within reach, eager to start collecting the parts needed to construct and install the hyperdrive. His hands trembled slightly in excitement, eager to learn every inch of this ship. It was almost as if the old Tech was back, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt such...passion. Heather’s purple eyes widened in appreciation as an excited smile graced her rosy cheeks. She grasped her hands together, intertwining her fingers as she did her best to keep her gaze to Tech. “I...We...would really...appreciate that. Thank you, Tech.” 

“Tech?” Omega’s voice echoed into the engine room. “Sorry for interrupting, but Hunter wants us back home to get ready for Shep’s feast.” Her tone was slightly apologetic as Tech regained his composure, the spark in his eyes once again dimmed as he addressed her with his usual matter-of-fact bluntness. “Very well, Omega. I shall be there in short order.” Omega smiled at Heather before leading Tech out of the ship. “Bye, Heather. It was nice to meet you!” Heather returned the smile as she escorted the two out, doing her best to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

“Tech!” Heather called out after him, a faint pink caressed her cheeks. “I...I’ll see you at the feast, right?” Tech gazed back at her, allowing the faintest of smiles to grace his lips. “Yes. I will be there, Ms. Lightmoon.” He answered, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. Heather met his brown eyes one last time before adding softly. “Please...call me Heather.” “Heather...” Tech repeated, his eyes softening as the two gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment. A small tap on Heather’s back finally made her tear her gaze away from Tech, her cheeks flushing brighter.

“Heather, I’m sorry to interrupt you.” Celeste’s eyes were wide with worry. “But...we have a problem. Our extra crystal...it’s gone...”