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Summary: The first time Omega attempted to fix a droid, it was Gonky's charging issue. Hunter had explained to her that the droid was defective and that repairing him was pointless. Despite the explanation, Omega had still begged Tech to teach her the basics of droid repair, and Gonky seemed thrilled to be the test subject. A few rotations later, the batch had accumulated enough scrapped droid parts for Omega to finally construct her own.
Omega hunched over the cluttered workbench, her eyes sparkling as she studied the half-built droid in front of her. It began as a pile of scrap that the Batch succeeded in rescuing from a junkyard on Ord Mantell. Now, it was barely more than a chassis, with a round, lopsided body and exposed wires.
"I think I've got it this time," she said. "You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong, right?"
Across the bench, Tech gave a small nod, adjusting his goggles without looking away from his data pad. On one side of the screen were several different readouts displaying diagnostics—power flow, servo calibration, and processor temperatures—scrolling in neat columns. The other side showed an annotated instruction manual on how to build your own droid, with optional modifications. His tone was measured as always. "I am closely monitoring. But you won't learn unless I allow you to make a few mistakes.”
Omega gave a nervous laugh under her breath. Her brothers were all talented in some way, but she had yet to find her place among them. She hoped this was it.
"I'm routing the existential circuit to the probability module, and—wait, is this the red wire or the orange one?" She squinted and held up two almost identical cables. Tech leaned in to scan the components.
"That one's red. Orange has a slightly translucent sheath. An easy mistake."
Omega smiled sheepishly and swapped them. "Well… here goes nothing."
She connected the last wire and pressed the activation button. For a moment, everything buzzed quietly. Lights flickered. A soft hum emanated from the chassis.
Then, BOOM!
A puff of smoke erupted from the back of the droid, and sparks flared from its side panel. The blast knocked Omega off her stool and sent Tech stumbling backwards.
"Oops," Omega groaned, sprawled on the floor, curls tangled and brows lightly singed. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"Hmm," Tech replied, waving smoke from his face. His goggles were skewed, and his hair was slightly charred at the ends. "Impressive in a purely destructive sense. Maybe we should have asked Wrecker for advice."
He approached the bench and picked up his data pad. It had been connected to the droid via a cable and had short-circuited. It was now covered in cracks and soot. "You connected the servo wires prior to grounding the fusion power core." With a sigh, he looked at the smoldering droid, then at Omega, his voice softening. "A common error. One I made when I was your age, with a far greater explosion."
"Really?" Omega's eyes widened.
Tech allowed a small smirk to break through his normally stern expression. "The fire was…extensive." He extended his hand and helped her to her feet. His gaze was calm and patient, something Omega had come to rely on. "With some adjustments, your droid will be operational in no time. But next time—"
"—double-check everything before turning it on," she finished for him, smiling. The two of them knelt over the small droid, now affectionately known as Sparks, smoke still curling from its body. It would take time, patience, and probably another minor explosion or two, but Sparks would eventually power up for good.
Omega was becoming quite the engineer, after all.
“And what have we learned from this?” || The Data Pad Incident
19/39 || 22/39
@summer-of-bad-batch || banner by @tlmtwelve || original data pad image found here!
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summary: Hunter tries a new ration bar. Little does he know that his immune system isn't amused at all and he has a heavy allergic reaction. Luckily, his brothers are there for comfort. Set before Echo joined the squad.
warnings: heavy allergic reaction: rash, difficulties with breathing, stomach aches and throwing up, needles and injections
words: ~1540
a/n: hello! another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch! man, i feel like i'm slowly filling all the prompts, hehe. this time i combined lula and "hold still.". it also might scratch on the comfort zone prompt, hehe. i luckily never had a severe reaction like that, but i researched that there are different stages and i thought if hunter has enhanced senses he might get a worse reaction, even though senses ≠ immune system. BUT! please don't expect this to be an accurate process of a reaction. well. i hope you still enjoy!
MASTERLIST
They are sitting in the cockpit of the Marauder.
Hyperspace is flowing around them, and they are on their way to their next mission.
Wrecker is lifting Gonky, training his arms. Crosshair is napping in a chair. Hunter is sure his neck will hurt as soon as he wakes up. Tech is sitting in the pilot seat, tinkering with some of his new projects.
And Hunter? He is just lingering in a chair next to Crosshair, eating some rations and enjoying the small break between missions. The last few were very stressful, and he was happy to just do nothing for once.
All his reports are done already (well, he thinks so at least) and his brothers are safe and happy for the moment.
Everything is fine and relaxing. Nothing bad is going on.
Or at least it seems like it.
When he first notices the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, he thinks nothing of it.
This new ration bar they have on board for now is very dry and has a foreign taste, but he doesn't mind it. He actually likes it a lot. But he has to drink a lot because of it. He thinks the feeling comes from the weird mixture.
Then, within the next minute, he realizes that his breathing is getting unusual. He has problems with taking air in, and he actually feels like someone is putting their hands around his neck, strangling him.
He coughs and turns around to make sure that isn't the case, but of course: no one is there. It is just his throat that did odd things.
But when time goes on, and his throat gets even worse, panic slowly makes its way into his system.
It is not just a scratchy throat - his whole mouth and lips are tingly, too, and when he touches them, he realizes that they have to be swollen.
"Tech," he coughs, and puts his hand on his throat, trying to scratch it. But it doesn't really help, because it is inside of it.
"Tech, I can't breathe," he croaks, his voice just above a whisper.
Tech immediately turns around, Wrecker plops down Gonky and moves in closer, and even Crosshair opens his eyes, suddenly wide awake and looking at him worried.
When Tech looks into Hunter's face, his eyes get big.
For a few seconds, none of them moves. Everyone just sits still, while Hunter coughs, pulling at his throat.
"Wrecker, get the med kit," Tech orders.
Then, all of them move at high speed.
Wrecker is sprinting away, coming back with the small kit, Crosshair runs to the bathroom to wet some towels, while Tech is crouching in front of Hunter, ordering him to open his mouth.
"Your tongue is swollen, too. And you have a rash on your face. What happened?" he asks, but Hunter just keeps coughing.
He holds up his hand with the ration bar, showing it to Tech, who seems to understand.
He pulls out his med scanner and uses it on the Sergeant.
Crosshair takes the wet towel to carefully wipe away some of Hunter's sweat and cool his face.
Hunter feels worse with every second.
He is getting nauseous and his stomach starts to ache. He is sure being hit by a speeder would be more pleasant.
He absolutely doesn't know, what is going on. Something like that never happened to one of them before. And it happened so, so fast! A few moments ago he was fine, and now he was scared of dying!
It has to be because of this new ration bar. He didn't do anything different from his routine today.
"What's going on with him?" he hears Wrecker, but it feels like he was far away.
He still can't breathe well, and he notices how some black dots seem to invade his field of view.
"I think he has an allergic reaction," is all Tech says, before a needle picks his skin.
"Ouch, Tech!" Hunter coughs and tries to move away, but Crosshair and Wrecker are at his side immediately.
"Hold still, di'kut," Crosshair hisses as Tech takes out another injection.
Even though Hunter feels like his throat gets a bit better immediately, it's the last thing he hears from them, before he slowly starts to fade away, letting the dark spots take over.
When he wakes up the next time, he's laying in his bunk.
There's a breathing mask across his face, and he notices that he can breathe much better than before. His throat doesn't feel thick and scratchy anymore, but he still feels very nauseous.
"Hunter? Are you awake?" he hears Wrecker's voice. He notices how he tries to be quiet, but it doesn't really work.
He nods and opens his eyes carefully.
A wave of nausea hits him again, making him gag.
"You need a bucket?"
Hunter nods, rips his breathing mask off his face and not a second later, he is bent over said bucket, throwing up his guts.
Wrecker's hand comes down to hold his hair back from his face.
"Thanks," he groans before gagging another time.
"Tech said you have an allergic reaction. It's better than before now, but you still have some symptoms. Enhanced senses an' stuff... Made it worse," Wrecker explains and helps him to sit down comfortable.
"Are you feeling better?" he wants to know a second later. Hunter just shrugs.
"Nauseous," he murmurs, just for his stomach to cramp together just a second later. "Argh," he whimpers and curls up.
"I'll go get him," Wrecker stands up when he sees Hunter's pain and is out of the room a second later.
When Tech arrives with his other two brothers in tow, he checks Hunter over again and tells him some stuff about his immune system's reaction he already forgets a second later. Even though he doesn't feel as bad as just an hour ago, there are still different aches in his body.
He throws up another time before the others can leave again.
Wrecker is at his side immediately, bringing him is bucket again.
"Thanks," he moans, but doesn't feel well at all.
He doesn't even know how his stomach is still able to come up with contents.
"You should lay down again. I'll bring you some medicine," Tech murmurs, and off he goes. Wrecker follows him, trying to help him with whatever he's doing with the meds.
Crosshair pats his legs through his blanket. He is still a little white around his nose.
When he slowly stands up, Hunter reaches for him unconsciously.
"Can you stay?" he asks quietly. Crosshair looks down on him again, before nodding.
"Yeah, just give me a second…," he murmurs and walks over to Wrecker's bunk.
"What're you doing?" Hunter wants to know.
"Nothing," Crosshair gives as an answer, but a second later, he is by his side again, pressing Lula into his hands, trying to look disinterested and nonchalant. "Here."
Hunter can look through his façade but doesn't say anything.
"Lula? Why?" Hunter still asks confused when he pats the plushies head.
"Just take it," Crosshair growls, and shakes the plushy impatiently.
"And when I throw up on her?" Hunter asks again. He still feels sick, and tired, and at the same time the meds from before make his brain weird.
"Then we'll wash it," Crosshair assures him.
"Okay," Hunter whispers again and presses the plushie onto his chest, hiding his face between her ears.
"You think Wrecker will mind?" Hunter questions then. Crosshair shakes his head. Hunter smiles.
A weird but still very familiar smell tickles his nose. She smells like oil, sweat, fear, grieve, and like his brothers. Especially like Wrecker. And Crosshair.
He immediately feels better.
"Can you tell me something?" Hunter asks, looking for even more comfort.
Crosshair looks at him with raised eyebrows.
"Please? For your sick favorite brother," he tries to tease.
Crosshair scoffs. "You're not my favorite brother."
Hunter's smile widens. "Yes, I am."
Crosshair rolls his eyes, before sighing quietly.
"You remember those regs from last mission?"
Hunter nods.
"Found their secret stash," he admits, and pulls out a small bag of gummies out of nowhere.
"That's not what I wanted to know. Crosshair! You can't steal stuff," he murmurs.
Crosshair opens the pack in a demonstrating way and pulls out a handful of the colorful sweets.
"Yes I can!" he just says and offers some to Hunter. He shakes his head. He doesn't want to throw them up again.
"How did you even find it? If it's secret, it had to be in their barracks," Hunter says, already worrying about possible complaints they might receive in foreseen future.
Crosshair starts to tell about his adventures in the regs' barracks, and Hunter slowly starts to drift off while listening to the quiet voice of his brother.
He is already out of it again before Tech comes back with the meds.
Over the day, he wakes up various times, to either throw up or drink some water. He still feels nauseous and his stomach was still very upset, but every time he opens his eyes, Lula is still in his arms, comforting him, and Crosshair is still sitting next to them, taking care of him.
i’m finding accounts that i enjoy watching and the type of content that i enjoy watching, im planning to choose youtube as the platform. i’m constantly on youtube and watching videos (sometimes i fall asleep watching youtube). i don’t think that finding the accounts will be too hard for me, i think that the hardest part will be trying to narrow it down to 3, i have 5 in mind at the moment. i think that i’ll choose accounts that are very similar. i know that the accounts i have in mind have the same audience.
(tagging @summer-of-bad-batch because I forgot, haha)
Main Prompt: The Data Pad Incident
Alternate Prompt: "Do you ever miss it?"
Bonus Prompt: Pillow Fort
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CHILDHOOD
Hunter and his brothers watched as the kids built their pillow fortifications in preparation for their upcoming battle. It was boys against girls, with Omega, Lyana, Sami, and Eva on one side, and Mox, Deke, Stak, and Jax on the other. It has only been a few weeks since Tantiss and while they’d found Bayrn’s mother and reunited them, finding the others’ parents was still proving to be a challenge. But in the meantime, they were happy here on Pabu.
“Do you ever miss it?” Echo asked. “Being young, I mean.”
“Chronologically speaking, we are still young,” Tech said.
Hunter saw Echo roll his eyes, but his lips twitched into a smile.
“Fine. Biologically young. When we were cadets. Did you ever have the chance to play around? Have a bit of fun like this?” He nodded to where the kids had started lobbing pillows back and forth, trying to hit each other and knock down the opposing team’s fort.
Crosshair smirked. “We had our moments.”
“Heh, yeah,” Wrecker agreed. “We used to get into SO much trouble! Hey Tech, remember the Data Pad Incident? Now that was fun! Haha!!”
Hunter noticed Tech’s face redden slightly as he adjusted his goggles.
“As I have stated before, that was not my intent.”
“What’s this?” Echo asked.
“I was merely trying to access the live feed to the Senate,” Tech started to explain.
“But that’s not what you got, was it?” Crosshair teased.
Tech sighed. “It was not my intent to-” But Wrecker cut him off this time.
“To get the Senate Uncensored feed instead? Hahaha!”
“It was a simple mistake,” Tech muttered.
“And a fun one, too!”
Hunter watched Tech’s face become a deeper red and Echo’s eyes widen as the realization of what Tech had accessed on his data pad dawned on him.
He chuckled, turning his attention back to the kids. Their battle was in earnest now, the air heavy with pillows and shouts of glee being tossed back and forth. No clone could claim to have much of a childhood, but this, he realized, was what they had all fought for - for the next generation to not have to fight like they did. For they themselves to get to live out the rest of their lives in peace. For the future.
