Haven't written modern au in forever
Hunter's alarm blared.
He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.
He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.
He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.
"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.
"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."
"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.
"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.
"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.
"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."
"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.
He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"
"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.
Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.
Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.
Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.
"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.
Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.
He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.
A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.
Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"
Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.
"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.
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I cannot get over how much this one scene informs us of Tech's priorities, personality, and how much he cares about his squad.
THE SCENE: "Replacements," season 1 episode 3; the Marauder is in dire need of repairs
This scene is often played for laughs (and let's be real, it IS hilarious). There's Tech, completely ignoring Echo's not-so-subtle hints to help fix the ship, instead prioritizing tinkering with his gadgets because his definition of "critical systems" is apparently vastly different than others'. Result? The ship crashes.
But... Tech is RIGHT to be concerned about the chips.
He has been warning his brothers about the chips since Order 66, multiple times throughout "Aftermath" and "Cut and Run."
2. He suspected Crosshair was susceptible to the effects of the chip early on.
3. He saw firsthand the friction caused between Crosshair and the rest of the squad due to the chip, with the ultimate result that Crosshair attacked the squad and shot Wrecker.
OF COURSE he is going to prioritize creating a device that will test the functionality of their own chips - and I think he has two reasons for this.
First: Prevent further catastrophe by making sure no one else on the squad is at imminent risk of acting out like Crosshair did.
Can you imagine what could happen if anyone else became susceptible to the chip's effects? (Oh yeah, we can: we see exactly what happens with Wrecker on Bracca.) Tech's not losing another family member the way he just lost Crosshair.
Second: Support his theory that Crosshair's actions ARE a result of the chip. (Omega talked to Crosshair about this (in a roundabout way) in the brig, but it's Tech who mentions this possibility to the squad.)
And if they can find a reason, a solid explanation, for why Crosshair has turned on them, maybe they can find a way to help him.
Tech is logical and rational. He understands people by analyzing them, finding reasons to explain their motives and actions; and by understanding them, he can come up with a plan to fix the situation. And that's exactly what he's doing here: by proving his theories about the inhibitor chips, he can better help his family.
So, as much as I still laugh over Tech's nonchalant "We're fine" as they're LITERALLY CRASHING, I also find it so dang heartwarming and sweet that Tech was SO focused on saving his team in other, equally crucial ways ❤️
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I be sobbing over my own fanfic concepts
To be fair-
Tech, with new prosthetics that he had made out of the materials from the skylight that crushed him, having an absolute meltdown as he tries to apologise, while Hunter just holds him. Hunter himself feeling this immense weight as the grief he never confronted will continue to not be confronted, because the clone he was grieving is alive- but in that very moment, it’s just Tech vulnerable, in great pain (because amputation is not a painless process), and flustered because he tried to do more. He did. He swears he tried, but there was just nothing he could do. And it hurts, please forgive me. I’m so sorry. It hurts so bad. I’m so sorry.
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Tech loves his personal space. Crosshair also loves Tech's personal space.
I genuinely think that we are all chronically short of clones sleeping in puppy piles (even if there are only two of them)
WIP uncolored version under the cut because I like it for some reason:
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