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zoeykallus · 6 months

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This may or may not be a request but would Tech let the reader pilot the Maurader? Or you can turn it into a request :)

Aloha!

Hmm, let me try to unfold the scenario in my head...

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/Slightly Jelly Tech/Cheeky Crosshair

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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You're sitting there with tons of data cards and sketches around you. You switch from data card to data card in your holopad, trying to absorb all the information. By now, you already have a headache. Tech has given you plenty of other stuff to learn about flying in general, besides memorizing the Marauder's manual. About fuel composition, about various gravity and zero gravity calculations, about statics and material composition and properties of every part used in the Marauder, including modifications Tech himself has made. Tech is standing in the middle of the room, you're so focused and stressed from all the learning material, you don't even realize he's there. "You look frustrated" You're so startled by his unexpected presence that you throw your holopad at him. With a "Woah," Tech just barely catches it. "Someone's tense," he says with raised eyebrows, handing you back your holopad. "Don't sneak up on me like that, please," you say, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't sneaking," Tech says quietly, "I even knocked, but you didn't respond." You look at him, frowning and critical. "I'm in a study rut. No normal person can memorize all that, especially not that fast" Tech asks deadpan, "So I'm not a normal person?"

You answer without hesitation, "Definitely not, no. You know that too." Tech blinks and shrugs, finally saying, "Okay you might have a point there" "That I'm supposed to learn the manual I understand, partially some of the other stuff too. But why learn all the other extra stuff?" Tech raises his famous explaining finger, pushes aside a couple of the data cards and sits down with you. "As a pilot, you should not only be able to fly, but you should be able to make repairs, in case of emergencies. You should be able to calculate how much your shuttle can take, what you use in energy, fuel and so on" You sigh in frustration, "Okay by me, but what's with these provisions and food calculations? Tech smiles unperturbed and says, "On long trips you often don't have a chance to stop in between. It's important to be adequately supplied for those periods of time." There are so many different things, so damn many numbers, dates, your head slowly spins and the frustration intensifies. "I'll never fly the Marauder, at least not as long as you decide that," you growl silently, dropping your holopad on your bed among all the data cards.

As you get up to leave, Tech grabs your wrist. "Wait," he says gently, "you know I'm not doing this to annoy you, right? Having you learn all these things is not punishment or sabotage, quite the opposite, Love." You turn around with a deep, tired sigh and look at him. He looks up at you, his expression all soft, with a shy little smile. He explains to you matter-of-factly, "These are all things meant to PROTECT you. Piloting a shuttle, no matter where or where to, is always a certain risk. I just want you to be prepared for anything and to be able to respond to any contingency in an emergency." You laugh tiredly and rub your eyes. "Tech, I just wanted to take a turn, not take your place as pilot completely". He gently pulls you back onto the bed by your wrist and pulls you into his long arms and says with amusement, "I'm surprised though how determined you were to immediately throw yourself over all that study material. I didn't expect you to actually do that. You really want to fly the Marauder someday, don't you?" You put your arms around his shoulders and move even closer. With a satisfied smile, you watch his ears turn red. It's a nice feeling to know that you still make him nervous in that special way. "Yes," you say softly and kiss his reddened earlobe.

Tech shivers softly, smiles shyly, and finally says, "Okay, one lap around the planet, with me as co-pilot, then we'll see."

"Easy on the thrusters, Love," Tech says a little nervously. You take some thrust away and ask, "Better?" He nods. "Better." Things are going well, better than you expected. Tech even lets you fly a few maneuvers, though only the easier ones. You notice he's a little tense in the copilot seat the whole time, but he's still surprisingly calm. His commands are gentle and patient, not snappy and nervous as you expected. You grin and say, "You're doing great, Tech." He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, you give him a quick glance and ask, "What is it?" "Wasn't I supposed to say that to you?" You laugh and reply, "Feel free to do so" "You're doing great, Love" "Better than expected?" you want to know. His eyes roam over the console, and he says, "So far the warning light has only flashed once, so yes, way better than expected" "Were you expecting a disaster?" you ask with a laugh. Tech shakes his head and explains, "No not exactly, but I taught Omega to fly, the warning light had blown the first time after her second hour of flying. She's not a bad pilot, but she's downright reckless." "More reckless than you?" you ask, surprised.

"In a way, yes, for a beginner at least. But I'm not reckless, I'd rather call it daring." You laugh and say, "I bet she tried to mimic your wildest maneuvers". Tech smirks as he replies, "Indeed she has". "I'm not surprised. She admires you," you say, smiling. Tech clearly feels pride, yet he says with a wink, "All younger siblings tend to emulate older siblings. Omega also copied everything Hunter did from the beginning. Then when Crosshair rejoined the team, she followed his heels and copied everything. Even chewing toothpicks." The thought is amusing. You know Crosshair well enough to know that he was certainly overwhelmed with it at first and grumbled constantly. "Did she try the 'tech turn' too?" Tech laughs nervously and says, "I've already told Omega that maneuver isn't called that even though I think it's quite flattering. Yes, she tried it and succeeded, much to my chagrin. After the first few hours of flying, I could barely walk straight when I left the Marauder. A roller coaster ride is nothing compared to that." You grin and say, "Maybe I should give the 'tech turn' a try". Tech's eyes get huge. "No, please don't do that. This is only your first practical flying lesson" You laugh and say, "My first lesson? You plan on giving me more of those?"

Tech smiles and says, "Sure. You are doing very well as I said. If you want, I'll give you regular lessons." You beam at him, "That would be great, Tech!" He smiles back in satisfaction. "Then maybe we should practice landing now, because we're running out of fuel. See, here's the display." You follow his finger pointing and nod. He's right, there's not much left in the tank.

The landing is smoother than expected, you are quite pleased with yourself and Tech seems to be too, because he smiles proudly at you. As soon as you open the ramp, you hear footsteps in the Marauder even before you leave the cockpit. Crosshair comes strutting in, a toothpick in his mouth as always. "So? How did our kitten do? How was the first flying lesson?" "Pretty good," you beam. Crosshair smiles back, barely noticeable. "She's got a name," Tech growls. The Sniper shrugs and ignores Tech again. "Saw your landing, not bad for a start". "Thanks. I have a very good instructor" you say cheerfully. Tech tightens up, stands up out of the pilot's seat, and proudly slides his goggles into place. You swing out of the pilot seat and say, "And now I really need to make love to my Instructor"

Tech says without thinking, "Exactly- wait, what? You mean your flight instructor, I hope?" Since Hunter is your hand-to-hand combat instructor, Wrecker is your weapons and explosives instructor, and Crosshair is your sniper rifle instructor, any number of troubling scenarios flash through Tech's mind for a moment. Crosshair allows himself a joke, clicks his tongue and says, "No, she means her sniper teacher, of course." You kick him in the shin, not hard, but firmly. Crosshair growls, "Ouch...still worth it." You gently grab Tech's hand and pull him with you. "What a question! You're the only one I make love to, Tech, you know that" you say laughing. Tech's ears and cheeks are flushed as he says, "I just wanted to make sure."

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