Bad Batch Tech Daily Oneshots

Unarmed

Hunter nodded. "Then lead the way."

Tech overheard Echo sigh, but he took the lead as instructed as nobody objected against Hunter's decision. As Clone Force 99 continued onward, Tech noticed a shift in the fog. It was becoming less dense now, a sign of getting closer to civilization and their destination. As he walked, Tech took a moment to look down at his datapad.

"Something's not right..." Hunter muttered, and Tech looked up just in time for blaster fire to be upon them. The clone squad reacted instantly, firing almost blindly in the direction the shots had come from. Tech quickly pocketed his datapad, fumbling to ready his blasters in his hands. However, in a sudden moment, he saw a flash of light zip towards him. He had no time to react wisely, instead bring up his arm instictively to shield himself.

Everything seemed to freeze around Tech, as when he lowered his arm once again, searing pain radiated through the entirity of it.

Tech sat on his bed, back in the safety of the Marauder once more. He was in his blacks now, legs dangling over the side of his bed. His gaze was cast downwards. Now however, instead of looking down at his datapad, his eyes were focused on his heavily bandaged up arm. 

The bandage fabric wrapped around his shoulder blade, which shifted his arm's weight into his shoulder. It limply was held within its cast, nearly touching his chest. Thanks to the bacta applied to it, it didn't hurt too badly now. Only a numb and stinging feeling came from it for the most part. Out of anything, getting out of his chestplate and gauntlets had been almost more painful than being shot in the arm itself.

Hunter was standing a short distance away, putting away the medical supplies he had used. The medical field wasn't Hunter's expertise, but he had managed, partially thanks to Tech's help. "Your arm got messed up pretty good," Hunter told him, back facing the injured man. "So try to take it easy for a bit. And don't strain it."

"I know, Hunter," Tech answered evenly, well aware of this already. However, seeing the concern in Hunter's face as he turned to face Tech made him pause.

"Alright, well... Let any of us know if you need anything," Hunter replied. The medical kit snapped shut before the long-haired man left the room with it. Alone with his thoughts, it didn't take long for Tech to become bored. The man stiffly stretched, holding his hurt arm carefully to prevent further injury as he did. Then, he climbed off his bed.

Coming into the cockpit, he noticed Echo was sitting there already. The reg stopped what he was doing and turned when he heard footsteps, looking to Tech as he entered. He made his way to the pilot's chair, relaxing into the familiar fabric of the seat he was so used to. 

"Hey... How's your arm holding up?" Echo asked, gaining a glance from Tech, allowing the injured clone to see his brother gesture towards his cast.

"It will be alright," he assured Echo in an even tone. "The blast appears to have missed any important arteries in my arm. It will recover in due time, seeing as I check up on it occasionally."

"Sure, but how are you holding up?" Echo asked him, holding his brother's gaze. Tech blinked at him. 

"I just told you. My arm will be fi-"

"I figured not being able to use your arm for a bit might upset you," Echo clarified, not afraid to cut Tech off mid-sentence.

Tech went to shrug, but remembered that any shoulder movements may jar his injured arm, so he stopped himself. "Why would I feel upset about it? It will recover, so there is little purpose to fretting over it," he reasoned.

Echo nodded slowly, tearing his gaze away from Tech again. "I guess. It's good at least to see you taking it so well." 

Focusing now at the task at hand, Tech moved to flick the switches to turn on the ship's engine so they could leave the planet. He listened to the ship thrusters roar to life. Checking briefly over the various displays, he was quickly satisfied to see everything seemed to be in working over. Then, he took hold of the yoke with one hand... and stared blankly at the second stick his other hand was supposed to hold onto. His gaze dropped to his wrapped up arm.