Not As Planned - Bad Batch Tech X Fem!Reader

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"Another day another mission, when you think this war will be over?" Hunter asks, walking to his and his brother's lodge. They walk down the hallways of Kamino, passing a bunch of 'regs' as the batch calls them.

"The end of the war comes when there is no one left to fight it." Tech remarks, his brown eyes staring broadly into his data pad.

"Pretty cold Tech. Somethin' up?" Wrecker nudges Tech with his large arm. Tech stumbles a bit, then regains his balance. He adjusts his glasses/goggles

"I am just implying that the separatists are a formidable enemy." Tech replies

"Doesn't sound like you to be so negative." Crosshair adds, taking his toothpick out of his mouth.

"Yeah~ that's Crosshair's job." Wrecker says with a small smirk. Crosshair rolls his eyes.

Hunter eyes Wrecker, raising an eyebrow at him. Hunter turns to Tech as they walk. "You sure? You seem... off."

"I am simply thinking of the coming battle. We are trained and prepared for such missions, but the danger is real. I am merely attempting to process what we will soon be facing, nothing more. I assure you, that there is nothing to be concerned about."

Hunter's gaze goes to Wrecker, then Crosshair. Hunter narrows his eyes, then they approach their barracks. They enter, and Wrecker plops down his helmet on his cot. Tech takes off his helmet and carefully puts it down on his own cot. Crosshair packs up his sniper gun for the night.

"Any new missions coming soon Tech?" Hunter asks.

"I'm not certain. Clones aren't informed about Jedi proceedings, but I predict we will be called in soon. I suggest we get some rest." Tech says calmly, his eyes glued on his data pad.

"Ah, I heard the regs talkin' about the planet, Chris-toph-is...?" Wreckers voice trails off.

"Christophisis. The planet is in a strategic location in favor for the Republic and is currently under separatists' control."

"Christophisis? Didn't the Republic have a base there?" Crosshair ponders.

"Yes, the Republic did have a base on Christophisis. They did launch an attack there a long while ago, it succeeded. But it fell early on to the separatists. Republic forces have been attempting to retake the planet, but the separatists are heavily entrenched and have held them off." Tech explains.

"Do ya think they may need us?" Wrecker asks, taking a bite of a ration. A snack before bed.

"It is a distinct possibility. Our squad is specially trained for the type of operations that would be required to retake Christophisis. There is a good chance that we will be called in to play a role in that mission." Tech replies, setting his data pad down.

"We'll be prepared." Hunter concludes the discussion, silently wanting to just take a rest.

The squad lies down in their cots, and proceeds to sleep, building up the energy for the crazyness to come

.⋆｡⋆˚｡Time Skip.⋆｡⋆ 

As the squad boards their starship for their next mission to Christophisis, Tech makes his way to the cockpit of The Havoc Marauder.

His hands glide across a terminal there, as he begins to run calculations and make predictions about the battle that he knows will soon unfold.

In his mind, he runs through every possible scenario. He analyzes all of the data that he can, and he considers everything that could happen. This is what he was built for, and he will not let his squad down.