Not As Planned - Bad Batch Tech X Fem!Reader

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"Welcome to the Havoc Marauder, Y/n." Hunter introduces Y/n to their ship as they all board it.

"Make yourself at home." Wrecker says, leading her around the ship.

"She's a smooth rider, from when I flew her earlier," Y/n comments, looking at the navi-computers. She crosses her arms across her stomach tighter and winces a bit.

"Let's get going," Hunter concludes, leading her over to the cockpit. "We don't really have a seat for you, so you can just stand. You're a Jedi, you have balance, right?" Hunter asks hesitantly.

Y/n chuckles softly, "Pft, yeah, I'll stand around the pilots chair, or somewhere else in the cockpit."

"It gets pretty rumbly in the back." Wrecker comments, taking off his helmet and setting it down.

"I know you guys have different capabilities, who has who's?" Y/n asks, as Tech sits down in the pilot's chair and starts up the ship.

"I have special tracking skills, to place it simply." Hunter replies.

"I like to blow things up!" Wrecker butts in.

"Crosshair is our sharpshooter, he can shoot something from miles away. Count on him for eyes up top." Hunter comments for Crosshair.

"What about you goggles? Never seen a clone with glasses." Y/n comments directly to Tech, quite rudely.

"I specialize in technology, especially technology related to weaponry, explosives, and starships. My eyes did not develop properly. I have special lenses crafted to help me see. I may not be as good at shooting things as Crosshair, but I can hack any computer system in the galaxy. My glasses in my helmet also analyze data and vitals. And I can observe just by a quick scan that the hormones oxytocin and dopamine have increased in your body, making your heart rate faster." Tech comments dryly.

Y/n eyes widen. "Hey~!" She winces a bit and crosses her arms around her more.

"Wha-?" Wrecker questions.

"You're fortunate none of my brothers understood that." Tech retorts, a smirk growing from under his helmet. Crosshair raises an eyebrow.

"Nutennir laam..." Y/n mutters in Mando'a.

"You know Mando'a?" Hunter questions Y/n as Tech lifts the ship off the planet, ascending higher off the planet.

"Yeah, I spent a while on Mandalore when I was a padawan. Picked it up pretty fast. You guys know it all?" Y/n replies, leaning against the wall between the pilot's chair and the one behind it. Tech's skin tingles as she looms over him, watching him fly the ship.

"Yeah, the regs and us did come from a Mandalorian, at least that's what we were told. We picked it up also." Hunter says, watching as Tech launches the ship into hyperspace. Y/n holds onto Tech chair as they launch, trying to keep her balance.

"Tech, show Y/n around the ship, you guys need to get along." Hunter orders.

Tech isn't really happy about showing this annoying Jedi around, and Y/n isn't happy about it either.

The rest of the brothers can feel the tension growing between the two of them. It isn't good tension either.

"Fine," Tech says through gritted teeth, even though he's trying to remain neutral. "I'll show her around the ship." Tech stands up and walks out of the cockpit, motioning for her to follow him.

"This is the navicomps, I'm guessing you know what the function of those are already." Tech motions to the two identical navicomps on both sides of the ship.