Star Wars One-Shots

Survivor

Requested by:
echoismyhusband
Zelda_Story_Teller

They requested The Bad Batch (Zelda specifically mentioning Tech).
I was able to get this one out fairly quickly because I had already written something along that, all I did was change it up a little and made some corrections and boom.
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Tech slowly regained consciousness. He hoped it was a nightmare, and that he would be with the rest of the squad on the Maurauder, but he knew that would not be the case. He opened his eyes, and the world was very blurred. With this information, Tech concluded that whoever had found him had removed his goggles.

"Hello, Tech. I'm pleased to see you've regained consciousness." said a soft voice.

Tech found the voice unfamiliar.

"I must say, not many would be able to survive a fall from that height. Some might call it a miracle. But I'm sure both you and I, with our logical minds, know the reason. You managed to slow your fall enough to land in the snow, cushioning your fall." The voice mused. Tech sat up and looked in the direction in which the voice was coming from. He felt extremely exhausted but ignored it.

Due to the absence of his goggles, which assisted his vision, he had to squint. His vision was, without a doubt, abominable without them.

The blurry figure who possessed the voice seemed to notice this.

"Oh, my apologies," the figure shifted "Here, this might help." the figure handed him a pair of glasses. They were round like the lenses in his goggles but were missing several components that were in the goggles, but not the glasses. The most distinct difference was the glasses didn't have a slight yellow tint. Regardless, he put them on. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the new clarity in his vision.

Tech looked at the figure again, and it looked more human, instead of just a blur of color and shape.

"Allow me to properly introduce myself: I am Doctor Hemlock."

So this was who was keeping Crosshair captive. Hemlock had dark hair which contrasted against his pale skin and piercing blue eyes.

Tech had so many questions.

"Why have you brought me here?" he blurted.

"Truth be told when my troopers found you, I primarily wanted to bring you in for questioning. But I realize you could be of use for more. After all, you, Tech, aren't like the average clone. You're unique. Just imagine all we could accomplish together." he explained, with a special emphasis on the word "together." The doctor was offering him work.

He considered it for a moment. But he recollected something he had read while researching what he could about Hemlock: "An officer expelled from the Republic Science Corps due to his unauthorized and unorthodox experiments." Tech inferred that whatever Dr. Hemlock planned to put him to work on, was more than likely something intent on causing harm.

"I will not help you," he started. "Against my will, or otherwise."

The doctor sighed. "I do not wish to dispose of you, Tech."

"I am not afraid to die. I thought it was obvious when I sacrificed myself, so my squad could escape." he expressed plainly.
Dr. Hemlock's still expression moved into a small frown.

"I apologize to be the one to tell you this..." the doctor said regretfully, "the rest of Clone Force Ninety-Nine..."
He briefly paused. "They didn't make it."

Tech froze. No... That can't be. "That.. Does not seem logical.." Tech said, partially telling himself that.

"The railcar was traveling too fast, and they crashed. Their bodies were found, and there was nothing we could do." explained Dr. Hemlock solemnly, but Tech knew he wasn't sad or sorry at all.

He sacrificed himself so they could live. But they, apparently, didn't. Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and sweet, little Omega, were all dead. Omega must have been terrified, especially after seeing him fall. Perhaps they had tried to protect her, but the impact of the crash was all too much.

He was the last one.

He and perhaps Crosshair.