--Building a New life --Tech x Reader Bad Batch

Chapter 51 -- He he, explosions are cool -- Wrecker + Y/N

Now you felt as thought you were truly back in stride with your previous activities. While visiting Doan had been a disappointment it was still another possibility checked off your list. Omega and Wrecker were exceedingly excited for your trip to Raxus Prime and you were trying to puzzle out what could be so enjoyable about a planet covered in shipyard junk.

It brought your mind back to the ravine you had jumped over on Ord Mantell that had been filled with shipdock runoff and garbage. An entire planet like that honestly sounded awful not to mention the smell but evidently it wasn't the bad batches first time going here for repair parts.

Tech followed the hyperspace lanes till you broke off and flew down towards the planet's surface. From space it was a brown-orange color with glowing lights from what you assumed were cities. As you descended quickly down you noticed that you were far from alone. There were many other ships landing and taking off from Raxus Prime and even along the city skylines were sealed walkways and shiplanes.

The air looked orange and browned by something, and as you got closer you could see piles of garbage everywhere throughout the skyline. Every building you flew by was sealed with very few windows and you didn't see anyone outside without a helmet on. Tech flew the Havoc Marauder into a shipdock through three separate layers of laser field protection to help keep out the toxic air. You thought that the shipdock looked weirdly blue in color, but this was because the LED lights were so blue compared to the orange-reddish haze you had been looking at outside.

Inside the shipdock there were people walking around without helmets in between ships, but besides the layered entrance and a secondary exit there were no other large exits to this facility.

"Are all helmet filters cleaned and checked?" Hunter asked and Omega handed over a holopad "yes! I did them myself".

"They should last around five to six hours with continued exposure before the toxicity breaches the filtration and poisons our systems" Tech added on, and you start to feel nervous about going outside.

"I'll remain with the ship" Hunter stated, again looking at Omega "But you will need to stick with Tech."

"Yes sir" Omega smiled with a salute. You had to admit she was being cute, but it felt like she wasn't understanding how dangerous the toxicity level was. A helmet filtration unit should last for a week in constant exposure before it needs to be cleaned unless it is damaged. If the air is toxic enough to slip through the filter in under 12 hours under constant exposure, then breathing it in would result in immediate poisoning. --What did they do to this planet?-- you think to yourself.

Each of you is dressed in your blacks and armor, taking additional care to seal your helmets around your heads as well as other areas where skin may poke through such as your wrists.

"Is this planet really that toxic?" You ask at one point, while Tech is using medical tape to seal his gloves to his arm.

"The layer at which we will be traversing can vary in toxicity with stronger concentrations in vallied areas or around the blackwater"

"Is it even safe for us?"

"Technically normal exposure to such toxins would not be considered safe. However, proper precautions can result in the ability to securely and safely traverse the surface".

"Why would anyone want to do that?"

"Finders keepers" you hear Wrecker chuckle and Tech nods "Any piece found here is under the FK rule, no matter its actual value or importance. They have created a monopoly on the universe's garbage".

With that final explanation given you all finish suiting up and heading out into the wasteland. You each had a backpack, including Omega, and Hunter had divided up some detonators between each of you, supposedly to help in the case of large garbage clumps or unmovable objects. To leave the shipdock hangar you had to walk through four separate sanitation doors. You were with your group in a crowd of other scavengers, no one making direct eye contact or talking to each other. You did however notice some species exiting the ship docks with only facial masks or no helmets at all. Evidently their species must not be as sensitive to the toxins in the air.