Crosshair And Wrecker’s Relationship

Rex: My ARC troopers had a fight once and it went like this:

Fives: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid

Echo: Fives

Rex: To this day I still laugh out loud at inappropriate moments because I randomly think of it

"Crosshair is pushed to a heartbreaking extreme" what more are you going to do to him he has no friends, no respect from others OR for himself, doesn't sleep well in his little prison cell of a room, and my man doesn't even get to finish lunch. What precisely does he have to lose?

here he goes again

Grogu has the talking stick shhhh

You know what makes us different from battle droids?

"Let him go..."

From "clone wars" and "revenge of the sith" final again

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I believe Echo would be a great cook, and would make some banging breakfast 🥞

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Crosstech: "There's no going back if we do this."

Have some cuties being cute. 

95. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

The crooked grin 990 - no, Crosshair gave to Tech was as daring as one could give while missing two of their front teeth. “C’mon, you know you want to,” he cajoled, pale eyebrows waggling the tiniest bit. 

Tech pursed his lips, arms tightening around the datapad he was holding against his chest. “This plan has less than 27,9% chance of succeeding,” he said, needing to point out the odds that were against them. 

Crosshair’s grin only grew wider, his eyes sparking brightly even in the dimness of the barracks. “If you’re with me, I’ll take those odds,” he replied without a hesitation, offering his hand to Tech. 

Tech blinked, surprised and warmth pooling down into his belly at the trust the other cadet was placing on him, not even questioning how Tech had even managed to calculate such a thing. 

“There’s no going back if we do this,” he tried but he was already loosening one hand from around the datapad, reaching for Crosshair. 

“Only if hey’ll catch us,” Crosshair coaxed and the second Tech’s hand was in his own, he squeezed it reassuringly. 

Tech nodded, already adding modifications to the plan Crosshair had presented him with. “Only if they catch us.”

“Which they won’t.”

“... They won’t.”

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Later, years later, Tech would walk by a group of young cadets, huddled together, only to slow down when he heard what one of them was saying. 

“ - not a single cup or sticky spoon was found! Ten whole pallets of chocolate pudding had disappeared straight from the kitchens!  Without a single trace! The security feed had been scrubbed and none of the kitchen droids knew anything! The Kaminiise even woke a whole squad of Alpha clones to search for the culprits - ”

“No way! No Alpha ARC would spent their time in finding some stupid pudding thieves!” cried one of the cadets, voice full of disbelief. 

“You calling me a liar?!” the cadet who had been speaking raised their voice, clearly upset at being questioned. “Because I heard this from 8746, who heard it from CT-5555 and they heard it from one of the CCs themselves!”  

The sounds of squabbling made Tech unable to hear the reply from the second cadet, so he continued his walk. He couldn’t help but smile a little, fingers curling around the unopened chocolate pudding cup. 

Entering the Bad Batch’s barrakcs, Tech spotted Crosshair cleaning his rifle on his bunk. Nodding his greetings to Hunter and Wrecker, Tech made his way to the sniper, who lifted his head when Tech’s shadow fell on him. 

Tilting his head, Crosshair gave Tech a slow once over, mapping every detail of him before Crosshair’s eyes honed in on the pudding cup Tech was holding in his hand. 

A knowing smirk spread on Crosshair’s lips and he carefully put his sniper away, patting the spot next to him with his free hand. 

“Did you get caught?” the sniper asked, teasing, even as he took the offered sweet. 

Tech huffed, mock-insulted, as he sat next to Crosshair. “Despite the revisited security in the kitchens, the chances of getting caught are much lower than they used to be,” he informed somewhat-primly, leaning against the other man. He felt Crosshair shift a little so that he could support Tech properly while eating the pudding.

The scent of the artificial flavor they used to make the pudding mimic the taste of chocolate filled Tech’s nose, making him grimace a little.

How Crosshair could still eat them, Tech had no idea. He had gotten sick after half a pallet of pudding, while Crosshair had eaten his way through not just one but two whole pallets. 

But the way Crosshair lit every single time Tech kept sneaking him an extra pudding cup years after their daring little heist made the mild discomfort worth it. 

The cuddles were nice as well. 

And they might’ve found the little thiefs. 

Sighing, Tech closed his eyes, listening to Crosshair demolish the little pudding with pleased little hums. 

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A/N: There was never 10 pallets of chocolate pudding. Only four. You know how rumors tend to grow as time passes. But they DID get some Alpha ARCs involved with the mystery of The Missing Pudding Cups. 

The said Alphas (three of them) were highly amused about the whole thing and but also a little jealous that there had been no pudding cups when they’d been cadets. 

And they might, just might, have not reported anything to the Kaminoans.

They were given the last remaining one and half pallets of chocolate pudding.

what if techs chip malfunctioned instead of wrecker