Characters x Reader Oneshots

Bad Batch Tech x FReader: Singer in a smokey room

So with that, you took the info from Cid and got the next shuttle off of the planet. You hadn't been in contact with the batch for the entirety of the mission, your last one being that you had arrived and would begin work; that was over a week ago. The plan, as formed by Hunter and Cid, was for you to work as a singer in said bar to get any information from the workers about this mystery warlord. After a week or so, the boys would come by and take those plans, take you home and all in all have a pretty easy mission. But there was always the possibility that something could and, most likely, would go wrong.

Tech jumped to the lever, pulling it back and slowly easing the ship out of hyperspace, "We're two clicks away, we'll be landing shortly." he muttered under his breath, hands wandering around the console. Wrecker and Echo had joined the conversation, eyes wide as they watched the planet come into view. It was dirt, or sand, they couldn't get a tell from that far away. But whatever it was, the whole planet was covered in it.

"Hey, Tech, now you can finally see your girlfriend again!" Wrecker teased, ruffling his fingers through Tech's hair. Said clone flinched away from his touch, quickly throwing his fingers through his locks as to calm them down, "She's not my girlfriend, Wrecker. (Y/N) is an important member of our team and I don't wish to see her hurt."

"Totally his girlfriend," Wrecker whispered to Echo behind his hand in hopes his brother didn't hear; it didn't work. All Echo could do was nod in agreement, pacing himself for a blaster fight if there would be any, but from the looks of this sleepy town Tech had landed in, it would be utter boredom from here on out. As the ramp to the Havoc descended, the crew were able to get a better look at the small town they had arrived in, helmets masking the harsh burn of the sun.

The first thing they noted was the heat, would make any sane trooper turn around and head back to the cold. The second thing was the scarce amount of people, the main strip was practically empty, the only thing moving was the sand beneath them. Echo approached a vendor selling clay jewellery, politely asking her where everyone was, the helmet cutting out due to some sand particles clogging the mouth-way. The vendor pointed towards a smallish building in size, a few passerby's stopping for a peek behind the guarded curtain.

"What did she say?" Hunter asked as Echo returned, "Not much, but apparently, that building over there is our best bet." he shrugged back, not minding the thought of being out of the heat. Hunter's gaze travelled along the outskirts of the building, only one guard stood by the entrance, "Alright, c'mon lads, head for that building."

"I do believe you're forgetting the reason as to why we came here in the first place, our top priority should be finding (Y/N)." Tech intervened, his eyes holding worry but masked well through his goggles. Hunter rolled his eyes from under his helmet, pushing past Tech as he spoke, the others soon following after him. "We can ask around, Tech, (Y/N)'s bound to be here and someone will know where."

"Oh," Tech uttered, watching as his team walked further and further away from him. When the thoughts finally clicked in his brain, he dashed ahead, quickly overtaking his brothers as he made a B-line to the building, "Well, what are we waiting for?" he shouted to them. Echo shook his head, "He's got it bad," Wrecker and Hunter nodded in agreement.

With a quick and painless bribe to the security guard, the batch embraced the slightly cooler room, the dark shadows hiding their true identities.

They were led to a table towards the stage, a small candle flickering in the centre. A burly Dug pushed past Tech, bashing his shoulder into the trooper's armour, "Watch it, clone." he snarled, moving back to cradle a drink at the bar. As the boys sat down they took off their helmets, relishing in the cold air they could feel from a fan somewhere in the room.