To Heal Poignancy ■ TECH - The Bad Batch ■

Author's Note

That's the end! 

Oh my goodness, I can't believe it's over.

To all who have made it this far: thank you so much for reading! I really hoped you enjoyed it!

Whether you've commented, voted, put it on a reading list, or even just viewed the story, it has meant so much to me. For a little bit, it made me feel like a real author, which is really cool. This story was super fun to write. <3 

I have been reading/writing fanfiction since I was 11/12 years old. I would write stories but never publish them because halfway through I would stop or abandon them, and I had always hated that I did that. Adla's story with the Batch is the first one I published and finished in years — probably about a decade lol. So, naturally, I hold Adla and her story very near and dear to my heart. 

This story has helped me through a lot of things. For that, I will forever be grateful to Adla and the Bad Batch and to you.

I watched the scene-that-must-not-be-named (you know, the one at the end of season 2) for the first time back in November of 2023. I immediately went to look for fix-it fanfics on it lol and decided there were not enough. I love Tech, and I do believe he deserved a happy ending like the rest of them. I understand why he couldn't really be present in season 3 (one of the guys would ask what a M-count was and he would pop in like, "you fools"). BUT! It didn't give the creators the right, goddamn it. So, I wanted to take it upon myself to create more fix-it fics. 

For canon to be altered or fixed, though, I believe there needs to be some sort of addition in the story to help make the change. If everyone and everything stays the same then how would the existing characters think and do differently? By December of 2023 I created a character, who would eventually turn into Adla. Although, her name started off as Adira (but for a Naboo name I found the 'r' to make the name sound too harsh). I like for the names of my characters to have meaning — most of the time.

Adla means justice, honest, my ornament. To me, it was a pretty fitting name for her.

ANYWAYS! Thank you for coming along on this journey with Adla, the Bad Batch, and I. I hope I did the existing characters some form of justice.

Now, if you have read this long ramble of an author's note, oh, wow! I expected everyone to kind of just ignore this lol. 

For the future:

I do love Adla too much to just let her go, so I might write one-shots here and there from time to time. 

I will also probably go back and properly edit this story. I do want to cross-post this story onto AO3, but not until I start to edit. 

If anyone is interested, I do plan on publishing two more Bad Batch fanfictions called The Song of Sorrow (which would also be a fix-it fanfiction, but very angsty... at least it would supposed to be) and The Rising Sun. 

I don't know about you guys, but I literally can't be sated with the Bad Batch. I feel like I need Star Wars and clones and the Bad Batch injected into my veins at this point. So, as an equivalent for now, I make more!

The Song of Sorrow would take place pre-season 7 of The Clone Wars to season 3 of The Bad Batch and maybe a bit afterwards. I'm not sure. I haven't fully decided yet.

The Rising Sun would take place mid-season 3 of the Bad Batch onward. 

Both have OCs as well (I'm sorry but I love an OC in a fanfiction). Both would have the found family trope because I love that one so much. Sorrow would be my go at a Jedi!OC.

Here is a brief summary of each story:

The Rising Sun:

Order 66 slaughtered the Jedi, but it didn't extinct them. There were a few who survived. There were those who escaped their clone battalions, those who escaped the temple, and those who had been fortunate enough to not be around clones at all. They were all in hiding and were still being hunted down. The slaughtering continued.

She thought they were going to kill her, the same way they killed her family. But they didn't. They took her to a remote location where no one would find her. Not that there was anyone to look for her. There, she was experimented and tested on.

She was alone.

Until a young blonde girl came along and promised hope and freedom.

This is a story of learning to trust again. This is a story on how to rekindle hope.

OR

If you give a mouse a cookie? More like, if you give a clone a kid.

The Song of Sorrow:

Not so long ago, the Jedi were known as the peacekeepers of the galaxy. Everything changed when the war came. It rounded up all it could, as trauma is best experienced shared. They don't call it trauma-bonding for nothing. Her path wasn't to act as a Jedi Knight, she forged a different path. Yet, she answered when the knock came. She had to. She learned from books and experience about military tactic and how war could change a person.

Even though it wasn't as planned, she was content with her place during the war. She had grown used to it. But, like everything, it had to come to an end and become one with the force.

An unfortunate and devastating event landed her on the team of Clone Force 99. The horrors didn't end there.

If you're still here, thank you again! Your presence meant the world!

I will update when the other stories are published.

Keep on shining!