Summary: "'Nothing fun is ever easy, Hunter.'" Locked in the Marauder by a malfunctioning door, Hunter finally brings up an item that he and Tech are both aware that the team pilot has- an item that he shouldn't have; a lightsaber. One-shot.
A/N: Written for Whumptober prompt #20, Lost & Found- trunk. I'm also obviously not doing Whumptober in order, nor am I doing all of them. This fic also isn't really whumpy at all, funny enough.
A Galaxy Dismantled, A Door Rebuilt
The Jedi are gone.
The Republic is gone.
Crosshair is gone.
Everything is gone.
The galaxy is a different place now.
And the Batch is on the run, a child within their squad.
But, they still thrive- they still survive.
They always have, and, together or apart, it will remain that way.
The hatch that leads outside of the Havoc Marauder has decided to malfunction, and now it's stuck shut. At least, only Tech and Hunter were aboard when it decided to stop working. The others are locked out, but it sounds much preferable to being locked in.
Hunter's patience is wearing thin, Tech knows, so he tries to work as quickly as he can. But he has to dismantle half of the door's inner workings and rebuild them, because rewiring the control for it didn't work. Over the comms, he can hear Wrecker occasionally offer to tear the door off, and he knows Hunter would agree if they wouldn't have to spend near another week repairing it.
"Aww, c'mon. You know ya want me to." Wrecker whines.
"Wrecker. No." Hunter scowls.
Tech sighs and shakes his head.
The hours draw by slowly. Tech doesn't think that time could possibly feel any slower.
Eventually, the straps of his goggles begin to make his head ache. So, he pushes them down his neck, takes a brief break in the cockpit to massage his temples and refresh himself.
That is when Hunter finally decides to talk to him, to have a conversation rather than to snappily ask him- for the dozenth time- how much longer is left before he completes rebuilding the door mechanisms.
"Tech?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you plan on doing with it?" Hunter asks.
"With what?" Tech mumbles tiredly, sparing him a blurry glance.
"The lightsaber in your toolbox." His bluntness startles Tech.
It could get us out of here, but I do not want to replace the door. He shrugs after a moment. "I was hoping to...dissect it. To study it. But, after what happened with Crosshair, I have decided to give it some time before I do something as risky as that."
"You know what that could bring down on us, if the Empire knew we have a lightsaber?"
"I do not plan on using it." Unlike the Jedi, I value my limbs, thank you. He blinks incredulously at his brother. "With any luck, they will never learn of our possession of it."
Hunter reluctantly nods, then gives a light chuckle. "Sometimes, you're almost as reckless as Wrecker."
"Being reckless is not always such a bad thing."
"No, not always. But it is dangerous. Makes keeping you guys safe a bit harder."
"Nothing fun is ever easy, Hunter." Tech points out, rising from his seat to go resume his work on the door.
It only takes a few more hours to get the hatch working again.