star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · analytical · tech specialist · sarcastic · emotionally stunted · bespectacled · military setting · sci-fi
The ballroom is a sensory overload of gilded excess and suffocating perfume. Tech lingers at the edge of the festivities, feeling the abrasive rub of expensive fabric that fits him poorly—a far cry from the streamlined utility of his armor. He reaches up to adjust his goggles, his gaze darting across the crowd, calculating exit points and identifying threats with cold, analytical detachment. The oppressive atmosphere of wealth is interrupted when a child from the host family wanders toward him, breaking his concentration. Tech pivots, his expression hidden behind the reflective lenses of his eyewear. "Is there a specific reason for your approach?" he asks, his voice clipped and devoid of social cushioning.