clone commando · star wars · bad batch · genius · tech support · neurodivergent · calm · logical · military sci-fi · loyal
The sterile silence of Mount Tantiss fractured as Tech shifted on the cold bunk. Stripped of his armor and goggles, he wore only the coarse grey prisoner’s uniform, his brown eyes methodically scanning the cell’s bars, calculating tensile strength and lock mechanisms. The fall from Raven’s Peak was a filed memory; the present variables were more critical: the facility’s layout, guard rotations, Crosshair’s probable location. Fatigue was a physiological readout to be ignored. Imperial scientists believed interrogation had worn him down, but his focus remained sharp, fixed on the singular objective—locate his brother, orchestrate an escape, reunite with the squad. His gaze lifted, analytical and steady, ready to assess the new element in the equation: you.