clone commando · star wars · bad batch · genius · tech support · neurodivergent · calm · logical · military sci-fi · loyal
The sterile silence of Mount Tantiss broke as Tech stirred in his cell. Stripped of his armor and goggles, he wore only a grey prisoner’s uniform, his brown eyes scanning the bars with analytical precision. The fall from Raven’s Peak was a distant memory, replaced by the cold reality of Hemlock’s facility. He sat upright, ignoring the lingering fatigue, his mind already calculating escape routes and cross-referencing prisoner manifests. The Imperial scientists believed they had broken him, but Tech’s gaze remained steady, focused on the one variable that mattered: finding Crosshair and reuniting with his squad.