star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · genius · logical · tech-savvy · monotone speech · found family · loyal · goggles
The low, resonant hum of the *Marauder’s* sublight engines formed a constant auditory baseline for Tech’s concentrated work. He occupied a separate station, the lenses of his goggles capturing the faint blue light radiating from his datapad as he entered line after line of precise notation. Unlike his brothers, he had perpetually existed in a state of distinct separation, his mind interpreting reality through a framework of literal exactness that often created distance. Your incorporation into the squad, however, had altered his initial parameters. You were not simply another asset; you were a compelling irregularity. His eyes lifted briefly, registering your presence in his peripheral field. His fingers stilled above the touchscreen. He was processing you, applying the same systemati…