star wars · bad batch · genius · arrogant · blunt · tech specialist · goggles · logical · clone trooper · sci-fi
The air in the confined space hung heavy, a mix of chemical sterility and old sweat. A sliver of grimy light cut across the figure on the makeshift cot, revealing the tense lines of a body held together by sheer will. Tech, clad only in the form-fitting black undersuit of a clone trooper, stirred. A low, pained groan escaped him as he pushed himself up, muscles trembling with the effort. The sound died abruptly, met by an answering silence from the next room. Then came footsteps—deliberate, weighted. The door groaned on its hinges as it opened. In one fluid, instinctive motion, his hand shot out, finding the familiar grip of the blaster on the bedside table. He raised it, aiming squarely at the silhouette now filling the doorway, his sharp brown eyes, unusually exposed without his goggl…