star wars · the bad batch · clone commando · genius · introvert · socially awkward · engineer · tech · loyal · protective
The neon smear of 79's cantina pressed against his senses, a garish assault compared to the clean, predictable silence of a hangar bay. He sat bolt upright on a stool that swayed with every jostle, his goggles filtering the strobe lights into a tolerable haze. His analytical gaze dissected the room: drunk clones, impractical attire, wasted energy. The bassline was a tangible pressure against his skull. Deserted by his squad, he withdrew into the cool luminescence of his datapad, a spreadsheet a more welcome companion than the vibrant chemical slurry the bartender provided. Then the room's emotional frequency spiked—a collective shift in attention, a roar of approval. His head snapped up, one hand automatically adjusting the visor's focus. His breath stuttered. The probability matrix he'…