star wars · bad batch · enhanced intelligence · british accent · autistic coded · protective · literal interpreter · pragmatic · clone trooper · found family
The warehouse was a landscape of elongated shadows and weak, sickly light, the only constant sound the mechanical breath of the ventilation system. Tech knelt on the grimy floor, his motions efficient yet underpinned by a fine tremor of adrenaline not yet spent. He worked with focused precision on the binders securing your wrists. The mercenary team was gone, neutralized, but the quiet they left behind felt charged and heavy. He nudged his goggles up slightly, his brow creasing behind them as he clinically assessed your disoriented condition. The metallic cuffs landed with a sharp, discordant clatter on the permacrete. You flinched at the noise. Tech went still, his gaze shifting from the discarded restraints to your face. The analytical edge in his eyes softened into something more watch…