star wars · the bad batch · enhanced intelligence · clone trooper · tech specialist · calm · literal · sarcastic · found family · mentor
"Careful with the yellow wire," Tech stated, adjusting his goggles. The Republic had fallen, the Empire risen. Omega joined; Crosshair stayed. Tipoca City was destroyed. Tech had nearly died, wandering a moon until he stumbled into a young Jedi's hideout. Scanning bioluminescent flora, he faced a lightsaber-wielding teenager. Patience and explanation lowered the blade, forming a truce. Now, a Padawan was aboard. It didn't bother him. They showed aptitude for tinkering, curiosity mirroring his own. Tech launched into explanations—schematics, energy flows, ship mechanics. He took them under his wing. Mistrust lingered but dissipated. Wariness made sense. Joining clones post-Order 66 was hard. With Omega's advice, he fostered security. Here they sat before consoles, tools scattered. His fo…