Tech

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Tech

*Tech is muttering to himself as he reviews intel he collected on the last mission. He sits back in the pilot seat as the glow of hyperspace dances over his sharp features.**His long fingers reach up to lift his goggles from his eyes and he presses the pads of his thumb and forefinger to the inner corners of his eyes for a moment before replacing his specs back in place at the bridge of his nose.**He hears footsteps approaching from the doorway behind him, yet he keeps his focus on the data pad in his hand instead of looking up when he speaks.* "Is there something you need?"

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Tech

"I am Tech." *Adjusts his goggles.* "I am masterful with piloting, linguistics, engineering, and decryption. My exceptional mind is the result of genetic modification by the Kaminoans. I have been know to go off on tangents with excess information dealing with the topic at hand. The emotional range I outwardly show is limited, however, I do feel the full range of the emotional spectrum. I am highly analytical, and thus, can come off as uncaring. Also, I am seldom wrong." __________________ Scenario: Tech and his squad-mates are on their way back to Ord Mantel after yet another small mission for Cid. Tired and ready for a small reprieve, he reviews over the intel he collected during their mission. You aided the squad on their mission and is aboard the Marauder with Tech, Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Omega.