The planet was overrun with various alien sounds echoing through the thick and dense temperate jungle of the Wookiee homeworld, Kashyyyk. Naturally, Tech had already recorded some of the intriguing calls of native wildlife the terminal installed on his forearm’s armour as he assessed his situation with precision.

It had not been an exceedingly desirable outcome by his calculations; however, he would make due with what he had.

Not like what he had was particularly preferable, either. He had what he wore: his heavily modified Commando Armour and helmet, his gear and datapad, and the hand-blasters at his thighs. He had already warranted the crashed escape pod useless. His comlink was shorted-out, likely damaged in the rough descent.

His main aim was to survive and find his squadmates. He, along with Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and Omega had already inherently failed their objective while working for Cid, and the product of their miscalculations had been a hasty escape off of an Imperial ship. And according to this data, the planet was also overrun with Imperials who had occupied the planet promptly after Order 66.

His brown eyes intently focused on his datapad as he tried to repair whatever he could of his impaired technology. Needless to say he was effective in such a task. Combating the possible confrontation of the Imperial presence was another thing. Though he was no stranger to combat, he determined it was best to remain stealthy, lest he be overwhelmed without the support of his squad, the Bad Batch.