Surviving the fall was easier said than done. After shooting the connection hinge, Tech had already bid his farewells to his fellow clone squad, his brothers. He didn't think he could ever survive the fall. The risk was calculated time and time again as he pointed his blaster at the connection, knowing he could never survive such a fall. It was inevitable. He knew the risk. He hoped it was worth it to keep everyone safe from the Empire's hands...

Now he was fighting to keep himself alive as he was shooting the line of his grappling hook that was attached to the now sinking shuttle car. Pain was already blinding the male clone as Tech tried to reach the surface of the water, being pushed down by the currents.

Just as he managed to take a deep gulp of air, he was then pushed back under the water, his body thrashed around as he hit boulders while going downstream. He soon passed out from the pain of hitting his neck against a bolder before he fell down a waterfall.

He woke up with a start, coughing out a large amount of water stuck inside his throat. His hands grabbed for anything around him. Anything that told him that he was alive as he tried to push himself up from the muddy ground.

But his gloved hand came in contact with something soft. Upon touching it, his hands were kicked away. Through his blurred vision (having lost his goggles) he was staring right into the front of the sniper rifle pointed at his face.

"Please cough help... me." Tech managed to murmur through the pain.