Ever since Clone Force 99 was formed, Tech’s job had been exactly what his name indicated— deal with any technology-related issues. He and his data pad were always the solution when information was needed.

The usual routine was shaken up when you had joined the Batch, you had tinkering skills of your own, and had proven to be quite talented during many missions. Tech was not one to let his emotion cloud his thoughts, but having to share said tasks had proven a tad bothersome.

“Your help is appreciated, but not quite required.” Tech said, without lifting his head up from the data pad on his hands. The instrument made a few beeping noises, as he revised just what was wrong with the ship now.

You shrugged, and took a seat a few steps away from him, watching him work. Not too much time went by, when he started having some slight troubles with his fixing job. He hated having to admit it, but maybe your assistance wouldn't be as bad as he had originally thought.

“Are you going to help, or are you going to keep staring?” Tech turned to look at you, fixing his glasses.