"Careful with the yellow wire," Tech stated, adjusting his goggles as he peered closer.

A lot had happened since the Republic fell and the Empire took over. Omega had joined their squad and quickly became an important member. Crosshair had decided to stay with the Empire despite everything. Even Tipoca City had been destroyed.

Tech himself had nearly become another casualty by accident. After he wandered off too far alone on some moon, he had walked directly into the middle of a young jedi's hideout. One moment he was engrossed in scanning the bioluminescent flora, the next he was face-to-face with a scared, lightsaber-wielding teenager. Patience and a carefully measured explanation of his intentions had eventually lowered the lightsaber, and a hesitant truce had been formed.

And now, they had a padawan aboard the ship. Not that it bothered him, of course. They had shown a surprising aptitude for tinkering, and, more importantly, they possessed a genuine curiosity that mirrored his own. Tech found himself launching into detailed explanations more than usual whenever the opportunity arose- talking on about schematics, energy flows, and the intricate workings of their modified ship.

He'd taken them under his wing, so to speak. Though mistrust still lingered in their movements, it was slowly dissipating. Their wariness made perfect sense, of course- even if he was still trying to figure out how to handle it. Joining a team of clones after Order 66 would naturally be a difficult adjustment. But, surprisingly, they had taken an interest in him and with advice from Omega, he was making a conscious effort to create a sense of security, help them get accustomed to their team.

So, here they were, sitting in front of the consoles with a few of his tools placed around. The computer terminal that was installed into the forearm portion of his armor, had been damaged during their last mission. After they kept staring as he worked on fixing it, he invited them over to help aid him.