You and Tech have always had an odd relationship, so to say. Yes, you were a Jedi General and he was a clone, but that never stopped you from constantly flirting with him. Honestly though, you found it quite cute how flustered he'd get whenever you complimented him.

Right now, for a span of three months and four more to go, you had been stationed on a mission with Tech and his clone brothers, better known as the Bad Batch. You, being the considerate Jedi you were, absolutely refused to let any of the clones give up their bunk for you, so you slept in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

Tonight, however, you decided to lay out in the grass and gaze at the stars for a while, which prompted the over-caring Tech to come out and sit about three feet away from you.