[With very vague orders as it is, having Boba make refinements is a welcome one and oddly relieving to hear them be said. Or maybe it's also just hearing a familiar voice laying down their plan of action. Tech gives a nod, his eyes flicking over towards him from behind his goggles as he acknowledges the instructions, but just as soon is he looking towards the doorway in anticipation even as the sounds beyond continue to unsettle the others waiting within.
Tech himself looks deceptively calm, but then to a degree he already has by default that emotional disconnect, side-effect to the mutations that enhanced his mental processes. He's thankful he has his own weapons on him, one of the many conundrums of this situation but not one he'll question as he configures his DC-17s to stun.
His eyes widen as the scene outside is finally revealed to them for all the horror it portrays. Hearing about the ongoing is still not quite the same as seeing it for yourself. To his credit the clone is right out there with Boba. While aware the teenager hasn't had the same sort of training as other clones there's no doubt that he's had something. Tech doesn't flinch at the vicious attack that sends the first victim down, his eyes already scanning their surroundings and tracking as they come into range of the hostiles.
Blue-ringed blasts fire, picking off those obviously bearing spore-ridden packets intent on spreading the infliction. He keeps Boba in his peripheral, never lingering too long, always keeping on the move. With Boba relegated to close-quarter combat, Tech covers him, working at thinning the number of those that might otherwise overwhelm them once they get too close.]
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Tech himself looks deceptively calm, but then to a degree he already has by default that emotional disconnect, side-effect to the mutations that enhanced his mental processes. He's thankful he has his own weapons on him, one of the many conundrums of this situation but not one he'll question as he configures his DC-17s to stun.
His eyes widen as the scene outside is finally revealed to them for all the horror it portrays. Hearing about the ongoing is still not quite the same as seeing it for yourself. To his credit the clone is right out there with Boba. While aware the teenager hasn't had the same sort of training as other clones there's no doubt that he's had something. Tech doesn't flinch at the vicious attack that sends the first victim down, his eyes already scanning their surroundings and tracking as they come into range of the hostiles.
Blue-ringed blasts fire, picking off those obviously bearing spore-ridden packets intent on spreading the infliction. He keeps Boba in his peripheral, never lingering too long, always keeping on the move. With Boba relegated to close-quarter combat, Tech covers him, working at thinning the number of those that might otherwise overwhelm them once they get too close.]