Who I Am, or Was, is Irrelevant.

@cx-9902

Forced into stasis, enhanced against his will. A mindless soldier for the Empire. At least that is what he believed. (independent RP blog for CX-2/Tech post Bad Batch Finale. follows from @kaijusplotch)

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Hello! Here we have some information and rules for people interested in rping with CX-9902/Tech!

The Mun

Mun is 18+ (I was born in 1987, and I don't feel like updating my age anymore every year. So yeah...)

30+ years of online role playing experience, more than 16 of those here on Tumblr!

Any follows will come from my main blog @kaijusplotch ! So feel free to check out my personal blog or reach out to that one for easier communication.

I'm 18+, which means I am more than willing to do mature threads, be they sexual in nature, or simply traumatic/deal with mature themes

I prefer not to to with anyone under age 18, for my protection

The Muse

Tech was discovered by Hemlock after the fall from the Tram.

He was in critical condition and at death's door

Hemlock used the mind flayer as well as his chemical mind altering drugs to mould Tech into CX-2.

He suffered severe injuries that include:

Re fracture of left femur and internal dismemberment of lowe left leg from knee

Loosing left arm from mid bicep down

Severe TBI and skull fracture to left side of brain including loss of left eye

Fractured spine

Punctured left lung

Fractured ribs

Hemlock replaced and enhanced Tech's body into a cybernetic mesh of mechanical and biological cloned parts

He has the following enhancements:

Biomesh left knee reestablishing function of leg

Prosthetic left limb

Partial prosthetic/cyberization of left brain and skull. Integration of mechanical wiring and nervous system. Cybernetic left eye that acts as a HUD integrated into the more mechanical parts of his brain

He has four external ports on his skill. One behind and slightly above each ear and two at the base of his skull near the brain stem. These connect to his helmet and allow for additional readings and input directly to his brain.

Stabilizing spinal replacement surgery

Replacement of left lung with cloned copy.

Braced and enhanced ribcage.

Once Tech was stable he was placed in the CX reeducation pod and became CX-2

Tech's memories were buried under firewalls and rerouted wiring through his partially computerized brain, locking who he was from his new missions and protocols.

As CX-2, he underwent many different missions successfully as well as hunted down Crosshair and Omega through Cid and Phee.

He had a moment of hesitation while hacking into Phee's ship, a moment of a memory that caused him to nearly get caught

He reported such issues to Hemlock who reinforced the programming.

After the fight in the control room, CX-2 was able to get himself to the secure medical room and got into the medical stasis pod, allowing the droids to heal his wounds, and also drop him into stasis and be taken by the empire.

Omega came back from shopping in one of akiva,s markets carrying somthing wrapped in cloth and could be heard putting somthing together "oh kriff he's going to love it"

@dr-fett

Tech, he was still coming to terms with that identity, was making several adjustments to his left arm, frowning as he found the reaction time from input too slow.

He had been deep in work in his small workshop/room, he didn't quite hear Omega's return, until the clatter of something drew his attention from his work. Frowning he reattached his hand and sat up.

"Omega?"

"D-dont come over yet tech it's not ready!" She's excited and nervous as she placed the repaired goggles on top of the box and sits on her holo desk couch "okay it's ready!" She placed a datapad underneath the wrapped goggles that read welcome home little brother I hope you enjoy whats inside "

Tech waited, a small sigh escaping him in good humor. He was patient, and once allowed into the room he walked in with a tilt of his head.

"what ... Is this?" His initial question as to what she was doing was quickly replaced when he saw the box and the wrapped items. He blinked owlishly, glancing to her and tilting his head.

"I..." He frowned, unsure what to say before he walked to the box. "What is this?" He asked, hands hovering just a few inches above the wrapped item. Something in his chest curled with anticipation, and anxious excitement.

"Consider it ..... a...gift to make up for lost time ' omega just smiles sweetly at him "I saved alotta credits from late calls it was worth it " she sipped a bit if her sweet spotchica

He sighed, rolling his eyes, and turned to look at her. "You do not need to spend credits on me. My maintenance is very minimal and there are far more important things to save for." But he did turn back to the items and lifted the small wrapped item first.

He spotted the datapad, and quickly was able to read the message. Which caused him to furrow his brows in confusion. "Was I not already welcome home?" He asked more to himself before carefully unwrapping the object in his hand.

His heart skipped a beat. He was sure of that because there was a minor alert in his left eye about abnormal heart rhythm. But he dismissed the warning for lifting up the goggles like they were precious gemstones.

Tech knew them. And remembered so much about them. His mouth and throat were dry, as he gently rubbed his thumb over the repaired transparisteel.

He looked at the camera and turned it over. "Does it still work?" He asked, eyes snapping to Omega, wide and...excited.

#and queue “big brother reason” Tech X3

Omega came back from shopping in one of akiva,s markets carrying somthing wrapped in cloth and could be heard putting somthing together "oh kriff he's going to love it"

@dr-fett

Tech, he was still coming to terms with that identity, was making several adjustments to his left arm, frowning as he found the reaction time from input too slow.

He had been deep in work in his small workshop/room, he didn't quite hear Omega's return, until the clatter of something drew his attention from his work. Frowning he reattached his hand and sat up.

"Omega?"

"D-dont come over yet tech it's not ready!" She's excited and nervous as she placed the repaired goggles on top of the box and sits on her holo desk couch "okay it's ready!" She placed a datapad underneath the wrapped goggles that read welcome home little brother I hope you enjoy whats inside "

Tech waited, a small sigh escaping him in good humor. He was patient, and once allowed into the room he walked in with a tilt of his head.

"what ... Is this?" His initial question as to what she was doing was quickly replaced when he saw the box and the wrapped items. He blinked owlishly, glancing to her and tilting his head.

"I..." He frowned, unsure what to say before he walked to the box. "What is this?" He asked, hands hovering just a few inches above the wrapped item. Something in his chest curled with anticipation, and anxious excitement.

rpmemegraveyard

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

Omega came back from shopping in one of akiva,s markets carrying somthing wrapped in cloth and could be heard putting somthing together "oh kriff he's going to love it"

@dr-fett

Tech, he was still coming to terms with that identity, was making several adjustments to his left arm, frowning as he found the reaction time from input too slow.

He had been deep in work in his small workshop/room, he didn't quite hear Omega's return, until the clatter of something drew his attention from his work. Frowning he reattached his hand and sat up.

"Omega?"

"Tech?..."

@last-domino

CX-9902 tensed and snapped his pistol up at the other as he spun around. He narrowed his eyes, finger on the trigger.

"typically when one is attempting not to be seen or found, one keeps their mouths shut." He hissed.

Omg i love this please make a pinned post

Of course! I'll write up a quick post to link in a bit!

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He frowned as she spoke and put his cup down on the table before reaching for her hand.

"That is war, Omega. And as a Black Ops unit we were part of many...horrible things. We were not just fighting droids." He swallowed as he remembered the first real kills they all had. How Tech had to compartmentalize it away, he couldn't deal with that image of blood instead of oil.

"War is never clean. I have little doubt now that is why my brothers never told you of the missions in detail." He squeezed her hand. "We dealt with it in our own ways, some good, some very poorly." He frowned.

"the empire is no different from the Republic in many ways. Things go on in the shadows that they do not wish the public to know about, and they create their weapons to deal with it secretly."

Omega let's out a hollow laugh "you think I don't know that?! I've seen what palpatine has been doing I've investigated old labs... .. ..seen the dark trooper projects.... you were a prototype tech!" She snatched her hand Away "if hemlock had did what he wanted ....like worse.. you would've been worse than a shadow trooper.... " she looks hurt "i-I just didn't think those who raised me could be so docile and murderous.... .like obedient attack dogs.... did none of you never ...try to think for yourselves?"

He tilted his head, brows furrowed. "And yet you seemed to believe that Crosshair was no different? His chip removed and he chose to stay with the empire. We all make choices, Omega. And we have to come to terms with what those choices entail. There was blood on Tech's hands when you first met him, and there is blood on mine." He stood and took his cup.

"do you still want a bodyguard now? Knowing that even before what the doctor did to me I was willing to kill for you and my brothers?" His eyes were distant, almost sad. As if the truth of who he always was, a soldier, black operations unit, was now simply the truth of his existence.

"perhaps I really am no different than before the Fall, because if it were to come to your life, or another's. I would choose you."

"You....you can stay ..." Omega softened "I'm sorry......tech....for what i said ....i-i didn't mean to be so.....harsh" she just hugged him "you can Stay please do"

He wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right. You feel things strongly. I am sure that had the others been here they would not have allowed me to soil your thoughts of us. I am sorry." He said resting his cheek on her head.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, squeezing her just a little. "We never wanted to disappoint you. I am sorry that I have."

"I have...." her cheeks blushed deeply.... "..a friend he's close to my age and he's broken and shy and I care for him...I rescued him from the zygeerians his names yuned...." Omega smiled happily

He smiled at her and nodded. "Good, I'm glad you have someone." He spotted the color of her cheeks and a memory came to his mind, one he banished as that twisting pain in his chest returned. If his brothers were gone, most likely so was Phee, and anything that was once between them.

It was best to leave it behind.

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He frowned as she spoke and put his cup down on the table before reaching for her hand.

"That is war, Omega. And as a Black Ops unit we were part of many...horrible things. We were not just fighting droids." He swallowed as he remembered the first real kills they all had. How Tech had to compartmentalize it away, he couldn't deal with that image of blood instead of oil.

"War is never clean. I have little doubt now that is why my brothers never told you of the missions in detail." He squeezed her hand. "We dealt with it in our own ways, some good, some very poorly." He frowned.

"the empire is no different from the Republic in many ways. Things go on in the shadows that they do not wish the public to know about, and they create their weapons to deal with it secretly."

Omega let's out a hollow laugh "you think I don't know that?! I've seen what palpatine has been doing I've investigated old labs... .. ..seen the dark trooper projects.... you were a prototype tech!" She snatched her hand Away "if hemlock had did what he wanted ....like worse.. you would've been worse than a shadow trooper.... " she looks hurt "i-I just didn't think those who raised me could be so docile and murderous.... .like obedient attack dogs.... did none of you never ...try to think for yourselves?"

He tilted his head, brows furrowed. "And yet you seemed to believe that Crosshair was no different? His chip removed and he chose to stay with the empire. We all make choices, Omega. And we have to come to terms with what those choices entail. There was blood on Tech's hands when you first met him, and there is blood on mine." He stood and took his cup.

"do you still want a bodyguard now? Knowing that even before what the doctor did to me I was willing to kill for you and my brothers?" His eyes were distant, almost sad. As if the truth of who he always was, a soldier, black operations unit, was now simply the truth of his existence.

"perhaps I really am no different than before the Fall, because if it were to come to your life, or another's. I would choose you."

"You....you can stay ..." Omega softened "I'm sorry......tech....for what i said ....i-i didn't mean to be so.....harsh" she just hugged him "you can Stay please do"

He wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right. You feel things strongly. I am sure that had the others been here they would not have allowed me to soil your thoughts of us. I am sorry." He said resting his cheek on her head.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, squeezing her just a little. "We never wanted to disappoint you. I am sorry that I have."

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He frowned as she spoke and put his cup down on the table before reaching for her hand.

"That is war, Omega. And as a Black Ops unit we were part of many...horrible things. We were not just fighting droids." He swallowed as he remembered the first real kills they all had. How Tech had to compartmentalize it away, he couldn't deal with that image of blood instead of oil.

"War is never clean. I have little doubt now that is why my brothers never told you of the missions in detail." He squeezed her hand. "We dealt with it in our own ways, some good, some very poorly." He frowned.

"the empire is no different from the Republic in many ways. Things go on in the shadows that they do not wish the public to know about, and they create their weapons to deal with it secretly."

Omega let's out a hollow laugh "you think I don't know that?! I've seen what palpatine has been doing I've investigated old labs... .. ..seen the dark trooper projects.... you were a prototype tech!" She snatched her hand Away "if hemlock had did what he wanted ....like worse.. you would've been worse than a shadow trooper.... " she looks hurt "i-I just didn't think those who raised me could be so docile and murderous.... .like obedient attack dogs.... did none of you never ...try to think for yourselves?"

He tilted his head, brows furrowed. "And yet you seemed to believe that Crosshair was no different? His chip removed and he chose to stay with the empire. We all make choices, Omega. And we have to come to terms with what those choices entail. There was blood on Tech's hands when you first met him, and there is blood on mine." He stood and took his cup.

"do you still want a bodyguard now? Knowing that even before what the doctor did to me I was willing to kill for you and my brothers?" His eyes were distant, almost sad. As if the truth of who he always was, a soldier, black operations unit, was now simply the truth of his existence.

"perhaps I really am no different than before the Fall, because if it were to come to your life, or another's. I would choose you."

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He frowned as she spoke and put his cup down on the table before reaching for her hand.

"That is war, Omega. And as a Black Ops unit we were part of many...horrible things. We were not just fighting droids." He swallowed as he remembered the first real kills they all had. How Tech had to compartmentalize it away, he couldn't deal with that image of blood instead of oil.

"War is never clean. I have little doubt now that is why my brothers never told you of the missions in detail." He squeezed her hand. "We dealt with it in our own ways, some good, some very poorly." He frowned.

"the empire is no different from the Republic in many ways. Things go on in the shadows that they do not wish the public to know about, and they create their weapons to deal with it secretly."

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He nodded, swallowing. "And his hand?" He asked, voice very very small. "I knew it would destroy him, cutting his shooting hand off. And I did it anyway."

Who was he? He cut off his twins hand, watched with...with eager excitement for him to be stripped down and forced to join the CX troopers. He was not Tech, he couldn't be.

Even if he had coiling guilt in his stomach. He couldn't make it up to those who he harmed. Or at least not all of them.

"Tech...you were basically unwell and brainwashed " omega puts the caff on the table and sits down next to him "and I completed my first surgery with his prosthetic hand ..."

Tech...yes that was his name once. But he didn't have the fight to argue who that person was, had died with the mind flayer. He kept it to himself.

He reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth, staring into the dark liquid.

"good. I'm...happy that it was something that was undone." He whispered.

"....do you want me to get you some clothes?" Omega asked gently and starting to get up "I'd be more then happy to splash a few credits "

"yes, please." He stated simply. "I owe you a great deal of debt," he muttered. "Sister or not, this time is not the most sustainable for such additional weight of another being. I will find a way to be useful."

"Tech....I'm happy you're alive and I will help you put yourself back together...but in exchange for bed roof and food ...how about.. .bodyguard?" Omega smiled before reaching into her fridge and pulling out a bottle of rare sweet spotchka "I've been saving this for a good day...."

He looked up and nodded. "I can agree to that." He said before smiling just a bit. "It seems it as good as any day." He put his mug down and opened his hand for the bottle. He planned on spiking his caff.

"Is that a good Idea?...I've researched caff and spotchka don't mix well maybe put the caff in the microwave for now?" She offers a middle ground before smiling happily "it's a good day because my batch is now whole and our brothers will trust ms in the great beyond "

He gave Omega an unimpressed look. "I can assure you it is safe. I have done it before." He only poured a few fingers into his caff and stirred it. "Before you were part of the batch." He said after a moment, remembering the first time he did, after their first official mission was a success.

"You've never told me that story..." Omega grinned mischievous and slightly excited "I think since we're celebrating it'd be a good way to do so " she leans into her seat

He nodded and sat back as he stirred his spiked caff. "Perhaps that will help unblock more of my memories..." He said softly.

"it was our first official mission after being released for active duty. It was an assassination and data retrieval." He explained as the memory of it came back in fits and jumpstarts.

"I believe that Lama Su didn't expect us to succeed let alone survive. No doubt testing Nala Se's design and dedication to our development.

"it was a planet deep within the CIS, although I can't recall the name," he took a sip of his caff and smiled at the bite of the spotchka. "This was before we had the Marauder, we had to use a far smaller vessel that was unmarked with any Republic signage. I believe it was borrowed from Trainer Skirata? But that is not very clear in my memory yet.

"this was before Wrecker's accident, not that there was much a difference between before and after, other than some memory loss and his deafness. I was with Wrecker for the data retrieval while Crosshair and the Sergeant went for the assassination of the separatist general."

He leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. "I don't know the details, or don't recall them, of the other half of the mission, but Wrecker and I had a short timetable. We needed to get the information and plant a distraction to allow us all to escape in time with the assassination. We couldn't be a second off either way or risk the mission." He smiled. "But perfection was what we were designed for, and what was expected. Needless to say it went well, if not without additional casualties on our escape, nothing serious on our end, thankfully."

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He nodded, swallowing. "And his hand?" He asked, voice very very small. "I knew it would destroy him, cutting his shooting hand off. And I did it anyway."

Who was he? He cut off his twins hand, watched with...with eager excitement for him to be stripped down and forced to join the CX troopers. He was not Tech, he couldn't be.

Even if he had coiling guilt in his stomach. He couldn't make it up to those who he harmed. Or at least not all of them.

"Tech...you were basically unwell and brainwashed " omega puts the caff on the table and sits down next to him "and I completed my first surgery with his prosthetic hand ..."

Tech...yes that was his name once. But he didn't have the fight to argue who that person was, had died with the mind flayer. He kept it to himself.

He reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth, staring into the dark liquid.

"good. I'm...happy that it was something that was undone." He whispered.

"....do you want me to get you some clothes?" Omega asked gently and starting to get up "I'd be more then happy to splash a few credits "

"yes, please." He stated simply. "I owe you a great deal of debt," he muttered. "Sister or not, this time is not the most sustainable for such additional weight of another being. I will find a way to be useful."

"Tech....I'm happy you're alive and I will help you put yourself back together...but in exchange for bed roof and food ...how about.. .bodyguard?" Omega smiled before reaching into her fridge and pulling out a bottle of rare sweet spotchka "I've been saving this for a good day...."

He looked up and nodded. "I can agree to that." He said before smiling just a bit. "It seems it as good as any day." He put his mug down and opened his hand for the bottle. He planned on spiking his caff.

"Is that a good Idea?...I've researched caff and spotchka don't mix well maybe put the caff in the microwave for now?" She offers a middle ground before smiling happily "it's a good day because my batch is now whole and our brothers will trust ms in the great beyond "

He gave Omega an unimpressed look. "I can assure you it is safe. I have done it before." He only poured a few fingers into his caff and stirred it. "Before you were part of the batch." He said after a moment, remembering the first time he did, after their first official mission was a success.

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He nodded, swallowing. "And his hand?" He asked, voice very very small. "I knew it would destroy him, cutting his shooting hand off. And I did it anyway."

Who was he? He cut off his twins hand, watched with...with eager excitement for him to be stripped down and forced to join the CX troopers. He was not Tech, he couldn't be.

Even if he had coiling guilt in his stomach. He couldn't make it up to those who he harmed. Or at least not all of them.

"Tech...you were basically unwell and brainwashed " omega puts the caff on the table and sits down next to him "and I completed my first surgery with his prosthetic hand ..."

Tech...yes that was his name once. But he didn't have the fight to argue who that person was, had died with the mind flayer. He kept it to himself.

He reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth, staring into the dark liquid.

"good. I'm...happy that it was something that was undone." He whispered.

"....do you want me to get you some clothes?" Omega asked gently and starting to get up "I'd be more then happy to splash a few credits "

"yes, please." He stated simply. "I owe you a great deal of debt," he muttered. "Sister or not, this time is not the most sustainable for such additional weight of another being. I will find a way to be useful."

"Tech....I'm happy you're alive and I will help you put yourself back together...but in exchange for bed roof and food ...how about.. .bodyguard?" Omega smiled before reaching into her fridge and pulling out a bottle of rare sweet spotchka "I've been saving this for a good day...."

He looked up and nodded. "I can agree to that." He said before smiling just a bit. "It seems it as good as any day." He put his mug down and opened his hand for the bottle. He planned on spiking his caff.

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He nodded, swallowing. "And his hand?" He asked, voice very very small. "I knew it would destroy him, cutting his shooting hand off. And I did it anyway."

Who was he? He cut off his twins hand, watched with...with eager excitement for him to be stripped down and forced to join the CX troopers. He was not Tech, he couldn't be.

Even if he had coiling guilt in his stomach. He couldn't make it up to those who he harmed. Or at least not all of them.

"Tech...you were basically unwell and brainwashed " omega puts the caff on the table and sits down next to him "and I completed my first surgery with his prosthetic hand ..."

Tech...yes that was his name once. But he didn't have the fight to argue who that person was, had died with the mind flayer. He kept it to himself.

He reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth, staring into the dark liquid.

"good. I'm...happy that it was something that was undone." He whispered.

"....do you want me to get you some clothes?" Omega asked gently and starting to get up "I'd be more then happy to splash a few credits "

"yes, please." He stated simply. "I owe you a great deal of debt," he muttered. "Sister or not, this time is not the most sustainable for such additional weight of another being. I will find a way to be useful."

He was silent as he came up behind the intruder in the imperial base. He pressed the blaster to their chest, with a second aimed at their head.

"Tell me, what ever possessed you to believe this was a wise course of action?" He asked, voice airy but curious.

#open rp starter #cx 2 tech #imperial era

He wasn't supposed to feel anything in stasis. It was supposed to be like a medically induced coma; he was forced into the pod, injected and then woke up some indeterminate time later when he was needed.

But it was never that simple.

Dreams.

Nightmares.

Things he never experienced plagued his mind.

He could feel the computer code forced into his brain, new corrections for things the empire deemed insufficient. Felt the way his new mechanical limbs were grafted into his nervous system.

He bore it silently, but wanted to scream in pain.

Then...it stopped and he could sleep.

For how long?

He nodded, swallowing. "And his hand?" He asked, voice very very small. "I knew it would destroy him, cutting his shooting hand off. And I did it anyway."

Who was he? He cut off his twins hand, watched with...with eager excitement for him to be stripped down and forced to join the CX troopers. He was not Tech, he couldn't be.

Even if he had coiling guilt in his stomach. He couldn't make it up to those who he harmed. Or at least not all of them.

"Tech...you were basically unwell and brainwashed " omega puts the caff on the table and sits down next to him "and I completed my first surgery with his prosthetic hand ..."

Tech...yes that was his name once. But he didn't have the fight to argue who that person was, had died with the mind flayer. He kept it to himself.

He reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth, staring into the dark liquid.

"good. I'm...happy that it was something that was undone." He whispered.

#poor boy is so torn #he isn't tech #not quite yet #but he isn't CX-2 either #he's a lost soul.

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