![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Aug. 1st, 2018 08:26 pmTechie, honestly, had no idea why he'd been spared when a squad of elite stormtroopers and the First Order's boogeyman himself had arrived and dismantled MaMa's clan with a sort of brutal efficiency. Definitely cleaner than when MaMa had initially taken over that corner of the galaxy.
But there he was, cuffed in the back of a troop transport, and he wasn't sure if that was better than dead or not. He tilted his head so that he could rub at the corner of his eye with the knuckle of his index finger. The augmentations had been badly installed and never really properly maintained, and now, out of range of MaMa's mainframe, he felt a little blind. He could still see, sure, and had infrared and x-ray and a handful of other spectrum scans, but he could only see what he was looking at, no longer connected to the entire compound's security cameras.
Essentially he was back to being just a single person when he'd gotten used to being an entire compound.
It was something that made him feel very small and very, very alone.
He also had no way of knowing that the raid had been specifically to rescue him, and that was because he had no idea just how important he actually was. Certainly he knew about his resemblance to the First Order's General, but MaMa had always said that the only reason anyone would come for him was if said General needed a decoy, which was what he was chiefly concerned about at the moment, gnawing on a thumbnail.
But there he was, cuffed in the back of a troop transport, and he wasn't sure if that was better than dead or not. He tilted his head so that he could rub at the corner of his eye with the knuckle of his index finger. The augmentations had been badly installed and never really properly maintained, and now, out of range of MaMa's mainframe, he felt a little blind. He could still see, sure, and had infrared and x-ray and a handful of other spectrum scans, but he could only see what he was looking at, no longer connected to the entire compound's security cameras.
Essentially he was back to being just a single person when he'd gotten used to being an entire compound.
It was something that made him feel very small and very, very alone.
He also had no way of knowing that the raid had been specifically to rescue him, and that was because he had no idea just how important he actually was. Certainly he knew about his resemblance to the First Order's General, but MaMa had always said that the only reason anyone would come for him was if said General needed a decoy, which was what he was chiefly concerned about at the moment, gnawing on a thumbnail.
