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[clan_techie]

The Madrigal crime syndicate had been disbanded, and luckily someone involved with that disbanding knew where to send her tech -and favorite pet- since releasing him into the local waterways wasn't something he'd survive, not with the augmentations he had and not when no one knew for sure if he was even native to the planet. Cybernetic eyes that hadn't actually been made for him and had just been implanted because they were available and a collar that was fitted closely enough that they couldn't be sure whether it was just tight or whether it was grafted on, and the small box set against his throat was apparently just there to deliver a stinging electrical charge if he made any of the sounds a Mer would naturally make, apparently an encouragement to speak basic.

He definitely wouldn't have survived just being released into the waterway in the state he was in even just a couple days on his own. No one had known he was in her manor or they would have cleared it out sooner, and it was the brand at his temple marking him as property instead of a member of the syndicate that likely saved him from arrest or worse.

When he arrived at the facility on Naboo he was in what amounted to a shipping container, too small by half and short enough that his tail was folded back on itself, fins starting to curl, though it was likely that was more from malnutrition and being kept in a too small tank at the Madrigal Manor more than it was the travel container. He was definitely underweight, skin practically pale enough to see through, and what had once been brilliantly orange-copper scales on his tail and scattered in patches up his torso were dull, almost dusty. He'd hissed and snapped half-heartedly at his rescuers, but didn't have the energy for much more than that, and definitely didn't have it now after a few hours in hyperspace. Mostly he was just regarding his new surroundings with suspicion, breathing and the movements of the gills along his ribs irregular and shallow.

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[defendstruth]

He certainly didn't weigh enough - muscle is dense and he needed more of it, at least in the medical droid's opinion. Body fat as well - there was a reason they had made sure the water would be warm.

Padmé made her way over to the crate, sitting on the corner, with her feet in the water. When Techie sat up, looking startled she started to jump up to see what was wrong before he spoke. "You're welcome. Go ahead and relax, stretch out. I can show you around later." She wanted him to be comfortable.

[clan_techie]

He regarded her for a long moment, as if he might be able to determine whether or not she was lying about that. Reasonably sure that she was being truthful, he did stretch out again, though it was forwards so he could set in to working at his tail again, trying to loosen the cramped muscles.

It was something he knew was going to take time, and probably multiple rounds of kneading, but he was up to it, as long as this whole scenario didn't collapse, and he wasn't going to count on it staying the way it was, unused to people being kind.

[defendstruth]

Padmè stayed relaxed, posture and breathing calm and collected. Once Techie went back to stretching, she dismissed the loader droids who started back to the hanger and dismissed EmDee to the medical pool area. They all had things to do, herself included.

So while he was working on his trail Padmè opened her comlink and started going over public documents and schedules, nothing which required any privacy at all. Occasionally she'd pause something to make a note on it but mostly just silently studied.

[clan_techie]

He was only halfway paying attention to what she was doing, all too used to being watched at all times himself, but with the ingrained habit of keeping track of what little information he could that he might be able to use later.

Once his hands started to tire he figured that was as much good as he could do for his tail for the time being he just twisted himself over on his belly to fully submerge in the water again. He rested his head on folded arms, breathing slowly, not sleeping, not yet, only trying to let himself relax enough that he could because he knew he needed to.

[defendstruth]

That he was used to gleaning information was why she stuck to public information. At least in part. And she stayed in case he had trouble, not to be nosey. Privately she wondered if a muscle relaxant withhold help and if he'd reject the offer.

But once he was submerged again,she began working on a speech - nothing that needed privacy still but a distraction from the rest. She knew the Kolto would still be working, killing the infection, repairing injured muscle and tissue. But he'd also just need restful sleep. And she was glad to give him a safe place to do that.

[clan_techie]

Chances were good that he'd decline most medical assistance, not unless he knew exactly what it was and what it did, and even then he wasn't likely to trust it, not really.

As it was, he didn't actually sleep, but he did let himself drift a little. He'd explore further later, still not entirely trusting that he was allowed to, and knowing that even a doze for a while would help set him to rights.

He was high enough on the artificial shoal that the currents wouldn't cause him to drift, but far enough out that he'd have plenty of warning if someone decided to come out to him for any reason, essentially sleeping with one eye open.

[defendstruth]

It goes back to trust - it has to be earned and they haven't done that yet. And Techie has a great many reasons to mistrust all of them. Not just from suffering past abuses but because until he's used to open water again and can survive in it and hunt for himself - he's trapped at the whilms of those caring for him. It's not a situation Padmé has been in, not really. Even as a child she's been very deeply and securely attached to her parents and clan but also quite independent.

While he rested, Padmé continued to work, though she occasionally dipped the toes of one foot into the water. Nothing more intrusive than that, and it was more unconcious than anything.

[clan_techie]

It was another hour or so before he stirred again, twisting over onto his side and levering himself up again, sending off a cascade of tiny yellow-green fish that had been pecking through his hair, and he startled slightly as one that had gotten caught with the movement dropped back into the water, spinning a circle before darting away to join the rest of them downstream.

His brow furrowed, lifting one hand to his hair as if he might be able to figure out what it was they'd been after, realizing as he did so that most of, if not all, of the ache that had settled into his joints was gone. He knuckled at one eye, feeling it focus and re-focus as he did so, but the fact that he was able to feel that and not just the near-constant sting of irritation was amazing in and of itself.

[defendstruth]

She looked up as the water splashed and closed the mini viewing-screen, and elected to not say anything just yet. Probably better to give Techie a few minutes to stretch and wake up rather than startling him. They didn't know, couldn't know, how he reacted yet and what kind of mistreatment he'd survived.

But really Padmé also wanted to study him a moment, see his body posture and compare it to when he'd arrived on planet and when he'd first settled into the pool. He looked like he was feeling better, anyway.

[clan_techie]

He was moving less gingerly than he had been while still in the crate, though still carefully, clearly not used to having that much space.

And just as he'd startled at the fish basically landing in his lap, he likewise startled when he realized she was still there, brow furrowing a little, "You stayed." It didn't sound like an accusation at any rate, and mostly sounded curious, though given as how he was used to being observed regardless of where he was, he wasn't entirely surprised by that fact, either.

[defendstruth]

He'd get used to it, she thought, but was quite glad they had chosen the smaller of the large pools to start with.

"I did. I'd like to show you around a little, and I thought it might be lonely with only EmDee in here to talk to. It seemed rude to vanish without making sure you were all right with it." And make sure he knew how to call for assistance if he needed something more than anything - and that they hadn't missed any important biological needs.

[clan_techie]

He gave a little shrug, stretching his fingers, "I don't know, I've never talked to one before. Maybe they're good at conversations." While he wasn't exactly itching to take the droid apart and see what improvements could be made, he was a tinkerer at heart, and he was definitely curious -as he hadn't seen the model before- but he wouldn't act on that curiosity without permission, or an order.

A nod followed, "But thank you, that's kind of you." Something he was going to have to get used to, apparently.

[defendstruth]

Padmé laughed quietly. "I've spent more time than I would like to admit talking with one. They tend to be quite focused and literal, which isn't always bad honestly." She didn't know he was a tinkerer, but had she, she would have been even more sure he and Anakin would have gotten on.

"You're welcome. This is your home, for however long you need and want it to be." She meant it sincerely. "How do you feel, now that you've gotten to stretch out some? Is the temperature good?"

[clan_techie]

He nodded at that, "It's nice, yeah." It was warmer than he was used to, not by much, but by enough that he noticed, but it was comfortable, and so he didn't think there was any reason to mention it, and the fact that MaMa had -apparently- been keeping him in water that was too cold for him was less of a surprise than it really should have been.

And circling back to the subject of EmDee units and their conversational skills he added: "They're meant for skill not socializing."

[defendstruth]

When Padmé had still been a girl, Shmi Skywalker had slept on the floor, on a rug made of rags, while Padmé slept on a bed so narrow she'd only been able to lay on her side. Closets on ships were sometimes larger and Watto had considered himself generous to give a room that size to one person. Slavers feast on cruelty. "I'm glad. We had to guess, some, about what you would need. We're trying to get it right."

"I'm aware. I'm also aware most human-akin species are more social than that." But again, they just didn't have enough information at hand.

[clan_techie]

"I'd be guessing, too." He replied, the answer coming more easily than it probably should have. He knew that was the kind of thing he should know about himself, but he didn't.

He knew there had been a time before MaMa and the Madrigal manor, but he didn't remember any of it, nothing like details of what he might need, or where he'd come from, but he hadn't let that bother him before and he wasn't going to start letting it bother him now.

[defendstruth]

Years of training is schooling her face and posture were the only reason Padmè didn't let her anger show. She even managed to keep a gentle, friendly look on her face and in her posture rather than a neutral one. "That's understandable. We'll work as a team." And have EmDee keep a close watch.

His attitude wasn't uncommon amongst slaves who had been taken as very small children. It made her heart ache. The Jedi might know something - more reason to learn on her friendships with them. "We're working on the assumption that you were keep in conditions which would be the minimum needed to keep you alive, and we honestly don't know what nutrients you may be missing or low in. I'll admit I have concerns about that. Sometime, it needn't be now, I'd like you talk with me, and allow me to record ideally, your earliest memories of being under MaMa. It may help us locate your homeworld." And his people but that might be a frightening thought.

[clan_techie]

"I remember that." He replied, giving a little shrug, leaning back on his hands so that his gills were submerged again, but leaving himself still upright enough to carry on a conversation, "And I don't think I mind a recording." He couldn't recall that he'd been recorded before, so didn't figure he had any objections.

One hand darted out a moment later, snaring one of the little fish that had been picking through his hair, lifting it cupped in his hand so that it still had enough water to be fully covered, thanks to the webbing between his fingers, just holding it out where she could see it to ask: "What kind are these? Why do they like my hair?" He hadn't yet realized that they'd come back to peck along his tailfin, cleaning it the same way they would rocks and plants in the water, and the same way they'd been doing to his hair when he was fully underwater.

[defendstruth]

"That's helpful, thank you." More then he might realize at this moment - they may be able to match the chemical make-up of his water and find it other biological needs.

"Golden tarteas to the Naboo. Gungans call them 'pecker darts'. They clean detritus from the surfaces so they are probably making sure you don't have dandruff." Or mites.

[clan_techie]

"Oh. Alright." He studied the fish a moment longer before lowering it back into the water a little more gently than he'd first scooped it up, "I'll leave them be."

His brow furrowed briefly a moment later, chewing at the corner of his lip, he'd already been promised food, and had far more space than he'd had in his life, but he was still feeling half-blind, which was why he asked: "Is it alright if I connect to the local holonet?" He tapped lightly at his temple to indicate the eyes, "I can look things up on my own and not have to ask so many questions."

[defendstruth]

"They are probably quite curious about you, anyway." As he was about them. "They just want to get to know you." And it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to get to know them and the other small creatures hiding in plants.

Padmé shifted, watching his face. Patient, waiting. "Oh, yes that's fine. You'll need to create a user ID for it, but it's not a permanet one or it doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be." Most students abandoned theirs for adulthood, or their time in civil service especially if they went into Naboo politics. She had, as had all her handmaidens.

[clan_techie]

"Thank you." His head tilted back, just a little, eyes going unfocused. Or, rather, focused on some middle-distance, apparently some kind of internal HUD, both eyes focusing and re-focusing at different rates as they had before, though it was only a few moments before he sagged forward a little, nodding once in something like relief, some of the wary tension just bleeding out of him.

It wasn't the same as being wired in -essentially- to the whole manor, but he could access public camera feeds and entertainment and news media, plus whatever informational libraries were public-access. Given time he could get his way into more secure areas, but he wasn't going to, not without good reason, and just being able to look up the names of the plants he was surrounded with and what they did, or could be used for was enough.

There was another quiet: "Thank you." And because he figured she should know, as it might help, he explained: "I was Madrigal Manor, security feeds and communications and everything." Another fingertip tap to his temple, "I saw all." He was reasonably sure it had been meant to disorient him, and it had, at first, but he'd persevered and had then just gotten used to that level of connectivity as a baseline.

[defendstruth]

While Naboo valued personal privacy above most other things - almost all things - they were still open about things involving education and legalities. He wouldn't find personal record of Naboo citizens, but the libraries? All those were there. Museums. Art. Election information on how to vote and each candidate's public views. Her own. Including how her people had tried to talk her into turning Naboo into a hereditary monarchy so she could stay, and how she's refused and instead created stricter term limits.

Padmè had looked away whine he settled, giving him privacy to work and settle himself.

"You're welcome. You can also interface with this building's settings via the holonet but that would take setting you up to do so. We did move the controls to many things so you could use them from the water, if you'd like to see the panel?" That may make him feel safer, given this information.

[clan_techie]

Chances were good that he'd do some deep-dive educational reading, once he realized that he wouldn't actually suffer repercussions for it, and at the offer he nodded, "Yes, thank you, I'd like that."

Because he would, if they were going to go and let him have some kind of control over his environment then the sooner he learned that the better. Not that he was actively expecting the offer to be rescinded, but there was definitely an edge of that in the back of his mind, simply because that was what he was used to happening.

[defendstruth]

"Of course." As if the most reasonable thing - which to her it was. Padmè stood, not noticing (or more correctly - not minding) the few inches of her inner robe which got wet in the water. She didn't head deeper however but out and then parallel to the shore towards the left side of the pool, carefully but gracefully and with full confidence over the low moss slicked rocks to one if the walls. There was, at one of the a shape suggesting steps but liked naturally formed. Padmè stepped down those and sat on the level spot that wasn't covered in moss. Her legs to mid-calf were submerged and the water was deep enough for Techie to fully submerge himself by almost 40 centimeters, or too take advantage of a rock formation that would leave him sitting parallel to the well, his tail able to move freely but his back and hips cradled by the ricks softened with lush vegetation. Within both their hands reach was a cleared rock, bare of moss and stained purple. She pressed it and a holoscreen appeared.