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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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[clan_techie]

He nodded then, expression smoothing a little, though there was still some concern around his eyes, "Yes. I think you're right." Mostly because he knew it had been too long since he'd eaten, likely part of why he'd been apparently fine with just dozing off in a strange place without some kind of protective cover.

[defendstruth]

"There's a plate of fish and seafood in the medical building that was prepared this morning, do you want it?" EmDee could put it on a mouse droid and send it out to them, as well as water to drink. They weren't actually sure what he drank, but water was probably a safe gamble, they thought.

And the reason for the different types of food was to figure out if there was anything he didn't like - as well as what he did.

[clan_techie]

His brow creased once more, not quite as nervous as he had been before, but still some, "If it's not meant for someone else, I'll take it, yes."

Water was also a good bet, though he was likely going to be surprised that it wasn't liquor, since that was all anyone drank under MaMa, and luckily he didn't need much actual liquid intake, either.

[defendstruth]

"It's for you, prepared this morning. We weren't sure what shape you've be in when you arrived if you'd be able to eat. And even if it wasn't, I'm offering it to you - and no one here would argue with me on the matter, or I'd tell my mom someone is trying to prevent me from feeding a guest." And her mother would put a fast stop to that. Frighteningly so. But there's friendly mischief in her eyes rather than a threat. Something she could tease about while passing the message back to EmDee to send Techie's food out.

[clan_techie]

It was only the fact that she reassured him first that it had been meant for him that made him realize the rest wasn't entirely serious and he nodded, "Alright."

And then, because it was habit and not likely something he'd get over anytime soon, "Thank you." He pulled the datapad out again so that he could go over the food menu, just so he'd have a better idea of what it was when it arrived, but even that was quick, nearly perfunctory because there was a lot of information there and he knew he wouldn't be able to memorize it all so quickly.