[Umbrellas hardly seem an adequate protection against acid. For all the interesting hybrids of technology and magic, that something like this was still the best they had on hand for such an otherwise straight-forward hindrance was...inconvenient.
The only upside to not having all his gear in this situation is that there's less bulk to worry about covering with these ridiculous makeshift shields. Still, Katarn-class armor would hold up a little better than the armor he's pieced together, and it's still only forty percent to eighty ratio in terms of armor versus other materials. He hears an unsettlingly close sizzle, glancing at his shoulder guard before adjusting the angle of his umbrella just a touch. As tall as he is, coverage just isn't an easy thing. Being compacted into as tight a crouch as possible makes things all the more uncomfortable, but Tech's not the sort to complain at least.
Truthfully he's just a little distracted, but that's because of the young Mandalorian he's found himself in the company of. That it's Mandalorian armor goes without question. It strikes him as both familiar and not, just as much as the voice that speaks.
Maybe Boba might have a better time of recognizing the other clone. Tech may not have all his gear, but he has reacquired his helmet, distinguishable in its own way.]
I heard it.
[Brown eyes glance up towards the sprinklers from behind his goggles, not that much can be made out while the spray is going on. It's not much of a warning, but it's still something.]
That should be enough time to get protection up before we get hit with each spray.
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The only upside to not having all his gear in this situation is that there's less bulk to worry about covering with these ridiculous makeshift shields. Still, Katarn-class armor would hold up a little better than the armor he's pieced together, and it's still only forty percent to eighty ratio in terms of armor versus other materials. He hears an unsettlingly close sizzle, glancing at his shoulder guard before adjusting the angle of his umbrella just a touch. As tall as he is, coverage just isn't an easy thing. Being compacted into as tight a crouch as possible makes things all the more uncomfortable, but Tech's not the sort to complain at least.
Truthfully he's just a little distracted, but that's because of the young Mandalorian he's found himself in the company of. That it's Mandalorian armor goes without question. It strikes him as both familiar and not, just as much as the voice that speaks.
Maybe Boba might have a better time of recognizing the other clone. Tech may not have all his gear, but he has reacquired his helmet, distinguishable in its own way.]
I heard it.
[Brown eyes glance up towards the sprinklers from behind his goggles, not that much can be made out while the spray is going on. It's not much of a warning, but it's still something.]
That should be enough time to get protection up before we get hit with each spray.