The handmaidens of the previous queen of Naboo are the first thing that comes to mind as Rokuro describes his service to his master, but this relationship seems to be more interdependent. It's a strange concept to him, but then he and his brothers have served no one so directly nor to such a degree. Then again they hardly knew how to take care of themselves given the constant mess their old barracks and ship are in.

"The most complicated part would be programming it, after finding the specific parts, of course," Tech says, his tone matter-of-fact. "Tinkering is more of a hobby, really, and I'm not the only one who handles repairs of such things, of my squad-"

He has to stop and stare a moment as Rokuro begins to shake his tablet. "..." The man must be from a more backwater place than he'd thought. "I-" He blinks at the beep that comes from the tablet, pausing again as Rokuro takes to cradling the device like some kind of beloved pet. Tech brings a hand to his face with a bit of a sigh before he reaches out to take the tablet. Realization hits him before he even looks at the screen, and he hands over the binoculars.

"-has there been any movement?" Right, mission. He taps at the tablet to bring up the message, hoping they haven't missed anything vital during their conversation.