Entropy (Tech x oc)

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Cute Tech and Theo scene? Maybe?

We finished removing all their chips a few hours ago, now I was simply standing peacefully on the top of ship; my feet dangling and swinging in the open air as I position myself on the edge. Resting my elbows on my things and my face in my hands, I stare up at the sunset; the beautiful oranges and unrefined pinks blending together in the most amazing ways. It made me wonder if their was some higher power that created the sunset; how could something so beautiful not be woven by someone's hands?

Maybe it was the work of a painter, or maybe it was shaped by some sort of God, like the ones in those old earthen legends. Maybe it was even different gasses blended across the skyline; but whatever it was, it was so incredibly beautiful, and it took my breath away everytime.

Kicking my feet under my feet, I hum a tune. It wasn't anything complex, nor simple, just an average tune. I wasn't even sure were I had originally heard it from; my master never sung, Anakin and Ahsoka were not fond of it either, and although the clones sung, none of them sung something quite like this.

Once I got to the chorus, it felt as if the words flowed from my mouth by themselves, the simple melody stumbling seamlessly out of my slightly parted lips. A small smile tugs at the corners, and eventually I feel a small warmth fill my chest.

As I sing, I suddenly hear a voice from behind me. It was gravely off key, and a little pitchy, but it was over smooth, and relatively deep. Although not particularly good at singing, the voice was music to my ears, all because I knew exactly who it was.

Turning my head, I see tech. His opal armor glistening with the orange sun beaming down onto the pristine white surface. He had his helmet propped between his elbow and thigh; and his well defined cheek bones casting a shadow over his face.

"Tech" I greet with a bright smile, scotching over and patting the seat next to me. He sits down reluctantly; watching me, studying me as I stare out at the sunset, the orange glows aluminizing my face. 

A long silence ensues, before I suddenly let my voice fill the tense air.

"Do you ever think about how everything came to be?" I ask, causing him to stiffen. I can feel his aura radiate confusion

" I beg your pardon?"

"The universe... do you ever think we're it came from? Was it a higher power? Was it crafted by someone much like the little datapad in our hands...?"

"The probability of that is very low. We already have strong evidence that sug-" he argues, pushing his goggles up by the bridge, but I quickly cut him off.

"Sometimes, you have to look beyond the science." I stare up at the sky, trying to avoid his nervous and slightly offended demeanor.

"I am all over science, I love it, and I find it so intriguing and interesting that we can use something to understand our universe. But in the end of the day, it is I acted by imperfect beings, and it's only educated guesses based off of factual data."

"But science has been proved countless times-"

"It's also been disproved as well."

He gives me a look.

Throwing my arms up, I let off a sigh.

"I don't mean to confuse you Tech; I am just a deep thinker, and over-thinker if you will. This is what I think about all the time, and why I've taken a liking to astrophysics."

I see his eyes glimmer at the topic of the star studying science, probably recalling our first moments spent together.

"I understand."

"I can't help but think about it. I mean, what are we commonly told by science, that matter collided? That it just...appeared? Were did the matter come from, it can't come out of nowhere, the basic laws of science state that. It contradicts itself; and that makes me think, what else in our worlds contradict? The way we all think; everyone thinks differently. Our opinions collide dangerously. Basic things like how a speeder works, you can't do this but you can do this thing that by the laws of science shouldn't work, Politics; often times those conflict. The way one flower smells amazing, but another smells awful. The way some metals can be used for certain things that other metals can't. Yes they are different and have different properties, but it makes me think. As with everything. There's so many inconsistent things in our universe, there's so many loose ends. Will we ever find out all of it? Probably not."

"Often times the scariest things, are the things we will never find out." I can feel his absolutely horrified aura behind me, his tinkerer brain moving way too fast to catch up. I Knew he was an analytical person, one who favored science and those things he can see.

But sometimes, you just have to believe. I mean, we can't see atoms under a microscope yet, we have so much evidence of their life, and we get pictures, but how easy would it be to fake pictures of atoms? It's not real time. And even microscopes, someone could think of a way to fake the way atoms look.

There's just so much uncertainty that comes with sticking to only reason and facts. I think this is why I love literature, it isn't set in stone; it changes, adapts, it's creative... there isn't a set way or definition.

I like that.

I find that more interesting than anything else.

The way someone can speak so powerfully through ink on a page, or pixels on a datapad. The way someone can try to persuade you of something but disguise it was a beautiful piece of literature. The way someone can reference literature. The way someone can incorporate science and such into a story, like science fiction. It is all just so fascinating, but maybe that is my creative brain thinking.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't an overthinker, it messed me up a lot more than it fixes. But it has named me intelligent I suppose, I passed the Jedi Intelligence and writing exams with flying colors. 

"Sorry, I ranted again." I look down in shame; guilt filling me. I always was a babbler; even in my crib were the Jedi supposedly found me. Obi-Wan always scolded me for doing such things, but my brain goes too fast. If I don't at least spew some of the useless, futile thoughts filling my head, I'll explode.

"I'm an overthinker as well, I understand. I rant a lot to my brothers; they don't listen, but they act like they do. And I understand that...Overthinking. I try to think factually so I don't swallow myself whole. So I don't think of something I'm not supposed to... that will confuse me or make me feel lost. Instead of thinking as I should, I push it away and mask it with factual data in an attempt to get rid of my inner turmoil. But it's futile, it breaks through, especially when I'm with you."

I look down in shame again, but a large, gloved hand in mine makes my head snap back up. I see Techs hazel orbs sparkle with an unrecognizable emotion; a warmth filling my chest once I notice it. I pick at my hangnails on my other hand to rid myself of anxiety, as I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips.

"Don't feel guilty, Theodosia. It isn't your fault. It's a good thing, you bring out the good things."

I feel a burst of emotions when he says my full name. So many to were I cannot filter through them. Happiness, giddiness, confusion, admiration and love, infatuation, great fullness and so much more that I cannot even begin to name. Heat creeps up from my neck and climbs up my cheeks, choking my skin in a blaze of fire. I feel my fingers start to tremble slightly, as tingles flow throughout my body. It seems so extreme to feel that way over a simple word uttered form his parted lips; but it drove me insane.

In the best way of course.

"Thank you, Tech."