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Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

Techie was hyped up on three kinds of energy drinks laced with a few shots of vodka. He’d been awake for nearing 54 hours without rest and was, needless to say, far from reality.

As a tech he had access to the comms of quite a few higher ups, and as a Hux he had access to quite a few *more*, so it wasn’t so hard for him to call up Kylo Ren himself and leave a message.

And when Kylo Ren marched up to him and said… something (Techie wasn’t aware enough to know WHAT), all Techie did was giggle and stumble towards him.