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 slept peacefully with Ren’s comforting, secure warmth by his side. Fourteen hours of heavenly sleep later, he awoke with a startled gasp from a strange dream, and looked wildly about the room.
TechieHux 