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.
“I don’t know what it is, but my superv-visor said I have to fix it f-fast or she’ll have my head. I started like… a week ago?” He shuffles a can between his feet. “L-looks like I thought if I went without sl-sleep I’d f-finish faster.”
Techie grimaces and adds, “N-now that I think about it, didn’t I c-call you for something? I’m not sure. The m-memory’s pretty vague.”
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