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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.

“N-nope. Not a thing.” A quick scan of the room shows his tools on the floor, all arranged in a circle around a little machine. “Oh, I’ve been w-working on that for days!” He slid off the bed and went to the mini workshop, then noticed all the empty cans of energy drink scattered about.

“I was… I was p-pr-pretty screwed up, wasn’t I?” He turns his sad eyes towards Ren.