kylocanyounot:

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.

As if he was repeating something distasteful, Techie rattled out all their fuctions as quickly as he could: “Th-they can do night v-v-vision, x-ray vision, project an image, uh, anywhere, and… There’s m-more I probably haven’t discovered yet.”

Techie stood up from the ground and dusted himself off, shooting Ren an apologetic smile. “Y-yeah, I can’t imagine a force-wizard would l-like what goes on in my head very much. But, um, you know,” here he blushes a little, “Having you around m-makes me feel safe, so I think my b-brain was quieter with you here.”