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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 lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s an understatem-ment if ever I’ve heard one!” He shakes his head and adds, “You should see H-Hux when he’s exhausted: p-puffing on a cigarra with bloodshot eyes and staring straight at a point on the wall for, ah, hours… super creepy!“

Techie tread carefully with his next words. "What do *you* d-do when you’re overworked?” He didn’t want to pry, but he worried for Ren. Certain things he had heard gave him a good *reason* to worry. It was possibly they were only rumors, but if not? Then Ren needed help.