The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother.
“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.
“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual.
“I certainly hope so,” she said, whispering a prayer that Hux would listen to Techie’s pleas rather than ignoring them. As much as she admired Armitage, she knew that he could be brutal and cunning, focusing more on his music or the First Order than the welfare of others.
Techie (fearfully, trembling) went to speak with his brother. The door slid open and he met Hux at his desk, taking a deep breath.
An hour passed.
Techie had told Phasma that he’d message her within an hour to let her know what he’d discussed with him, but…
There was nothing but silence.
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