Techie goes limp in his arms, practically pouting. He had hoped… well, it was a silly idea anyway. Skinny little techs don’t get to play hero and impress their powerful, higher-up brothers. With a disappointed groan of acknowledgement, he returns Hux’s hug. He means well.
Yet the seed of an idea begins to form…
“Are you sulking because I won’t allow you to die in battle?” Hux asked. It was endearing, really. “I doubt you would even like it. Besides, I need you here, don’t I? I barely ever go and fight in person. I mostly stay on the ships and command.”
“Y-yeah… You’ve got a point. I’ll be an easy target and end up d-dead two m-minutes in,” Techie admits, inwardly smiling about his brilliant plan. A pushover he might be, but Techie is a Hux as well, with all that entails.
He lets go of Hux right at the same time his datapad chimes with a notification.
He excuses himself a moment and skims it over, nearly jumping out of his skin when he realizes what the notice is about: his shift! Techie’s going to be late!!
“Shit!” he exclaims, and dives for his technician uniform.
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