lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

Techie didn’t have time to react: he’d already been high when Phasma stuck another, unknown substance into his arm. Immediately, the world went black as Techie toppled over with a groan. 

Phasma’s plan was a mystery to him, and would remain as such until he awoke and she could explain.

Phasma took Techie in her arms and placed him in the Toxichem van, which she drove to the headquarters.

“Sir, we brought in one of the targets,” she said, holding up Techie’s limp body.

“Excellent,” the supervisor said, looking over with satisfaction. “Take him to an interrogation room.” Phasma nodded and took Techie to an interrogation cell, and sat him down on the bed to make him comfortable. All the while, she waited for him to wake up so she could explain her plab.

He awoke with a dull ache in his arm and a pounding headache, sitting up and shedding the thin blanket so it pooled in his lap. His eyes opened slowly and took a moment to adjust to the lighting. When he saw Phasma and realized he had no fucking clue where he was, Techie shrieked and scrambled to the far edge of the bed, desperate to put distance between him and this woman.