He shakes his head, thinking. “Can I… Can I try first? If all else f-fails, we can bring in the big guns later. I just. This is s-something that I feel like should be done by her family.” It seems less impersonal that way.
“She’s going to l-love us, Armie. Something tells me so,” he says, gazing down fondly at his empty drink as if it held all the answers. “I’m s-sure of it.”
The rest of the evening passed by in peace; the brothers bonded until late and then retired to their own quarters. But Techie’s mind was in overdrive. He made plans, rounded up leads, calculated probabilities until even his mech eyes got tired and he fell asleep, datapad clutched to his chest like a prize.
In the morning, he’d report his modest findings to Hux.
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