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.
In the morning, Hux was sipping his caf in the mess hall. He didn’t expect his brother to already have anything to report, or even to see him. Instead, he enjoyed the silence before the rest of the officers would shuffle in.
Techie awoke with a start only to realize that today he had the night shift. He could afford to sleep in. As he was about to doze off again, the datapad shifted and an edge poked him right between the ribs. That was enough to bring him back from the brink. Mind hazy, Techie slid off the bed and stretched…
Oh! Hux! That’s right- he needed to speak to him ASAP! A quick glance at the chrono made Techie’s anxiety spike. If he didn’t leave now, Hux would begin work and then be too busy for him until late, and Techie was too excited to leave this for later.
He didn’t bother with eating, dressing, or taking a sonic; Techie ran out of his quarters with the datapad and made a beeline for where he knew Hux usually was right now: The mess hall.
TechieHux 