Techie understands just how precarious the situation is. A wrong move will likely scare her off. He hangs his head, red locks falling over his eyes, and says, “I’ll try, um, I… I promise.” Now, the only question is when they’ll engage her.
He smiled and reached out, squeezing Techie’s hand. “So will I, then,” he said. “I will arrange everything, okay? And let you know when we can move to meet her. I will make sure to make it soon.”
Techie resolves himself to wait patiently. He throws himself into work, into the daily complexities of life in the First Order, always having that question of “When?” nagging at the back of his mind.
Finally, he received the summons he’d been waiting on.
TechieHux 