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–VALENTINE’S 2018.
THE SCHEDULE: 01.10 – sign-ups open 01.18 – sign-ups close 01.20 – all assignments sent 02.10 – assignments due 02.14 – the reveal!
You have reached the Legal Department of the First Order. We apologize General, but did you say fraudulent claim to the throne? We were made to believe that you, yourself, personally nominated Supreme Leader Ren to his place on the throne. However, this intel did come through a number of channels, so it had every opportunity to corrupt before reaching us… Nevertheless, it is a very elaborate process to challenge another person’s suitability for a position, but it is possible. To start, you will need to fill out an Official Dispute of Rank form, which we would be happy to send to you. Our current version is created for such individuals hoping to argue the promotion of a Captain or Admiral, but it will work in this situation. You will need to complete all of the sections including the parts asking for your credentials, and you’ll need to explain your rationale behind this challenge to the throne; Section K can be left unfilled, however, since you do not have a superior officer. After we receive your completed documentation, the next step will involve us investigating the claim. Normally, this would include the superior officers of the defendant, but Supreme Leader Ren and you are the highest ranking personnel in the First Order, so the steps after this stage will be…unorthodox compared to the typical process. At this point, if our investigation determines that your claim has merit, we would be happy to assist you in notifying any persons chosen by you of our findings, and it will be your decision as to what happens next. From a completely unbiased legal standpoint, you might be able to use our findings to gain a loyal following within the ranks of the First Order, which you could then use to usurp the throne as any leader is worthless without minions to further their influence. This is our impartial proposition, however, and we are not offering preference to either party involved in this claim. Additionally, we would like to remind you of the legal clauses surrounding the succession of a Supreme Leader: In the case of his or her untimely death, if an applicable successor cannot be located, the throne will be allocated to the military hierarchy starting with the highest Generals. We hope we have answered all of your questions to your satisfaction. Long Live the First Order.
Seems like some shit is going to go down… Try to stay out of the line of fire, everyone (TT_TT) Be safe!
Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
“Oh, uh. It’s my sh-shift! I have to be on t-time,” Techie explains as he hops into his technician overalls, slipping them on right over his casual clothes. Usually he’d try and take a sonic first, but any longer and his supervisor will yell at him.
“I know you w-want to help me, but… People will notice, right? If I get, er, special t-treatment.” Now he’s frantically smoothing down his hair and tying it back with a blue hairband.
Techie placed his caf down on the ground and stood awkwardly before Kylo, scratching at his ankle with a sneaker. “Blasters!” He blurts out, after an uncomfortable silence where he tried to think about his near-nonexistent fighting skills. “I know h-how to shoot. Blasters. And… n-nothing else.” With a thick blue band, he ties his hair back into a long, loose ponytail and grimaces.
Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie’s smile stretches wider than is convincing, wrapping an arm protectively around his omega’s shoulders. “Yes. I’ll… keep your advice in mind. Do you know where I can buy a collar for him?” The slaver offers Techie a choice of seemingly endless collars, and Techie motions for Dopheld to choose one while he transfers the credits to pay for the enslaved omegas.
“I knew you were good from the minute I saw you, from the moment, Matt,” the redhead whispered, sliding in the water until he was curled on his side in the bubbles, like a sleepy mermaid.
-Techs From Last Night by ArtemisCLydeFrogge on AO3
How could I pass up the opportunity to draw Techie as a sleepy mermaid? I didn’t draw him curled up, but I was going for a more ambient feel, as if he were floating in the middle of the sea. Anyways, please please please go read this incredible fic!! I am deeply enamored with it, and find myself swept away with every chapter.
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