If u don’t have good intentions w/ me, please just leave me alone. I’m tired.
Author: techiehux
A daughters distrust
Frustrated, Techie waited outside and refused to leave until they finished up and came out.
A daughters distrust
Techie’s brows furrowed. “I get that maybe now isn’t th-the best time for it, but I’m her father and I don’t need your *p-permission* to talk with Addie.” He was starting to get angry…
A daughters distrust
In the meantime, Techie had been working his ass off. He trained himself hard with blasters and raised his endurance. Every single day he thought of Adeline and resolved to be stronger to protect her.
It hurt him deeply to leave her with Kylo Ren, but he knew the man could protect her much better with the Force (something Techie could never do.)
He passed her in the hallways one day and tried to catch her attention.
[Public Post]
Ever since that whole insane episode with MaMa ended and things have gotten quiet again, I’ve felt… off. Numb, and lost. Demons from my past could show up at any time and wreck what little peace I built up.
Why do I try to feel better? What’s the point? It’ll get ruined again, without fail.
I’m slipping back into a really bad place…
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 9:19 PM]
A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot
Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
With certainty, Techie declared, “No. I don’t. I’m a piece of sh-shit, and truthfully, I *don’t* deserve k-kindness. Nothing and n-nobody is all good or all evil, all b-black or all white. So we’re all pieces of shit with some g-gold mixed in, and even if we don’t deserve good things, people sh-should DO good things to each other.“
To Techie, this all made sense, and he’d obviously thought of this for a while.
Investigation by Midnight
“There w-were other Clan Techies before me. We all had the same name, but we gave each other n-n-nicknames. MaMa didn’t like keeping them, uh, around for long, s-said they were a liability. Towards the end, I was th-the… The only one left.”
Techie gave a shudder and furrowed his brows in thought. Who else did he know of? “MaMa’s right hand, Caleb, would h-have a lot of info to, uh, give but some J-Judges killed him.” He picked mercilessly at the skin around his fingers and rolled the leather interrogation room chair back and forth.

Fondly watching your love
(I’m on a train to Moscow right now. My drunken neighbor desperatly tries to gift some woman the vegetables from his garden)
Imagine Techie serving as some kind of glorified consort or concubine.
This is all I need, to be honest. Techie dressed up in fine jewellery and having his hair braided, sat by a ruler’s side as they pet his head ✨