I’ve finally been taken off bed rest and can go out into the world!! This means I have to suffer through work again but it beats lying in bed and wishing I was dead 🙂
Everything’s fine with my new eyes, thankfully, yet… It’s so weird. I don’t know how to feel about them.
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 4:45PM]
Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.
He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.
“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.
“She’s the d-devil,” Techie says unhappily. “Leslee hates me. Says I’m w-weird and freaky! It’s true but… some things you don’t tell p-people to their face. I don’t doubt that if I mess up en-enough, she’ll have a trooper blast me between the eyes.”
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.
Techie thought for a moment, then a slow smile bloomed on his lips. “I have an id-idea. Will y-you come by my room in th-three days?” He seemed proud of himself but a little unsure, too.
Kylo’s brows came together, confused, but as far as he knew he would have no other obligations in three days.
“I suppose I could. Is something happening then?”
No one asked Kylo to come visit. It wasn’t something people wanted.
“Yep,” Techie chirps, eyes bright. “W-wear something extra nice, al-alright?” He gives Ren a little pat on the arm. “I h-have to get back to work. I’ll see you then?” His smile is especially vibrant.
“Sure,” he smiled. Techie sat on the edge of his bed and patted next to him. He was a little jittery at the thought of being touched, but once he reminded himself that it was Sarah, and not someone scary, who would touch him he managed to relax.
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.
Techie thought for a moment, then a slow smile bloomed on his lips. “I have an id-idea. Will y-you come by my room in th-three days?” He seemed proud of himself but a little unsure, too.
Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.
He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.
“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.
“I don’t know what it is, but my superv-visor said I have to fix it f-fast or she’ll have my head. I started like… a week ago?” He shuffles a can between his feet. “L-looks like I thought if I went without sl-sleep I’d f-finish faster.”
Techie grimaces and adds, “N-now that I think about it, didn’t I c-call you for something? I’m not sure. The m-memory’s pretty vague.”
He giggled a little when she kissed his nose and slowed their swaying at her yawn. “Are y-you tired, Sarah? We can sleep if you a-are…”
Techie reached out and wound his thin pinkie finger around Nao’s. “Deal,” he said grimly, committed to keeping this as bloodless as possible. He couldn’t stand to see anyone else brutally dispatched ever again, whether First Order or Resistance. Once he dropped his hand he got to work immediately; opening the door and peering out carefully.
“Wait f-for my signal and then follow m-me,” Techie sniffed.
He swallowed hard and stood up. “You w-won’t… You won’t h-hurt anyone *at all* if I help you?” Techie glanced at his hands and grimaced, as if imagining them drenched in warm blood. “Do you p-promise?”
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