The officers leave him alone for a few minutes, sitting shivering, until he thinks distantly, “I need to go see Addie.” Then, more desperately, “She took Adeline!”
As if possessed, Techie walks over to the abandoned console and hacks into it, finding and saving the estimated location of MaMa’s hideout.
He has to save her. He must.
The woman has been officially identified as Madeline Madrigal. Cause of death was multiple blaster shots to the thighs. It would seem that she dragged herself out of his room after he passed out and died while attempting an escape.
In related news, Technical will be released from medbay soon after he receives surgery. He’ll be receiving new, better bionics.
I am pleased that he is doing well, and that his attacker is no more.
Hux.
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Techie was having a hard time keeping himself from yawning too, and his eyelid kept drooping. “Mm, Sarah, if y-you’re tired then maybe you could s-sleep here with me,” he says, drowsy, and scoots a little over to give her more space on the already spacious cot.
“You m-make me feel safer,” he smiles.
Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
“I’m in y-your debt,” Techie whispers solemnly, “So whatever keeps you well, I’ll do. You won’t be rotting. Not on my w-watch.”
He dabs a cut near Ren’s mouth and his fingers ghost over Ren’s bottom lip. The little hairs on his arm prickle but he says nothing about this and attempts to ignore the electricity in his body.
“W-would you want to go away? To somewhere else?” This part he asks with much trepidation, eyes darting around the room as if looking for a spy or camera. When he finds none, he locks his gaze with Ren and gives him a worshipful look.
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.
Ren’s soothing calm flows into Techie and it feels like a breath of fresh air for a drowning man. He gasps aloud and his eyes shut by themselves. If it wasn’t for Ren’s hold, Techie’s legs would have given out. This was more peace than he’d felt EVER.
“Hux is my brother, sir,” he practically purrs, stutter noticibly absent. “I was going to get my eyes checked at the medbay when you stopped me.”
Techie adds dreamily, “Whatever you’ve done to me, please don’t stop. I feel *incredible*!”
Next stop: vacation! Well, they were going to be on a ship for who knows how long before their vacation could officially start, but Techie was trying to be positive.
A ton of hours and three awkward silences later, they arrived on the pleasant beach planet and settled into the resort. He headed straight for the playground for Adeline’s sake, letting her go off to play with a “Stay c-cl-close, Addie!”
She smiled playing in the sand
Techie sat himself down on a hard bench and watched her play, feeling relaxed and hopeful. This is good. This is so, so *nice*. For once he feels like nothing will go wrong.
She saw swingjng at the far end when a women came out of nowhere with a white rag. The women placed it over her nose and mouth. She was passed out suddly she woke up in a strange cage
It seemed to be happening in slow motion. Adeline, snatched up; Techie flying out of his seat and giving chase to the woman. When she turned around it was MaMa, and he turned paper-pale before stopping in his tracks.
His legs wouldn’t move any further. He screamed and screamed for help until a crowd formed all around him.
The next thing he knows, he’s in the police headquarters, sitting in a soft chair wearing a shock blanket. The cops speak softly to him but nothing matters anymore.
Adeline is gone.
He was more than a little surprised that someone beckoned him over. Nobody ever really talks to him if they can help it. A tiny bit of hope springs up in his chest. Maybe this won’t be so bad?
He shuffles over to the young woman and points at the spot beside her. “Um. C-can I sit h-here?” As he says this to her one of his bags slip out of his grip and lands on his foot. Techie bites the inside of his cheek and tries to smile at her.
Great. First social interaction of the trip and he’s already screwing up!
“Absolutely”, she replied, returning his obviously forced smile. Amile didn’t pity him, but she understood how he felt in that moment.
“How did you end up here”, she questioned, taking in the rest of the crew. He would be perceived as the ‘weak link’, but she was determined to know him before making judgements. She understood what that felt like too.
Relieved that she didn’t seem to mind his obvious discomfort, Techie sat down next to her after placing his things carefully between them. “Assigned h-here, l-like everyone else I g-guess,” he said. “I’m good w-with tech stuff so that’s probably wh-what I’m here f-for,” he explains and ducks his head a little, unwilling to meet her eyes.
Maybe if she doesn’t look at my face too closely she won’t notice the resemblance, Techie thinks. Spending this trip as “the other Hux” would majorly suck.
It suddenly occurs to him that he should introduce himself. “I go b-by Techie.” He holds out his hand for her to shake. At the same time, he pleads silently to himself, “Please please please don’t ask for my last name!”
His jaw dropped. Pulse raced. The heart monitor sped up so the only noises in the room were Sarah’s sniffles and his heartbeat. Techie’s eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a gust of air instead of words. Sarah is the love letter writer?
“You d-don’t have to c-cry,” he says pathetically, at a loss for what to do. “That’s so- Oh geez-” He turned beet red. “R-romantic! That’s s-so fucking c-cute! Sarah! Ahh,” he squeaked and pulled the covers over his head as best as he could with the restraints on.
“I’m n-not ready for a relationship r-right now,” he confesses, voice muffled under the blanket. “There’s still a l-lot of shit I have to work th-through. B-but I want you to kn-know that I think I l-like you too?”
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