techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

“The… records?” Techie presses his lips into a thin line while his sluggish mind thinks. There was a very real possibility that they’d made a mistake; Techie’s twin brother, Armitage, was often mistaken for him. ‘Wh-what name did the records have?”

techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

Techie’s mouth opens, then closes. Nothing but a gust of air comes out. 

After a moment, he gets the presence of mind to respond, “R-Resistance?” Did this woman make a mistake? He doesn’t know anything about a ‘Resistance’; Techie’s a drug addict with very little else he does day-to-day.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

Techie didn’t have time to react: he’d already been high when Phasma stuck another, unknown substance into his arm. Immediately, the world went black as Techie toppled over with a groan. 

Phasma’s plan was a mystery to him, and would remain as such until he awoke and she could explain.

Phasma took Techie in her arms and placed him in the Toxichem van, which she drove to the headquarters.

“Sir, we brought in one of the targets,” she said, holding up Techie’s limp body.

“Excellent,” the supervisor said, looking over with satisfaction. “Take him to an interrogation room.” Phasma nodded and took Techie to an interrogation cell, and sat him down on the bed to make him comfortable. All the while, she waited for him to wake up so she could explain her plab.

He awoke with a dull ache in his arm and a pounding headache, sitting up and shedding the thin blanket so it pooled in his lap. His eyes opened slowly and took a moment to adjust to the lighting. When he saw Phasma and realized he had no fucking clue where he was, Techie shrieked and scrambled to the far edge of the bed, desperate to put distance between him and this woman.

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

“We need to start that soon, th-then…” Techie agrees, and wraps an arm around Phasma’s waist. “I’ll do anything for you.”

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

He pressed his face over her heart and sobbed, shoulders shaking. Techie knew he wouldn’t make it. He had no combat skills to speak of, and would sooner drop his blaster on his own foot than shoot it! 

“I need to learn to f-fight, at least,” he sniffles, pulling away from her embrace.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother. 

“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.

“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual. 

“I certainly hope so,” she said, whispering a prayer that Hux would listen to Techie’s pleas rather than ignoring them. As much as she admired Armitage, she knew that he could be brutal and cunning, focusing more on his music or the First Order than the welfare of others.

Techie (fearfully, trembling) went to speak with his brother. The door slid open and he met Hux at his desk, taking a deep breath.

An hour passed.

Techie had told Phasma that he’d message her within an hour to let her know what he’d discussed with him, but…

There was nothing but silence.

Phasma waited with baited breath, before setting down her datapad and picking up her comm.

“Techie? Techie, is everything alright? Should I go in there?”

At that very moment, he burst in through the door of their room and grasped her shoulders, eyes wide. “Hux has agreed to let you take l-leave, but there’s a catch…”

Techie swallows hard and looks down. “I have to go off-ship for a few months on an assignment. So… I won’t see our baby’s birth.” He looks devastated, eyes even more red than usual around the rim and bottom lip split from his nervous biting.

She was elated to hear the news, but somehow sad about the other option. “Darling, what if you,” she swallowed hard, “die?”

Obviously, Techie didn’t want to die. But the alternative was much worse. “I’d rather die than have you or our b-baby hurt,” he whispers, cupping Lenina’s cheek in his calloused hand. There’s a glassy look to his eyes that signaled he was close to tears.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother. 

“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.

“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual. 

“I certainly hope so,” she said, whispering a prayer that Hux would listen to Techie’s pleas rather than ignoring them. As much as she admired Armitage, she knew that he could be brutal and cunning, focusing more on his music or the First Order than the welfare of others.

Techie (fearfully, trembling) went to speak with his brother. The door slid open and he met Hux at his desk, taking a deep breath.

An hour passed.

Techie had told Phasma that he’d message her within an hour to let her know what he’d discussed with him, but…

There was nothing but silence.

Phasma waited with baited breath, before setting down her datapad and picking up her comm.

“Techie? Techie, is everything alright? Should I go in there?”

At that very moment, he burst in through the door of their room and grasped her shoulders, eyes wide. “Hux has agreed to let you take l-leave, but there’s a catch…”

Techie swallows hard and looks down. “I have to go off-ship for a few months on an assignment. So… I won’t see our baby’s birth.” He looks devastated, eyes even more red than usual around the rim and bottom lip split from his nervous biting.