mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

techiehux:

Once he gave the all-clear and gestured for Nao to follow along, he took off his Technician’s vest and gave it to her. “If anybody asks, y-your uniform got soaked and you’re borrowing p-part of mine,” he whispers nervously as they walk down the corridor, steps echoing.

She took the vest and slipped it on before frowning deeply and folding her arms. She looked ridiculous in the vest that she was swimming in, it was far too big and made her feel shorter than she already was.

“Fine.” She replies through gritted teeth, hiding her self consciousness through a mask of irritation.

Just a little longer and they’d reach his quarters. Techie was sweating like he’d never sweat before, jittery and alert for any danger. Even being General Hux’s brother wouldn’t save him from getting pushed out an airlock if they got caught.

“Stay cl-close, Nao, please. We’re almost th-there.”

Once he gave the all-clear and gestured for Nao to follow along, he took off his Technician’s vest and gave it to her. “If anybody asks, y-your uniform got soaked and you’re borrowing p-part of mine,” he whispers nervously as they walk down the corridor, steps echoing.

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?”

“Wuh- what do you want me t-to do?” Techie sniffed, wiping at his eyes. He watched Nao warily, not wanting to turn her in (and doom her, basically) but knowing if she tried anything all he had to do was call for the troopers on patrol somewhere outside.

Techie paled instantly and began to sob. “Pl-please, don’t h-hurt me!” he wailed and dropped to his knees. “I just want t-to wake up again tomorrow,” Techie cried and fixed his red-rimmed eyes on Nao’s.

“I’m Bill,” he said, pointing to the little tag on his technician’s uniform. “B-but nost people call me Techie. So… Techie is g-good too.” He watches her eat for a long, silent moment.

“Why a-are you here, Nao?”

Nervous sweat trails down his nose. “I. I should p-probably turn you in…” Surprisingly, he looks a little sorrowful. Or constipated. Either or.

Techie visibly deflates. “B-but I won’t.” He adds carefully, “Who… Who are y-you?”

He paled and raised the sandwich to his mouth, taking a slow bite and then spreading his arms out placatingly. “I w-won’t die,” he promised, but shook as if he was scared he would. “I might die thanks t-to you, b-but not from the sandwich.”

Once again, Techie holds it out to her.