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.
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.
Determination dawns in Techie’s eyes, warm and hopeful. “I w-won’t tell you what to do, but I can try to m-make your path more bearable, at least.”
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.
“N-nope. Not a thing.” A quick scan of the room shows his tools on the floor, all arranged in a circle around a little machine. “Oh, I’ve been w-working on that for days!” He slid off the bed and went to the mini workshop, then noticed all the empty cans of energy drink scattered about.
“I was… I was p-pr-pretty screwed up, wasn’t I?” He turns his sad eyes towards Ren.
Each of her cries stabbed his heart, HARD. She’s safe with Ren, he chants to himself, He’s got the Force so he can protect her. Not me. I’m just a big baby who can’t even take care of his family.
It becomes too much, and Techie chases after Ren and Adeline, shouting, “Wait! Wait! A-Addie! It’ll just be for a l-little bit! I’ll be back, I s-swear!”
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.
Techie’s eyes slowly shut and his eyebrows furrow. “I don’t… I don’t r-remember anything from l-last night,” he admits with a huff. Then he scrubs at his eyes and peers back at Ren. “Did I do a-an-anything weird?”
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BO1289 had intended to catch a fellow trooper by surprise. It was all about making sure that he was always on his guard as part of the training process. They had been given a troopers name written on a paper, told not to tell each other who it was, and to report back their findings on the soldier in question.
So imagine his surprise when he jumped out from the corner of a hallway and bellowed his loudest warcry-only for it to be in a small, defenseless man’s face.
Woops.
His ragged, heavy breathing continued on for a few moments, until he loosened his grip on his head and peered up at BO1289. “R-really? I’m n-not in- I’m not in tr-trouble?” Techie’s big blue eyes gave a quiet whirr as they focused on BO1289’s face.
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