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A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

| techiehux

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

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.

“M-maybe… maybe this is something you sh-should explore for yourself. For a long t-time I listened to others over myself and I was m-miserable!”

Techie grimaces with the thought and he lets go of Ren’s arms, red rising on his cheeks. It was not surprising that Ren would be muscular, but his arms had felt firm and comforting under Techie’s fingers.

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

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.

As if noting Ren’s presence for the first time, Techie’s eyes go wide and he grabs the covers, pulling them up over his mouth. “Wh-what! What are y-you doing here?!”

| techiehux

“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?”

Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]

| techiehux

ask-adelinehux:

techiehux:

Techie runs into Kylo Ren as he makes for his quarters with Adeline. “Oh! S-sir!”

Kylo looked at him “ your back early ”

Techie gives him an exhausted smile. “Thank the Force th-that we’re back at all,” he exclaims with a crazed, choked-back laugh. “Listen, I n-need you to take care of Adeline. She’s n-not… *safe* with m-me. Not anymore.”

| techiehux

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?”

| techiehux

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.

| techiehux

“D-don’t… Please, don’t eat that! They take inventory n-nightly. If anything is missing…” he followed up his warning with an audible gulp. Techie moved away from the door and took a little baggie out of his toolbelt compartment.

He held it out to her, still some distance away, as if she were a wild animal readying to bite his arm off. “Eat th-this. It’s my lunch.” And, true to his word, there was a non-threatening sandwich inside the little bag.