Technical Error

Chapter Two

"Did you just...did you just refer to a cock as plumbing?" Your blush deepened. General Hux did something you found unnerved you more than anything. He chuckled. His normally straight face faltered, giving way to such an amused smirk that you did not know how to react. The redhead cleared his throat. "The schedule will be sent your way." Then, chuckling once more before resuming his stoicism, the man strode out of the refresher.

You packed away your tools back into the bag, which you then slung over your shoulder. It was quite a way to end your day, you thought. Now you had seen Kylo Ren urinating and General Hux fresh out of the shower. All that was left was to observe Captain Phasma in any sort of state of undress and you would complete your collection.

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The following day had you finding no better luck in your line of work. You grit your teeth while walking behind General Hux, who was taking you to his quarters for some repairs. You were not entirely certain what needed to be repaired, and so you had brought a number of tools after taking into consideration what could need repair. Upon arrival, the redhead typed in his code, placed his thumb on the scanner, and then moved aside so that you could enter first. You shyly skiddled past him, ducking your head and trying to keep your eyes from traveling over everything displayed. Which was not much, however what was present was organized. Everything seemed to have a proper place and that was where things remained.

"There are minor issues with my piping... Technician!" Your eyes had wandered towards the front of his pants. You swore in your mind, wondering if you were going to be killed this time. General Hux, however, stepped past you and gestured towards a machine in the corner of the room. "Do your job."

It would be much easier to work, you thought, if the man was not standing there watching you. You did what you could to ignore his scrutiny. Adjusting the piping was not a difficult task. Really, any technician could have repaired the machine, which left you wondering why you had been personally requested by the general. You were not left questioning this for long.

"You truly are the quickest when working on such things." You, having completed the task, stood and looked in the direction of the redhead. General Hux was regarding you with mild curiosity. "Tell me; have you ever repaired damages caused by Commander Ren?"

"Once, sir," you responded. You then recalled how you had worked on the training droids. "Er, twice."

"I see. There was extensive damage done to a set of consoles. I am delegating the task of repairs to you. Should you require assistance, you may pull up to two other technicians."

"Yes, sir," you said. Then, hesitating, you pressed: "Uhm, sir?"

"Yes, technician?"

"If... If you could ensure no Stormtroopers come by the area for...during the repairs, sir... It expedites things."

His eyes swept over you. "I will speak with Captain Phasma. She will likely agree to personally oversee the area during repairs. You are dismissed."

"Th-thank you, sir. Yes, sir."

"Stop dropping your gaze, technician."

"Sorry, sir. I don't mean to be disrespec—"

"Oh, it's quite flattering," he drawled. "But also unprofessional."

"S-sorry, sir. I just... I... I've only seen smaller."

"Do you make it a point to inspect—"

"No!" Your eyes had practically bulged out of your head. You cleared your throat. "N-no, sir. Uhm...uhm... I was... I was dismissed, sir?"