That day was full of a series of small tasks that all seemed to have stemmed from the same problem. One breaker in some random, rarely checked supply room had blown, causing things all over the ship to malfunction. Nothing you couldn't fix, but it was enough to make your mind numb with fatigue. By the time your shift was over, you were all but dragging yourself to the bridge. You even let your head lean against the wall in an empty lift at one point nearly falling asleep standing up. Despite your desperate need for a nap, you forced yourself to enter the bridge. Most of the workers in this area had gone home for the night cycle, only a few crucial stations still powered on and working.
You looked around the baren room for the General, but frowned when you couldn't spot his large body. You would almost think that he had forgotten his earlier command to meet him at the bridge, but you believed that the General wouldn't forget anything, especially not an order, and especially not to you. Just as you were about to turn and make a B-line for your bed for your nightly 4 hours, Commander Ren entered the bridge and strode over to you.
You greeted him but he didn't reply, instead he motioned for you to follow him and then exited out the door he had just entered. Obeying, your legs had to work overtime to keep pace with the lumbering man. Your fast walk then quickly divulged into a run and by the time you reached your destination, you were panting. Commander Ren simply looked at you, before entering in a code and pushing through the sliding door, not letting it open all the way. You followed hesitantly, eyes glancing around the room you two had entered. On one long wall, a single plate of reinforced glass exposed a breathtaking view of the back of the ship. The exhaust from the engines creating a dim blue glow, and trails of water vapor instantly boiling and cooling looked like stars.
Your legs brought you to the window, and Ren allowed you to indulge in the view while he puttered around behind you. When he called your name, you turned, his voice no longer scrambled by the Vocoder. "Sit." He ordered, and you obeyed. It nearly made your heart stop when you realized he had removed his helmet. You tried not to stare, but curiosity was killing you and you attempted to get a good look at your mysterious commander. Unfortunately the dark atmosphere made that nearly impossible as you sat on the circular pillow he had sat on the floor for you.
"General Hux has informed me that you seem to be struggling with Nightmares." You blushed at how childish it seemed coming from the man before you. He couldn't have been much older than yourself, maybe five or so years, but he still held this air of ancient responsibility. If anything he looked just as tired as you did.
"He... He told you? I didn't think something as trivial as my sleeping habits would... interest you." You tried to expel some of the anxiety you felt at his intense gaze, but it didn't work. You tacked on a hurried 'Commander' as an afterthought, and he simply almost imperceptibly shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"No, the General and I are not one to exchange common conversation. He was simply thinking about it constantly and loud enough that I was seconds from strangling him if only to make him stop." Again, you blushed, honoured that you would take up so much of the General's headspace. "When I finally had had enough, I explained to him that I would fix this problem for you, so long as he shut up about it." You nodded respectfully and he continued. "So, do not think of me doing this as a kind gesture to yourself or the General, this is simply to help myself." He growled and again you nodded, this time a bit more aggressively as you could almost feel the frustration roll off of him.
You watched him for a moment and he watched you, the silence stretching between you uncomfortably as he seemed to peer into your soul, which he was actually capable of doing if memory serves you right. You cleared your throat and his eyes darted to yours, you don't know what he had been looking at, but it certainly wasn't your eyes.
