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I Heard Kylo Ren... >> Matt The Radar Technician (Kylo Ren) X Reader

Title: I Heard Kylo Ren...

Paring: Matt The Radar Technician (Kylo Ren) X Reader

Warnings: mentions of cutesy fluff, wrenches, jerk faces, and our favourite technician of radars, Matt.

Spoilers: nope, unless you haven't seen the SNL skit, but it's been out for ages, so scoot over to the site and watch it!

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It had been an ordinary day of your job. You had woken early, as you often did, bringing a cup of fresh caf to the rooms where your superior, General Hux slept in, and escorting him to the Bridge of The Finalizer, informed him off all the messages on the Holopad since his last checking-in the night previous. You would greet his associate, and your Commander, Kylo Ren, often trying to not make eye-contact, or interfere with the Knight of Ren. But today, there was no dark-clad man with a lightsabre in sight.

"General –," you began, but your ginger-haired boss shook his head before you could continue.

"Don't worry yourself," he sighed, not looking up from his Holopad, trawling through the messages from Captain Phasma for discussions on the training regime. "Ren is on assignment."

You nodded, and had not put too much thought to it. Until near the middle of the day, near the main officer's cafeteria. It was then when you went head over kitten-heels on a wrench, falling onto your nose. Not a soul made a noise upon seeing your fall, and none went to help you. So, brushing off the bruise that was sure to come, and the dignity you had left, went to stand. But then again, there seemed to be something slippery underfoot, and you went down again.

"Can you give me my wrench?" A baritone voice intoned beside you.

Glancing up, you were met with the face of a man. In the appearances of men, you were not one to judge, as everyone looked different in their own ways, but, inside your chest, you felt a flutter. You might be known as the 'The Bootlicker of Starkiller' because of your position as secretary for General Hux, but your heart was beating so very fast at the sight of him. Just the sight of him made you forget what he had just said, and left you laying on the floor like a person without a braincell in sight.

"P-pardon?" you whisper, and moving to stand up, add, "sorry. I didn't hear –,"

He blinked. "My wrench. Can you give it, to me?" His voice was curt, solid, perhaps borderline rude. But it startled you out of the stupor of seeing his face (or possibly, the stupor of falling twice), and scrambling across the hallway, you hand the tool to the technician.

The tool which made you slip.

"Hang on," you hesitate, sitting up. "That was – I fell over because of that!" you protest.

The technician grumbles. "A Stormtrooper kicked it."

"That wasn't very nice of them." you frown, and standing up, you straighten your First Order uniform, brushing off the gunk that laying on the hallway had adhered to it. You clear your throat, and add, "Did you catch their I.D. tag? I could report them to General Hux if you want me to do something about it."

He blinked. "Do you tell everything to Hux?" He blurted.

You felt your face flush with colour, burning you inside out. "I – I don't suppose I'm allowed to disclose that, erm, –,"

He didn't even blink, and with the wrench in hand, replied in deadpan, "My name's Matt. I'm a radar technician. And you're late to your meeting, aren't you?"