The Officer {Orson Krennic X Reader}

III. More Than Acquaintances

I was going to update this book tomorrow (I've decided to update it every Monday because of how long it takes for me to get inspiration and actually write the chapter) but I'm leaving for a camp early in the morning. So might as well update it today. 

I'm going to start using self-descriptive terms for the reader. So the new term for this chapter is:
(e/c) = eye color

I'll also put any new terms that I use before the chapter for the readers who haven't read an Insert Yourself book. Because why not? (Also it helps me remember).

I don't own anything.
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It might as well have been a tour of the Star Destroyer by Krennic, which bore the name "Raider." The Raider wasn't a very large ship. In fact, it was meters short of the standard Star Destroyer size. Yet it seems as though Krennic had enough space to stuff all his work onboard the ship. He travels around to nearly every room, checking on at least one project. You never realized how influential Krennic was to the Empire's weaponry, base set-up and design, and testing resources to replace slower or less efficient resources. What was even more impressive was Krennic's memory. Somehow he remembered what was going on for every one of the projects without a datapad or some notes at hand.

For the rest of the morning, you trail along with Krennic and listen to him talk. When he discusses what to do with the projects, he talks fast and his sentences sometimes sound like one word. But when he wasn't, Krennic spoke at an understandable pace and you were glad because you doubt you could understand his fast talking.

12:30 hit and you were hungry. You don't mention it to Krennic, though. Silence seems to be the best tactic for this first day. However, your stomach doesn't agree with your brain's opinions and rumbles loudly while you wait for Krennic to finish talking about some sort of speed blaster to an officer.

Krennic finishes speaking to the officer before leaving the room. As soon as the two of you are in the hall, your stomach complains for something to fill it, catching Krennic's attention. Oh boy. Krennic turns to you and stares at you with his sharp and cold blue eyes. "Something wrong, (L/Name)?"

"No sir," you respond.

Krennic nods and averts his eyes forwards again. "Are you hungry?"

"A little, sir."

"We might as well eat something."

"Only if it doesn't affect your work schedule, sir."

Krennic huffs a little. "You are a strange one, (Miss/Mr.) (L/Name). Why do you think I would ask?" He sounds annoyed and you don't respond to his question.

Nevertheless, Krennic brings you to a large dining hall. The hall is filled with long bench tables running the length of the room. Stormtroopers and lower class officers sit at the bench tables and eat with hardly any elbow room to themselves. The higher officers get to sit at the round tables up against the wall. You have seen Krennic at the isolated round tables before and you wonder if you are qualified to sit there as Krennic's apprentice, though you are only a Private. Or he might just force you to sit at the long benches like you have always done.

You and Krennic line up in the self-serve counter of food. You are in the front so you grab two trays and hand one to Krennic. He takes it and you almost see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Unfortunately he's not ready to warm up that much to you so the near-smile and the defrosted gaze is all you'll have to settle for as your thanks.

Once you have built your meal, Krennic nods for you to follow him. He finds one of the isolated corner tables for the higher officers and motions for you to join him. You sit down while he takes the other side. "From the longing gaze I saw you giving these tables, I'm assuming you've already figured out why you are sitting here," he says. Were you that readable or was he external observant?

"No, I don't know. Enlighten me," you say.

Krennic huffs. "You're a good mathematician but you're a terrible liar."

"Well I wasn't exactly trying that hard," you says in a slight joking voice. It was half true. You hadn't been trying to lie, it just sort of came out.

"Yes, and my name is not Orson Krennic," he says in a slightly bored tone. "If you want this apprenticeship to work out, lying is not the way to build trust." He takes a bite of his food and lets you process his words for a moment while he chews.

His eyes are drilling into your soul again and you wonder why he likes to stare so intensely at you. "Director? Maybe I ask why you stare at me like that?"

Krennic frowns. "What do you mean, (L/Name)?"

"I dunno... you just look at me weird." 'Like you're trying to murder my soul with your eyes.'

"Then shall I avoid looking at you at all times?"

You sigh. Krennic likes to play the sass card, doesn't he? You stare back at him, your (e/c) eyes meeting his icy blue ones. Only they no longer imitate the look of steel. Is he... laughing through his eyes? They're room and the blue seems almost more vibrant than you've ever seen them. "Well?" Krennic says, lowering his voice quite a bit. "Are you going to answer?"

You realize you have been leaning across the table and so has he. There's still a good forty or fifty centimeters between you and him but it still feels odd. You lean back and say "Enjoy the view of me then." He smirks and you realize it's the first time you've seen him smile. "Just don't go using it as an excuse to stare at me constantly."

He sighs and his smirk disappears. "Only a pervert would do such a thing. And I have no intentions. Besides, you're about a third my age, I believe. It would be disrespectful of me to do such a thing some may consider... repulsive."

"Aren't you one for big words?" You say. Maybe you can sass him back. He already seems comfortable with you being around him and you want to tighten this bond. "I agree, I would rather you avoid doing any repulsive acts. We wouldn't want your reputation ruined as well as some of the younger officer's eyes."

"Are you sure the category of younger officers doesn't apply to you as well?"

You laugh. It seems like he's got you cornered. You wonder what he thinks of you. Have you proved to him that you're worth every be of your apprenticeship? You doubt you're ever going to get an answer from him.

You and Krennic finish your meals quietly. Krennic seems to be thinking heavily as the two of you eat. The moment you are done, he stands up. "We still have work to do, Private. Let's go before the day is out. I'm sure you'll want dinner as well."

"I'm sure you'll want dinner, too," you say. "I can't be the only one eating on this table."

Something sweeps across Krennic's face and his stone expression returns. Uh oh, did you say something? He nods to you and tosses his dishes into the large bin the cleaning droids would collect later. "Let's go," he says coldly.

You follow behind, your thoughts replaying the conversation. Krennic is like an on/off switch sometimes and it's hard to know which switches not to flip. What did you say that got him so upset? Had you reminded him of something from his past? With heavy footsteps, you walk next to him, your hopes for a perfect start to an apprenticeship ruined.
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Uh oh. Something's up and do I know what it is? Nope. I just wanted to throw in some conflict.

Sorry for mainly going on about Krennic's eyes. I love the color of his eyes so of course thy came through in my writing (heh heh... ... oh boy, someone help me...)

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