The Officer {Orson Krennic X Reader}

V. Down to Rikon

BOLD CAPS LOCKED LETTER TIME!! I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I WILL BE ENTERING THIS STORY INTO THE 2017 WATTYS!! WHICH IS WHY YOU HAVE A CHAPTER NOW INSTEAD OF NEXT WEEK. Not that half of you care anyway. I'm just very happy with how this story is turning out.

Okayyyy I will stop talking and let's get on to the story.

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As the Director sleeps, you find ways to keep yourself from growing bored . You use his datapad to complete forms and papers you probably should have finished yesterday. You even hacked into the computer mainframe and did your computer lab work right from his office. To be fair, the silent room was quite relaxing and made focusing easier. Normally, you were in a giant room where people were tapping on electronics and the sound of fingernails clipping the screens annoyed you. The only thing you wish you had was another hand to work faster. However one hand was occupied right now.

Every time Krennic moves, you worry he was going to wake and find you sitting there, then have some sort of loud reaction and possibly kick you out of his office. You could only hope he would wake slow enough to give you time to shut off his datapad and swing yourself across his desk so you were sitting in your chair rather than on his desk. That way, when he fully woke, he didn't suspect that you were holding his hand. You doubted he even knew you were holding his hand.

Not that you cared he held your hand. It wasn't like his hand was an unkind one. While he was asleep, Krennic's hand felt innocent, not that of a worker or killer. It was too bad that he has his gloves on. You kind of wish you could feel what kind of calloused skin covered his metacarpals.

An hour passes before Krennic begins to stir. You quickly shut off his datapad and set it down. At the same time, you try to slip your hand away so you can carry out your plan of pretending you were never next to him. Instead he grips your hand tighter and you can't pull it out. Sweat begins to form in your brow as Krennic slowly opens his eyes. You're silently pleading he will release you and you can get away without him noticing. Though that idea is far fetched by now. You feel your heart stop beating when he lifts his head and his eyes stare down at your hand in his. He follows your arm up to your face. You lock eyes with him and watch as it takes a moment for his brain to process and register what the situation is.

Suddenly shock seizes him and he jerks his hand away, nearly pushing you off his desk. "WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOU DOING!??" He screams.

You do a mad scramble off his desk and take a few steps backwards, putting some two meters or so between you and him. "I'm sorry, sir! I was merely trying to help you!"

His face twists into a scowl. "The hell are you talking about? Holding my hand?! That's really going to help with the work that needs to be done."

You feel anger bubbling in your chest. Can't he cut the sarcastic remarks for once? "You fell asleep and it looked like you were in pain from a dream," you explain. "And since I couldn't wake you-" even though you never tried "I discovered holding your hand-"

Krennic looks like he's going to murder someone and it makes you nervous. He cuts you off by overlapping your words with his. "I don't need excuses  Get the Kriff out of my office now," he says in a low warning tone.

But your stubborn side won't let him boss you around that easily. "Sir, I was only doing what I coul-"

"THERE IS NO FORGIVING THIS TIME!" He slams his hands to his desk and rises to his full height. He suddenly looks like he could stamp on you like you're a little fly. "Get out of the office now." He thrusts his finger towards the door. "Don't even THINK of coming back! I don't want to see you again!"

He means business and you can tell that this argument was over and you have lost. You nod and scurry out. If this was how Krennic handled his embarrassment, he needed some serious help. All you were trying to do is help him and this was your thank you? Couldn't he just understand that you were trying to do the right thing? It's not like you could invade his dreams and see what upset him so much. Of course, there could be the possibility he was dreaming about you and you did something to him that made him scared of you. Maybe he was just afraid you'd do something to him. Like what? You're no murdered and king him is one of the last things you'd do. Okay, so maybe somewhere in the middle of the list of things you'd do. Still, you had no real intention to injure him

You don't have anything to do at the moment so you wander around the ship in a fog. Your anger at him subsides and you start to feel somewhat sick in your stomach. You shake your head tiredly and throw away any hopes you had as the apprentice of the Director of the Advanced Weapons Research Division.

Perhaps Tarkin knew this apprenticeship would fail. If so, why did he even suggest it? Was there a deeper meaning to this all? Was there a step beyond your understanding? Maybe Tarkin was trying to psychologically hurt you by making you raise your hopes too high? Your head begins to spin from too many questions.

For the rest of the day, you avoid Krennic at all costs, just like he asked. You help out the Empire by picking up small chores here and there. As the day begins to come to a close, you find yourself dragging your feet a little. You can't wait to get to go to bed and sleep this day off. You finish up the rest of your tasks and then start heading back to your room.

That's when you run into one of your other roommates, Merrit Westan. "Yo, (Name)!" Merrit calls, stopping you in your tracks. She runs over as she talks. "The Raider needs some maintenance tomorrow so they're landing her on the planet of Rikon. The Admiral says to take the docking time as a way to dispose and gather anything you might need tomorrow. Isn't it exciting? I haven't been off this thing since we graduated from the academy!"

"Yeah. That's great," you say as enthusiastically as you can. You don't really care. It's not like you have anything to dispose or gather anyway. Though maybe buying some of your favorite toothpaste might be nice. "What time?"

"Tomorrow morning. I don't know the exact time, though. Sorry!" Merrit was too happy for your mood.

You shrug. "I'll find out later. But right now I need some sleep. I'll see you later, Merrit."

Merrit nods. "Bye, (Name)!" She calls after you.

You retire to your quarters. You're the first one out of all your bunk mates so you prep yourself for sleep and then crawl into your bed. You still feel heavy from your rejection for an apprenticeship with Director Krennic. He may have not been the most emotionally collected or ideal master (or leader, or boss) but he wasn't too bad overall.

When you wake, you find that the Raider has landed and you the last one awake out of all your bunk mates. You rise your heavy body and start your day. You think about dropping by Director Krennic's office to see if he's there but then change your mind. Somewhat disappointedly, you stepped off the Raider and went to go buy that toothpaste.
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Sad chapter? If you want to think of it that way. But don't worry! The next one will be great!

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I hope.

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