The Officer {Orson Krennic X Reader}

XI. Embracement

Hey y'all! Hope you don't mind the delayed chapter. Truth be told, I got lazy and didn't get around to writing until last night. So I'm sorry if this is slightly rushed.

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You're released from the hospital after three days of soaking in the bacta tank for five hours. You still need to be weary of your brain since there's a few signs of a remaining concussion but asides from that, no one would know that you had ever been in an accident.

The Empire had made the call to scrap the Raider. Transports were sent down from the new Star Destroyer that your legion would live in and troopers and officers scavenged the Raider for everything they believed they needed. You were in the hospital when your roommates gathered up your stuff but they reassured you they got everything. Well, at least that's what they claimed. Still, you couldn't help but have the slightest dread they either looked through all your personal stuff or forgot something that was important to you.

Now that you were free of the hospital, you decided to wander around the new Star Destroyer. You don't know the name of the Destroyer yet but it made no difference. The ship was basically the the same as the last and you quickly became bored with your 'exploration.' You make way to where Krennic's office had been in the previous ship. Sure enough, it was back in the same place. Well that made finding your way around here easy.

You reach for the access button when you hear Krennic's angry voice through the door. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT TARKIN SAYS!! I NEED THE SUPPLIES NOW!!"

A new voice speaks next. "The Grand Moff says he will give you supplies when he is ready. But he has other duties to attend that are more crucial than your giant ball."

A loud slap startles you and you figure Krennic just slammed his hands onto his desk. He says something too quiet for you to hear. But as he continues speaking, his voice begins picking up decibels. "-is the next step to A GREATER GALAXY!!"

"You sure as hell aren't one to hold your tongue, Director. I'll see what I can do but I doubt it will make a difference on Tarkin's decisions at all."

"Then try harder. Don't think of crossing my path again until you have the agreement. Because if you do-" his voice grows too soft for you to hear again. You strain your ears to listen. You even went as far as pressing your ear to the door to try and hear.

Finally you hear something you can understand. The other saying "I'll do what I can, Director." You quickly step away from the door before it slides open and Coronal Rik Holst exits Krennic's office, his eyes narrowed into a frown. Wait a second... Holst usually stayed with Tarkin's legion. So what was he doing here?

You wait until Holst is far out of earshot. Then you enter the office. Krennic is still standing above his desk, his fingers drilling into the desk top. His head is down and his sides shaking in sync with his laborious breathing. You walk over and place you hands on his shoulders. Krennic's head shoots up and he looks ready to shove away whoever is in front of him. Thankfully, he recognizes you before he does so. "Good morning, Private (L/Name)," he says tiredly.

"Good morning," you respond. You start to remove your hands but he reaches up and grabs your right wrist. You didn't move. You let Krennic calm down under your touch. Slowly but surely, his body stops shaking and his contorted face filled with hatred relaxes into a cal state. Finally he releases your hand and stands to his full height.

He sighs and presses a hand to his forehead, pushing back some of the loose hairs that had fallen in his eyes. "How long were you standing outside the door?"

You pause before answering this. It could be coincidence that he guess how long you had been out there. Or maybe you weren't aware of a surveillance camera he had outside the door. Still, you're not about to lie to him. "Since you yelled something about giving a damn."

"Oh?" Krennic frowns, his eyes clearly searching for a memory. "Honestly, I don't remember when I said that... " he gives a dry laugh, no humor to be found coming from him. "I'm getting old."

Well... he is turning fifty sometime soon and though it's not as old as human can live (it's possible he could have thirty more years of life), with the war raging on, he is old. He has outlived more than ten billion people in the galaxy, and he might outlive you. It was an odd thing to think about. However you know better than to admit that. "You're not old, Director."

He gives a small smile and sets nth hands to his sides. "You're a good person, (Name)." He then pulls up a chair and sits down. You do the same on the opposing side of his desk. Krennic sighs before staring off in the distance past your shoulder. You can tell he's not looking towards because of the way his eyes refuse to blink. "Tarkin won't give me the supplies to continue working on a project of mine," he grumbles. "I talked to Coronal Holst to see if he could convince Tarkin to make a move faster but he said he couldn't do anything. Either that or he never asked the bastard." He finally closed his eyes and for a moment you see sadness cross his face. But when his icy blue eyes reappear, the sadness vanishes and is replaced with an expression filled with detest.

You don't say anything. You don't have anything to say. While your mind cranks with things you could say to help him feel better, you don't know if any of your responses sound intelligent or sympathetic enough to help him. You want to hug him.

Well... that thought came out of the blue. But it's not a bad idea.

You stand up and round Krennic's desk. He raises an eyebrow and watches you approach him. You kneel down until your eye levels meet. Krennic sits up a little straighter, still confused. Then you wrap your arms around his neck. Krennic freezes and you can fell his body go rigid. You don't care if he punches you after this. You just want him to feel happier. Tarkin put him through too much. And then the incident with his cousin—whatever her name was—was just the frosting on top of the 'cake.' You held him a little tighter, slightly surprised that he hadn't pushed you away.

Suddenly you feel his strong arms circle your body. Your chest is pressed against his so snugly it makes it hard for you to breathe. But when you feel Krennic beginning to let his emotions out, you ignore the burning in your lungs for air and continue to hold him. Your uniform will probably soaked after this but it will all be worth it.
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Fluffy chapter? Why not? :)

I forgot how much listening to anime songs/soundtrack really helps with writing. Yes, I'm complete anime trash.

I think I'm some sort of weeaboo (I don't even know if I spelled that right nor do I know what it exactly means).

Aside from that, please review and vote! And possibly drop me a comment on what you like about this/how I could improve the story or my writing.