The Officer {Orson Krennic X Reader}

XIV. Misunderstandings

The best part about Wattpad is that it allows you to have videos running while you write. So I've been listening to a loop of Sia's To Be Human while I write these chapters.

No I'm not obsessed with the song what makes you think that.

I don't own anything.
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You return to the Star Destroyer in full rage mode. The Death Troopers and the pilot Rook stay their distance away from you. A wise decision for anyone to make. Even the stormtroopers that encounter you along the way to the medical bay one better than to step in your way.

You storm up to the lady at the desk and demand to visit Krennic. The lady at the desk doesn't answer you. She's too terrified by your looks. "WHERE IS HE?!" You snap.

"R-Right where he should have been... eh-when you last came in..." the woman squeaked. You storm down the sterile halls to the room where Krennic was.

Or where he should have been. Krennic is nowhere in sight. He probably heard you coming and hid, the coward.

As you stand in the room letting your breathing slow to it normal pace, you begin to realize you are acting very childish. There had to be more to the story than Galen said. It couldn't be what your mind thought, right? You were probably just jumping to conclusions.

You began to calm down with these thoughts. This was all just some big misunderstanding. You could just clarify it with Krennic later on.

You leave the hospital and ask for the receptionist to call you if he returns. She still looks terrified from your earlier entrance so you give her a few credits. You walk back to Krennic's office and begin looking through his paperwork. Might as well help him out by signing some papers. Maybe you could even take him out to eat again tonight if you do enough...
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Krennic's P.O.V.

WHAM!!

It was by sheer luck that I had decided to move or else my ribs would be broken. I skid to a halt across the metal floors, my hands open wide as though they would slow my body. I set my teeth and throw all my strength to my fist as I aim for my target. To my dismay, my opponent grabs my wrist and rams me into the wall. My legs tremble under my weight and I use the wall to keep me up.

The world spins around my head as I stood there, panting. In my peripheral vision, I see a ball of fury approaching me. My life flashes before my eyes and I want nothing more than to punch the living daylights out of this human. The man has been on my nerves for years and he's still going.

No, I shouldn't be calling him human. He's a monster. Smart, cunning, and able to fight. I look up into the burning brown eyes. "I can't believe I even considered trusting you!" I yell. I managed to slip under the man's attempt to hit me.

He's growing tired, just like me. But I have an advantage over him. I know how to pace myself and conserve my strength. The man rushes towards me only to have me trip him and get the better of him. "Who the hell are you?" I demand.

The man doesn't respond. I give him a hard blow to the head and knock him out. Then I stick him in a closet. I'll deal with him later. For now I should probably change out of these clothes covered in both our saliva and blood.

As I walk down the hall, I feel a little nauseous. My right eye is having difficulty opening. The man's first strike happened to be right there as he jump surprised me.

I hear someone's footsteps following me. I shouldn't be this naïve but I'm tired and I don't want to deal with anymore of these traitors. I pull out my blaster and spin around. My finger pulls the trigger, though I never meant it.