He was trashing the ship again. The two guards started as the sparks flew and reflected off the slick opaque blackness of their visors.
She was the first to react. She reached out to her partner halting his progress
" there's no way in hell I'm cleaning that up." She hissed, her voice crackling through the radio comms imbedded in their helmets.
He quietly grunted in agreement his shoulders tensing. "Let's just circle around and clear the hallway until he's done."
Slowly they backed away and retreated briskly once they were around the corner. Neither slowed their pace until the horrific gut wrenching gnashing of light saber beam on technical equipment faded from their audio receivers. The taller trooper suited in snowy plasticine armor skidded to a stop to catch his breath in a sigh of relief. His shorter companion sidled to a stop beside him.
"Should we wait awhile?" She offered.
"I think we'll be good. By the time we come back, his highness should be gone." He quipped. She could hear the laugh hidden in the edge of his voice even as it was masked by nervousness.
"You shouldn't call him that J," she countered teasingly. "You know they'll just schedule you for re-education." He grimaced mockingly at her response before he realized he was still wearing his helmet. They were still wearing their helmets. Any expression he made was a mystery to her.
Sometimes JM-5879 was glad of that. He remembered the first time he had seen his partner without the comfortable anonymity of her uniform. A flicker of heat rose over his cheeks at the memory of it. He was- very glad for the helmets.
Underneath, UI-4003 was—beautiful wasn't the right word. In actuality her features themselves and their overall combination were, by all accounts, considered universally plain. Her nose crooked a little at the end and her eyes were just a tad too far apart. She didn't have the pink of youth to soften her either. Still he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. Maybe it was her coloring? His eyes crinkled in the corners as he pictured her as she was under all the plasticine and black visors. Her hair falling in a bleach bone fluff of pearly white just below the ear. Her skin dewing in soft opal pastels around crisp crystalline blue eyes. When he had first seen her, he thought at first that she must have been carved from ice and if he touched her, he would melt her away. She wasn't beautiful. She was striking.
He coughed composing himself. " I don't really give a damn if they schedule me." He muttered. He shrugged at his partner and continued down the hall. " its relaxing."
She scampered to match his pace. "You think re-education is relaxing?" She scoffed.
" Well sure," he said, the amusement more evident this time. "Eventually you pass out and then its just a nice nap. It's not like we get a lot of those!" He dodged the playful punches that were his reward for his comedic effort.
Her voice turned serious. "I hate it when he does that." He grimaced again, calculating the potential damage a light saber could do to an interrogation chair.
"Me too." JM-5879 meant it. The damage the ship took from the caustic Knight of Ren was sometimes more than they took from their real enemy, the Resistance. Secretly JM resented the mysterious and unstable wielder of the Dark Force. All it took was a wave of the hand and Kylo Ren could control or destroy anything he wanted. No matter who had to clean up after.
He tried to push that thought out of his head. Thoughts like that had a price...and he wasn't sure yet if he was willing to pay it.