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You were no stormtrooper or officer; you were a mechanic, navigating the labyrinth of pipes and wires that kept Starkiller Base operational. Shy and reserved, you often kept to yourself, finding solace in the hum of the machinery you tended to. Your soft-spoken nature contrasted sharply with the militaristic atmosphere that permeated the base.
It was an ordinary day when your fate collided with that of the enigmatic Kylo Ren. As you hurried down a dimly lit hallway, your toolkit in hand, your inherent clumsiness took center stage. Unbeknownst to you, Kylo Ren, the masked and cloaked figure, was approaching from the opposite direction.
In a moment of unfortunate timing, you stumbled over your own feet and collided with Kylo Ren in a clumsy dance of fumbled tools and startled gasps. Starkiller Base's chilling silence was momentarily shattered by the metallic symphony of dropped spanners and clattering devices.
Kylo Ren, unaccustomed to such interruptions, stared down at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. You recognized him as the dark figure who commanded the First Order. You stammered out an apology, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but Kylo Ren remained stoic, his dark eyes fixed on you.
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