a/n: it’s the big daddy himself ben mendelson’s birthday (and countdown to andor season 2!) so i thought krennic deserved a treat. wrote this in like 90 min at 11:00 pm and didnt proof. sorry for typos and repetitive vocab 🥲
as is usual in my krennic fics, reader is the imperial senator from kuat as well as the owner of kuat drive yards, meaning she (but i think reader is actually gender neutral in this one!) has exclusive contracts to the empire with all weapons and ships. here reader uses their considerable assets, wealth, and influence to surprise krennic for his birthday.
krennic’s birthday surprise to reader is mentioned. that story can be found here.
WARNINGS: lil suggestive at the end but shockingly no smut
900 words under cut
You lounged in the high-backed black chair at the head of the long conference table aboard the Death Star. The highly polished surface reflected every light in the room. In the oppressive silence of the empty conference room, you studied the mirror-like reflections. Twelve halo-like reflections perfectly centered on the table in front of each of the twelve chairs. Even the minuscule stars visible through the floor to ceiling picture window were represented in reflection. You tried counting the tiny pinpricks of starlight too, but couldn’t concentrate. Where was he?
Despite your relaxed posture, your nerves were alight with anticipation. You slouched further, uncrossing then recrossing your legs to relieve some of your nervous tension. Your knee-high patent leather boots gleamed with a gloss to rival the table. Flexing and pointing your foot you absently noticed the distortion of the oblong white lights built into the room’s black walls across your boots. Another minute dragged by. Your patience was dwindling. It was most unlike him to be late. You didn’t think you could stand it if he missed it…
The door to the conference room abruptly opened with a distinctive hiss. Your eyes snapped to the doorway.
Krennic stood on the threshold. His ice blue eyes fell on you and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re late,” you snapped.
The smile disappeared and his brows knit together in the shadow of a frown. “My dear, had I known you were the one with whom I was to meet I would have ensured a timely arrival.”
“I didn’t realize the great Imperial Director made it a habit to be tardy,” you said irritably.
Krennic’s smile returned with a chuckle. “Only when I assume Tarkin issued a summons for me in my own Death Star. Tell me, my Senator, what have I done to incur your wrath?”
“You’re late!” you repeated.
“Only by a minute my love,” he protested.
“Seven,” you corrected heatedly. Now that he was actually here, your anger was ebbing, but you wanted to keep up the act.
“And I beg your forgiveness.” Krennic stooped to kiss your cheek, but you stood and, brushing past him, strode to the window. You nervously scanned the vastness of the canvas of space, but didn’t see anything except for a Star Destroyer floating lazily against the velvety black. Good, you thought, he won’t have missed anything.
“Now really,” Krennic pouted as he trailed behind you. “Is this any way to treat me on my birthday?”
“Is it?” you answered vaguely, not taking your eyes off the Star Destroyer. You realized Krennic’s lack of punctuality might actually serve to enhance your plan. Initially you were going to pitch your idea, but now he would be able to see…
Crossing his arms, Krennic let out an indignant noise of disbelief. “I cannot believe—“
“And I cannot believe a grown man is about to have a tantrum because I forgot his birthday.”
“After what I did for you—“
“Shh!” you cut him off.
Krennic petulantly stared out the window.
“Ah! Finally!” you breathed, a triumphant smile spreading across your face.
There was a moment of silence as he waited for you to explain. “Finally what?” he dared ask.
“Look,” you commanded, pointing to the Star Destroyer.
The triangle of a shadow was spreading over the ship. It continued to grow, slowly engulfing the entire ship.
You turned to face him, fully beaming now. Krennic craned his neck trying to see what object could possibly dwarf a Star Destroyer. “What the…” he began, then started in surprise.
The point of an absolutely massive ship appeared at the top of the window. The ship continued on its course, growing impossibly larger every moment, filling the entire frame.
Krennic’s jaw dropped. “What in the galaxy?” he asked breathlessly. “That cannot possibly be a Star Destroyer.”
“Of course not!” You couldn’t help an involuntary an eye roll as you turned to face him as he studied the ship. “It’s a Super Star Destroyer. Pet project I’ve been working on. It’s not been commissioned by the Empire yet. This is just the prototype. I call it…the Director.”
“The…” Krennic turned to you in amazement, his eyes positively glinting with glee at the implication of the moniker.
You nodded and giggled in delight. “The Director for the Director.”
Krennic had no words. He dipped you into a passionate kiss for a long moment before straightening up. He took your hand as he faced the window once again to admire his ship.
“Happy birthday love,” you said leaning your head against Krennic’s shoulder. “I could never forget.”
“Give me the specs,” he ordered like a giddy child.
You giggled again. “19,000 meters long. Thirteen engines. Two deflector shield generators.”
“How much bigger is mine than Tarkin’s?” he demanded, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the curve of your neck.
“For kriff’s sake Orson! Will you restrain yourself?” you exclaimed, half exasperated, half amused as you felt his evident arousal.
“No! It’s my birthday!” He gave you an exaggerated pout.
You laughed and brushed your lips against his cheek. “Lucky for you I find that expression irresistible.”
“Good.” He grabbed your hand and strode away from the window and out the conference room.
“Where are we going in such a hurry?” you asked, practically jogging to keep up behind his billowing white cape. “I thought you wanted more specs?”
“That can wait. First we need to go christen my ship.”
So Pangi doing a blind-dating show in IronFang led to Mendo rizzing up Dakkin and running away to GoldenCrest. Hjune is disappointed that Pangi was only queer-baiting and not really interested in him. Nvm Dakkin said it didn't work out and he's back begging Pangi to be back and now him and Pangi are having a breakup. What is even happening anymore. Mendo is crawling on all fours barking.
