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tushanshu_ooc2016-05-18 08:19 pm
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Down went the foot, the apple crnching underneath. Another few steps and she'd managed to get close enough to speak without shouting, one arm raising to salute.
"Sir."
Military professionalism kept her from betraying her relief. Maybe now she'd get some real answers.
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He crossed his hands behind his back as he covertly sized up the Captain's less than immaculate state of dress. There was a distinct smell to her armour, too, but he wasn't going to embarrass by commenting on it. "You seem to have run into some trouble, Captain. I assume it has been taken care of?"
He had every trust that it was taken care of, you didn't make Captain Phasma look like she had rolled around in garbage and got away with it.
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...though, the source of it wasn't exactly any better. No, I was trapped in the trash compactor and now I'm here. Also, I lowered the Starkiller shields. She pushed this to the side, speaking slowly and carefully. "Unfortunately, I wasn't presented the opportunity before finding myself elsewhere. From what I understand, this is...not uncommon."
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"From when were you taken?" he asked bluntly. "Do you know what became of Starkiller Base? I have been taken from several days after." If she didn't know, he would rather not be the one to tell her what had become of the weapon.
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Not for the first time, she curses herself for lowering her guard. Something happened, and she had played a part in it.
"It was being assaulted. The shields...had just been lowered." If need be, she'll debrief her particular involvement in that later, but...not here. Not now.
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"As you can imagine, the Resistance pilots made good use of the shields being lowered," he began, deciding to go about this as delicately as he could. Many Stormtroopers had been lost that day, and while their lives meant little to him, Phasma might feel differently. "We were able to evacuate key personnel, and escape with the Finalizer."
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So as she walked with him, that surge of guilt and frustration swelling within her did not cause a single slip in her pace. She was silent for a few moments, ensuring that it was held tightly, but such could easily be chalked off to her digesting this news.
"I see," she finally said. "Was anything salvageable?"
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There was a niggling of curiosity within him, wondering what was hidden beneath Phasma's iron control. Nobody he knew was as controlled as her, and yet he was certain even she had to be hiding something more. But he had never satisfied his curiosity, and he didn't plan to do so now. To keep your thoughts and feelings your own was a privilege, and she had certainly earned it.
Kylo Ren pulled himself back together, lips pressed into a thin line. "No," he finally said. "The weapon is lost." He didn't quite manage to sound properly crushed. "Weapons are fragile."
phone tags blech
She greived...and then moved on. Losses had been had before. There would be more. And though she had played a part in this one, more important was her part in the recovery. "Weapons are replaceable," came her counterpoint. "We will rebuild. And we will have our vengeance."
She would have vengeance for the one who had caused all this.
"I expect the Supreme Leader is already planning the next moves," Phasma continued. "What are ours, here? "
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But complaining about that wouldn't get him anywhere, and he'd already resigned himself to the inevitability of his current fate. It helped that this place offered certain opportunities.
"You'll have to speak to General Hux about his plans in detail, he has plans for the local gangs which hold the power around here. This place is currently lacking in the necessary order. I'm trying to gain information as well, but my focus is on furthering my training as well as I can here." He gave her a pointed look, adding, "I believe we can agree I'm more use as a Force user than as a diplomat."
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"You are an Enforcer, Ren. If I understand the situation, then your skills would be better suited towards encouraging that order, whether through Hux's gangs or more direct means." Such as, you know. Violence. The sort of things Phasma was also good at, though not nearly as well as a Force user. But considering such...
"What are the threats?"
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"Several of the First Order's enemies are here, and more enemies of mine... Jedi." And family. "The people from our world are solely supporters of the Resistance or its predecessor, with a few loyalists to the Old Republic. As you can see, my training takes precedence to Hux's plans."
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"How, then, could those plans assist your training?"
And if it's at all possible, can you two at least try to get along?
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Which was, actually, a sobering thought. Damn. "We no longer have the luxury of having quarters and meals provided," he said, more solemn now, "and as you might have noticed this place lacks a First Order garrison. Right now most of our plans revolve on securing the basics"
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Quarters and meals would certainly help with that. "I did notice," she dryly confirmed. "What do you require from me?"