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driftfleet2016-09-11 02:00 pm
forcefullyunstable) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-11 02:00 pm
Dramatic Entry
Who: Kylo Ren and... OTA
Broadcast: entire fleet
Action: Marsiva
When: today
Video Broadcast:
The cameras were undoubtedly broadcasting this dramatic arrival to the galaxy. In addition to the open network feed aboard the Marsiva, Kylo's personal communicator got switched on - offering a Blair Witch-style view of a ratings-boosting scuffle.
He was supposed to wake up on the hospitality deck. But Force have mercy, Kylo came to while the robotic assistants were patching up the injuries he sustained on Starkiller Base. Of course, that's when the fight began. Sparks flew. Weapons were improvised. Panicked screams of "what have you done to me?" echoed in the medbay. There was so much going on that words were hard to make out, but some likely heard "I will not be captured by the Resistance!" or "Give me back my lightsaber!" That alone was enough context for some to know exactly who had just arrived in the fleet.
Eventually, though, the robots won. Kylo Ren was sedated again. His injuries were repaired as quickly as possible (they would scar), and he was left to wake up - not in a comfortable bunk, but on the floor of a locked and heavily-barricaded supply closet.
Action:
If anyone is interested in wandering by in person, the closet has a window to the hallway. Be prepared to be greeted by sights and sounds of someone throwing a temper tantrum at the metal walls with whatever janitorial supplies the robots keep in there.
As a joke, there's also a sign hanging from the knob that says 'Don't Feed the Bears.'
If you'd rather send Kylo Ren a message, his communicator is still on and broadcasting. As enraged as he is, he hasn't even noticed that it's there.
Broadcast: entire fleet
Action: Marsiva
When: today
Video Broadcast:
The cameras were undoubtedly broadcasting this dramatic arrival to the galaxy. In addition to the open network feed aboard the Marsiva, Kylo's personal communicator got switched on - offering a Blair Witch-style view of a ratings-boosting scuffle.
He was supposed to wake up on the hospitality deck. But Force have mercy, Kylo came to while the robotic assistants were patching up the injuries he sustained on Starkiller Base. Of course, that's when the fight began. Sparks flew. Weapons were improvised. Panicked screams of "what have you done to me?" echoed in the medbay. There was so much going on that words were hard to make out, but some likely heard "I will not be captured by the Resistance!" or "Give me back my lightsaber!" That alone was enough context for some to know exactly who had just arrived in the fleet.
Eventually, though, the robots won. Kylo Ren was sedated again. His injuries were repaired as quickly as possible (they would scar), and he was left to wake up - not in a comfortable bunk, but on the floor of a locked and heavily-barricaded supply closet.
Action:
If anyone is interested in wandering by in person, the closet has a window to the hallway. Be prepared to be greeted by sights and sounds of someone throwing a temper tantrum at the metal walls with whatever janitorial supplies the robots keep in there.
As a joke, there's also a sign hanging from the knob that says 'Don't Feed the Bears.'
If you'd rather send Kylo Ren a message, his communicator is still on and broadcasting. As enraged as he is, he hasn't even noticed that it's there.
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It was hard to tell whether what followed was a thoughtful pause or just exhaustion caused by hunger and dehydration.
"...Kenobi." He whispered. "He tried to get intel on the Supreme Leader... I didn't say anything, but I think... maybe... he figured out that I can't get out..."
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[He can't afford to have the truce broken just yet, not until they were in a stronger position.]
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"... Can't drink the bleach. But the window cleaner's mostly vinegar..."
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[Is Hux a little frazzled? Perhaps but he's keeping it remarkably in check as he took a deep breath. The meditation sessions must be doing some good.] You don't have long.
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Of course, he'd need to find some way to summon up his strength and make a good entrance when he got out. But at the moment, he was starting to fear they'd be dragging him out.
No food, no water, he had to find something. And really, that was the only thing that wouldn't poison him when consumed. How he knew that, though, he wasn't sure. Blame the cook augment, but in the back of his mind, he thought it would pair well with fish-flavored protein paste.
"...and that damn pilot... won't shut up..."
His communicator picked up the broadcast, and really, if he weren't exhausted, he probably would have risen to the bait.
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[He's juggling many things and while he honestly couldn't resist responding to that self righteous tirade of Poe's, the pilot is far down on his list of priorities at present.]
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Through the video feed, Hux could see the outline of a disheveled Kylo Ren. It didn't paint a positive picture of the First Order's best intimidation tactic after Starkiller Base itself. Even audio feed alone would sound weak and whiny. And he didn't trust himself to see straight enough to text. Not that he shared that part with Hux.
"But he needs to be made an example of."
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So for now, let him be. We'll make an example of him and 2187 in due time.
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"...what happened?"
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I'll explain when you're released. Once the shuffle is done I will send a message to meet on Heron.
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Right now, he didn't care where he went as long as it was out of this damn closet.