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Another dramatic entry

Who: Kylo Ren and OTA
Broadcast: a bit later, Fleetwide.
Action: SS Red Fish and wherever he discovers he can go
When: After the shuffle

Some have probably been dreading this moment. Kylo Ren is free!

[Option A: Immediately after the shuffle.]

It's probably a good thing all the people he's already pissed off aren't aboard the SS Red Fish. Because thanks to his violent outbursts aboard the Marsiva, Kylo just spent the past week locked in a small supply closet with only a bottle of window cleaner to sustain him. He's starving, dehydrated, exhausted and unless someone catches him, he's hitting the floor along with the confetti...

[Option B: A bit later.]

As soon as he could stand without passing out, Kylo was determined to explore his surroundings. That included the Red Fish (which thanks to his augment, now sported a pantry with food that wasn't protein gel) and anywhere else he could conceivably go.

He'd gotten briefed on the basics. He pulled out his communicator, and turned the audio settings on. "So, who missed me?"

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"When I did what?" He asked, still a bit confused. It would click eventually - the anonymous message and his reaction to it - but the bowl on the shelf had his full attention. Because it should be as easy as reaching out his hand and pulling it toward him. Just as it should be easy to force his way into their minds to figure out just what he did this time.

Hux had a theory to test, and by Ren's own silence, it was being proven right.

He looked down, and muttered extremely quietly, "...I can't."

He didn't know why, though. Or how to fix it.

Phasma isn't going to offer any more information on his transgression towards her. He'd either figure it out or continue to draw her quiet ire.

At Hux's promptings, she knows this is their test to see whether or not Kylo Ren had his powers in tact or if Atroma had some hand in dulling them. She watches him quietly, intently, not sure if she wants him to fail or succeed.

"For the love of the Emperor," Hux muttered at Ren's admission. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a bit to think of where they were going to go from here. He had seen Barriss Offee use the Force in front of him more than once here so he wasn't sure if this was the doing of the Atroma or it something going on with Ren himself.

"Alright, this stays among the three of us. As far as the Resistance goes they should remain terrified that you're going to rip their minds apart for the time being," Hux said after a moment. "If you still can't use the Force after some time we'll re-evaluate and figure out what we're going to do from there," he said as he went give Ren the bowl of food. Starving him wasn't going to exactly help their situation anyway.

Ren snatched the bowl from Hux's hands, for good measure. But he paused for an awkward moment. He wasn't used to being quiet or introspective, really. But this wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to broadcast anywhere, not even at the top of his lungs.

"...I don't know why, all right. I just woke up like that. The second time around." It could have been something the robots did. Or this Atroma thing. Ren didn't know. "If the Supreme Leader were here..."

He'd either fix it or Kylo Ren would be executed, plain and simple. But Ren didn't say that out loud. He just scooped some of the protein paste into his hand and ate.

"Now what?" He asked them both with his mouth full.

If Supreme Leader Snoke were here Phasma would have a better focus, for one, wouldn't be so antagonistic towards Kylo. As it is, she watches as Kylo practically lunges for the bowl. Having him powerless would be a strain; with the two of them to watch and just her as muscle, it might boil down to making a choice if things get back.

"Debrief." She glances at Hux. "I'll get coffee."

She didn't need to be around for this part, and they were going to need the coffee. She excuses herself and heads out to the Heron's kitchen.

"Thank you, Phasma."

Hux waited until she was gone before looking back at Ren. "Now what? Now we have to be patient. Now you have to restrain yourself from running after Kenobi or the Resistance pilot for now," he said once she was gone.

"I have a truce with Kenobi and I agreed to hold you to it as well. So we're going to let them believe I'm keeping you on a leash for the time being instead of it being you can't use the Force," he said thoughtfully.

"But for now, there are several other things I need to catch you up on once you finish stuffing your face," Hux said as he took his datapad out of the pocket of his coat.

Obstinance, thy name is Kylo Ren.

"A bottle of kriffing window cleaner. That's all I've had for a week!" He hissed like the kind of animal that would bite the hand that fed them if it got too close. "And who said you get to hold my leash in the first place!"

He wasn't exactly thrilled with being told what to do. But he couldn't fight Kenobi. That was obvious. The pilot, though...

"I said so and you're going to have to accept that." Hux approached Ren and leaned over, putting his hands palm down on either side of Ren on the edge of the bed as he leaned in close. He wanted to make sure Ren was paying attention to what he had to say.

"And if you break that truce by attacking the pilot or the traitor or if you decide it's a good idea to try to tell your grandfather about Vader it means I'm the one who has to deal with Kenobi and the Jedi. And I don't want to have to do that again for awhile if at all possible. Do you understand?"

He really didn't want to deal with Anakin Skywalker again either, getting Force choked by him once was more than enough by his standards.

Normally, Ren wouldn't particularly care. If his actions hurt someone else and not him, it was a plus. But there was no fighting for favor here. The three of them were all that they had left.

"Fine. But if they attack me first, all bets are off." He spat. He would defend himself, truce or no truce. "Two, you have to help me reverse whatever whoever did to block me from the Force. And three..."

His pale face turned green.

"Hux, get out of the way..."

"I won't stop you if they attack you as it would be they broke the truce first. Kenobi knows how it works," Hux agreed before pulling away slightly.

"How do you expect me to do that? I'm not well versed in the ways of the Force as you've often pointed out in the past. I can't exactly go and ask the Jedi for their advice either." Perhaps he could bring up the subject to Barriss in the future but for now they had to keep quiet on this.

"Don't you dare throw up in here, Ren, or I will push you out an airlock after you clean everything up," Hux warned, nose wrinkled, moving away quickly.

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"I don't know! Who else have I got to ask?! The enemy?!" He shouted as he stumbled to Hux's door.

All he could hope was that Phasma wasn't returning with caf at that exact moment, because there was no stopping the inevitable. At least it wasn't in the room.

That is exactly there's moment Phasma returns, both hands full of three cups of coffee. She halts immediately add the door slams open, but the rest is out if her control.

"And I'm suddenly the expert on the ways of the Force?"

Hux sank down on his bed as Ren rushed out, head in his hands. He winced as he heard what was going on but he really didn't want to see it personally. All he could do was take a deep breath, rubbing a spot between his eyes which was starting to ache.

"You're still cleaning that up," he called out.

"Shut up." He spat back at Hux, and then immediately looked up to see Captain Phasma standing there with coffee cups in hand. Did he get any on her cloak? Please no...

"...Long live the First Order? He squeaked out.

There are no words for the ugliness of the sneer that grows on her face, for a moment just staring down at Kylo because her patience was already being tested. She brushes past Kylo Ren workout a word to set the coffee down so she could step back and assess the damage.

The cloak, miraculously, was saved from damage, but the rest of the uniform did not fare as well. She unclasps the cloak and lays it carefully on Hux's bed, then starts to remove her armor. She looks to Hux.

"Laundry?" She's not entrusting Kylo with this.

Hux didn't look up even as Phasma laid her cloak on his bed. He gave her directions so she could get cleaned up before looking up after she left to get cleaned up.

He felt pressure radiating around his eyes, this was turning into a worse mess than he had expected.

"Get yourself cleaned up, clean that...mess up and go take a shower before you come back in here," he said firmly. If he was going to start sorting things out it was going to start with Ren not being as much of a disaster.

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Kylo Ren groaned, balancing on the doorframe as he stood back up.

"Where do I even...?" This wasn't his ship, and he got carried in here to boot. Hell, he hadn't even seen his own quarters on his own ship yet, just the inside if a medbay that, thankfully, didn't have a single robot in it.

But he did, at least, finally say, "...Sorry..."

"This ship isn't that much bigger than your shuttle so I'm sure you'll manage to find it," Hux said as he looked up finally.

What threw him though was the apology. Five years of dealing with Ren destroying various things on Finalizer and he had never heard Ren utter that word to him. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to say to that as he looked at Ren.

"Get yourself cleaned up and I can finish updating you on our situation," he finally said though his tone was calm and even this time.

No, it wasn't overly difficult to find what passed for a refresher on board. But Kylo Ren was still weak, and he'd just thrown up the first food he'd had since he got here. Barely able to stay on his feet, he did the most logical thing he could think of. He turned on the water and slumped down against the wall, fully clothed.

Everything would just get clean at the same time. Good enough. All he had to do was not fall asleep.

It's a while before Phasma returns, but it's back in her usual splendor. She picks up her cloak and slings it back over her shoulders, looking around for Kylo.

"Where has he? If he's on this ship, he shouldn't be alone." As much as she's wouldn't mind leaving him to fend for himself after what happened.

While Ren found his way to the refresher Hux took the chance to fold his coat carefully, the flower set on his shelf on some books before laying back on his bed with his datapad in hand.

"I sent him to take a shower. He should be back by now," Hux frowned as she entered. "I wasn't exactly going to hold his hand with that but perhaps you should check to make sure he hasn't drowned."

He did pass out for a while, but after the hot water completely ran out, jets of ice cold water shocked him awake. When she reached the refresher, Phasma would find him shuffling to his feet, soaked to the bone, and trying to shut the water off.

At least there was no more vomit. Not on his skin, his hair or his clothes.

She nods, then turns and heads out to find him. By now she's got a general idea of the layout of the ship and it's not long before she's standing there looking at his sorry, soaked self as he struggles with the water. Apparently, force users are nothing if they don't have that power.

She reaches over and turns the water off, then grabs the back of his collar and hold him still as she hisses, finally reaching the end of her patience.

"You might as well hand yourself over for how you've been acting." She won't let go of his shirt, setting a quick pace that's almost entirely designed to trip him up. It's not until they get to Hux's room that she drops him like the wet rag he currently is.

He couldn't believe what a mess they had on their hands but he only hoped that Ren could pull his act together. The last thing Hux wanted was to have to drag Ren around here.

When Phasma returned with a soaking wet Kylo Ren he wished he could have been surprised. "Drop him...somewhere and I'll take it from here," he said as he pushed himself off the bed, looking down at Ren before looking at Phasma. "You can go, I'll handle Ren from here. I doubt we'll get much through to him for the time being," he said, it didn't take much to tell that she was close to the end of her patience.

At least, when you're at the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up, right? What Kylo Ren needed more than anything else was time to recover from everything he'd just been put through. Once he had his strength back - and especially his Force sense back - he'd be back to his old still-not-so-pleasant self.

"I'm sorry... All right? I'm sorry!" He muttered into the floor. Who it was directed to was debatable. Perhaps it was the situation as a whole. "...Whatever I did... I'm sorry..."

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