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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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"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.

Edited 2016-09-17 20:31 (UTC)

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..."

Phasma is not impressed. She looks too Hux before she leaves.

"Once he is recovered, we begin hand to hand combat training." It is obvious both of them need it.

She turns and exits without another word.

Hux only gave her a nod, waiting until she left to turn to Ren.

"I'm sure being unable to use the Force is disorienting but we're not going to get anywhere with you wallowing on the floor like that." He made no move to help Ren as he wouldn't learn anything from it. Weakness shouldn't be coddled.

"You'll sleep here for now then. Undress and get in my bed," he instructed as he crossed his arms.

He wanted to argue, or at least insist that Hux had no idea, but he couldn't muster more than a pout. But like a petulant child that realized whining wouldn't get him what he wants, Kylo acquiesced. (He was the kind of person that did well on a leash, actually. Just ask the Supreme Leader.)

It took a while to get out of his wet robes, but eventually he managed it. No sooner had he laid down on one side of Hux's bed, not even under the covers, he was out cold.

And the next morning, hopefully, he would remember take it easy on whatever food Hux had on hand.

Hux was grateful that Ren spared him further whining, kicking Ren's robes to the side with his boot. He would have to tolerate the mess for the moment and have Ren deal with it for the time being.

For now, there was nothing he could really do. He looked down at Ren, waiting to make sure he was asleep before pulling his boots off and sitting on the opposite side of the bed, stretching out to get comfortable. They could tackle other matters later when Ren was awake so for the moment he decided to entertain himself with a hologame he had on his datapad, enjoying the quiet.

His body was desperately clinging to what energy it had left, so it was no wonder that he slept beyond the standard sleep cycle. Eventually, Hux would be greeted by the shuffling of sheets and a muffled groan.

He had a vague recollection of what happened the day before. He remembered about the truce, the shower and throwing up a bowl of protein paste outside Hux's door. How he got on board Hux's ship was a bit of a mystery, though.

"Got any water?" He croaked out groggily, not exactly wanting to repeat any of the embarrassing displays of weakness from the day before. "Anything... light?"

"Only if you promise not to throw it up," Hux warned as he stood, setting the datapad down on the bed. He had grabbed the cup of water he had gotten for Ren which had been on the shelf and one of the pieces of fruit he had gotten from the planet before returning to the bed. He handed them over before sitting on the opposite end of the bed once more.

"We still have things to go over, when you're fully awake."

He nodded, sitting up slowly. He was still a mess and still naked, but eating (consciously and slowly so he wouldn't make himself sick) took precedence over modesty this time. If Hux got a good look, he could see the facial scar extended down into his shoulder among other scattered lightsaber burns.

He took the water and fruit, mumbling, "...thanks."

He tested the water in small sips, and the fruit only in little bites. That seemed to help.

"A full briefing of where the kriff we are would be nice. And what other enemies you've made truces with."

Hux only glanced at the scars, they weren't as bad as he had thought they would be after seeing Ren in the snow on Starkiller.

"Well, when you have a lightsaber in your face held by a powerful Old Republic Jedi and have no allies there aren't exactly many options," Hux pointed out in a flat tone of voice. "We do what's necessary whether it's making truces or signing a concordance."

He watched Ren eat to make sure he wouldn't have to shove Ren out the door again. "Once I'm sure you're not going to throw up on me I'll go through the files I've put together."

So far, so good, even when Ren exclaimed, "all weapons were taken away! How did they... I will pry his saber out of his severed hand!"

"You can ask him, or shout at him if you prefer, but you're not going to be fighting him," Hux reminded him firmly with a frown.

"Now, if you're done with your little tantrum we do have a bit to go over." And he really preferred not to have to sit around all day for Ren to calm down.

"I will!" He huffed. But yet again, Hux had a way of cutting right through Kylo Ren's anger and making him focus it like the weapon it should always have been.

He took another bite of fruit. "...I'm listening."

Hux wasn't concerned if Ren decided to go just yell at Obi-Wan and the thought was mildly amusing for a but that wasn't his problem.

"Oh good," he said before shifting so he was sitting right next to Ren so the other man could see the screen of his datapad. "I've put a file together of individuals I've met here. We've covered those from our galaxy however I will need to go over one of the Old Republic Jedi who is an ally of mine."

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