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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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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."

Ren slid closer as well. He looked over the datapad as he sipped a little more water. He needed to know what he would be up against. And it was equally important that the famed Jedi Killer knew whom not to kill.

"The one that might... help me... if things don't..." He admitted softly, not wanting to finish a thought so horrible. Not being able to feel the Force was an almost unspeakable curse. Not having the Supreme Leader's guidance made him feel empty, but Hux's authoritative tone seemed to help with that.

"Who else is an ally? Who else is an enemy?"

"If you aren't able to use the Force in two weeks I'll bring it up with her. She seems very well versed in the Force in more subtle, precise ways than I've seen before." And honestly, he had been impressed and appreciative of those skills when she used them to heal him twice. He won't tell Ren not to challenge her though as he's certain that Barriss could deal with Ren well enough on her own.

"Starting with whom you've already spoken to- I suggest being wary around Loki. He tends to like to show off. Maedhros- harmless though likes to talk about his feelings." And that annoyed Hux to no end. He swiped through more files on the datapad "Others whom Phasma and I have taken notice of- Kirk, claims to be a captain of his ship but from the sounds of it most likely it's something along the lines of a vacation yacht instead of a starship."

He nodded as Hux spoke. "Loki was particularly annoying during my confinement. Maedhros... Perhaps the most tolerable of them all."

He brought up a couple more. A man named Theon who ad not been particularly helpful, and a girl named Kitty who not only claimed she had powers, but was openly antagonistic toward the First Order. "She used a term I hadn't heard - Space Nazi - to describe us. An insult, I assumed."

"Mm yes 'space nazi'. Seems to be something from a planet called Earth. The people from there seem to attach more importance to that one planet than we would ever attach to Coruscant," Hux scoffed with annoyance.

"This is a planet which doesn't even have technology capable of going to their own moon though yet they think what happens there is important and applies to anything else. I can't tell you how many times people from this planet like to go on about how just because something worked on Earth that it even remotely applies to galactic affairs."

So it was an insult from a primitive world... One that would no doubt be good target practice for the next super-weapon the General dreamed up. "How has this Earth not been enslaved already?"

Another topic for another time, perhaps. In light of the pilots hour-plus long broadcast during his last day or so in the closet... "What allies have the Resistance scum swayed with their sob stories? How much damage have they done?"

That, to an Enforcer, was crucial intel.

"From the information I've gathered Earth is pretty much on par with the forest moon of Endor before the Empire- without the Ewoks. Cut off and remote from the rest of the galaxy," he said thoughtfully.

"Many, people here are willing to believe any tale of a resistance fighting against an evil empire. But, since they have decided to bring up the term 'nazi' it seemed that some from Earth have decided to lash out because of their own issues. One of them by the name of Erik decided to attack me because I reminded him these nazis and anger about the Hosnian System," Hux said casually, it was done with anyway.

"You should be wary of him until you have your abilities returned- he has the ability of telekinesis similar to as you and the Jedi have."

It seemed Kitty had not lied about there being others with power here.

"When they do return," he dared not say if. "He will be the first I hunt down."

Though Kylo wasn't above socking him in the face like he did the traitor during their last encounter. Anyone who personally attacked the First Order was to be made an example of. And maybe, just maybe, he felt a tiny bit protective of his co-commander, given the circumstances they found themselves in.

"By all means, we have no truce with him," Hux said as he finished scrolling through the files on his datapad before glancing over at Ren. "And it would be satisfying to watch you rip him apart."

Hux preferred not to get his hands dirty but it didn't mean he didn't take pleasure at watching Ren at work sometimes.

"If he threatens you again, I'll return the favor." he insisted. There was loyalty here, even in a distant galaxy. Without the Supreme Leader, General Hux is in command of the First Order, as far as Kylo Ren is concerned.

Although, for the time being, he's still naked in the General's bed. And should probably do something about that.

"What are your orders until I'm able to actually transfer to this ship?"

Hux looked at Ren thoughtfully for a moment before getting off of the bed. He wasn't used to Ren just accepting his orders without some kind of challenge but he would take advantage of it while it lasted.

"Get up, get dressed and return to your ship. Try to avoid confrontations even if it means swallowing your pride and saying I'm forbidding you." He was going to wield his power over Ren however he could though, while he could.

"But most importantly you need to figure out how to use the Force again. Meditate, whatever you have to do," he said with a wave of his hand as he leaned against the opposite wall of the room.

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