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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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Aren't you special.

[This posed another problem but he would bring that up with Phasma later. The Jedi had another ally who would have to considered.]

Accept you as a person? I have your childhood and life in the Order in my files and that's what I'm going with. You may pretend at being Jedi and Resistance fighter but I know the truth of where you came from.

[This time his hand did wrap around the stun weapon in his pocket, ready to draw it.

He knew the training Finn had as a stormtrooper but at the very least hopefully it give him a chance to get away. He wasn't going to stick around for this fight.]

Special enough to break through your conditioning - unless not as good as you think it is. I'll be testing that out firsthand soon as I get back. See how many of your own people we can turn against you without you ever knowing. Wouldn't that be something?

[Finn's no stranger to the action of drawing a weapon. Once he sees Hux's muscles tense as if curling around something, he quickly dodges over to that side and grabs his forearm in a grip meant to make him drop whatever he's holding. His expression is no longer relaxed and his tone is full of anger as he says, in a low tone:]

So what's my name, Hux?

Indeed it would, considering we have allies on your side as well.

[Finn was physically stronger than he was and so his fingers were forced to release the weapon despite his best attempt to resist but he knew he wasn't getting away that easily.

He refused to wince though, his lips set in a thin line. ]

So you're going to force me to call you by another name by force? That hardly proves anything, 2187, aside from the fact you don't seem to be confident in your new identity as you like to think you are if you need to resort to such tactics.

Wrong answer.

[What happens next is too fast to follow unless one pays close attention, but it involves a sucker punch to the gut, slipping Hux's uniform jacket off, dragging him over to the closest wall and then securing him to it with the jacket arms. Then, more slowly, he takes the sweaty towel and gags Hux so his shouts won't get very far. It won't hold very long - a good struggle could let Hux escape in a matter of minutes - but that isn't the point, is it? Finn leaves the stun weapon just out of Hux's reach and waves cheerily on his way out.]

Next time I'll find a trash compactor just for you.

[He had little chance to react before suddenly his coat was yanked off, nearly doubling over in pain so he had little ability to resist. By the time he could focus suddenly Finn was shoving the towel in his mouth.

Everything about this was disgusting and awful. When the time was right he was going to personally enjoy dealing with 2187. No matter what he wanted to call himself it wasn't going to make a difference in the end.

It only took a few moments to get free, pulling the arms of the coat free as he spit the towel out with a horrified expression.

Everything about this was horrible and he wouldn't...well, couldn't..forget it.]

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