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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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"No. I'm a cook." He answered. "But when I got here, I woke up and they were doing things to me. Things that... had lasting effects that I need to remedy."

Hux had told him not to divulge his particular weaknesses to anyone. But he was beginning to feel desperate, as meditation had given him little insight into getting his Force powers back.

"Things?" The thought makes something cold twist in his chest. "What sort of things? What did you see?"

The books are entirely forgotten for the moment. This is the first he's heard of Atroma personally tampering with anyone, and the anomaly draws a spark of curiosity only slighter stronger than his slight nausea. Had he unearthed something while on the Marsiva nobody else had?

Anyone brought in mortally wounded was mended, but you weren't exactly supposed to wake up in the middle of it. That had been Kylo Ren's biggest mistake.

"A medbay." He gestured to the scar on his face. There were obviously more where that came from. "I woke up and I fought... and when I woke up a second time, I couldn't feel the Force. My powers were gone."

That last part was just a whisper. It was something he didn't need floating around the fleet.

He couldn't entirely make out the last part, but the demeanor told him plenty. What was more, the mention of the Force told him more of what he was clearly hesitant to reveal. His understanding of the Force is anecdotal - to him another form of magic. To be deprived of the connection to his own power was a terrible one, and one that he did not casually wish on another person.

Felix frowned. "You must have caught their attention. Who was doing it?" To fight there had to be something or someone there to engage with. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but the Atroma haven't operated in the open, beyond the masks of their hosts."

Kylo didn't know who their 'hosts' were, or who Atroma was, really. But he did know what he woke up to.

"Robots." He sighed. "Just droids."

Vindictive droids with an annoyingly twisted sense of humor.

He deflates somewhat at that news. He'd seen other associates of Atroma use droids, so it's not as surprising or as enlightnening as he'd hoped.

"More masks, then," he said, letting out a sigh of his own.

The mystery somewhat extinguished, there was only one other subject to pursue.

"So," Felix continued after a slight pause, "Are you a Jedi?"

With that last question, Kylo lowered his head. He'd said too much as it was.

"...I don't know what I am anymore."

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