[ He has carried his personal blaster and a secreted blade since Starkiller Base failed, purely to protect himself from any potential threats. They don't do anything against the fucking Force but he's fairly sure he could clip Dameron, at the very least. Hux isn't a bad shot.
His brow knits with the same backhanded offence when he infers that Ren has been attacked. If that's so, then what hope does Hux have? ]
You can't let them do anything to you. [ Ren is, so far, Hux's only defence strategy, albeit a wildly unreliable one. ] They can't be allowed to attack the Supreme Leader and live, if that's what you're saying Dameron did. Can't you [ wAVING A HAND ] get in his head without letting him know it's you? Weaken him, somehow.
I don't know. Snoke never sat me down over a cold one and explained the intricacies of your mystical acrobatics! [ Just enjoy the ludicrous imagery there for a moment. Okay, good. ] You've interrogated enemies before, I would assume you can root around in their mind and do damage on purpose.
[ It's unfortunate Hux doesn't have the Force, even though he disdains it. Fears it. ]
He almost laughs at the absurdity. Almost. But Hux, surprisingly, gives him an idea with his remarks about the Force. Ren's all brute strength, physically and with the Force. Even his attacks on Poe's mind were all about wreaking blunt force havoc.
He's never tried to truly use the man's mind against him before. ]
[ Coming up with a new plan to destroy his enemies AND disappointing Hux? This is the best day Kylo Ren's had in weeks!
Anyway, Ren's distracted for a moment, clearly hung up on whatever plan he's cooking up, until Hux mentions Cold. Then his attention snaps back to the comm, gaze sharp. ]
I haven't found him to be abrasive. [ Said with an air of "SO I GUESS THE PROBLEM'S YOU."
...
Ren is, as ever, a child. ]
He helped me out of a... situation. That's how I came to know him.
[ It's like walking on landmines, talking with Ren. ]
Hmph.
[ And yet, Cold lets Dameron live. Pathetic tactics. Hux pulls a scarf on, taking the comm with him as he dresses for the outdoors; his greatcoat has the FO insignia removed from the sleeve. He wants to go out and get some air, stuck in a room with Ren's simmering moodiness suddenly feels stifling. Hux gives off an air of dismissal even though he deigns to ask, ]
[ And the sad truth is: Cold didn't even find him until the aftermath, when Ren was left bullet-ridden and bleeding in an alley, not by Dameron, but his totally Force-insensitive pal who just happened to be there. That part, Ren's deliberately omitting, because it's utterly humiliating.
He opens his mouth, ready to snarl that he will not be dismissed, but then stops himself. A rare show of self-control. Indeed, despite everything, he's become a touch more relaxed the past few days. THIS IS REN WHEN HE'S SLIGHTLY RELAXED. ]
Just-- [ Still scowling, as he grudgingly says: ] Try not to die.
[ Because, for as much as he loathes Hux, it's good to have... something of an ally after months trapped in a city crawling with Resistance fighters. Finally. ]
[ A thin smile is Ren's reward for controlling his temper, the General looking more like himself in his usual coat as he steps outside the door, heading out of the community apartments. One good thing about the world here: it has wonderful caff venues. ]
The only reason I would consent to die is to give you justification for killing the lot of them. Fortunately for them, I hate them a lot less than I like being alive.
[ He looks back to the comm, humour fading. ]
Don't die either. If you abandon me on this moon crawling with rebels I'll grab one of the necromancers out there and make them strangle your Force ghost.
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His brow knits with the same backhanded offence when he infers that Ren has been attacked. If that's so, then what hope does Hux have? ]
You can't let them do anything to you. [ Ren is, so far, Hux's only defence strategy, albeit a wildly unreliable one. ] They can't be allowed to attack the Supreme Leader and live, if that's what you're saying Dameron did. Can't you [ wAVING A HAND ] get in his head without letting him know it's you? Weaken him, somehow.
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What... exactly would you have me do with the Force now?
[ He's asking out of sheer morbid curiosity. Just how do you think the Force works, Hux??? ]
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I don't know. Snoke never sat me down over a cold one and explained the intricacies of your mystical acrobatics! [ Just enjoy the ludicrous imagery there for a moment. Okay, good. ] You've interrogated enemies before, I would assume you can root around in their mind and do damage on purpose.
[ It's unfortunate Hux doesn't have the Force, even though he disdains it. Fears it. ]
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He almost laughs at the absurdity. Almost. But Hux, surprisingly, gives him an idea with his remarks about the Force. Ren's all brute strength, physically and with the Force. Even his attacks on Poe's mind were all about wreaking blunt force havoc.
He's never tried to truly use the man's mind against him before. ]
In a sense, yes. I can.
[ Thanks for giving him a fun idea, Hux! ]
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... Right. Well, then. Good luck? [ Squaring his shoulders as he stares at Ren. ] Who was Cold when you met him? He's abrasive.
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Anyway, Ren's distracted for a moment, clearly hung up on whatever plan he's cooking up, until Hux mentions Cold. Then his attention snaps back to the comm, gaze sharp. ]
I haven't found him to be abrasive. [ Said with an air of "SO I GUESS THE PROBLEM'S YOU."
...
Ren is, as ever, a child. ]
He helped me out of a... situation. That's how I came to know him.
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A situation such as Dameron opening fire in broad daylight?
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His voice goes tight. Keep that anger at bay, Kylo. ] Perhaps.
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Hmph.
[ And yet, Cold lets Dameron live. Pathetic tactics. Hux pulls a scarf on, taking the comm with him as he dresses for the outdoors; his greatcoat has the FO insignia removed from the sleeve. He wants to go out and get some air, stuck in a room with Ren's simmering moodiness suddenly feels stifling. Hux gives off an air of dismissal even though he deigns to ask, ]
Are we done?
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He opens his mouth, ready to snarl that he will not be dismissed, but then stops himself. A rare show of self-control. Indeed, despite everything, he's become a touch more relaxed the past few days. THIS IS REN WHEN HE'S SLIGHTLY RELAXED. ]
Just-- [ Still scowling, as he grudgingly says: ] Try not to die.
[ Because, for as much as he loathes Hux, it's good to have... something of an ally after months trapped in a city crawling with Resistance fighters. Finally. ]
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The only reason I would consent to die is to give you justification for killing the lot of them. Fortunately for them, I hate them a lot less than I like being alive.
[ He looks back to the comm, humour fading. ]
Don't die either. If you abandon me on this moon crawling with rebels I'll grab one of the necromancers out there and make them strangle your Force ghost.