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[Cosmonautx]

Cantonica...was a familiar space for the Twi'lek; She had spent a lot of her time in this place, as well as many others like it. It was easy pickings for Bounty Hunters like herself- however, not many Bounty Hunters were like her. Sinya couldn't say she ever saw herself working with Kylo Ren, however, when she had been approached by Snoke, it was an offer she simply couldn't refuse- partially out of fear, but that wasn't something that anyone needed to know. The woman had been in the game for a long time; and no one had ever offered anything more enticing then what Snoke had. If she helped them with their plans, then would be able to not only get paid for it- but she'd have freedom. Sure, being a Bounty Hunter meant that you took work where you could get it and that you technically didn't have rules anyway; but she didn't want this. Not forever. Sinya eventually wanted to get away from all the fighting and just be free and at peace somewhere on a nice planet; maybe with a cute little pet or something. That was a whole different story; right now all she had to focus on was her mission.

First things first, though; Sinya had to actually meet Kylo Ren before the mission could take place. Which, was a little unnerving in itself. The Twi'lek had heard many things about him- and not a lot of it was positive...actually, none of it was. Despite this, she kept her cool; going so far as to even have a cheeky grin on her features. Currently, she was being escorted by storm troopers to meet this elusive Kylo Ren. Sinya's dark eyes looked around, taking in the details around her. She adjusted her leather fingerless gloves over her purple skin, her smile fading slightly as she bit the inside of her cheek. For the love of the stars, was this intimidating. "So, you fellas- or ladies- come here often?" Sinya blurted out, trying to cut the tension in the air with humor- which the troopers obviously did not appreciate- nor did they respond to her. Somehow, it just made the tension thicker. "Riiight. You all must be fun at parties..." She muttered, rolling her eyes slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Sinya did take her jobs seriously; but there was only so much 'seriousness' she could take. Humor was her coping mechanism- and this whole place felt like it lacked pretty much any sign of light-heartedness. Well, what could she really expect? She was dealing with Sith. They weren't really known to be the humorous type- at least, their track record showed so. Abruptly, Sinya was stopped in place, causing her to look at the armor-clad troopers in confusion. "What's the hold up?" She tilted her head slightly. Sinya was promptly told to stay where she was until Kylo Ren decided to show up. Of course, there were still Storm Troopers stained around, but she was left to stand there rather awkwardly. Sinya let out a sigh, swaying on her feet a bit as she waited for the 'oh so great' Kylo Ren. Don't get it twisted- Sinya was screaming on the inside; but she learned to never show any signs of weakness. And she wouldn't, especially not here.

---

"Alright, it looks like we got em' this time!" Poe exclaimed, gripping onto the handle and swaying his ship around; shooting at anyone who dared cross him or his resistance fleet. The fight was intense, but it finally felt like they were getting somewhere- or at least, that's what it seemed like. "Come on!" He groaned, feeling his ship shake on impact of getting hit. "Stay steady for me, girl." He hummed, his fingers flipping a couple switches. Poe was sweating immensely, his pupils dilating with fear as he realized the mistake that was made. He cursed under his breath, turning his ship around to face whoever was high-tailing him. He's the best damn pilot around; he's got this! Or, so he though, anyway. It was soon evident that, no, he did not have this. Although he had managed to find a way to get the other ship down- it turns out that they also hit a part of Poe's jet that did some pretty crucial damage. Poe tried to steady himself, but it was far too late. A few moments passed as he watched the enemy ship fall- but his ship followed suit right after.

"We're going down-" Poe inhaled sharply, pressing any button, flipping any switch- anything to somehow stop himself from spiraling into the planet below him. They had already been so close to it's atmosphere, so of course it pulled them in when the ships fell. The sweat building up from the helmet on Poe's head had began to trickle down his face as panic settled in. Poe's eyes darted around at the controls as he clenched his jaw, eyes wide as the ship began to fall faster. At this point, all he could do was brace for the forceful impact yet to come. It didn't take long for him to break the surface, feeling the jet shatter around him as he hit the ground; it was so intense that it had actually flung him around, even going as far as to eject him from the actual ship.

"Agh!" Poe let out, feeling himself hit the ground and begin to roll- he was sure something was broken. It had to have been; Hell, the pilot was surprised that he was even still alive after all of that. Once he had stopped rolling, Poe laid there on the ground for a moment, wincing from the pain, his muscles tense. His vision went blurry and was quite spotty for awhile as he was in and out of consciousness- he surely must of had a concussion. The helmet he had worn previously was cracked and broken; laying a few meters from where Poe's body was. It did do it's job with keeping Poe's skull in tact, though. Unfortunately, it will not be able to do so again.

Once Poe had fully regained mobility, he slowly began to rise from his place on the ground, coughing excessively from the smoke and debris from his own ship. He had to crawl out of it, finally finding a clear way out away from the wreckage. His whole body ached- but in some sort of miracle he found that none of his bones were broken. He just had a massive headache and his limbs felt like jelly- but no broken bones. Poe tried standing and realize that he might have actually sprained something, but it's better than it being broken. His eyes scanned around, landing on a smoke trail in the sky- The other ship he had been fighting against came to mind. Poe's instinct was to go towards the other wreckage to see if anyone was alive over there- which wasn't unlikely, considering he survived. After struggling with his thoughts about it for a moment, Poe decided to check it out- but he'd stay hidden, just in case.​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo Ren dumped the shattered debris of his helmet into the uppermost drawer of his personal desk, reminding himself to deal with it later as he shut it and paced away, heading towards the refresher to look at his own ruined face.

“You are no Vader. You are just a child in a mask.”​

Snoke’s words still echoed in his head. Condemnation. Failure. And now he was being saddled with a bounty hunter to work with, no longer trusted to go about his jobs alone, nor even with First Order operatives. He seemed to even be taken off the job of finding Luke, instead seeking some petty politician he knew to be an old friend of his moth—

Of Leia.

Leia Organa.

Varish Vicly was senator of Lonera, and no doubt a member of the Resistance, though she had not been seen actively assisting. Still, she had been seen spending more time at Cantonica, and their operatives had taken note of the questions she asked, and the business she did there. Enough to raise eyes.

So Kylo had to get answers.

Apparently, just going to Cantonica in his mask, and taking those answers wasn’t satisfactory anymore. No, he had to go without his mask, and without the force of the Order, because Snoke claimed it was a weakness of his to be worked out – that he needed to learn to control his aggression better, and learn to negotiate. To mingle.

To be a lying, backstabbing, politician. Exactly the sort of thing he wanted to rid from the universe. ‘Patience.’

His comm beeped. He pressed it. “What is it?” he barked into it.

“Commander Ren,” the familiar voice of Mitaka spoke, “the hunter Sinya has arrived and is waiting in the East Wing, conference room C-22.”

Kylo didn’t bother to affirm that he heard. He just clicked the comm off, exited the refresher without doing more with his face to hide the scar, or fix his hair, and stormed out of the room without a glance back at the desk which held the ruins of his shredded pride. ‘After everything…after Han….’

He swallowed down that terrible anger, that terrible sorrow, guilt by any other name – and it had to be any other name! – as he made his way to the room Mitaka had indicated, walking in witout ceremony or warning to the Stormtroopers on duty.

“Leave us,” he directed immediately, and none dared to hesitate in that order as Kylo Ren assessed the bounty hunter before him.

Non-human.

That was unexpected; the Order had the Empire’s reputation for racism. Another flaw with it, really, but it made all those old Imperialists comfy. Not that Kylo cared for their comfort but Snoke did. An alien.

Well, whatever.

“Sinya, is it? Supreme Leader Snoke seems to think you have the skills to get us through Cantonica and find Varish.” He didn’t hide the doubt in his tone as his attentions returned to her face. His expression masked nothing, either. Doubt, irritation, it was all too plain to read. His helmet had hid it all for him before. He felt far too naked without it, but he would learn, again, to train himself to hide.

And he waited for her response, expecting the usual cockiness of the bounty hunter to rear it’s ugly head and boast about just why he shouldn’t have any doubts.

~***~

“Admiral! Are you—”

Communications turned to static and white noise in the cockpit of Reveille Hux’s TIE-Fighter. The situation had caught her by surprise. The Resistance had found out about her probing into the planet Mahranee, a world nearly devastated by the Confederacy years ago. It was of little interest now. Its resources had been drained dry. There was little reason for anyone to be looking here.

Except, of course, rumor that some clone war technology remained, and Reveille always answered that siren-song in the hopes she’d find the elusive technology that had given the Separatists the edge against the Jedi in so many battles. What was it? What was it that let them stand up against Jedi?

What would let her dethrone Snoke and remove Kylo? What would keep Armitage from being dragged across the floor, or her own throat from being grasped by that invisible power?

She had been on the surface of the planet when she got the emergency call about Resistance arrival, and she had hopped in the nearest TIE to engage them herself, not one to shy away from direct combat, even if she preferred to be in the bridge of a Star Destroyer.

She paid the price for it now, as her systems began to fail, but there was enough spite for her to disregard all the failing systems and line up a hit on the ship that was responsible. If she was going to die, she was taking another down with her. Biting the inside of her cheek, she fired the shot, and was able to see it hit as the reaction to the firing pushed her own ship closer to the atmosphere of the planet.

The pull was immense, and she had no power to fight it, She barely had power left to steer, but Reveille did her best as her ship began its plunging descent, never once thinking to eject from the TIE despite knowing that came standard in the ships now. She was overconfident in her ability to direct the TIE to the ground.

The landing wasn’t gentle.

Still strapped in, Reveille’s head never hit the window, only the back of her seat – and that was enough to knock the red-head out, even before the ship was crushed and metal and glass fell. At least, the ship never began to smoke. Or burn.

Reveille woke.

Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

She didn’t know as she blinked open one eye, finding the other caked shut by dried blood. Hair had also escaped her bun in a mess, and stuck haphazardly across her face, or against her neck, slick with blood and sweat.

A groan parted her lips; everything hurt. Her white uniform was stained red, but she paid it little mind, making her first order of business to get out of the restraints that kept her in her seat, not recognizing that she was held up above the TIE’s eyeball window.

She promptly fell onto the twisted metal and cracked glass, and laid there a few more seconds, partially out of frustration with her own stupidity, and partially because it hurt. ‘Assess wounds. Someone will be here soon…right?’

Her right arm was throbbing. It was also the one covered in blood. Her head sustained some sort of injury based on the blood over an eye, too, but the eye itself didn’t hurt.

It was hard to pick out injuries when everything hurt. And she’d do a better job of it outside, when she could strip off clothing to see it.

So, begrudgingly, Reveille forced herself to her feet, found the exit of the TIE, and stumbled into the shade of trees. Apparently, she’d crashed into a forest, or something. Without smoke, that was going to make finding her ship difficult, even for the Order. ‘You can make it smoke easily enough.’ But the sound of steps caused her to reconsider that, as she looked for the approach of what she hoped was the First Order.

It was not.

Reveille Hux had never met the man, but she knew his face well enough – and instinctively reached for her blaster with her right hand, only for the blood slicked fingers to fumble it to the ground, “Kriff.”

 

[Cosmonautx]

Sinya didn't quite know what she was expecting of Kylo Ren, exactly. Certainly, it was not this. A look of surprise and slight amusement crossed her face, her eyebrows raising slightly at him. In the imagery she had seen of him, he had always been wearing the mask. That's what she was used to, and that's probably what she expected- but she wasn't exactly mad at the situation. Surprised? Definitely. The cheeky grin from before had reappeared, raising her hand up and giving a little wave; The kind where you move your fingers instead of waving your palm side to side. Despite his displeased demeanor, Sinya kept her semi-upbeat attitude.

"You got it, sugar." Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, her smile never fading when Kylo spoke to her. When he mentioned Snoke, she exhaled through her nose, taking her arms and placing them behind her back, standing up straighter than she was before. It seemed to be a more 'professional' stance than anything. "Apparently so," Sinya hummed softly, fluttering her eyelashes at him; not as a flirt but more of a habit- though others have mistaken it for flirting before. It was just something she did when she was nervous, but it worked in her favor most times, so, no harm no foul. Though, it might be this time- the vibe Kylo gave off wasn't exactly thrilling.

"I'm quite surprised, actually." She admitted, her eyes observing him briefly. "As to why Snoke chose me, that is." Sinya clarified, beginning to sway back and forth on her feet again, her hands still placed firmly behind her back. Judging by her own demeanor, one might guess she'd be a first-timer; but looks can be deceiving. "But! I'm honored to have the opportunity." And the reward was too good to pass up; but Kylo didn't need to know that, assuming Snoke hadn't revealed that him already.

It was risky; trusting the Order like this. Sinya had a fail safe, just in case, but she hoped that this would all work out for her in the end. "I do know my way around; I have my own ins and outs and I do have other contacts." She revealed to him, releasing her arms and just letting them rest at her side. "My skills are something you'll have to see in action." Sinya nodded once as if to confirm her own words. "And I've also been tasked with teaching you some of those skills- at least, that's what I've been told. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Ren." Cocky? Not so much. Cheeky? Absolutely.

---

Poe was ready to defend himself if needed; but it seemed like he didn't need to do so, considering the state that the other was in. They seemed to have sustained their own injured from the crash landing. "You put up a good fight, I'll give you that much." He huffed; either out of arrogance or of pain would be the question. The pilot tried to make it seem like he wasn't as injured- or at leas that he was doing better; but it was clear that Poe was in pain. The way he hissed when he tried to straighten himself out gave it away instantly.

His eyes watched her closely as he moved forward; just to try and kick the blaster out of her reach so she couldn't use it. It was a struggle, certainly, but he managed. Poe sought solace from a nearby tree, propping himself up against it, leaning on his side. "You seem familiar." He muttered, eyeing the red hair the woman adorned, furrowing his eyebrows together. Of course, her uniform gave away her position for the Order; that was obvious. Poe may have encountered this woman before, but he wasn't sure.

The pilot hadn't tried to attack her- not that he really could in his injured state. But, she didn't seem to be able to make much of a move, either. They both were stuck at some kind of stand-still; staring at each other like cornered animals while they both were bruised and bleeding from their respective crashes. "The First Order, huh?" Poe commented with distaste, his gaze becoming a glare as he held onto his side. He might have cracked a rib? Perhaps.

"You won't win, you know." Poe had slowly began to sink his way to the ground; keeping his eyes on the woman the whole time. "Certainly not here, both of our ships were eradicated. Even if you have out a distress signal, chances are it's lost in the system by now- No one's going to be able to come get you." If there was one thing Poe knew; it was ships. But, by his logic, that meant the same exact thing for him. He was stuck here. On this planet. With someone working with The First order. What a wonderful way to spend his time, well, possibly dying.​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo Ren did not like Sinya from the first words out of her mouth. Sugar? His nose wrinkled in distaste. His irritation only grew with the fluttering eyelashes and rocking on her heels. ‘Snoke has done this to punish me.’ Of all the bounty hunters in the galaxy, why else would Snoke pick one so damnably annoying?

At least she suggested familiarity with Cantonica. Contacts. Ways to move around. And Kylo Ren knew without his mask, very few would recognize him for what he was. His black attire held no markings of the Order upon it, and without the mask, it could go under the radar. The lightsaber couldn’t, but that required people noticing it, and recognizing it for what it was…which was…doubtful.

The urge to just close her throat with the Force as she called him ‘Mr. Ren’ was quite high, but he resisted, balling one hand into a fist instead. “It’s Lord Ren, or Commander Ren,” he corrected her on that mistake. Technically speaking, he supposed Commander Ren didn’t apply to her, since she wasn’t in the Order, but it was the one he preferred. Lord was too royal.

Reminded him too much that he actually did have royalty in his veins. Far higher than a mere lord.

“And you have been mistaken, I have no interest in learning whatever it is you were informed to teach me,” he was being a bit petulant. A bit bitter. “Your only job is to make sure that we find Varish, and take Varish alive so she can be questioned.” And then killed, but the questioning came first. “After that, I am sure Snoke shall reward you handsomely and you can leave.” At least, Kylo hoped that was how it would go.

“Let us go to your ship and get on our way.” Taking a First Order ship would be too much of a giveaway. Her ship would have to suffice for this venture, although Kylo didn’t like that at all. It meant he wouldn’t be the one piloting it. He wouldn’t have control of it.

But he would cede it, to get this mission over with quickly.

~***~

Poe Dameron did not reach for a blaster, or any weapon he may have had concealed. Reveille contemplated kneeling down and grabbing hers in her left hand, but she wasn’t sure she’d get back up if she did so. Neither of them were in a good state, and Poe wasn’t doing well to hide it – although his closeness still caused Reveille to take a few steps backwards until she hit the ruined TIE behind her.

‘He doesn’t recognize you.’

That was fine by her. A random Admiral was better than her identity. She didn’t imagine her rank was lost on him; it was spelled out in the color of her uniform and the markings on her left cuff. “I would call shooting you winning, Dameron.” Her tone was icy as she said it, Poe seeming to accept his fate of being stuck.

Reveille was far too stubborn for that.

She was also a touch too smart to let it get the best of her, where her brother would let himself be devoured by spite. He always needed to prove something. Still, seeing Poe slide down a tree, she imagined some of his threat was mitigated. “A temporary truce,” she suggested, “since I’d rather live to get off of this planet, and I imagine you would. There’s an old Separatist base on this planet. There should be something there we can use.”

Her actual shuttle was there, along with the pilot she stole the TIE from. But Poe didn’t need to know that part. Ideally, the pilot wouldn’t have fled with her shuttle after seeing the battle – but if they did, hopefully they also called some damn reinforcements to double check the planet for any survivors. “We can go our separate ways after that.”

Which, after saying, she stepped away from her TIE only to turn back towards it. Somewhere in the mess should be a first aid kit, and she needed it. Dameron needed it, as well, but he could agree to a truce first or rot and die of infection. She skimmed the inside of the TIE until she caught sight of that speck of white, and then forced her way back inside, still keeping an ear out for any movement from the best pilot in the Resistance.

 

[Cosmonautx]

Sinya immediately noted Kylo's distaste for her nicknames, which only spurred her on further. Was she playing with fire? Absolutely. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just Kylo to me." She commented, clapping her hands together. Sinya decided to use the nickname of 'Mr.Ren' sparingly; it was obvious that it annoyed Kylo, but she didn't want to go overboard and potentially die. Which, she was sure she was already pushing her luck. "Gosh, you're such a charmer." Sinya stated, sarcasm evident in her tone. As much as she didn't want to bring this man on her ship, she has no choice in the matter. "I've seen your types before," she said, adjusting the collar on her jacket. "Intimidation is your only tactic, which is a bit sad." Sinya muttered the last part, shaking her said slightly. "Snoke wants you to mingle, and obviously, you have little to no social skills for mingling. As far as I can tell, anyway." Sinya felt like there was almost no point in trying to plant the idea in Kylo's head, so with an annoyed exhale, she left it alone.

The Twi'lek had already accepted that Kylo would be like this most likely the entire time. Fun. At the mention of her ship, her expression changed from cheeky to hesitant. Sinya didn't like letting just anyone board her ship- but it wasn't like she had a choice in the matter. "Right," She stated, biting the inside of her cheek a bit as she turned on her heel, beginning to walk; Sinya had memorized the pathway the troopers had taken her through, she'd just have to navigate it backwards. That was her logic. "Let's go then." She gestured for him to follow with two fingers as she moved on; her expression less joyful now that Kylo couldn't exactly see it. At least she would be the one to lead them into Cantonica.

Sinya's ship wasn't the fanciest thing anyone has ever seen; but it was surprisingly decent for a Bounty Hunter. It was similar to that of a freighter, but just a bit smaller- like a modified freighter, essentially. She actually scored it off of somebody else- but that was a different story. "Welcome to Ryma Tann." She spoke in her native tongue; a smile returning to her face. It was a smile of fondness this time; the kind of smile you give when you have a pleasant memory, or generally think of something that makes you happy. "That's Mother Hope, in Ryl." Sinya clarified to Kylo, turning to him with a proud gleam in her eye; not that he would care but she did. Then, the Twi'lek woman made her way to where her controls for her ship would be.

Sitting down in her own pilot chair- as she called it- her fingers instinctively glided over the buttons she'd need to press, flipping necessary switches- the whole works. It was muscle memory at this point, Sinya had worked this ship many times for so long. She may have got it off of someone else but it definitely was her ship now. "How are we?" Sinya asked out loud; but not to Kylo. The ship, after rearing to life for a moment, let out a few beeps in response to Sinya's words. The ship itself was like a droid- in a sense. It had a certain level of sentience programmed into it- Sinya hadn't done that. It came with the ship, she just went along with it. "Alright, nice." Sinya whirled the chair around, her eyes looking for Kylo to confirm that he was ready for take off. "Strap in! Or don't. Totally up to you."

---

There had to be some other way to get off this damn planet. There was no way in hell Poe was going to have a truce with someone working with the First Order. No way. "A truce, huh?" Poe chuckled in utter disbelief and slight amusement at the idea, looking down at his bruised and bloodied hand that was resting against the part of where his lower ribs would be; more like he was slightly pressing on them and wincing, but still. "And what after we separate? We just go back to shooting at each other?" He scoffed, using the tree behind him to keep himself propped up so he didn't have to do much of the work. The pain made Poe think maybe a truce wasn't that much of a bad idea. They both were in pretty rough shape- so maybe it could work.

"Alright," Poe finally agreed of a few moments of utter silence- on his end, at least. "I will not hesitate to attack you if you try anything. At all." He warned; though he wasn't as intimidating when he looked like he was a breath away from passing out. "You said there was an old Separatist base right? Go ahead and lead the way, then." He gestured forward, clear agitation in his features; he wasn't fond of working with an operative of the First Order but if he wanted to live, he'd have to swallow his pride. Poe studied Reveille for a moment as she moved towards the TIE, his eyes mostly focusing on the red hair she adorned; a look of realization passing his face.

"You-" The pilot began, straightening up as much as he could; which was hard. "You're a Hux." He stated as if he had figured out the answers to the universe itself; he mentally cursed himself for not realizing sooner. "You look just like the general- Well not just like him but-" Poe waved his hand in dismissal. "Doesn't matter! You're a Hux- what is it a generational thing to be under the First order's thumb?" It was a rhetorical question; He knew of Brendol and what his values were- at least, he knew what Leia had taught him. Poe didn't know everything about the Hux's family history- but they surely had made a name for themselves.

It's not like it mattered who she was right now; Poe knowing she was a Hux wasn't going to change the fact that they were both still stuck here. "What are you doing in there?" He questioned, moving closer- but not too close. He still couldn't risk anything. The concept of there being a first aid left after the crash wasn't exactly in his thoughts. Poe's eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion as he stared into the open space of some of the TIE debris. The sweat made some of Poe's hair cling to his forehead; and the dark curls not matted down were wild and frizzy. It wasn't particularly hot here, but the amount of body heat the man had in his battered resistance uniform was dastardly. Not like he could change it, though.​

 

[Lucyfer]

‘Intimidation is not the only tactic.’ Kylo wanted to say it, but the other tactic may as well have been an intimidation tactic. Forcing thoughts out of other people’s minds wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, but he got no lies from it. ‘Sometimes you get nothing at all.’ The reminder of Rey was also not a pleasant memory, and he knew it was part of the reason he was even here. He had failed to deliver Rey, and now she was most likely somewhere with Luke.

Learning.

Becoming a Jedi. Becoming brainwashed.

He wouldn’t correct Sinya on ‘Kylo’, at least, and his gaze remained heavy on her as she explained what Snoke wanted, without responding that he didn’t care what Snoke wanted any longer. When killing Han brought Kylo nothing but scorn and contempt, he really didn’t care any more what Snoke wanted.

He was just waiting.

And so he didn’t verbally respond to her, just grunting as she finally got on with it to lead them out and to her ship. At least her hesitance was somewhat satisfying. The Force picked up on that swift change, even if he couldn’t see her face once she turned away to make her way through the corridors. He didn’t bother to offer to lead himself, partially hoping she’d make a fool of herself and get lost, but also curious to see how well she’d already figured things out.

The answer was pretty damn well.

There were no mishaps, no getting lost, nothing to suggest she didn’t know her way around already. Kylo wouldn’t offer any kind sentiment of being impressed as they strode onto her ship and he gave it a once-over. Well, more than a once-over, really. He couldn’t escape ships. They were in his blood, from both sides of his family, and he looked for any of those tell-tale smuggler signs of upgrades as she spoke the name in Ryl.

He missed the fond smile, but he felt it in the words, and in the momentary calm, before his dark eyes left behind their examinations, and he followed her into the cockpit, where again, he began assessing the ship, and disregarded her talking to it.

He knew all about that.

Until it actually responded in binary, then he looked at it, translating the words over in his head. Sinya accepted it as all good and turned back to him, so he took a seat, and did, actually, strap in. He wasn’t an idiot.

He would at least wait until the ship was out of the hangar before asking, “What contacts do you have in Cantonica? How do you intend our approach?” He did have to work with her. They may as well get on the same page.

~***~

‘Yes, we go back to shooting each other.’ That was a stupid question, but Reveille didn’t state as much, back in her TIE and hearing Poe realize who she was. A Hux. The Hux, but that was only a tease with her brother, when she could tell bothering his sense of being a bastard wouldn’t cause him to blow up. Or when she wanted him to blow up. Siblings were the same everywhere, Resistance or First Order – and Reveille would be the first to punch someone else for insinuating the same thing she could get away with.

“One could question the same of you, Dameron,” Reveille said, as close as she got to acknowledge his guess that she was a Hux was right. She got her left hand on the First Aid kit and pulled at it to get it free. The wreckage had naturally pinned it in, made it a touch more difficult t get out. “Your parents were part of the Rebel Alliance.” With one tug, she got it free – but the force she’d used to do so also caused her to fall backwards. Thankfully, the TIE didn’t have room to stand the way it was, knocked on its side the way it was, so Reveille didn’t have far to fall.

It was still irksome.

A bit painful.

She crawled back out of the TIE and showed him the white kit, “Some of us care about our pilot’s health.” She strode a few steps away from the TIE, but no closer to Dameron, still giving him a wide enough berth to show the mistrust was mutual – and the desire to avoid any missteps was also, mutual, by respecting that space. “We’re not going to get far as we are. You can use some of the aid in here as well.” She set the kit down, and took a seat by it, still far off from her blaster.

Another small mitigation of threat as she turned her hands to removing the white tunic she wore, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from wincing as moving her bloodied arm out of the sleeve was almost enough to make her see stars all over again. She wore a tanktop beneath so there was little risk of truly upsetting the modesty of anyone, though she wouldn’t have cared much where it came to needing to tend a wound.

Survival always came first.

That was the precise reason she and her brother had made it so far.

She still did wince. A hiss did still slither over her tightly pursed lips, but she got the damnable tunic off despite how it stuck to her arm, and saw the terrible gash, no doubt made by debris or glass, she couldn’t tell which now. At least it had sliced through her upper arm cleanly enough that she couldn’t tell. Problem was it hadn’t stopped bleeding, but nothing a bit of bacta and bandaging wouldn’t fix up. And lots of water.

At least blood loss couldn’t exactly make her look any paler.

 

[Cosmonautx]

"There's one I know personally; and there's a few who owe me a favor." Sinya stated, her tone quieter than it was before; she seemed rather focused as the Twi'lek made sure her ships vitals were running fine- and they absolutely were, once she finished her own little diagnostic run. "We're going to Canto Bight, of course; There's an event going on that is a wonderful opportunity to learn information~" Sinya sang out the last part of the sentence, letting the ship route in autopilot mode. Before they would arrive to Canto Bight; Sinya would have to change out of her usual Bounty Hunter gear. She absolutely would not stroll up in a city of wealthy profiteers dressed like that- She'd stick out like a sore thumb.

"Looking the part is only a small portion," Sinya hummed; slipping the rough material gloves off of her hands, exposing the purple skin beneath as she wiggled her digits. "We're not exactly on the guest list, but I'm sure I can find us a way in." There it was again, that cheeky grin had returned to her features as she placed the gloves aside. It wasn't like she had a choice- she had to find them a way into the event. That was basically the whole point of this mission. "According to one of my sources, Varish will definitely be there." She sat back in her chair, her eyes observing Kylo a little bit. He wasn't the worst looking guy, really. In fact, he was almost rather attractive. Almost. That personality of his was the key factor keeping him from hitting that point...and the fact that he looked like he wanted to strangle every being that entered his space.

"I like your scar." This was all Sinya said before she turned her attention back to the controls of her ship. "Anyways, I don't know what your preferences are; but I can do most of the talking, if that's better for you." She shrugged a bit, not really sure on what Kylo actually wanted to do plan-wise. Sinya already concocted a plan in her head, but she did have to take in the considerations of Kylo's input...even if she didn't want to.

---

He didn't want to care; Poe didn't want to feel sorry for someone who works for the First Order. But, when he saw the gash on her arm, his eyes widened in realization. It was a lot worse than he thought- her landing, that is. "Damn," Poe muttered, his instinct to help her took over as he got closer; fighting through his own aching pain to help Reveille stop the bleeding on her arm. The pilot himself had to face the music; if he wanted off this planet he would have to take her help. And there would be no help if she died from blood loss.

At least, that's the reason Poe convinced himself with.

"That's so much blood-" Poe breathed out, almost unsure of how to handle the situation at first; mostly from shock. His attention was back on the medical kit that Reveille had brought out of the TIE. First, he'd have to wipe away most of the blood to see the actual cut in order to bandage it. "You're about to hate me more than you already do." He commented, reaching towards the medical kit. Poe looked down at his uniform, sucking his teeth in annoyance at the material, these uniforms were made sturdy, so his initial idea was out the window.

"If I know anything, I know this is gonna sting." Poe furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, beginning to tend to the wound. Wiping the blood away proved to be a hassle, but he managed to do it. At least, it was good enough for him to apply the Bacta and bandage it. "I think you'll be okay?" It was more of a question than a statement- sure, Poe knew basic first aid but he wasn't a doctor. He was a pilot. "For obvious reasons, you might not want to move that arm too much until it heals." He said quietly, now moving away from Reveille. Helping heal a First Order agent was a first- when he got back to Leia...if he ever got back to her, this was going to be difficult to explain.

The more he thought about it, the more stressed he was with the idea. Did this make him a traitor? It didn't, but Poe didn't know that for sure. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he began to cater to his own wounds now; there were some tears in his uniform and it was definitely scuffed up; but most of his injuries were either bruises or were most likely internal. There was dried blood under his nostril; and his hands were definitely scraped and bruised and maybe a little bloody- but he hadn't suffered severe cuts or anything like Reveille had. He thanked the stars for that.​

 

[Lucyfer]

‘Where else?’ Kylo Ren knew of Canto Bight. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the entire planet of Cantonica was Canto Bight, but he did. Canto Bight was just the brightest, gaudiest, eyesore on the galaxy since Spira – and Spira was still up and running, though he’d been told it wasn’t what it used to be in the days of the Empire. Probably for the best. The galaxy needed fewer cesspits of rich socialites gambling on life itself – never their own – disguising it behind sparkling attire and charity galas.

Kylo’s eyes narrowed at the sing-song of learning information. He didn’t care about this part, he only wanted Varish, and he was tempted to remind her of that, but she was quick enough to indicate that Varish would be there, after some commentary about looking the part. As if Kylo were changing clothes to ‘blend in’ with society there.

The way she looked at him was saying otherwise, though. “I didn’t pack anything fancy,” he stated, “I have no intention of wasting First Order funds on something so frivolous,” not that he would need to, he could just use the Force to get what was needed, but he saw no advantage to telling her that right now.

Just as he saw no advantage to taking her compliment.

The memory of it still stung. Rey’s strike not something he enjoyed recalling every time he looked in the mirror. Nor did he enjoy the reminder left over his heart by Chewbacca – though he could, in fact, accept that one.

Still, he could see the advantages of getting into this party, where Varish wouldn’t expect him. It wasn’t as though Varish would recognize him, the last time he’d seen the Loneran he’d been a child. Right before being whisked away to Luke’s school, where he saw so few people who actually mattered after that. Even his mother rarely came to visit….

He shook his head with an irritated sigh, “I don’t see why much talking will be necessary, we just need to get in, grab Varish, and get out.” How it could be more complicated than that, he didn’t know.

Except, of course, that Snoke wanted him to learn to mingle, and he didn’t. He didn’t see any benefit to knowing how to politic with scum like those of Canto Bight, when Vader never had to do such frivolous things.

It slipped his mind that Vader, was also, never in charge, no matter how much he made the galaxy fear him, and obey him. It was always the Emperor that was in charge, behind the scenes, dealing with all the petty politicking.

~***~

Reveille fully intended to ignore Poe’s dramatics over her wound, unless he decided to try and make her death look related to the TIE crash. Not that it would spare him any blame from the Order, but people had a weird way of thinking things through. So, she opened the kit, sought the necessary disinfectant – only to have it taken from her by Poe as he said something about hating him more. “What are you—”

She was interrupted by the sting of the disinfectant and Poe taking hold of her arm, which she very desperately wanted to pull away. Reveille settled for glaring at him instead, wishing death upon his head despite the fact she knew that he was actually helping her.

Or, really, because he was helping. If Reveille hadn’t been a part of multiple abusive relationships for the entirety of her life, from her father to Snoke, it might not have been so easy to balance hate towards someone helping, but it was. She and Poe were going to go back to shooting each other after this. He just needed her help finding the Separatist base.

She didn’t have to speak to tell him what needed done. He knew, the wound cleaned, the bacta applied as their temporary measure, and then bandaged tightly. Admittedly, she probably couldn’t have bandaged it as tightly on her own, but she would hardly give him that credit aloud. Or that it was probably needed.

When he finally stepped away to tend to his own wounds, she let out a sigh and shut her eye – settling her frustrated thoughts, and regrouping. She could hear Dameron still moving, and once she opened her eyes, she went to tend the rest of her wounds, remarking, “Don’t worry, Dameron. Your secret is safe with me.” His tension was terribly obvious, his sigh only accentuated it. He didn’t do much to hide himself…then again, he didn’t need to.

He didn’t work in an organization that punished such things. “Not for your sake. I don’t need to be connected with any friendliness directed towards you, either.” She wiped the dried blood off from over one eye, and used her datapad to find the wound on her head to cover that up, as well.

Shame there was no connection out here for her to send a message through her datapad.

Once she’d cleaned herself up, she grabbed the ration bars that were also a part of the kit and tossed one to Dameron. She opened one for her and pocketed the last, to split, or eat later, was to be determined. She did at least heed his comment about not using her left arm for much, opening it with her left hand, and switching it over to the right only as she went to retrieve her blaster, and set it in its holster.

She wasn’t leaving it. That’d be foolish. “When you’re ready, Dameron.”

 

[Cosmonautx]

"You would think it's just that simple." It was now Sinya's turn to be annoyed, her eye twitching slightly as she inhaled deeply to just relax. "In a place like this, it's not a great idea to just go in and grab people- I know that probably every pretentious rich bastard will more than likely be intoxicated off of whatever they have going in there- but they're rich. They keep security around. I would rather not be so obvious." She reached a hand up, rubbing her temple slightly. The comment about Kylo not packing anything fancy made her annoyance melt away as she registered the words in her head.

"Lucky for you, you won't have to waste First Order funds on anything." Sinya slowly turned to him with an excited grin; was this going to make Kylo hate her more? Probably. But it's going to be worth the trouble ...at least, she hoped so, anyway. "I have things that will fit you- possibly." Sinya has had to pretend to be multiple different people in her past to get our of sticky situations; so of course over time she had collected clothing to accommodate those disguises. If she didn't have an outfit ready for him she could certainly make one.

"To be real with you, you don't even have to know much about politics to get by these people- especially if you have a pretty face." Sinya clapped her hands together, feeling quite good about her new project; which was making Kylo wear fancy garments. "And you do have a pretty face, my friend." She commented, raising her eyebrows slightly as she studied him once more. Sinya was visualizing what Kylo should wear in her mind- not only for the sake of the event but she was also trying to decide what would look best on him. Sinya was well aware that the man would not like any of her ideas- hell, he didn't even want to work with her, let alone have her give him some pretentious make over...but they had to look the part.

---

Poe wasn't excited for this, but it was what had to be done. He didn't feel one hundred percent, but what more could he do for himself? Not much. "Lead the way, Hux." Poe shot back at her, eyeing her movements for a moment. He noted definitely when she grabbed the blaster again- Fair enough, but he definitely would remember she had it. He rolled back his shoulders; he was sure that he has popped a few things in the process, making Poe wince. "How'd you know about the base, anyway?" Poe inquired, following Reveille at a certain distance; it wasn't that much of a gap, but it was enough to have space in between them. He hadn't even gathered what planet they were on- let alone if it had any signs of civilization. "You been here before?"

Poe reached up, running his fingers through his curls to slick them back from his face a bit. He still felt small surges of pain when he walked; but it was probably from his body being so sore from the crash, since he had time to settle. Even if it was only for a few moments. While they were walking, he began to think about Finn and how he first met him; it gave him a sense of deja vu; except he was sure that this woman wouldn't be turned like Finn. At the time they met, Finn already had doubts about the First Order, so it was easy. He was grateful the guy. Although Poe had also been a bit beaten up at the time, it was a semi-nice memory that he had.

He wasn't sure of Reveille's ideals, or what exactly went on in her head. From what Poe could tell, though, he was sure that she had loyalty to the First Order that probably couldn't be swayed. He was unaware of her feelings on the matter- But it wasn't like he would just ask her about it. Poe barely knew anything about her, besides her status in the Order and her family heritage. Or, at least, some of her family heritage.

"I take it you don't crash land with other pilots often.." Poe tried to use humor to lighten the situation; it was like a coping mechanism, almost.​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo could tell Sinya was no longer so enthused about this. His ideas on how to accomplish these things were evidently, drastically different from hers. She wanted to do this whole party thing, apparently. Kylo expected her to be put off the idea by the lack of funds, but to his surprise, she just seemed far more giddy about it all.

This was…not how Kylo was expecting it to go.

More unusual, it seemed it wasn’t Snoke that was funding this, Sinya just had clothing laying around that she thought might fit him. He couldn’t help but eye her up and down. ‘We are nowhere near the same size.’ Before he could make that suggestion, she simply blurted that he had a pretty face and his gaze went right back to her eyes, quite unable to hide both the shock and frustration that entered his gaze, and heated his cheeks.

People didn’t say that.

Of course most people didn’t see his face, either.

He didn’t enjoy the way she was studying him. He shifted his expression back to a scowl. “Okay. If you have one thing that will fit me, I’ll play along,” his doubts that she would have anything were high enough, it was worth calling her bluff before they landed and she found a way to purchase something and have it brought to the ship. “But if you don’t, I’m going as I am. As you said, rich people have security detail.”

He could play that role. Security detail. “But how do you plan to get Varish out of there, if we can’t just grab her? She’s not going to go for a casual stroll with us back to your ship.”

~***~

Question, after question, after question. Why did they even need Kylo Ren to pry information out of him? Poe seemed talkative. ‘Talkative, but useless.’ Questions weren’t answers, although it did reveal that he had no idea where he was, which brought up several questions for how he even knew of her activity here. The Admiral cast a glance back at him, trying to ascertain whether or not he was bluffing.

His default to nervous humor suggested he might really be that ignorant. “No, Dameron, generally speaking you don’t get promoted to Admiral by crashing your starships,” there was a dryness to it that wasn’t without humor, though he likely wouldn’t recognize that.

On top of her own soreness, she wasn’t even sure if it was humor because he was amusing, or humor because this entire situation was ridiculous.

“This is Mahranee,” Reveille answered. It wasn’t as if Poe couldn’t figure that out later from coordinates. “This is my first time on the planet,” although she’d been doing her research about Separatist planets, and this one seemed like one of those which would have what she wanted. What she still needed to get back to locating.

‘The Order has a vested interest in Separatist artifacts.’ It wouldn’t be a lie, persay, but it wasn’t Snoke or Kylo’s interest. No doubt, they’d prefer these artifacts be long forgotten, since they were as much a threat to Jedi like Luke and Rey as they were to Kylo and Snoke. “If you didn’t know where this was, how did you know to find the Order out here? What do you know of our business in this sector?”

Her business.

If there was a mole amongst her crew she was going to find and eliminate them, even if they’d left Poe relatively oblivious to what she was doing. The last thing she needed was either Snoke or Kylo to pry too deeply into what she did, when they were satisfied with her work in the Core, sweeping up small rebellions and reminding the Core how things worked under Empires, not Republics.

 

[Cosmonautx]

"You're serious?" Sinya questioned, eyeing Kylo suspiciously. A surge of excitement ran through the Twi'lek's veins as she unbuckled herself from her chair; obviously putting the ship in autopilot before she departed. "Don't under estimate my power, Ren." She stated before she began to move at incredible speeds to leave the cockpit. Currently, they were going slow and steady on the ship; all Sinya had to do was punch it and they would arrive to Cantonica...but she was buying time. Mostly because Kylo Ren just gave her the go ahead to dress him up in fancy attire.

As a Bounty Hunter, the woman had encountered all types of people before. And this certainly wasn't the first time she had brought someone on her ship- so she had garments and fabrics to spare. How she acquired them? Well, take a guess.

A few moments later, after running between places and sliding across her ship's floor she entered the cockpit once more; her dark, fuchsia colored eyes landing on Kylo- there was a particular twinkle that Kylo would have to get familiar with; it was going to happen a lot. The woman held what seemed to be a little mound of fabric that was covered with another material- she seemed to be hiding the actual outfit from him. She lifted her free hand, gesturing for him to get up and follow her.

"This might be a bold assumption of me; but I don't think you'll hate it." Sinya's smile was wide; full of glee. It wasn't often she got to dress up someone from the First Order- let alone Kylo Ren himself. In fact, she was sure if she had told anyone that he gave her such an opportunity, they simply wouldn't believe her. "C'mere." She waved him over; The ship was obviously stable enough for them to walk around since it was kind of just doing a lazy stroll to their destination. For now, at least. Sinya would promptly pick up the speed after this whole little fiasco.

She hadn't answered his question about Varish..in due time, he'd know.

---

The crash landing had obviously knocked around Poe's brain; there were spots in his memory that he just simply didn't remember. It was bound to happen eventually- hell, it probably has before, he just didn't recall. But, as he walked along with the woman next to him, he began to get slow recollections of why he was tailing her in the first place.

"Tough crowd," Poe said under his breath as he followed her, his eyes flickering to her bandaged wound every once and awhile. Once Reveille revealed the name of the planet, everything began to start to click into place for the pilot; audibly making let out a small 'oh' of realization. "Riiight." Poe nodded, reaching his hand up and placing it on his head- seemingly to check for bumps or anything of the sort; though he was trying to play it off casually. Had the crash been that bad that he almost forgot the whole reason he was high-tailing the TIE? It seemed to be that way.

Mahranee. Mahranee. Poe repeated this name to himself mentally a few times, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Coincidentally, it's also my first time on this planet." He said in an obvious tone of voice; He'd heard Leia talk about the planet before- and they'd had meetings about it before, and about the activity here. The information he had retained was coming back to him; but it was true, he hadn't been on this planet before.

"Look," Poe brought up a hand in defense. "I was just banged around in a crash that could have been terminal- forgive me if my memory is spotty." He admitted that much; but he did remember now. However, Poe would not be specifying that he did remember. Leia had prefaced it all in the meetings they had- the planet's coordinates, the conditions of the planet and most importantly the Order's involvement with it. Poe decided that playing the memory loss card might work in his favor- he'd see how long he could get away with it.
​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo knew he’d made a mistake when Sinya asked if he was serious, and then darted away. He rose from his seat and considered following after her, but stopped himself as he realized they weren’t even in lightspeed yet. It would be foolish to leave the cockpit unattended when they were still so vulnerable in realspace.

He grumbled a complaint, but didn’t sit back down, glancing between the viewport and the way Sinya had run off, hearing the sounds of her steps and shuffling, before she came hurrying back carrying quite a bit of clothing with her. He stared dubiously at the mound of it, trying to convince himself there was no way any of that was going to fit him.

And he certainly didn’t like it.

He did hesitate to follow her, glancing at the cockpit and viewport once more, before begrudgingly sighing and following as he realized the mess he got himself into with this. ‘None of it will fit.’ He reminded himself, glancing around the ship as they moved back to somewhere he could try to change into the clothes would be, no doubt. "Don't get your hopes up," he muttered abut the clothing.

There was plenty to look at.

Sinya didn’t seem to be a minimalist. He was quite used to that, even from himself, nowadays. The First Order practically preached minimalism, along with everything else they taught about Duty and Order. It was easier to keep order if there were fewer things to monitor.

~***~

Poe seemed to be trying to jog his own memory, as Reveille finished off the ration bar. She tucked the trash in the pocket of her pants, rather than toss it. She could dispose of it properly once she was back in civilization, and not, well, here, with a Resistance Pilot who was going to claim memory loss.

“Tch.”

She didn’t believe him, but she understood. Neither of them really had the equipment for an interrogation, nor would it be beneficial to either of them. Poe might not be in the best of condition, but both of his arms were functioning. For now, he needed her for directions to the base, which she kept checking her datapad to make sure they were on the right track.

“Then you’ll have to forgive me if I happen to have forgotten how I knew about any base on this planet,” Reveille said in that dry tone, this one without any humor, but she figured Dameron would get the hint. There were lines they’d discuss…and Reveille might also be willing to discuss why she was there, if Poe decided to remember how he knew she’d even be there.

That was for him to decide if he wanted to play in trading information or not, though.

It didn’t matter much right now. “We’re not too far, though,” she added, “the base was built into this forest,” decent coverage, “and there’s not much harmful fauna on this planet.” No, it had been a perfect planet for Separatist plans, back in the day.

 

[Cosmonautx]

"I think this one will be really good," Sinya had pawed through the fabric and handed a set to Kylo; there was also an accessory that went with it- but it was more of an optional piece than anything. "I'm going to leave the room so you can try it- let me know when you're done." She clapped her hands together, beaming up at him. "I wanna see what it looks like." It was as if she had some odd sense of knowing that it would fit him- she was quite confident it would. There were other things he could try on; and those might not fit- however, with this specific garment, she wad confident that it would. Almost as if he had picked it out specifically for Kylo- she was an weird one, that was for sure. Sinya stepped out of the room quickly to give Kylo some privacy.

If he were to choose to examine the clothes; Kylo would find that they were crimson in color with few other shades of the color; some darker, some lighter. It was folded neatly, courtesy to the Twi'lek right outside the door. There was also a head accessory on top of the neatly folded garment- he wasn't expected to wear it, of course. It was just added for extra detail.

Sinya, while in waiting, would go back to the cockpit every now and again, just to make sure things were okay and that they weren't in any real danger; which, they weren't. Not in this moment, anyway. She was elated to see Kylo in the outfit she had picked for him- but she was also eager to change into her own outfit. Sinya grabbed the aforementioned clothes from her personal storage before she returned to the closed door, bouncing on the heels of her feet in joy. "Are you almost done?" She called out, the obvious joy in her tone shining through. She wasn't impatient, even if it seemed like it, she was just excited. Her slight bouncing caused some of the accessories on the clothes in her hand to jingle slightly, but she didn't really care about that.

Sinya tried not to just stare at the door while she stood there, her cheeks beginning to ache from how much smiling she was doing. But, she couldn't help it. This like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She also really wanted to see his face when he found out the garment fit him. If Sinya had gotten his measurements correctly- purely by guessing by the way he looks but that's not important- The outfit should fit him just fine.

---

Finally, Poe had begun to eat the other ration bar that Reveille had given to him beforehand; almost forgetting he had it with him because he was so focused on remembering other things. Ironic, isn't it?

Reveille's words hit him like a starfighter; Poe realized that if he wanted to learn things about her, he'd have to give up information of his own as well. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that...but then again, he felt like eventually he'd run out of options. "Okay, alright." He sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the dryness of her tone. He bit into the ration bar, chewing for a bit before he spoke again. "We've been tracking your plans for awhile; we actually had the meeting about it recently. About a week or so." Poe revealed, only eating half of the rations bar for the moment; he'd save the rest for later.

"Someone finally got a lead; and I took it and ran with it." Poe shrugged a bit. "My General called for a small fleet to investigate and we did- and that's kind of how we ended up in this situation." He didn't reveal how much he knew, of course. Not yet. Poe's mind did become occupied with the thoughts of the other pilots that helped him- where had they gone? Did they crash here too? He was doubtful.

"Thank the stars for that." Poe let out quietly, followed by a sigh of relief; he was ready to be there. His body still ached and if there was a place to rest he would take it in a heartbeat. "So, a separatist base." He began, crossing his arms. "How'd you figure out to come to this planet for all that?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at the red head in curiosity.​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo waited until he was certain Sinya was several steps away from the door, before he even looked back down at the clothing. So much red. And a headpiece. ‘A crown.’ His mind immediately rejected it, recalling one he’d worn as a child, with Alderaanian clothing.

At least none of this appeared Alderaanian. Then again, they preferred softer colors to vibrant reds. Blues, whites, silvers…he rid his mind of it as he stripped, glancing around momentarily for cameras. He ignored the scar upon his chest as he pulled the clothing on, finding to his chagrin it did, in fact, fit. Not loosely – well. ‘Why would she have need for clothing like this?’ In his size, no less?
Was it someone else who had left it here?

Had there been quite a bit of padding to make it work?

Kylo had all the pieces on soon enough, a touch irritated with how reminiscent it was to Jedi attire, with the tunic and layering, but he could live with it. He had no choice after what he’d said, although he knew he could renege on those words and get right back into his black clothing, which he gathered up and folded as well.

He knew how to keep things nice.

He could hear the jingling of something outside, along with Sinya. Far to chipper.

He didn’t answer, just stepped to the door and opened it, looking down at her as he stared at her with as deadened an expression as he could manage. “I don’t like it,” he said flatly, “but I will honor our agreement, and wear it,” he intended to move by her, noticing she had a bundle in her own hands, so he could put his clothes somewhere he’d find them again and not have to deal with a huge hunt through the ship, or going back into private chambers.

Until he was able to get out of this, of course.

~***~

Poe caught on, and he was evasive with his information, but it was something. It seemed their information was recent, but that was to be expected. Reveille’s own plans moved quickly, and this discovery had also been recent for her in her going through what separatists bases she knew of, which had already been raided, and which had gone overlooked. The circle of people who knew for a little over a week were small.

She ticked off names in her head.

“The First Order has a vested interest in supplies, and Separatist bases provide numerous if they have not already been cleared out. There is also technology from that time which did not make it into the Empire’s catalogue, and so has been out of our reach, as well. I’ve been looking for those things, in particular.”

No need to say just what. These were convincing enough half-truths, and Dameron wasn’t giving her everything, either. “Not very good at investigating,” she pointed out, “I suppose it is good to know your intent wasn’t to actually kill me.” There was a touch of derision there.

Obviously, killing her would have been a point to the Resistance’s favor, and was probably on the list of things to do, eventually. “Why are you tracking my progress? I would have thought Commander Ren to be Princess Leia’s interest in all things. Or was the slaughter of her estranged husband enough to finally sever that maternal cord?”

It wasn’t a nice question, but it certainly got to the point of her irritation with being important to the Resistance.

Perhaps it was just that her activity was strange.

Or perhaps they knew what she was looking for.

 

[Cosmonautx]

Upon seeing Kylo, she reacted audibly; a gasp escaping her lips. "Wow!" Sinya let out, happy with the outcome. "You look so good!" She complimented him, circling around him once to see the whole thing. "The red looks so nice," She gave one happy little bounce before rushing into the room herself. "Anyways, my turn!" She chirped out, letting the door closer between them before she began to change into her own fancy attire; the jingling sounds continuing from behind the door.

After a moment of some jingling, and what seemed to be like struggling; Sinya walked out of the room, adorned in her own type of fancy threads. The dress was quite nice; it had some gold-colored hoop-like accessories attached to it- to be the assumed the source of the jingling noises. However, it didn't jingle as much now that she actually had it on. The dress was black in color, but did a nice Ombre into red towards the bottom; and it also seemed to connect in the back. She also had a nice little headdress on.

"Okay!" Sinya gave a thumbs up, beginning to walk back to the cockpit. "I think we're ready, so let's get this over with." Now she was going to activate the hyperspeed. Sinya sat in her chair, strapping herself in with a small hum. She did wait for Kylo, obviously not wanting to just take off like that with him still standing- that would be a jerk move. It was a funny thought, though. Once Sinya saw that Kylo was strapped in, they were off. It wouldn't be too long before they arrived on the planet.

"As for the whole Varish thing," Sinya brought up, her eyes focused on the stars as they warped through the speed. Her tone was a little more serious, but still light. "I have my ways, you just have to trust me. Which, I know, is easier said then done- famous last words, blah blah." She waved her hand in dismissal. "When the time is right, you'll know."

---

Poe's source of information was mostly reported from his higher ups; that's where he got it all from. And it was their choice whether to reveal certain bits of information- which, they had not. Poe made this clear.


The comment about Han Solo's death threw Poe off guard, though. "That's..." He began, unsure of how to respond. So he didn't. He moved on. "General Organa never got around to telling me exactly what she was looking for- I don't think she expected me to crash-land here." He admitted, exhaling through his nose at Reveille's dryness once again. "I was told that you were looking for something very important." Leia also said that she would tell him what it was when he landed- but that wasn't really a choice now, considering the ship he had used was in ruins.

"And no, I wasn't suppose to kill you. I was just supposed to detain you, but, you know." Poe gestured to the situation at hand. "General Organa was very adamant about keeping you alive." It frustrated him that he wasn't aware of what he needed to look for; hopefully he'd be able to get in touch with someone. Poe's thoughts began to drift again; he was supposed to detain her. What will he do when the time comes for then to separate? How will he explain it to Leia? Poe wasn't sure if he would just let Reveille go or not- but that would be going against the little truce they had going on. It was temporary, sure, but still a truce. This gave the pilot some very conflicted feelings.

Reveille was something else; she seemed very cold and calculated, but Poe felt like there was something else going on with her. He just didn't know exactly what it was- he'd certainly try to find out. The pilot almost made it a little side mission to crack that dry exterior she had...and it was probably going to be one of the hardest things he's ever done, but, no better time than now. What with their temporary truce and all.​

 

[Lucyfer]

Kylo didn’t believe Sinya in the least as she laid the compliments on thickly, shown through not just the words but the act of going around him to look at it all. He managed to hold and allow her, but he could feel his anger bubbling up more and more. He really didn’t think it’d be a bad idea to let it out at this party, but he wouldn’t say that right then, just let her finish her fawning. ‘Would Snoke be terribly upset if she died?’ Probably not. It meant he wouldn’t have to pay her again.

Then again, he’d wondered the same thing about Armitage and Reveille and Snoke still kept them alive, for whatever reason he thought they were useful, and not planning to stab him in the back. ‘No, he knows they’re thinking that.’ He remembered confronting Snoke on it shortly after the death of Admiral Brooks by Armitage Hux himself.

Not that he cared a lick about Brooks, but Armitage had killed more high-ranking officials than anyone else in the Order and gotten cleanly away with it. Of course, he had reasons…for the ones the public knew about. Kylo knew there were several deemed accident, illness, or otherwise uncertain causes, that were also Armitage’s actions.

And he was the one with anger issues.

Sinya moved to change, and Kylo let her, continuing away to put up his clothing in the cockpit, behind the co-pilot’s seat. He pulled out his lightsaber from the mess, and considered how best to include it on his person. He could strap it around this red attire on a belt, but that seemed too obvious. ‘No, there’s a belt, just keep it under.’ The belt with the attire was cloth, and easily molded over the black one he strapped on, and over the lightsaber. He just made sure the lightsaber wasn’t too obviously forward, as there was a bit of a bump there.

When Sinya came back, she had changed into the dress, not jingling as much, but the jingling was obvious. There was a headdress now, too, something he was familiar with seeing on twi’leks, as if it were their own skin. The dress matched fairly well with what he was wearing, as if it was planned – though, he supposed, she had plenty of options and just picked one that matched on purpose.

For some reason, it relaxed him a bit to know they’d match. That there’d be little question who he was with.

He took his seat and strapped in, allowing her to get them into lightspeed. He was about to ask about Varish again.

He did scowl at her answer. “No,” he said, “I don’t trust you. You can tell me, or I can just take it from your mind,” Kylo stated, but added, “I’m already willing to play along. You can tell me so I do not inadvertently ruin your plot.” Or decide it wasn’t working, because he didn’t know what it was, and go after Varish himself.

Either way, he was finding out.

~***~

‘Something very important is putting it…mildly.’ Reveille wondered if Poe knew, and was covering it up, or if he didn’t know. Did the Resistance know, or did they simply know she was looking for something and her behavior ticked them off that it had to be important? Reveille wished there was an easy way to get the information out of Poe without revealing her hand, of how important it was to her.

Possibly to the Resistance, but she had a feeling it wasn’t quite as important to them.

Her right hand could still clench into a fist as she wordlessly shortened her mental list of people she was going to kill when she got back. Or at the very least, interrogate thoroughly.

“Detain, of course,” Reveille felt like rolling her eyes. “I assure you it would be a foolish idea, unless the Resistance has finally learned how to hold its stomach against unpleasant interrogation techniques.” Unlikely. The Resistance had to uphold its position as morally superior. “I deal with Commander Ren often enough, I daresay anything the Resistance has to offer is anywhere near as tortuous. You ought to know better than most.”

He’d faced Ren’s mode of interrogation before, and broken under it, too. Reveille had never had her mind pried into, thank all the stars, but she’d dealt with enough of Ren to know the Resistance had nothing to match the sheer agony of working with such an insubordinate brat. It was no wonder he was royalty! He fit the title of entitled too well.

“It would be a waste of your Resistance’s time to bother with me. They should aim lower.” The base came into sight, and unfortunately, Reveille could tell her pilot had already abandoned the area with her shuttle. ‘Oh well.’ There was still the chance there was something useful there, or they could rig the communications to work again so they could call for aid.

Which could be…problematic.

Trust was already quite slim.

 

[Cosmonautx]

As Kylo stated his mistrust in her, she only shrugged. "Fair-" She began, but paused when he mentioned taking it from her mind. Almost immediately, she tensed, but not out of fear. "You keep your prying eyes to yourself." She hissed, looking at him with her own anger, for once. Not that he'd be intimidated by her; but what he said seemed to cause such a physical reaction. Sinya didn't care about him seeing her dumb plans on how to grab Varish- it was everything else she wanted him to stay away from. The way Sinya looked at him for that split second as like a wild creature; but it wasn't long before she was back to just...contentment.

"We're still going to grab her," Sinya told him, now keeping her eyes focused ahead now, instead of on him. "I've mingled my way into higher social circles before, I can do it again." She gripped onto the steer on of the ship, despite her contentment. "Playing bartender isn't too hard; spiking her drink will be easy. Once I get into that position." Sinya muttered, releasing her grip once she realized how tight it was. She took a deep breath, relaxing slightly, trying to remind herself that it was only a mission. After this, she could go about her business and bit have to deal with any of these people ever again. That's what she was promised.

If the drink plan didn't work, Sinya had a backup- she always had a backup plan. That, however, is something she would keep to herself, because hopefully everything would go smoothly.

It wasn't long before the planet was in sight; Sinya making the ship come to a more steady pace as they approached it. "I know who I am, do you?" Sinya questioned, not looking at Kylo. She seemed to be suggesting at a fake identity- if he should so choose to have one. She always did- even had identification ports made especially for her...alter egos, so to speak. Sinya just had to choose one and she'd be fine; she never used her real name for such things. The only reason she was using her actual name when associating with first order was because Snoke had already known somehow. It was kinda creepy.

---

Poe did know better than most; first hand, actually. It was quite the unpleasant memory, one that made him shiver when he thought about it.


"I do know, yes." He answered, a tone of distaste evident when he spoke. The look on his face further proved his point. However, Poe seemed to be relieved when he saw the base come into view, glancing towards Reveille before he began to pick up the pace- Bad idea. Very bad idea. "Oh, Skrog-" Poe hissed, clutching his side as he slowed down. He just wanted to get the base as quickly as possible, but he had temporarily forgotten about the injures he had sustained. He bent over, resting the palms of his hands on his knees as he heaved a little. That really got him, huh?

"You...you go ahead." Poe waved at Reveille. "I'm just gonna...take a second." He might have actually bruised something- probably a rib. It was like he had just reignited every pain sensor in his body- it was awful. After a moment, Poe found the motivation to move again, following Reveille once more. Poe didn't say anything, just winced as he walked with her towards the base.

It was in her benefit, unfortunately for Poe. This means he had no chance of running away- if he had chosen to do so. A frustrated sigh left the pilot as he began to realize that he was stuck here with Reveille. And communications was going to be a pain in the Frizz. Poe wondered how exactly they were going to achieve getting into contact with generally anyone from their respective units. It was going to be difficult to explain exactly why he, a resistance pilot, was shacked up with someone working with the First Order. Something was going to have to give- there was no way Poe wouldn't be killed if they sent recruitment for her, first.

That was going to have to be a later issue, though.

"Please tell me there's somewhere for me to lay down in there," Poe let out; he seemed to look a bit hazed. That crash might have done more damage than he thought.
​

 

[Lucyfer]

The reaction wasn’t an unfamiliar one.

People who knew what Kylo was capable of, whether they’d gone through it before or hadn’t, tended to react so viscerally if they knew there was a choice. The mind was the last private space a person had. They kept so many terrible thoughts there, and they never wanted them lain bare. Even when they hadn’t done anything wrong, or knew anything at all, their thoughts always betrayed who they were inside.

And it was always ugly.

So he didn’t react at all to her reaction, except to lift his brows, the silent signal that whether he kept his ‘eyes’ to himself was her decision. She spoke, and he would let her retain the semblance of having privacy, or she didn’t, and he removed all illusion of it.

Naturally, Sinya chose to speak.

She wasn’t hiding state secrets, after all.

Her plan was simply to spike Varish’s drink, and then no doubt play into escorting Varish somewhere ‘safe’. Safety would be a lie, but that didn’t matter. ‘What about her guards, or people with her?’ Kylo wanted to question much about how effectively this plan could work, but he could wait.

Let it play out, and then see what struggles they had after that.

“Was that so hard?” he couldn’t help but ask, a bit chiding, before she mentioned who she was. Identities. Right.

He hadn’t planned on any false identities, and his brows knit together, struggling to figure out someone who could be there. “Who are you?” he asked, thinking that might help him create a falsehood that would have reason to be along with her. “I don’t even know what the point of this party is.”

Maybe there wasn’t one…but there still had to be some flimsy idea behind invitations and mingling, right?

~***~

‘They really don’t raise you Resistance with much for brains, do they?’ Reveille considered as Poe darted ahead, only to be greeted with instant regret. And he told her to be careful with the arm. She sighed, somehow not finding any smug amusement at his predicament. Just exasperation. She didn’t go ahead, though. Even if there was unlikely anything out here to harm Poe, and she shouldn’t care if there was, she waited just a couple of steps ahead for him to pull it together.

Besides, rest wasn’t a bad thing for her. Every little twitch of her arm still sent pain through it, so walking wasn’t exactly fun. She just knew how to grit her teeth and bear it.

When Poe got it together enough to ask a question, she offered, “I’m sure there’s a floor, as for cots, I have no idea. I have not had time to explore the base to know if it was one lived in just yet, though I suspect it was,” so he might find something comfortable to lay down on, as she figured out how to get in touch with her forces.

Which…wouldn’t be good for Poe.

Not that getting in touch with his forces would be good for her.

Somehow, they needed to find at least one working ship, or some way to repair a ship, so one of them could get off this planet. ‘The Order is likely to come back and investigate this area as well. Armitage wouldn’t believe me dead without a body….’ That was another point against Poe’s safety.

It shouldn’t matter.

“You might want to prioritize pain pills. You need to get off this planet before my brother comes looking for me. I doubt he’ll care much about a formal execution.” Reveille noted, before striding ahead to the doors of the base, and the locking mechanism. She only had to plug in her datapad and it began to run through all the known codes of separatist bases, one of which worked, unlocking the door, before deactivating the rest of the locks through the base on Reveille’s input command.