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[ Two network posts within a month of each other? From Kylo Ren? Must be a special occasion!

Anyway, Riverview's resident space goth is making a post today for business reasons, not tantrum reasons, even if he obviously appears troubled. But like, it's Kylo. He always seems at least a little conflicted, troubled, and/or angry. ]

I'm looking for new members to join the Prometheus Salvaging Team. [ He says that with some reluctance. THE TRUTH IS: he's got to fill in some gaps, particularly because he still can't actually go into the field again until he gets his medical clearance.

Thanks SOOOOO MUCH FOR SHOOTING HIM, John Sheppard! ]

The work will take you outside the wall on behalf of Prometheus Labs. You must have adequate combat and survival skills-- which you'll be tested on-- and the ability to follow directions. If you're interested, send me a message.

[ He starts to scowl a little, and adds: ] Serious inquiries only.

[ REBEL SCUM NEED NOT APPLY. ]

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[ Oh, kriff. ]

Nothing! Why would anything be under my ... [ Two tiny kittens peep out from their cardboard box, curious if it's safe now all the loud noises have stopped. Not knowing what else to do, Hux folds an arm and bites the nails of his other hand. ] ... bed.

Don't hurt them -

[ He shoots Hux a dirty look, like, hey. He may be a violent killer who throws tantrums and slices people in half, but he draws the line at hurting kittens! How dare you.

Removing a glove, he extends a hand to the little creatures, to give them a chance to sniff and judge his character for themselves. ]

What are their names?

[ He's curious, okay? There were plenty of times in his life when his only friends were animals. ]

[ Maybe Ren has a violent allergy to kittens that can only be cured via lightsaber, how does Hux know. He watches him anxiously, only glancing away when the kettle boils and he pours out his tea. ]

I haven't named them. They were strays near the flood.

[ Because Armitage may have murdered billions of innocent people but he draws the line at letting kittens drown, of course. He's not a monster. ]

[ SEE, THEY'RE BOTH GREAT GUYS. Practically saints.

In any case, Ren huffs, just barely refraining from rolling his eyes. At least one of the kittens seems interested in his hand, playfully batting at it with tiny needle claws. ]

You're keeping them. They should have names.

[ It's not even a question. OBVIOUSLY, you're keeping these cats if they're here. ]

I intend to release them when they're big enough and the waters have receded.

[ That is The Plan, anyway. He'll have to see how well it goes at a later date. Leaning against the wall with his tea cupped in his hands, he sips and observes Ren with the kittens. The one that isn't playfully swiping at him is exploring around his knees.

Hux huffs. ]

Very well, they can be Dreadnought and Megaclass.

[ Is he tooling, or?? ]

[ Pausing in his battle of fingers vs claws (giving the kitten a chance to violently hug his hand and bunny kick it), Ren looks up at Hux.

Like.

Did Hux just tell a joke?

Kylo lets out a surprised laugh, COMPLETELY AGAINST HIS WILL, then looks at the kittens again as he untangles his hand from its sharp and fuzzy prison. ]

This one seems like a Dreadnought.

[ Megaclass is OBVIOUSLY the larger one. ]

[ Is that the sound of the Supremacy being carved in two by a hyperspace lane??? No, it's Kylo Ren laughing. Just as disturbing, honestly. ]

You name them.

[ Since he was joking, in fact. And who would actually name a poor kitten like that; Millicent would be horrified. ]

[ Scoff. ]

I'm not naming them. They're yours, not mine.

[ Besides, the stupid joke names were perfectly fine. But, as the kittens gambol around and start wrestling... ]

Anakin and Padme.

[ YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. GRANDMA AND GRANDPA.

Look he's just saying names on the fly. ]

Annie and Paddy, fine.

[ THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TROLLING. Smooth acceptance of your grandpa-centric bullshit.

Hux sets down his drink and bends down on a knee to scoop up the bigger kitten trying to chew on Ren's clothes, holding it close to his neck, swiftly swooping up the other one before it lands on its belly. ]

I have to take something stronger for my throat but they need feeding, their food is in packets inside the bedside table, next to their dishes. Mash it up with a fork first.

[ And that's how General Hux deposited two kittens on his not-so Supreme Leader. ]

[ Oh. Well!!! GOOD. Ani and Padi it is.

And now here's Ren. Tasked with feeding kittens. Which he'd normally balk at, but they're small, helpless creatures (sure to grow into fierce hunters in time), and he does feel some inclination to make up for his earlier behavior.

Since he is the reason Hux has to go get something for his throat. ]

Fine. But this is the only time I'm feeding your cats.

[ Come on, grandma and grandpa. You've got some gross cat food to eat. ]

They're not mine.

[ He has a cat and she is wonderful, these are just. Playing with his heartstrings. They'll one day run away like the feral beasts they are, he's sure, and abandon him! But, for now Hux heads out to grab a medikit from another lab, returning once he's made use of the cooling pad on his neck and drank a spoonful of disgusting medicine. He needs space from Ren and his whiplash moodswings more than anything, trying to steady his shaking hands.

He isn't sure what he'll find when he returns to his office, hopefully not fur flying ... ]

[ Pffth, have some faith in feral beasts.

Ren intends to feed the cats and go on his way once the creatures are properly tended to. That's his plan, to feed them and run and put an end to this entire strained interaction.

The cats have other plans, it seems, because as soon as they're finished devouring their food, they crawl onto his lap and insist upon being lavished with the attention they deserve.

Annnnnd then they fell asleep. On him. And now he can't escape. Because he's not such a monster that he'd move a sleeping cat, let alone two. ]

Good grief, those cats have achieved what years in briefings could not: you're seated for longer than five minutes. They must be brimming with the Force.

[ This is Hux's appraisal where he stands in the doorway, lips twisted in amusement. His voice is raspy and thin but there's no heat behind his words and he nods to the kettle. ]

Do you drink tea? Since you're evidently a semi-permanent fixture now.

[ SCOFF. ]

The cats are more interesting than a briefing.

[ Wow, Kylo, what a great Supreme Leader you would have made...

He looks over at Hux, a bit of surprise evident in his face. ]

I usually drink caf. [ Because it's just too strange to accept a cup of tea from General Hux. Then again, they've breezed well beyond 'strange' during their adolescent adventures, and even now, in this very office, with Kylo tending to kittens.

(They are rather soothing little creatures.) ]

But. I wouldn't say no to tea.

[ WELL THERE ISN'T ANY CAFF so tea it'll have to be, one way or another. Brusquely making a cup, he sets it down on the bedside table and makes a hasty exit to the workshop. Seated at a desk, he activates the datapads he built and sits surrounded in a half-circle glow of blue, trying to forget Ren is playing with kittens on his bed and also trying to remember how engineering works. A cough occasionally breaks free. Hux stares at reams of schematics.

He wishes Jim were around to lift his spirits, blue-eyed and handsome and kind. ]

[ Sitting here with kittens napping on top of him, while Hux is just outside the office, in his workshop, is even more off-putting than sitting with kittens in total solitude. Especially as he can sense some... longing coming from the other man, for some other fellow, with blue eyes and an easy smile--

No. He really doesn't want to know. This is all awkward enough without getting the distinct impression of the person General Hux CLEARLY FANCIES.

At least that is enough incentive to lift the kittens' tiny bodies from his lap, and place them on the bed. Great, now his trousers are speckled with fur. (That's what happens when your entire wardrobe is BLACK.) And they're mewing at him. And-- okay. He'll just quickly pat them, dust his pants off, and stride out of the office.

He casts a quick look at Hux, and the datapads, and says, voice somewhat stilted with discomfort: ] I... would like to hear about your projects sometime.

[ His interest, on that end, is genuine, at least. But then, as he makes his way to the exit, he can't help but throw out one parting barb, because, well. It's Kylo, and the longer he plays nice with Hux, the more foolish he feels. ] By the way. You pine too loudly.

[ It's jilting how quickly Hux can go from planning a comment about which date Ren would prefer to come over to wishing he was dead, what a telepathic horror. No. Actually, no, he says with a simmering, quiet decisiveness. ]

I'm not building anything for you. I won't, not again.

[ WHAT. He whirls around to face Hux. ]

I didn't pry, if that's what you're thinking!

[ You're just LOUD. With your gross feelings. ]

Maybe you should go back to school when it comes to casually ransacking your way through other people's minds!

[ Shit, his throat is really aching. He needs a glass of water but rage is keeping him locked where he sits, glaring over the blue glow of schematics. ]

It's not acceptable, Ren.

[ Not when it comes to Hux, anyway. ]

I didn't have to ransack; it was coming off you in waves!

[ An exaggeration on his part, sure, but he resents the accusation that he's just tromping around in Hux's thick skull. ]

Believe me, I don't want to know who you're infatuated with.

How dare you! As if I would ever -! You're absurd!

[ Startled to hear the truth out loud, especially from Ren's callous tongue weaving hateful words, he stands up abruptly. With more heat than he likes to imagine he uses, he turns his back on Ren and storms back toward the office. ]

I've had enough of you, just get out!

FINE!

[ You best believe he slams the door on his way out. ]

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