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[ Hux is seated at a desk with his chin resting on curled fingers, not quite at ease but in a stylised sort of contemplation. Black blazer (donned just for the broadcast) over an immaculate white shirt; civilian clothes because he can't exactly wear his uniform all the time, his meagre handout of credits having been put to tasteful use. It means nothing on this moon whether he wears FO insignia, anyway. Won't leave an impression. No, that's all down to him and a smooth introduction. ]
Good Evening. This is an appeal to anyone who may have access to a shuttle, the kind commonly used for interstellar purposes. Should it be possible to procure an adequate pilot, I'm willing to pay for a private aerial viewing of the Abandoned City. Your craft ought to have defensive measures and attack capabilities, of course, as a standard precaution. I'd rather not take chances.
Other than that, I'm ... flexible on price.
[ But not so much that he'll let himself be robbed by a scam artist, says the glint of a green eye. ]
Any amenability to this proposal is appreciated.
[ He dismisses the broadcast without another word but a curt nod that he intends to signal some measure of gratitude. Not that it matters unless someone actually responds. Having deliberately snubbed approaching Ren prior to this, Hux is also prepared to hear some loud, nasal complaintsand Rebel scum whining from the eaves. ]
Good Evening. This is an appeal to anyone who may have access to a shuttle, the kind commonly used for interstellar purposes. Should it be possible to procure an adequate pilot, I'm willing to pay for a private aerial viewing of the Abandoned City. Your craft ought to have defensive measures and attack capabilities, of course, as a standard precaution. I'd rather not take chances.
Other than that, I'm ... flexible on price.
[ But not so much that he'll let himself be robbed by a scam artist, says the glint of a green eye. ]
Any amenability to this proposal is appreciated.
[ He dismisses the broadcast without another word but a curt nod that he intends to signal some measure of gratitude. Not that it matters unless someone actually responds. Having deliberately snubbed approaching Ren prior to this, Hux is also prepared to hear some loud, nasal complaints
video; un: ghostking
[ nico wouldn't blame him if he did, but this guy doesn't look like the type to take a romp through the woods. ]
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No one leaves the shuttle once it's airborne. What do you mean, there are corpses out there? From what?
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Assuming you can see out of it to properly survey the area. That's what you're after, right? Can't do that without getting your feet a little wet.
And no. I'm talking about the spirits of the people who came before. [ lifts his brows and leans closer. ] You know. Ghosts.
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[ Ghosts and the Force and blahblahwhatever. ]
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[ shrugs a bit. ]
You'll find this moon isn't as equipped as most people from space or whatever are used to. [ a beat and then his already dark eyes darken further. ] And you should be careful. There are quite a few people here who might take offence to spirits or other such things being considered "nonsense".
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You're not going to start vaunting the Force, are you? [ He is 300% Done with that sort of talk, thank Ren for that. ] Spirits are not real, boy, they are the delusions of an ill mind and nothing more.
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[ a slight snarl as he tilts his head. his oil-slick eyes go darker still, flaring with the light of a madman as he bares his teeth. ]
I have decades on you, sonny. And I have no idea what force you're talking about. All I'm saying is that you better get used to magic and spirits because they're real and all around you. I can prove it.
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