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[fhux]

[ 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 complaints and Rebel scum whining from the eaves. ]

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[killthepast]

[ Eyes narrowing, Ren shifts forward in his seat, directing a glare at Hux. He winces slightly, almost imperceptibly, as his injuries protest the movement, but he endeavors to remain strong in the face of his rival. ]

'Something less useful'? [ Schooling his voice into something calm and... mild. CASUAL, EVEN. ] What are you implying?

[fhux]

[ In the same even tone, but with a clipped edge, ]

Get rid of your distractions, we should talk privately.

[hypothermic]

Please. If I were a hooker, neither of you could afford me.

[It's hard to ruffle Leonard's feathers. He doesn't have a personal stake in any of this, other than Kylo's continued safety under his protection.

Leonard does have a reputation to maintain. Coming after Kylo is as good as coming after him, and that simply won't do.]

But a distraction? Well, I'd say I try, but...

[He bats his eyelashes at the camera, folding both hands modestly over one knee with an innocent shrug.]

Whatever you have to say to him, you can say in front of me. We are allies. You can call me Cold. The pleasure is yours.

[fhux]

[ He doesn't do Ren the grace of refraining from rolling his eyes, doing so as he sits back and picks up his mug of caff. Hux doesn't acknowledge the outsider, certainly not about to speak plainly in front of a stranger whether Ren thinks he's an amusing playmate or not. There are protocols to be followed and, frankly, Hux thinks he deserves more than to share his supposed Supreme Leader's attention with a clown.

He's the general of Ren's armies. Fuck him. He deserves better than this and doesn't hide his disgust. ]

Contact me when you're in less of a mood to entertain these frivolities.

[ Hanging up. ]