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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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[bythehand]

[ Finn wishes the portal worked like a magic 8-ball. This is a bad result. Shake it until it goes away and something better pops up. Which idk would maybe work better as a metaphor if he knew what a magic 8-ball was to begin with. I personally am as excited to have Hux as I am late to remember I tabbed this open. ]

How much more do you think someone would have to pay your pilot to drop you there and leave you? Hypothetically.

[ Maybe he really just wishes he had Rose and/or her space taser stick around right now. ]

[fhux]

Ah, the disappointment rears his head.

[ It's a little personal for Hux that Finn defected. Brendol trained troopers from birth and Armitage continued the intensive exercise after his father's death, the rigorous training worked ... until this coward couldn't handle it. Hux's inheritance, his first life's work prior to Starkiller Base, is tainted by the fact Finn is still alive to dare to draw breath. ]

You needn't concern yourself with this business, FN-2187. Or, in fact, anything you hear from First Order personnel in the future.

[bythehand]

It's Finn. You can still call me a disappointment if you want.

[ He never thought he'd miss "traitor" being spat at him in varying venomous tones. He knows it's as good as fruitless to think the correction will stick. Sort of the principle of the matter.

Finn's not really of a mood to make this a dirty-laundry airing, though. Public network. A lot of factors he's been trying to keep a handle on. And the First Order hasn't got a foothold here. It won't get one. If he doesn't tell himself that, he may in fact implode before the week is out. ]

Aerial survey's the best way to go. For the Abandoned City. Smart to ask about it. [ He wants to punch him in the face. He wants at least a slap. For karma.

Life's not always fair though, is it. ]

Try not to get yourself blacklisted.

[fhux]

[ Gross, take back that wry praise. He knows he's right!! ]

Don't condescend to advise me.

[bythehand]

[ He will never take it back it's too late. ]

I've got a couple months on you. That's normally what they call a good position to advise from. There are a lot of people in that position.

[ And Hux can get orientation 2.0 from someone who doesn't basically wanna shove him in a locker, probably. Surely someone will be out there. ]