"For all of us."

Thrawn dodged out of the way as a bit of blasterfire came towards him now, obviously it looked like the Grand Admiral had turned on his own men however he bared his teeth as he got into a new position to fire, firing on Siro and his own men he didn’t care for the moment, could barely distinguish what should be destroyed and all.

He genuinely looked distracted for a little as he looked away for once but he brought his gaze back easily. “No, I won’t… But my brother will. That is why I asked you to contact him when you are done… I never understood politics, have you? I always asked my brother what he saw in it, he said it was a calling… He is a weird man but I am glad he is enjoying his life with his wife… Haven’t met her yet but she sounds like a darling from what my brother has said of her. Oh come on… What are you waiting for? I have nothing to hide, nothing to have foreseen. My brother lies in wait at the Ascendancy for a return I will never make… I’ve met my end and I have accepted it.”

Thrawn gave a light shrug. “There is only so much a bravado can portray isn’t there?” He asked, when he heard the blaster tear apart his furniture though he did not allow his anger to rush through him, it would do him no good. He did not answer her yet as he put the cig back in his mouth and then began to draw his own blaster, already being very ready to move as he watched her carefully. “Lets dance, lets see how long I last before I get my blaster out. Oh and can you contact my brother? His name is Mitth’ras’safis… I want you to tell him that I am sorry for choosing this path, and I wish him plenty of luck in his endeavors in being a politician.” He replied now.

Thrawn gave his own little smirk now. “Your confidence is admirable… It would be more so admirable if there wasn’t at least twenty rifles pointing your way… You should know I choose my grounds very well, you walked into a bait. A blatant bait and yet…” He chuckled quietly. Arrogance shining through as always. He finally took the cig out of his mouth after a little, breathing out a small plume of smoke before watching her carefully with his ruby eyes. “And you felt the need to point at my heart instead of my head? Have you accounted for the fact I am a Chiss, I do move?”

“And yet you haven’t taken a care for your surroundings have you?”

He shrugged. “The girl supposedly killed our Supreme Leader, so I do blame her for all of this in some capacity.The thing here is that I don’t get to care anymore.”

“I am going to ignore her so hard when I go back.” Maybe she was petty, but what about all the Resistance members that gave their lives for the good, literally, and have fought for years since they were kids. Siro didn’t appreciate the new comers being called the heroes. They should just join the lines like everyone else. 

“Sounds lovely,” he said. “But I can’t see what they would want with a former general.”

He looked back at her, equally dead in his eyes. “Do you think I am scared? Or need I remind you it‘s you who came here up to me? If you want to enjoy your drink, just do and enjoy your drink, as I do with mine.”

“Hmm, agreeable.” She turned back and put her blaster away. “We are taking a few minute vacation from the war. Outside this place though, I’ll drag your ass to Resistance and let them do whatever they do at the base.”

“I suppose,” he said, ordering another drink. “But am I still your enemy? Or am I your enemy for life? Why aren’t you killing me yet, little girl?”

Siro looked forward dead bored and let the bottle of beer drop down between her fingers onto the counter. She slowly turned to Hux and pointed at his balls with a blaster. “Oh I could do something far worse than kill you, carrot top, but I’ve just come back from a mission and am trying to enjoy a drink.”

“How interesting,” he said and drank a bit more. “Do you also have a sixth sense for our names?”

“What makes you think I need my guards? Or that they aren’t here somewhere?” Hux asked, drinking a shot. “Or that I care about talking with you right now?”

He laughed softly and shook his head. She seemed to be expecting torture next, but she was mistaken. Pain could be useful, but it was not always the most efficient method of interrogation. 

“Perhaps you know this already, but when designing Starkiller, we considered several different locations. We ultimately decided on an unpopulated planet for the sake of secrecy and simplicity, but we collected a great deal of information about the other potential places.” He spoke casually, completely changing the subject. 

“For example, we considered Dantooine as a candidate for the weapon. We could have saved resources by converting the old Republic base into our own,  but the population of the planet would have been difficult to deal with. The humans living on Dantooine are mostly farmers. Did you know that?”

Siro noticed the sudden change of the subject, and she was confused. Also the way the general spoke and behaved had her unnerved. It couldn’t mean anything good. Only people who knew they really had the upper hand completely acted that way.

And then he mentioned Dantooine. She froze. Dantooine was her home planet. Of course she knew. Her family were a line of farmers. And now she had to be careful. Did Hux know who she was, and that Dantooine was her home?

“Humans of Dantooine live in peace, keep to their own and just farm! The planet doesn’t even have that much valuable metals! You wouldn’t dare to go there, it would make the war worse.” She couldn’t bare thinking her own family in the middle of the war.