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Phasma had never expected to hear the name Armitage Hux again, unless it was included in a bounty announcement. But now, she heard his name on the lips of common cantina thugs and locals alike, debating the rise of the former General in the new galactic government, rebuilding itself from the rubble the First Order had left it in, and whether they would answer his call for a new bodyguard.

It didn’t take the former Captain, now bounty hunter, long to track his contacts down. He was a public figure again, but far more accessible. She might as well have looked him up at a data center. And that sort of publicity, mixed with his history...she could only imagine what the old Resistance would think of it. What would-be assassins would be coming out of the woodwork to find him.

Many had applied through the proper channels, sent data files like resumes. Phasma, however, sent nothing but her name. Within minutes, she received coordinates in response.

THRASHING PROBABLY WASN’T HIS BEST BET,  in fact, it was his worst idea yet at this rate. the net tangles further around him, both from his frantic movements and the reeling in of the net. it’s only when he breaks the surface that he stops, blond hair flopping in his face, and his hands move to push it out of his gaze, catching sight of another.

Rey’s eyes darted behind her repeatedly as she ran through the marketplace. She’d knicked an apple out of desperation; she was HUNGRY. Who could fault her? She’d finally made it back to her little shack, immediately taking a crisp bite before hearing a rattling noise and turning sharply to the intruder, staff in hand and ready to use.

His hair was light and he wore a grey uniform. Was he one of THEM? He couldn’t be much older than she was.

If Ben was being honest with himself he didn’t really know why he had come here. Yes, he didn’t think he had anywhere else to go but he was here and he was staying, no matter what that meant for him. There was so much that he wanted to do and change that he couldn’t and he was not with Snoke to train under him, as his apprentice. Ben had fought so hard to not give in to the path he thought was his only choice but that had all been for naught it seemed. It was his first week and he didn’t know what was expected besides training, not only with Snoke but with the other apprentices that had come with him but he didn’t know if this was a good idea. What he did know was that Snoke thought he had potential but he didn’t know what if this was truly a good idea. 

Aniasis glanced up at the man, regarded him for a moment, then returned her attention to her porg, Louie. She knew about Armitage Hux. She heard about the bastard child of Brendol Hux far before Artimage himself knew his own name. It had been the gossip of the Imperial elite at the time. 

Now that child was standing in her home, perhaps the savior of her beloved Empire. Aniasis sensed a desire to prove himself in the young general, ultimately to his long-deceased father? That fire and drive could be beneficial.