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there was nearly too much going on for her to keep her head straight, and iden felt an immense amount of pressure to get things done in a more than timely manner. what had happened with her mysterious imperial contact looking to sabotage sloane couldn’t sit on the back burner anymore, even with the disaster that had occurred at the hapes consortium. another defector like kallus might have better information for a next step. “i need to pick your brain.” he’s not getting much choice on this, but at least a warning. “zeb tell you about the mission we did together, like, two months ago?”

“poe! oh, thank the force,” fee gripped onto their arm, fingers digging in tightly to his bicep for a moment. she’d had no intention of being drawn out of the private first order base, hidden away, but staying put had ceased when it had begun to put their own life in danger. unfortunately, being back in public meant the act was back on, her own private reprieve ended. “what happened in there? i stepped outside for one minute and all hell breaks loose.”

had he not already known about the anti-jedi sentiment, kanan was certain that he still would’ve been aware of it coming off the guards of the event, rolling in waves toward him from the moment that he checked his lightsaber ( begrudgingly ) at the door. he felt naked without it hanging on his hip. “have you seen sabine anywhere?” the slightest bit of worry underneath his tone, though it was only habitual that he tried to hide it. “i have a feeling they’re going to themself into some trouble.” hopefully not without the rest of them. 

“As unkind as it is to point a blaster at them? My apologies. I’ve grown accustomed to treading carefully as of late.” He resisted the urge to reach for his own blaster. A calm facade would do him more favors here. Hux’s gaze darted from the blaster up to Kallus’s face. He’d recognize the man anywhere, even without an Imperial uniform or his hair slicked back to comply with regulations. After Ren’s little coup, Hux had spent hours going over every scrap of information he could scrounge up on the Fulcrum agents, studying them for inspiration and methodology. Enough that Hux had no illusions about his chances if it came to a fight. Kallus had spied from the heart of the Empire and lived to tell the tale; Hux had... not. So he spoke quickly, maintaining a familiar alcoholic rasp and a deeper tone, hoping the beard he’d grown out would take care of the rest. “My name is Brendol Hux. I’m familiar with your work. I’d like to do something similar.”

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Hux scoffed. "And what exactly does that say for your confidence, considering that this is coming from the single most loud-mouthed man in the galaxy?" His voice had risen to a shout. Catching a few pointed glances exchanged among his bridge officers, he snapped, "Get back to your duties and FIRE AT WILL!"

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there’d been a brief time where trilla had been fine with such a thing theirself –– money to keep things afloat, to keep far away from the empire’s radar. there’s not purpose for that now. but the words, and perhaps their own large bias that already existed against him spark a line of thinking that spilled past their lips without much regard. “is that why you did what you did, then? for some kind of payment?” there’s bite in the delivery, a cold edge they’d maintained even through all their other changes.