Click-click. The cuffs are unlocked and shaken off. Be good now.

He's back looking stiff and proper again when he comes out, as if daring the guard to object.

He folds his hands behind his back as well, and moves at a brisk pace. "I know how ruthless the system can be when nobody has your back."

"I had quite a few run-ins with it myself when I was young." He glances at the time. "Are you expected anywhere?"

"I was, yes. Many years ago," he says in amusement. "I see. Want to get something to eat, then?"

Hux at the beach, complaining that the ocean breeze is destroying his carefully gelled hair.

"I was very different back then," he says, his gaze briefly becoming distant, then sharp. "Do you accept the freshly deceased?" In a ship this size, there would always be a supply.

"Then we shall head to the incinerator." Hux pursed his lips. Could he even think of a chapter of his childhood that was appropriate to tell a young person? "I wasn't very interesting as a boy," he said evasively.

Pleased.

(Smiles.) How has he been?

Impatient~? Working with incompetent fools for the most part, but we are finally making progress.

We are working on better ways to filter noise in the galaxy. No matter how hidden, rebels still need to make noise.

Do you want the technical details? Or the scenario?

... Is she alright?

Aha. Is she interested in seeing what new creatures they have acquired?

The sneaky little scoundrels keep their communication through space a minimum, but generate a lot of chatter locally. Naturally local signals are considered impossible to trace unless you are in the immediate vicinity. But not for much longer.

Yes, like animals~

"Ah!" He hadn't seen that coming, and sets his manuals aside.

He gasps. Hux doesn't often get presents. "How beautiful," he remarks about the package as he unwraps it.

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