( Observing with a sort of detached, bored interest, Kylo notes with relief the auditory torture of Hux's endless monologue drawing to a sharp close. Negotiations have not deteriorated, and there will be an installation of First Order troops on the planet before their departure the following morning. He's somewhat relieved not to have needed any of the Knights to step in and apply pressure where necessary, if only because their resources could be better spent elsewhere. Like the girl on the end of the tin can string.
If she's here, then it's for a reason, and if she's here, then he has a chance at reclaiming what he lost previously, both in terms of overall goals and in the Supreme Leader's standings. Unwilling to miss his chance at exploiting her tenacity, her curiosity, Kylo excuses himself without saying anything to anyone. It's been a handful of minutes since she inquired into his reasons for being planetside when he's meant to be traveling at light speed toward Snoke, and Kylo finds that he enjoys the idea that she might be sweating it out somewhere, wondering if he's cut the cord between them or if he's masked himself from her probing thoughts while honing in on her, ready to strike. )
You left a distinct parting gift the last time we were in the same star system.
( He doesn't cushion the flare of contempt that flashes her way across the channel, letting her feel the brunt of it while reaching out a hand to key open a door. The atmosphere on this planet is thick and heavy with smog and the constant smell of mixed spices from an open air market. It's filled with people who smell of sweat and dirt and the grit underneath fingernails. His mask filters most of it out, but he prefers the ventilated, metallic ring of the Finalizer. With so little for him to accomplish on the ground, Kylo resents the fact that he and his comrades were brought here as an intimidation tactic. It's beneath them. Better to make something out of nothing, though. )
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If she's here, then it's for a reason, and if she's here, then he has a chance at reclaiming what he lost previously, both in terms of overall goals and in the Supreme Leader's standings. Unwilling to miss his chance at exploiting her tenacity, her curiosity, Kylo excuses himself without saying anything to anyone. It's been a handful of minutes since she inquired into his reasons for being planetside when he's meant to be traveling at light speed toward Snoke, and Kylo finds that he enjoys the idea that she might be sweating it out somewhere, wondering if he's cut the cord between them or if he's masked himself from her probing thoughts while honing in on her, ready to strike. )
You left a distinct parting gift the last time we were in the same star system.
( He doesn't cushion the flare of contempt that flashes her way across the channel, letting her feel the brunt of it while reaching out a hand to key open a door. The atmosphere on this planet is thick and heavy with smog and the constant smell of mixed spices from an open air market. It's filled with people who smell of sweat and dirt and the grit underneath fingernails. His mask filters most of it out, but he prefers the ventilated, metallic ring of the Finalizer. With so little for him to accomplish on the ground, Kylo resents the fact that he and his comrades were brought here as an intimidation tactic. It's beneath them. Better to make something out of nothing, though. )
Which begs the question: are you looking for me?