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The wrecking of the Steadfast (Ch. 5)

In this AU the Steadfast crew survived the battle of Exegol and Hux allied with the Resistance. Say, General Dameron, that’s a cute boyfriend you have there. Wouldn’t it be a shame if he betrayed you all...?

Outtake:

Hux moved behind the stash, out of sight of anybody that might enter the room. Safe from prying eyes he folded back his new coat. Two fingerlong cylinders were fastened to the inside of his belt, perfectly regular rank cylinders used by the First Order.  After a bit of fiddling in the semi-darkness, the owner had retrieved one from its loop. Raising it to his face, he clicked a button – and flinched, when the cylinder spat a colorless liquid.

“Ew, shit, that was the one with the poison…”

Hux carefully put the fake code cylinder on the turned over shelf and wiped his fingers clean on the heaped up curtains. Now it paid off that he hadn’t been able to procure a contact-poison…

Next Hux removed the correct cylinder from his belt and only then put the now empty fake one back again. Once again he pressed the button and held it for as many second as there had been nut shells on the table in the conference room. It was a shot in the dark, but Trach wasn’t the man to nervously play with stuff, like cracking nuts, but then not eating them. It was way more likely that he had left the nutcases behind for the fellow officer. And indeed, after Hux released the button, he heard the scanner officer’s voice: “Commander Trach reporting in.”

Smiling, Hux took a seat on the curtains, with his back against the fallen shelf.

“Good work establishing this private connection, Commander. I foresee a promotion if you have to report anything good.”

“Nothing I could think of, Sir. As a prisoner of war I don’t have your free range, so my options are limited. I only know that the First Order needs a new leader, but that there is no strong willed personality outstanding in our ranks.”

“There’s no pressing need for one. The First Order is largely automated, with no corruption worth speaking of. It goes on even as we speak. A real thing of beauty.”

“I’m not so certain. When the next public holiday rolls around, a symbol will be needed very much. That’s why I have to ask you to come back and lead us!”

“Not as long as Ren lives.”

“Naturally. You have to restore your honor after what he did to you. Or rather, that sentiment held true until the Exegol fiasco. But I was thinking that in our situation even a leader as controversial as you…”

“Controversial.”

There was not an ounce of accusation or hurt pride in the General’s voice, to the contrary, Hux was sneering on his throne of discarded ceremonial curtains. After all, “Controversial” was a far cry above “Universally Rejected”.

“Yes, Sir!” Trach emphasized. “There are so those who’d follow you. Kandia would follow, as would Trenay and…”

A loud hiss made Trach hold his own device at arm’s length. Wherever General Hux had retreated to for this conversation, he seemed to cohabit the place with at least one large and rather feral cat. Oh, well, that was the animal’s problem, not Masir Trach’s.

“Kandia heard me tell Griss to leave Dameron alone during the torture session. I made my wishes as clear as could be, yet she didn’t intervene!” Hux snarled. “What kind of follower is that?”

“Things are different now. There’s a mutual need and you certainly wouldn’t say that again?”

Hux cut the Commander short: “Oh, is that where we’ve arrived at? Conditional obedience? What’s next? A people’s parliament, maybe?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I’m aware. But that’s what your new friends want! A weak leader, whose strings they can pull, because they put him on the throne in the first place.”

“But, Sir! Lord Hux! Please reconsi…”

“Dismissed.”

*click*

“All things considered, that didn’t go too bad”, the "Supreme Leader in Exile" murmured. And Trach hadn’t been that far off the mark, either. There really was no one left, who could have assumed the mantle of leadership. The risk that whoever, and that included Armitage Hux himself, would proclaim themselves the new Supreme Leader would cause a ripple of discontent was real. A civil war might be looming on the horizon.

Let’s assume for a moment four or five splinter factions of about equal strength, then the key to winning would be to dispatch the strongest opposition first, while taking care that the remaining ones don’t band together. Difficult, but doable. An actual cakewalk, if I got the Resistance to ally with my faction. I mean, Rey certainly won’t want anybody associated with the Sith Eternal come out on top. Allying with the rancor’s claws against its teeth might just be acceptable for the rebels in this case. And them having helped me attain the throne would present me with a justification to spare certain individuals after the war.

The distinct hissing of a sliding door interrupted the future Emperor in his taking inventory. Hux peeked behind the corner and spotted Poe, his hand on the blaster in the hip holster.

Little Space Rat! a part of Hux rejoiced, and it momentarily silenced all concerns regarding his political future.

Not moving from the door, Poe called into the room: “Hey, Ember!”

“I’m in the back here!”

“Need a hand?”

“No, I still have mine.”

Now Poe’s feet moved away from the door, deeper into the room.

“Sounds serious”, he laughed, relieved despite the possibility of finding Armitage injured. “What happened?”

“Let’s start with a blasted SHELF falling on me and work ourselves up from there!”

Poe found his friend… lover… whatever putting the badly damaged shelf against the wall and then pointing at the curtains.

“These good enough?”

“Yes, they should do. How about you? No splinters?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“’kay.”

“You…”

A pregnant pause was followed by Poe barking:  “What?”

Fearing that his mouth was standing open after the unfinished sentence, Hux now pressed his lips shut. It took very nearly biting himself to get him to speak up again:

“You followed me in here to see if I was meeting someone. Like a First Order member who avoided capture.”

Poe tossed his arms up into the air.

“First you fed us information, now we’re allies. Says nowhere on the tin that you joined the Resistance, so of course I’ll look behind my back twice. Plus, I’m the one who found himself attracted to you, so you’re my responsibility.”

“I’m not…”

“A stray to get housetrained, I know. More like a bag of fleas.”

“Fleas bite!” Hux replied, lounging forward to tickle the other.

They stumbled and more by design than by accident fell onto the heap of curtains, giggling, gasping first from the tickles, then from the other’s presence. Hux had come to lay on his back, Poe was lying on his belly right next to him. Hux grabbed Poe by his black kerchief and pulled him upwards like a kitten. “Kch…” Poe choked. He brought down his hands part way on Hux’ shoulder and part way grabbing the lover’s throat and growled. “Grrrrrr…” the other replied, perfectly at ease with the situation, trusting and getting trusted. Two love nights had started like this and it ended like it had the other times: With both of them laughing and releasing their grip in favor of gently running fingers over each other’s chins. The curtains later wouldn’t care if the military leaders of two opposing major powers of the galaxy had made out on them. There wasn’t time for more than making out, not now. What if there’d never be… In a few hours the lovers might already circle this system’s sun as part of a field of scattered matter in the orbit where New Harvest had been.

But if they prevailed today, if everything went according to plan, Hux thought while lying on his back on the comfy cloth, pressing his space rat tightly against himself with hands and lips, then there’d be many more such carefree moments, especially once he was Emperor. Except…. But there was no “except”. Poe would get over having to sign the Resistance’s capitulation! Or maybe Finn would do it anyway, him being a child of both worlds that would be more symbolic.

“Poe? You know I won’t let you go under ANY circumstances, correct?”

“Huh?”

I want you to know that you’re safe. Whatever happens to your annoying Resistance, I’ll make sure that you survive, and your friends, too, if I can help it. You guys are mine. I’ll cleanse the galaxy from chaos and corruption, but this one boon I ask for myself.

“Remember it and remember it well!”

*

Other than this excerpt, I cannot even begin to describe how much I hate this chapter. In the previous episodes I tried to portray Hux and the rebels as living beings doing ordinary stuff in between the action. This time around everyone just stands in a hall and talks. Worse, the topic they discuss is one I feel strongly about irl, so the result reads like breaking the fourth wall to preach to the audience. But bear with me through this and next time there'll be tea, sandwiches and poison again! Judge for yourself here:

Chapter 5

The whole story so far

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I can see them do this!

Gavin: Would fervently argue in favour of "soup" just because. Fwiw he most likely started this discussion in the first place.

Tina: Would calmly and impartially discuss the matter and come to a definite conclusion. (=It's a soup in the same sense we call misty weather a soup.)

Connor: "No, please, it's too early in the morning for this kind of shit. Find someone your own size to pester, Gav." (The insult here being that Gavin is significantly shorter than Con'.)

Hank: "Wait, you mean if I agree to this nonsense, I can have another serving of cocoa puffs instead of Connor's veggie soup? Sure! It's a soup aaaaaall the way!"

Chris: Not a soup. (He looked it up on Law Insider)

Daniel, John, Caroline & Susan: Not a soup.

Emma: Finds the idea funny and argues in favour of "soup". Most likely this will lead to Daniel switching sides.

📩 Simblr question of the day: Your sim is having a heated discussion with someone about whether Cereal is a soup or not, what side are they on? 👀

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When my harddrive died in november, I quickly got all my mods back, but decided to start over in regards to cc, and still only have the bare minimum now.

The most used pieces are all stuff I need to bring my android save alive: the Android LED (a glowing blue ring on their temples), android polo and jacket (one saying "demonstration model, not for sale"), default replacement police officer uniforms and on the more bright side Daniel's space cat t-shirt (a C->YA conversion by @moocha-muses).

But androids aside for a moment, these sandals were my favorite shoes when still had more cc:

📩 Simblr question of the day: What's your MOST used pieces of CC? From skin details, to hair, to shoes, and clothes, what are they??

Bonus Simblr challenge: Make a sim with all of the aforementioned pieces of cc >:) (Completely optional :))

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Game: Here's a mission exclusively for HEALERS and SUPPORTERS. Who are your nicest, most selfless and always willing to help characters, player?

Me: How about Captain Phasma, General Hux, Lt. Agnon and Grand Moff Tarkin?

#swgoh #star wars galaxy of heroes #star wars #captain phasma #armitage hux #lieutenant agnon #grand moff tarkin

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Closeup of the previous scene, because it's so iconic for them.

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One bright, sunny day in Star Wars: Galaxy of Heroes, Kylo Ren (unmasked) debriefs with General Hux after a mission.

"Err, good work capturing the droid, Ren."

"Feel free to choke on the compliment. That saves me the effort."

"Yeah, very funny. What are our plans for the droid?"

"Oh, I will lovingly present it to Rey!"

"C... Come again?"

"I will put the droid at Rey's feet. As a gift."

"No, no, no, I meant the white and orange astromech. That you and your team captured today. You can't already have forgotten?"

"Hands off AT ONCE or I'll forget myself!"

"The droid, Ren! That we chased for a full month and three days. Are we on the same page now?"

"Yes, that droid. What's your point?"

"You're going to gift Rey the droid that you forcefully took from her, using First Order funds, equipment and personnel? That correct?"

"Yes."

"Rey had the droid. We captured it. To the sole purpose of giving it back?!"

"Yes."

(small, defeated voice) "Yes?"

"Yes! She'll be overjoyed!"

"Noooo..."

"But, of course! You just don't understand how romance works!"

"The hell, Ren, my therapy cost will come out of your pocket!"

“Do you think we should gift-wrap the droid or present it as-is?”

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(The backstory here is that BB-8 as a light side character will be deployed in a light side team. However, to unlock him in the first place, a First Order team must defeat him and his squad consisting of Rey, Finn, Chewie and Han. So to put BB-8 with Rey, the player first has to win him from her. (I've been waiting to write this dialogue ever since I saw the quest lineup.))

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Finally snatched the little spitball!

As you can see, the battle itself wasn't the problem, grinding the shards to get allowed into the stage in the first place was.

Getting BB-8 was my first goal when I took up this game again. I didn't expect it to take a month and three days, though.

I know the saying "the game is not a sprint, but a marathon", but tbh it's more like squirming while being tied to a tree.

Far from optimal yet, but MINE :-)

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📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Thank you for the ask!

Story scenes

My main sims game is Sims 4, so for exterior scenes I almost always have a background that fits, no need to set up anything other than maybe add a christmas tree with TOOL to turn Spice Market in a Christmas Fair. I agree that it’s annoying that we can’t have a forest or desert without backdrop, but for a lazy builder like myself those fake sceneries are very convenient.

Case in point: I don’t know what I’d do without Port Promise!

For interior scenes I use stages, aka just the room the action happens in. Usually I decorate those myself, since they are simple enough.

Example: The underground jail in Kylo Ren's palace wasn't even on the same lot as said palace, just a rectangle that I teleported my sims into (but built as a basement iirc).

That’s the theory, anyway. In practice my “gameplay” saves are intertwined with story segments, so many of my story scenes occur in functional buildings. Like the rundown car factory where my sims lived for two weeks. The upstairs was fully liveable.

Gameplay

As a rule of thumb anything more complex than a campground or beginner farm/container home gets downloaded. There were some passion projects like my oil rig or the whaling ship, but there are rare. For regular houses I use premade houses or download shells with landscaping from the gallery. I then change the interior to my needs. Playing with free will off I have full control over who goes where at what moment and can therefore get away with 3x2 tile bathrooms. Same for stereos and decorative toys – there is no risk of parents dancing to the beat in the kids’ room or putting away carefully arranged action figures, so these can go anywhere in the house.

The Cahill bunker would have been a nightmare to play with free willed sims. In-story it had a a dormitory, and a door suggested that there was at least one more room behind the botany lab, but I never built those parts. The sims took turns using the two camping beds in the common room.

For everyone who wants to do this, you can directly reblog the question of the day from @simblr-question-of-the-day and add your answer :-)

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The wrecking of the Steadfast

I just published Chapter 4, in which

…Finn must come to terms with his undiagnosed force sensitivity

Hux corrected the tugboat’s course to avoid collision with a large piece of scrap metal from the Steadfast that came tumbling their way. Then he took up the conversation again:

“Damn… Why didn’t Ren ever say something this useful! You’d think he’d be capable of doing the same things an untrained force sensitive can? But, no, all he ever contributed was swordplay to achieve victories a blaster wielding unit would have scored just a minute or so later. That, and keeping the maintenance crew busy.”

“Venturing a guess, I’ve heard tell that the Dark Side dishes out quick and easy power, but exerts a heavy price later. The more Ren lost himself in it, the more he might have lost an idea of the big picture, too, and forgot all the small ways to nudge things into the desired direction.”

“Makes sense.”

The way I’m paying the price for my folly now. Let’s face it, for all practical purposes I’ve become what I’ve been fighting: a rebel, the distinction between having joined the Resistance and acting as its ally being near meaningless in our situation. I really need to take care not to get too comfortable in this role.

…the rebels dismantle a Star Destroyer

Rose yanked a control panel off a console and gave it a little momentum. The panel soared towards the navigation station, where Hux had removed the remains of that one’s destroyed panel. He caught the replacement and slammed it into position with a little more force than was advisable, unable to correctly judge his strength or lack thereof in the vacuum of space. Losing no time, BB-8 plugged it in. When the computer lit up again, Hux pulled up a navigation software and maps of New Harvest. Unfamiliar with working in a zero G environment he lost his footing a few times, until BB-8 spat out a liquid cable, that he subsequently tied loosely around the human’s hip. “I can’t tell whether that was supposed to be help- or spiteful…” Beeping the equivalent of an impish giggle, BB-8 went to help Rose re-establish the connection between the navigation computer and the systems that received their instructions from it.

…Hux becomes housetrained

“Wait, are you saying that we are something like noble barbarians to you?” Rose uttered.

“With an innocent charm. Those last few days I felt… sheltered. But it cannot last. It’s cute, just not sustainable. The Resistance is doomed to fail same as the republics failed.”

“Then help us create an environment in which our way of life will be sustainable! Even if only to scoff at each of our ideas, prompting us to improve them just to shut you up!”

“That would be the day, wouldn’t it?”

“Armitage…”

“Let’s finish this mission. And stop being so damn paranoid about me killing you guys left and right already! It’s irritating!”

…and Poe struggles with the aftermath of his concussion.

“I take it as a tactician you rarely leave your bridge? This is going to be rough! I need a co-pilot, especially one who understands what each of the screens is trying to tell me.”

It wasn’t just that everything was arranged completely different, although still making sense, as there were only so many ways one could put the different panels and still be efficient. The damn First Order font, that was so similar, yet different, irritated Poe to no small degree. He had no muscle memory to apply to the Upsilon, and additionally would have to waste precious split seconds just deciphering the unfamiliar letters. No, he definitely needed a co-pilot now, and something primeval and ancient within Poe insisted that this co-pilot being Armitage was a huge bonus.

Five minutes later Hux once again knew what Poe had meant when he had said things would become turbulent. The world was spinning way too fast, with far too many opponents coming at them (or the same opponent appearing to be in several places at once). He held fast to the console and kept focusing on the numbers, for the first time in his life grateful to be the second row player only. Keeping track of all the information and relaying the most important bits to the actual pilot was the co-pilot’s main task, as expected, but equally important was to snarl “Breath!” regularly, whenever Poe started looking a bit too green around the nose. The last thing they needed now was him retching all over the cockpit.

“Too many… too fast…” Poe gasped, painfully aware that no enemy craft would be left by now, were he sitting in his trusty Freitek T-70.

Also: the first kiss!

“Yes. Pondering where to go from here, I think I’d like to extend this alliance until I can see Ren’s corpse with my own eyes. That, or sufficient proof of his passing.”

“Still that obsessed…”

Hux shrugged. Poe suspected that the General had practiced even this oh-so natural looking gesture in front of a mirror a lot.

“Clinging to that obsession is the easiest way to retain my sanity right now. My head is spinning, differently from yours, though. Nothing’s quite fitting into place anymore.”

“How so?”

“Ever since we joined forces, I felt liberated. As if an invisible whip in my back just wasn’t there anymore. The prospect of going back from that to my old life too soon is unpleasant.”

The good news is that you wouldn’t go back to your old life, but to prison, the moment you called the alliance off, Poe thought. Out loud he said: “We’ve gotten used to have you around”, then his eyes went wide. “Bucket!” he cried, followed by a gurgle.

“Well”, Hux commented while handing the bucket back without looking at it. “It was worth a try.”

One vomiting fit later, Poe raised his head.

“I once had a near-boyfriend”, he said, feeling silly for withholding the name, when the whole galaxy knew who that man had been. “But I was too indecisive, or maybe took things to be for granted too much, so nothing came from it and now he’s spoken for by another. I don’t want that to happen again. I… Uh… somebody hold that bucket for a spell? It kinda gets in the way of the message.”

And with these words, he slung his arms around the other man, looked up and kissed him. Given what Poe had spent his time with before, the contact could have been more pleasing. A lot more.

Why, Hux wondered. Why does this keep happening? I have the skills, the determination and the patience, but something in the universe must be against me. Every time I get what I want, it gets delivered in the worst fashion imaginable.

“One day, little rat, you’ll be the end of me. And I of you.”

Read it here: Chapter 1-4 or only Chapter 4

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Yesterday I looked up Allegiant General Pryde, since he's due a speaking role in my current fic, and found this:

He is immensely proud of those ten thousend Xyston class star destroyers at Exegol

He is appalled by the First Order's more horrific aspects

Uh, ten thousend portable death stars are NOT horrific enough for you? You okay, Enric?!

#star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #general pryde

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Hank: "What are you doing outside in this weather not wearing your jacket, junior!"

Cole: "What are YOU doing outside wearing a beat cop uniform, old man?"

Hank: "Ah... I... If you MUST know, Captain Fowler temporarily demoted me. It's a long story."

Cole: "Oh. Mom never told me."

Hank: "I never told her."

Cole: "Is there anything else you didn't tell each other?"

Hank: "No, why?"

Cole: "Just a... feeling."

Cole: Ever since the accident you changed, father. Even though my memories of the before-time are hazy, this I know for a fact. But why? We came out whole. Why are you dwelling so much on what might have happened? Or should I worry about mom NOT dwelling on it?

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There were days when the drab, bereft of life floor of the apartment building the Millers were living in dragged Susan down. Today the feeling was creeping up on her again, but then she found a package from the extended family in the mail...

Chris: "Hey, Tim. When you're finished cleaning the coffee machine, I'd like you to have something. It's a bit controversial, though."

Timothy: "Chris... I'm controversial. My very existence, before I say even a single word. Even if I perform at the peak of my abilities. I should state this as a fact, but it makes me... feel."

Chris: "Uh-huh, sounds familiar."

Chris: "Susan't relatives never thought the world of me, either. They think I'm something like a hereditary slacker. Only after hearing about my recent promotion and us owning a state of the art android now, did they sent these shirts, two for each of us. But I want you to have one of mine."

Chris: "Not gonna lie, the city is in turmoil. As CyberLife employees and, uh, products, we'll be at the center of it all when the shit hits the fan. But we'll face whatever comes as a family. Don't ever forget that!"

Timothy: *sniff*

Chris: "C'mere!"

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ATTN: Just popping by to say that if you are purchasing the new kits today - particularly the Urban Homage kit - be sure to use the creator code "EBONIX" at checkout!

Collab creators do not make any percentage of the revenue after release, they're just paid a flat rate up front, so if you want a little of the proceeds to go to the creator, use code "EBONIX" at checkout (it costs you nothing!!!). Also worth noting that because they had some issues with codes in the app today, creators will apparently receive 10% commission instead of 5% commission the next 48 hrs. (LilSimsie shared this in her overview video!)

Again, code "EBONIX" at checkout. Support black creators!

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And in this moment he'll remember Daniel the out of fashion PL600 and think that he finally understands him and what drove him to his desperate action! Of course Daniel's motivation was a totally different one, but what counts is that Con' might feel empathy in this moment.

I like machine connor as this "an object that takes a pride in its brand"

He would be telling you his specs with an air of genuine bragging in his voice

He will tell you his price and be so pretentious about being relatively expensive item, "a limited edition", "exclusive", "state of the art"

He's there to serve and brag about willingly getting exploited to the bone. Unlike your miserable sorry ass, he's fulfilling his life purpose. And he does so with a pride and passion.

And the funniest thing about it is imagining his ego getting absolutely shattered the moment he stops being "the best", and not only that – obsolete. He's left with absolutely nothing of value, as every last bit of his self-worth is attached to him being the latest product in a world of fast fashion.

#dbh #dbh connor #detroit become human

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In case you're on the fence about the new urban fashion kit, let me tempt you ;-)

(Why are they always hiding the best swatches? None of the promo material ever shows those that end up my favorites.)

#sims 4 urban fashion #simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4

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Chapter 3 of The wrecking of the Steadfast is live now.

Hux and the rebels have managed to escape captivity, but are still deep within First Order territory. On the upside they now have alliies, who provide a safe house in exchange for a mission. So this chapter could have been a breather in between the action, with everyone wearing cosy indoor slippers and eating chocolate cake (well, they do that, too), if not for Poe and Hux becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the fact how comfortable they have gotten around each other.

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"Hm, we're the last two still standing, and I have an Advantage buff while you have that nifty Deathmark. Can you think of a single reason why I shouldn't toss a knife at your neck and be rid of you forever, Ren?"

"Two words: Turn meter. I go first, kill the teddy, combat ends."

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