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What, Ren? [Evidently not who Poe had meant, as he had ultimately broken him. A fact that makes Poe breathe a tense huff.]

...I'll be there.

[And true to his word, Poe follows the coordinates at the appropriate time, hesitating briefly as he approaches the building. This is most definitely a stupid decision. Hux has the upper hand here, but Poe can't find it in himself to back down, even knowing he's walking into a trap.

He steps inside, eyes skirting about, and he blows on his hands to try and warm them from the chill of outside as he looks for Hux.]

[A small handmade mouse droid greets Poe at the entrance and chirping away it leads deeper into the power plant.

Hux is standing on top of a bridge looking down when they enter. Poe would be able to see how much of a disarray the building was in, but it was obvious that a lot of work was being done to make it habitable. Mint had also managed to break it's way through much to Hux's dismay.]

I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up.

...Hey Buddy. [Something like a smile pulls at the corners of Poe's lips at the chirping of the droid, and he follows after it. It's...impressive. Not that he'll admit it out loud.

Poe continues to scan as the droid leads him, taking in all the work that seems to have been done on this place.

He frowns when they finally make it to Hux and he's forced to incline his head to meet his gaze.]

I said I'd come, didn't I?

I'm surprised you managed to find the building.

[He greeted in a dry tone. As he spoke, Hux slowly took his time down the stairs that lead from the bridge.]

I've been working on this place since my arrival. There was help, but not many. Nor was it an easy task. In order to have an operating city, you need power.

Now, exactly what purpose are you trying to prove here?

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[The slow decent definitely earns an eyeroll, shifting his weight to watch him, and Poe folds his arms against his chest impatiently. Is all this for his benefit, or can Hux just not help himself but show off, he wonders.]

...Are you looking for my approval, or just making conversation, Hugs? Hux-sorry.

[He arches a brow and shrugs a shoulder.]

You're the one who did the inviting.

I have no reason to seek approval the likes of you. I was merely providing you a brief history of what you're about to deal with.

[He shrugged off his Great Coat and hung it on he railing of the stairway and took off his own gloves.]

Yes, but I believe you were the one who said I wasn't intimidating?

No? [Poe gave a small laugh, and flashed him a look as though he very much didn't believe him. Hux clearly had something to prove.

Honestly, Poe wasn't sure he actually expected Hux to fight until the man began to off his coat, and his brows arched in faint surprise.]

I'd leave the coat on if you want to maintain any illusion of that. [He confirmed, unable to drop that snark, though his gaze shifted to properly observe the space they were in.]

[Hux glowered and with in taking two steps forward, he slapped him hard across the cheeks. Hard enough a bruise would be left behind.]

That had been your last chance to get out of this. Again I'm not surprised that you failed to see that opening.

[Hux growled as he proceeded to sucker punch the pilot.]

[It was an action Poe clearly wasn't prepared for, even as he watched Hux approach, and he swore sharply as his head snapped to the side, touching his palm to his cheek with a surprised (and pained) expression.]

Well- you got Leia beat there-

[His quip was interrupted with a groan, stumbling back with an arm curled at his ribs, and now at least he seemed to be taking the threat Hux posed seriously. And he was maybe regretting not coming into this more prepared.

He gave a breathless sort of laugh, and spread his arms welcomingly.]

That all you got, Hugs?

[Hux's eyes narrowed as he briefly studied Poe's reaction and ignored the gests. He was a fool that was for sure, but he also wasn't about to take the invite lightly either.

Instead of aiming for the chest, Hux gave a wide kick with his right leg at Poe's legs hoping to throw him off balance. He was hoping the other would be too focused on the possible impact of the chest instead of the rest of his body.]

[This really wasn't going too well for Poe. It was clear now Hux wasn't bluffing. He really did want a fight. He stumbled with the kick, catching at Hux's boot and giving a shove to try and use the momentum to knock him back.

With a pained huff, Poe pushed after him, fist catching at Hux's shirt to try and limit his movement.]

[The yanking of his shirt caused him more to stumble and loose his momentum then the reach for his boot. It was enough for Poe to land a hit on him. Hux grimaced at the twist. He was trying to avoid allowing Poe some advantage.

In order to not loose more momentum he turned and shoved Poe backwards with a free hand.]

[Balance still unsteady, Poe fell back with the shove, hip hitting the ground hard, making him grimace. Rolling to his side, Poe braced to force himself back up, opting for a more defensive stance then, attempting to put some distance between them. His eyes darted about the space, trying to find some advantage, some makeshift weapon. He'd made a mistake, clearly, in accepting a fight so firmly entrenched in Hux's territory.]

You shouldn't have come here. You don't have anyone here to come to your aide.

[Hux couldn't help but to sneer down at Poe was he loomed over him. He was seeing red at this point and his main focus was seeing Poe unconscious or dead. Any logical reasoning was forgotten.

When he tried so hard to improve on his old ways, all of them were coming back now with the face of his enemy before him. The one that had caused him so much grief.

He made a lunge at Poe's throat. He was bent on wanting to strange him, keep him from making snarky come backs. Feel the same abuse he suffered from.]

[ The sounds of a fight are unmistakable. Steve can hear the punches and grunts of pain and, just like that, is off and running. He halfway expects maybe the younger members of the planet to be the ones tussling. When he sees Hux and some newcomer going at it, though, Steve nearly freezes for a second in surprise. ]

Hey!

[ Steve races up and over to grab Hux by the back of his neck and drag him off. ]

What the Hell is goin' on here?

[Hux gave an indigent cry as Steve came flying in and grabbed him by the back of his neck. He struggled against the other man not at all happy with the interference.]

It's none of your buisness! Now let me go! You just interfered in something that was not yours!

[Hux angrily retorted. There was no attempt to hide his reactions or his intentions.]

[Poe'd pissed a lot of people off in his time, but he wasn't sure he'd ever been fixed with such a look before as the one Hux pinned him under before lunging. That anger gave him a definite edge, Poe struggling under him, fingers prying at Hux's and then--

Poe was left wheezing as the pressure was abruptly tugged away, hand at his throat as he looked to his unknown savior, attempting to push upright.]

I can handle this- [He argued, for once seeming to agree with Hux, despite how clearly he could not handle it.] Let him go.

[ Except there's another voice that breaks through the clamor--a tall woman in black and blue-green rushing around the corner, quickly analyzing the situation. ]

What in the world--?

[ Jadzia had been off in her own corner of the power plant, tending to the maintenance of a rather delicate system when she'd heard sounds of the scuffle. She exchanges looks with the men present as she strides up, then crouches down to help Poe to his feet.

Except she's not just helping him to his feet--she's restraining him, too. It's not every day that a newcomer walks into the plant and starts a fight with her colleague, and frankly, that's not the kind of thing she's going to put up with. ]

Clearly you've handled enough already. Would you care to explain exactly what it was you thought you were doing here?

Wh-? [Poe rolls a shoulder indignantly, not expressly trying to get out of her grip, more showing his displeasure with it, and he looks disbelieving at her assumption that he had anything to do with this.]

He told me to come. [He nods towards Hux with narrowed eyes.] And like...an hour ago my time they were about to kill what was left of us, so I think I'm justified in wanting to settle this.

[Ok. This is new information. Steve frowns but it's spread evenly between Poe and Hux. ]

That and a nickel, pal. Everyone has their justifications.

[ Still, Steve's more than a little wary hearing about someone trying to kill someone else. He doesn't know this guy at all but, from what he can gather and what he knows from Hux, he can make a few guesses. ]

Look. An hour your time coulda been two years for us. Why don't we start at the beginning and figure out what's going on? Being stuck on this planet doesn't need to be made worse with a war starting up.

Steven We discussed this before. Back after all those dreams. He's one of them. He proceeded to insult me upon arrival after learning I was here. I wasn't going to take that from him. If he bothered to keep his mouth in check he wouldn't have been in the predicament he was in.

[Hux is still struggling to free himself from Steve's grasp. He knows he doesn't have much of a chance, but it was more for show at this point. Had it been anyone else he would have stopped struggling. His face was still flustered, but he was no longer glaring daggers and wanting to kill the other.]

...What'sa nickel?

[Nope. Not important. Poe shakes his head.]

He doesn't just get to walk away from all that, I don't care how long he's been here.

[Poe's eyes narrow then at Hux's choice of words.]

One of them? What did you tell them about us, Hux?

[He doesn't know these people. Maybe Hux has told them everything and they're still on his side. Poe's expression darkens, a distrustful look on his face.]

I said I wasn't intimated by you.

Look. [Captain America voice on.]

I don't care who said what or who started it. This ends now. You. [He pulls Hux a few steps away and releases him.] You stay here and you. [He points at Poe] Stay right there and stay quiet till we get both sides of this.

Now, Hux. From the top, what is going on, here? I want all of it out, now.

Warily Hux eyed Steve and then Poe and Jadzia. He didn't want to have to explain everything again, but he felt with Steve pushing it was for the best. Jadzia knew none of this, but she had already made a point to support him because they were colleague. He doubted she would after she heard his story. He hated having to be honest in front of him though. It grated him a lot. Straightening his shoulders he did his best to explain how the war started and how Poe fell into everything.

"We're on opposing sides of a war. A war that my people started believing that we were trying to bring organization to the universe. We waited for the Republic to take action on fixing things and doing what they had promised after the war with the Empire many years ago. Not much has been done but a lot of talk and a lot of regulations that hold them back. When the timing was right we started to make our move in, but there were others who didn't believe in our cause.

My father started a program on how to train soldiers into the best they can be. He based it off of how the Jedi trained their students. It gave many people a chance for a better life by joining us. Most went willingly some didn't go willing. Again the Jedi were the same way. Most went willingly some didn't. We trained kids to be these soldiers and to fight for our cause.

Some how one of our soldiers broke through their training and looked to get out of the First Order. At this time we had captured him due to the fact he had vital information that could have given us the upper hand. Yet, he escaped with the help of our soldier.

We weren't able to get the information needed. They also defeated my weapon the Starkiller. That yes, I had used to destroy an entire system. I had hoped their sacrifice was enough and we wouldn't have to go further. It did bring his people out of their hiding in which with the soldier's help they destroyed my weapon before I fired it on their base. My leader wanted me to destroy the entire system of that base not just the planet. I fought back. My weapon wasn't meant for this. If my leader had his way he would have destroyed the whole world.

Poe also sacrificed half of his fleet to destroy one of my ships. We had already lost many people when my weapon was destroyed as it took out the whole planet. I have to say I was surprised that he would do such a sacrifice with his people. Both sides have lost a lot of people and continued to do so. I had created a device that allowed us to be able to track others in hyperspace. Meaning we could follow them where ever they went. It was the only reason why my leader didn't kill me for my failures. Yet, I still dealt with his wrath and disappointment.

When we had them corned I learned our leader was killed and replaced by someone incompetent. Our new leader was too distracted by an illusion of his former master to pay attention to the actual war. And even lost in his fight against the illusion. When all it was was a distraction to allow them to escape. It's the last thing I remember."

He held his gave with the group, waiting to see how they would judge him.

[Poe quiets, back straightening in the sort of response usually only General Organa can get out of him, though he doesn't look especially pleased about it.

Nor does he look pleased as Hux speaks, though he keeps silent through out. It's strange to hear the story from Hux's point of view. It doesn't sound nearly so damning as if Poe had been telling it, but the details aren't exactly wrong either.

There's a twitch of his cheek, gaze dropping away at the mention of the lives Poe had cost his fleet. Heroes. Dead heroes. He can practically hear Leia's voice in his mind.

His head lifts again at that parting detail, hope reigniting in his eyes. They escape?]

...You enslaved and ended countless lives. That's not order. We were fighting for the freedom of everyone.... they knew what they were- [He breaks off, voice catching, over emotional, and he narrows his eyes at Hux as though it's his fault.] ...They were good people. My friends. And they died to keep hope alive.

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/rolls in late with Starbucks