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WHO: General Hux and Poe Dameron
WHERE: Hotel
WHAT: Discussing about possibly making a droid.
WHEN: Current
WARNINGS: None can update if necessary.

Warily Hux waited at the hotel for Poe to show up. He wasn't too fond of the idea of meeting with the Resistance member especially after their last confrontation. Hux had made a point to avoid him due to it. He had to admit he was surprised that Poe had asked to meet with him. Instead of arranging the meeting at the Power Plant where Hux was more comfortable being at, he agreed to the Hotel.

It left less room for another confrontation and Hux wasn't so sure he would hold back this time if the opportunity arose. So, he school his expression to neutral one and kept his own anger in check.

"I'm a little surprised you wanted such a meeting, Dameron." Hux greeted when he saw the pilot arrive. Millicent was at his feet and gave hiss toward the pilot before diving behind Hux's legs to hide. She could sense Hux's emotions toward the new comer and believed him not to be someone to trust like most of the others.

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It was probably a stupid thing to do. Hux was the last person he should be trusting, or who should trust him, but he was also the only person Poe knew who might be able to do what he wanted. Well, could do what he wanted, Poe had seen proof enough of that, but whether he would for someone he wanted dead...that was the question.

Poe's gaze flit to the cat, lips giving a small quirk before it hissed at him, making him frown, before his attention shifted back to Hux. He shrugged a shoulder, not completely at ease, but he was making an attempt.

"Yeah, well...I didn't have a whole lot of choice in who to ask for this."

Edited (i missed a word) 2019-12-04 17:36 (UTC)

"Is this referring to the mouse droid that escorted you at the Power Plant?" Hux asked as he took in what Poe was saying.

He had always been quick at seeing what others were saying and what they wanted. Even with people he just met. He had to be quick in order to stay ahead in the game.

Millicent peaked around Hux's legs to glance curiously at the new comer. This time she didn't hiss, but appeared to be apprehensive.

The quick pick up took Poe by surprise, but he nodded after a faint frown. It wasn't that much of a surprise. Pilots depended on their droids. They always tended to have particularly close relationships with them. It wasn't too much of a leap to guess that Poe would be missing his.

"The Agrii didn't seem to understand my request, and I don't know how to build one..." He really didn't like having to go to Hux for help.

"The Agri tend to be difficult to get through, but they do make an attempt. That much we can give them credit for.

As for the droid. If you're hoping it would be like that BB-8 Unit you will be disappointed. We don't have the technology here that I had to work with with the Fleet or even back at home. The mouse droid had been built from scavenged material I gathered from various planets we had went to.

However. I did find metal scraps in the cave. I still would need to get other various equipment. What would the purpose of the droid be? Companionship?"

Hux carefully explained. He wanted the pilot to understand that this wasn't a simple task and he wouldn't be able to simply replicate BB-8.

"BB's one of kind, I know there's no getting one like him," Poe dismissed with a nod. Any astromech would be a stretch in a place like this, but...he missed the chatter, having someone to bounce ideas off of, and be there for him.

"Something like that, yeah." Admitting the want of companionship to Hux of all people was not something Poe felt thrilled about, but clearly there was very little other use he could have for one.

Honestly, he wasn't expecting the General to be so...amenable to the idea. He'd expected more of straight up rejection, a laugh in his face, or at the very least demanding a hell of a lot in return.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he tried to weigh in the probability of being able to build a droid here and the fact it was going to his enemy.

"Prior to our meeting you claimed I wasn't intimidating and you wanted me dead. Now you're approaching me because you see me as the only source to build you a droid. Did you know that the Supreme Leader only kept me alive after Star Killer's destruction was due to my ability to come up with a system to track people through hyperspace?

I feel that this is the same situation. I'm merely a tool to be exploited till I'm unable to do my job."

"...I never said I wanted you dead," Poe countered, mostly because he couldn't help but be contrary. The sentiment was certainly there, if not the words.

He frowned though, with that knowledge, trying to keep too much surprise from his face.

"... and I didn't. No. That was you that figured that out?" It was an impressive, and ultimately deadly innovation.

Eli's words had been weighing on him, and he couldn't help but think of them now, though it was harder to distance himself from everything the First Order had done, and see Hux as a person and not the living embodiment of all that suffering.

"I don't want to use you, Hux, I want your...help." That felt weird. Poe made a bit of face, not quite sure he was there yet. "Or...services. I can something for you to make up for it. Or...you can say no. Kind of expected you to lead with a 'no', if I'm being honest."

There was a slight twitch in Hux's right hand and he frowned a bit as he thought over what Poe was saying. It was rare to show any form of emotion however trivial it may seem for the general.

The fact that Poe in someway complimented him and asked for his help hit him more then the rest. They were things he wasn't expecting the pilot to say. It was also rare to receive a compliment and he couldn't help put puff up his chest in pride a bit. He was more used to be torn down.

"I can try and put together a droid for you, but it will take some time. I'm still learning how the technology works here and what I can use verses to what I'm used to using. I may require you to help gather various parts if I learn of them being available." Hux replied after a long pause.

"What, really?" Poe looked genuinely surprised by the acceptance. Not ungrateful, just surprised. He'd gone into this sure Hux would say no, but knowing he needed to ask or it was going to eat away at him.

He nodded then. "Yeah, I can get you whatever you need," he promised, head tilting in slight suspicion, "You don't...want anything else?" Not that Poe had much to offer here, but even in his wildest imaginings of this meeting, where Hux accepted, he expected it to come at some great cost.

"I suppose, I would ask for a chance to prove myself if any of your friends arrive. I don't wish for them to come barging in and ready to hang me on spot." Hux dryly replied.

"I realize you tend to be a little more open minded then he rest of your group. Otherwise you wouldn't be approaching me for a droid."

Poe snorted, not sure he was really worthy of that assessment.

"...Extenuating circumstances," he explained away, "And I think it might be more reckless than the rest, over anything else." Besides, he was sure if the two of them met up in their own world like this, only one of them would be walking away. Hux was dangerous, and Poe wasn't about to underestimate him.

But here, they didn't exactly have much choice. "I'll do my best, anyways. Depends who might show up."

It's all about learning the battles and when to fight. Hux gave a dry laugh.

"I don't think you're friends will have a choice. I have an audience here that know my story. And here is all about gaining another chance.

Consider the droid as a peace offering."

"Yeah, well, the Resistance isn't exactly known for following the lead of the majority," Poe noted, lips briefly quirking upwards. "But off the battlefield, we don't execute people without due process, so...I'd say you're safe enough, so long as you don't start anything."

Assuming any Resistance members ever showed up. The deck seemed to be pretty stacked in Hux's favour just now, old friends, and various Imperials.

Poe eyed Hux uncertainly. A truce wasn't something he was eager to agree to, but in the end he gave a small nod. "No point in killing each other here, is there? That'll all be settled if they ever let us go back."

"Considering I rarely leave the Power Plant, I doubt there will be many issues of me running into your friends unless they come into my territory. I'm not in a hurry to die here.

As for the war at home? It's hard to say what the outcome will be. I doubt I'll be around to see the results of my labor."

Hux replied in a bleak tone. The war he had prided himself and the hopes and dreams he had set upon it were all a mixed set of feelings. All muddled up with the time he spent here. He would see it to the end what ever the end promised. He knew he was simply on borrowed time from his fate.

"There's not that many of us to start with, I think the chances of anyone else getting pulled here are pretty slim." Not something Poe was thrilled to admit, but it wasn't like Hux was unaware of how decimated their forces were.

He looked curious then. They might not remember any of this if they were sent home, but it was still worth learning as much as he could. "...Snoke's really gone, huh?" He wasn't sure how he felt about that. It might be a sort of victory, but if it's Kylo Ren whose replaced him...that kind of chaotic energy with the force of the First Order behind it would be just as dangerous, if not more.

"Yes....Kylo Ren used the girl to help kill the Supreme Leader. He tried to say she was the one who was ultimately behind it, but I didn't buy it. I'm pretty sure he goaded her into doing it or baited her somehow. When she didn't go along with him, he took he full reigns. I should have killed the pathetic fool when I had a chance. Only I realized that we still needed each other."

Hux bitterly replied and instinctively flexed his right hand toward the side of his waist. Only he knew his blaster wasn't there. Not that he was going to shoot the pilot if he had it, but it was more of a remembrance of the time.

Poe arched a brow. He hadn't met Rey yet, but he'd heard enough that the picture he was forming of her was an impressive one.

He noted the reflexive move with a faint frown, but so far as he knew no one in this place had a blaster or any sort of weapon.

"You didn't take the shot?" He hummed and shrugged a shoulder. Not that it would have done much good. Poe'd tried. He could practically still see that blaster bolt frozen in midair.

"He was unconscious at the time, so yes it was a the right time to shoot him. Only I knew we still needed each other to finish the war. I regret following that route. Otherwise, no I wouldn't have. I've seen what he can do. And I've chewed him out often enough for his destruction as well. I'm not afraid of him and that pisses him off." Hux heatedly replied.

His face turning a faint red from anger. He took a few breathes to calm himself down and his the color began to fade. It wouldn't be wise to get so emotional now in front of the enemy.

Interesting. Poe had no idea the First Order was so divided. If their leaders were at odds, that was a considerable weakness, one that might be exploited if he had any way of remembering this.

Poe offered a half smirk. "Yeah, I remember him not being a big fan of that." Look that, they have something in common.

"Our Supreme Leader believed in keeping us on separate agendas. He didn't want us working together, too afraid we would try to over throw him and take over. So by the time he was gone, there was no chance of getting Kylo to listen with reason. Had he allowed me the full control, things would be going more efficiently. He has no clue what he's doing. He's too focused on he girl." Hux warily admitted. Yes, he was aware he was telling Poe various information he shouldn't. But at this point he didn't care. They wouldn't remember this time here.

And for once it felt nice to share his side of things to someone who was involved. Not to someone who was on the outskirts of things and barely knew what was going on. Why was the stupid pilot so easy to talk to?

"Mm," Poe nodded, posture purposefully casual. He could play friendly, and it seemed to work surprisingly well on Hux. He might have agreed this 'truce', but it didn't mean he trusted the man.

"I'm guessing that's how we escaped?" he probed, not really sure himself. Hux had given that much away when explaining before, but Poe still wasn't sure how they made it out. "Never thought I'd be grateful to see that mess in charge, but if it gets us off Crait..."

"I'm mot going to spell out everything for you." Hux arched an eyebrow at Poe's question.

He could be difficult as well. He could still taunt the other with the information. Besides the other had enough information to piece it together.

"Heh." His lips curled into a more genuine smirk. Well, couldn't blame him for trying. "However it happens, you all ready gave that much away." Which has been a considerable weight off Poe's mind. If they make it out of there then there's still hope.

"So do all the First Order officers know how to build droids, or is that just a personal hobby?"

"I'm quite aware." He waved a hand to dismiss the statement.

"What do you think, pilot? What have you managed to piece together. I'm sure you could probably answer that question to."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make conversation," Poe defended, "You're free to ask all the questions you want, General."

It worried him a little how easy the banter was. He was used to serving it up, but not so used to it being returned. He was prepared to play nice, not to make friends.

There was a playful smirk on his lips. It had been too long since he had anyone to banter with or match his wit with. It was refreshing.

"I've noted that you tend to like to walk the wire and dive into danger quite often. How do you handle being grounded?" Hux retorted.

If Poe's sudden frown was anything to go by, not well. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, the more time that passed the worse it got.

"How does any pilot?" he grumbled, "I swear, they're taunting me dropping me in a place with ships I can't fly."

"I believe the ships are capable of flying, but there's some kind of puzzle we are missing. The Agri made it a point of locking everyone into the ships so we could get to know one another before they finally allowed us off the ships. Meanwhile those ships wouldn't operate. I checked everything on the ship I was onboard and everything was fine and should have been working by normal standards.

I would also like to point out they were modeled to the original designs the Fleet used. Only these ships had no upgrades to them. Those ships had been fully operational." Hux carefully explained.

Even though he was bothered by the fact they couldn't leave the planet, he was highly amused by Poe's agitation that they were stuck with non nonoperational ships.

Well that's all the more frustrating, given Poe's been over them himself by now too, and can't manage to figure out what was wrong with them. His whole life Poe'd never met a ship he couldn't fly, and these ones, which should work just fine, refuse him.

He opts not to let Hux in on what the Agrii gifted him when he asked them for an X-Wing.

"The Fleet?" he prompted, because there's a whole lot of history he's missing out on there.

"The Fleet. That's how I know most of the people here and I how earned Millicent." Hux nonchalantly replied.

"But that's a story for another time, which you'll have to earn. You might someday earn that."

"Oh?" Poe arched a brow, and gave a surprised sort of laugh, "Well, don't wanna know what I'll have to do to earn that," he teased, almost out of habit before remembering who he was talking to.

"...Right, so...it's a deal then."

"Really, which deal are we discussing?" Hux replied as he stood up appearing to prepare to leave. Millicent was at his feet looking at him expectantly.

"I would hate for you to sound like the Republic and be all talk and no action. I'll admit it would be disappointing."

Poe looked almost amused, but then, whatever ground Hux may have been gaining was almost immediately lost at the mention of the Republic, a surprised and dark look on his face, smile dropping away.

"Would it?" His eyes narrowed sharply, but to his credit he didn't lash out.

"You tell me. Did you not leave the Republic because you felt you couldn't get done what you felt was needed?" Hux pointed out. Yes, he read Poe's files Yes, he was aware of what Poe had done in the past and the trouble he got into.

"Let me know when you're ready to step out of the playground and can handle everything that goes your way." Straightening his coat, he then gave a nod in Poe's direction.

"Until then, I'll inform you of any updates."

Just because it was true didn't make the sting any less. The New Republic refused to see the First Order for the threat it was, and in leaving them to join the Resistance he was disavowed, same as the whole of the Resistance. But for Hux to toss their name about now?

"I've been handling you well enough up to now, Hux," he reminded, frowning after him, and he gave a tight nod.

The fact that Poe was friendly toward Hux had started to make him feel uncomfortable. Yes it felt nice too, he liked the banter and the ability to match his wit. It had been refreshing and a nice change of pace. Yet, it was also weird. Poe was the enemy.

It was also out of habit to bite back, attack those that got too close to him. This was also why Hux didn't like getting close to people. He knew he didn't have to go that far, but regardless he had.

"Indeed you had. More so then what you're group would have done and I wonder why you tried." He then headed out the hotel with Millicent right behind him.

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