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Closed; Space IKEA

WHO: Poe Dameron and Armitage Hux (if you want to join them for some reason give us a poke)
WHERE: Space IKEA
WHAT: Looking for parts
WHEN: Mid month-ish?
WARNINGS: More damn Star Wars, sorry

As per their agreement, Poe had met up with Hux to go in search of the parts needed to make a droid. After some asking around they had some idea of where to start, and while the space seemed run down, it did have a lot to offer.

Poe had his Agrii gifted backpack slug over a shoulder, ridiculous as it might look, it was useful, and it made him feel at least a little like BB-8 was there with him. The droid certainly would have been useful in working through this mess, Poe thought, climbing over some debris.

"What exactly am I supposed looking for?" he called to Hux.

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"Don't you dare breathe a word of this once we are out of here," Hux hissed back at him trying to appear threatening as well. Even though he knew that it was a wasted effort. Poe would likely blab it to someone.

"Come on, let's just hurry and grab our gear and go."

"Who am I gonna tell, Hugs?" Poe dismissed with a teasing smirk. Though really, Hux might be among the closest thing he had to a friend in this place. That was...concerning. Apart from Katara and Tommy, he'd done a pretty good job of alienating the rest of the acquaintances he'd made.

"Secret's safe with me," he promised, even crossing his fingers in an x over his heart for show.

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He raised an eyebrow at Poe's response, but it was clear he didn't believe him. His expression was replaced with confusion as he focused on another topic.

"Why do you call me Hugs?" he asked.

Poe shrugged a shoulder, adjusting his backpack.

"It's cute. Kind goes against the whole tall, dark, and scary persona you had going on...Sounds like Hux." It wasn't the craftiest of nicknames, but Poe still enjoyed it.

".....So your nicknames are meant to mock people?" Hux replied as he took the time to understand Poe's reasoning behind things. The confusion was replaced with a hardened expression.

"You would have fit well among the Firs Order." He commented, his statement not being a compliment but an insult. While he gathered that Poe thought it funny, it just reminded him of his peers and how they treated him as a kid and an adult. He continued to remain silent for most of their journey back to where their gear had been piled.

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"I mean...I was going for a death run at the time I came up with it. Flattery wasn't really my goal..." But as far as mean nicknames went, 'Hugs' was honestly pretty weak.

Still, he frowned at Hux's comment, falling silent until they'd reached the gear.
"Does it really bug you that much?" Poe asked. He'd really thought it was more of a cute tease than anything, not...well certainly not something that would get him labelled First Order worthy.

"It's more your mannerisms and thought behind it. You reminded me of them. They're quick to find anything they can to use against you and will backstab you in a heart beat. They may act loyal to you in your presence, but once your back is turned they're quick to make fun of you and mock you. They're also always plotting and scheming. They don't think I'm aware of what's going on, but I know. The only difference between you and them is you at least mocked me in my presence."

Hux heatedly replied after a lengthy pause of silence as he debated on saying it at all.

It was strange to hear Hux speak so negatively about the Order. Poe's own thoughts about them were certainly negative, but he didn't expect to hear such distaste from one of their Generals.

Poe didn't like being compared to them, clearly uncomfortable with that assertion.

"...I'll stop," Poe offered softly, rather than try and make excuses. His intent might have been playful using here, but if Hux didn't see it that way...

"....I'm not asking you to stop. I just was trying to understand and had wanted you to understand as well." Hux warily replied.

"As much as I had been the face of the First Order...it's never been kind. I don't know anything outside of the First Order or how things are done. How people interact and what they do. I only know the First Order. And even with how loyal I was to their cause even people like me are considered expandable."

"I'd call you a lot worse if I was trying to hurt you," Poe noted, stooping with a groan to fill his pack.

"I was teasing. It's...what I do with my friends." He glanced uncertainly up at Hux. "...Not that we're friends..." he added, "But if it bothers you I won't say it."

".....No it doesn't bother me. Not after the discussion. You're the only who can use the name though." Hux stated as he added the last bit of pieces into his bag.

"I don't see it catching on." Hux seemed popular here, and without the context of his past, Poe doubted many people would see the humor of it. Hux didn't didn't look especially like the hugging type, but there was still probably little danger of any one else adopting the name.

"You can give me a name if it evens the playing field any?"

"If I come up with anything. Most of my creative names go toward Kylo Ren."

Hux stated as he began to lead the way back out of the place.

"...Which are???" Poe prompted eagerly, hardly able to believe Hux was just going to leave it at that. He was all about names for Ren. There was a curious and surprised look on his face. The Resistance of course had no idea about the tensions between the General and the Knight. As far as Poe had been aware they were co-commanders, ones he assumed got on well enough.

"Darthvader Wannabe, Darthtantrum, Darthbuckethead, ...Crylo. " Hux listed.

Really the list could go on, but those were his better ones. Nor was he afraid to insult Kylo to his face. He despised the Knight.

Poe laughed, surprised Hux had so many ready to list off.

"I'm guessing you two don't get along as well as we might have thought?" It felt good to have something in common, though Poe really hadn't expected a mutual dislike of Ren to be their common ground.

"No. I'm surprised your friend hadn't told you." Hux stated.

"I did make an attempt to work with him in the beginning. You can thank the Supreme Leader for pitting one of us against each other. I believe he feared if we worked together we would over throw him. Then there was the whole Force thing and how it was more important then the military..."

Poe shook his head faintly. "He had more to tell us about Phasma then you or Ren." Which made sense, he spent a lot more time with the Captain than he would have with either Hux or Kylo Ren.

"Sounds a lot like the Empire."

"Well considering it was based on the remaining people still loyal to the Empire's way of handling things....are you surprised?" Hux simply pointed out.

"My father had been with the Republic back in the old times and had watched it become the Empire that he served. And because they had so many old faces running things....a lot was repeated instead of learned from."

"I guess not, I just still have trouble with anyone seeing the Empire's way as right." Even excluding his current position as a member of the Resistance, Poe was the son of Rebellion veterans, his dislike of the Empire and those who sought to replicate was practically a foregone conclusion.

"I thought the First Order was big on 'improving on the mistakes of the Empire'," he quoted.

"We are. At least the younger generation was. It's the older crowd that refuses to let go." Hux bitterly stated.

"I'm pretty sure you deal with that among the Resistance as well. With the older generation verses your generation."

Poe considered a moment but ultimately gave an uncertain shake of his head. "...Half my squadron's veterans. I don't think they mind taking orders from me. And they know plenty of stuff from the rebellion that I don't." He didn't think there was that same resentment, between generations. Not in his experience at least.

"Then I suppose you're lucky in that sense." Hux replied. He gave a wary sigh uncertain to why he was suddenly sharing information that could harm his organization. If the people found out he was talking to the enemy like this he would have been killed on sight for it. He had gotten soft during his time here. Yet, he was pretty certain their time here would be forgotten the minute they returned home.

Lucky's something Poe had be called a lot in his time, and he can't really argue. He gave a small nod. It was strange, talking like this. Much as Poe wanted to believe the best in people, this was General Hux. Could someone like that really change?

"Guess so. I'm a legacy kid like you though, so...maybe it's different for people who didn't grow up with it."

"Well....you were born on the winning side of things. It's a lot different. I had no choice.

My father fled into the Unknown Regions and formed an Academy on Arkansis. Then when Arkansis was taken over by your people, a Bounty Hunter came to collect my father and I to the remaining survivors of the Empire. I had been four when this happened and had no say in the matter. They only wanted me because I was considered a tool to be shaped into."

Hux quietly explained. "The last time I was on my home planet was when I learned my mother had passed and I made an effort to go pay my respects to her. He never knew I found a way to keep in touch with her."

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