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WHO: Kylo Ren & You
WHERE: Town Center & Pink Sector
WHAT: adjusting to the new normal
WHEN: 30 May - 3 June
WARNINGS: this idiot is his own warning.

The comm he'd been given and the network he'd tapped into had absolutely useless. Ren doesn't know what system he's in and while he's found Force sensitives and Poe Dameron he's not ingratiated himself with the Sith or Poe. The latter isn't relevant - he's just a pilot - but the former should be allies. He's Sith too, is he not? Rule of two means he's the only Sith until he finds an apprentice.

It's this frustration that drives him to explore useless libraries, useless greenhouses, a useless comm tower. Does this backwater planet have anything worth a damn?

It seems it doesn't and when he gets to what seems like some sort of pathetic attempt at a hotel, he slams the palm of his hand against the exterior wall. The Force means it does chip at the plaster but even the crumble of plaster beneath his hand isn't satisfying.

"This has to be her fault. I can't even feel her anymore, she's banished me so far."

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This was not Aden's usual haunt- but occasionally, he would go searching for supplies, even in places that already seemed like they'd be more than picked over already. Never knew what people might overlook as useless after all. It could still be something he could make use of.

A makeshift bag slung over his shoulder, he poked around, until he spotted something very unusual indeed.

The outfit, the attitude- they all cried stay away.

Even so, he couldn't help his quiet little "Yikes."

More to himself than anything else, and yet- this was not the type of place made to be survived alone. And while he didn't think he had any moral obligation to call out to the man, he knew it would be the socially acceptable choice.

"You okay there, buddy?" He asked, approaching cautiously and- Abort. Abort. Abort.

That was a lightsaber. So this was either a Sith or a Jedi and he had an issue with both. Too late now though. He'd already called out to him.

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Ren knows of the Chiss even if he's only ever met them in person since coming here. This is a different Chiss than the one he'd seen over the network, though, and he narrows his eyes, trying to assess him.

Ren has the advantage of height and weight, yes, but there's no telling how this Chiss can manipulate the Force; Rey had been small but too powerful to overcome.

"All right? I'm in a system that has no name and a planet that has no reliable resources. It's not okay."

"You do have my sincere sympathy."

Definitely not. But his voice, his expression, neither suggested that it was a sarcastic response rather than sincerity. And his mind was closed off, as Chiss minds tended to be, betraying nothing.

"I'm guessing you're not the type of person to be comforted by the fact that we're all stuck on the same disintegrating ship."

He certainly didn't seem like it.

"I've not had the pleasure of being on one. I tend to keep my ships maintained since they're actually useful when they fly, not collecting rust on a planet."

Rey might like such things but he doesn't. There's no point in repairing one when a ship can be replaced with credits in the right hands.

"The hows and whys don't impress me. I'm more impressed by seeing a Chiss here. How did that happen? Same way?"

So he was from the future then. After all, no one would be impressed seeing a Chiss in his time- considering how the Ascendancy was allied with the Sith Empire, with many Chiss in Imperial territory. They weren't common- but they weren't completely unknown.

He said nothing about that though, instead focusing on the actual questions, "If you mean being at home one moment, and in this hellhole the next, then yes- same way."

Aden himself wasn't exactly comforted by the fact that he wasn't alone here either. He only found comfort that he had Vector, and beyond that, constantly felt like screaming, the environment much too busy for him to properly focus most of the time.

"Story's the same for everyone here."

"They have some sort of power that I've never heard of before, then. It's something we should try to harness ourselves. Find our galaxy, turn us back. Probably more complicated, though."

The engineers had taken ages to develop the power system in Starkiller so Ren doesn't expect answers soon, not in a place that seems devoid of any great technology or society.

"Has anyone tried going home or have they not bothered?"

Something about that kind of power in this man's hands made Aden's skin crawl. But then, maybe it was just because he was a Force-user of some sort, and Aden couldn't stand his kind.

"Probably more complicated, yes," He agreed, with a slight shrug of a shoulder.

"When people here go home, it seems less... Voluntary. They can be here one day, gone the next. So far as trying to go home goes, I honestly don't know. Wouldn't know where to start searching for a way, either."

Not like he has any special powers, after all.

"So what do you do? Just live here as if it's what we're going to do? Keep going like it's our lives for perpetuity?"

The idea of it rankles. His uncle had sought out that life when he'd failed and while Ren feels as if he's slipping from the Dark Side more and more each day, he's never thought about isolating himself from everyone to nurse his failures and pretend he no longer exists. It's weak. It's weak of Luke and while he hates his father, his father never gave up.

"Or is there anyone that has been working on it? If not, someone ought to start."

"It's something I'll leave to someone with actual powers, at any rate," Aden said, understanding where the other man was coming from, but also thinking there wasn't much he personally could do.

After all, he didn't understand how the Agrii could pluck them from their worlds, he didn't understand how time or dimension wasn't an issue for them, and he didn't even know where they were so he could punch their faces in.

Ordinary men like himself were the worst off here.

"You could probably ask around on the network though. Might be more useful answers there."

"I tried the network," Ren admits. "Much of the same there. No one seems to know how to voluntarily leave this place or challenge these Agrii. They seem to be content in their captivity and I've never been one to do that."

When he was younger, yes. He'd been brainwashed by talk of the glorious rebellion and the notion of a new Jedi Order but Luke had ruined that. He'd decided that Ren was tainted by sins of the past, sins of his own grandfather, and sought to attack him for something he hadn't even done. The Jedi Order was useless and cared nothing for individual talent, only that of the whole. Ren had always sought to be exceptional in himself alone.

"I'll end up frustrated but I have to try."

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