hadriel | voice; backdated to after the jump to Jungle Paradise Planet

[ It opens with a few long seconds of silence as Poe thinks over what he wants to say. ]

Should have brought this up sooner, but--things got away from me. Us, I guess, really. Me and Finn and Rey found a relay station about a week out from the city on foot back on the ice planet.

Tinkered around with things, and we found out not only could we track the positions of the Null in real time, we could upload info straight into their hivemind. Didn't mess with that too much. Kind of figured the risk of pulling them down on our heads wasn't worth it.

[ A pause. ] We found maps of three different galaxies. Two are null-infested. The third one's barely touched. Personally, I think running to where things are mostly clear will only delay things. It won't win this fight. It won't save the lives of the sentients who don't see the threat coming yet.

[ A longer pause. ] We're looking for ideas, thoughts on what we could upload into the Null systems. People who could make that kind of thing. Put me in front of something with wings and I can fix it, no problem, but programming isn't my bag.

So. Who's got something useful to say?

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Entire galaxies? Or just star systems?

[There is a pause as he considers.]

Theoretically, I could possibly help. But then that would mean helping you and you understand why I wouldn't want to do that without incentive.

Gee, I'm not sure. I never learned the difference.

[ CAN YOU FEEL THE DISLIKE IN HIS DRAWL, HUX. ]

Is not dying not a good enough incentive?

Well, I've always been personally inclined towards a self-destruct mechanism.

Saves on gas.

I'm for that.

[ Mercy who. ]

Depends on what the people who can make it happen are willing to do.

I'd hope they're willing to save their own asses. And ours.

I'm honestly amazed you've learned how to walk upright.

[This is him being nice, just go with it.]

I have information about the Null and their technology, you need my help, Poe Dameron. Try asking nicely.

In civilized parts of the galaxy, the word 'please' is used.

[ Poe hesitates a moment before changing the settings over. ]

We have a lot of noncombatants here. [ His conversation with Nate is still too fresh in his mind. He's trying to keep from judging the people here who might not be willing to go to... what, extremes?

No, he's judging them, he's definitely totally judging them. ]

A lot of people who don't know what killing to save themselves means.

[ This is him muting his mic and yelling FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK into the silence of his, Finn, and Rey's apartment.

Sorry guys.

Ok, mic on. ]

Go fuck yourself. Please.

[ Mic muted. ]

Fuck. Fuck!

[ Fucking Hux FUCKING HUX THIS IS THE SECOND CONVERSATION WHERE THE WEASEL HAS GOTTEN ONE UP ON HIM.

Deep breath. ]

We work on this together, it doesn't change shit.

[ A longass pause. ]

I'm not from a civilized part of the galaxy.

That doesn't mean we don't need your help.

They're gonna have to learn.

Life sucks that way. Too bad the alternative to being alive is even less fun.

Or so I've been told, anyway.

[Hux is so smug right now, he knows that he got under Poe's skin by now. It made that trek up to the Null outpost work all those weeks of freezing hardship just for this moment.]

Ahhh there we go. I knew you would get there, eventually.

I will need to see everything you found and we'll go from there.

[One or two expletives thrown out of nowhere is, frankly, not a surprising or concerning thing. Poe is a pilot, prone to swearing, and she's certainly heard worse in the junk cleaning stations in Niima Outpost.

But then there's a third, and then more, and louder, and they share a home and it's not like she can just ignore him shouting like that.

Well. She could, and would if it were someone else, but this is Poe. It warrants a check in, and so she goes to find him with her eyebrows raised high, a look more of curiosity than concern on her face.]

What are you yelling about?

"Things got away from you"? I'm sorry, but you had the exact location of the people who are trying to kill us and the potential to send a computer virus straight to their goddamn brains, and you kept that shit to yourselves? Now it's too fucking late. What the hell are we supposed to do?

[ With thin, exaggerated patience: ] We get Fear to take a small group back. Which keeps us out of harm's way still.

Problem is we don't know how long we have to teach them.

[ A deep sigh, muffled by his hands as he rubs his face. ]

First you tell me what you have to offer. I'm not handing shit over to you until I know for sure you're useful.

Yeah, good luck with that. I've seen the guy deal with rough situations in person. Didn't go very well for Delight. If there are Null on that planet now, the group could lead them straight to us.

[ A BROAD, FRUSTRATED GESTURE AT HIS DEVICE. ]

Hux.

[mostly with Charles on this one but...]

Do you know anyone with the skills to work with the technology? Particularly the Null hivemind?

[consider it anticipation of what he'll post about. has posted about. willon have hadna posteded...]

You're sorta not providing 'useful' here.

Which mythical ass would you have pulled a virus from before we left?

[Buddy.

She looks at him, the device in his hand, and her answer comes with a completely straight face.]

If you have to meet with him I can go with you. I can make him hit himself in the face, I think.

That's what we're looking for. We passed all of this on to Tranquility, but any help is good help.

As I said, I have a lot of information on Null technology and programs. And you know what I'm capable of, Dameron.

But, if you're going to doubt me...

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