Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

Kylo sank into the weirdy rounded chair behind her. He felt every bit like a child getting escorted to an appointment, which he hated, but he didn't have to channel his frustration into something as tedious as flying just yet, and that... was a relief. And so he was quiet for a long time after she'd asked him about a briefing... he'd actually expected her to bring it up again after a few minutes, but they both knew he'd heard her. Finally, when he was ready, he cleared his throat. I only know a little more than you do. We're going to infiltrate the capital as aides to one dignitary or another. We get into the governor's office. I am going to... convince him to stand down, deactivate the planet's defensive systems, and allow for some... new management. Then we get back to the Gauntlet and I throw these clothes into an airlock. He probably should have given the full details of how he was going to accomplish that. But right now, he didn't feel quite confident enough to speak it out loud. If he tried the technique and failed, he'd need to... improvise something else, wouldn't he? As if he wasn't embarrassed enough. He had to imagine the debriefing was part of why Phasma was there. A reliable, impartial informer. In some ways, she was the quintessential Order solider - a hard, sneering, disciplined sort. And in other ways... it struck him that she was very relaxed in his presence. If there'd been any consideration of the idea that he could kill her with a particularly strenuous thought, it hadn't shown up on her face. If anything, she treated him like an annoyance. Something about that word, babysit . It had been obvious mockery when he'd said it, but she'd done her best to make it a neutral statement of fact. Funny. There'd have to be some small answering for that, later. What was he getting at here? It seemed like the officers he'd interacted with were pretending to be what this woman was . Or at minimum, she was a much calmer actor. Please don't ask me about the strategic logic of any of this. If you've thought about it as much as I have and you're thinking... Kylo started with his small finger and counted outwards. Why is it important that Chandrila stands down by themselves? Why not just do this deactivation ourselves? Why not a familiar face with my... talents instead of you? I don't know. He stood up and crossed over in front of her, taking a seat on the console right in front of her and at least partially blocking her view. He titled his head and looked down at her. You won't be offended if I ask about your talents, will you? You at least have some vague familiarity with mine, which puts you at an advantage over me. Amazing scores at academy? Someone's bodyguard in a past life? Great with a blaster? I acknowledge that you're excellent at scowling, but that's a skill that's in abundance around here. Kylo leaned backwards, distantly nothing the irony of his statement before a beeping noise came from his pad. You won't believe this, he said, reading it over. The two of us aren't actually in the capital's security computer. We need to break into another site and add ourselves manually. The Admiral hadn't exactly given them a free hand here, but he used the phrase some minimum amount of restraint in the memo... Really, a few dead techs or guards wouldn't matter if the Order was swarming the planet by the end of the day. On the other hand, razing the place and butchering everything inside... obviously, word of that sort of thing would get around quickly. I actually feel... relieved. It's not kind to say you're in the mood to hurt someone, and yet... He gave an awkward smile, not knowing or caring how she'd take that. You never knew how a person felt about that based on their manner.