Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

She hadn't directly addressed the possibility of them getting caught, and that was an answer in its own way. Stick to the plan, keep as level a head as possible, and execute. Not at all his typical way of doing things, but it was the sort of thing he needed to work on. He took a breath and returned to the matter at hand. You know what? When we're actually in the party, we should say we're from off-world. Think of how many people there are going to be bright eyed graduates from the So-and-So Academy. Someone's going to come up to us and start asking whether you played Gravball , and then I'm going to start rambling about... Kylo snapped his fingers. Etymology. That's the word I was thinking of at the airfield. Fine. It wasn't exactly a perfect plan, and if they were at all fortunate, they'd be in and out before such a thing could even be tested. But they were both very poor choices for spies... the sort of people that others looked at when they weren't gawking outright and remembered. Before he could present his own counter-argument, the comm crackled to life, and Kylo slide over towards it, trying to put a casual tone in his voice, topping out at irritation over the delay. Okay... we're going to need you two to remain stationary for a few minutes while we figure out the situation on the ground. We apologize, it's just... really hectic down here for obvious reasons. Are we... are we in trouble or anything? Uh... no! The air traffic controller sounded terrified. Maybe that was just circumstance, but maybe, maybe it was something deeper. Kylo shot a sideways glance to Phasma and pressed his lips together in a narrow, nervous line. That was exactly the kind of thing they'd say if they were in a full meltdown about how to capture a powerful force user and his relatively deadly assistant. Just stay where you are. Sorry for the inconveni- The comm buzzed out just as abruptly. Kylo groaned. This was stomach-churning stuff, but really... they were in a floating tin-can, so the next move wasn't theirs to make. Even if he wanted to stress himself out over hypothetical, his companion would just...refuse to do it, so there was no point doing anything but... sulking over it. He leaned back, catching a flash of the Commander's long, muscular leg spilling out of her dress. She'd pulled the thing up for the sake of convenience, and now he was seeing... well, progressively more of her than he'd imagined he would. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, slowly letting himself take longer looks as he fiddled with the dashboard - he was sure that she'd start making faces at him if she noticed, and she was about nothing if not attention to small details, and yet... He couldn't quite help himself, with an image like that. You didn't see women that curved in her particular ways everyday. Or ever even. The hole in our plan, he said, forcing himself to look upwards, is Dipka himself. We need to either find out where he is when we arrive or say we're there in his place or... I could try to practice with him. Practice, that was his new euphemism for the mental probe. Wasn't good enough, though. He'd practiced with plenty of people, and now he felt like a student getting increasingly desperate as a deadline approached. He'd practiced with so many... wait. A few things flashed through his mind. Things the targets had in common. Oh no. Uh... listen. You aren't going to love this suggestion, but keep an open mind. I've been working on this for a few months. Honestly, I'm still uncomfortable with it. I think Snoke is trying to place me in an urgent situation where I have to do it properly, but... maybe that's the wrong direction. Do you think you and I... I mean, while we're up here, I could try it out with you. Try it out with you. So friendly. Like a party trick that needs an assistant, and not the single most invasive thing one person could do to another. Honestly, getting her to strip naked and bend over might have been less of an ask, depending on your perspective. I wouldn't hurt you at all. And it would be even easier because you'd be... calm. Willing. Receptive. I haven't had a... Kylo coughed midsentence and rubbed his face. Okay, there's a sentence that was going in a dozen bad directions at once. But I'd be very... limited. You think of a color and I would just... peel it out. He winced. PEEL IT OUT? This was Kylo Ren. Being reassuring. Then again, maybe he was being weirder about it than she would be. Anything for the Order, right? ... right?