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Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

The task is difficult because you choose for it to be difficult. Do you ever wonder why you do that so often? Kylo Ren chewed the inside of his cheek. He could feel his sweat pooling against the tile, almost splashing against his bare back. No one could accuse him of a lack of effort. He looked around, but he'd practically designed the room to preclude that. The quarters were spartan - thin, itchy fabric and hard metal. No personal mementos, for obvious reasons. He'd designed his entire life to eliminate pondering and encourage action. But now... You don't conquer a mind, Ren. A mind is a powerful entity. A mind is... convinced. He'd been working on the damned probe for months now - with prisoners, with hostages, with dignitaries, even with the odd stormtrooper. He'd gotten glimpses here and there, but for the most part... only headaches. What have I been teaching you? To apply yourself with an open mind. Not to think of yourself as a student of one path or another, but to shed your identity. Snoke insisted that he needed to forget himself in order to read someone, that he needed to fully immerse himself in his target... Kylo pulled himself from the floor, threw on a thin set of cotton scrubs, followed it with his ceremonial robes and mask, before heading to the ad-junction room of the Gauntlet . As usual, most people studiously ignored him - and since he rarely made an entrance on the bridge, most of the staff could go on pretending he didn't exist. Gauntlet. What a name for a ship. Fedorre. What a pleasure to see you alive. It's a pleasure to see you awake , Ren. The Admiral sneered down his long nose at him, as if Kylo hadn't personally saved his fucking life at Gyndine. He was like every Order officer he'd interacted with the last couple of years. All narrow eyes, rudeness, and barely concealed nervousness. Do you know what system you're in? Mimban. Chandrila. You were quite a bit off. Are you here to demonstrate your superior knowledge, or... I'm here to relay orders. They're directly from the Supreme Leader. About the blockade? Fedorre pressed his lips together and nodded, as if impressed. It's been almost a year without any real results. He's seen fit to break that blockade. That's not the sort of thing that would need his particular skills. A large-scale planetary invasion? When he was still supposed to be tracking Skywalker? There was no chance he'd be there . So... You want me to go planetside. The Supreme Leader wants you to speak to the Governor of Chandrila. He assured me that you'd be able to... convince him to surrender the planet. Never was he so happy to be wearing this mask. He swallowed. He'd never been able to do it properly. And now the Supreme Leader wanted him to do some... special operation? With an entire planet at stake? I know Chandrila's military doesn't have the finest reputation, but sending me down there alone is ridiculous. Oh. I never said you'd be going alone.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

He appraised the newcomer as she entered the room. Of course, he'd heard about this one by reputation, but he'd only recently signed on to the Gauntlet, and so She cut an impressive figure - the thing that struck him first was her cleanliness. Most troopers kept their armor to a dull sheen, the sort of acceptable and functional appearance that soldiers tended to have. This woman either had a microscopic attention to detail or she was a bit vain. After that there was well, the obvious thing. She oozed a calm, professional menace, and looked like nothing if not a walking tank. Which was to say she was very poorly suited to this kind of mission. Now I understand, He growled. You're sending TWO of us to infiltrate a hostile planet. My confidence in our chances has skyrocketed. If it were up to me, we would attack the planet with a full complement of forces. He waved a hand, displaying a hologram of some imaginary battle over Chandrila. Kylo scowled, watching the ships dancing around each other in the upper atmosphere. Was this display supposed to be impressive? But the First Order doesn't have unlimited resources, and the contingent we'd need to openly take a fortified planet are otherwise occupied. Turn your hologram off, Admiral. This is Kylo Ren. He's a personal student of the Supreme Leader, and he is the asset were going to use to secure Chandrila. He gestured upwards. Commander Phasma is here to keep you on course, assist you with intermediate targets, and secure your escape if you fail your mission. He sank backwards into the chair and thought about this. He knew there was meaning in euphemisms, technicalities, polite little nothings. People hid so many hurtful things in sweet sentences like those. You want this person to babysit me. I'm not doing anything but relaying your orders. We are just extensions of the will of - Spare me your idle talk, Admiral. If I need to go alone, I'll just go alone. Her contribution here would be completely insignificant. Kylo dug his hands into the table and stood up, fixing the towering stormtrooper with a dismissive glare. Insignificant at best. Send the data to my pad, and - Ren, I haven't finished. What else IS there. You aren't to wear your armor. Or carry your lightsaber. This needs to look like it came from Chandrila. You'll need to land planetside, get biometric data, infiltrate the capital, do whatever you're going to do with the governor, and leave. Again. I'll resolve the situation myself. He turned to the Commander and spoke, the faintest hint of a grin creeping into his voice. As for you. Supreme Leader Snoke is apparently aware you exist. That must be momentous for you.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

It was as if the entire mission had been carefully designed to annoy him. He scratched the side of his face and scowled down at the thin pad Fedorre had shoved into his hands. There had to be someone with skills better suited to this. He'd even said so out loud. It was as close as he'd come to rejecting an assignment. They hadn't even given him the dignity of trying to convince him. Phasma had left as though he weren't there, and of course Fedorre stood up and made a list of excuses as soon as he could, backpedaling out of the room. Now he was back in his own quarters, looking at old intelligence. Blueprints, names, faces he didn't really have the skill to retain. Anything to distract him from the box at his feet. Kylo let out an aggravated grunt and kicked it, like he could change the chemical properties of what he was wearing through absolute, dogged hatred. A tight, white number with an orange belt. A couple of red squares to pin on his chest. An ill fitting cape with some sort of fake fur lining the inside. Was this what they wore on Chandrila? The outfit didn't even have gloves. Where what was he supposed to do with his hands? He ripped off his mask. Usually it provided him some comfort, kept him on the offensive in social situations. But now the mask was making a little plasticine squeak as he ripped it off, a blast of warm air hit his cheeks, and the whole thing felt pathetic. He stripped with a resigned sigh. Kylo reflected on the sheer amount of time he'd spent wearing one uniform or another, practically since childhood. Usually some sort of flowing robe that forced him to be more deliberate. He threw on the white long sleeved number that stick to his chest and began to change. It really struck him, minutes later, how different the air was on his face as opposed to reflected through his mask. Colder and thinner. He locked eyes with the ship in the background, a tiny beige number. That's the most luxurious escape pod I've ever set my eyes upon. He felt like a sulking child pointing it out, but it certainly wasn't inaccurate. He felt like everyone was looking at him now. Fedorre was on his heels, as if he was ready to dismiss himself as soon as hed finish talking. What a wonderful strategy Phasma had introduced him to. Seized during the blockade. Weve scrubbed the identification and given it false information. Some smaller ships do get through fairly often. You shouldnt raise too many alarms with your mere presence. Thats wonderful. He gave Phasma another look of appraisal. She didnt look quite as overwhelming without the suit on. He wryly noted that the first thoughts that came to mind to describe her appearance were things he heard said about himself. A sort of hesitant acknowledgement of attractiveness that still thought there was something a bit odd in the mix. And all that had just made him cynical about looks and being looked at, with a self image that veered wildly when he wasnt ignoring it altogether. He knocked on the ships door gruffly, as if expecting the thing to fall apart. Ive taken rides in worse, he said ruefully. If youd believe it.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

He would have been perfectly fine slumping onto this sloop and getting on with this affair, he really would have. As awful and uncomfortable as he looked and felt he had other things on his mind, things more pressing than local fashion. He needed to master this skill, for the first time, lose his identity as Snoke had told him... and somehow do that while feeling like a fucking goose. And then this woman had locked eyes with him, said that sly, sneering Yes? as if he was some boy looking at her through a peephole. Something about using that as some kind of parry, like she expected it to shake him up, offended him a bit. He licked his teeth, feeling his sneer somehow deepening. I'm a bit tense, and you are officially the most entertaining thing in the room. He pressed his thumb in a little pocket to the side of the door and waited a second for the door to open with a squeaking grunt that didn't exactly inspire confidence. Since you needed my insights into your... he waved a hand up and down here, ... situation. Fedorre let out a very small snicker - whether it was at her or the absurdity of the situation, it was gone by the time the two of them locked eyes on him. Well, Kylo grumbled finally, tell all our friends we miss them. Ah. About that. He shuffled off, looking for somewhere comfortable to sit. Hopefully this woman would assume he didn't know to fly.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

Oh . Oh it was going to be that sort of trip. Though the expression on her face was that of someone who was right at the point of responding, the sound caught both of their ears and veered their vision directly to the Admiral. If it hadn't have been him, it would have been someone else. Her situation . At least she didn't look like a fucking goose. Either way, she would let this one slide under the rug among with two more strikes this man had during this babysitting trip. Of course upon entering the ship, the woman watched him make his awkward shuffle away from the cockpit, closing her eyes and sighing softly as she should have assumed. The stormtrooper sliding into the immediately uncomfortable pilot's seat, with a few switches the machine whirred to life, glaring and resisting the urge to mouth something foul to Fedorre as they began their journey off the Gauntlet. The faint rattles of things within the ship made her faintly uncomfortable, looking up at the condition this husk of metal had been left in. They couldn't have targeted a better ship from the blockade, hm? With another rattle in the silence leaving her tired of the silence, the cool chill of her voice began again, Well, are you going to brief me? A small portion of her was curious as to why Snoke felt the need to send his prized student in the first place, when there was potential risk. Perhaps that was another reason she was placed directly in the eyes of their Supreme Leader. That thought alone was absolutely daunting. While Phasma had never found herself directly focused on being one to praise a being itself, as there were more than enough times on record to show that devoting ones life to another was. . Well, absolutely disastrous. It wasn't long at all before the planet came into view, potentially thirty minutes out judging by this ship's capabilities, eyes taking in the spaces of blue and green, the swirl of the clouds. Pleasant, and it again made sense as to why they didn't simply send them down as stormtroopers and an angry man in a cloak.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

The silence hadn't bothered her, and certainly wouldn't torment her enough to ask him again, hands gripping the W shaped steering wheel as the thought crossed her mind again, eyes wandering off the path and toward a set of meteors. No, it wasn't that critical, not yet anyway. Besides, the man behind her had things to accomplish, hm? His reputation had floated around, both in her time as a cadet and in a sudden flurry when word had gotten out that he would be joining the Gauntlet, uninterested as a cadet and still uninterested. He had his reasons for being there, and unlike her own, they weren't for the First Order, it didn't at all cause her distaste for him. Rumors of his abilities with the Force, stories told, and catching tail ends of a fit or two, had all been added to his reputation. As far as Phasma was concerned, they were on different paths with no real need to cross. Unless of course. . Things like today happened. Nodding her head softly to acknowledge she had been listening, blinking faintly from her trance when she heard him shift from his seat, the woman shifted her head faintly when he moved forward. While he slid himself into her line of vision, crossing her legs out of the sudden remembering that there could somewhat be something good out of not wearing her uniform. His questioning was almost amusing, turning her head again to look out into the black atmosphere around them, taking a soft bite of her bottom lip. Phasma had never necessarily been asked what got her to this point, merely being stared at from a distance, as it was comforting. Personal space and people keeping their boundaries, was wonderful. Whatever personal lessons the Supreme Leader had for Kylo Ren, she herself was momentarily bothered that it had to concern her. What for, really. It came with being who she was, unfortunately. When you attempted to keep within your own personal shadow while excelling, well it was enough to draw attention whether you wanted to or not, having slipped underneath the radar until things got a bit. . Difficult to do so. The memory of slipping up the ranks only to one day remove her helmet at a ceremony of her male peers, although it wasn't frowned upon, it was almost unbelievable to see a woman beneath the white uniform. However, none of these things came up when she answered his question, looking up at him again, In a past life? If this was another fucking clone joke. . It isn't a scowl, it's my face, unfortunately. I don't appreciate how you respond to it. How to go over that she was simply better than what had been churned out from her batch of cadets. Well, she supposed it would be shown later. You can not be serious. Fucking Fedorre. How was she supposed to break into anything with a dress on. Eyes turning away from his as they grew near the planet, his words and smile albeit slightly uncomfortable, didn't cause a rise out of her, nails lightly tapping over the steering wheel again, Sounds like you'll be seeing my talents then.
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He looked out onto the vast, empty airfield and pondered what she'd said to him. He'd gotten... stuck on handsome? Why did she have to phrase it like that? Did she mean that was what he'd meant to call her and he'd gotten stuck mentally? Or was she saying that he thought she was a dozen different things and he was just handsome? If so, was she disappointed in how... utilitarian he'd sounded? Was that a teasing mmmhm or a resigned mhm? Now he was going to have to stew about this for hours, and... well, why was he even thinking so much about what this girl thought he thought about her? Ridiculous. He let a silence come over him. He needed to be the master of his own mind, here of all places. He looked with surprise at Phasma's little black box. He'd started to ask what it was, but then remembered the death glare she'd given him the last time he opened his mouth. True enough, he'd made a hash out of it last time. He missed that mask. Without it, he didn't really feel like Kylo Ren. He felt like... Well, I wouldn't call it a base of operations. Kylo wouldn't have either. He took some vague sense of relief that Phasma's flub was just as bad as his. She sounded exactly like an incompetent spy looking to stage a dangerous operation. But the Mahiall building is about a dozen clicks that way. They mostly handle... experimental weapons, digital security, defense against HoloNet based attacks. Things like that. Typically planetside transport like a speeder costs extra. But depending on what you've got inside there... Kylo stood casually. They'd be fine if something came to it, but he had high hopes for Phasma's case.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

If there had been any insight to him falling into the pit of his own thoughts, truthfully she wasn't sure if she'd stop it. . At least not immediately. Not particularly cynical, but simply watching him, counting the way his mind ticked through the possibilities the way it had gone through each of the questions prior in regards to why they were on this ship. Whether it had been his attempt at proving himself social or because dwelling on why they were going to Chandrila in the first place, he had easily given her more pieces of his personality. Curiously, she wondered if it made him uncomfortable. Or if he had even noticed that portion of it at all. Perhaps it was better for the sake of this mission that they at least spoke to one another as though they had been familiar prior to this. . Yeah, no. Let's just get through today. Whether it was a blip between Kylo correcting everyone that still believed they were under Imperial jurisdiction or her own unawareness of the planet they had been sent off to, the woman herself wanted to be back quietly in her chambers, or even better yet, in her suit. They wouldn't even have been having this conversation. He probably would've been shot the second he had been seen running to the ship, nails again ticking softly across the box again, the thoughts of what to do with this man slid through her mind. Each calculated, all revolving around the fact that she was not about to walk that distance in this outfit, there was the prime possibility that she could simply allow him to lead her to his speeder and drop him off in some broom closet, but then came the potential of leaving him alive. May as well use him for the time being, hm, after all. He did appear to be alone out here for the time being. Sansanna. Answering the question he hadn't entirely asked, her hands guided the case to point the opening toward the bulky man, lifting the opening to expose the ground powder, the pure burnt orange color bright within the case's black lining. The case snapping softly when the man attempted to reach out, the blonde tilted her head faintly, For your speeder. . Please . Oddly, the words fell in a sweet nature, despite her quick actions, offering the smallest hint of a smile.
Thread: Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

Expectations. And he couldn't exactly put a target on that sentence. Snoke's expectations, of course. Mostly his own. Perhaps even Luke Skywalker's expectations, in some gnarled and twisted sense. The whole ordeal just wasn't a good sign. Kylo slowly traced the inside of his palm down his lips, replaying their miserable failures in his own head. He supposed they'd technically done what they'd set out to do, but he was a master of the dark side. A leader even at his young age. At a time when he was perfecting the probe technique, a little mind trick should have been child's play. The... thing I need to do with the Governor. Is a much more difficult version of the... thing I just failed to do with the pea-brained air traffic controller. He opened his mouth and weighed Phasma's expression, which was somewhere on the edge between businesslike and might as well have been talking to a dog ... then again, dogs didn't have such judging expressions. And they wouldn't snitch on you to Snoke, either. Of course, this didn't invalidate her advice. He took a second and rolled her statement around in her head, parsing it in different ways. Just like he had for her stuck on handsome bit. And then he finally sighed and gave up on it. It was silly, wasn't it? He was so used to getting little nuggets of wisdom from his mentors that he was digging studiously through a very different sort of nugget... Getting it under his fingernails and everything. He took a heavy breath and kicked the speeder door. Of course, he was loosely aware of how stupid he looked doing things like that, but he couldn't help himself, and it wasn't like there was anyone around to tell him no. And doing that helped, a little. By then they were closing in. He wasn't exactly sure what he plan was, but he'd already decided to get the gist of her plan and run with it. They were going around the back, anyway. Signaled something in terms of approach. I am done sulking, actually. He didn't in any sense mean it. He had enough sulking to last the entire day. But he licked his lips and leaned over the door like he was hungry for a fight and waited for the tension of battle to overcome him. He was a Jedi. He was more than a Jedi. He hadn't exactly mastered... brain picking or whatever, but even without a lightsaber, he was in his element here.