[This is the precise moment where his grim joke should backfire, and yet--
The Supreme Leader is preoccupied, their forces recuperate and he has no freedom to act while the whole of their order is grounded. Sparing one day of biding his still-wounded time isn't so unthinkable an option.
So instead he lifts his pale chin, mirroring the rigid posture of his companion as he snatches the datapad in stubborn protest.] Very well.
[Hux's machinations are precise, planned-- no doubt he expects Ren to fail in his efforts to bring their army to heel (he'll be disappointed, the apprentice thinks only briefly)-- but in his efforts he'll disrupt the pre-planned schedule, likely souring Hux's smug, preening mood.
Which will suit him fine.]
The next task we must see to? [He asks, searching for a reference point in the lines of data before him.]
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The Supreme Leader is preoccupied, their forces recuperate and he has no freedom to act while the whole of their order is grounded. Sparing one day of biding his still-wounded time isn't so unthinkable an option.
So instead he lifts his pale chin, mirroring the rigid posture of his companion as he snatches the datapad in stubborn protest.] Very well.
[Hux's machinations are precise, planned-- no doubt he expects Ren to fail in his efforts to bring their army to heel (he'll be disappointed, the apprentice thinks only briefly)-- but in his efforts he'll disrupt the pre-planned schedule, likely souring Hux's smug, preening mood.
Which will suit him fine.]
The next task we must see to? [He asks, searching for a reference point in the lines of data before him.]