a quick lil post-tros gingerpilot
“You couldn’t have picked a warmer planet?”
Poe watched as the man on the small bed started and then winced. Seeing him, the hard knot in Poe’s stomach begin to unravel. It had formed the second Beebee had handed him the decades old tracking device now suddenly lit up with alternating red and blue lights.
“Took you bloody long enough.” Clipped and haughty. Poe smiled.
“I had a war to win, Armitage.”
“The First Order was sure to crumble without me. I’m sure it was an easy victory, Commander.” Sitting up on the bed now and looking at Poe.
“Actually, it’s General now.”
“I’m surprised you kept this.” Poe tossing the tracker on the bed next to Hux’s spread fingers. Hux stretched one out and rubbed the worn edge.
“Being prepared is the first rule of order. And having a plan.” He moved to make room and winced, the hand on the bed moving to press just under his ribs.
“Was getting shot in the chest also part of the plan?” Poe sat down in the vacated space.
“I was prepared for the eventuality, yes.”
“Of course you were,” Poe is quiet a minute. Hux may be prepared but Poe isn’t. Not for this.
“Oh, so I ran into Zorri.”
“Did you?” Hux’s mouth flattening to a tight line for a moment.
“Of course she would frequent that den of hoodlums. Did Zorri Bliss finally let you under her helmet, then?” His face still pinched.
“She’s still in denial of my obvious appeal.”
Hux snorts and something on his face relaxes just a bit.
“Did you really know? That I was the spy?”
“Yes…. maybe.” Hux gives him a look and Poe finally moves a hand over his.
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