#adtenebras

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@adtenebras​ | starter call

“I have nothing to say, which is weird because I’ve always got something to say.”

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"I know you cry yourself to sleep."

Hux blinks, eyes bleary with lack of sleep and struggling slightly to bring Ren’s mask into focus. He knows, intrinsically, that Ren must know all the goings-on of the ship. Every dirty, disgusting detail about every member of his crew laid bare before this -- was he even a man, if he had such a power? Or was he something more? That was a thought for another day, perhaps one when Ren wasn’t standing before him. “That’s a bit rich, coming from you,” he snipes back, only because catching Ren in an argument is infinitely preferable to admitting that Ren isn’t precisely wrong. “Now, Supreme Leader, if you’ll excuse me -- some of us have work to do.”

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send POSITIVITY, PLEASE! & i’ll talk about a favorite blog of mine!

WEEEWOO WEEWOO I LOVE ALLIE. @adtenebras is someone i’ve only just recently met through the latest reboot of this blog, but hooooolyyyy cow talk about a fantastic fucking writer and an even better ooc conversationalist. i honestly could talk to allie for hours about character deconstruction and just plot things in general, because they’re really interesting and their take on kylo ren is top freaking notch and wow. 

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TRANSMISSION INCOMING: @adtenebras​

          “----------what makes you believe this time will be different?”

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adtenebras - from here

No panic. Not even a remotely worthy amount of fear emanated from the pilot, and oddly, Ren found himself almost impressed. Most of those on the receiving end of such treatment wet themselves at least a little. His previous anger returned to its customary simmer when it became apparent he’d made his point. “My Lord was nice, keep using that one,” Ren drawled. He stepped around SP-3477 to take a seat in the cockpit before the pilot could recover.

Rakata Prime glittered bright as any jewel. Its seas and archipelagos came into view as Ren eased the shuttle into atmosphere, briefly surveying a map he’d thrown up on the display before choosing to land on a fragmented slab of duracrete that had once been a proper landing pad. It remained serviceable enough, despite the havoc the elements had wrought. The palms surrounding the pad shuddered with the impact and sent golden birds tumbling into the sky.

Even from the cockpit, one could see the abuse the planet had suffered; the landscape had not been formed by natural means, but rather systematically destroyed over millennia by ancient civil wars and conflicts much more recent. The history of it Ren knew intimately, but it hadn’t prepared him for how the planet felt. The very air was steeped in the Force, something that gave Ren more dread than reassurance, thanks to previous experience with this sort of world. Snoke had failed to mention that he’d be contending with this.

After powering the shuttle’s systems down and ensuring security protocols were in place lest any surprise visitors think to take a joyride, Ren shoved himself out of the cockpit and towards the hold, hardly glancing towards the pilot to see how he was faring. “Prepared to disembark?”

He’d pulled his helmet back on by the time the ship had touched down. All those questions he’d wanted to ask before came back to mind, particularly the one about what they were about to walk into. Ren’s body language told him nothing, as it was with the same determined strides as ever that he exited the ship.

Realizing that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave the pilot behind, Poe quickly checked the safety on his blaster and set foot for the first time on Rakata Prime. An astute observer might have noticed him stumble for half a beat, surprised by the deep sand that had settled in drifts across the pad. He righted himself immediately, keeping his eyes on Ren while also trying to take in the sight of the planet. It was a tropical one; although he had no idea whether or not they were currently located within its geographical tropics, or if the entire planet was just like this.

A soft whirr indicated that his suit’s systems had already begun to work against the climate, so it had to have been warm out there. Those questions continued to burn, but he kept his lips pressed tight and his focus on his commander.

Maybe there’d be an explanation? Sometime today?

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@adtenebras from here 

“I’m already quite proficient, but your concern is noted.” It’s the first thing he’s said in hours. He’s hardly moved from where he stands, eyes fixated on the horizon of the valley below the dark tower he calls his perch. All appropriately mysterious, it’s a reputation Ren is happy to keep, even as much as it amuses him. How people fear what they don’t understand.

His knight-enchanter is the only one of his small legion allowed to come and go as he pleases. Ren stared at him, too, as he’d entered, eyes red-rimmed from lack of rest.

The corners of his lips quirked, but the expression fell just short of a smile. Instead, it settled back into an impassive state. "You've given very little indication of such proficiency, then." 

The room was uncomfortably cold, enough so that Relius wished he'd still had his armor on; cumbersome as it was, at least something could be said for its warmth. As he moved into the room, he lingered at the ornately carved table, peering at the open tome there. 

 "And when was it that you slept last, Ren?"

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adtenebras - from here ↴

Kylo Ren did not look well these days.  His mask destroyed in a fit of rage, there was nothing but the occasional wild fall of his hair to hide the shadows that lived around his eyes and the nervous movements of his lips.

"You'll have to submit. There's too few of you to even fill a single ship." He'd see the Falcon destroyed if it was the last thing he did, and if everyone aboard it were turned into space dust as well, it'd be a nice bonus. He advanced on Poe, unblinking, creating very little space between himself and his knights. The pilot, for once, could not slip away again. And for all the intimidation, Ren looked... genuinely concerned.

"You'd rather they die. And it will have been for nothing."

"That's not the plan." The words snapped from his lips, but he knew it'd ring hollow in this empty semblance of a throne room. He'd faced Kylo Ren once before, and lived. So did that make his odds of surviving a second time better, or worse?

But it was different this time.

This time, instead of a mask, the Supreme leader wore a sallow version of Ben Solo's face. Something churned in Poe's stomach as that face drew close, within arm's length. This was the first time he'd seen it since Crait, and even that'd been through an old pair of macrobinoculars.

"I don't want anyone dead," A pause. "Almost anyone."