exhuxperation | 04. mental link

[ Idly, he runs a finger over the little emblem, taking a strange comfort in the weight of the medal. Maybe it is more reminiscent of his back home than he thought.

Still, his focus goes towards what Angel is describing. His eyebrows lift a little at the amount of information she's compiled in a seemingly short amount of time. And how orderly. It's easy to follow how the proceedings will likely go, though he is admittedly curious what they're going to have to build from scratch. Finding parts might be difficult, depending on whether they're going to be making hyperdrives.

However, a compressor shouldn't be too hard to track down. Hux glances up at the merchant, gaze neutral (and still unnerving), a sense of satisfaction rolling through his mind at the haste in which the man starts to go. Well then. ]

It seems we won't have to dally here too much longer. When we get back, I can take a look at that list, if you'd like.

[ Further sorting will probably be helpful. ]

[ Direction and organisation are something of a forte for her at this point. More than that, it'd be bragging to say for how easy this in truth was for her. This compared to running and directly multiple AI suits, regulating and observing a whole planet? In comparison to that, this rattles out of her easy with a smooth familiarity. A surety to what she says that in other circumstances, she might be lacking, but she knows what to do here. As much as anything, someone who can firmly direct and delegate how much needs to be done is useful.

But to that end, she prefers Hux there with her. Yes, it's familiar, but harder face to face when she's so much shorter and less intimidating that way. Didn't look particularly of violence, but in places like this, that just made her easy to take advantage of, apparently. Made that's why Maya and Lilith wore their markings so openly. She looks all too gratefully up at Hux when the merchant scurries off to do what she'd asked. The faintest brush of a thank you she gives with her mind. Warmly give appreciation.

At least before she's distracted again, a surprised look crossing her face, shaking her head briefly. Forgotten that she wasn't just automatically uploaded to everything anyway. ]

Oh right - that, here can you hold up your datapad for me?

[ The small brush of thanks is acknowledged, momentarily appreciated– and then he moves on. They've got a lot of things to do, if he understands the scope of her project well enough. Even without the simple parameters, this involves ship travel. There are so many delicate parts and they all needed to be in the right places to run accordingly.

And without chance of death down the road.

At her request, Hux moves his datapad, halfway between offering it to her so she can see it.

(Their height difference is very apparent here). ]

[ She doesn't seem so bothered, after all she's not exactly typing anything. Has no concept of what it's like to be that slow with it, but that's her own arrogance. Instead she does as she's been doing on and off the whole time, she begins to glow, though its no more than the lines on her palm with their clothing being so covering, the light that builds up in the palm of her hand. It feels like if static was malleable, the buzz that rolls off her mind. Background radio chatter. The hum of engines. Her fingertips press flat to the screens, presses against it, presses herself into it. THe light sweeping down her fingers as she transfers the information.

It lasts no longer than a second, but her eyes shut, she sighs, like it took some effort out of her --

-- and then her eyes open, slower, dropping her fingers away. The white of the light dims to nothing. ] There, all done. You should have the updating listings for everything I've gathered so far, plus some other notes.

[ Hux isn't sure what to expect, even as much as their minds are technically linked. She's not in his brood, so he can't sense the subtle shifts as well as he might with someone closer. There are vague impressions, something to do with technology and the control over it. He's about to turn that over in his mind when her eyes shut, light blooming along her skin, her palms. It's bright, but he feels like there's the imprint of circuits.

And just as sudden as it came to life, the brightness cuts. Like a warp engine shut off.

Eyebrows raised fractionally, he turns the screen more towards himself, flicking through the new data messages that have shown up. ]

Impressive. Where did you learn that?

[ The merchant reappears, thunking a couple parts down on the table, looking at the both of them expectantly. ]

[ She opens her mouth to answer until the merchant distracts her, and then more immediately she goes to take those. It's not a good idea to linger much anymore, she knows that, they've well and truly worn out their welcome so far as this planet is concerned. Still --

She picks them up carefully, tucking them into the bag she'd brought to transport them. Takes the time whilst she's tucking them in safe against the rain that might pick up again. Hair over her face as she answers him a few minutes later. ]

I was born with abilities that allow me to... integrate myself with most forms of technology.

COMMAND over oneself and others	AMBITION nothing will stand in my way
ORDER chaos will not be tolerated	MANY over the individual

04. mental link

ASJFKLSAF no ren is the one who took a stroll through the snowy woods

he met all the woodland animals and befriended them, he and phasma held hands and skipped

oh my god

writes sith children's novel

rock a bye sith baby....

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