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dreamer_ryoko) wrote2020-02-09 10:59 pm
dreamer_ryoko) wrote2020-02-09 10:59 pm
monster kylo 2... electric boogaloo...
It's been several months since the death of Supreme Leader Snoke. In his place stands Kylo Ren, a man whose origins as Darth Vader's grandson fail to explain whatever strange affliction has transformed him into the eerie creature he is now. He would tell you it's the influence of the power of the dark side. The truth isn't far off.
In all truthfulness, his reign hasn't been terribly different from Snoke's thus far—at times pushing for further expansion, at others waiting and watching for the right moment to strike. He's earned a reputation for being similarly distant, involving himself with politics only when he deems it necessary, and involving himself personally with missions only rarely. Fighting on the battlefield more often than his predecessor might have earned him a few points of respect with the Order's elite, at least.
Today he's called for a meeting of said elites, the council that runs the Order when Ren deems his time best spent elsewhere. Despite the limiting of his responsibilities and authority as of a few months ago, General Hux is a part of this council, having served the Order for as long as he has. The rest have their roles and have proven their loyalties to the cause in one way or another, and together they've made the transition from hidden Imperial remnant to unstoppable conquering force relatively smooth. Ren appreciates that about them, sometimes.
There's some murmuring among the group as they look at notes, consider topics to bring to the Supreme Leader, question what specific topic the man may want to speak about. Even before his arrival, likely none of them dare to voice their discomfort with their ruler's appearance or the rumors of the terrifying experiences those who displease him suffer. Some of them may have even experienced a similarly intense yellow gaze in a generation past, and find it nothing of concern.
The door opens at last and Kylo Ren strides in with an impassive look on his face, and if anyone happens to notice a few more dots of dark scales on his face than the last time they saw him, they'll probably keep it to themselves. He drops a head on the conference table—an alien with tusks, splattering transluscent green blood on the smooth black surface.
"We have a spy," he intones evenly through pointed teeth.
In all truthfulness, his reign hasn't been terribly different from Snoke's thus far—at times pushing for further expansion, at others waiting and watching for the right moment to strike. He's earned a reputation for being similarly distant, involving himself with politics only when he deems it necessary, and involving himself personally with missions only rarely. Fighting on the battlefield more often than his predecessor might have earned him a few points of respect with the Order's elite, at least.
Today he's called for a meeting of said elites, the council that runs the Order when Ren deems his time best spent elsewhere. Despite the limiting of his responsibilities and authority as of a few months ago, General Hux is a part of this council, having served the Order for as long as he has. The rest have their roles and have proven their loyalties to the cause in one way or another, and together they've made the transition from hidden Imperial remnant to unstoppable conquering force relatively smooth. Ren appreciates that about them, sometimes.
There's some murmuring among the group as they look at notes, consider topics to bring to the Supreme Leader, question what specific topic the man may want to speak about. Even before his arrival, likely none of them dare to voice their discomfort with their ruler's appearance or the rumors of the terrifying experiences those who displease him suffer. Some of them may have even experienced a similarly intense yellow gaze in a generation past, and find it nothing of concern.
The door opens at last and Kylo Ren strides in with an impassive look on his face, and if anyone happens to notice a few more dots of dark scales on his face than the last time they saw him, they'll probably keep it to themselves. He drops a head on the conference table—an alien with tusks, splattering transluscent green blood on the smooth black surface.
"We have a spy," he intones evenly through pointed teeth.