[ The initial promise was only for a night but sometimes things come up. There's a lot of moving parts to the fleet and the First Order itself. Something no doubt Poe could understand, even if the Order operates on a scale several magnitudes greater than the Resistance does.
Plus, you know. The small matter of dominating the galaxy.
What steals away Kylo's attention? Why, data from Poe's beloved droid. Officers had only combed through a fraction of it so far, still sorting and compiling into useful categories, but they alert her when what appears to be a documentation of ally support is found. Their suspicions are confirmed as the data is cross-checked with their own lists of known and suspected Resistance allies. Of particular note are several groups which appear to be operating within First Order controlled systems, groups that had managed to remain off the Order's lists.
Kylo meets with the upper echelon of her military to suss out the best plan of attack. They would never have a better time to make use of such information, as once the droid was back in Resistance hands the element of surprise would fast slip away. So they prioritize the biggest contributors to the rebel cause, with the traitors in their systems secondary. As the generals and admirals do what they do best, she holo-conferences one at a time with the government leaders in the highlighted systems, sorting out if any of the rebel groups are getting assistance from higher up the food chain. The political side of leading still bored her but she supposed the genes from her mother allowed her to tolerate it.
Overnight turns into the better part of the next day and into that night. At some point during the morning a menial worker stops by where Poe's being kept to deliver breakfast, the meal offering more or less the same as the standard fare most troops and workers get. The knight remains stationed outside the door, only leaving when two troopers come to relieve them midday. Any efforts to leave the quarters will be met by force.
Finally, at some point in the night, troopers enter to 'kindly' escort Poe elsewhere. Not to the throne room this time but in the same vicinity. The room is perhaps twice the size of a standard interrogation chamber, and though it houses a modified interrogation rack that's where the similarities end. It's more dark than sterile and metallic, the walls matte black with accents of a nearly-black shade of red. Despite the current cleanliness there's a scent of stale blood and death in the air, the temperature itself in the room a few degrees cooler than out in the corridor. The rack isn't the only device in the room but it's the largest. Kylo's on the other side of it, her back to the doorway as she stands in front of a table set against the wall, carefully withdrawing a set of sharp tools from a bag she's unrolled. While clad in black as usual, her cloak's been hung on the wall, half covering a set of chains, and her top sleeveless (more of a wrap than a top, really), her gloves off and on the table near her.
She turns from what she's doing, not seeming to mind the interruption, and walks over. ]
Does one of you have a stun baton on you? [ She addresses the troopers, putting out a hand expectantly, and one of them is all too happy to hand the weapon over to her. ] Excellent.
[ Her gaze then finally lands on Poe and the smile she gives him is far from kind. ] This was so effective on you the other day. It made me curious just how effective it might be. [ She activates it as she speaks, and her words are about all the warning he'll get before she jabs him in the side with the baton. ]
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Plus, you know. The small matter of dominating the galaxy.
What steals away Kylo's attention? Why, data from Poe's beloved droid. Officers had only combed through a fraction of it so far, still sorting and compiling into useful categories, but they alert her when what appears to be a documentation of ally support is found. Their suspicions are confirmed as the data is cross-checked with their own lists of known and suspected Resistance allies. Of particular note are several groups which appear to be operating within First Order controlled systems, groups that had managed to remain off the Order's lists.
Kylo meets with the upper echelon of her military to suss out the best plan of attack. They would never have a better time to make use of such information, as once the droid was back in Resistance hands the element of surprise would fast slip away. So they prioritize the biggest contributors to the rebel cause, with the traitors in their systems secondary. As the generals and admirals do what they do best, she holo-conferences one at a time with the government leaders in the highlighted systems, sorting out if any of the rebel groups are getting assistance from higher up the food chain. The political side of leading still bored her but she supposed the genes from her mother allowed her to tolerate it.
Overnight turns into the better part of the next day and into that night. At some point during the morning a menial worker stops by where Poe's being kept to deliver breakfast, the meal offering more or less the same as the standard fare most troops and workers get. The knight remains stationed outside the door, only leaving when two troopers come to relieve them midday. Any efforts to leave the quarters will be met by force.
Finally, at some point in the night, troopers enter to 'kindly' escort Poe elsewhere. Not to the throne room this time but in the same vicinity. The room is perhaps twice the size of a standard interrogation chamber, and though it houses a modified interrogation rack that's where the similarities end. It's more dark than sterile and metallic, the walls matte black with accents of a nearly-black shade of red. Despite the current cleanliness there's a scent of stale blood and death in the air, the temperature itself in the room a few degrees cooler than out in the corridor. The rack isn't the only device in the room but it's the largest. Kylo's on the other side of it, her back to the doorway as she stands in front of a table set against the wall, carefully withdrawing a set of sharp tools from a bag she's unrolled. While clad in black as usual, her cloak's been hung on the wall, half covering a set of chains, and her top sleeveless (more of a wrap than a top, really), her gloves off and on the table near her.
She turns from what she's doing, not seeming to mind the interruption, and walks over. ]
Does one of you have a stun baton on you? [ She addresses the troopers, putting out a hand expectantly, and one of them is all too happy to hand the weapon over to her. ] Excellent.
[ Her gaze then finally lands on Poe and the smile she gives him is far from kind. ] This was so effective on you the other day. It made me curious just how effective it might be. [ She activates it as she speaks, and her words are about all the warning he'll get before she jabs him in the side with the baton. ]