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I broke the no-writing streak. I’m closer still to finishing the last chapter (I swear it’s the last chapter if only this action sequence works out) of the Home Out in the Wind saga.
The holo fuzzed up, and it was the precocious ginger asshole Leia had seen holos of before. “General Organa,” he said, impeccably be-hatted, perfectly centered in the holocam. “I assume there’s a reason you haven’t fired on us yet.”
“Hux, is it,” Leia said, remembering the name. Son of an Imperial, naturally. And the one who’d given the order to fire the Starkiller. A shame he hadn’t died in its destruction. “Rest assured, it’s not because you’re there.”
They’d thought he might come. She thought it interesting that he had. He was supposed to be a gifted strategist. This should be interesting.
“I don’t imagine so,” Hux said.
“While I have you here, though,” she said, remembering why he was fresh in her mind. “You sent me all these confused little defectors, which seems needlessly elaborate to get the location of our bases when you surely have a better spy network than that. They’re so sincere, and principled. Were they just meant to confuse me?”
“Oh, no,” Hux said. “They were a feasibility study. We might negotiate a peace someday, you and I, if I can get the leverage. I sent them to you because they were decent and sincere people, and I wanted you to know that I have those.”
Leia snorted. “You’re not one, though,” she said.
“Well,” he said. “No. You know as well as I that the leaders of a movement are never among its most decent people.”
“No,” she conceded, “we’re not. How long should I keep talking to you for your Plan B to take effect, do you think?”
“As long as you like,” Hux said. “It’s already in effect. I’m just curious to see what you will do, General Organa.”
The gunner was watching Leia with a concerned expression. Leia shook her head very slightly at her. “Are you trying to see whether I will fire on my son?” she asked. “I can feel him, Hux, I don’t have to guess which ship he is on.”
Hux’s expression didn’t change at all. Apparently he’d known that. “I thought you’d be angrier,” he said.
“It’s not really possible for a human to be angrier than I am, at any given time,” she said, “but if you were expecting me to be frothing at the mouth or something you’re severely underestimating how picky about decorum the New Republican Senate was.”
I broke the no-writing streak. I’m closer still to finishing the last chapter (I swear it’s the last chapter if only this action sequence works out) of the Home Out in the Wind saga.
The holo fuzzed up, and it was the precocious ginger asshole Leia had seen holos of before. “General Organa,” he said, impeccably be-hatted, perfectly centered in the holocam. “I assume there’s a reason you haven’t fired on us yet.”
“Hux, is it,” Leia said, remembering the name. Son of an Imperial, naturally. And the one who’d given the order to fire the Starkiller. A shame he hadn’t died in its destruction. “Rest assured, it’s not because you’re there.”
They’d thought he might come. She thought it interesting that he had. He was supposed to be a gifted strategist. This should be interesting.
“I don’t imagine so,” Hux said.
“While I have you here, though,” she said, remembering why he was fresh in her mind. “You sent me all these confused little defectors, which seems needlessly elaborate to get the location of our bases when you surely have a better spy network than that. They’re so sincere, and principled. Were they just meant to confuse me?”
“Oh, no,” Hux said. “They were a feasibility study. We might negotiate a peace someday, you and I, if I can get the leverage. I sent them to you because they were decent and sincere people, and I wanted you to know that I have those.”
Leia snorted. “You’re not one, though,” she said.
“Well,” he said. “No. You know as well as I that the leaders of a movement are never among its most decent people.”
“No,” she conceded, “we’re not. How long should I keep talking to you for your Plan B to take effect, do you think?”
“As long as you like,” Hux said. “It’s already in effect. I’m just curious to see what you will do, General Organa.”
The gunner was watching Leia with a concerned expression. Leia shook her head very slightly at her. “Are you trying to see whether I will fire on my son?” she asked. “I can feel him, Hux, I don’t have to guess which ship he is on.”
Hux’s expression didn’t change at all. Apparently he’d known that. “I thought you’d be angrier,” he said.
“It’s not really possible for a human to be angrier than I am, at any given time,” she said, “but if you were expecting me to be frothing at the mouth or something you’re severely underestimating how picky about decorum the New Republican Senate was.”
