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[ Ew???? He's a seasoned enough warrior that he isn't about to stop over a little bit of bodily fluid, but THAT'S JUST DISGUSTING, POE. You animal. Revulsion is plain on Ren's face as he steps back, spitting out: ] Pathetic!

[ And then, speaking of pathetic... As soon as he sees that stool swinging towards him, Ren holds a hand up to stop it-- remembering a touch too late that, oh yeah, he can't use the Force. With a curse, he moves to get out of the way, but it comes cracking down on his back and shoulder instead.

Staggering, he's just going to grab onto the closest table for support. As soon as he recovers, he's going to make to charge Poe, but if the other man acts quickly, there's a small window of opportunity to strike again. ]

[ Poe sees it. He takes it. Hefts the stool again and brings it down hard on the same spot and hopefully also catches the side of Ren's head.

He has no idea why that little attempted at stopping the stool didn't work, but he's also not going to look a gift bantha in the mouth thanks. ]

[ Ignore the pain. Push past it. Gritting his teeth, Ren whirls on Dameron as he pushes himself off the table, using the momentum to charge into the pilot, the tackle sending them both colliding into the bar.

Now's probably a good time to break them up. ]

[ It would've been a good time to break them up like five minutes ago, but Jim wasn't at the bar then. He steps inside just in time to see what all the ruckus is about, and it takes him another moment to recognize the mess that is Poe Dameron.

Then he's rushing towards the pair, pushing past the small audience that's gathered around them to watch and cheer (or woo). He reaches out and grabs Kylo by the collar of his shirt, yanking hard and forcefully pulling him off of Poe. ]

Hey! That's enough!

[ Hux only makes his way over when the crowd really starts to surge that way, caught in their curious orbit. Does he intervene when Ren gets a chair smashed over him? No. Nor when Ren charges at Dameron like an angry rancor, because (aware Ren doesn't have the Force at his disposal) he fully believes his ex co-commander can pulverise the rebel scum with nothing more than his fists and he is Here For That. He might have even been planning to buy Ren a congratulatory drink afterwards. Hux isn't deaf anymore, his mood is already high tonight.

Unfortunately, a new figure rushes into the fray and it isn't someone Hux trusts Ren not to similarly smash into a pulp, someone Hux actually likes, so his choice is effectively made for him from the moment Kirk tries to break up the fight; it's his turn to shoulder his way in between Jim and Ren, pushing firmly into the latter's chest to encourage backing up and not hurling a fist at Jim for the captain daring to touch him. ]

Stop! Stop this, he isn't worth it! Ren, leave it ...

[ A dirty glance at Poe turns into a somewhat apologetic one at Jim. ]

Edited 2018-04-29 21:20 (UTC)

[ At first, Kylo doesn't seem to register the interlopers, his attention fixed squarely on Dameron-- and on getting as many hits in as possible-- until he's forcibly yanked back by the collar of his shirt. There's blood on his gloves, blood on his face, and he's distantly aware that it belongs to both of them, since the pilot's managed to land some solid punches of his own, too.

He's about ready to turn his rage on the man grabbing him, to elbow him sharply and get back to wrecking Poe, when Hux's surprising intervention manages to startle him into staying his hand.

So. Fine! He'll allow Hux to push him back, even if he's still keyed up and ready to fight some more. Poe, the stranger, anyone else in this bar... He's looking at them with wild eyes, a bloodied nose and mouth, teeth practically bared in a snarl.

He probably seems pretty feral right now. He certainly feels that way. Just give him a reason to barrel past Hux and go for the kill. ]

[ Poe registers Ren's weight being hauled off of him, seeing the world through a haze of sparks, the rushing of adrenaline and dizziness filling his head. All that matters to him is that his target has been pulled away. All that matters to him is that Kylo Ren is still there, still alive, still able to fight. Poe struggles to his feet, ready to throw himself back into it.

Then Hux shows up.

He isn't worth it.

Tell your precious princess--

Poe throws himself at the redhead with a yell easily as feral as Kylo's expression, seizes the collar of Hux's shirt, and punches him twice in the face. ]

[ Jim's a little surprised by Hux's appearance. Not that, but the fact that he's evidently familiar with the guy who was fighting Poe before. Thinking of it now— wasn't he the guy leaving Hux's office the other day?

Not that he gets a lot of time to figure that one out. Poe moves faster than he can keep up with, particularly when he's currently facing Hux and away from Poe. He lets out a gasp when the pilot rushes past him, and it takes his two seconds too long to react.

Long enough for him to land both blows squarely on Hux's face. ]

Poe! [ His brain kickstarts into action; he leaps forward, one hand at Poe's collar, his other arm curling hard across Poe's chest and yanking him back— and away from both Hux and Kylo. ] Stop that! Stop! What are you doing?!

[ At first he's grateful that Ren has halted his charge, a little embarrassed to be caught in such an unseemly fray with Jim part of it, but then the world explodes into colours and pain, once, twice, and a pitched noise of fright ekes out of his throat as he freezes under the fist that rains down, too shocked to do more than fall back against the bar.

He sways back up, then crumples toward Ren who is already in motion on his peripheral vision, a fury rushing through Hux's veins as he snatches at a bare wrist. That's how it worked before: skin contact is a brief cure for the disease stripping away important senses (the Force in Ren's case) and Dameron doesn't deserve the effort it takes to damage his verminous flesh.

Snarling through the blood dripping from his nose, he hopes every iota of rage and pain is being soaked up rhrough the Force. ]

Use it!

[ That damn pilot. He shouldn't have let Hux and the other man pull him away from Dameron; he should've continued pummeling him until there was nothing left but a broken body. Be rid of that pest once and for all.

He's seeing red as soon as Poe grabs Hux, and though there was a time he might've deliberately taken his time to act, now Ren lunges forward to defend him, while Jim tries again to be the peacekeeper. If Ren were feeling clear-headed, he might tell him that it's a waste of his efforts. There will never be peace between them and the Resistance, even if Ren were to come out and admit his decision to leave the First Order behind.

Which is fine, in some sense. The hatred between him and Poe Dameron is mutual. At least there's something honest in that.

Ren may be too late to stop Poe from assaulting Hux, but in some sense, that turns out to be fortuitous, The general's quick to apply some strategy, and as soon as his fingers touch Ren's wrist, the Force is back with him again, with the Dark Side baying for blood. It's Hux who delivers this pure, consuming darkness to him, and with it, a feeling of being whole once again.

He'll have to thank him for it later. For now, he hurls Poe back against the nearest wall (with Jim possibly taking some collateral damage) just by lifting a hand. The Force binds the pilot in place, at least for the time being, giving Ren a chance to glance over at Hux. ]

Choose a weapon.

[ A pool cue, broken glass, a chair leg, a knife, really, he'd be happy to run Poe through with anything. ]

[ Poe feels himself yanked off his feet and thinks, There it is.

He hits the wall, breath ramming out of his lungs, and feels his muscles lock. At least by now he's learned the uselessness of struggling against it. He'll only hurt himself.

As it is, he laughs. It's breathless, his chest still aching from the impact, but God, he can't stop laughing. ]

You're both cowards, and you always will be.

[ Jim doesn't even see it coming. In part because he doesn't actually know or expect this guy to have whatever power allowed him to do that, and since he managed to get Poe a few feet away from him, he feels relatively, and misguidedly, safe.

And then he's shoved off his feet along with Poe. He doesn't feel it as much as Poe, since he was the intended target, but he still collides with a table, the hard edge slamming against his midsection.

The pain is brief but enough to have him wincing and struggling for breath, and for a moment, he can't quite focus on much of anything. Eventually he looks up, but to look at Hux rather than Kylo, as if hoping for an explanation that won't come. ]

[ A thrill of adrenaline races up his spine as Dameron is sent flying, Hux's grip tightening reflexively on a wrist. He doesn't even have to think about his answer as he tears his eyes away from the pinned pilot, taking advantage of Ren's telepathic proclivities.

Two boys sit on a wall.

"Maybe that's what I can do, when you're emperor. Use the Force to help you."
"Would you really? I'd be yours too, your friend. Even being the emperor wouldn't change that."
"We'll be friends, no matter what. I promise."

Armitage never forgot that promise, hopeless though it was. Maybe it can be honoured here, in this dire bar fight where he thinks as loudly as he can after the memory flashes in the back of his mind,

I've already chosen.

Ren, who is vicious and deadly, bristling with power that still has Armitage as awed and proud and excited as it always has, from two boys on a bridge right back to the first display of power on the Finalizer years ago. Knives, chairs, bottles .... Ren is a storm compared to such paltry options. Hux's face darkens as he looks back to Poe, deliberately averting his gaze from Jim. Fury rasps in his throat, curling his lip in distain, and if the Dark Side were to mourn anything it would be missing out on Armitage's white-hot hatred. ]

If you ever lay your filthy hands on me again, I'll take the lightsaber from Kylo Ren himself and burn them off faster than I ignited the entire Hosnian System.

[ 'Cowards.' He has to let out a short laugh, his voice laced through with equal parts bitterness and mockery. As if Ren could ever feel shamed for using his natural strengths. Poe may as well berate him for fighting with two hands, instead of one.

What a joke. The pilot would do worse to him if he'd had access to the Force. He'd take advantage and kill Ren without hesitation, just as he'd attempted to do with a gun and a blaster multiple times now.

There's the slightest tremor in his breath as the memory of that conversation draws him in. And every part of him that's dark, and bloodthirsty, and wanting burns through his core with satisfaction when Hux shares his choice of weapon.

His eyes are bright with hatred-- Hux's, his own, melding together and feeding the Dark Side-- as he keeps the pilot in place. Though he's tempted to release him, just to give him the opportunity to do something stupid and bring Hux's threat to life.

Instead, he spits some blood onto the floor. ]

You're pathetic. A fanatic cut off from your cause. You have no purpose.

[ And now, Ren's gaze shifts to look at Jim. ]

Control him. Get him out of here.

[ He won't release Poe until he's certain Jim-- or anybody-- can and will keep him under control. ]

Edited 2018-05-01 19:19 (UTC)

[ The Hosnian System.

Poe makes an involuntary noise, a twisted gasp of grief, and there's no way Ren can avoid feeling it: the marrow-deep wash of despair that rises in him. It's a different tenor of the same feeling Ren has gotten from him once before, this time so much worse, so much worse.

Poe doesn't care about being called pathetic. It's the other parts that cut. Even then, it's like a stone thrown against a tidal surge.

Hosnian Prime. Home. It's not Yavin 4, but it's still home. The statue of Bail Organa, the sun sailor races, the frozen winters in the north and the thousand little bars and cafes he learned to love along with the friends he had stationed there.

God, all the friends he had stationed there.

Poe grits his teeth, even as tears he's been denying for months start to flow. ]

The next time I put my hands on you, Hux, I'm going to fucking kill you.

Edited 2018-05-01 19:33 (UTC)

[ A lot seems to fly over his head, right now. There's a history here, he's sure— he was sure of that much even before, when they were just punching each other, rather than insulting each other. Now, it's made a little clearer.

Because while it is blatantly clear that Jim is missing bits and pieces, he's also smart enough to put what pieces he does have together. Hux's words alone paint a good portion of that picture for him, and they settle heavily at the pit of his stomach. Like poison.

Jim almost wants to throw up. He's not sure if it's because of the hit against the table or something else entirely, but his head is spinning nonetheless. His gaze leaves Hux as though he can't even bear to look at him, and his glazed eyes settle on Ren for the brief moment he's talking to him.

Then he turns to Poe. He's the one who matters right now. The only one he really cares about getting out of here. ]

Poe... please. [ He leans in, hands clinging tight to the pilot's arms. ] Let's just go. It's not worth it, please... come with me.

[ He refuses to let it show on his face when anger falters under Jim's accusatory stare, an internal hiccup that has his grip around Ren's wrist twitching. Hux watches as Jim tries to coax any degree of common-sense into Dameron, his gaze sliding to fix on the pilot as though he expected nothing less than the threat he gets. Unruffled. Hating him more, somehow for turning Kirk against him like this.

But he still has Ren at his side, solid and powerful, so Hux holds his ground and pretends it's the high kind. ]

It's worth it.

[ His eyes are still on Hux, Ren forgotten for the moment. Roiling hate mixes with Poe's grief.

Still. He doesn't want to pull Jim into it. He doesn't want to put someone else he cares about at risk. He lets Jim pull him away, feels his muscles unlock as he does it.

He doesn't stop watching Hux. What was it John had said, months ago now? 'I've made bigger people disappear from smaller places.'

It would be worth it. If he had any right to ask John for something so big, if he had any right to ask John for anything at all, it would be worth it. ]

Edited 2018-05-05 16:05 (UTC)

[ Ren casts a brief look at Hux, trying not to let his confusion show too plainly when fingers twitch against his wrist. There's conflict. He doesn't think he's ever felt conflict in the general before.

And beyond that... There's hatred all around him, and grief, and disgust, a cocktail of misery that Ren has to shut out of the Force before it overwhelms his senses. The Dark is so strong, the impulse to go against his word and eliminate Poe, and Jim, and everyone else in the bar (not Hux, though, who's chosen him and given him strength, trusted in him and the Force)...

But there's an ember of Light buried beneath it all, and that, too, he tries to shut out. Memories sneak through the Darkness to strip away at his resolve. Memories of Ben meeting Poe, who was at first strained and tense, but... showed him kindness, despite knowing what the boy would become. Memories of being shown the A-wing that belonged to the pilot's mother. Memories of torture, experienced through the wrong perspective...

The corners of Ren's mouth twitch a little, pulling into a brief wince, as he releases Dameron from the Force's grip. Tensions are high around him, but his own anger begins to deflate, replaced with something he can't quite place. ]

For all your rage... You will never bring those lives back. You can never really avenge them. [ Those are his parting words, voice deceptively soft, despite the inherent cruelty. But, there's something else there, an odd strain of what might be empathy as he adds: ] The helplessness must be maddening.

[ ANYWAY. Go away now so he can dramatically exit with Hux!! ]

Edited 2018-05-07 00:13 (UTC)

[ Jim's right there to catch Poe's weight as Ren releases him, his arms wrapping around the pilot's frame and holding him close. He's not entirely sure how well Poe can stand on his own two feet, but until he's completely sure he can walk on his own, he puts an arm around his back, hoisting his weight up and keeping him upright.

That would've been it. He was ready to turn around and leave without so much as a glance over his shoulder, but of course the other guy just couldn't let go without having the last word in.

Honestly, Jim couldn't care less if the words come from a place of empathy, or sadness, or grief. All he hears is the poison in them, and it makes him sick. ]

Go fuck yourself! [ He barks out as he points a finger at Ren, gritting his teeth. Hux is practically nonexistent in his field of vision when he's purposefully ignoring him. ] We're leaving. Just... shut your mouth already.

[ Adjusting Poe's weight a little, he finally turns both their backs on the pair for good, then gently carries Poe out the door, the fresh air offering a semblance of relief as it hits his face. ]

[ Jim doesn't address Hux, not directly. It's a small mercy and allows a small grain of hope to fester in between his ribs where all the most useless and embarrassing secrets hide, out of sight. He can't say he's sorry to seem Dameron hauled out like the trash he is, a sigh leaving Armitage once the door closes on their heels and he's left alone with a bleeding nose, Ren, and a bar full of liquor. He doesn't mind two out of three, for once. ]

You did well, not letting him get to you at the end. Thank you for getting him off me.

[ Turning toward the bar, which also happens to have Hux face Ren, his grip eases on a wrist and his fingers trail down the inside of a palm, uncertain whether Ren will want to be released or keep his connection to the Force awhile longer. Armitage isn't as averse to the contact as he would usually be and not only because, moments ago, Ren became a living weapon on his behalf. ]

Would you ... care for a drink? Perhaps some ice for our faces.

Edited 2018-05-07 17:52 (UTC)

( AND SO THEIR ADVENTURES CONTINUE HERE. Carry on, Jim and Poe. )

[ Poe closes his eyes and lets Kirk lead him out. He only knows they've made it by the change in sound, the cool of fresh air washing away the smells of fresh booze and vomit.

He's still crying. He can feel it on his face, his eyes, the tickle of his nose running and the trace of tears down the side of his neck and the point of his chin.

If he could stop doing that, at least. That would be something. If he could stop doing that--but Kirk already saw him break. The entire bar saw him break. Even if he stops crying now, there's no coming back from it. ]

[ Jim can't speak for everyone else in that bar, but as far as he's concerned, this in no way changes how he sees Poe. If anything he understands the reason why he's crying. He would understand all the more were he aware of all the people he knew in that system. ]

I've never been to your place. [ He says quietly, seemingly apropos of nothing. But then he adds. ] I'll take you there, but you've gotta tell me the way.

[ Poe swallows. Sniffs. Clears his throat. Tries to sound like he's okay even though his throat is still squeezed tight, like he could be strangled if he lets his guard down.

He gives Kirk his address--a fair distance away, far enough that people from the bar couldn't easily follow him home.]

Kind of a hike.

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