Trigger Un-Happy

[Prennis Keeoli]

It was hopeless. Utterly and completely.

Aes'ona kicked the back footboard under of desk and floated a few feet back in her hover chair. She ran a hand over her face, stopping to pinch her nose bridge and squeeze her eyes closed. "Kriffing hell," she muttered to no one but herself, though the small bafforr tree potted on her desk heard without understanding.

She had finally found the time to lock herself in her medbay office for the long-awaited inspection of her sidearm. Taking the blaster pistol apart was not the problem--she knew how to do that--but the cleaning. The internal workings had gone unattended and unused for too long it seemed, and now, no matter how hard Aes'ona tried, she couldn't fix the problem.

She wasn't excited to ask any of the ship mechanics for help, much less ask for a brand new SE-44C, as word would inevitably reach the Imperator. And he would most likely be less than pleased.

"Gah!" Aes'ona put both of her palms to her temples and leaned back. She had too much to do all day, every day. It had been so much simpler when she had worked on FIMS Mountbatten exclusively where the peace of the interior allowed her to opt for unarmed service.

When she was just about to get up, hide her sidearm in a drawer, walk back out into her medbay, and pretend that nothing happened, she suddenly remembered a name: Tempest. Admittedly, the two didn't know each other that well, but they had served together on a few missions, one of which was combative.

Hidden deeply under her frustration about the whole sidearm situation was a desire to learn to protect herself and others, her sometimes helpless patients specifically but comrades as well. Maybe, just maybe, he would help her and keep it a secret between them.

Sitting back down, Aes'ona browsed her First Order contacts on her datapad for a while before coming to 'FN-2826.' She inputted it into her comm headset, flipped the speaker down, and waited for a reply.

[member="Vihar Hux"]

 

[Huxy]

Aboard FIV Finalizer​

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Status| Neutral​

Equipment| SE-44C | Officer Uniform​

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Steel grey eyes swiveled around their environment, glancing monotonously across the durasteel walls and flooring which made up the uniform hallways. It was always the same, day in and day out. No that Hux minded the change of pace or environment much. He had been within the First Order Security Bureau for a year and a half now, though things still felt off and different. Much different than being in the Stormtrooper Corps. He had been relived to leave the Corps, welcoming a change of scenery and pace with widespread, open arms. For a half year he had worked as a combat engineer and operated tanks and walker occasionally in the field. Hux had enjoyed that profession.

Though High Command had deemed him unfit to serve in that field with his high skill set and combat training. Thus began the schooling at Officer Academy...all of which led him a year and a half later to become ingrained in the secretive FOSB. Hux had never seen this branch of the First Order being one that he would enter. He had always had dreams of becoming a general one day, commanding legions of stormtroopers on the battlefield like his great ancestor of old, Armitage Hux. He wanted to follow in his ancestor's footsteps, to make the man proud who had died a millennia ago. Though, dreams were squashed like bugs as they usually were in the First Order, and he had been assigned to FOSB. However, the position had grown on him considerably, now he enjoyed the time in the FOSB. Especially the respect it brought him from stormtroopers and lower ranked individuals. Hux enjoyed the feeling of being...almost praised by lower ranked officials, it felt good and intoxicating.

Static entered the right ear of Hux, it was his comn activating. Though the question was why was it activating of course. He had not been contacted about any upcoming missions or training routines. So...why was he being called now, out of nowhere. Hesitantly, the man spoke into his comn, "This is FOSB Operative Hux, who is this that is contacting me?"

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

"..." At first, Aes'ona was silent, thinking she had made an error in entering the trooper's frequency. She leaned over her desk and hovered her finger over the number sequence again. No, she had made no mistake. Still, this man, whoever he was, that was now in possession of Tempest's comm series did not sound like an enemy she wanted to make by being accusative right off the bat.

That'd not only be rude, but it would be primitive.

"Ahem," she began by clearing her throat, "I'm terribly sorry, Operative. I'm Adjunct Doctor Aes'ona Terrani with the Sixth Fleet. I'm looking for the trooper that had this address, or possibly the whole communicator, before you." Aes'ona drew in a shaky breath but steeled her resolve to keep her voice steady. Still, she couldn't help her own slight hesitance halfway through her explanation.

"FN-2826. He's not...dispatched, is he?" By that, she meant dead because suddenly and ironically the idea of someone dying was even more personal to her than it normally was.

[member="Vihar Hux"]

 

[Huxy]

Aboard FIV Finalizer

Status| Neutral
Equipment| SE-44C | Officer Uniform
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Viahr didn't know what type of answer he had been expecting. Maybe it had been one of a stuttering and nervous officer or stormtrooper that had dialed the wrong comn number. That was what he had expected. However, he didn't expect to hear that they were trying to specifically contact FN-2826, Tempest...him. People normally didn't contact the First Order Security Bureau Operative, nor did they have his contact information. Viahr had been told to keep it secret that he was now in the FOSB, thus was the reason for his name change. At least, that was one part for taking the name 'Vihar Hux.' The second reason he had taken the name was a reclamation of his ancestral identity and lineage as a person. In the Stormtrooper Corps, he had just been a number, a white helmet...a faceless soldier covered in grime and war. He had discovered his lineage after going to the Officer Academy, when a high ranking officer had contacted him and told him of his lineage. Now he knew who he was. Though, it seemed that the FOSB had forgotten to erase something. They had forgotten to erase his previous comn identification tag, they had never gotten to it. Something which did not surprise the FOSB operative, though it annoyed him.

Vihar hadn't been expecting to hear from Doctor Terrani again, he had not heard from her since Dagobah in fact. It was strange to hear her now, contacting him. Though, he appreciated that she was contacting him. At least a few people had not forgotten about him. "You're...Doctor Aes'ona Terrani? I'm sorry about that display of...uh, aggression just now. No, no don't worry, he isn't dispatched. Actually, you're talking to him right now. Long time no see, hu?"

[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

"No offense take--" the doctor began to reply until [member="Vihar Hux"] dismissed her fear of Tempest's death. She remained quiet, speechless, as he continued on the explain that he, in fact, was whom she was trying to contact.

Of course.

Occam's razor.

Aes'ona leaned over her desk again and covered half of her slightly flushed face with her hand. "Uh, yes. Too long," she muttered, internally kicking herself. The very next moment, however, she made herself sit back in her office chair and reply normally, but it wasn't long before she slipped on her own words, "Congratulations on your promotion."

Wasn't it more of a complete change of career path? What would she call such a thing? She should have known off the top of her head, for she had done it when Fleet Admiral Rausgeber had picked her off of FIMS Mountbatten to serve him. No matter. The regards were there either way. "Well done, Tem--!--I'm sorry, what did you say--?--your name has changed has it?"

Smooth, S'ona, the doctor thought to herself.