[None of it wildly off the mark; none of it quite at the bulls-eye. Neither a pathetic answer nor a worrisomely incisive one. Jedao grinds his own teeth against the siren song of paranoia. Hux is a blunt instrument, and this is not a calculated display of moderate competence intended to lure him into lowering his guard.]
I don't need to punish myself.
[Other people generally take care of it; when cruelty fails, his nightmares are ever reliable.]
The only other thing I called you about for today is a statement of intent. We already know who each other is, and that's what makes this whole pairing ridiculously complex.
Regardless, I take my responsibilities here seriously. As such, I'm going to do my best to treat you with civility, fairness, and respect.
I don't respect you and I don't respect your wardenship, which is a lilyfucking farce. I've been working to graduate on my fucking own since my REAL warden left and I intend to continue.
Either make a move or fuck all the way off, but don't make me bother with half measures.
[He doesn't include a theatrically gory threat this time, which is a sign that he means it.]
[odd that this is really the first time Hux has been in awe of Jedao's direct nature. He likes it, even though it's mainly directed at him, Ugh. He's making a move now by introducing himself and attempting to start afresh, but clearly that's going so swimmingly]
Putting aside the whole 'respect is how you first get results', then fine.
Tell me about the Hexarchate. I don't understand some parts of it.
Beautiful in the eyeballs. Beautiful in its beauty.
I assume you can understand horror, and power, and maybe even courtesy and scale. But no one here understands that it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. It was so beautiful your eyes got sick of it.
[Truth. His home was glassed by the Hafn in a minor border raid; his home was a ship who probably hated him; his home was anywhere Kujen said so, and he misses it not at all, except when he does, for the simple contentment he had no choice but to receive.
It's very simple. The factions handle faction business. Each faction has a Hexarch, who is the absolute authority over their own faction and everyone in it, except when they aren't. The factionless are free game. The Hexarchs pretend to have a council, but really what they have is a very encrypted chatroom where they scheme and yell at each other.
It reminds me of one of the Unknown Regions' territories, but without knowing much about them I can't say for sure. They're extraordinarily secretive, less prone to emotional outbursts and rigorous in their defenses.
It's simple like scaffolding is simple. Chains of responsibility are clear. Every faction has their own infernally complicated internal structures, and every planet and station has its own traditions under the factions, like fresh milk under the milkfat. But everywhere you go, the Vidona run the schools, the Rahal rule on laws, the Andan promote culture. Simple shapes make for stable fractals.
My society’s method of thinking was about as healthful, and as rapidly spreading, if there were fresh meat on offer. I’ve put some effort, over the last two years, into containing and concealing what details might prove most necessary to its infection of other worlds.
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I don't need to punish myself.
[Other people generally take care of it; when cruelty fails, his nightmares are ever reliable.]
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The only other thing I called you about for today is a statement of intent. We already know who each other is, and that's what makes this whole pairing ridiculously complex.
Regardless, I take my responsibilities here seriously. As such, I'm going to do my best to treat you with civility, fairness, and respect.
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I don't respect you and I don't respect your wardenship, which is a lilyfucking farce. I've been working to graduate on my fucking own since my REAL warden left and I intend to continue.
Either make a move or fuck all the way off, but don't make me bother with half measures.
[He doesn't include a theatrically gory threat this time, which is a sign that he means it.]
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Putting aside the whole 'respect is how you first get results', then fine.
Tell me about the Hexarchate. I don't understand some parts of it.
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Nobody does.
It was beautiful.
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And, sorry, is it a government or a cultural territory?
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I assume you can understand horror, and power, and maybe even courtesy and scale. But no one here understands that it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. It was so beautiful your eyes got sick of it.
And yes.
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[Lie. Truth. Not much. Not that part. Not usually.]
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[Truth. His home was glassed by the Hafn in a minor border raid; his home was a ship who probably hated him; his home was anywhere Kujen said so, and he misses it not at all, except when he does, for the simple contentment he had no choice but to receive.
And lie.]
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Strange as it may seem, I've only known one form of government and yours is rather alien to me. So I'm attempting to put it into a greater context.
Perhaps this is too much of a conversation to have on our first day.
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[And pulling strings beneath it all, Kujen.]
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Childish? And typical.
[It sort of reminds Hux of a proto-Chiss society.]
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I don't have much to compare it to, either.
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Do you have a few books that I can borrow?
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Have you seen maggots spread through a corpse?
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I assume there's some sort of point to this disgusting metaphor.
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My society’s method of thinking was about as healthful, and as rapidly spreading, if there were fresh meat on offer. I’ve put some effort, over the last two years, into containing and concealing what details might prove most necessary to its infection of other worlds.
So, no, I will not explain the mechanisms.
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