Phasma had not expected a knock on her door at this time of hour. Most officers or troopers would be asleep by now except maybe General Hux. With that in mind, she quickly put on her chrome armor and opened the door to see Trihorn with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Grand Admiral." Phasma greeted.

"Relax, Phasma. I prefer you call me by my name. It is more… Suitable to me." Trihorn replied. "May I come in?"

"Certainly." Phasma moved out of the way and allowed Trihorn to enter.

Phasma's quarters was quite large with a personal shower, a comfy looking bed, and a desk to one side with a lamp. Trihorn was actually surprised at the size but didn't comment as she was a high-ranking officer. Instead, he turned on his heel to face Phasma who was standing at attention a few meters away from him.

"Sheesh, at ease Phasma. I'm not here to berate you or anything. This is just a friendly meeting. A friend to friend." Trihorn said, gesturing between himself and Phasma. "I'm just here to say sorry for acting the way I did on the X-factor."

That caused Phasma to tilt her head. "You are a high-ranking Imperial and you are apologizing to me?"

"Hey, I know I'm insane but you don't have to say it." Trihorn huffed before smiling slightly. "The thing is, if we are to work together, we must put aside all grudges so I'm sorry if I caused you any."

"The apology is not necessary as you are already forgiven." Phasma answered.

"Perfect! I'm going to go get another drink." Trihorn chuckled and was about to walk past Phasma but decided instead to stop and whisper in her ear. "By the way, I would like to see you without your helmet."

With a final mock salute, Trihorn walked out of the room leaving a baffled chrome storm trooper. Phasma no longer knew what to expect from the man. She could only hope that he wasn't going to disappoint the First Order.

~~1 month later~~

A whole standard month had passed since the rescue from the X-factor and the escape from the black hole. Lynx was currently at the observation deck of the Finalizer, she didn't know where exactly but the trooper said that she could see the stars from here. Now, you might be thinking, she's blind, she can't see the stars. Even the trooper who guided her here had asked that exact same question the first time she asked.

Back then, she really couldn't see but she just wanted to stare off into space or well, darkness. Although, just a week back during a spar with Captain Phasma, she was able to see. Granted it wasn't a full sight return, it was still something. It happened when Phasma managed to hit the left side of her head, just above her ear which caused her to fall to the ground.

When she did, a sort of ripple occurred and she could see the shape of her hands which surprised her. However, before she even had the time to study it, the ripples became constant and it came from Phasma who was about to hit her so she quickly rolled out of the way. When she stood back up, she saw her siblings towards one side as well as Hux and Ren in a separate room behind glass which caused her heart to leap.

She could see.

She also saw Phasma coming after her again so she quickly pushed all feelings aside and focused on blocking her attack. Too bad she lost her staff early on in the fight so she had to use her hands and she swore it was going to be painful as hell for the next few weeks which it was. She groaned at the memory but then smiled when she remembered sending Phasma to the ground in just two moves. The surprise radiating off of her and the gasp from her siblings really sent her told her a lot in the waves.

Echolocation.

That was what her brother had called it. It wasn't force sight or anything. It was vision through the ripple of molecules in the air to see the world in a black and blue. The shapes were outlined in blue with everything else in black which gave her a hologram type feeling whenever she looked at the world.

It was still weird in her mind but she had been trying to get used to it. She glanced behind her when she heard the door move to see General Hux making his way towards her. For the first time, she could see his features which caused her breath to hitch. She wasn't going to lie, the General looked…

You're staring. She scolded herself and quickly look back at the stars.

She frowned on the inside but kept a cool look on the outside. To be honest, this wasn't actually the first time she could see his features. The first time she had her normal vision had been when she slammed him to the wall but back then she had been too focused in trying to find any pity mark in his bright blue eyes that the revelation didn't surprise her until now.

However, she could remember that his skin was pale and his hair was red in color which was easy enough to picture in her mind. Oh, how she missed colors like Trihorn missing his bottle of Coreallian wine. Speaking of that man, he had gone off to a separate planet that was housing his precious flagship.

"You wouldn't be able to see space with your special sight." Hux said and Lynx let out a chuckle.

"One can only hope."

"Only the rebels use hope." Hux scowled and Lynx just looked at him with an unamused look.

"Everyone has hope for something… What do you hope for?" Lynx tilted her head slightly while Hux just looked back at the stars.

"Hope to end the New Republic and Resistance." Hux answered albeit reluctantly.

"See? Everyone has hope whether it is good or bad." Lynx chuckled and looked back at the stars when Hux looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Why do you always think like that?"

"Like how?"

"You keep looking at both sides of the story."

"Blame Trihorn." Lynx sighed slightly. "I used to be a cynic but Trihorn's carefree attitude rubbed it off me. However, that's not to say that my cynical side has completely disappeared. Once my siblings leave my side, I will return to the bounty hunter I once was like it was a snap of a thread."

"What do you mean by that?" Hux tilted his head slightly at Lynx.

"I mean, when in proximity with my siblings, there is this bond… A force bond of some sort that contributes some differences and makes us equal. Before I met them, I was a bloodthirsty bounty hunter who wanted nothing more than to kill people to get my pay. I didn't care about collateral back then but now, I sort of do." Lynx explained before ending it with a hum.

"I see…" Hux nodded slightly before looking back at the stars.

Blissful silence fell over them and Lynx couldn't help but wished she could actually see the stars in the darkness. She wanted to experience the little things again. She had taken them for granted thirty or so years ago, she didn't want to do the same now. Although, now that she had limited vision, that didn't matter now.

Enjoy the little things, her mother had once told her before her death. You never know when you might lose them to some kriffing abusive father and a black hole.

Her father… Or foster father to be honest, was the one who had beat her into submission and she followed his every order to her core, never once disobeying him in hopes of not getting punished. That was until he was fatally injured and she didn't even think twice while pulling the trigger to his head, ending his pitiful life. She took over his job after that and succeeded where he hadn't.

"We're more common than you realize." Lynx found herself saying and changed her face into confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm just musing." Lynx replied quickly and turned around to start walking towards the door. The automated door opened but before she could take another step, it slammed shut in front of her.

Courtesy of the General who apparently has some subtlety, she thought bitterly but didn't face the redhead.

He was studying her and she knew it but too bad, she wasn't going to say anything. She just stood still and after five minutes of complete silence, she tilted her head slightly to face him. She felt a change, a small ripple through the air that was barely noticeable but all her senses had heightened with the loss of her vision.

A voice suddenly whispered in her mind, 'Trust'. The small change was trust?

"We are no different." Hux finally spoke and Lynx stared at the man but kept her mouth in a thin line. "Abusive fathers..." He removed his left glove and used his bare hands to trail Lynx's scar. "Our need for authority and control. To be the top of the command chain. I have no believe in fate but in this case, it was fate that brought us together."

How cheesy. Lynx thought amusedly before noticing that Hux had gotten closer, his hot breath could be felt on her face causing her to blush and her heart to race.

Just as Hux was about to close the distance between their lips, the door suddenly opened and the two immediately jumped away from each other in surprise. Standing at the door was a more than baffled Mia who immediately smirked when she realized that she had walked into something.

"Not a word." Hux spat while the small adult just crossed her heart.

"No one except Ren and Trihorn."

"Sis…" Lynx warned but Mia just shook her head.

"You can never trust me with secrets, sister. Especially when I plan to drink!" She laughed and ran down the hall while Lynx blinked twice before realizing the spy's words.

"Mia! Get your kriffing butt back here, you son of a bantha!"

"I've called dibs!"

"They can truly be an annoyance." Hux sighed before his lips tugged into a small smile. "And an amazing distraction."

~~Moments ago~~

The modified lambda-shuttle which Phasma immediately recognized as Trihorn's – the man had some issues – landed on the hangar bay of the Finalizer, in the exact time Trihorn had estimated he would arrive.

The man seriously had issues, Phasma thought again when the ramp lowered.

Without even waiting for the smoke to disappear, Trihorn walked down the ramp with a single bottle in his hands. Phasma immediately stood at attention, knowing that Trihorn was a rank higher than her.

"Admiral." Phasma greeted and Trihorn nearly fell on his back.

"For Force's sake, Phasma. Use my name." Trihorn scowled but a smile still formed on his lips.

"Apologies, I have been ingrained with the training much like you have with your customs." Phasma replied wittily which caused Trihorn to smirk.

"Oh, developed some sarcasm have you now?"

"You can thank your sister for that." Phasma grimaced under the mask, not liking the memory one bit. Still, having another female was like a reawakening. She could do the 'girl talk' with Mia and Lynx which was always enlightening.

"Heh, I told you a little company is overdue. For now, I need my own company. Tell General Hux that I have finally found a crate of Port in a Storm. Such liquor was not easy to find and I had to go through nearly thirty of my contacts to get it." Trihorn said while showing the liquor bottle in his hands.

"Right away, sir- Trihorn." Phasma corrected herself when Trihorn glared at her.

"That won't be necessary." The both of them turned their heads towards Mia who was walking towards them.

"Hey, sis." Trihorn greeted and Mia did a small bow to greet him. "I see your training is paying off."

"Without your carefreeness – if that is even a word – I have become more disciplined in addition to Ren's training. I feel like falling into the ocean and letting it drift me a sea." Mia frowned slightly before seeing the bottle of alcohol. "You've got to be joking."

"Go call them now. I will wait for you in Hux's office." Trihorn said quickly when he saw the fire in her eyes. No way in the Malachor was he going to give this to her.

"Aw…" Mia pouted but eagerly ran down the hall to find Hux and possibly Lynx as well.

Meanwhile, Trihorn and Phasma journeyed to Hux's office after the Admiral gave orders to bring the crate of alcohol to storage where he will slowly bring it up to the General's office. He cannot let Mia see that thing, it will drive everyone on board insane and that would not do when you have limited resources. When they arrived at the office, Kylo Ren was already seated on the couch, looking as relaxed and intimidating as ever.

"Greetings Ren." Trihorn greeted casually.

"You do not have the privilege to call me that." Ren said monotonously and the sentence was more of friendly banter than anything.

"Oh, I have all rights. You are outside of the hierarchy going on around this place. I even called Vader that and he said nothing." Trihorn retorted while putting the bottle on the bar. "By the way, are you going to try? I probably won't give to Phasma, if you don't want to remove your helmet that is."

"It's too strong for my liking." Ren replied.

"So, you've tried?"

"No. My father told me about it." Ren said before brooding which Trihorn was having none of.

"Hey, I'll let you try a sip. I'm letting Hux only drink half because one shot is too much for a man like him." Trihorn said and Ren chuckled slightly.

"So, you think he cannot handle it?"

"Trust me, no one can handle this but Lynx, Mia and I have Pamarthe blood in our systems. I figured it out when I took a whole bottle and realized that everyone else was staring at me like I was bantha fodder." Trihorn smirked before pouring a cup and that was when Lynx and Mia burst through the door.

Lynx managed to tackle the smaller female who fell on her stomach and yelped in pain. Mia struggled to get back up but Lynx had a lot more strength to pin her down by placing her left hand on Mia's neck while her left knee was on Mia's back. The smaller adult growled at her sister before looking at Trihorn with pleading eyes.

"Bro! Help!" She yelled to Trihorn who looked at her with one raised eyebrow.

"Force no. The last time you drank this, more than ten people committed suicide including my own sanity. There is no way I'm letting you drink this while you are being surrounded by allies." Trihorn scowled causing Mia to pout and stop flailing, just in time as Hux entered the room.

"I take it she stopped?"

"Nope. She'll probably try again which is why I require Phasma to hold her down." Trihorn motioned with his head towards the chrome storm trooper who stepped in and copied what Lynx had done to hold her down.

"For how long do I have to hold this position?" Phasma questioned.

"Five minutes." Trihorn told her before giving the half-filled wine glass to Hux while he gave a smaller dot to Ren who hesitated in opening his helmet. "Sorry Hux, I estimated that you can only handle half of it."

"You dare insult my drinking abilities?" Hux growled but Trihorn held his hand up in defense while Lynx poured two glass full of Port in a Storm.

"No Hux. I have seen men who drink fifty bottles of Coreallian wine fall flat on their face with one shot of Port in a Storm. To say the least, you will feel half-drunk after drinking this and we need you to not have a massive hangover tomorrow." Trihorn defended himself before looking at Ren who had removed his helmet.

Mia's jaw dropped at the sight of his scar, not as intimidating as Lynx's but it was still nasty looking. She quickly closed her mouth before anyone could notice her staring. That didn't matter though as Lynx and Trihorn had expected her to do so causing them to grin at each other. However, they didn't push on that topic and instead continued the casual conversation.

"I would listen to him, Hux." Lynx piped up, giving a glass to Trihorn while she raised her own. "To the success of the First Order."

They clinked their glasses before taking the shot and Hux immediately swayed at the effects. Ren had to blink a couple of times to remove the blurriness from his vision but needless to say, the both of them were already drunk. Ren quickly took a seat on the couch and leaned back to rest his head while the room around him spun.

Lynx decided to refill her glass while Trihorn guided Hux to his seat. The General was really swaying and he still had to discuss some stuff with him. So, he decided to wait and watch in silence until five minutes had passed and Phasma was allowed to get off of Mia. Lynx and Trihorn immediately guarded the bottle but Mia was not interested in that and instead focused on a slightly drunk Ren.

Even through the blurriness of his vision, Ren was somehow able to focus onto the approaching small adult. He kept a straight face even as Mia knelt down in front of his sitting position and trailed the scar. He had to hold down a shiver that was threatening to expose itself at the gentle, warm touch.

"Phasma, would you like to try?" Lynx asked the chrome trooper who hesitated.

"I am not sure-."

"We're all your superiors here so I suggest you obey." Trihorn smirked slightly as he had waited a whole month to see Phasma out of her helmet.

Phasma hesitated once again but the look from Trihorn's dark blue eyes caused her to obey. Slowly but surely, she removed her helmet with relative ease and swung her hair back. Trihorn's eyes widened and he felt his jaw drop before Lynx closed it for him harshly, snapping him out of his stare.

Phasma, for a storm trooper, had very fair skin and neck-long blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Lynx gently passed a wine glass which only had a drop, just to see if Phasma could handle it. Trihorn thought Phasma would at least show some signs of blushing or something but there was no redness on her fair toned cheek.

Damn, she's tough. Trihorn thought with a smile and watched as Phasma tried out the powerful alcohol. Too bad she can't handle the liquor.

"Careful!" Trihorn managed to catch her on time before she fell on the ground and her eyes were spinning.

"Apparently, she doesn't drink." Lynx stated while Trihorn carried Phasma, one hand under her back while the other under her knees.

"I guessed that much. Ren, move aside." Trihorn told the Knight who stood up with the help of Mia and took a seat on the cantina chair.

Trihorn gently settled Phasma on the couch and placed her helmet on the coffee table before going to Hux who was holding his head in his hands. Lynx was about to take a sip from her newly refilled glass when Trihorn snatched it from her. She frowned before grabbing the secondary glass of filled alcohol and took a couple of sips then while watching Trihorn approach the drunk General. She pitied him because this stuff was really very strong but she quickly pushed that thought aside before she could dwell on it as Trihorn was talking.

"Are you up for a discussion, General?" He said with a certain tone that said he meant business.

"I don't think I can." Hux muttered and Lynx could barely hear him. "I've never been this drunk."

"Well, this is true alcohol." Trihorn chuckled before he looked at Hux pitifully. "I'll let you rest. Tomorrow, I want to discuss about my flagship and its progress."

"Very well." Hux made a motion to stand up but Trihorn leaned over the desk to force him to sit back down.

"You cannot walk back to your quarters in your condition." Trihorn said before turning around. "Mia! Get the kriff away from there!"

"So close!" Mia pouted when Lynx moved the bottle away from her.

"Mia, hands off unless you want to float aimlessly in space." Lynx scowled and the young female only pouted again.

"I wan~!" Mia whined which caused Trihorn's right eye to twitch.

"No whining for force's sake."

"I want it!"

"Now she's being childish." Lynx huffed before seeing Ren pull the small female closer towards him in a sort of hug.

"Mia, behave if you will. You are giving Master a headache." Ren purred into her ear causing Mia to pout but she listened to him.

"I think I've finally gone insane." Trihorn's eye twitched again.

"You're not the only one."

~~The Next Day~~

"Absolutely not!" Hux yelled before Trihorn could even finish his statement.

At the very morning, Hux had called Trihorn to come and discuss about his flagship. Trihorn had been reluctant because the bed was so comfortable after sleeping in a cot for so long but the General basically demanded for him to come. It was a bad idea on Hux's part as it only increased his hungover pain tenfold.

Other than that, when Trihorn entered the office, he had seen Hux being so pale – paler than usual like he was a ghost – he had thought of just turning away to let him rest but then he turned on his heel again and stopped at Hux's call. Then came the long discussion where Trihorn tried to pull up all his forgotten political tactics.

"Hux, just ten percent, come on."

"Supreme Leader has said not to spare any resources to your repairs. Especially the material you are asking now which is nigh impossible for us to get!"

"Where is Lynx when you need her?" Trihorn asked himself before sighing. "Hux, the X-factor is one of the best defense vessel ever created since the Empire. If we are to have a fully working vessel that can handle over twenty proton bombs or whatever the Resistance has to offer, it would be a great addition to the fleet. Think of it. You only have one Resurgent-class battle cruiser and two worn down ISDs. Thus, having the X-factor will be beneficial especially when the Finalizer can focus solely on attack to destroy our enemies."

Hux stayed quiet for a while as he thought through Trihorn's retort. The older man could only hope that Hux would agree considering the current dilemma they were having. The Resistance were still AWOL – in their eyes anyway – and have not been doing anything to show that they are either rebuilding or training more troops.

Trihorn was slightly worried about that and he knew the young General was as well because great minds think alike. However, they couldn't really do anything about it as Supreme Leader had not given any new orders. He wondered what the Supreme Leader was doing anyway.

"Five percent." Hux finally spoke and Trihorn blinked to get the numbers in his head.

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Deal." Trihorn nodded and held out his hand which Hux shook, sealing the deal.

"The materials will be transported to your shuttle by tomorrow."

"That won't be necessary." Trihorn smiled slightly before the two men turned their heads towards the door as Lynx walked in.

"We're about to reach Mandalore."

"What are we doing here?" Hux questioned and the other two just smiled.

"Come aboard Ren's shuttle. We've got politics to settle."