Ben's ship dropped out of Lightspeed a few kilometers away from the grand fleet. He uses the cockpit's transmitter to contact Hux. It beeps for a few seconds.

"What is taking him so long," Cim says impatiently.

"It's 3:00 a.m. He's probably sleeping," Han deduces.

Ben hadn't even considered the time, he was glad to have someone that could keep track of important things. Then he remembered how Han was actually born yesterday. He tapped on the panel a few times to refresh the signal. Hux appeared on the holopad, in his pajamas.

"Yes, yes I'm up. What do you want?" Hux yells at Ben.

"Just checking up on you."

"Well, everything's fine, except for the fact that you woke me up."

"A hard-working Supreme Leader like you should wake up early."

Hux stares blank at Ben, with a tired fury. "Who is this alien?"

"My name is Cim, whats this guys problem?"

Hux is suddenly awake, "and who is that behind you. He looks-"

"He's a clone."

"You made a clone of yourself?!"

"Yes, his name is Han. Now you'll have someone to help you when I'm gone."

"Why is he bald?"

"That's just how the chamber works."

"How is he supposed to help me?"

"He knows everything I know. He's very intelligent, he doesn't have my weaknesses."

"Fine, but I'm not calling him Ben."

"You don't have to, his name is Han."

Hux whines, "That seems a little strange."

"I know, but I'm ok with it."

"You're not going to use him as a punching bag, are you?"

Ben is fed up, "no, I believe killing Han was a mistake. I've accepted him as a part of my life and no longer blame him for what has happened to me."

"Wow, where did you even go?"

"Kamino and next we go to Geonosis."

"Why are you going there again?"

"There is a temple I need to see, it should help me figure out what we are going to do with the galaxy"

"You mean you still don't know what to do?"

Ben sighs, "I'm close. Trust me."

Hux exhales, "this better work."

"It will. I'm glad nothing crazy happened when I was gone, it's good to talk to you again." Ben says joyfully.

"About that."

"What?"

"I've got a story for you," Hux says sitting up straighter.

4 days ago.

Hux is scrolling through messages from the outer fleets when he decides to walk down the hall and get some tea. He makes it to the main bridge and approaches the concession droid. He asks for Deychin tea, but the droid won't serve hot drinks. He scoffs and orders Ardees tea instead. He strolls down the hall and a group of Stormtroopers is about to march in his path. They almost run him over but stop and stare fearfully. Hux toys with them by raising his hand slowly in a threatening manner. Then he walks away sparing the fools, he chuckles to himself at the way they shook at his imaginary power. He walks to his shipside thrown, he throws his cape to his personal service droid. He leisurely sits in his throne, about to sip his cooled tea. Before he can drink it, a lower ranked commander walks up.

"Supreme Leader, Captain Phasma would like to transmit to you."

Hux spits into his tea, "who-who did you say?"

"Captain Phasma, sir. She's on the transmitter, shall I patch her through?"

Hux swallows, rather hard, "of course. I'll take it in my room."

Hux gets up and struts to the end of the hall, then sprints to his room, forgetting his cape. He sits down on his bed and looks at his large screen. He quickly fixes his hair, pushes a button on the panel, and awaits the connection. When he sees her, she is heavily damaged. Her armor has been replaced with silver and black stormtrooper armor. Her face is charred and her eye has been replaced by a cybernetic eye. She sits in what looks to be the cockpit of a small cruiser.

Hux stares awkwardly, "Phasma, it is good to see you." Hux lies.

Phasma stares at him silently for a moment, "I need a crew."

Hux looks at his separate monitor, he bites his lip in fear. "The problem is that we pronounced you dead, so we need to add you back into the system-"

Phasma cuts him off, "Hux, give me a crew or I swear by everything you know I will tear your eyes out."

"Right, I will do that."

"Actually, I want a fleet."

"Now, you know I can't-"

"Hux, please."

"Right. It's done."

Ben looks up at his friend, shocked. "That can't be good."

"No, not good at all," Hux says embarrassed.

"Any idea where she's going?"

"If I were to guess, wherever FN-2187 went."