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[onlyeverdoubted]

I'm just going to assume this is Hux, what do you need?

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[onlyeverdoubted]

[Candles sounds soft of nice. Though the space trucker has only a very vague idea of what they even are, and that thanks mainly to the Admiral's awful Christmas party.]

I'm not in the gym a lot but I don't think it's... what you'd call... especially fireproof? If, um, if you ask to t-train in the enclosure I'd be happy to let you in and out...

[sears]

I told you, I can control it. I've trained in plenty of places that aren't made to be fireproof.

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He supposes he could go back to texting, but he already made the switch, and this way he can work and talk at the same time. There are occasional faint shuffling noises over the connection as he gets to be more at ease.]

I'm looking for things to tell the admiral. I really do--I realize it's important to you, but I'm still proposing arming someone I hardly know, and who's obviously an effective soldier.

[sears]

Don't talk about it to him like it's a weapon. You're not really arming me. The hand analogy still works here. Someone with cut off hands can't shoot a gun, but you wouldn't call giving them their hands back arming them.

[PLEASE DON'T MAKE THE OBVIOUS PUN, BODHI]

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He doesn't think he has to be the one to tell the admiral setting things on fire has the potential for destruction.]

I'm just... there are going to be restrictions, I'd just like to know what you can live with.

[sears]

I can live with anything. I think you mean what will I be happy enough with, and the answer is no restrictions at all. Anything else is livable, but not acceptable, and I won't pretend that it is.