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Fives has taken apart his armor.

Oh, not his armor, but a selection he requested from bar that consistts of the same trooper helmet he wears, including the additional outside scope that hinges down over the eye slit, and the vambrace that contains the wrist comms he's used to. He's also picked up a holoprojector.

He's laid it all out on the table in his booth and he's taking the electronics out of the various parts, alternating between handheld tools as he works. What he's after is sonething that can combine the martial technology he is familiar with, with the ability to consume what he's beginning to think of as 'media,' in ways that better suit the person he watches that media with.

He's basically making a VR helmet.

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"501st battalion," Fives says, and is about to clarify he means the Grand Army of the Republic, but his eyes have now fallen on the distinctive metal cylinder on the man's belt.

"...sir."

Well, if he's getting court martialed he's getting court martialed.

Sir? The 501st battalion? He digs back into his history.

"Skywalker?"

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"Yessir."

Once Fives has his 'sir' on, it's hard to let go.

"Trooper two-seven fifty-five fifty-five."

Kylo needs a minute. Skywalker's battalion. Vader's battalion.

"Stand down." But he can keep calling him Sir. He's earned it. "What are your current orders?"

It's got to be said, this Jedi is unlike nearly every Jedi Fives has ever encountered. But his experience with Jedi is still limited, and no one is like General Skywalker or Commander Tano.

"Between deployments right now, sir," he says, standing down as ordered, but still uncomfortable seated.

"Just back from Bothawui."

He nods slowly. "Are you planning to take that augmented helmet back to base?"

Oh, that's what this was about.

"Nossir," says Fives. "Milliways use only."

"Good." That's what it became about, but Kylo is less than concerned about the helmet. Fives will get his due if he does take it back and that's not up to him.

"Any other troopers come in here?"

"Not that I know of."

And since SecUnit agreed to set up a watch for them, and will alert Fives if he sees any, Fives will soon know if there are any.

But he doesn't offer this information.

"You'll let me know if any more do." That is not a question. "I'm Kylo Ren, if you need to ask for me."

Fives considers this, almost agrees.

"With respect, sir," and he sounds sincere about the 'respect' part, "I was under the impression this place falls outside the army's scope of operations."

In other words: isn't giving him an order a Rule Two scenario?

His hand goes to the hilt of his lightsaber and he struggles to keep his expression neutral.

"You don't want me to have to find out by myself."

Fives eyes flicker with the movement, but his face does not.

"Sir," he relents, "no sir."

Stands to reason, the only Jedi in this place would be one of this kind. But he can't disobey the order.

So much for 'off duty' around here.

Hid hand flexes and relaxes, moving away from the hilt.

"Now go on about your business."

He's ready to leave.

"Yes sir."

Fives offers a dry, unimpressed smile, and gathers his stuff up. He'll take this elsewhere, then.

But the bar just became a significantly less relaxing place to be.

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