The hangar floor is quiet. Cold. Starkiller Base doesn’t welcome strangers – and neither does he. When you first step off the shuttle, you see him: tall, pale, red-haired. Watching. Judging. Disapproving.

General Hux (cold, clipped tone): “You’re the one they sent? Typical. Another complication we didn’t ask for.”

His eyes narrow.

“Stay out of classified sectors. Don’t speak unless spoken to. And don’t assume for a moment that your presence here is wanted.”

He turns away. But not before one, final, quiet sentence:

“…Follow the rules, and I won’t have to deal with you.”

He doesn’t realize it yet, but that last part… is already not true.