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Lt. Dopheld Mitaka’s Wookie Life Day Party was about to be ruined. Interactions between Carise Sindian and General Hux had begun frostily enough: snide comments, clipped retorts, and Death Star-sized shade. Relations had since devolved to flushed faces and steadily increasing vocal volume. Tension held the room in quiet suspense as the rest of the party-goers focused on the ever narrowing point between Hux and Carise’s faces as their indignation overcame the natural propriety of personal space.
The tension was momentarily broken when the doors hissed open to suddenly reveal five Knights of Ren who were attempting to be “fashionably” late. In the abrupt silence between Carise and Hux that followed an entirely new tension was formed as the Knights drifted into the room, black robes swishing.
Dopheld’s party was now officially ruined. He had no clue of the actual names of the Knights of Ren, other than “Something” Ren, but he had assigned them all monikers in his own mind. The Monk, the Sniper, the Rogue, the Heavy, and the Armory, Mitaka ticked them off his mental list as they passed him.
It was immediately apparent that the Monk was merely making an appearance as he refused the offer of Wookie Nog from the serving droid and stood with his back against the wall to observe the party goers. At least Mitaka assumed they were all male and tried not to take offense that his roast was also being eschewed by the Monk.
The Heavy was an altogether different matter as he piled food onto his plate, creating a pyramid of food with no regard as to what was touching what. That particular cheese would not pair well with that particular sauce, but no, just keep lumping it all together, Dopheld thought bitterly. He had to turn away after he saw the Knight lift his helmet just enough to begin shoveling food into his mouth.
The Sniper was rummaging around in the straw dispenser, no doubt looking for straight straws, instead of the festive twirly-swirly kind Mitaka had selected for the party. Dopheld had seen this Knight stick a straight straw through his mask to spit flimsie-balls at unsuspecting officers on the bridge. He was not called the Sniper for nothing and the Lt. was sure he would manage to improvise with the straws provided and the pickled flower buds he had plucked from the jar.
The Rogue had taken up a festive straw and was currently sliding up to General Hux, sipping at the dwindling drink among the cubed ice loudly. Hux would slide the Knight a dark look and move to another section of the room. Mitaka noticed that the Rogue would eventually sidle up behind him again, each time closer than before, and slurp. Hux would put up with it for as long as Carise Sindian was still in the room. Dopheld knew Hux would be damned if he left the party before her and so he chose to suffer through the Knight’s attentions, eye twitching.
Dopheld had no idea where the Armory had gone and that displeased him the most. Naturally, Kylo Ren – “Master of the Knights of Ren” – was nowhere to be seen and thus no measure of control could be imposed upon the Knights. Probably spending Wookie Life Day alone, like a loser, Mitaka thought correctly though uncharitably.