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[The feed opens to the sound of water and heavy breathing, sloshing up and then covering the speaker of Kylo Ren's communicator. He kicks hard, freeing himself from the wreckage of his Tie Silencer, which has just crashed in a shallow bay off the coast, a large rock punctured right through the side of it, fire licking at the console. He shrugs off his cape, which is jammed between the chair and the rock, before he hauls himself out of the cockpit, splashing into the waist deep water.

The communicator floats a few inches away, before he cuts off the video with the wide span of his hand, and there's only sound of him stumbling and sloshing to shore before it's thrown along with a bundle of wet clothing into the sand. The feed is at an angle pitched at the tall man as he sheds his coat and then his undershirt and arm guards, bruises already blossoming over his scar covered torso. Once free of the heavy fabric he grabs his communicator which is, conveniently, already showing connected. His face is cut in half by a nasty twisted scar, blood smeared on his forehead. ]

Hux. [He’s trying to catch his breath, and squints at the sun and sand, the heat intense. He doesn’t recognize any of the surroundings, and hadn’t been anywhere near a planet to have accidentally ran into it to begin with. And it wasn’t like someone could hide an entire planet could they?] I need an immediate recovery. 

[There's no response of course, and he frowns at the communicator, his eyebrows furrowing as he paws some blood off his forehead, looking at his gloved fingers for half a second before he taps a few buttons on  the device. What ever frequency he's on, it's not the one the First Order uses. He sucks at his teeth, the muscles of his jaw working as he changes tones, straightening up. ]

If there is anyone on this line. Answer me.