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Hank hasn’t fully stopped twitching, when the First Order lieutenant he’s met earlier enters the alcove. He now sports an enhanced cybernetic arm in place of the more lifelike prosthesis.
Despite the man’s obvious machine-likeness, Roan can still sense a strong potential for the force in him.
Roan: “I didn’t kill Hank..! No, wait, this is about your father! The one who sold you to the First order when you were a toddler.”
Danilo: “And ever since I was PL-600, loyal stormtrooper, expert marksman. But now that I’ve made officer, step-father remembers me and boasts my achievements as the results of his “parenting”.”
Roan: “Well, technically that’s true. In delegating the task to someone else, he allowed you to become what you are now. We… may have that in common.”
Danilo: “Yes, Sir. Only while your father is a nectar-soaked scoundrel, mine is a major funder of the First Order. He probably paid for the entirety of my training and equipment and yet he was too cheap to send me away to a boarding school as a kid. I wonder, what exactly is the First Order to a Knight of Ren…?”
Roan: “Ah, I see. If you were no lo longer honor-bound to the First Order primarily, but a knight instead, you could easier act on your impulses regarding your step-father. Intriguing!“
Danilo: “That about sums it up. The Ren just “is”, it doesn’t reconsider or answer to anybody, like a whirlwind, right? That’s what you taught me, anyway.”
Roan: “We’ll see what can be done. But first we’ll have to transport Cpt. Sonderan to Batuu.”
Danilo: “He’s a bit too heavy for force levitation. You grab him by the shoulders, I take the feet!”
A little later Hank comes to again to an experience he could have done without:
Danilo: “Sir! This is silly! And embarrassing! I promise I’ll never again insinuate you cannot levitate something, if only you stop this right now and let us carry him normally!”
Roan: “Just keep wailing. It’s the icing on my cake.”
Danilo: “Wait… something’s not adding up here! There was no “thud”, so Captain Sonderan didn’t drop to the floor. But Roan isn’t strong enough to force levitate him without me easing the weight.”
Roan: “You were a stormtrooper up until not long ago, PL-600, trained and indoctrinated from toddlerhood. You are incapable of NOT following orders, so despite you having walked away in an act of “deviance”, you’re still carrying the captive.”
Danilo: “I’m positive I don’t.“
Roan: “Well, yes, technically it’s the Force doing it. Through you.”
Hank: “I can’t even… I’m too sober to be prisoner of not just one, but two of those Dark Jedi crapheads…”
Roan: “Ah, wrong phrasing. Not the teeth-clenching, brows furrowing variety of concentration. I meant… focus! Yes, that’s it! Let yourself flow into the Force and feel how it connects everything, the living beings and the clumsy matter. Now look for your target in the Force. Focus on it - and then bring it down in one fell swoop! Or nicely upwards, in our case.”