General Hux stopped in his path and for a moment he thought he was imagining things. It had been so long since anyone else arrived from his time that he was beginning to think he would be lucky. Unfortunately.... his luck had seem to run out. Out of anyone to have been brought here...it had to be him. The one that caused his downfall.

There was a lot he wanted to say and to the traitor, but now he refrained. He took a deep breath to calm himself and approached the former trooper. He may not have his First Order uniform on, but he was wearing his Great Coat...which seemed to clash against the clothing the Omnwi had provided.

"FN-2187," Hux coolly greeted. As he spoke he made sure to keep his face impassive.