[member="Thalia Kaia"]
Malik sighed, "I guess there is really no choice is there?" Malik turned on his wrist communicator "Sibar....Sibar do you copy?" A voice came from the wrist communicator. It sounded slightly irrtated. "Yes I copy! Now who the hell are you and how did you get into First Order-" "It's Dexen Sibar......now I need you to do me a favor." The wrist communicator was silent for a moment, then the voice came back. "What kind of favor?"