» * hux.
AN ORDER ? from someone like him ? Hux wanted to complain , wanted to yell and stand his point but a sharp pain broke through his thoughts , no pain in his arm but his LEG ! General almost found himself land on the cold durasteel floor face first , if it weren’t for FN-2187 . He clutched his fingers into the fabric of the others shirt , leg limp & throbbing as he clenched his jaw at those words . TRAITOR ! he wasn’t like the other , never would be ! at least , that is what he told himself but now he couldn’t do anything but follow . ❝you will PAY for this , FN-2187❞
“ put it on my tab. “ & with that, he tugs him away, lugging half of his weight towards the falcon with an ease coming from years & years of strength training. ignoring the noise chewie makes, he sends him off to co-pilot them out of here with a wave of hand. dropping hux rather carelessly onto one of the seats, he moves to grab one of the med kits stashed close by. “ you might wanna hold on. “ the only warning he gives before the ship lurches forward.












