They will remember this, as the last day, of the Republic!

Here you go, anon!

I took time, precious, valuable, irreplaceable time, out of my day to make this.

(X)

“… Honestly, join the club.”

Hux was genuinely surprised he was even in the communal staff area this early in the morning. He’d awoken to his personal caf machine not working (likely the work of a certain sith trying to wind him up), and with no other option and the inability to function even remotely without his morning cup of joe, Armitage resigned himself to showing his face in the early hours of the morning.

To make matters worse, the General wasn’t quite sure if he recognised this woman’s face. Looking her up and down briefly, a name started to come to mind. Mary? Amelia? No, no. Hux mentally scolded himself. Neither of those sounded correct. The lack of stims was making remembering personnel files a unique challenge.

Back from the dead?

Why yes! Because I saw the new film and I remembered I love the pissbaby

So feel free to come bother the shit out of Hux! While I make more icons out of the fresh material I have available to me now~

“It looks perfectly fine, I don’t know why you think you’re the expert when you likely don’t even have a-”

Turning around to face the female voice, Hux’s accusation was cut short by what he presumed now to be the source of said voice. A tall, lanky female, with strangely pale skin and hair and a very large gemstone seemingly embedded in her forehead.

At least she looked like she kept herself in presentable order.

Name:  Armitage Hux Nickname: Hux, General, General Hux, General Hugs, asshole, candle stick, firecracker, etc. Gender: Male Romantic orientation: Pansexual-Demiromantic Preferred pet names: He has none, pet names are a foreign concept to him Relationship status: Single and angry, but not because he’s single, he’s just angry Favorite canon ship: I shan’t say, it’s too dangerous to say Favorite non-canon ship: All of them, even crossover ones especially crossover ones Opinion on true love: “I believe in compatibility, not love.” Opinion on love at first sight: “Love is just a series of chemical reactions in the brain that result in temporary infatuation as a cure for solidarity. ‘Love at first sight’ is a romanticised concept to make the whole thing seem less pathetic than it actually is.” How ‘romantic’ are they?: Not even remotely (Unless destroying entire star systems is your idea of ‘romantic’) Ideal physical traits: Being presentable, well maintained hygiene, respectable manners, etc. Ideal personality traits: Level headed, intelligent, ambitious, etc. Unattractive physical traits: Being scruffy, being unhygienic, poor manners, etc. Ideal date: Sat in his office, while he does paperwork or other assorted jobs, with his partner sat in a different seat and being silent and letting him work. (And maybe, just maybe, there might be a little bit of snuggling if he’s too tired afterwards to push them away.) Do they have a type?: Not particularly, as long as they get along with him Average relationship length: Unknown, he’s never had a relationship before, but it would depend on the tolerance of his partner Preferred non-sexual intimacy: Maybe hand holding, maybe also snuggles. He doesn’t know, he’s never done either Commitment level: Freakishly loyal Opinion of public affection: None whatsoever. He’s too obsessed with his public image to allow public affection, he’d fear it as a sign of weakness. Past relationships?: None

Tagged by: @mordxcaithxhuntxr

(X)

As the projectile hit his shoulder blade and the snow exploded in a cloud of soft white around his head, the General whipped around to see where it had come from, only to be met by the smug expression of that blasted ‘Vault Hunter’.

Oh, so it was a fight he wanted, was it? Then so be it.

Under the goggles the tanned man made a glance toward the wreckage, an unreadable expression on his face, while he listened to this man talk about his mission to investigate this planet.

It was somewhat surprising to see someone had made it out of that ship, originally the man was here for other reasons until an ‘emergency’ mission came in and took the others place once that heap of now metal junk hit the surface of Pandora.

His attention slipping back to the ginger male in front of him while his hand rested on his hip, staring the other down, trying his best to keep from being a complete ass.

“Choice or not, you’re stuck here for th’ time bein’, aren’t you, Hux?” He’s already done with the formality shtick. “Now, tell me why you’re jus’ standin’ here.”

Mordecai already had his money on the other calling for help to get him off this planet, after-all it didn’t seem this pale man wanted to be on this planet baking in the sun longer then he had to be. Though with the thought of someone else’s superior possibly showing up and restarting what happened only a year ago didn’t exactly sit nice with the Vault Hunter.

The lack of his title irked him, in that moment. His displeasure evident only by a slight scrunch of his pale nose. As much as Hux had hoped he would come across an amiable local, it seemed luck just wasn’t on his side today. Not that it ever really was.

“That’s General Hux to you, and I’m ‘just standing here’ because I happened to cross paths with you. I had been walking to find some semblance of civilisation, and preferably a way offworld.”

Or at the very least, somewhere he could get the resources to send a distress beacon to the First Order, but the ginger opted not to mention that. Something he could mention, however, was how he’d be willing to pay for such help. All that Hux needed to know was whether such a promise would interest the bearded man or not.

@angryblonderedemptionarc

A screen in Hux’s room is suddenly overtaken by black goop that seals over it and gives it a mirror-like quality. In it, a young man appears to be on the other side, muttering to himself and tapping the screen on his side confusedly. His hair, skin, eye, and clothing colors have all been greyed out… though this may not actually be the case for him…

“I don’t underst–! …Oh.” His expression relents to something akin to neutral surprise, as he realizes there’s someone on the other side now. “Well uh…” His hand and arm drops to his side. “…this is rather pleasant… I suppose.” He appraises the beleaguered general for a moment, and seems impressed with what he saw.  Subsequently he adopts a stiffer, more militaristic pose. “Greetings. I am Argath Thadalfus. To whom am I speaking exactly?“ 

Well now, this was new. Very new. And something completely different from Ren’s usual method of vandalism. The General had been about to get up and demand a subordinate retrieve the rampant Sith via comm when the odd substance had almost spontaneously changed texture, warranting his interest further.

And then it had become less like a mirror and more like a typical holocall when the (young? The lack of colour made it difficult to tell) man came into view. It had almost seemed like a surreal holofilm if the fourth wall had not seemingly been immediately broken, and Hux found himself thrown into a social interaction the likes of which he had not even remotely scheduled.

Still, perhaps tiptoeing into the unknown couldn’t be so bad, it’s not like he was going to be able to get this screen back after this anyway.