#first-order-general

He’s grown fond of the fussy general, after a few months of being on a constant run across the galaxy with him. They’d stop at planets far into the Outer Rim, bunk either out in the wilds, or in seedy cantinas with rooms where Ilya knew that his contacts there would keep them safe. They’ve had the misfortune coming across the team sent to hunt them a few times, and left an impressive bloodshed but not without some bruises and cuts themselves. A quiet companionship grew between them.

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The room was just cool enough to be uncomfortable without tunic on. The lighting was soft, but just as cool as the ambient temperature. The room was very sparsely furnished, and the furniture therein purely utilitarian The Grand Moff’s boots clicked very slowly and rhythmically on the tile floor.

Lord Vader paused, and for the briefest of moments his lips quirked into the ghost of a grin. He was amused. "You would be wise to work on your mental shielding, General.” The Sith commented, seemingly off-handed. “Lest your emotions betray you.”

It grated him, but such men were necessary. The boy, for that’s all Hadrian Hux was compared to Vader, reminded him far too much of the likes of Tarkin. And look at where the Grand Moff had ended up.

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The last few hours almost didn’t seem real to Kylo - wait, no. Ben. My name is Ben, he had to remind himself. Every inch of his body ached, his energy practically non-existent, but it was worth it. Ben and Rey had saved each other, and for the first time in years, the call of the dark side was no more. It was... peaceful. Oddly peaceful. 

He had received an understandably chilly reception from Finn and Poe, even after Rey had explained everything. That was alright; Ben really couldn’t blame them, not even if they decided never to forgive him. If he was being honest, Ben hadn’t forgiven himself either, and maybe he never would. All he could do was try to atone for the things he had done. 

Having made it back to the base, Ben grunted in pain as he limped along, helped by Rey on one side and a reluctant Poe on the other. He was met with questioning, fearful eyes, some angry, some confused. Again, that was understandable. It made Ben feel as if he was sticking out like a sore thumb, but that was inevitable. Then somebody else came into view, and Ben’s eyes widened as they fixed on him.

Hux. 

What was he doing here? He looked... different, but in a good way. As Ben stared, he realised what must have happened, and he couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his lips. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased. 

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“I know about Brendol Hux.”

Five words. That’s all it took to compromise everything. Kylo stared at her through his mask, and she stared back, electric silence buzzing between them. Either he’d read her mind, or Hux’s, invading their most private thoughts and memories...or perhaps he had controlled them, forced them to speak, wiped their memories after. Whatever he’d done, it didn’t matter. He knew.

“And I know that your loyalties are...divided. The Supreme Leader can’t have that, and I can’t abide by it.”

Phasma could feel those black holes he called eyes boring into her, as if he could see straight through her visor and into the cold blue of her own. Fear was a rare emotion for the Captain, but here...alone in one of the combat simulation rooms with Kylo Ren, knowing the extent of his abilities, Phasma felt the blade of it threatening to slice her throat. If he meant to kill her, he’d have done it already. No...he wanted something, and giving it to him was the only way to walk out of this room alive.

“...What would you have me do?”

“Kill Hux...kill the son of the man who destroyed your home, and gave you no choice but to kill your people...and take his command as General. It should be a simple task for someone with your talents.”

The Captain’s fingers flinched beneath her cape, resisting the urge to clench into fists. 

“And if I refuse?”

Kylo lifted a hand, and Phasma stepped back into a defensive stance, only to feel the air all around her suddenly vibrate with tension and freeze her in place. She strained against it as Kylo’s hand moved closer to her helmet, the latches unclipping on their own, the helmet slowly rising up and away from her head. There was nothing she could do. The secret she guarded so closely, from all but Hux...and those she meant to kill...was exposed to the Knight, her expression a mixture of rage, and terror.

“I’ll expose you...make an example of you...to everyone. I will disgrace you to the entire First Order, and strip you of every shred of respect. I will show the Stormtroopers their false idol for what she truly is...and then you’ll die, you’ll burn, and everything you have ever done will have been for nothing.”

Phasma could feel the breath leaving her lungs, helpless...another emotion she hadn’t felt in years. Not since Parnassos. And then, just as suddenly, the Force holding her in place dissipated, and she gasped for breath, her helmet clanging loudly to the floor. She took another step back, cape rustling briefly with the movement as she stared, wide-eyed and furious, at the Knight.

“Kill him, Phasma...or I’ll take everything from you.”

There were few holidays celebrated as wildly as the coming of a new year, and that much was true even within the ranks of the First Order. Alcohol flowed freely on that last night of the year, parties after shifts were far from uncommon, and even higher-ranked officers seemed intent on getting in on the fun.

Mitaka had definitely already had too much to drink. It hadn’t been intentional, either. He’d started with one glass, and had been handed another by Thanisson, another by Rodinon, hadn’t been able to refuse a fourth serving, not with his cheeks flushed and warm and the whole world just the slightest bit hazy. It was after that fourth drink that he spotted someone across the room, a wide grin tugging at his lips, and he quickly closed the distance between them, rather unceremoniously throwing his arms around General Hux’s shoulders and tugging him into a probably very inappropriately-timed hug.

*leans in to offer figure skater hux*