#firstordergeneral

@first-order-general​:  Hux stands at the doorway, silhouetted by the light from outside. "I did it," he says, in a hushed voice. "I left." Trying to speak loudly enough to wake Ben, if he's sleeping, but not loudly enough to attract attention. "Are you awake?" he asks, his voice shaking a little bit. "We need to go." He steps into the room, and Ben can see that his lip is bleeding.

HUX CRACKS DOWN ON ACCUSATIONS OF EXCESSIVE PROMOTION IN THE FIRST ORDER. 

›     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑    𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒   :   𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐎𝐅     𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

@first-order-general​ sent:  Look at you. No wonder you wear that mask.

“We’ve clearly proved that we can get along--”  Though Ben wasn’t sure that sleeping together instead of sassing the General was his best plan and perhaps he was a fool for missing his company, but Ben believed he was one of the only people in the galaxy who understood just what Snoke was like.

@first-order-general 

The world was a blur of medical droid beeps and foggy voices, manhandled, fought over, his fate a dissociated dream, out of his control. Eventually there was silence, drifting in and out of consciousness until finally, everything swam into a dim focus. 

The hum of the containment shielding. A cold, creaking metal bed frame with a thin mattress. 

Slowly, like needles as a sleeping limb slowly gets it’s feeling back, he could feel it. Two stood a little ways away- guards, perhaps, judging by the unease in the air, but there, closer... a familiar- too familiar presence...

          it’s been a long cycle, there’s no doubt about it. his eyes have bags, though he knows hux has it worse. his shoulders are sore, his body feels heavy. every inch of him screams with a stress so intense that his steps are even off balance. he doesn’t even pay attention where he goes. kylo hasn’t eaten, hasn’t really had anything to drink. when he enters his chambers, he peels off his helmet and drops it with a loud thud --- he’s supposed to have gone to a debriefing after the mission, but he doesn’t care to even do it. instead, he continues to peel off clothes, until he’s down to a minimal layer, shorts and ... nothing else. shorts. a stagger to his steps, he makes it to the bed, and feels his legs finally give, his face hitting a pillow as he collapses onto it, breathing hard, ragged. he’d pushed himself too far this time, more than usual. he’ll deal with it later.