#gingeralehux

He hadn’t wanted to crawl into the empty crate but it was full of soft cloth and was one of the few semi safe places in the outpost. He couldn’t risk the slavers finding him again so he squeezed his too thin frame into the small space and dozed off. It was when he was jolted awake some time later by the crate being roughly put down somewhere that he panicked. He heard voices asking about someone called “Hux” to be called to inspect the cargo and he just hoped he wasn’t back on a slaver’s ship. He carefully untucks himself from the cloth to peak out, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees the stormtroopers. Maybe if he could communicate enough with this “Hux” he would be fine. His basic was somewhat limited though. He ducked back into the crate, feeling a bit upset.

“Please, just this once.”

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As the general -- her general -- bent to inspect it, she tried to hold back the wince. Obviously she had been walking on it far longer than she should have.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. It will heal.” He rotated the shoulder, letting out a hiss of pain as he did so. Maybe it was worse than he thought. “Do you have an ice pack or something?” Next time, he was going to use his powers to open any difficult doors. 

He pretends to fiddle on with his camera, aimlessly scrolling through pictures, before glancing up to spot Hux sit with a cup of tea and a book in his hands. “Look at what the cat dragged in,” Tomas jokes.