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Aurelien stood frozen with his datapad in his hand as he stared at his twin brother. It seemed he had had a change of uniform... He narrowed his eyes lightly as he checked the rank stripes on his sleeve. “Grand Marshal.” He said with disbelief, mixed emotions filling him. Hadrian was his brother so he was supposed to be happy for him but at the same time, the rank of Grand Marshal was something he had been after too, and there could be only one of them. Hadrian was the second from the Supreme Leader now and it filled him with so much jealousy that he had reached it first. How, and why him? Who not him.

“you rang?”

“You know, I prayed that I would never have to look at your arrogant face again after the Finalizer.” Archex began as he held up his blaster, keeping the sight on the trooper several paces back. “I guess I’m just not that lucky.” 

  NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

The whizz of blaster fire had finally ceased and all that now hung in the air was the smell of scorched metal and equally as metallic blood. Dead men lay all around.

With shaking legs, the former Outer Rim governor returned to his full height and advanced to the young man standing amongst the carnage. One bony hand came to rest on his shoulder firmly.

@hux-capacitor

Kylo hesitated when he’d heard Hux’s voice behind him. He hadn’t expected to get caught trying to sneak out. The other man had always been so quick to fall asleep after they fucked; that it never really matter. He considered the request, swallowing the lump in his throat. With resolve, he finished dressing himself. 

Thrawn was relieved that finally after years of trying, someone had received his message. He immediately went to connect to the call. The machine could work holos too but he hadn't expected that to happen, waiting for only sound. It flickered to life though, and Thrawn walked into the range of the recorder. A military man with ginger hair met him. Thrawn couldn't say he recognized the uniform but it looked imperial.

"I assumed as much..." He wanted to ask which year it was and if the Empire had won the war. But first he wanted to get the hell out of there, wherever he was.

Kylo was caught off guard. He never would’ve expected Hux of all people to have the nerve to actually stand up to him in such a way. The feeling of his fingers pressed into his jaw only served to punctuate his shock. It didn’t last long, unfortunately for Hux.

His arm shot up sharply. A gloved hand wrapped around Hux’s wrist. If he wanted to, he likely could’ve broken it; instead, he tightened his grip just hard enough to maybe leave a bruise or two. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he snarled, “and you don’t get to touch me like this.”

The Force was too good for Hux right now. No, he needed a more hands-on approach, it would seem. Rage bubbled over, and Kylo raised his dominant hand before descending it with a hard smack down against the General’s cheek. The sound of leather on skin seemed to echo in the large, spacey corridors of the ship.

“You know it’s funny. I was born here and raised here and yet it never felt like home.” The prince said before looking away from the view from his chamber to the green vineyards of the Organa royal house. “Ironic too that this planet is supposed to be peaceful and yet it’s leaders have participated in and endorsed the Rebellion and now my mother’s pet project, the Resistance. Won’t they be in for a shock when they learn that they will at last be following order and sense.” 

Whether this had been the Supreme Leader’s plan or not, things were soon going to be going smoothly for the First Order. His uncle’s temple had been destroyed with Luke Skywalker vanishing in the process. His father was off flying somewhere halfway across the galaxy while his mother was preoccupied building her Resistance to fight up the new threat of the First Order. The only ones standing in the prince’s way of rulership over Alderaan were his elderly adoptive grandparents. 

“In any case, General, perhaps you should sit and have something to eat. You’re my guest. And if anyone asks, we could always use a cover story that you are the man who was fortunate enough to miraculously find me wondering about from the destruction of Skywalker’s temple and bring me back to Alderaan.” He suggested.