#ladyhux

Climbing from the cockpit of the x-wing, Itzel knew she should have gone straight for the medbay -- or at the very least taken a moment and steadied herself. But it was fine. She was fine. A bit banged up, yeah. A little bruised and bloody (and maybe even singed) but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t dealt with before. Well, the gash maybe. But whatever. She just needed to get to...

“Or stab me in the back...literally.” There was a reason she had chosen the dress she had -- no boots or mask in sight. No ‘basic black’ as it were. Stripped of all that, wearing her grandmother’s gown with a braided crown and simple sandals, she knew she bore no resemblance to herself. That no one would ever connect the tiny princess at Hux’s side to the Supreme Leader of the First Order.

And she wanted it that way.

“Liar!” Forgetting herself for a moment, she lashed out at the elder redhead. How easy it was to say that all now; when she was grown and no longer in need of a mother. (That wasn’t true, she’d always need her mother and she was lucky in that her adopted mother was one of the best -- and had been the person to push her to see Artemis, to get closure). But if she had wanted her...

Itzel wouldn’t say this was how the Resistance treated their prisoners; in truth, no one knew she was down there. Probably because she had been told by Poe -- in no uncertain terms -- not to go anywhere near Hux. 

Clearly, she listened well. 

“It does.” Though self-conscious about her height (and appearance) in front of the Order at large -- tucked away in Hux’s office or in either of their private quarters, she didn’t mind it so much. So the boots had been left the door -- along with the cowl, mask, and saber -- as she slid into the redhead’s lap.

“I’m bored and my scar hurts...” The last words she made sure to accompany with a pout, reminding her girlfriend once more that she had been hurt. Maimed by the nasty little scavenger. A worthless nobody that had stolen her grandfather’s saber...

If there was anyone who understood how Artemis felt, it was Breha. She might not have left a brother behind...but when Ben fell to the Dark Side, she hadn’t gone with him. Maybe if she had...maybe if she had been there with him, things wouldn’t have gotten this far. 

Maybe then her own father would still be there.