Cold Memory
@strongloyalties
Armitage may have been accustomed to keeping far from Brendol in the past for all his scorn, the disgust, hate, he ever offered. Even with Rax's gift of soldiers that assured his physical protection and Grand Admiral Sloane's additional more meaningful promise. Armitage knew better than to trust this was all that was required to protect him from his Father and took it upon himself to continue growing on his own accord. Where previously his growth in confidence was ever slow, the hardening of armor purely done by hate that had grown out of sadness to apathy, it had now doubled exponentially with the accouterments he was granted. Armitage was far stronger now.
All the while Brendol was free to remain cold, interactions obviously forced, always capable of cruelty. Not to mention, the man remained dangerous. They should be on better terms, for the recent successes the younger Hux had, an ascension in rank, the "promise" that supposedly was apparent in him. Sloane had congratulated him on as much through a transmission recently, but not Brendol.
Steeling himself, Armitage halted at the entryway to Brendol's quarters on the Destroyer they were currently stationed at, letting out a breath he'd been holding in and pressed the comm. Foremost he'd come to discuss Brendol's assessment of the successes and failures of the Stormtrooper program in this recent trial they had the opportunity of conducting. As well as he would gather feedback on the operations Armitage had been planning before arriving back on Arkanis. Anything else.
Hopefully these subjects were enough of an excuse for engagement, it was never a good idea to openly seek out praise.
