Roy: I heard that you were part of a famous exploration team, so you should have a lot of experience!

(Ay, sorry it took me a while to get this out. I had the idea for a long time but never had the time to write it. I hope you like this chapter, and series. But, enjoy! P.S.: Next chapter. Yes.)

After yesterday it was hard to get out of bed.

Even if you did have the day off you knew you should still get up and do something, but the overwhelming urge to stay in bed and do nothing was barreling its way over what should be done. After the inner turmoil sizzling down to a low buzz you reach to the dresser at your bedside, blindly searching for your datapad. If you’re going to stay in bed all day you’re going to at least entertain yourself while you do so.

Unlocking the thing you’re eyes land to the icon in the corner beeping incessantly as it tells you that two new messages have been sent to you. Sighing you press on the icon, sending it to the database where you collect all your work. Pressing on the first message your eyes lazily trail over the print. The message is telling you that you have at least three days of leave. It’s only an estimated number so the time off given to you may elongate depending on the situation and if all goes well. Closing and deleting that message you yawn lazily, shifting to your side as you open the second message.

General Hux,

Get over here. Now.

Scrambling up you ripped of your clothes, barely even managing to get all your clothes off before you got to your closet area. Swinging the doors open you blindly grabbed a uniform, setting out the task to put it on as quickly and efficiently as you could. After managing to get the clothes on you hastily threw your hair into a regulation bun as you ran into the bathroom. Taking care of daily necessities and making sure you looked presentable enough not to get yelled at you checked your datapad again. You already knew you were late, you just wanted to know how late. As soon as you checked the time of sending you almost stopped from going there entirely.

0200 hours.

You almost threw yourself back in your warm bed. Did he really expect you to be up at that time? And even if he did would that really be a good time to go to his place? It didn't seem very practical and you weren't sure that if you had been awake that you would have been willing to go to him. But, you still felt obligated, and with that fueling you your feet carried you out of your room and down multiple halls, datapad stuffed in the pocket inside your jacket. You weren't running, you couldn't. To do so would ruin any reputation you had. Even though there was few on the base at the moment rumors spread even faster because of it. There would either be two typs of these rumors. One, something had gone horribly wrong. Two... well, that one contained more explicit language and ideas.

Despite your paced walking you made it to his room quickly. Taking the time to straighten yourself out you pressed a button on the side of his door. Knowing from experience that he would be quick to appear you stood at attention, ready for him to appear. But, it took longer than anticipated, and by the time the door did swing open you were starting to slouch over. The General looked like a grouchy mess. A cute grouchy mess. But a grouchy mess nonetheless. His normal slicked back hair was falling out of place and his uniform was crumpled up, some buttons undone. His normally straight figure was slouched, his hands pressed up against both sides of his door as he leaned to the right, managing to balance himself on one leg as he crossed the other in mid-air. His eyes were slit in lack of sleep and his lips were parted just slightly.

You gulped.

"U-uh... Um... sir?" The words were hard to get out, throat clamping up and refusing to speak the words properly. The General, not even noticing your slip-up, raises an eyebrow, looking thoroughly confused.

"What are you doing here Lieutenant?" Though it seems he's trying to put a powerful snarl behind his voice it doesn't work. Instead it comes out husky and almost gravelly. You clenched your hands in an attempt to remind yourself that he's your superior. A mean, rude, beautiful -  ...dammit.

"You... You messaged me to come straight here, sir." The General straightens himself out, both legs finally touching the floor as he rises to his full height. You shrink the slightest bit, knowing that something is definitely wrong. The man looks annoyed, confused even, and you have no idea why. Your eyes lift to his own, and when noticing the slight glare there, dart down to his shoes. They still shine, and you lean forward just a bit, curious if you could actually see your own reflection if you got close enough. But, before even making it further than a few inches a hand sets itself in front of your body, waiting there as you come back to your senses. Confused, you look back up at him. He sighs, and closes his eyes for a moment, as if collecting himself.

"Give me your datapad Lieutenant." Oh. That makes sense. You fumble around, having a hard time trying to pull the datapad from the pocket in your jacket. Hearing another loud sigh you pull out the datapad as quickly as you can and set it in his hand to not further embarrass yourself. He brings the device up to a appropriate place in front of him an turns it on. You completely forgot to put in the password! Right when you're about to suggest it he tapped in a password, and much to your horror - and amazement - it let him in.

He didn't linger - thank goodness - and went straight to your e-mails, clicking on the one that had his name on it. His eyes skittered over the message and you watched him. Despite the words confirming your statement and most likely confusing him more his facial expression didn't change. But, after a few seconds, when he should've already been done and handed back your datapad, he still held it there, burning holes into the message. You felt awkward, and almost asked him what was wrong but quickly strayed from that idea. Yeah, no.

"Well..." The word was drawn out. "It seems I did, in fact, send you a message requesting your immediate presence." You nodded lightly and waited for him. Slowly he handed back your datapad and you felt relieved when it was back in your hands. Quickly you stuffed it back in your jacket pocket, but after doing so you waited. Waited for something, anything really. He still hadn't done anything. After a few seconds you decided to take the initiative.

"Would you like me to leave, sir?" He finally looked up at you and shook his head, stepping to the side as he gestured for you to come in. You hesitated.

"Please,-" The word sounded so weird rolling of his tongue. "I need to speak with you. I would like it if you could come in while I discuss this matter with you." You awkwardly shuffled in, brushing past him as you looked around.

The last time you were here you didn't really look around, you were more worried about getting out of the room instead of staying in it. The place wasn't exactly warm, lacking any personal items except things that were made and used by the first order. The whole place could be considered plain if you were a family person, but everything seemed so expensive. You were almost scared to touch something, afraid that it would break and you would lose your credits for at least a year trying to pay it off.

The General, as if used to this behavior, brushed past you and walked over to the kitchen area that was set up in the corner. You were slightly jealous, you knew he probably didn't really cook anything in there, much too busy with his job to worry about such frivilous things. If he did cook, well, you could only hope he was good at it.

"Sit." You looked at him, startled, as he poured himself a drink of water. But, you followed the order, sitting on a couch that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as soon as you sat. It was so comfy and practically sucked you in. If the General wasn't here you probably would have nodded off to sleep in that very moment.

"Comfortable?" You straightened up and looked at the General. His lips were upturned in a slight smirk of amusement, but his lips fell back down when taking a sip of the water in his cup. Unconciously your eyes darted to his lips. They looked soft and what you wouldn't do to- a chuckle fell from those lips. Your eyes went to his eyes, embarrassed to find he was staring straight at you and definitely knew what you had just been doing. You wished the couch would swallow you whole.

"Lieutenant (L/n)." He sat across from you, setting down his drink as he grabbed the datapad sitting on the table next to him. He turned it on and scrolled through some things as you waited, anxious.

"After yesterdays... misdemeanor... I took it upon myself to look up your test scores." As soon as he said the words your heart drops and you feel a cold sweat run down the back of your neck.

I was sick those days. I can only imagine how horrible they are.

"And I have found out your scores are..." He glances up for a moment and almost grins at the look of sheer terror crossing your face. "appalling."

Please just get the torture over with already. Send me off and leave me in peace.

"Your physical attributes are on par with a janitors and your intelligence just barely passes you for a Lieutenant." The sneer on his lips had you deflating.

"I'm sorry sir, I-"

"No. There's no need for that." You try to swallow down the lump stuck in your throat but it stays. "You will be going through training. Both physical and mental starting tomorrow. Any questions?" The General was raising an eyebrow, as if actually asking but the glint in his eye was daring you to.

"No, sir." His lips pull into a fake smile.

"Good. Your schedule will be sent to you soon. You are dismissed." He waves one of his hands to complement the command.