#Armitage Hux/OC

[children-of-the-force]

In a galaxy far, far away... on an alternate timeline. Following the events of Episode: VIII The Last Jedi

Coming... uhm. Good question.

[zodiacfuchs]

A scene from my fic that will be written one day

[artistotel]

arranged marriage where hux is forced to marry thrawn because whatever reasons and since he has a nobel prize in space racism he absolutely doesnt want to marry a xeno so he gets wasted on their wedding night and well thats the context for this

[casp1an-sea]

Lieutenant Colonel Tagdh Dowd

(Pronounced Ty-G It’s an Irish name I’m so sorry)

Birth Year: 5BBY

Age: 39 (In TFA, Hux is 34 and scary >:( )

Species: Arkanisian

This is a made up species. They are natives to the planet Arkanis. They outwardly appear mostly human aside from small gills, very vibrant eyes, males having sharp teeth, and visible body markings under specific lightings. They can withstand colder temperatures than humans and can hold their breath for longer, but are highly susceptible to heat. Their bodies have adapted to live in cold, wet, climates, and be able to swim in strong waters. They also have a few differences to their internal anatom.

(it is my head canon that Hux’s mother is an Arkanisian making him half alien though he appears human and may not even be aware himself)

Gender: non-conforming, but refers to himself as male, He/They

Sexuality: Aro spec, Pansexual pref for men

Height: 6’2” sorry Hux

Occupation: Lieutenant Colonel aboard the Finalizer, First Order Navy

(sense no Lieutenant Colonels are shown in the movies his uniform is the Lieutenant uniform style but the Colonel’s colors)

not sure where to put this, but he has an Irish accent

(more info under the art)

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Personality: Tagdh is a very serious no nonsense person when At Work. The only thing not regulation about this man is his haircut. He really just wants to do his job. He’s blunt quick to the point is always focusing on doing his job to the fullest of his ability. He comes across as very emotionless or deadpan as he doesn’t feel that it’s needed in his job. he has a great mind for politics and strategy and is very logical but he keeps all of these beliefs to himself because he doesn’t really feel the need to share opinions with people. On shore leave he allows himself to relax. He still is fairly reserved but does allow some sarcasm and snarkyness that you would not see him using on the bridge. If you work with him, he does not consider you a friend while he’s working he considers you a coworker. He constantly must have a very strict divide between his work and pleasure and his work always takes priority. If you happen to hang out with him outside of work, then a friendship could possibly develop as long as it’s not during work hours, but he is very adverse to forming actual friendships as he doesn’t view that as his top priority. he’s not necessarily for the order completely, but he was raised in the Arkanis imperial Academy, and was radicalized by his negative experiences with the new Republic so views the first order as a better fit. However, he really does not like it when personal feelings get into the workplace and is very sick and tired of Kylo and Hux’s banter he really just doesn’t understand it. He also does not feel that the force is a viable qualification for someone getting a job or place of power and holds resentment towards force users for being able to obtain positions without doing any work for it, and believes that the majority of them are terrible leaders because they do not understand what it is like without power and can use the force as a crutch, which makes them weak and ignorant.

Appearance: Tagdh has long light brown hair with blonde streaks. He typically has his hair, partially slipped back and tied into a bun. But he will take it down when he’s in his quarters as wearing his hair up all day can give him headaches. He has a scar on the left side of his chin. His body type is kind of stocky with visible muscles, though he doesn’t appear particularly buff. He has various hidden tattoos and piercings around his body, including a tattoo of the first order logo on his neck. He has a beauty mark under the right corner of his lip and freckles. he also has golden eyes that glow in certain lighting along with stripes that cover his whole body that also are only visible in certain lightings. he has gills on the sides of his neck that allow him to temporarily breathe under water if need be, and as a male of his species, he has sharp teeth. But you wouldn’t really notice that he is not human at first glance so typically he pretends to be human. You’ll typically see him in his first order uniform, which, as I mentioned before is the style of the lieutenants uniform, but the teal color of the colonels uniform. When not in uniform, he’s typically in the regulation tank top and boxers. He hardly ever wears civilian clothing, but he refuses to wear his uniform on shore leave, he must have a strict divide between work and pleasure. His preferred style of civilian clothing is very casual, layered browns and greens. Something he would have worn as an Arkanis civilian if he hadn’t went to the Academy. He has a mean case of resting bitch face.

Weapons: SE-44C blaster Pistol

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Backstory: Tagdh’s father Fionn was born in a local Arkanis village. He and his older brother Jal ran away from home as young teenagers because they heard of the imperial Academy on their planet and wanted a chance to train so they could one day leave and see outer galaxy. Jal graduated and entered the imperial Navy, where he eventually became a commander before he met his demise after being rapidly promoted and sent to the front lines. a plan orchestrated by Vader so that the Empire could take custody of their adopted force sensitive child Ven. After joining the Academy Fionn did not remain close with his brother and became very disillusioned by the imperialism. he eventually was sent into the imperial Navy, but he was discharged a year later due to injury and returned to Arkanis. Since he was determined to do something for the Empire, he became a trainer at the academy where he trained young imperial cadets.

During his time back on Arkanis he married another local Arkanisian woman named Aoibhinn. they essentially got married to get married. There was no love involved, but it was completely mutual. When Tadgh was born, he was immediately placed into the imperial Academy system. he never really knew his mother as his father didn’t really want her around the military stuff And one of the imperials living on Arkanis, Brendol Hux, had grown reputation for forcing himself onto local girls, after he got his kitchen servent pregnant, so most of the local woman did not go near the Academy. Because of this, and because his father explained that it was a loveless marriage Tadgh did not see any need to grow any form of attachment or familial bond to either of his parents. he saw his father only as his trainer. And his father‘s training was ruthless.

Tagdh did grow up with Hux as a child. But he knew the boy to be violent and unstable so tended to avoid him. But on a few occasions, he had caught Hux having a mental breakdown or alone in the med wing so would just sit with him. Occasionally put his hand on his back when he cried. As adults neither of them speak of these instances.

Tagdh was 10 years old when the New Republic sieged Arkanis. Both him and his father were captured. He believes his mother was amongst the local casualties, but does not know for sure. His father was sentenced to life in prison after he refused to denounce the empire, and was charged for the cruel ways in which he trained his cadets and his actions during his one year in active duty. Tagdh was brought to a new Republic reintegration institution (like from Mando S3) where he regularly felt belittled and mistreated and he resented the therapist that he was forced to go to. he watched firsthand how a fledgling new republic was struggling to take care of the disenfranchised worlds in the galaxy, including his home world, and being In the institution only radicalized him further.

when he was 14 he was extracted from the institution by imperial sympathizers and brought to the unknown regions, where he continued his military training under the fledgling first order reuniting with Hux, and getting more firsthand interaction with Brendol and his training tactics which only made him dislike the man more. He always found him stupid and annoying, and likewise felt the same about his buddies like Pryde and Brooks. Even at a young age, he was always analyzing things from a logical and political standpoint. He viewed Brendol’s generation to be too old and keep too much problematic rhetoric from the past Empire.

eventually, he rose up in the ranks and became Lieutenant Colonel. Ignoring his childhood and viewing him strictly as his commanding officer, he saw Hux as a good and strong leader, and believed him to be the best fit for leading the order out of the options that they had. Because of this he was very loyal to him because to Tadgh Hux becoming supreme leader was the most logical favorable outcome and was always his end goal. He never liked snoke but he didn’t care that much as long as Hux was calling the shots.

Tadgh and Kylo actually have hung out outside of work and have a tentative friend-ish ship. However Tadgh’s view of Kylo’s military persona is entirely different. And he makes that very clear that his opinions of Kylo outside of work do not affect his opinions of him while working. When it comes to the first order, he is not loyal to Kylo at all. He thinks he is a complete disaster and a terrible leader. He will sometimes bring this up in snarky comments on those rare occasions when they’re hanging out outside of work. He also doesn’t really see Kylo as a threat and believes Hux has more power over Kylo than he seems to think.

He is close with Mitaka as they work a lot side-by-side, so they do hang out outside of work. But Tagdh really does not like using the word friend this also applies to Kylo. He has an immense respect for Captain Phasma, and fears her in a good way, so stays out of her way. And of course he loves Millicent. He’ll sometimes leave treats or water for her by his quarters door if Hux lets her wander.

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@silly-little-goober-core

@irrationalgame

@armiestice

@edith-is-a-cat

@elenauaurs

@fizzydreamz

@kira-mortham

[masterjedilenawrites]

A cherished companion to the To-Read list, my Done-Read list is a compilation of all the fics I read each month as I continue to read based on my notifications. If you missed the reblogs I left along the way, you can use these lists to find recs for your own reading journeys.

Another short list, but no less sweet. While there were some wonderful clone fics and headcanons as usual, I was also grateful to come across fabulous fics of other characters too... some long-time faves and new character friends alike. Thank you to the writers who intrigued and entertained me this month! 🤗

Arranged Marriage / Fake Dating by @oceansssblue | Crosshair x reader

She is Mine by @starlightsearches | Armitage Hux x reader

Knowledge and Power by @dreamlandcreations | Darth Maul x reader

Hunter and the Librarian series by @clonethirstingisreal | Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 | Hunter x OC!Wren

Howzer's Wedding Clothes: A Study by @thecoffeelorian | Captain Howzer

And She Shall Be Called Upon For Greater by @fallenrepublick | Roganda Ismaren

Bad Batch Favorite Holiday headcanons by @orbitalmirror | The Batchers, Tech x Phee

Pyro-Tech-nics by @orbitalmirror | Tech, Frell, and Rioran

[avercado5]

I made two versions of this piece because one of them was my silly oc headcanon (and im really self conscious abt my star wars ocs) but I am so deeply in love with it AHHH

[frog-cultist]

I LOVE MAKING FAN KIDS RAHHHH

Translation!

TOP LEFT “Dad and Me”

LEFT “-Is currently a captain

-a bastard as expected, hux aint settling down anytime soon(married to his work)

-has specialty in political science, strategy and diplomacy

-he really really loves citrus”

MIDDLE “Voltaire Hux”

[not-so-allegiant-general]

MEETING 1

“I’m here to ensure you can be sentenced for your crimes.”

And that. That caught Hux off guard.

"Excuse me?" He blinked.

" That you were compos mentis… On full possession of…"

"Yes. I know what that means." Hux barked.

"You are annoyed."

"I am."

"Why?"

"I was compos mentis I can assure you."

"Well, let me be the judge of that. That's my job. I hope you will help me do It, Armitage."

"No." medic frowned.

"No?"

"I mean do not call me that."

"That's your name. Isn't it?"

"It is." You don’t deserve it. I barely deserve it.

"Alright. Then… Mr. Hux? Just Hux? Or something else?"

Redhead sighed. It sounded wrong. Hux always made him feel bad. A name of his father. Name with long imperial tradition. Name with so much behind it. And Armitage… His first name. The name that his mother gave him so long ago. Soft and sad.

Medic tilted his head looking at him in anticipation.

"What about General?" Hux flinched lightly.

" I am no longer General."

" I’m aware. But if neither Hux nor Armitage will do… " Hux nodded slowly. "Alright, General. Let's begin, shall we? I want to talk about Starkiller, but we do have some time. We don’t have to rush it. You were talking a lot yesterday during the hearing. A lot. How are you now?"

"I… What?"

" How are you?"

" That's your question?" Medic smiled.

"Yes. I am not interrogator. I was given a lot of time with you to do my job. I believe we have some time to talk about other things. Especially after your trauma dump all of us yesterday… "

Hux frowned.

"Is that a professional term?"

" Of course.” He smiled amused “Well? You didn’t answer my question. How are you?"

" And here I thought you're not an interrogator." Medic smiled looking at his datapad, he put it down and sighed.

" Apologies, general. I have made a few mistakes. Let me correct myself. My name is Lucien Wertu. I have been assigned as your therapist. Would you mind telling me how are you?" He said after a brief silence. Hux should stop talking to him. But after months in the cell, he was keen on speaking to anyone. Therapist. How low am I to talk to a therapist? He sighed looking at the wall. He was low. There was nothing he could do about it, but talking to him? And for what? So, he could decide if the mighty Senate could kill him. What a farce… If they need to make an example out of him, then they should already shoot him. But no. Organa wanted a spectacle, a show. A common enemy that could unite everyone. His thoughts flew unsupervised now. He looked at Lucien, seeing that the medic was talking but not hearing it. He didn't care about it, and then he felt he was losing control, again. He was looking at the man in front of him, at the table, at his own hands and he wasn't able to tell if this was real. If any of those things exist in the same world as him. The distance between him and reality was so long that it sent him straight into panic. He swallowed remembering the last time it happened. Questions that he was not able to answer, answers that nobody wanted to hear.

"General, please, take a deep breath for me" Lucien said slowly.

His words slip through Hux as if they were nothing.

"There were five Resurgent-class star destroyers am I right?" something in Hux revolted against this statement so intensely that he sent Lucien a furious look.

"Eleven." Hux snapped at him.

"Ah. My bad. Deep breath, general. " And Hux listened. Cursing that damn medic. "Care to tell me their names? Do you remember them? "

It takes a few moments for Hux to gather his thoughts. Names, of course, he remembered. The insinuation that he could forget about his fleet, about ships that meant for him more than some people was absurd.

"Absolution, Conqueror, Fellfire, Finalizer, Harbinger, Incinerator, Retribution, Silencer, Steadfast, Subjugator, Thunderer, "

"Alphabetical order even? I am glad to have you back. Just take some breaths. Would you prefer telling me how are you or talking about a situation that brought you to reciting Star Destroyers?"

"Is there a third option?"

"We could skip a foreplay and start talking about Starkiller."

"What kind of therapist are you?" Hux frowned.

"A damn good one and you have ten free meetings with me before they may or may not death sentence you. So, use it. Your pride, or whatever it is you're holding to, is not going to save you. You can spend these few months being miserable or…

" Or what? Spend them being miserable and even more aware of it?"

" Or spend them talking with me. I can't promise you won’t feel miserable. But I am going to listen. To anything you want to tell me. You don’t have a lot to lose, general… this battle is already lost. Let's, at least, make it meaningful. "

He fell silent.

"I feel… damaged. " It was the only thing he said that day. The rest of the hour went quiet.

Disclaimer: Lucien Wertu is not a reliable mental health specialist and it’s not my fault, it’s his. This was written for fun and although I did some research it might be not accurate, sometimes on purpose. But If I wrote something really stupid and you would feel obligated to tell me that a reliable therapist would never do that, please do. I love learning new things, but keep in mind that again Lucien is not a reliable therapist.

Stay tuned for another meeting! MEETING 2 It’s past Kylux and future gingerpilot, but Hux centered for sure, keep that in mind too.

[wh3at]

Oc x Hux, really enjoyed making this piece

Was originally a study on J.C Leyendecker. Pose and composition directly referenced from his work

[rommonoch]

How to be a menace >:}

[girlboss-marv]

I just wanted to draw one of my Star Wars ocs. I didn’t mean for her to suck face with Hux ☹️.

[57oddities]

WE ARE BACK BITCHES BITCHES WE ARE BACK

with the FINAL GODDAMN CHAPTER HOLYYYYY

look at me go, doing the thing, finishing my passion project, and eating shit.

greatest apologies to my internet mother for putting you through the emotional turmoil that was this little goddamn novel. I love you, I'm sorry, please don't hate my guts

[artistotel]

me and my gf have an oc named dr darling (yes its a blackadder reference) who has a degree in xeno-pedagogy and she raised maul, and even though everyone in the empire has a doctorate in space racism she managed to also have it in regular racism towards irish and slavs. her plumber is from imotski her electrician is from čačak

[casp1an-sea]

okay I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but hadn’t had the patience to draw it, but I made Kylo and Hux as Twst characters! Maybe I’ll draw them full out another time

Picrew I edited

—————————————————— Armitage Hux

Male, He/Him, Gay

Species: Half Human Half Merman (he has sharp teeth)

Dorm: originally Ignihide, most likely for his engineering prowess, but transfèred to Diasomnia shorty after due to its prestige

Grade/Class: Junior, 3-C (has been in classes with Idia in previous years)

Birthday: Fuck you

Age: 18

Height: 6’1”/185 cm

Dominant Hand: Born left handed forced to be right handed now a mix of both (not ambidextrous)

Homeland: a small island off of the coast of the shaftlands

Club: Science

Likes: Engineering

Dislikes: inefficiency/sleep

Favorite Food: Black Coffee

Least Favorite Food: Sweets

Talent: The ability to keep Kylo under control (most of the time)

Best Class: Alchemy/Poison Making (he’s a high contender for valedictorian)

Signature Spell:

It’s called Starkiller, I’m not sure what it does yet. (Cause I don’t rly think he should have the ability to blow up planets)

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Ben Solo Kylo Ren:

Male, He/Him, Unlabeled

Species: Human with non human ancestry

Dorm: Was supposed to go to RSA but secretly applied to NRC, he got accepted and refused to go to RSA. He’s in savanaclaw

Grade/Class: Freshman, 1-D (he hates Sebek they do not get along)

Birthday: Fuck you

Age: 17 (he was held back as a child)

Height: 6’3”/191 cm

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous

Homeland: Kingdom of Heroes (he is technically a prince)

Club: Magical Shift Club, and Hockey (pop music club have been trying to get him to join but he’s too busy)

Likes: Playing Guitar

Dislikes: school

Favorite Food: some like super fancy rich person version of chocolate cake

Least Favorite Food: Olives (he gives them to hux)

Talent: Sword Fighting

Best Class: Defense Magic/Ancient Curses

Signature Spell:

something pretty powerful haven’t figured out what yet

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[masterjedilenawrites]

In Other Words: Hold My Hand - Chapter 1

Weee look at me, starting another story when I have so many others left to finish 🙃 To be fair, I started this one a while ago and fully intended to get it off the ground sooner. But, you know, life. So after a sudden burst of creativity and motivation (while caught in throes of my Hux BS), here we are, chapter one ready to be released into the world. Just don't ask me when chapter two will come...

Part One: Hold My Hand

Chapter One

Hux x fem!reader | 2.4k words

Content warnings: Mention of torture/interrogation, mention of childhood abuse

It was a mystery how you'd ended up in this exact spot you currently found yourself in. The sequence of events themselves were fairly straightforward. There'd been an unexpected skirmish between some First Order troopers and your band of Resistance fighters; you and your best friend Nat had jumped foolishly into the fray despite only just having started your combat training; the Order had unsurprisingly cornered the two of you... and then, in what she probably thought to be a brilliant move, your friend had convinced the troopers you wanted to defect and join the Order. Then there was a week of nasty interrogation to ensure your stories matched up and held true. Somehow you'd both been cleared, and now here you were, standing outside the office of who would be your supervisor aboard The Finalizer, waiting to be summoned in.

What had happened was clear enough. The mystery was understanding why it had all happened. How could there possibly be good in the galaxy when it had devised such a series of unfortunate events to set you down right here, in the thick of all you despised? How could you possibly hope to improve that galaxy from here, or at the least simply benefit your own life? There was a reason espionage and spies weren't used against the First Order - a reason you'd tried repeatedly to explain to your stubborn friend to no avail.

Damn her, you grumbled to yourself, though you knew you didn't fully mean it. Sure, she'd had the idea, but you'd gone along with it. You couldn't make her shoulder all of the blame.

A swooshing sound accompanied the sudden opening of the door in front of you. You stood at attention, coming face to face with a young officer in a smart-looking hat. He clutched a datapad in the crook of his arm as if he were keeping it there on a time-out.

He didn't seem to notice your presence until he had already stepped out of the room and made to follow the hallway to the right. He paused in a second of surprise, and then made a little scoffing noise.

"He's in quite a mood," he said and gave you a knowing look, though you weren't sure what you were supposed to know by it. "Good luck."

He swiftly stalked off, leaving the doorway in front of you open to the office beyond. Fluorescent lights glowed from the ceilings inside, giving you a chance to scope out what you were walking into. Most of the room was bare up here by the door; too bare, like there was supposed to be more furniture but it had disappeared somehow. The back half of the room was more naturally filled. A large bookcase stood tall and proud along the back wall, boasting of thick tomes and unique trinkets. To the side was a low counter with a few liquor bottles and mixers. There was also a small box of some kind in the corner, with a carpeted top and a hole in the side. You weren't sure what it was for.

And placed before all of it, directly in the center, just before the threshold you now found yourself crossing, as if dividing the room between emptiness and warmth, was a large desk made of dark wood and brass furnishings. A lone chair sat in front of it for guests, while the office's owner sat in his own chair on the other side.

Hunched in his chair, was more like it. The position almost could have obscured his identity from you as you tried to get your nerves under control. But alas, the ginger hair still gave him away.

You choked.

"What," he drawled with annoyance, not bothering to look up from the work that occupied him on his desk.

Hux. The General Hux. The face of the First Order and all its terrifying advancements. He was to be your supervisor? What a cruel joke the universe was playing on you.

You stood in shocked silence, which seemed to annoy him further as he huffed and finally looked up. Whatever reproach he was prepared to give vanished as he took in your appearance.

"Who are you?" 

You swallowed hard under his gaze. Never in your life did you think you'd come face to face with this man, and now here you were, mere feet away, donning the uniform of his people and completely under his authority.

Oh you were going to kill your friend for this.

"I..." Your throat felt like it was constricting. Panic would soon overtake you if you didn't shake free of its grasp now. As you'd learned in your interrogation, it would not do to show any sign of weakness in this place, not even a bit of hesitancy. And you would need that strategy even more with General Hux watching you.

You cleared your throat quickly and straightened up further. "I believe I am to be your new assistant, sir. They sent me here to report for duty."

Hux regarded you for a moment and then leaned back in his chair with a quirked eyebrow. He didn't seem annoyed anymore, but there was a sort of sneering curiosity that took its place, and you weren't sure which you'd rather be dealing with in this moment.

"Ah, yes. Deserters from the Resistance. I was so surprised by the news, I had to see one of you for myself."

He paused to gauge your reaction, though you didn't have one. You were too preoccupied with keeping yourself standing upright in his presence.

"We don't get many rebels willing to join our ranks. Though when it does happen, it's always right at the moment they have a blaster to their heads. Curious, isn't it?"

You cleared your throat. "I suppose it is, sir."

"You will call me General," he said cooly.

"Yes, General," you obeyed promptly.

He studied you for a moment, no expression on his face to indicate anything he could be thinking. Surely he was suspicious of you; he'd be foolish not to be. And you suspected that's why you were to be his assistant. In case you were a spy of some sort. You'd be in proximity to a tempting amount of good intel, but wouldn't be able to do anything with it under the General's watchful gaze. He was clever one, you'd give him that.

Though what he was considering about you now was beyond you. Maybe he was changing his mind, saw the nerves you were so desperately trying to hide, deciding playing such a game with you wouldn't be worth the trouble.

"I expect an itinerary of the next day's events on my desk each evening by 8," he finally said. He quickly moved through his words as if he'd had to recite them numerous times, and you briefly wondered how many assistants this man had gone through before you finally realized you should probably be paying closer attention. "You will also maintain reports on the health of each department I oversee, filter any feedback or escalated concerns from the department heads, and share only the most important for my attention. You will accompany me to all non-confidential meetings and take down notes...."

He trailed off and sported a small smirk.

"Do you wish to take some down now?"

You quickly nodded, hating how he was already finding ways to subtly undercut your competency.

He opened a drawer and fished out a data pad, handing it over to you and gesturing to the opposite chair, all the while maintaining that smirk. You fiddled with the device and tried to quickly note down what he'd said so far. You could feel him watching you. Your fingers shook from the anxiety of it all.

When you finally looked up at him, his face was back into something more neutral. 

"Ready?" he asked softly. You realized he was being patient, an incredible relief to your nerves, so you tried for a smile with your response.

"Yes, General."

He nodded and continued, speaking almost a mile an hour as if through a well-rehearsed speech, and you did your best to keep pace. Your notes were a jumbled mess of various times and tasks, preferences and expectations. You hoped you'd be able to make sense of them later. One missed detail, and you suspected you'd be booted off the ship faster than you could say dank farrick.

"And finally," he said at last, and you couldn't help but let out the breath you'd been holding the past ten minutes, "this may go without saying but I shall state it anyway so we are perfectly clear. You will not be allowed access to outside communications."

He leveled a hard look at you, one that spoke volumes louder than his words.

"I have also waived your right to any leaves of absence. Until you have gained my full and complete trust."

You nodded, suspecting as much.

"And in all transparency, there is not a single soul in this galaxy who has managed to earn my full and complete trust. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded again, unable to keep his gaze. A part of you was sinking at the thought. You were trapped aboard this ship. No sky, no sea, no trees. Just sterile walls and shiny floors and an endless expanse of empty space behind a viewport. You could very well die here and never feel sand beneath your toes again.

General Hux stood, and you quickly rose to match.

"That said, it will be to our mutual benefit for you to take this position seriously. I run a very tight ship so I expect nothing less than professional excellence from you."

"Yes, sir. General. Sorry. Yes, General."

He gave an almost imperceptible sigh through your flustering. You certainly weren't inspiring any confidence in your ability to do this job, not when you kept remembering how dangerously thin a line you walked here. And though you didn't exactly want to be here, you'd be damned if you were ever thought of as less than good enough.

"You are dismissed." He waved a hand as he sat back down again, his attention already returned to the stack of papers he'd been pouring over before your arrival. You were more than grateful to finally be allowed out of this situation. The emotions you'd been bottling in needed to be let out. You wasted no time in turning on your heel and scurrying away.

"Oh, one more thing," he said just before you could open the door to your freedom. "You'll be given the rank of Second Lieutenant. It means nothing other than to ensure you have proper security clearance to accompany me when needed. You can pick up your badge and insignia at the security office."

This information, as well as all you'd noted down, weighed on you as you finally made it out the door. You walked down the hall in a daze, not knowing where you were going, entirely too fixated on this bizarre situation you found yourself in. You were a Second Lieutenant aboard a First Order ship, serving directly under General Hux, and banned from even so much as glimpsing a life outside of this one. You'd never be able to see your friends or family again. In fact, you'd be helping fight against them now. Whatever service you performed for the General would be in service to the war he waged against your people.

You paused in your wandering to lean against the nearest wall, grateful that whatever part of the ship you were in didn't have much foot traffic. The side of your head rested against the cool steel walls and your eyes closed in a fight against the tears that threatened to burst forth. You focused on your breathing. In and out. In and out. No thinking, no feeling. Just breathe.

You stayed like this an undeterminable amount of time before slowly reopening your eyes and coming back to the present moment. How long the calming effects of your meditation would last, who knew, but at least you were now numb enough to get back to the tasks at hand. You'd need to find the security office. And your room, or bunks, or wherever they intended to have you sleep around here. And perhaps most importantly, you'd need to find your friend.

If not to ensure she was alright, than at least to give her a piece of your mind.

* * *

Hux watched as discreetly as he could the disappearing form of the woman who was to be his new assistant. Even after the door slid shut behind her, his gaze still lingered on the spot she had last been.

He'd come to expect timidness from all who found themselves in his presence these days. His reputation had grown quickly and held fast, much to his relief. He still felt like he'd came into this position, this war even, much too quickly to have any real sense of confidence about it. Not that he'd let anyone see, of course, which was why he was grateful he at least had the skill of being able to put on a good show, to mask the insecurities he privately fought. Years of abuse and neglect were to thank for that.

But this woman, this rebel-turned-deserter, was throwing him off. She had been timid, yes, but had also shown all the other telltale signs of someone wanting his approval. Compliance, politeness, even a bit of pride. As if she had been raised in an old Imperial household and came here to work her way up the ladder of power with the rest of them, but still viewing him with a sort of fearful reverence.

It perplexed him. To what end was she here? An honest wish to change sides seemed unlikely, which only left the option of her being a spy. But that didn't fit the facts well, either. As a spy, she'd either be a good actor and show no signs of fear, or she'd be terrible at keeping on a game face and have no tact at all. She displayed both. He didn't know what to make of her.

He sighed, realizing he'd been endlessly ruminating again, and as a result could feel that familiar tension of an oncoming headache in his forehead. He shook himself, as if that would dispel the strain, and tried to focus back on his work.

He'd made her his assistant for a reason, to keep an eye on her, and to an extent her friend. He'd figure out their intentions soon enough, he'd just need to interact with her more.

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