Demoted (Hux X Reader)

I. Need. Coffee.

I wake up early in the morning to shower and put my hair in a proper First Order style. I stare sadly at my not teal uniform that rests on my desk, waiting to be worn once again. I gulp and swallow my pride and put together my grey uniform, adjusting the little nuances in the mirror to First Order perfection.

Once I am content with my appearance I head on over to the officer messhall. I hold out my card to get scanned and gain access immediately. The sounds of ambient conversations are respectfully quiet but abundant. I can mostly hear the clinking of utensils and glassware as my new coworkers eat. The smell of different breakfast foods lure me into the back of the line as I impatiently wait to eat. Most importantly, I need my coffee to wake myself up. It is a requirement to start my day.

As I wait, I look around the messhall and stare at the monochrome greys that make up quite literally every part of this area, except for the obnoxiously bright red flag that flows down a wall. The tapestry like flag has a big First Order emblem smack in the middle of it.

I take a plate from the top of the stack and scan the different foods available for me to grab. I normally prefer a light snack to munch on until lunch, but those pancakes are seriously calling for me. I take two medium circles and a little cup of syrup. As the line moves, I close in on the coffee. Finally, it's my turn for coffee.

"Sorry, Sir. Looks like the machine stopped working. Come back later and I should have it fixed."

I stand dumbfounded infront of the worker as they power down machine. What luck! I silently nod and pace away to find an empty seat in a corner. I stare at my pancakes in disgust. How am I supposed to eat these now? They're only good with coffee. I take a few bites but ultimately throw it away. I opt for a bottle of water and sip it on my way to report to General Hux's office. Without coffee.

I knock on his door and wait for an answer. The door unlocks, signifying for me to enter. "Good Morning, Sir." I attempt to say upbeat, but only a timid voice comes out. I'm nervous all over again it seems.

The General sits at his desk, slightly angled towards his computer. He sips his coffee and stares at his screen, not looking up. "Hm. 'Tis a fine morning, I suppose." He puts the mug down and furiously types away. His leather gloves lay together on the desk, revealing pale hands and shortened fingernails. Some were a little too short- nail-biting short. I can't say I haven't done that before.

I stand awkwardly and wait for him to give me orders. Occasionally, I look down at his coffee and inhale the aromatic scent filling the air. I salivate so much, that I end up swallowing just to avoid drooling. His typing stops and a long minute of silence goes by as he reads something. He reaches for the mug of the aromatic coffee and sips it once again.

His blue- no- green eyes finally look up at me in a soft glare as he lowers his eyebrows. The General slowly puts his mug down. "Well go on. Sit."

"Yes, General." I do as I am ordered.

"Until I can fully assess your skills, you will be assigned to meaningless duties that won't destroy an entire brigade." He slides the empty mug over to me. "Fetch me some coffee, Captain." His rude and condescending tone shatters my already broken confidence.

Worst of all, I couldn't even carry out the task he asks of me. "Sir, the coffee machine is broken at the messhall."

He rolls his eyes. "I take it you haven't had your coffee this morning?" He points to the mostly empty countertop space against the wall of his minimal style office. On the countertop is a coffee machine with a fresh pot.

"No, Sir. My apologies." I take his mug and hurry over to his machine and prepare him a hot cup of coffee with the specific ratios of sugar and cream he asked for. I place it on his desk and sit back down and watch him as he does his work.