Demoted (Hux X Reader)

A Drink Too Many

I have had countless field missions before, but I normally stay back with other officers to plan navigational strategies. Technically my specialty is space navigation, but land navigation is sort of the same thing. The lines of First Order Army and Navy duties tend to intermingle. Job descriptions blur or specific specialties get used for other reasons. The point is, I do navigation. And a lot of things need to be navigated through space and into the terrain of planets.

The front lines of battle isn't a stranger. I've been on it a handful of times, but I normally don't interact with my enemies directly. I've been in combat; Everyone has at some point, but that's not what my specialty is. That's what stormtroopers are for. So when Armitage asked me this proposition, I was a little taken aback.

"How do you feel about directly commanding our troopers at the entrance of the resistance base?" He finally breaks our little silence when the bartender hands us our drinks.

"On the front lines?" I sip my vodka cranberry and then swirl it around with the little straw. Armitage does the same in full confidence with his own vodka cranberry. I can appreciate his lack of conformity when it comes to mixed drinks. Alcohol is Alcohol, and this tastes too damn good. Besides, what would he be trying to prove by ordering something gross like whiskey or bourbon?

"Yes. Commander Ren will be there and he has already agreed to observe." He hails the bartender over once again. The worker nods as she finishes up someone else's drink order.

"Hm." I hum in thought, sipping my drink. "That sounds like a big deal. It's an opportunity to showcase my leading skills to the Commander. I'd be honored."

"Geil! Captain Phasma will be in contact with you once she secures the data. Ren will be by your side incase anything strays from our plans. I expect you to deal with whatever scum flees through the entrance effectively." He pulls out his datapad to read something while he drinks.

"Do you mean execute or capture?"

"If Phasma can secure the data, then there is no need to keep anyone alive."

"Good. I can't stand keeping prisoners. They're better off dead."

His eyes flick up from his datapad in interest. "Sometimes I forget you are a First Order officer." He says and puts it back in his pocket, giving me his full attention.

I scrunch my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" I sip my drink.

The bartender hurries on over to us and Armitage orders two pairs of two different flavors of Schnapps, making four shots in total. Once the bartender nods and walks away, he looks back at me, almost studying my face.

"All high ranking First Order officers are ruthless machines. We have to be. You're such a sweet little... little..." Hux pauses for a moment of thought before continuing. "Schatz." He finally says. "Sometimes, I forget that you are just as dangerous as I am. You've killed. I've killed. It makes me wonder. Why did you join the First Order?"

I slowly nod and sigh while twirling the straw in my drink. "I joined when the Resistance made it personal. My family were casualties in a fight that we weren't even part of. Well, I mean yea, we were Imperial sympathizers, but we never did anything illegal or wrong. The resistance dropped bombs on parts of my city. I still don't know why they did it. All I know is that those rebel scum celebrated afterwards. So here I am, fighting for order over the chaos that plagues this galaxy."

"So you've experienced the rebels' true nature."

"I have. You know, I don't understand how they can justify their anarchist movement as a good deed when they've caused so much suffering. They fight for what? Freedom? That doesn't exist. All  civil societies have rules to follow. It's like they want wild space for the whole galaxy or something."