Demoted (Hux X Reader)

Blitz

A/N
Small rant in the voice of Hux that I just can't seem to fit anywhere in the story, but I wanted to share with you regardless. I want you to get angry at the Resistance.

How dare they take over the Galactic Empire and ruin all that was good? These people preach a democracy that they themselves cannot uphold. Planets are being raided. Civil unrest runs rampant. Crime is at an all time high. The worst part is, these damn senators are all part of the same clique or family. It's impossible to hear someone else's perspective or voice. They don't listen to reason. They don't hear us out.

So we take matters into our own hands. They still ignore us. Fine. We'll just show up to their doorstep with guns and ships.
We are the Rebellion of the New Republic. We are the First Order.

And then these fucking Resistance show up. And of course the Senate turns a blind eye on all of their illegal activities because guess what? The Resistance is run by the Senate too! They even have their precious princess leading them. How repulsive.

I'm gonna destroy the Senate. I'm gonna blow them all up. Not just Hosnian Prime. The entire system! It's time to put that weapon to good use. It's time to use Starkiller.

Anyways, back to the story.

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Just one day. Just one evening. "If we have time to drink here and chat, then we can afford an evening of drinking and chatting, but with fancy clothes, yea?"

Yea. Sure. Why not?

"What about After?"

Exactly when is after? Will the war never end? Of course it will. It's up to us to end it. All of this thinking is useless. I need to think about right now. The present.

Just stay alive.

Don't die.

Fight.

An overwhelming sickness takes over my body. Before I can fully grasp the situation presenting itself in front of me, I get this terrible, awful feeling. It's the same feeling when those starfighters first took away everything I loved.

Anguish. Fear. Nausea. Hatred.

It's the feeling of dread.

TIE fighters zip through the sky so ridiculously fast towards that all too familiar trident-shaped ship. As it passes the moon, this odd ship turns its nose down, now revealing the silhouette of a sideways X. Three more follow behind it. I almost didn't see them. The small glint of reflection that the moon gives the metal objects is just enough for me to spot them in the sky. I see another four appear not too far off.

Death.

"I'm going to round up our troops!" Phasma says and then runs down the hallway as the echo of her clicking heels dissipates. I hear a deep electronic voice boom out from Hux's holopad. It is Kylo Ren- not an officer.

"I've just discovered a plan of attack from the Resistance. I contacted Coruscant HQ and gave the order to deploy all available starfighters. I'm on my way." Kylo says with a sense of urgency.

I continue staring in shock up at the night sky. Multiple Squads of X wings warp out of lightspeed near the atmosphere. I shake my head in denial. This can't be happening. Hux was right. It was dangerous for us to gather here. But we all just wanted one day- one night to be ourselves. The sky, ships, and moon start to turn and warp. Everything becomes blurry. I glance down at the flowers on the balcony railing. The petals whoosh in the air, making me even more dizzy.