The alert sounded on the command shuttle only moments after the ramp had closed and its occupants had taken their seats.
"I'll see what it is sir." Lieutenant Mikitka said before standing and making his way up to the cockpit.
You, on the other-hand, sat with a small smirk on your face and a small laugh, no more than an exhalation of breath, leaving your frame at the obvious chaos this small set back had created. So caught up in their own schedules. You mused to yourself, shaking your head and returning to the data pad in your hands. This mission was mostly to allow those with family on the planet to celebrate a religious holiday imperative to the inhabitants. And since it was only once every decade, the First Order allowed a substantial amount of time off for those from the small village that celebrated.You were one of the few, and one of the only ones to actually accept the offer to return to your home planet to partake.
The command shuttle had landed at one of the villages, letting off the remaining officers left until the only ones left on the shuttle itself was yourself, the assistant, and the general. The last of whom, snapped his eyes to your angrily. "Something funny, Lieutenant (L/n)?" He snapped, causing your eyes to snap up to his nervously.
"N-No sir..." You trailed off then smiled slightly. "I think I know what happened sir." He gave a look that encouraged you to continue. "Well, you see, it's a game to the children on these parts. They stick anything and everything into snow, then throw it at ships. One of them must have thrown something large enough that it was pulled into the intake valve, and the ship is overcompensating." You replied easily.
"You speak as if from experience." He retorted, his eyes almost imperceptibly rolling as he looked back to his own data pad. You watched him a moment longer before your eyes were drawn to Lieutenant Mitaka, as he climbed from the command deck and into the seating area.
"Sir, it seems that something has overheated the intake's sensor, the ship is refusing to take off without the correction, but with the coming weather, the only technician in the area is refusing to come until the storm passes." General Hux's eyes slid to yours and you innocently flicked through a report of the recent Tie-Fighter delivery, of which you were the head consultant.
The General returned his eyes to Mitika long enough to nod to him. "Arrange for lodging for the night for the crew-"
You clearing your throat caused him to pause and if you were cold in the shuttle, his eyes would have warmed you instantly what with the fire they were carrying. "General Hux Sir, all due respect-" He snorted at the word but didn't interrupt you. "You won't find enough lodging for all of you, not in this village at least. I can send for my father if you would like. It will take about an hour for him to arrive, but we could find place for you all."
The general seemed to consider the offer, but Mitika was first to shoot it down. "Officers and the General of the First Order will not sleep in a Barn ." He sneered, looking to the general for support, but simply was met with the bored expression of his superior, and the the back of his head as he turned to face you.
"Lieutenant Mitika is correct. The General of the First Order should not be sleeping in a Barn. But I think it would do the officers some good." He turned to Mitika at this. "Teach them some humility." The last word had the young officer turning red and dismissing himself with a quiet Of course General before retreating to the command deck. "Send for your father, (L/n)." You did so with a nod.
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An Hour later the cry of a fathier caused you to jump up from your seat and open the side port of the Command shuttle, your father waved from the homemade sled and you returned it before returning to the warmth of the shuttle. General Hux had seen you rise and in response began dressing for the growing cold. "Sir, my father-"
