dear dictator ⇸ general hux

chapter two

His cold blue eyes narrowed, studying me after putting aside his holopad. I felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but showed no signs of it. It hadn't been the first time that he observed me this way. Whenever I felt that someone's watching me I turned around and see him studying me intently. It made me wonder if he suspected me, but I was thoroughly discreet with my plans.

Apparently, he could sense my nervousness and pointed it out. "You seem a little tense, officer. Is there something I should be concerned about?" He asked leaning forward, placing his hands on the desk and interlocking his fingers.

"Not at all, sir. I'm only curious regarding the reason for our discussion." I responded dodging a bullet there. "Have I done something wrong?"

He observed me for a few more seconds before saying "No, quite the opposite actually. You executed your recent mission perfectly and improved a lot over the last few months. With that said, I'm going to keep a close eye on you when we get to Starkiller base."

He was going to make my mission even more difficult, but I accepted the challenge. "What will my duties be at the base?" As far as I knew, the base only had technicians, scientists, engineers to work on the mass weapon and a few stormtroopers for security.

"You will be accompanying me to meetings, aid me with upcoming battle strategies and supervise the workers. Officer Campbell will be working closely with you." He answered simply.

As glad as I was that Ethan would be with me at all times, Hux wasn't going to allow me any time for myself to investigate the base. I guess I would have to find a way to make time and contact the Resistance somehow.

I nodded and waited for him to dismiss me. Everyone was at the cafeteria satisfying themselves with a warm meal after a hard day's work and I wished I was there at the moment. "Is there anything else, general?"

"Yes. I heard that you will be having a...celebration of sorts tonight." His tone turned bitter as he carried on "Try not to get too intoxicated. I won't accept you being late at your post tomorrow morning."

How did he even find out about that? I thought to myself. I tried not to dwell on the how and replied with confidence "I won't be."

"Good. Now, that is all. We'll be leaving in three days. You're dismissed." He said getting up and waited for me walk away. I nodded respectfully and turned around leaving his office.

Once I was out of his line of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. The plan was going smoothly so far, but I was still wary of Hux' intentions. He wouldn't give someone this much attention without having a plan in mind for them. This was all too suspicious. However, I've had enough stress for one day. My stomach reminded me of how hungry I was by rumbling so I made my way to the cafeteria.

"You started without me?" I chuckled seeing my friend chug down his second beer for the night as it seems. He placed the bottle next to the empty one and grinned. "You took long enough. Besides, two beers are nothing."

Grabbing a plate, I filled it with some bread and meat before sitting down next to Ethan. "I am starving." I said emphasizing the words before taking a huge bite of the bread.

"So what did he want?"

"He talked about how I did a good job today and what I will be doing at the base." I answered briefly then added "Apparently, he knew about our little drinking party and warned me not to be late tomorrow."

"How did he even find out about that?" He asked looking puzzled.

"No clue. Now, can I please finish my plate without talking about Hux?" I turned my attention back to the food. The plate was almost half empty.

"Sorry, your highness." He said placing his hand on his heart which made me roll my eyes. "When you're done meet me at the lounge, everyone's already there." He got up and left leaving me to finish my plate in peace.

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I walked into the lounge to see six officers laughing and drinking to their hearts' content. Stepping further in I reached Ethan and took the glass of bourbon from his grasp while he was busy talking to his friend.

He stopped the conversation and turned sideways to see me taking a sip from his drink. "You couldn't get your own drink, could you?" He shook his head.

"Too much effort." I joked and gulped down the bourbon feeling it burn my throat. I closed my eyes for a second from the sensation before opening them.

"Good, isn't it?" He asked while pouring a glass for himself. "I've been saving this for a special occasion." He glanced at the bottle one more time with pride before placing it back on the table.

"It's not that special of an occasion. You should have saved it for when you get promoted."

He shrugged "Well then, here's to hopefully getting promoted." He raised his glass and I followed suit. "Here, here." I responded and downed the drink.

"To the First Order." One of the officers cheered and everyone raised their glass. I hesitated for a moment before doing the same reluctantly then lowered my arm.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Seeing as we had work early in the morning we couldn't play some fun drinking games. However, it was interesting to get to know the others more. They seemed like good people, in my opinion, even though they were working for a tyrant.

We were at the point where each person was telling why they joined the First Order. Some actually believed in the cause, and some just wanted to be important and powerful figures, those were the ambitious ones. Then it was my turn.

I may have been a little tipsy, but I was aware of the words coming out of my mouth. "I heard the pay was good." Everyone laughed in agreement then waited for me to tell them the real reason. "I'm not with the political ideals of the Republic. This galaxy needs order and discipline and I believe the First Order will achieve that."

They seemed satisfied with my answer then they asked "What about you, Ethan?"

His face turned somber as he spoke "My father used to be an imperial officer for the Empire. The Rebel scum killed him during the war. I just want to make him proud, I know he would have wanted me to follow in his footsteps and put an end to the Resistance."

He drank the last drop of his bourbon and looked down seeming deep in thought. "Well it's getting late." Officer Walker said clearing his throat.

We all bid each other a good night before heading to our quarters. I walked with Ethan to make sure he was alright. "I'm sure he's proud of you."

"Yeah." He said still not looking up at me. "You didn't have to say that just to make me feel better."

"But it's true. Look how far you've come and you have a bright future ahead of you. Don't be so hard on yourself." I said placing a comforting hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go.

"Thanks, Vicky." He said appreciatively.

"For the last time, I hate that nickname. It's-"

"Victoria. I know." He finished my sentence with a smirk. "Goodnight...Vicky." He said and made a run for it to his room before I threw a punch at him. I shook my head and my lips curved into a small smile before heading to my own room.

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