beautiful mistake; general a. hux ➥ on hold

ACT III.

ACT III.

The rest of the day dragged by awfully slow. Multiple people congratulating me on my promotion. Me constantly avoiding eye contact with Hux.

I wanted to be alone already.
After I had been congratulated by everyone, spoken a few words to celebrate and had talked to a few people about how I would live up to my new position with great honor, I was finally free to go.

My steps were hurried and the pent up anger kept me going even faster. Once I reached my quarters, I slammed my red cape and my hat onto my bed and quickly jumped into the shower.
The cold water kept raining down on my bare back as I continuously slammed my head onto the walls of my shower. After a while I slammed my fist into the wall as well. I kept slamming it into the walls as hard as I could until I could feel warm blood drawing from my knuckles. Then I just sat down and cried. I didn't know why.

Maybe my mother. Maybe Hux. Maybe even the Supreme Leader.

Once I was done I dried myself off, being careful not to stain my towel with the blood from my knuckles.
I would need to clean them so they wouldn't get infected.

The black trousers and pullover fit snugly around my body. They looked different on me than the normal uniform. Somehow they looked weird.

I just sat on my bed staring at the metallic black walls for about an hour until I heard a knock on my door. When I went to get it I noticed there was still dried blood all over my knuckles. I didn't care though.

The door opened to reveal General Hux in the same casual black clothing I wore, his hair slightly tousled. He looked really attractive like this.
I was staring, I knew, but I was also confused at what he needed from me after his work hours were over. My eyes were probably still red from crying. He must've noticed the blood on my knuckles by now, too.

"Are you okay?", he simply asked.
I just shook my head. I knew lying to him had no point. He would find out eventually, just as Ren had said.
"You know, I did this as well when I first got promoted. It gets better. That is all," his voice spoke in a soothing way and I immediately felt better.

"Why?", I asked.
He looked at me, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why did you tell me that?"
"I don't know."

There he was, yet again, invading my sleepless thoughts. Hux. I didn't understand him at all. One second we don't talk at all and then suddenly he goes around comforting me because I threw a tantrum.
Apparently, he'd done that, too. I didn't even call him by his first name.

Everyone around here seemed a bit emotionally unstable these days.

Sleep never came and so I stood up at 0600 hours, sleepless and with bags under my eyes. My first day commanding as a lieutenant I would look like I hadn't slept in the last three days.

The first few days I was to help with further organization of the upcoming demonstration of our weapon. As far as I knew, the Hosnian system would be targeted. I had never been to this system before but apparently, it held most of the Republic's government people and troops. A perfect first target.
My now higher authority as a lieutenant didn't change many of my assignments. I still had to look through documents, some more classified than the ones I had previously been given but nonetheless still only documents. I occasionally trained a small squadron of Stormtroopers for special missions and had been given an office of my own to sort through documents and discuss military concerns with people like Captain Phasma, whom I'd previously been introduced to after one of her Stormtroopers turned to the rebels.
The demonstration crept closer day by day and the atmosphere around Starkiller base became more and more stressed.
When the day finally came, everyone was wearing their formal attires yet again.