Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 1 - the interrogation

"He's not talking" Poe's voice sounded resigned, it had been a long few days and we were all tired. We'd lost two good soldiers in the raid on General Hux's shuttle and the whole unit was disheartened by our lack of good information in return,.

Brushing my sweaty hair back from my face, I considered our available options. Our main leadership off planet, Poe had set up a raiding party to kidnap Hux and his small party from the village where the First Order had been tipped off a Resistance leader was offering to defect. He couldn't afford another failure, since Leia had died he'd been under increasing pressure to align his methods to the wishes of the Rebel hierarchy - what was left of it. I owed him a lot, he'd got me out of a rather sticky situation of my own making on a planet in the Outer rim of the galaxy, but I had seen a certain look in his eyes that warned me off being too sympathetic. Good looking with his dark hair and eyes, I couldn't bring myself to start something that I would too easily walk away from.

Our current location was a small farm, dusty and run down but isolated from anything else by hundreds of clicks. So far we'd escaped detention from First Order recovery parties, but time was running out.

We needed to him to talk. Our spies on his ship, the FInalizer, must have been detected because their reports had come to a sudden end. Without that intelligence we would spend the next months running blind. And I was tired of running.

I wasn't surprised. As much as the Resistance despised the First Order, we grudgingly had to admit the quality of their training - and at the core of that ethos of discipline was Hux. When he'd been brought into the compound we'd watched in silence as he walked past, back straight as iron, head high, even when being dragged into a cell by our fighters. Even dishevelled and handcuffed he was an intimidating figure, his eyes scanning us with utter disdain. No wonder he hadn't broken.

"Plan B?"

Poe shot me a look, his expression worried. We'd discussed it as a possible, but desperate option, but now it looked like the only choice we had left. We had no more time. Good old fashioned torture hadn't worked so it was my turn. We had to try something he wouldn't suspect, something he wouldn't be expecting.

"Are you sure? We could try to get him off planet, take him back to our main forces" but we both knew that was too risky.

I touched his arm, trying to reassure him and he grabbed my hand staring into my eyes.

"I don't want to lose you" he said softly,

"I win his trust and we get what we need. Simple. Don't worry" Smiling encouragingly I hoped my face hadn't betrayed my rising excitement. No one, not even Poe knew the specifics of my plan - then again, neither did I really. All I knew was that I wanted to walk into that room holding one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. The thought of it was intoxicating.

"The guards know what to do?" He nodded as I wrapped the cloak around me and put up the hood.

"Remember, no one else in the room and no eyes."

Poe nodded again, but his eyes still betrayed his discomfort with the idea.

The door swung open, at the centre of the room sat a man with flame red hair, his uniform was torn in places, overcoat gone, blood trickling down from a cut on his forehead. His hair, so neatly slicked back, fell in front of his green eyes in sweaty strands.He turned towards me, my features hidden under the cloak, a sneer marring his handsome face. So this was the great General.

I nodded at the two men who had been tasked with guarding him and watched silently as they blindfolded him and followed my other instructions as I explained to them in detail earlier.