General Hux x Reader One-Shots

Blistering Hellscape

Summary: Your mission with General Hux to deactivate the Parnassos orbital defense system sours. 

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The planet of Parnassos landed somewhere between blistering Hellscape and inhabitable deathtrap. Exactly where you never anticipated landing.

You stood beside General Armitage Hux looking at a rusting command station. You each wore tactical armor covered in dusty colored cloth. Strips of long grey material tickled your nose and mouth, leaving only your eyes free to the elements. Sand stuck to the fabric, coating your body in rough dust. And vicious looking beetles jumped from your uniform every time the wind swept them up to meet with your clothing.

"I understand why Captain Phasma got out of here as soon as she could," You turned to Hux who had a hand on his blaster. "I would burn the planet down to get away from this place."

It was difficult to determine his mood with his face nearly covered, but the dangerous glint in his eye gave enough away.

"Yes, well," Armitage looked on at the command station, "she nearly did."

You nodded and followed his line of site. Metal curled from the walls like wilting flowers and deep brown rust decorated every inch of the building. The ever mobile sand creating an ocean-like effect on the station, rolling like waves. Watching the optical illusion gave you motion sickness which you shook off by looking towards the sky.

The wind kicked up again as you began the trek towards the dilapidated command center. With a final look back at your speeders, you prepared yourself for whatever you might find.

Armitage placed a hand on your back as you walked.

"You didn't have to come," You yelled at Armitage over the rushing wind. The loose material around your armor flung out in every direction, pulling dirt and beetles with it.

"Parnassos is not a place I would allow you to go alone," Armitage flicked a wandering beetle from your cheek.

"I wasn't going to go alone," You protested, "I had my team but you relieved them and took their place."

"I did not believe them to be the ideal team."

"Why? There's almost nothing here," You kicked a small dune, creating a noxious cloud of sand and indigenous life, "besides these bloody beetles and sand."

The stifling afternoon sun hit the skin across your eyes, turning it red. Sticky sweat tumbled down your back under your armor. The heat dried your throat and slowed your mind.

"The bloody beetles will burrow inside you, grow their spawn, and stop your organs to eventually kill you." Armitage tugged up on his gloves, ensuring there was no entrance for the tiny menaces.

"Then I won't let them get inside me to murder me," You unclasped your blaster and held it up as you neared the station.

Your recon showed no immediate threats or defense mechanisms. Aging cannons lined the wall but they were not live. You pulled a circular hunk of scrap metal from your pack and heaved it at the entrance of the building.

It slammed into the metal door, dinging it, but nothing rushed to defend the building.

"Was that necessary?" Armitage asked, raising his blaster to face the door.

"Just a final check," You hurried to the door, looking into the muggy desert. Nothing moved in the distance. Everything was silent and no form of intelligent life presented itself as you watched.

You flipped your blaster in your hand and shot the door lock. It fizzled and sizzled as smoke billowed up in the air. The code pad melted and the door popped open a pinch.