My job was one of much importance on the Finalizer, one that many believed to be the most dangerous. Supreme Leader made it a routine of his to let open the floogates, allow the strength of his childish rage to seap through, and General Armitage Hux...
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I made my way down a lengthy hallway to my destination, chest out, spine tall, feet quickly hitting the metal floorboards. I passed by a series of troopers and gave a proper nod in their direction, my chin held high in defiance. The gesture was immediately reciprocated.
My job was one of much importance on the Finalizer, one that many believed to be the most dangerous. Master Ren made it a routine of his to let open the floodgates, allow the strength of his childish rage to seep through, and General Armitage Hux employed only the strongest to deal with his impertinence because he couldn't do so himself. Many had been hired in this position, but many failed. Most resulted in business termination, and in some, unfortunate cases, physical termination.
I arrived at a ten foot tall door made of sheer metal and promptly removed the leather glove from my hand. Reaching forward, I placed my open palm against the smooth service of the glass.
"Official 1311. Proceed." The nasal, human-like tone of the automatic scanner initiated its sequence with a gentle click and a beep and the door lifted.
I took both gloves and balled them up before entering, securing them into the side pocket of my uniform and snapping the button shut.
The evidence of Master's frustration made itself known to me as soon as I walked into his quarters. Wires hung from the ceiling and were splayed in half, hissing to life. Fist-sized divots were punched into the walls and thick, grey smog clung around my ankles, a warm winter blanket over the floor. Dark saber slashes lined the walls, the smell of charred, breathy burn assaulting my nose as I inhaled.
It was truly, purely chaos, and I was now in the very center of it all.
"Master Ren, sir...?" I voiced strongly, but not too strong as to further upset the man before me.
There he stood, a shadow, back turned from me at the front of his bed. His helmet lay in shambles at his feet.
"Leave." His voice was an icy dagger.
I cleared my throat and allowed my chest to inflate, "Sir, General Hux has called me to my station."
A beat passed between us before he spoke again. "...And what did I just say?"
His voice was significantly louder now, words spilling through the gapped teeth of his clenched jaw as he turned around to view me.
His eyes cut like glass. They were sharp and defiant, but they threatened to let a few, uneasy tears fall from their pools as he protested my leads. His breathing was ragged, his shoulders practically tensed to the lobes of his ears peeking out from under his shaggy, black tresses.
"Sir, if you would just-"
He turned away again; chin sliding just over his shoulder as he interjected, "I do not require your assistance at this time, Official 1311. You are to excuse yourself at once."
