General Hux (
tiedonastring) wrote in
revivalproject2020-04-01 07:52 am
[Video Post] Back on Agra Vacation Time Over.
[Hux is sitting in front of a table back at the Power Plant. He's tinkering with various wires and droid part with the attempt of building a new droid. He wasn't heavily focused on the project. It was more to keep himself occupied as he tried to sort out what he wanted to say. He did think about blocking the post from a couple of people, but at this point he didn't care. Eventually people would learn and it was better to hear it from the exact source. When he does speak he doesn't look at the camera and he talks in a soft and hesitant tone.]
How does one redefine their person? Even while among Drift Fleet and here for a time being --I had always clung to my title as General. I also always knew that I was the face of the First Order. It was something I knew I had to return to when I was home.
As much as it pains me to admit....I no longer have the title or any title for that matter. It's just....Hux. The military and First Order had been the only life I had known. I had been taken from my mother to serve the First Order's needs as my father helped form it. Only to learn the ultimate plans later and what First Order's real plans were... In everything we had worked hard for and did...in the end we were just a simple pawn in the grand scheme of things. Even a military can be expendable.
I at least have my engineering skills to use and find some purpose. But that feels very trivial in light of how my life had been. I'm aware that others are probably struggling with the same thing to varying degrees. It's a hard thing to adjust to. I wouldn't mind hearing what you have chosen to do.
How does one redefine their person? Even while among Drift Fleet and here for a time being --I had always clung to my title as General. I also always knew that I was the face of the First Order. It was something I knew I had to return to when I was home.
As much as it pains me to admit....I no longer have the title or any title for that matter. It's just....Hux. The military and First Order had been the only life I had known. I had been taken from my mother to serve the First Order's needs as my father helped form it. Only to learn the ultimate plans later and what First Order's real plans were... In everything we had worked hard for and did...in the end we were just a simple pawn in the grand scheme of things. Even a military can be expendable.
I at least have my engineering skills to use and find some purpose. But that feels very trivial in light of how my life had been. I'm aware that others are probably struggling with the same thing to varying degrees. It's a hard thing to adjust to. I wouldn't mind hearing what you have chosen to do.

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When I get to that stage, I'll let you know.
[The last commented earn a small chuckle from Hux.]
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[He sighs.] If they wanted a blasted savior, they should have gone to the Jedi if you ask me.
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[He sighs.] Still, I really do have to wonder... They pull in ordinary guys like you and me... It's like they don't have control over who ends up here at all... What do they expect us to do, I wonder? Menace these storms to death?
[He sighs again.] I'm sure it sounds like retreading old ground to you- I'll go ahead and assume you've been here way longer than me...
[...] It's strange though. We've got some here who've powers, then those who don't, and while I get the ones who're special handling the storms, those of us who're ordinary folks can't go running into the heart of it all. Technically speaking it would've been ideal for us to be here for the aftermath of the storm to collect evidence on just how destructive it was, or if there was something left to find...
Yet we're sent off on a vacation. Maybe after the storm- I was only here for the tail end of it- it was necessary, but...
[Yeah, he's just pondering about this himself now.]
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There seems to be no real guidance here on what to do. So even those with powers or special skills....feel no sense of purpose. We are used to working with more guidance and tools to help us through our tasks. And it seems like they enjoy hindering us instead of us helping us solve their problem.
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[Not a pleasant thought. He doesn't have any special powers, after all. Is he going to be able to protect Vector? Is he going to be able to protect himself?
Some of that old paranoia is sneaking in. Just because everyone's playing nice now, it doesn't mean they always will.] We can hope it goes sideways in a funny way like people gnawing their own arms off... But realistically, and knowing myself too, I'm surprised tempers haven't flared already.
Unless there's something I'm missing.