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revivalproject2020-06-03 10:14 am
tiedonastring) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 10:14 am
A General's Mind
WHO: Hux and You
WHERE: Hux's calibration room
WHAT: Exploring Hux's mind.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event [ June 3rd - July 10th ]
WARNINGS: This is going to be heavily labeled with many warnings. Hux's life was not pretty. If any of this makes you uncomfortable I advice that you don't interact with this post. Cw for death, violence, alcohol abuse, physical and mental abuse, and discussions of war.
It's a simple office that Hux had back when he was on the Finalizer. It had a metal desk with a data pad perched on it. A name plate on it with his title an full name. On the wall was a large painting of a sunset over Arkansis. There were two other doors, one leading to his living quarters, and the other a simple refresher. His Great Coat was hanging on a coat rack in the corner. His Officer's hat hung on another hook. Gloves and a cold half filled mug were also on the desk.
If someone continues to dig through the office they can open the drawers in his desk. Inside the top drawer is a bottle of expensive whiskey. It looks as if it hasn't been opened yet. There's also a couple of bottles with various painkillers inside. In the second drawer there is a bunch of very old books.
Inside the coat pockets are a pack of cigarettes and lighter and a stylus pen. In the other pocket are a hand full of credits.
Hux had made sure to keep the office as sparse as possible and not much in the way of personal stuff that can be used against him. The doors to the other rooms will not open at this time.
WHERE: Hux's calibration room
WHAT: Exploring Hux's mind.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event [ June 3rd - July 10th ]
WARNINGS: This is going to be heavily labeled with many warnings. Hux's life was not pretty. If any of this makes you uncomfortable I advice that you don't interact with this post. Cw for death, violence, alcohol abuse, physical and mental abuse, and discussions of war.
It's a simple office that Hux had back when he was on the Finalizer. It had a metal desk with a data pad perched on it. A name plate on it with his title an full name. On the wall was a large painting of a sunset over Arkansis. There were two other doors, one leading to his living quarters, and the other a simple refresher. His Great Coat was hanging on a coat rack in the corner. His Officer's hat hung on another hook. Gloves and a cold half filled mug were also on the desk.
If someone continues to dig through the office they can open the drawers in his desk. Inside the top drawer is a bottle of expensive whiskey. It looks as if it hasn't been opened yet. There's also a couple of bottles with various painkillers inside. In the second drawer there is a bunch of very old books.
Inside the coat pockets are a pack of cigarettes and lighter and a stylus pen. In the other pocket are a hand full of credits.
Hux had made sure to keep the office as sparse as possible and not much in the way of personal stuff that can be used against him. The doors to the other rooms will not open at this time.
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"That's what my home planet looked like before the Rebels took over. This was toward the end when the Empire had pretty much lost the war and they were just regaining what land the Empire had." Hux explained as he moved to stand beside him.
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That was long ago now. Five years he'd spent in carbonite, and then he'd been woken to a very different galaxy, and the war. What had happened to his apartment, his artwork, his relics, all that once had been his, he didn't know.
Perhaps it had been looted.
Or perhaps it was still there, locked up, waiting for him to come home to it. However unlikely that was.
"Do you want to talk about it? Or is it okay if I touch it?"
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There was a long pause as Hux debated on what to say. This was a topic he didn't talk about much, but he was comfortable enough to share it with Altair. Only, it was extremely hard for him to tell it.
"It'll be easier if you touch the painting. It's not exactly a story I enjoy telling."
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The first time he'd set foot on the planet, Altair hadn't known what to think. It had been so different from Ziost, and extremely different from the frozen desert that was Korriban. While Ziost remained a nightmare for Altair however, Korriban and Dromund Kaas had felt like home. To the point where he preferred them over his own Empire's home planet Odessen.
"Are you sure?"
He had said it was, sure, but Altair just wanted to ask once more- in case he changed his mind.
"I'm sure I can manage to keep my hands to myself if you'd prefer that."
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They were difficult memories and indeed hard to discuss, but if Altair had questions on what he saw he would answer honestly. Altair had his complete trust and devotion.