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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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Hux explained after he downed his second glass.
"Don't take this as a contest between the worst fathers....it's more or less me explaining what went on since it seems we have quite a bit in common...I would never want to wish this on anyone not even my worse enemy."
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Perhaps spite just runs in his family.
"Dude, it's not a competition and I get it. I don't think you're doing that. But I think... I get it. Though here I am, wondering something. If you hate him so much, why the fuck do you gotta act like he did?"
Victims of abuse sometimes fell into those cycles of behavior and Tommy had to fight not to do it.
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"I try my best to not act like him and separate myself from him. The biggest thing I know I carry from his is his anger and quick temper. I've learned over time to control it and not let others see it to point.
However, when we had the issue over your project... I had just pretty much completed the project and was testing things to make sure everything was running smoothly, before I was going to contact you. So I was furious when I saw your initial post. I realize you were trying to fix the situation, but at the time your approach had hit a nerve. Badgering me over it didn't help and just made it worse.
It wasn't my most graceful moment. Altair had managed to talk to me and to get me to calm down. It's still not an excuse, but that is what happened and why."
Hux stared at his empty tumbler and debated on a third glass. He opted to place the glass back down on the desk.
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"Yeah, my brother was trying to make a system too, before I asked for help and you offered it. But that asshole dude was pushing, so there's that. And it felt like I'd asked forever ago. Time is different for me."
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This has been a difficult transition for me since my return home. I no longer have a sense of purpose and I've been trying to find that once more."
Hux replied glancing at the other to see how he handled the response. He realized the apology was overdue. He was not one to offer one and when he did it was rare. But he was trying to mend his ways and change things. Granted, he wasn't sure how much the apology would hold since this was done in a dream.
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No one apologizes to Tommy. Except for Billy. He does it a lot. Too much sometimes. Even for shit he didn’t do.
But adults? They never apologized. So Tommy is just... left staring for a very long moment. Before he stands and moves to the desk, offering his hand out to Hux.
“Hi, I’m Tommy Shepherd. I’m an asshole. Part of it comes from the fact that I focus, I can count picoseconds. It means I’m impatient, and sometimes i think of smart things, but in the time it takes for a person to hear them, I have been through months and it’s sorta gone out of my head again. I try to keep up to normal people speeds and it’s not always possible, but it means I put my foot in my mouth. And I forgive you, if you can forgive me for the fact that when certain kinds of adults start pushing, sometimes I cave. Not often. They gotta push exactly the right buttons, but sometimes I do it. Because of fear, or annoyance, or just to get them to shut the hell up.”
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"It's Armitage Hux....please just call me Hux." Hux replied. He purposely dropped his title sense it was a title he no longer held and nor did it have impact here.
"I'll be sure to keep this in mind. If I request some time to cool off, please let me have that time. I'll be sure to reproach anything at a better time."
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And then he’s pulling his hand back. It was a good shake, he’ll accept that.
“Also, you tell anyone about what I told you? I’ll make your life miserable. You of course get to do the same if I do it to you. Only fair.”
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Hux was still willing to work with the young man, should he choose to approach him again. He did hope that considering they were both raised in a similar way he would understand why things had transpired in the manner they had.
"I had my father disposed of when the time was right."
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"You're more then welcome to have another drink or explore the room. I warn you the memories aren't very pleasant but not as bad as what you just witnessed."
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Instead he found this.
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Placing the bottle and tumblers back into the drawer, Hux left the room with the door sliding shut behind him.
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