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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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"It was one of my shorter ones." Hux replied. He believed she was going to either hate it or say she could write something better.
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"That weapon was my design and one I helped build and over saw. I am very much responsible for all those deaths. I am not afraid to get my hands bloody."
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CW for war and violence
He walked toward where she was standing to remove the coat as if to place it on himself. Instead of moved to drape it on her shoulders, which in hindsight looked ridiculous on her.
With the the coat, Catra was taken onto a battle field. It seemed to be raining and hard to see what was going on. But the battle looked to be one sided. Hux was in the lead along with a tall figure in metallic armor similar to that of the others wearing white. He wasn't wearing his full uniform as he had in the speech, but the main uniform he wore now only it was caked in mud and soaked through from rain.
With his blaster, Hux was firing at various Resistance members.. However it looked as if they were going to win they were suddenly out numbered as others began to surround them. Together him and the tall figure took out enough to get his small group to retreat. It wasn't one of his favorite memories as they lost the ground they were trying to gain. On top of that a lot of men had died. He had been on the battle field as much as Catra tried to say he never had been on one.
The image quickly shifted to them being back on board the ship, Hux was in a cleaner uniform and stepping into another room with a blaster in hand. There was an older officer sitting in the chair trying to plead with him. "I know you were the one responsible for sabotaging our ship. You can blame it on your tech all you want, but ultimately that tech was yours." Hux stated and then fired his blaster point blank at the man and several more times after. Blood that wasn't his stained his uniform as he stepped out of the room and placed his blaster back in it's holster.
They then returned back to the office where he waited to see what she would come up with next. He knew regardless of what he said or did nothing were satisfy her. She in many ways reminded him of his father. While he wasn't trying to prove himself, the one thing he hated being accused of was being a paper pusher.
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The execution was met with silence, though she didn't flinch away from the sight.
Back in the office her ears flicked like they were still trying to shake off water, and she let the coat drop to the ground with a scowl.
"...What, so you lost a battle and you shot an unarmed man? That's supposed to impress me or something?" she asked in a biting tone. She didn't know why it was so important for him to prove himself to this person he'd never even met, but Catra was entirely the wrong person to try and find it with.
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Good luck with your life here. I hope you can find a purpose that's beyond antagonizing people for your own amusement to cover up for your own disappointments," Hux stated. He slipped the coat off her and hung it back on the rank before heading out the door.
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"How am I supposed to get out of here?! You can't just-!" she gave a scream of frustration and sliced across the door with her claws.