Chip

Chip. 23ish. Droid technician, inventor, and genius. I'm nobody's bitch. (Star Wars OC)

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John Boyega the LOST Protagonist

Let’s talk about John Boyega and when Disney Lucasfilm did to him

There was a promise Disney Lucasfilm made when they cast John Boyega as Finn, the male lead & co-protagonist of the sequel trilogy. They broke that promise & this is a conversation we need to have. John Boyega & Finn deserved better

For the longest time I wondered if people still cared about what happened to John Boyega. I wondered if the racism of Disney Lucasfilm had just gone unnoticed, but to my surprise, lots of people still do care. 

So I wanted to go over what actually happened to John Boyega and his experience with Disney Lucasfilm.

Especially after this most recent tweet of theirs:

Where was this energy for John Boyega? Kelly Marie Tran? Naomi Ackie? 

I support this sentiment but considering where this is coming from, the people who did nothing for Naomi Ackie, Kelly Marie Tran, Thandie Newton and participated in the racism against John Boyega by sidelining him, and mistreating every black character, this feels performative

So with that being said, I made this video where I recounted everything that Disney Lucasfilm did to John Boyega. 

I want people to know this story. I want people to know what John Boyega went through. I want people to know what John Boyega meant when he said his experience in Star Wars was based off his race:

So if you care about John Boyega, if you care about justice for his character Finn, or if you just want people to know what happened, watch this video and share it around. 

Reblog it so everyone knows.

May the force be with you, John. You deserved better. 

[92gremlin]

chipstheshit​:

Chip peered into the bowl, then turned her head to press a kiss to Hux’s arm.

“You’re doing it perfectly, as is. No need to look like it’s going to bite you.”

As he stirred, she returned to the counter to butter and flour the glass baking dish.

“Alright, now pour it in here, and then we’ll sprinkle the topping on.”

She couldn’t keep herself from steal glances at his face. It was rare for him to have time to devote to domestic activities, and seeing him so relaxed and amiable was a rare treasure, indeed.

             Better safe than sorry, he thought, as he certainly didn’t want to be the reason her recipe could go wrong. The redhead kept on stirring with her encouraging words and gentle kiss, even smirking softly with her joke. “Soon enough, it should be the other way around”, Hux replied, trying to be humorous as well.

          Once she indicated the next step, he nodded and carefully poured the mix on the baking dish, using the spoon to swipe the inside of the bowl as he watched her do many times before. Concentrated, he didn’t notice her eyes on him but his own easily found Chip’s when he glanced at her, as if to make sure he had done right. That was her domain, not his.

            Done with the bowl, he put it aside with the other dirty dishes and idly drummed his fingers on the top of the counter, waiting. “What’s next?”

[chipstheshit]

“Well first,” she drew out her words, pretending to think as she stepped close enough to place her hands on his chest now that his were free, “I’m going to kiss you. Then, we can put the crisp in the oven.”

In reality, it was almost always Hux kissing Chip, considering the height difference. She could only stretch so far, even standing on her toes. Regardless, she was determined and about as hardheaded as a person could be. So, she rose to the very tips of her toes, steadying herself against him, and tilted her face up expectantly.

[malyen0retsev]

look, from a simple ‘i understand narrative storytelling’, it was crystal clear that the force awakens was setting up a trilogy with a finnrey endgame, rey training with the jedi, and finn discovering he is force sensitive (and training too). they were written as co-protagonists, with both of them wielding luke bloody skywalker’s lightsaber to fight with. 

finn went from being not the ‘second most important character’ but the joint first most important character in that trilogy to being cast aside completely in film two. the finnrey seeds which had absolutely been sown, the finn being force sensitive seeds that had also been sown, rey and finn both having reasons to take on kylo ren were all abandoned. the narrative storytelling that the force awakens set up was put aside in the last jedi to start a mess of a ‘redemption arc’ for the white dude. 

john boyega isn’t just right in saying finn was pushed aside, he’s right in saying that disney entirely fucked him over. they removed all nuance from finn and gave it to the crusty white kylo ren - which is even more insane when you remember finn has arguably the most interesting back story in the entire trilogy. stolen by the first order as a baby, brainwashed and trained into being a stormtrooper, fights for his own decisions and conscience because he’s a good person, leaves the stormtroopers, joins the resistance, and is force bloody sensitive. how on earth do you look at all that back story in the force awakens and go ‘nah, that character isn’t interesting’. PARDON ME?!?!

it makes me so sad that this role which should have been a dream turned into a nightmare for john. it makes me so sad knowing all the kids who finally saw themselves represented in the star wars universe with finn, who deserved so so much better. and it makes me so sad that this deeply nuanced, kind hearted character of finn was thrown aside like garbage for a ‘white redemption arc’ that frankly didn’t make sense and nobody wanted. john boyega deserved fucking better. he’s right to say what he’s saying. and anyone who thinks he’s talking bullshit, unplug your head from you ass and don’t even get me started on the racial discrimination in marketing such as diminishing the size of his character in posters for china. disney fucked him over and in doing so fucked up what could and should have been such a good trilogy. and it makes me so sad and so fucking angry.

[92gremlin]

❛ If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand. ❜ -Chip

          The hurt in her voice was palpable, so much he felt as if it pressed against his chest, making it uncomfortably tight with anguish. He didn’t mean to hurt the only person who ever cared enough to stay. Carefully, Hux took a seat beside her on the end of the bed, both hands rested on his lap.

          “I can see how it may not be satisfying to your needs. And I understand you require more than I am able to provide. I’m not… equipped well enough to express good sentiments, even though I’ve been trying to be better at it”.

@chipstheshit

[chipstheshit]

Chip had spoken out of anger, and now she was regretting it. The words had been true, at least partially, but when Hux sat beside her with that guilty look on his face, she visibly winced.

“I know you’re trying,” she mumbled, running a hand through her wild curls in a futile attempt to calm the sea of raw emotion swirling in her gut, “I just...I don’t know what to do.”

She couldn’t change him and he couldn’t change her. Not enough to stop the hurt. But the way she felt for him...there were no parallels, no way to describe it in words. If only he’d let himself love her back the same way.

[92gremlin]

“Oh. Um, they must have mixed up our plates. That ring isn’t for you.” - Chip

The ginger tilted his head and gave the young woman an amused look. “Are you implying that I am not worthy of that diamond?”, he teased, just to lighten up the mood again. First dates were awkward enough as they were, they didn’t need the added tension.

@chipstheshit ​

[chipstheshit]

Chip blinked at him for moment, internally panicking at the awkward mix-up, before his words and teasing tone sunk in, and she smiled in relief. At least he wasn’t going to make things any more awkward (lord knows she didn’t need help doing that herself). Maybe he wasn’t quite as uptight as he’d seemed a moment ago.

“Not at all, I just think an emerald would bring out your eyes better. If you’re going to drop several thousand on a ring, it should at least be flattering.”

[92gremlin]

chipstheshit‌:

Chip nodded as she slid the apple slices into a bowl and sprinkled in sugar and a few spices. Then, she reached for the rest of the ingredients and began to combine them. Once everything was in the second bowl, she stuck in a wooden spoon and handed it to Hux.

“Stir that. If you’re going to stand there watching, you might as well help.”

In truth, she enjoyed cooking enough that it didn’t bother her if Hux participated or not (as long as he continued to eat her creations, that is). But, the opportunity to see him be domestic was too rare and too wonderful to pass up. Plus, “checking his technique” was more than enough of an excuse to stare unabashedly at him, which happened to be one of her favorite activities.

          The ginger male observed attentively, always impressed by her ability of making things from scratch so effortlessly. But he was there, available, in case Chip needed yet another ingredient or item that was just out of reach. instead, he was surprised when she pressed that bowl into his hands, that she trusted him to help with part of the process. 

          “Oh. Yes, sure”, he hesitated and looked down at the ingredients waiting to be properly mixed. This shouldn’t be rocket science, all he had to do was to mix it all until it became homogeneous… right? So he took spoon and began to move it around the bowl, blending the ingredients. “Do I have to do something specific with this?”.

[chipstheshit]

Chip peered into the bowl, then turned her head to press a kiss to Hux’s arm.

“You’re doing it perfectly, as is. No need to look like it’s going to bite you.”

As he stirred, she returned to the counter to butter and flour the glass baking dish.

“Alright, now pour it in here, and then we’ll sprinkle the topping on.”

She couldn’t keep herself from steal glances at his face. It was rare for him to have time to devote to domestic activities, and seeing him so relaxed and amiable was a rare treasure, indeed.

[kestiis]

Give this a like or a reblog if you’re interested in interacting with Cal Kestis from Star Wars Jedi: Fallen order.

Au and OC friendly.

Mun is 21.

Written by Tasha.

[chipstheshit]

Not sure if this is recent, but please send me a message if you’re interested!

[92gremlin]

chipstheshit‌:

“And I’ll use them, too,” she threatened teasingly, pointing the blade of a knife in his direction before returning to slicing fruit, “I’m very scary, you know.”

It wasn’t entirely true. Hux commanded rooms and turned lesser men into quivering children with a single glance or biting remark. Chip, on the other hand was small and rotund with large cheeks and wide eyes - the soft curves to Hux’s sharp angles. Except when she was angry, of course. Then anyone in her way should head for the hills, because where Hux had control, she was a wildfire destroying anything in her path.

“Would you rather have apple pie or apple crisp? I have the ingredients for either.”

“Terrifying”, he teased back with smiling eyes. She could be very scary indeed under the right circumstances, he witnessed it only a couple of times but it sure caused an impression. And made her that much attractive to him.

“Apple crisp”, he decided, but didn’t have a real preference of one over the other. 

[chipstheshit]

Chip nodded as she slid the apple slices into a bowl and sprinkled in sugar and a few spices. Then, she reached for the rest of the ingredients and began to combine them. Once everything was in the second bowl, she stuck in a wooden spoon and handed it to Hux.

“Stir that. If you’re going to stand there watching, you might as well help.”

In truth, she enjoyed cooking enough that it didn’t bother her if Hux participated or not (as long as he continued to eat her creations, that is). But, the opportunity to see him be domestic was too rare and too wonderful to pass up. Plus, “checking his technique” was more than enough of an excuse to stare unabashedly at him, which happened to be one of her favorite activities.

[resistcre-blog]

Starter for @chipstheshit

Convincing BB-8 was the hardest part. A droid who could roll faster than Poe could run and with a stubbornness to outmatch nearly anyone. A routine check, the commander had claimed, which hadn’t been a lie, per se, just a veiled truth.

“Sorry to bother you,” he stated as he sidled up to Chip, a hand in his hair to tousle curls. Just as he was about to voice his request, however, his gaze turned to where BB-8 had been loitering beside him. Had. Because now the droid was rolling quickly away toward an exit, forcing Poe to give chase in order to herd the droid back, this time with a more watchful eye. “Just a routine check, buddy. We can trust her not to wipe ya.

“Sorry again. Do you have time to fit BB-8 in for a check? Sometimes I worry he’s fried a chip.”

BB-8, in his own right, beeped in protest. No fried chips here!

[chipstheshit]

Chip was busy ~creating~ when Poe and BB-8 entered her workshop. Clad head-to-toe in protective gear, the tiny, plump woman was soldering something together on her work bench and blaring upbeat music from an ancient looking boombox on the floor. Between the noise and her focus on the project, she didn’t notice she had company until someone spoke from just behind her. With an undignified shriek, she whipped around, soldering iron held aloft like some sort of weapon.

“Maker,” she breathed, upon seeing Poe, “You scared me!”

Shaking her head at her own stupidity, she flipped up the visor on her helmet, then set down her tools and turned off the music. She watched with interest as BB-8 made dash for the door and had to actually work to suppress a smitten smile as Poe darted after the droid. Of course the man she’d had a crush on since she was a teenager had to show up on building day when she was dressed like some sort of crafty hobgoblin. 

“Fried a chip, huh?” She asked, kneeling down to greet the droid and give him a quick once over, before glancing up at Poe, “I have time. And,” now she turned back to address BB-8 directly, “I promise I don’t bite. We’ll have you all fixed up in no time. Just come into the light a little, so I can see what I’m doing.”

[92gremlin]

continued // @chipstheshit

The attempt was successful, Hux surely didn’t want to be slapped with the waving dish towel. He snorted and took a few steps to the shelves on his right and reached for the flour effortlessly. “Perhaps you should consider making this kitchen more… accessible for you”, the ginger poked fun at her and stepped away to avoid any attack that might come his way,

[chipstheshit]

“Perhaps you should consider not complaining while I’m making your dinner,” she shot back, glancing over her shoulder with a half suppressed smile to show she was just playing, “Besides, there’s not enough room to only store things on the lower shelves, and even if I could manage that, it’s nice having you rescue me every once and a while. As long as it’s on my terms, of course.” She was no damsel, that was for certain.

[92gremlin]

He lifted his hands, playfully surrendering to her and her power to feed him. Hux leaned against the end of the counter, crossing his ankles and arms to observe Chip use her natural talent. It was nice indeed to stay around as she cooked, to have light conversations about nothing in particular and just spend time with each other.

“Of course, of course. I wouldn’t dare to intervene without your consent, you have all kinds of sharp tools nearby”.

[chipstheshit]

“And I’ll use them, too,” she threatened teasingly, pointing the blade of a knife in his direction before returning to slicing fruit, “I’m very scary, you know.”

It wasn’t entirely true. Hux commanded rooms and turned lesser men into quivering children with a single glance or biting remark. Chip, on the other hand was small and rotund with large cheeks and wide eyes - the soft curves to Hux’s sharp angles. Except when she was angry, of course. Then anyone in her way should head for the hills, because where Hux had control, she was a wildfire destroying anything in her path.

“Would you rather have apple pie or apple crisp? I have the ingredients for either.”

[92gremlin]

continued // @chipstheshit

The attempt was successful, Hux surely didn’t want to be slapped with the waving dish towel. He snorted and took a few steps to the shelves on his right and reached for the flour effortlessly. “Perhaps you should consider making this kitchen more… accessible for you”, the ginger poked fun at her and stepped away to avoid any attack that might come his way,

[chipstheshit]

“Perhaps you should consider not complaining while I’m making your dinner,” she shot back, glancing over her shoulder with a half suppressed smile to show she was just playing, “Besides, there’s not enough room to only store things on the lower shelves, and even if I could manage that, it’s nice having you rescue me every once and a while. As long as it’s on my terms, of course.” She was no damsel, that was for certain.

[92gremlin]

“The food is not burnt - it’s slightly toasted!” - Chip (meme)

don’t remember which meme that is but hey, @chipstheshit <3

The scent suggested otherwise. “Is this the fashion of the house?”

[chipstheshit]

(It was the relationship meme, maybe?? The last one you posted at any rate 😂)

Chip drew herself up indignantly. She hadn’t burnt anything since she was a child. This was simply...overdarkened. By a lot.

“The fashion of the house,” she replied, waving a dish towel at Hux in an attempt to chase him away from the oven, “Is you getting the flour off the top shelf for me so I can restart.”

[general-ly-exhausted]

General Hux Aesthetic 

[chipstheshit]

What a Hux mood

[chipstheshit]

first-order-of-hux// "You," Hux said, pointing at the technician. "Walk with me." He turned and strode out of the room, knowing she'd follow.

Chip had no desire to go anywhere with General Hux, let alone down some dark hallway where he could easily murder her without anyone having a clue. All the same, she followed, head down and eyes trained on the floor.

“Yes, sir.”

Even as she walked (marched, really, as commanding officers in this infernal organization tended to expect) a thousand worries rushed through her mind. What if he had found out her true identity as a Resistance spy? She’d thought her transmissions were untraceable (there was no one as good with droid tech as Chip, after all), but Hux had found a way to achieve the impossible before. What if he planned to execute her? Or torture her? What if she wasn’t strong enough to withstand his torment and gave everything away, putting her friends in danger?

She was so wrapped up in her fears, that she didn’t notice when the man before her had stopped and nearly bumped into him. She leapt back, as if he’d burned her, and almost dropped one of the tools she was holding.

“S-sorry General Hux, sir.”

[first-order-of-hux]

Hux suspected someone was passing information to the Resistance. Once he’d narrowed down which department the spy worked in, he quickly pinpointed their identity. Her identity.

Executing her was the obvious response, but Hux decided against it. The First Order had been infiltrated and over run by cultists. Serving the whims of a power hungry dead man was not what Hux signed up for. Ren wouldn’t listen to anyone’s concerns and no one dared stand up.

Hux made a plan. He couls not allow Ren and Pryde to get away destroying the Order. His plan made him sick, but he had no other choice.

Turning to face the tech, he frowned at her. “You’re spying for the Resistance. ”

[chipstheshit]

Chip’s entire being went cold. If she’d been a woman of weaker constitution, she’d probably have fainted dead away then and there. As it was, she froze, save for her mouth which flopped open like a dead fish. She snapped it shut, only for it to fall open again. The process repeated itself several times before she finally found words.

“I - you must be mistaken, General!”

Her voice was a good bit calmer than she’d expected it to be - a testament to her training, perhaps, but more likely to the general sense of indignation that was her baseline emotion. Now that she was facing her worst fear, her self preservation instinct started to set in.

The General towered over her by almost a foot, and was certainly armed with at least a blaster. Chip had only a tool belt, the screw driver she was holding, and the wrench she’d dropped seconds earlier. Fighting wasn’t likely to work, if he didn’t buy her story. There were stomtroopers in either direction if she ran, not to mention that fact that each one of Hux’s strides was probably three of her own. Not a viable option. If it came down to it, she’d go down fighting, if only for the principal of the matter.

[first-order-of-hux]

Hux glanced at the tool she held, wondering if she would try to stab him. Maybe he should have been more tactful.

He snatched to screw driver from her grip, and turned it over in his hands, inspecting it as if were a weapon.

“Right. You’re going to need to have a better response than that next time someone accuses you.” He wrinkled his nose, annoyed she’d lasted so long without being found out earlier. She clearly was not a professional, just a desperate person taking a chance to help a cause she cared about.

He handed her tool back, along with a small data chip containing designs for the sith cruisers’ weapon systems. “Tell anyone where you got this from and I’ll kill you nyself.”

[chipstheshit]

Chip squeaked in surprise as Hux wrenched the tool from her hand, then glared up at the much taller man reproachfully. She should have known he’d notice her makeshift weapon…

Before she could reach for something else to defend herself with, Hux had surprised her again. It wasn’t until he handed her the data chip that his words clicked, and then it was a downright miracle that she didn’t drop everything in pure shock.

“I’m sorry what is going on?”

She really should be more careful addressing the general lest he shoot her, but all concern and decorum was thrown out the window in her state of shock. This despicable man, this monster who had committed horrific war crimes was helping the Resistance?

“Why?” She demanded, slipping the valuable information he’d given her into the inner pocket of her jumpsuit usually reserved for top secret schematics, “Why betray everything you’ve worked for?”

[first-order-of-hux]

Her question made him snap. “I would never…!” Cutting himself off before he raised his voice, he pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed slowly. He didn’t want to answer, but knew she would not help if she didn’t trust him. “This isn’t what I’ve worked for,” he said, gesturing vaguely. 

“Ren only cares about revenge and power. Pryde is leading a coup right under his nose, handing the entire First Order over to a cult of sith extremists. From what I’ve heard, they’re lead by a dictator who makes Snoke seem soft and Ren appear sane. No one will listen to reason, and I cannot allow them to win.” 

He clenched his fists and looked at Chip. “The Order is everything to me, I’ve sacrificed everything for it. I’d rather see it destroyed then corrupted and twisted by tyrants.”

[chipstheshit]

Chip stared up at Hux, her dark green eyes wide with surprise. She’d been watching him the whole time, but now she was truly looking at him, as if to see into his very soul. His reasoning was almost sound, though she doubted it was Ren’s lust for power that irked the General. It seemed to her that the true issue there was that it conflicted with his own desire for control of the Order. The bit about Pryde and his coup was interesting news, and could be useful to the Resistance. If Hux had more news like that, then this could be a fruitful partnership.

It wasn’t as if she had much choice in the matter of partnering with him. Now that she knew his secret, she either aided him or he killed her. She wasn’t so naive as to think she could negotiate a deal with a cold hearted bastard like General Hux.

“Alright,” she murmured to herself, shaking her head at the ground, “We’re really doing this. This is insane, but it’s happening.”

Gathering herself, she looked back at the General and gave a curt nod.

“Okay. This is...not how I thought my day would go when I woke up this morning, but I’m not complaining. Your secret’s safe with me, but a general meeting directly with a droid technian is going to raise questions, if anyone notices.”

[chipstheshit]

first-order-of-hux// "You," Hux said, pointing at the technician. "Walk with me." He turned and strode out of the room, knowing she'd follow.

Chip had no desire to go anywhere with General Hux, let alone down some dark hallway where he could easily murder her without anyone having a clue. All the same, she followed, head down and eyes trained on the floor.

“Yes, sir.”

Even as she walked (marched, really, as commanding officers in this infernal organization tended to expect) a thousand worries rushed through her mind. What if he had found out her true identity as a Resistance spy? She’d thought her transmissions were untraceable (there was no one as good with droid tech as Chip, after all), but Hux had found a way to achieve the impossible before. What if he planned to execute her? Or torture her? What if she wasn’t strong enough to withstand his torment and gave everything away, putting her friends in danger?

She was so wrapped up in her fears, that she didn’t notice when the man before her had stopped and nearly bumped into him. She leapt back, as if he’d burned her, and almost dropped one of the tools she was holding.

“S-sorry General Hux, sir.”

[first-order-of-hux]

Hux suspected someone was passing information to the Resistance. Once he'd narrowed down which department the spy worked in, he quickly pinpointed their identity. Her identity.

Executing her was the obvious response, but Hux decided against it. The First Order had been infiltrated and over run by cultists. Serving the whims of a power hungry dead man was not what Hux signed up for. Ren wouldn't listen to anyone's concerns and no one dared stand up.

Hux made a plan. He couls not allow Ren and Pryde to get away destroying the Order. His plan made him sick, but he had no other choice.

Turning to face the tech, he frowned at her. "You're spying for the Resistance. "

[chipstheshit]

Chip’s entire being went cold. If she’d been a woman of weaker constitution, she’d probably have fainted dead away then and there. As it was, she froze, save for her mouth which flopped open like a dead fish. She snapped it shut, only for it to fall open again. The process repeated itself several times before she finally found words.

“I - you must be mistaken, General!”

Her voice was a good bit calmer than she’d expected it to be - a testament to her training, perhaps, but more likely to the general sense of indignation that was her baseline emotion. Now that she was facing her worst fear, her self preservation instinct started to set in.

The General towered over her by almost a foot, and was certainly armed with at least a blaster. Chip had only a tool belt, the screw driver she was holding, and the wrench she’d dropped seconds earlier. Fighting wasn’t likely to work, if he didn’t buy her story. There were stomtroopers in either direction if she ran, not to mention that fact that each one of Hux’s strides was probably three of her own. Not a viable option. If it came down to it, she’d go down fighting, if only for the principal of the matter.

[first-order-of-hux]

Hux glanced at the tool she held, wondering if she would try to stab him. Maybe he should have been more tactful.

He snatched to screw driver from her grip, and turned it over in his hands, inspecting it as if were a weapon.

"Right. You're going to need to have a better response than that next time someone accuses you." He wrinkled his nose, annoyed she'd lasted so long without being found out earlier. She clearly was not a professional, just a desperate person taking a chance to help a cause she cared about.

He handed her tool back, along with a small data chip containing designs for the sith cruisers' weapon systems. "Tell anyone where you got this from and I'll kill you nyself."

[chipstheshit]

Chip squeaked in surprise as Hux wrenched the tool from her hand, then glared up at the much taller man reproachfully. She should have known he’d notice her makeshift weapon...

Before she could reach for something else to defend herself with, Hux had surprised her again. It wasn’t until he handed her the data chip that his words clicked, and then it was a downright miracle that she didn’t drop everything in pure shock.

“I’m sorry what is going on?”

She really should be more careful addressing the general lest he shoot her, but all concern and decorum was thrown out the window in her state of shock. This despicable man, this monster who had committed horrific war crimes was helping the Resistance?

“Why?” She demanded, slipping the valuable information he’d given her into the inner pocket of her jumpsuit usually reserved for top secret schematics, “Why betray everything you’ve worked for?”

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[chipstheshit]

first-order-of-hux// "You," Hux said, pointing at the technician. "Walk with me." He turned and strode out of the room, knowing she'd follow.

Chip had no desire to go anywhere with General Hux, let alone down some dark hallway where he could easily murder her without anyone having a clue. All the same, she followed, head down and eyes trained on the floor.

“Yes, sir.”

Even as she walked (marched, really, as commanding officers in this infernal organization tended to expect) a thousand worries rushed through her mind. What if he had found out her true identity as a Resistance spy? She’d thought her transmissions were untraceable (there was no one as good with droid tech as Chip, after all), but Hux had found a way to achieve the impossible before. What if he planned to execute her? Or torture her? What if she wasn’t strong enough to withstand his torment and gave everything away, putting her friends in danger?

She was so wrapped up in her fears, that she didn’t notice when the man before her had stopped and nearly bumped into him. She leapt back, as if he’d burned her, and almost dropped one of the tools she was holding.

“S-sorry General Hux, sir.”

[first-order-of-hux]

Hux suspected someone was passing information to the Resistance. Once he'd narrowed down which department the spy worked in, he quickly pinpointed their identity. Her identity.

Executing her was the obvious response, but Hux decided against it. The First Order had been infiltrated and over run by cultists. Serving the whims of a power hungry dead man was not what Hux signed up for. Ren wouldn't listen to anyone's concerns and no one dared stand up.

Hux made a plan. He couls not allow Ren and Pryde to get away destroying the Order. His plan made him sick, but he had no other choice.

Turning to face the tech, he frowned at her. "You're spying for the Resistance. "

[chipstheshit]

Chip’s entire being went cold. If she’d been a woman of weaker constitution, she’d probably have fainted dead away then and there. As it was, she froze, save for her mouth which flopped open like a dead fish. She snapped it shut, only for it to fall open again. The process repeated itself several times before she finally found words.

“I - you must be mistaken, General!”

Her voice was a good bit calmer than she’d expected it to be - a testament to her training, perhaps, but more likely to the general sense of indignation that was her baseline emotion. Now that she was facing her worst fear, her self preservation instinct started to set in.

The General towered over her by almost a foot, and was certainly armed with at least a blaster. Chip had only a tool belt, the screw driver she was holding, and the wrench she’d dropped seconds earlier. Fighting wasn’t likely to work, if he didn’t buy her story. There were stomtroopers in either direction if she ran, not to mention that fact that each one of Hux’s strides was probably three of her own. Not a viable option. If it came down to it, she’d go down fighting, if only for the principal of the matter.