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Sharp breaths left Thanisson as he tredged down the halls. His face was flushed and his hair in an unsually frazzled state. When finally he faced the general, he ran a hand through his hair to tidy it before standing at attention.
“Sorry to bother you, General Hux, sir. There seems to be a mix-up in communications. I’ve reported to six different stations in the past hour. Each one told me I was needed elsewhere, until the last told me to inquire with you.”
A degree of chaos was to be expected after the losses the First Order had suffered. He knew better than to expect a smooth recovery, but when he couldn’t even find his duties in order to perform them, that was a disgrace. The question remained as to whether he would be blamed for incompetancy himself or if the source of the miscommunication would be found. He certainly knew which would be easiest, but he wouldn’t dare to think the Order had fallen so far even in its current state.















