#firstordergeneral

[mvltis]

@first-order-general​:  Hux stands at the doorway, silhouetted by the light from outside. "I did it," he says, in a hushed voice. "I left." Trying to speak loudly enough to wake Ben, if he's sleeping, but not loudly enough to attract attention. "Are you awake?" he asks, his voice shaking a little bit. "We need to go." He steps into the room, and Ben can see that his lip is bleeding.

          The words stir him, his eyes opening as he lifts his head. He hasn’t been asleep really, only lightly resting here and there, fitful rests that have happened ever since Hux hadn’t come back. Slowly, he lifts up at the words, looking over at Hux and breathing out shakily. “ ---go? ” Nidge is here at the camp, he knows, but at the same time --- well. Ben stands, and his eyes sweep straight to his lip, only to grab at him and pull him close, his eyes darkening. “ ---- I’ll kill him. ” Or at the very least, beat him to damn near death.

[holonetnews]

HUX CRACKS DOWN ON ACCUSATIONS OF EXCESSIVE PROMOTION IN THE FIRST ORDER. 

“That’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works.... @first-order-general”

[piloetmoved]

@first-order-general​​   said   ❛  𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ? ❜ 

›     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑    𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒   :   𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐎𝐅     𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

poe      in     a     casual     manner    shrugs   ,       ❛   --------     maybe    you’re   𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞  ,   general.        ❜   lips   curl   upwards    ,    hiding   behind   a   smirk.   there   was   some  element   of    t r u t h     but    he    kept    it    close    to    his    vest   ,    and   wasn’t   planning  to    give    anything    away.     this    new-found   alliance    was    like    stepping   in  UNKNOWN   TERRITORY    ,    poe   didn’t   know   what   to   expect.  𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦  ?  is   he   still   the   bad   guy ?    underneath   there    was  overwhelming  amount   of questions he’d    like   to   ask   but   for   now    he’ll  settle  for     one   ❛    if    the    situation    were    reversed   ,     would   you     have   done   the  same   thing ?    ❜ 

[ciicatrice]

@first-order-general​ sent:  Look at you. No wonder you wear that mask.

     “ are you insinuating something hux? if you are, you should just tell me to my face, not with petty insults. ”

[afaroffadventure-aa]

@first-order-general​  liked for a morning after thing !!

“We’ve clearly proved that we can get along--”  Though Ben wasn’t sure that sleeping together instead of sassing the General was his best plan and perhaps he was a fool for missing his company, but Ben believed he was one of the only people in the galaxy who understood just what Snoke was like.

“--we should have our own meetings...like this, more often.”

[darthdescent]

@first-order-general​

“Do you think it WISE to question me, General ??”

[darthtryhard]

A new galaxy

@first-order-general 

The world was a blur of medical droid beeps and foggy voices, manhandled, fought over, his fate a dissociated dream, out of his control. Eventually there was silence, drifting in and out of consciousness until finally, everything swam into a dim focus. 

The hum of the containment shielding. A cold, creaking metal bed frame with a thin mattress. 

Slowly, like needles as a sleeping limb slowly gets it’s feeling back, he could feel it. Two stood a little ways away- guards, perhaps, judging by the unease in the air, but there, closer... a familiar- too familiar presence...

He turned his head, catching dim sight of red hair.  A delayed reaction before a sudden, croak of laughter bubbled up in him.

[ciicatrice-a]

          it’s been a long cycle, there’s no doubt about it. his eyes have bags, though he knows hux has it worse. his shoulders are sore, his body feels heavy. every inch of him screams with a stress so intense that his steps are even off balance. he doesn’t even pay attention where he goes. kylo hasn’t eaten, hasn’t really had anything to drink. when he enters his chambers, he peels off his helmet and drops it with a loud thud --- he’s supposed to have gone to a debriefing after the mission, but he doesn’t care to even do it. instead, he continues to peel off clothes, until he’s down to a minimal layer, shorts and ... nothing else. shorts. a stagger to his steps, he makes it to the bed, and feels his legs finally give, his face hitting a pillow as he collapses onto it, breathing hard, ragged. he’d pushed himself too far this time, more than usual. he’ll deal with it later.

@first-order-general​ @tclkfirst​ did u order darkgingerpilot