#resistcre

[darthdescent]

@resistcre​

“DO NOT THINK this means you’ve WON, Rebel pilot.” He spits the word out in disgust. “You will fall...as will everything around you.” He talks of destruction so easily. “Care to watch with me ??”

[finaldisorder]

@resistcre​​ former general hugs reporting for duty, sir

ripping the badges from his uniform was both a liberating and horrifying experience for Hux. shedding the uniform entirely and donning some sort of common casual attire was very near demeaning for the military official-- but he had persevered and overcome far more trying tribulations in the past (and present). looser fitted cargo pants and an ill-fitted pull-over were the least of his problems. the stubble that began to grow on his jaw itched, and his spacer-white skin felt irritated by natural light as opposed to the bright lights upon ships. 

but it was still nothing in comparison to the company he kept now.

Hux knew the transition from enemy to ally wasn’t going to be easy. yes, he had fed them valuable information from the First Order personally, but that didn’t mean much, considering what he’d already done and been a part of. he betrayed his very livelihood, and turned his back on the First Order due to many reasons-- reasons that would remain his own business until the end. Hux expected dirty glares from Resistance members. he expected wide berths of those walking past and he even expected the spit insults - whether behind his back, or to his face. he expected to be as lonely as he had always been. but not only was he lonely now, his position at the bottom of the chain again was very reminiscent of his childhood.

the redhead is almost thankful for the footfalls that pull him from his thoughts, but when he flicks his gaze away from the treeline and to the individual approaching, he rather wishes the planet would just swallow him whole. his military upbringing forces him to stand, out of respect for superior officers, though he opts for taking a stand-easy as opposed to taking attention. really, he just doesn’t think they’re as formal as he’s accustomed to. it isn’t out of disrespect at all. at least that’s what he’d make others believe. 

“ Sir, ” he clips, not even bothering to hide the distaste in his features. he refuses to use Dameron’s appropriate rank or title. Hux still had his dignity after all. “ Is there something I can do for you? ” each word is bitten. almost growled. he really just wants to be left alone, but that was nigh impossible with Dameron flitting about. Hux needs time to adjust. he hasn’t been given such freedom in... all his life.