You Know Where I’ll Be: Part 2
Part 1
“Good evening, love. How was your day?” Armitage asked you as he walked through the door. He placed his coat on the coat rack before giving you a small kiss on the cheek.
“It was great--I got a lot done around here. How about you, how was your day? Anything interesting happen?” You had asked him, discarding your empty tea cup into the sink to be washed later. His muscles stiffened and a breath caught in his throat. Swallowing a lump, he replied with a simple, “ Same old stuff, so no.”
You nodded, acknowledging his hesitation and leaning against the counter. Armitage shrugged off his boots, leaving them beside the door and made his way into the apartment to get changed out of his uniform. Quietly, you opened the fridge, pulling out some food to make dinner for the both of you.
“I’ll cook tonight. You just relax,” he said, giving you a smile before shooing you out of the kitchen. Smiling, you sat on the black leather couch, pulling out your personal data pad and just scrolling through the daily feed. In this feed, you were able to see the happenings of the First Order, what others were up to, and if there were any news that would be important to share with the rest of those living and working on the Finalizer.
“How was your meeting? Did it go well?” You asked suddenly. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board continued as he replied.
“It went well, although there were things that I didn’t agree with that were made as final decisions,” he explained. You quirked an eyebrow as you continued scrolling through the feed, not paying any mind to what was appearing before you on the screen.
“Like what?” You asked. Hux just continued chopping and prepping the small components of the meal.
“Well, in a sense I have to now deal with Ren on a daily basis, which is preposterous!” He exclaimed, causing a small chuckle to come from your mouth. “It’s not funny! What makes it worse is that I’m expected to work alongside him and that we need to meet a mutual agreement before making a decision. Luckily Phasma should be there to balance it out.”
“So you’re going to be working more closely with Phasma too?” You quizzed as you placed your data pad down and looked to the ginger. He slid the contents that were on the cutting board into a clear glass bowl before turning to the stove and placing a pot of water onto it.
“Yeah. I don’t know why everything is changing--it has me slightly confused,” he stated honestly. Nodding, you grabbed your data pad again and scrolled deeper into the thread.
“I’m sure that it will all work out, hon,” you began, “it always does.”
“I hope so.”
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A week later, you were sitting at your desk, organizing the mess that had accumulated over the past few days. Lately, you’ve been getting more and more receipts for miscellaneous items that seemed to be in abundance on the ship. It made you wonder if it had to do with the plans for mass homicide across the galaxy. Were these items preparations for the plans, or were these items just a sham so that you wouldn’t think anything suspicious? You filed away these documents in the proper place, along with the many pens that got lost in the stacks of papers
Once the mess was controlled, you stood, shoving your chair back and stretching your legs. Your shift was just about over so you gathered your personal items and pushed in the cushioned rolling chair into its spot before exiting the room. Today was one of your late shifts in which you got out of work when most others were at home for the night. You had always enjoyed these nights due to the emptiness that flooded the hallways.
Your footsteps echoed off the walls as you made the decision to see if Armitage was off of work yet. Making a right turn down the hallway you headed to his office.
Once arriving to his private office, you noticed that he was nowhere to be seen. The horizon behind his desk seemed to stretch forever. The galaxy had always fascinated you.
You approached his desk quietly, looking for any signs of his presence. The only thing that seemed out of place was the data pad that was laid on the desk, along with a note from Tony, the tech guy in charge of fixing such items.
It’s all fixed for you General.
“What a dork,” you mumbled to yourself. Suddenly, the screen turned on, revealing a message that was meant for the lovable ginger. You looked at the screen, reading over the text carefully and having your jaw drop in surprise. Instantly, your heart broke and you made your way out of the room quickly and orderly, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You felt hurt and betrayal as you wandered down the hallway, staring at the ground as you strode.
‘This is far crazier that I first thought,’ your mind said. It felt as though your heart would burst through your chest at any moment and you knew only one thing--you had to escape.
