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[thestarkillcr-a]

“General Hux. Flattering that you made time in your schedule for me.” The man who calls himself Director Maru rises, hands folded behind his back, from his dinner chair. The general is precisely on time, as expected; the director had simply taken precautions to be all the earlier himself. “I take it you are interested in discussing the Starkiller project---?" 

As coworkers, he wants to ask as well, and not as brothers? But those are dangerous words to say aloud. “All information regarding the project is, of course, at your disposal.”

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[ltdophmitaka]

Unspoken

Dopheld walked with purpose to General Hux’s room, ignoring the whispers of his fellow lieutenants as he walked by. He had to hurry, he needed these in fifteen minutes, which really meant he would be irritated if they didn’t come in about ten. 

Although he was full of urgency, he couldn’t help but stop at a mirror and check his hair and make sure that his uniform was perfectly crisp before stepping into Hux’s work area.

“Sir.” he spoke quietly. “I have the documents you requested, is there anything else you would like from me?” He looked the man over, judging his state of being. Was he stressed? Did he have a proper night’s sleep?

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“General, sir. I have completed the task you have assigned me. We have successfully located the droid and are making preparations to capture it.” He spoke with his arms clasped firmly behind his back. 

“Is there anything else you would like me to do, sir.”

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[ Honestly, you're such a great Hux and I love the way you've written him it's A+++ tbh also god damn your blog theme is on point. ]

for the end of 2016, tell me something ( anon or not ) that you’ve been wanting to say.

off duty. ty ty!! we haven’t been following one another for long, but i’ve enjoyed talking to you thus far, and you’re an absolute sweetheart. it’s always so good to see other hux blogs on the dash, and i’m looking forward to watching yours!! <3

[lightsundered]

so i’m gonna be at work all day but merry christmas losers! this is one of @warfcrged​ ‘s presents but i decided to post it bc kylo’s face made me laugh. he’s wearing his hat wrong and the poof blew into his face. he doesn’t like the poof. also hux has better fashion sense than him rip

[lightsundered]

❝ The morons will pretend to be geniuses while the geniuses will inevitably shatter the illusion. ❞

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   For as long as Ren has known him, Hux has been forged of carefully set speech, fabricated on his tongue to be almost poetic in execution. There is no exception as he speaks to the knight now, however, where there is usually a formal apathy, his timbre is clipped now - frustrated, perhaps a bit fearful. The resistance has just gained another advantage on them, and the General muses his displeasure in the form of verbal malice, one that Ren cannot help but be empathetic to. 

   “Their victory will be a short and curtly lived one. They are merely a setback in our forward progress. They will not best us again, General.”

[lightsundered]

❛ suck my ass. ❜ {biTCH YOU THOUGHT}

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   “…That particular feat sounds to be more up Hux’s ally than my own.”

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   Honestly, he has been working long enough.

   The liquid amber of Ren’s irises flit down towards his chronometer, which reads at 0300 hours now. Hux had insisted that he would only be a few minutes more, but that was two hours ago. A sigh, melodramatic in construct, heaves the weight of broad shoulders as he stands, swiftly, and pads barefoot across the cool tiles, polished immaculately; glossy, even in the dim starlight. He navigates the General’s quarters as easily as he breathes, for they have become his second home, and in a feline movement - sleek and impish -  he nudges his way into his company’s office, the artificial florescents that illuminate the room spilling out into the hallway as Ren slinks inside.

   “It’s been longer than just a few minutes. Just thought I should let you know.” His timbre is tangible with impatience, accented by a pitch of sarcasm as he makes to use Hux’s prior assurance against him. His remark is made with no real malice, though. It is more like a pouting adolescent who will only relent once they get their way. 

   Besides, Hux had promised him he’d be along soon, and the bed was cold without him there.