[ His words seem to hang between them, louder in the empty hall and magnified by the lack of their steps. Hux recognizes that this is a pressure point. Not necessarily for TX-701, but for the troopers in general. Who to answer to? The General with his military backing, his status, or to the Jedi Hunter, Force-user, unknown in rank but somehow equal? He knows too, that most, if not all, will choose based on fear alone. On which consequences they'd rather not face.
It's a survival response, one that is simultaneously beneficial and frustrating.
However, as the time between his question and the answer extends, he wonders what exactly is going on behind the helmet. Was this so difficult? He's getting something of a start in the next moment, words coming out painful, breathing sharp and loud even with the muffled mask. Very suddenly, TX-701 lurches, sways forward and then back. Before he has a chance to reach out and steady him, there's the crash as his trooper bodily hits the floor. Shock registers somewhere in his mind, but he's long practiced in attending to that at a later time. Calmly, he bends down to check for a pulse (weak) before striding over to the closest comm port and getting medical scrambling up here ten minutes ago.
Something like worry gnaws at him; to acknowledge it would be weak, so he doesn't. And simply waits. ]
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are you some kind of ring wraith
Date: 2016-02-06 09:44 am (UTC)It's a survival response, one that is simultaneously beneficial and frustrating.
However, as the time between his question and the answer extends, he wonders what exactly is going on behind the helmet. Was this so difficult? He's getting something of a start in the next moment, words coming out painful, breathing sharp and loud even with the muffled mask. Very suddenly, TX-701 lurches, sways forward and then back. Before he has a chance to reach out and steady him, there's the crash as his trooper bodily hits the floor. Shock registers somewhere in his mind, but he's long practiced in attending to that at a later time. Calmly, he bends down to check for a pulse (weak) before striding over to the closest comm port and getting medical scrambling up here ten minutes ago.
Something like worry gnaws at him; to acknowledge it would be weak, so he doesn't. And simply waits. ]