[ It's all falling to pieces and Hux can feel parts of himself going along with the planet. As the ground heaves underneath their feet, he shudders, stomach doing flips. Anxiety is high, anger even moreso. And underneath of it all, a self disgust. A despairing part of himself wants to stand amidst the chaos, to scream out his failure and let the planet consume him alongside itself.
Generals go down with their ships, typically. Isn't that so?
Only he can't. No, won't. This is a bitter pill to swallow, especially on the heels of such enormous triumph. The galaxy was one step closer to perfect order. To solutions. To an end of war, struggle, poverty. What the New Republic had left in its wake with its extravagance and inaction. Giving up now, when the fight was half won, it would be weakness. So as Snoke gives his order to find Kylo Ren, Hux lets the numbing sensation of shock wash over him, expression eerily placid. He's near by the wayward Force user, his tracking device indicating distance in closer and closer increments.
A particularly violent shiver of the earth ripples through and he clutches to a nearby tree, steadying only long enough to get his legs underneath him again. Glancing up, he sees him. The Jedi Killer– for once, Hux is relieved to see him. He stands out stark against the white and grey of the forest, dripping blood and cutting an intimidating silhouette even through his injured state. Hurrying, he snaps out orders to nearby troopers over his comm; target acquired, prepare ship for immediate take off and for gods sake alert medical on board the Finalizer.
Long strides take him to Kylo Ren's side, where he immediately offers a shoulder to lean on. ]
Let's go, just up here. Stay with us or the shock will set in too deeply.
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Generals go down with their ships, typically. Isn't that so?
Only he can't. No, won't. This is a bitter pill to swallow, especially on the heels of such enormous triumph. The galaxy was one step closer to perfect order. To solutions. To an end of war, struggle, poverty. What the New Republic had left in its wake with its extravagance and inaction. Giving up now, when the fight was half won, it would be weakness. So as Snoke gives his order to find Kylo Ren, Hux lets the numbing sensation of shock wash over him, expression eerily placid. He's near by the wayward Force user, his tracking device indicating distance in closer and closer increments.
A particularly violent shiver of the earth ripples through and he clutches to a nearby tree, steadying only long enough to get his legs underneath him again. Glancing up, he sees him. The Jedi Killer– for once, Hux is relieved to see him. He stands out stark against the white and grey of the forest, dripping blood and cutting an intimidating silhouette even through his injured state. Hurrying, he snaps out orders to nearby troopers over his comm; target acquired, prepare ship for immediate take off and for gods sake alert medical on board the Finalizer.
Long strides take him to Kylo Ren's side, where he immediately offers a shoulder to lean on. ]
Let's go, just up here. Stay with us or the shock will set in too deeply.