[Under his helmet, in his armor, TX-701 is almost indistinguishable from any other stormtrooper. In black he stands out from the shock troops, but among pilots he is different in only the smallest ways. Slightly short, for a trooper. Slightly less broad, although the carefully regulated program of diet and exercise was changing that. Slightly more isolated, because even a singular force like the first order army wasn't beyond favoritism or ostracism.
He was the subject of both. His skills were of particular note, as a pilot and as a gunner he was far and above. He had overcome every obstacle, excelled in every exam. That, perhaps, might have been reason enough for the attention he received from General Hux. It hardly explained the attention from Kylo Ren, however, who had very little time for Stormtroopers and far too much, in most estimates, for him. That, and the fact that he was new, that he had no stories to tell and made no attempt to fraternize made him unpopular with the others. Not aggressively, they weren't suicidal, but there was a certain distance they kept from him. He didn't have a nickname. No one clasped their hands at his back or told him jokes or compared kill counts with him.
If it bothered him, it didn't show. There was no weakness in his back, no hesitation in his stride as he strode down the echoing hall. Alone, again, but no less faultlessly loyal, no less obedient. The voice at his back is familiar- more than, and it's instinct and practice and experience that has his step interrupted, coming to a stop and turning sharp on his heel towards the general, snapping off a perfect salute as he faces him, helmet polished to a shine and back straight. Falling into attention as if he had been waiting for the chance.]
General Hux, sir.
[It is both a greeting and an acknowledgement. Eager, for all his response is impersonal and sharp as a blade. He was special. That is what Kylo Ren had told him. If it was true (and it must be) he would prove worthy in the eyes of all those he served.]
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I'm so mad this tag is so good....
Date: 2016-01-28 06:58 am (UTC)He was the subject of both. His skills were of particular note, as a pilot and as a gunner he was far and above. He had overcome every obstacle, excelled in every exam. That, perhaps, might have been reason enough for the attention he received from General Hux. It hardly explained the attention from Kylo Ren, however, who had very little time for Stormtroopers and far too much, in most estimates, for him. That, and the fact that he was new, that he had no stories to tell and made no attempt to fraternize made him unpopular with the others. Not aggressively, they weren't suicidal, but there was a certain distance they kept from him. He didn't have a nickname. No one clasped their hands at his back or told him jokes or compared kill counts with him.
If it bothered him, it didn't show. There was no weakness in his back, no hesitation in his stride as he strode down the echoing hall. Alone, again, but no less faultlessly loyal, no less obedient. The voice at his back is familiar- more than, and it's instinct and practice and experience that has his step interrupted, coming to a stop and turning sharp on his heel towards the general, snapping off a perfect salute as he faces him, helmet polished to a shine and back straight. Falling into attention as if he had been waiting for the chance.]
General Hux, sir.
[It is both a greeting and an acknowledgement. Eager, for all his response is impersonal and sharp as a blade. He was special. That is what Kylo Ren had told him. If it was true (and it must be) he would prove worthy in the eyes of all those he served.]