#allegient general pryde

[enkisstories]

I can't tell whether they have gotten called to the principal's office, lined up for class picture day or for their execution.

[irrationalgame]

He’s meditating guys

He’s died

[avercado5]

[not-so-allegiant-general]

"Congratulations." said Pryde.

"Thank you" Hux nodded curtly.

Pryde walked away and other officers proceeded with their condolences because of Brendol's Hux death.

[piecesofeden11]

It's June! So ...

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It this something? I may be sleep deprived 🙈 anyways! Happy Pr(y)ide, my lovelies! 💜

[ipomegranatexx]

holy shit Hux/Pryde trope is kinda ↗️📈📈📈🥵

[tomatette]

[hotonhoth]

Aftercare or perhaps a reward?

Imperial officers as caregivers, giving rewards, punishments, and aftercare.

NSFW

D/s relationships

18+ only please

So I did one about punishment, but how do the imperial and fo officers deliver some much needed aftercare or perhaps a reward?

TARKIN

The Grand Moff is a busy man, under a lot of stress, but he will always have time to make his inferior little slut feel better after a harsh cropping. After rubbing your sore behind and giving you a kiss on each cheek, he will order some pudding, and you can work on a desk nearby. Sitting down is mandatory.

KRENNIC

He will tell you how well you handled all those spankies, and what a good little darling you are. He'll hold you in his lap and take his gloves off to collect any tears rolling down your cheeks.

MEERO

After helping her place her belt back, she will stroke your hair, then kiss you all over. And I mean, kisses everywhere. On the desk and open wide, little one.

THRAWN

He'll admire his work, the marks all over your bottom, left from his whip. The Grand Admiral loves to see pleasure as much as he does pain, and will watch you as he licks or sucks you out. Then it is your turn to pleasure him until his cum is all over you. He takes you to a hot shower, and washes you head to toe.

PRYCE

Governor Pryce leads you to the bed gently, nipple clamps on. She is more than happy to go down on you as she loves quick results. By now you have been teased to the point of bursting. Afterwards, she will massage you all over in fragrant oils until you fall asleep.

KALLUS

The Lasan timber has very little pliability, but because you took your punishment so well, he will tease you no more. He will hold you in his lap at his desk and will fuck you until you cum however you like. Afterwards he will stroke your hair and sore bottom.

SLOANE

Once the ropes fall off, Rae Sloane will gently rub over the marks left, then gently kiss you on the shoulders, then up the neck, until meeting your lips. She will spoon you in her bed, and tells you how safe you are.

VEERS

General Veers loves to pamper his princess and takes care of his property. The fluffy collar comes off, and then the cuffs. He draws you a bubble bath, and shampoos your hair. Did you learn your lesson, cupcake?

GIDEON

Moff Gideon makes sure to have his way with you. He reminds you how lucky a whore you are and you nod, cum dripping from every hole. He removes the spreader bar and then carries you to his bed, where he cleans you up with a warm flannel, then tucks you into a blanket. Who do you belong to? That's right. Moff Gideon.

HUX

Hux is very thorough. He strokes where the heart shaped lashes are brandished on your bottom. Gloves on. He will feel how wet you are for him. Hux wants nothing more than to give you your reward. Over his ice blue sofa, he fucks you slowly. He cuddles you afterwards, whispering in your ear what a good pet you are.

ALLEGIANT GENERAL PRYDE

Pryde will have kind words with you after you took your punishment well. "There there, hush, that wasn't so bad was it my dove? Are you going to be good from now on?" Two soft pats to your bottom, and back to work.

[cassettoicecream]

Before the Supreme Leader

Canine and human version of this

(Kylo Ren's outfit was a such pain in the neck to draw, as the character himself, why he can't wear an uniform like everyone else?)

[enkisstories]

A milestone in the digital trading card game: Not my first Legendary tier card, but the first with one of my collection focus characters.

Enric is in my B-league. I first go for any Hux, Poe, Finn, Rose and BB-8 and afterwards try to get any Rey, Kylo, Pryde, Holdo, BB-9E, Griss, Kandia, Quinn and Boolio.

[saphronethaleph]

Pushmi Pullyu

“Allegiant General,” one of the bridge officers reported. “We’re detecting a small force of capital ships entering the area, through the safe corridor… they’re deploying now.”

“Small?” Pryde asked. “Small by what comparison? This fleet is one thousand and eighty strong, I think anything is small by that measure. Give me numbers!”

“Twenty-four capital ships,” the bridge officer replied. “They’re… the warbook is showing them as Starhawk class.”

“Starhawks,” Pryde muttered. “Thirty years out of date. Do they have any escorts?”

“Fighters only,” the bridge officer replied – Pryde couldn’t remember his name, and frankly he didn’t much care. “They’re maintaining a close formation and altitude, our primary guns can’t target them.”

Pryde smirked. “Then we’ll show them how much we don’t need our primary guns,” he said. “Ready the turbolasers!”

“We’re outside normal effective range, Sir,” his flag captain warned. “It’ll take time to batter down their shields, but we can do it.”

“Then advance to range, of course,” Pryde said. “Don’t let them get away, Captain.

“I’m reading a power surge, sir,” the bridge officer – Trach, that was his name – reported. “It looks like they’re firing up their main batteries?”

The whole of the Steadfast lurched, and Pryde staggered. The initial turbolaser volley missed entirely, none of the targeting systems ready for when the ship suddenly jolted by fifteen degrees.

Then there was an almighty crunch, and Pryde stared out the window.

Because the front of his ship had just been torn off.

“What just happened?” he demanded.

“It… it’s their tractor beams,” Trach said, and Pryde turned his attention left and right. Other Final Order ships were being torn to pieces, ripped apart or crumpled by the intense power of the tractor beam arrays being used by the Starhawks, and Pryde tried to focus.

Tried to think.

How was this happening? The New Republic couldn’t be this-

Then he watched as the front of his ship was launched by three Starhawk tractor beams right through the Sutta, causing a massive secondary explosion which gutted the Star Destroyer entirely, and something about that sight – besides the incredible contempt that it was displaying – made him realize something.

The Starhawks were operating in groups. Squadrons.

The Xyston-class had been equipped with upgraded shields, he knew that much… but, now that he thought about it, the original Starhawk’s one battle with an operational tractor array had seen it throwing around a Star Destroyer without significant difficulty and from outside conventional turbolaser range… through its shields.

And, yes, the Final Order’s battleships had had their shields upgraded so that a Starhawk couldn’t do that, but they hadn’t been upgraded to be literally three times too dense to let a Starhawk do that.

It was… humiliating. Intolerable. Decades of Imperial engineering and toil had been entirely circumvented by the simple expedient of the New Republic using more than one ship on the same Imperial ship.

There was another huge secondary explosion, this time on the Yarmosa, and Pryde’s eyes snapped to the main tac plot.

The Starhawks were using the forward part of his line as ammunition. Tearing off chunks of Xyston-class Star Destroyers, and his own Resurgent-class,and then flinging them right through other Imperial ships… aiming, by the looks of it, for the axial superlasers.

“All ships, full speed,” he said. “All ships that can still move, full speed! We need to close the distance, there’s not that many of them!”

The Steadfast jolted again, and someone shouted in fear from the engineering station.

“Quiet!” he shouted. “You are an officer of-”

“Reactor shutdown!” the engineer said, and Pryce paled.

Because the repulsorlift systems were powering down. He could feel it, feel the odd floating sensation of free fall – and knew what would happen at the far end.

Which would take, based on their altitude, about fifteen seconds.

“Commander, that one’s starting to rotate,” Syndulla said, tapping one of the Star Destroyers on her display board, and a few seconds later the Yavin, Galaan and Noctu shifted the focus of their beams. The indicated Star Destroyer shivered, surrounded by shield scatter as it tried and failed to hold off the assault, then all three Starhawks shoved in a synchronized manoeuvre and forced the targeted Star Destroyer back to crash into one of its fellows.

“Echelon four, shifting targets,” the force commander reported. “That one on the right suffered shield failure.”

“They’re getting lined up,” Syndulla noted. “There – Echelon two, Echelon three, push one into that knot of capital ships there, you should do significant extra damage.”

All six ships followed her commands, and Syndulla shook her head.

“For some reason, the Empire always assumes that everyone’s terrified of them,” she said. “You’d think they’d have learned otherwise… did they think the Starhawks evaporated?”

“I think they’re technically not Imperials any more,” Ezra pointed out.

Hera snorted.

“Yeah, but they’ll always be the same to me,” she said. “Echelon five, retask – that one looks like a command ship…”

Entirely separately to all that, of course, there was a rather wonderful irony in using a ship built around a single very powerful central weapon to defeat the Final Order.

The Empire had spent decades and untold billions of credits trying to make a superweapon starship work. And the New Republic had done it in months.

It was enough to make a girl feel proud.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Another stranded Hux and Pryde bc what's better then that??

Pryde took a step back, his eyes wide open as the sharpened stick he held fell to the ground.

Hux groaned in pain and shoved the body of the wild beast off of himself. He coughed out blood, dragging himself up. With a knife in one hand and a sharpened stick in the other. He knelt, wiping his face and looking at Pryde, who was still frozen in place. Hux snorted and stood up.

"If I hunt, you cook." He stated and offered Pryde a knife. Before the older man could grab it, Hux dropped it and walked around him.

Pryde was too stunned to react; he just looked at the knife on the ground and then at the dead animal. He turned around to look at Hux, who was washing his face in the stream.

Something had awoken in Pryde that day, and he hated that more than anything else in his life.

[kyluxtrashpit]

Blorbo prompt from @kylosbreedingkink sent to me on discord. Kylo is a twitcher, aka obsessive bird watcher. The kind of people who just get on a flight to Poland because a rare migrant showed up. He has a life list and he will use the full resources of the FO to add to it

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“We need to go to Galamia,” Kylo said, his tone brokering no arguments.

“But sir,” Pryde began, clearly choosing his words carefully, “that system is cycles away. If we go now, surely-“

The air thickened with the Force, a threat at Pryde’s neck cutting him off. “Allegiant General, are you questioning my orders?”

“No, no, of course not, Supreme Leader. May I ask what the objective is?” Pryde, to his credit, did not reach for his throat or even try to adjust his collar.

Kylo relaxed the Force. “Have you heard of the stripe-breasted sparrowhawk of the Outer Rim?”

Pryde shook his head, so Kylo continued, “It was only described a handful of times, the location of their planet lost. Some thought it was merely a myth, a fanciful tale intended to make a fool of those who tried to find it. No one has been able to confirm their existence in over one hundred years. But I have information that suggests Galamia is this lost planet. An underdeveloped world, a place where they could easily go undocumented for over a century. I must see for myself if this information is accurate.”

Pryde managed to control his expression and largely hide his resignation - Kylo was somewhat impressed by that. “Of course, sir. We will set course immediately.”

He left, then, presumably to do as ordered. Kylo was pleased. Having the First Order’s resources at his beck and call had really assisted with his life list. He’d crossed so many species off of it, travelling to all sorts of remote regions to see rare and hard to document birds. Now he was possibly going to see a species that no one alive ever had, a bird many weren’t even sure was real. He’d always believed, though, and since taking the mantle of Supreme Leader, he’d had agents scouring the galaxy for information on it. And now he just may have found it.

Kylo smiled to himself as he felt the ship jump to hyperdrive. The First Order was his to use as he wished and he was going to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. Soon. Soon he would see the stripe-breasted sparrowhawk with his own eyes, no matter how many planets they had to travel to or how far out they were.

[hux-and-gay]

Kylux Short Shorts Fest 2024: Day 3: Fear

Always Love You

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Pls reblog I don’t have A03 yet.

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Warning: Rey is dead, Canon divergence, Major character death (Temporary), graphic depictions of gore

I cried while writing this 😁

Kylo stumbled up from the cold floor. Palpatine, or rather his clone, was dead, but his darkness still hung over exegol and was like a heavy weight pressing against his chest. He took a moment to get his bearings. His injuries from the previous fight were healed, but he still felt disoriented. As if waking up from a deep sleep. He looked back at Rey’s body, glassy eyes staring up at the sky above her. He couldn’t bring himself to touch her. Part of himself felt guilty, she was dead because she saved him. He hadn’t asked for that. Though he hadn’t really had the ability to turn down the offer, so it wasn’t really his fault if she died in the process. She had kissed him, it felt wrong, like betrayal. He tried to shake away the dilemma, honestly it wasn’t surprising. She had always been bent on saving him, or what she assumed saving him was. Apparently more so than preserving her own life. That didn’t make sense to him, but not much made sense to him at the moment. 

He realized he hadn’t contacted the order in a while. He had silenced his comelink on his way to exegol, and he now realized he had no clue what was happening. He pulled out the com from his tunic, luckily it wasn’t busted, but as soon as he switched it on, he was bombarded with messages. Reports of casualties, ship losses. Everything had gone to hell. Then finally he got to the oldest sent message, from allegiant general Pryde. 

“Supreme Leader Ren, our mission to locate the resistance spy has proved most fruitful. The traitor was none other than General Hux. I am pleased  to inform you that he has been dealt with and has been brought to the brig for termination. I will handle it personally and see to it that any information he has shared with the resistance will be brought to your attention.”

Kylo froze, his heart skipped a beat. Hux was the spy? Hux was being terminated?! He wasn’t sure which one he should care about more, but he was instantly filled with dread. He’s mind ran back to the last moment they shared with one another. They had argued. Hux had thrown the engagement ring to the floor. The last words Kylo had said to Hux played back over and over again and his mind. “I will never love you again.” He couldn’t believe it. How could he have said something so stupid? So false? Could he have pushed him to betray the order? No, the order was Hux’s life, more so than it was Ren’s. there must have been an explanation. He needed to find him, he needed him to be okay. But the message had been sent hours ago, and even if Pryde hadn't killed him, the messages of countless casualties didn’t seem very promising. He reached out through, sensing for any form of life form , but Palpatine's darkness clouded everything and his senses were still foggy. He retracted his footsteps. Rushing back through the temple. Once he exited, he saw the rubble of 1000 ships littering the surface of the planet, some debris still crashing through the atmosphere like hundreds of tiny meteors. 

The order had lost. Everything and everyone was gone. Kylo didn’t feel any particular regret about it. Towards the end of the war, he had forgotten exactly what he had been fighting for. He had always planned to create a new order, something better, something that would protect every citizen, something that he and Hux could rule together side-by-side. He tried to bury the fantasies in the back of his mind. He needed to focus on the present right now. dwelling on what could’ve been or could be, wasn’t going to help anything. He tried reaching out again. His senses still felt dampened but now he was out of the temple he could push past the murky darkness just a little. But a little wasn’t enough, all he sensed was death and hopelessness. 

Then it hit him. Hux had been right. If he hadn’t gone chasing the sith way finder, if he hadn’t made the deal with Palpatine, none of this would have happened. It had been for himself. He had abandoned the order. But he couldn’t abandon Hux. He pulled out his comlink again searching for any record of prisoner termination. There was nothing. He skimmed through messages searching through ship records. He found what he was looking for. The Supremacy was amongst the lost ships, it was somewhere crashed on the surface, he just had to find it, and hope that the impact hadn’t destroyed it and everyone inside. He ran frantically around the surface of the planet. Telling himself that the force would guide him, but he knew he was just thrashing around in the dark like a mad man. He didn’t know how much time he had, or if he even had any time at all. 

Finally after what seemed like an eternity of searching he came across the Supremacy, or what was left of it. It had been split down the middle and was slowly sinking into the planet's surface. It was so crushed and mangled he couldn’t tell which half was which. He chose one stumbling through the dark hallways, tripping over lose wires dodging dislodged beams, trying not to look at the bodies of the troopers that lay on the floors. He ducked through a doenwed cealing squeezing his way through a small passageway, and he found himself on the bridge. It had collapsed into a lower hallway. He’d gone the wrong way. He went to turn around and go back but he hesitated taking in the destruction. Burnt, charred bodies laid out on warped transpresteel, one decapitated. Because the bridge had collapsed the floor was at an angle, all of the debris both organic and inorganic, had piled into one mangled mess by the door. Strewn atop the viscus pile, was a body so ruined Kylo couldn’t discern who it was aside from the uniform. A charcoal gray, much darker than that of a typical officer. Only Two people on the bridge would have worn such a color and style, and he knew it was not Hux. Which only meant one thing. It was Enric Pryde. 

Rage filled his body. He picked of Pryde’s corpse with the force. “You monster! You’ll pay!” He screamed into the silence, knowing no one could hear him, and there was nothing he could do to Pryde anymore. He squeezed his hand into a fist anger coursing through his veins filling every inch of his body. The copse compressed with his fist. He squeezed Pryde’s head so tightly with his force grip it exploded, flesh and bile flying outward with a dissatisfying squelching sound. He dropped the body and it crumpled to the floor, Pryde’s mangled skull staring back at him. Kylo was seething, he no longer had his lightsaber so he pulled a piece of metal from the wall and bashed the body so many times it was no more than a pile of mush. Then he dropped to his knees holding his head. Pryde was the one person he knew for sure would know what had become of Hux and he was dead.

He had left to chase silly nightmares, left Hux. Hadn’t been there to protect him. And if all these people were dead, surely there was no way Hux could have survived. 

“Ren, all I ever asked you to do was stay!”

Hux’s words echoed through his mind, a cruel reminder. He had been so blind, and now he was being punished for it. Then something caught his eye. A shiny object lay on the floor beside Pryde’s body. Dog tags. Probably Pryde’s. He got closer to them, they were slightly scorched, but still readable. They read “Armitage Hux.” He snatched them up frantically, examining them. The chain was broken, Pryde had pulled them off Hux’s neck, the Kriffing bastard! He shook his head, mentally scolding himself. He had trained himself to stop using that word, even when describing people like Pryde, since Hux hated it so much. He held the dog tags gently in his hands. Remembering how pretty they looked laid out on Hux’s chest. There had to be something more here, this had to be a sign. He had gotten visions from touching his grandfather’s helmet before, he had to try. 

He closed his eyes, squeezing the dog tags so tight he knew they’d leave an imprint on his hand. He reached out with the force. At first all he got was silence, but then there was something, something so faint he couldn’t quite make out what it was. It was like a small faint light, blinking slowly, like a pulse or heartbeat slowly beating in his mind. He stood up, all dizziness was gone. He wasn’t sure what he was running towards but he was sure that he needed to follow it and he didn’t have much time. He ran through the remnants of the Supremacy, further and further into the belly of the crashed ship. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, everything was a blur, but he arrived at the brig. The brig was made of some of the strongest metal, and in the center of the ship, to make it more difficult for prisoners to escape, but it also meant it wasn’t as damaged as the rest of the ship. A slight sense of hope filled his heart as he saw it was mostly intact. As much as he hated the thought of Pryde dragging him away, if Hux hadn’t been arrested, he would have died with everyone else. 

He rushed through the halls, most of the cells blown open, crushed like aluminum cans. Then he found it. The door bent open at a jagged angle, the ceiling slightly caved in. It was an interrogation room, or glorified torture chamber. Kylo could sense Hux’s force signature, it was so faint, so weak. He rushed forward and panicked searching frantically. He saw his foot from under the collapsed ceiling. “HUX?!” He yelled, scrambling forward and pushing the twisted metal away. 

There was his foot, but to his horror there was no body. He stared at the severed leg in horror, a jagged cut right through the shin bone dry blood streaked across the floor from where it had slid as the ship crashed. He screamed in a way he didn’t know he was capable of screaming and let go of the ceiling panel he was holding back. He looked away and squeezed his eyes shut as the metal swung back crashing down onto the severed limb with a terrifying crunch. Then he felt the metal of the dog tags still digging into the skin of his palm, and that light in his mind's eye slowly getting dimmer. He jerked his head around seeing the silhouette of a crumpled body on the opposite side of the room, shrouded in darkness. He rushed forward hoping he was not too late. 

Hux’s body was mutilated and mangled. His skin was a painting of violence inflicted on him by Pryde’s torture. His body was bare and paler than normal Gashes, burns, angry bruises littered his gaunt frame. There was a blaster wound on his left thigh and a bloody bandage wrapped around his chest. But perhaps most unsettling was his eyes, open, staring blankly back at him, the green-blue hues dulled and glassy. He ran to him collapsing to his knees holding his head in his hands. His body was limp. His skin was cold. His pulse fading. 

He wasn’t breathing. 

“Hux please no, don't do This to me. You can’t leave me alone like this!” It was futile. His body was too far gone, there was no way he could save him. “Please Armitage” He said through tears, “I need you.” It was deafeningly quiet.

He was dead. 

Kylo held Hux’s lifeless body in his arms. All sense of warmth and life was gone from his body. He looked so small, so broken. And It was Kylo’s fault. Never again would he hear his voice, smell his hair, see the fire in his eyes, or that rare smile he remembered so fondly. His body felt like jello, he didn’t know what to do. Hux’s dead eyes stared back at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to close them. Hoping maybe he’d blink himself back to life and everything would be fine. But everything wasn’t fine. Ren’s perfect future lay in flames, the engagement ring still left on the floor of his quarters, lost forever. “I will never love you again” played over and over in his mind. That was the last thing he’d said. He sobbed, burrying his face in Hux’s chest, holding him tightly like he would never let go.

Hopeless.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He repeated over and over again knowing he could never be forgiven. There was no going back, he had thought during their last argument. There was no fixing it. How could he have been so foolish? If he had only gone after Hux then maybe things would be different. He looked down at the lifeless body in his hands, he looked so dull, all the color drained from his skin and hair. His pale lips parted slightly, leaving behind an expression of indifference. Not peace, not discomfort, just nothing at all. Blank, emotionless. He leaned down and kissed them one last time. His lips were cold. It wasn’t the same. 

He cried until he was numb, shaking with the effort. He didn’t know what to do or wear to go. He found himself wishing Rey had let him die. But Rey hadn’t, she had… she had brought him back to life. What if he brought Hux back to life? Just enough to keep him alive, get him medical attention, and everything would be fine. 

Hope. 

He had to try. He reached out and poured all his energy into the man before him, struggling to keep his mind focused, even though his body was screaming at him, telling him “no!”. “PLEASE!” He yelled, and then suddenly a surge of energy flowed through him, the force enveloped his body surrounding him. His life force poured out like a flood and he tried not to worry if he could stop it. Just a little more, he just needed a little more. He could sense everything, feel everything, see everything, but then the energy began to fade. As he put all his power into saving Hux, he himself began to slip. He had to hold on, just a little longer. If he lost consciousness neither of them would get off of this planet alive and it would all be for not. 

Then he heard it, the faint sound of breathing. At first he thought it was his own, but then he saw the steady rise and fall of Hux’s chest, and his eyes slid closed. 

“Hux?!” He pulled him into his arms gently, fighting off fatigue as tears welled in his eyes once more. “Oh Armie.” He held him close savoring every moment, giving them both a chance to rest. Then with Hux gingerly cradled in his arms he stood and made his way out of the Supremacy, making his way back to his TIE as fast as his tired legs could carry him. “Don’t worry love, everything’s going to be okay, I’ll make sure everything’s okay. I’ll make sure you’re okay… I’ll… I-”

“I will Always Love you”

Originally I was going to make this even more sad. But maybe I’ll save that for a part three, spoiler alert Hux is not as okay as you think he is 😀

Anyway here was the song that came on WHILE I was writing the death scene (thank you so much Spotify) 

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@lessdenied @fives-ren @jaynesilver @thegeneralorder @diabollicallyangelic

@existing-sadly

@theosb0rnway

@dragonflies-draw-flame @hpdmism @fridayincarnate @tomatette

@transmasc-vampire-is-tired

@bostarsky

@kyluxshortshorts

@rommonoch

@not-so-allegiant-general

@lessdenied

@hpdmism

[girl-next-door-writes]

I mean I will gladly send you gifs of each too lll

I may have squealed a little when I saw this gif.

You stormed onto the bridge, your coat billowing behind you with each stride, a look on your face that warned everyone to steer clear unless they wanted to be the focus of your rage.

"Pryde." Your voice cut through the conversations and the mans shoulders slumped slightly.

"Hux, deal with this."

"No." Hux said, a smirk growing on his lips, feeling bolder as you approached. "I believe this is something you will need to attend to yourself, Sir."

"Pryde. What is this I hear about you sending a retinue to Akanis? Have you lost your tiny mind?"

He turned to you with a tight smile, he had been told his new title of Allegiant General was to be the highest rank, and then Ren made you his second in command. It certainly didn't help that you appeared to have a soft spot for Hux.

"It is all part of the larger strategy to..."

"No, this is you trying to prove you're the big man, and you aren't. The Supreme Leader wants you to focus on the scavenger girl. You are to leave the 'big picture' strategy to General Hux. Is that clear?" You stared him down.

"Yes, crystal clear."

"Armitage. Walk with me." You said without even glancing at the General, not wanting to leave him there for Pryde to metaphorically kick once you had left.

"Of course." Hux couldn't hide his grin. He knew he would pay for this later, but right in this moment he had to admit that he possibly loved you, just a little.

[armitagescat]

escape routes [Pryde & Hux]

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, past abuse, struggling to breathe, mention of past death (Phasma), hopeful ending

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"Do you really believe that saying Yes to everything they ask of you to will guarantee you a win?"

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't mean to say it, not before figuring out what this unpredictable man is capable of. Not before figuring out how far he can go with him. Not without her by his side. Not without someone to soften the blow, not without someone to protect him, not without a plan, nor without an escape route.

"... Sir," he adds in an attempt to save it but it might already be too late.

The new general - Allegiant General, stupid made-up title - is staring a him, his eyes digging deep into Hux' skull. He doesn't seem aggressive but there is something else, an emotion Hux can't quite decipher until...

He's laughing. The man is laughing, not a malicious, hurtful kind of laughter, an honest kind.

"Ah, who knows," Pryde responds after a few seconds. "But I don't think that being needlessly defiant gets you anywhere either."

"You think?" Hux asks.

Pryde tilts his head. He's so different from her that it physically pains Hux. He's too calm, too devoted, too sacrificial. This man will die for the First Order. This man does not have an escape plan.

"You will not want to hear this but I have served the Emperor before. I know how this works."

"You're right," Hux says, and when Pryde smiles at this, he adds, "I don't want to hear this."

Another chuckle, softer this time. Pryde turns back to the viewport. Whatever he sees in the hyperspace lines, Hux can't make it out. "Have you ever met him?" he asks after a while.

"The Emperor?" Hux asks.

"Yes."

"Can't say that I have. You?"

There's a pause, a small moment of hesitation. When he speaks again, Pryde's voice is quieter than before. "I have."

"And you lived?" Hux doesn't mean to sound impressed but truth is that he is. Because Pryde is not only alive but unharmed. Because Pryde's ribs haven't been shattered over and over again, because his throat isn't bruised, because he can't feel ghostly fingers grabbing him whenever Ren enters the room. Because he is, somehow, whole.

Pryde turns to him again, looking him up and down. "Hux," he says, calmly, like he's about to tell him the secret to life. "Armitage."

"Yes, sir?" Hux asks, noting that he hasn't used the honorific nearly as much as he should've. His first name hangs in the air like some foul smell, unused for so long.

Pryde glances at the space behind the viewport again but his attention is on Hux, so intense that it takes his breath away.

"You can't be afraid of them. Ever."

Hux rolls his eyes. Pryde sighs, a small noise that sends an shiver down his back.

"Of course. But Enric, I'm scared of him. That's not what I mean. You have to become invisible to them. Nothing more but a useful tool."

Hux wants to ask, Your first name is Enric? but this is not the point.

"You know what Ren does with his tools? You know what he did with his own mask?"

Another small chuckle. "Don't break, then."

"Well, I did!" Hux takes a shaky breath that's too deep for his useless lungs. He coughs, quietly at first, then uncontrollably. It's after a few seconds that he becomes aware of a hand steadying him and bringing him into a position that makes it easier for him to breathe.

"Let m-" Hux attempts but he can't stop. It's not getting better. It's getting worse. "I can't -" he manages. "I can't -"

Hands on his chest, feeling for his ribs that have been broken apart an eternity ago. A sharp breath, not his own. Things are turning so dark.

A calm, gentle voice, the way he wishes his father had spoken to him, "It's alright. We'll fix this."

Another voice, so soft that it makes him think of orange skies and flowers, "Is he going to be okay?"

That odd calmness again, "Listen carefully."

Whatever the voice is saying, Hux can't focus on it. His lungs are on fire.

This is it.

He's broken. And he might have never been whole.

×××

He doesn't fully get it at first. The first days are hard, he's barely lucid, and the pain and medication are making it impossible to think. But slowly, surely, he comes back, to an orange voice and flowers. To gentle touches and anxious questions and...

Exile.

"He ordered me to..." Mitaka says when he asks about it. "He ordered me to get you out."

Hux doesn't ask why.

Pryde doesn't have an escape plan - but this is only partially true. He does. Not for himself.

Hux doesn't know why he wasted that plan on him. And he might never find out.