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The Muse: was engineering the First Order fleet in his 20s

The Mun: broke their coffee machine while descaling and wasted 3 hours trying to fix it to no avail

Also, sorry I haven't been responding to things lately. My muse for the sequel trilogy has been dwindling again, and medical school has been taking over my life.

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Croy’s answer on the matter is that he’s “mentally dating Gaya”.

Is Croy single . . . asking for a friend

I have never inquired into his personal life. Such questioning would be grossly unprofessional.

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Asks for Neurodiverse Muses

[ 🙌 ] - How does your muse stim or self-regulate?

[ 👫  ] - How is your muse in social situations? Can they read facial cues and sarcasm, or do they struggle to “read between the lines”?

[ ✍ ] - Does your muse struggle with fine or gross motor skills at all?*

[ 🍝 ] - What are some of your muse’s comfort foods?

[ 😍 ] - What are some of your muse’s favorite textures?

[ 🧸 ] - What stim toys or comfort objects do your muse use if any?

[ 🛌 ] - Does your muse have a weighted blanket? If they aren’t from a modern setting, would they find a for-their-setting equivalent useful?

[ 🗣 ] - What are your Muse’s sensory sensitivities?**

[ ☀ ] - How does being neurodivergent affect your muse everyday?

[🌙 ] - How does being neurodivergent affect your muse in their career or schooling?

* fine motor skills include writing, cutting with scissors, and so on; gross motor skills are movement of the whole body.

** for example: tags on shirts, materials of clothes, loud noises, certain smells, something else?

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"Enough of this," Hux said. "Get back to work."

His list of grievances against Ren was much too long to discuss on a tight schedule, and Hux wouldn't be caught dead gossiping about treason with a subordinate officer. Though, he doubted Ren would ever harm him for it. Truth be told, Hux was in a stalemate with the Supreme Leader. They'd always despised each other, perhaps for too long, as the motivation for vengeance had fizzled away with the years.

Of course, that didn't stop Hux from ruminating about the endless amount of stress Ren heaped onto him, nor did it stop the General from making the entire bridge suffer for it.

He returned to Darsten a few hours later, halfway into the designated sleep cycle. There was a downside to torturing the bridge techs with all-nighters. Someone needed to supervise them. So, Hux was left to suffer through the night alongside his crew.

Well, misery loved company.

"Any progress?" he snapped.

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At first, he was a little shocked at what he heard. Like his colleagues, he gave a puzzled look at Hux due to his words. It is not every day one hears their superior speak so openly. However, his weary looked turned into an amused one when Hux began backpedaling. Darsten is never one to follow the common tongue biting of the conglomerate. He always found it a waste of time and energy. Seeing it firsthand was always entertaining, especially so to his brain that he swore was melting with each passing hour. At least everyone else seemed just as exhausted. "Shame," Darsten snorts, "that medal of honor sounded nice. If you ever mean that offer-." Darsten shrugged and leaned to insinuate the high treason he was leading on to. He was joking, of course. He just wanted a reaction at this point. It's what he does and how could he not take up such an opportunity?

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I saw the supreme leader in the officer's break room eating a tub of ice cream and crying about some girl named Rey ... I am concerned

Can you give me more details as to the tub of ice cream? What flavor was it? Did he take it out of the conservator in the break room?

He'd better not have eaten my strawberry tarine ice cream. I've been saving that all week for an especially stressful day. Why does he ruin everything in my life?

I don't care whether the scavenger girl slashed his face in two again. That's no excuse for theft!

-General Hux-Dameron

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* stares at Kylo * was he dropped on his head as a baby

In the sense that he was dropped into the lap of luxury and grew up believing that the entire world revolves around his idle whims, yes. Yes, he was.

But ah yes, long live the Supreme Leader, etc...

-General Hux-Dameron

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My only concern is that Millie may get territorial.

She's learned to tolerate BB-8 but she has attacked droids before, and not only MSEs.

“Sir, if I may be so bold, May I suggest we have personal companion robots? They can be programmed as canines or felines.”

"If you can convince the others on the Supreme Council to finance these efforts, I would be in favor, especially given that they rejected my application for Therapy Tookas on the bridge."

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“Sir, if I may be so bold, May I suggest we have personal companion robots? They can be programmed as canines or felines.”

"If you can convince the others on the Supreme Council to finance these efforts, I would be in favor, especially given that they rejected my application for Therapy Tookas on the bridge."

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"he's so babygirl coded" (he has killed so many people. and he will kill more)

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Hux shuddered at the estimate, already been dreading the next Supreme Council meeting to discuss the budget.

“If you have a way to rid the galaxy of the source, be my guest, Senior Lieutenant. The Order ought to give you a medal of honor if you succeed.”

The words slip out before Hux can censor them, earning him several inquisitive looks around the bridge.

“I mean that in jest, of course,” he says groggily. “Long live the Supreme Leader, etcetera…”

He amends himself mostly out of paranoia. His disdain for Ren has always been clear.

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If Darsten was honest with it all, he would tell the General that it wasn't coming along well. In fact, there was so much to do that Hux would be better off having multiple people or a droid work on it to meet any expected deadlines. Especially the one Darsten set for himself so recklessly. However, he wasn't ready to say that all just yet. Silently acknowledging your mistake is not the same as openly admitting it.

He shrugged as if unaffected by it all, "Fine. Though, my heart goes out to the budget that supports all this. The number has well exceeded 300,000.”

He did not know the budget, nor really cared, but the numbers were concerning. Bars had to be moved in the spreadsheet to accommodate the growing sum. A feeling of pity was felt for Hux and anyone else that would need this file after Darsten.

"You'd be better off simply ridding the cause of the damages than repairing them all," He added.

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I don’t see how the color of my hair is significant to this question. The title doesn’t sound as grand as “heir apparent”.

That said, I wouldn’t mind claiming General Veers as my symbolic father.

If Ren is the heir apparent to Lord Vader and the Sith, am I the heir apparent to the Imperial Command?

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If Ren is the heir apparent to Lord Vader and the Sith, am I the heir apparent to the Imperial Command?

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"Ah, good."

Hux took the datapad, checked over the report and approved it with his signature. As he handed back the device, he took note of the Senior Lieutenant's heavy eyelids and fatigued movements. That insouciant spark from the morning shift was dwindling, but Hux drew no pleasure from the sight. He himself was too exhausted to take any pleasure in his plan succeeding.

"Everything looks to be in order," he said. "What's the status on the other assignment?"

A quick glance at the monitor revealed that there was still much work to be done. To hold Darsten to the previously established deadline felt rather cruel.

But there was no changing it. There were other eyes watching them on the Bridge. Hux couldn't risk looking soft by letting the Senior Lieutenant off the hook.

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Darten doesn’t remember dozing off, but he was in the present now at least thanks to Hux. Still ahead of him was a lovely screen with a list not even halfway completed.

Saying he’d have it all done by tomorrow morning was starting to become a much bigger task than anticipated. He wondered how a small group of people could be so costly. They had passed Darsten’s rough estimates within an hour of him looking at several reports. Ranking up quite the list of either broken droids, consoles, or ships. He was happy that at least goody-goody Needa’s work was simple and easily completed after running around asking questions to people that could care less. It still took precious time though. About two hours precisely.

The passion and spark he once had was now just a small flame threatening to die out. He feels like one puff away from calling it quits and defecting. At his old station, he had a plethora of ways to make this whole process faster. Openly threatening a BB was the norm. Those droids were perfect rolling computers for running data and other more daring stunts such as slicing. He could really use that right now for this long list. Break it down and run it automatically. Those days seemed over now though. Now all he had was his brain, and that was dying on him as well.

He tried scrolling through the words and numbers again, but just something about the lovely red hue of the screen made his eyelids become heavy. He decided it was time to move his legs and wake up. Informing of Needa's task was a good enough excuse. Sluggishly he grabbed his datapad from the console and made his way up the step to have someone look it over and sign.

“General, I need you to sign for me,” He mumbled as he approached with the datapad held out.

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Hux wrinkled his nose in disapproval at the pat but decided against adding another assignment on in retaliation. He’d been cruel enough already. It would be counterproductive to go any further.

Though he was loathe to admit it, he did hope that Darsten would stay on the bridge. They’d been losing techs to burnout at an alarming rate. Soon, they’d end up with a turnover rate surpassing than that of the infamous Executor.

Hux didn’t have much time to ponder the issue, however. He had plenty of work of his own: blueprints to review, legal codes to verify and an entire bloody Star Destroyer to command. Hopefully, Opan would return soon to shoulder some of the business on the bridge at least.

Minutes dragged into hours. Soon, the sleep cycle was creeping up on him again. Several technicians were already dozing off.

“Wake up!” Hux barked at one of the Ensigns. “Look alive! Stars, I’m not your babysitter and this isn’t naptime!”

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Darsten's smile wavered a tad as his actions caught up to him, but altogether it held on. That is until this officer Needa came into the picture. An entire change overtook Darsten as his eyes changed into a squint with a face to match that of jealousy; he was disgusted and furious at the thought this Lieutenant was getting praised for nothing more than being a goodie two shoes. They were all the same when like this too. Either fake to the core and wishy-washy or power hungry and overly ambitious. Both left a bad taste in his mouth, and he has yet to meet anyone to change his harsh judgments. Individually should be sought after, not carefully crafted personalities for some gain.

He side-eyed Senior Lieutenant Needa as Hux talked to them about some uncle Darsten could care less about. So consumed by these emotions he almost didn't notice Hux was now addressing him. Making quick work, and one long final stare, he brought back his smile to look at Hux.

"None that I can think of General," he said. "In fact, I think I'll be quite comfortable here with all this to do…I'll have it all done by tomorrow morning."

It was a bold jump, but thanks to Needa and a dampened mood, Darsten felt like he now had competition. Something to prove. Patting Hux's shoulder, he passed him to a take a seat at the directed area with a plop. Fully ready to emerse himself into his work.

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General's Log - Entry 022

We had an occupational therapist visit the First Order recently. They said that the poor job satisfaction we are experiencing may be the result of two factors:

The lack of sunlight during extended interplanetary travel.

The constant threat of being murdered by the Supreme Leader.

I believe it would be easier to harness the sun than calm Ren's rage, but in light of the incident with Starkiller Base, I dare not propose this plan to the Supreme Council.

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i like to imagine the Star Wars uber militaries set in sitcom workplace comedy environments. it produces joy in my brain.

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Hux shot an icy glare in the direction of the sniggering. The tech pit stilled.

“Perhaps you think I’ve underestimated you, Senior Lieutenant,” Hux said. “Well, then. Why don’t we give you some field work to do, some investigative analysis in the sub levels. So that you won’t be so terribly bored and cranky with all those dull, dull numbers… Senior Lieutenant Needa!”

One of the officers in the tech pit jumped at their name and offered a tenuous “Yes, General?” in reply.

“You’re off early today after the midday break,” Hux said. “Senior Lieutenant Darsten will be covering the investigation of the damage to the calcinator. Just be sure to transfer the files to him before you leave, Needa. Consider it a reward for professional etiquette becoming of the First Order. Your uncle would have be proud.”

Turning his attention back to Darsten, Hux’s tone sours once more as he gestures towards an empty seat in the pit.

“There’s your station,” he says. “Questions?”

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Darsten doesn’t know why he is feeling so cheerful and playful today, but he most certainly is not going to stop to ask. It is rare to be so happy and elated in this space, even with the help of coffee and other means. In fact, he expected himself to be barely functioning this morning with only three hours of sleep. If Darsten knew himself in the slightest bit, and his own patterns, he’d be worried about the storm brewing in the background of his psyche. He would not be holding his grin at all. He does not know though, so energetically he nods at the otherwise bad news Hux was telling him. Barely affected by words and fake pity. The floof of his hair bounced with the aggressive nodding movements.

“I would expect nothing else,” He quipped. Deep down he was happy he did not have to meet Captain Opan just yet. Regardless of yesterday, he would choose someone he’d already interacted with rather than someone completely new. He took the cylinder like a present, excited to open it and see what is most likely an extravagant list of damages. Rumors run rampant and he almost wanted to preemptively say he would need more time than that.

Instead, he joked about it, “Lucky me indeed! At least I just have just the numbers to deal with, I’d hate to be you.” He felt like he was most certainly a winner when a snicker came from afar. The slight attention was filling his ego. It also made him not see the fact he was on the edge of a cliff in his own mind, one push from collapsing this last-ditch effort his mind was attempting.

“Can I just choose a spot, or do I need to be watched at all times like a puppy?” He asked as he looked around.