#BB Hux

[tonyloon]

Huxloween 2024 - Day 1 - Tarot -The (horrible) Lovers - Another idea inspired by  @huxloween 's wonderful promptlist! Not sure if that has been done already, but I had to xD Serious + dumb rendition- and the original it's based on c:

Sorry, more dumb jokes are incoming for 'Apocalypse' and 'Family Heirloom' while I'm working on a few serious sketches for 'Vampire', 'Fairytale' and 'Mortality' ... plus an FF for Haunted AI that I lost complete control over (feels like I'm a passenger in a possessed vessel while writing it x,D) But as long as that spark is burning, I sure as heck ain't gonna dim it <3 To many more sleepless nights at the side of that dumpsterfire of a couple!

[enkisstories]

A giant set of digital trading cards dropped today :-)

Everyone got their honor medals for the battle of Exegol - the heroes from the New Republic and Ben, technically still the Supreme Leader, issued one to Hux and one to himself.

A First Order medal of honor for having damaged the First Order, probably beyond recovery, awarded in a New Republic ceremony - no wonder Hux looks so defeated on his card.

[miscellaneousjo]

TLJ stickers at work (we like to have stickers around to hand out to kids, or adults because you're never too old for stickers).

Oh yeah, let's just forget about Ben/Kylo, aka THE MAIN ANTAGONIST FOR THE MOVIE (I mean, besides Snoke).

Like, they even have a Praetorian Guard, and a random Stormtrooper, But NOT BEN?!

They done did my boi dirty >:(

THIS IS BEN ERASURE. THEYRE TRYING TO ERASE OUT BOI.

[hux-and-gay]

I used to do this thing where I would take a list of characters that I liked (such as Star Wars characters) and then I would take a list of roles from a musical. Then I would get a random generator and use that generator to randomly select the characters I had chosen and cast them as random roles in the musical. As if they were being forced to play those characters and I had no control over who they were cast as.

Things could get pretty hilarious. you could have something like Han gets cast as the spouse of Vader and C3PO gets cast as their child.

So I thought I had never really done it with the sequels characters so I decided why not? I did it With Hamilton because that’s a musical most people know but I could do other ones in the future. It turned out even funnier then I could possibly have imagined.

Now without further ado

HAMILTON BUT PURE CHAOS

Our Star of the show is none other the Snoke

And who is his rival that will eventually best him in a duel sending him to his death?

Princess Leia Organa! And honesty? Good for her. (All the extras are storm troopers)

Now who is the famous, Faboulous, Marquis De Lafayette…. it’s Pryde… ugh

Suddenly Lafayette is no longer cool

Now who are Snoke and Pryde’s Besties? Phasma is now Laurence (so she dies 😔) and Kylo is Mulligan, honestly I can see him as mulligan

So this friend group is just the first order? Good to know

Now who is the responsible, put together, and not reckless at all, general to lead them all?

It’s Han Solo playing George Washington! So in character right? Now he’s Snoke’s mentor and president of the United States… interesting

But there’s always a loyalist so who gets to be my beloved Samuel Seabury?

Armitage Hux! I was actually very happy with this paring I literally a wrote a parody to farmer refuted from Hux’s POV a few weeks ago, it’s just so funny

Now who is the King that Hux is so graciously supporting, the antagonist of the whole story? Well it’s none other then Poe Dameron, everyone’s favorite imperialist

And of course Snoke still needs more enemies, so who is the incompetent general that sucks so bad he gets left behind?

Charles Lee is now Luke Skywalker! “I’m a general WEEEEEE” But I mean hey man not everyone can say they got shot by Phasma in a duel.

and of course we can’t forget Snoke’s big act 2 rival Thomas Jefferson who is being played by none other then C3PO!

and Jefferson is nothing without his best friend James Madison played by Dopheld Mitaka!

Honestly this one is a pretty good casting

Now here’s where it gets interesting… if it hasn’t already…

The Schuyler Sisters

Yeah you saw that right, forget Angelica Eliza and Peggy, Now we have Palpatine Rey and Finn! So that not only makes them sisters but it also means that Snoke and Rey are married and have children which is a terrifying thought

And not only that but it also means that Snoke and Palpatine were in love but Palpatine let him marry his sister instead but they still continue their emotional affair through the letters they send to eachother

Aren’t snoke and Palpatine basically the same person technically???? I guess they have a type

but of course, we can’t forget the Schuyler sisters wonderful father Philip, oops sorry I meant Thanisson

so yes somehow Thanisson is the father of Palpatine Rey and Finn. Makes sense? No? Perfect, moving on

Speaking of Philip, Snoke and Rey’s Aforementioned child of the same name, is now being played by Rose Tico

Which means, as you can see in this photo here, she dies in her duel with George Eacker. But who might you ask is George Eacker?

It’s BB-8 of course!

Because BB-8 decided to shit talk snoke he got in a duel with Rose, and won. BB-8 kills rose.

Now there’s something missing, we all know the story, Snoke can’t stay faithful to his wife. so who is the poor soul that has to play Mariah Reynolds? A woman being used by her husband to extort snoke by having her keep up an affair with him?

It’s Cardinal, I’m so sorry. He isn’t prepared for this 😭 this image is so cursed. Funny enough though Maria is known for wearing red.

Anyway who is Cardinal’s manipulative husband who is blackmailing snoke?

It’s Brendol Hux, James Reynolds is Brendol Hux. I’m so sorry Cardinal but this is perfect casting. Truly and ass hole in every universe

and of course who is the doctor that is just trying to keep shit together through this whole play? BEHOLD THE MIGHTY GONK!

(I couldn’t find any pictures on Google of the doctor)

If you got this far, I hope you enjoyed it and are severely disturbed!!! Let me know if you’re interested in me doing more.

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21 for the Kylux ask meme!

21. What’s your favorite kylux-specific trope?

Thanks for the ask! Really hard to pick favorites so have a bulleted list :P

Kylo's mind-reading keeping Hux off-balance

Hux as an unreliable narrator who is so emotionally repressed that he willfully ignores/doesn't even consider the possibility of romantic attraction (until he's forced to face it :D)

When for either one the wait he's HOT realization is followed immediately by oh HECK NO and then he fights it with every fiber of his being

Petty bickering and UST! Honestly I will read and immensely enjoy a fic that is JUST that. Bickering kylux is 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

Kylo underestimating Hux and being proven wrong.

Hux being the dominant one in the relationship despite Kylo being so much stronger (but not taken to extremes. Kylo is not a doormat)

IMing: Hux is punctual with good grammer and Kylo is... not :)

Kylo being extra and making Hux uncomfortable (see also Kylo Amidala)

[hiersinddrachen]

My entry for #GingerPilotWeek2023 day two - "Post-Canon". Traditional medium - watercolour on paper.

Still not sure I'd call myself an artist, but I'm sort of happy with how this turned out. Next time, I'll try to make them seem to be at least a little happy, too ;-) - maybe this is some arranged marriage thing, and they both aren't very happy...

[buffshipper8490]

Rating Mature

Summary

The Sequel Trilogy reimagined with smuggler Ben Solo reluctant to take on the family mantle of Jedi in the fight against the mysterious Kira Ren and the diabolical First Order...

Chapter Summary

After Finley and BB-8 escape the First Order on Jakku with the help of the mysterious Solo aboard the Millennium Falcon, they begin to get to know each other. However, they aren't out of danger yet...

EXCERPT

Once they were safely speeding away from the Jakku orbit, Solo excitedly unbuckled his seatbelt and hurried back to meet Finley, racing past BB-8, who was retracting its safety restraint. Finley, adrenalized, climbed from the turret and met Solo in the lounge of the Falcon. "So, what's your name, sweetheart?" Solo asked Finley. "And why was the First Order after you?" Finley ignored the pet name. "My name is Finley. Finn if you like." "I like," Solo grinned, moving closer to her. "I'm with the Resistance," Finley continued, almost like a warning. She didn't like the way he was staring at her. BB-8 beeped at her questioningly. Solo cocked an eyebrow. He read her with his intense eyes, almost as if he was peering into her soul... "Sure you are," Solo finally said, stepping even closer to her. Finley sidestepped him before he could get any closer. "Okay... well... what's your name? Or do I just call you 'Solo'?" Solo leaned his arm against the wall where she just stood. "You can call me whatever you want." Finley tilted her head. The man was persistent. "How about 'Creepy'?" Solo blinked, and then laughed, stepping back from her, hands raised in mock surrender. "Okay! Okay! I get it! I'll stop, alright?" "Your name?" Finley pressed, raising her eyebrows. "My name is Ben. Ben Solo."

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[askbensolo]

Poll Results!

Thanks for voting, my loyal knights of Ben. Poe won by like...a whole third. It's 'cause of the droid, isn't it? Have you all been stuck on those BB compilation holovids? I still think the BB series is a stupid-looking design.

...Welp, guess I've gotta go ask my landlord about installing a ramp.

[nymphl]

u back??? u back for real??? u good??? i missed ur stories so much!!! missed u as well!!!

Hi xD

It’s really been a while hehe

To answer your question, yeah… kinda. If you mean back to tumblr, hell yeah!

I’m also good… now. I mean since I got covid back in 22, whenever I get a common cold, I get really sick and spend months recovering (covid has been a pain in my ass, even though I only had a throat ache when I got it). Just got a common cold in April and only got really better these days. Like… two months after.

About writing… well. I’m back to writing but it’s not really my current stories. Nor it’s Hux centered. Sorry xD

It’s a Star Wars story, Andor actually. After rewatching S2E06 I was like… what if I write a DarkSoulmate AU with Krennic and Kleya? I know… I know… But it’s been really fun working on it. It’s not gonna be a longfic (don’t worry) I intended for it to be an oneshot, but it already has 15k and I’m in the middle of it hehe I’ll only post it when it’s finished even though I know nobody is gonna read it haha

But it’s been real fun writing with Krennic and al the other characters and the idea of… what if your soulmate is not your better half, but your worst half?

I’m also rereading my Hux stories to get in the mood to keep writing it. But I won’t promise when I’m going to update because I promised around this time last year that I’d update Lie to Me and I didn’t and I think I frustrated some readers and I frustrated myself, too.

Tbh, in 2020 I started writing a Bleach story and people started complimenting it, saying it should be an original story and I should publish it as a book and that’s what I started doing. But I dunno… original work is not for me. It sucked the joy of writing out of me. It’s indeed a good story and it has good characters, but I think I’ll stay with fanfics.

I LOVE working with characters other people wrote. I LOVE putting them in different scenarios, such as making Hux lose his memories, or being a vampire/Irish lord in 1816, or Krennic and Kleya having to deal with a soulmate they didn’t ask for.

And I don’t want to lose this joy when I think about writing anymore, so I’ll just shelve the original idea for whenever… for when it doesn’t suck the joy out of me.

Not to mention, I’ve been real busy. I mean… teaching is exhausting and I’m so glad the winter vacation is almost here because I mean… gosh I do need some ME time away from the school. And the exhaustion and ever busy life also made me write way less xD

Anyways, thanks for the ask, anon.

I missed being here as well.

Hope to come back with an update for Lie to Me soon.

And hope you all forgive me for being absent for so long. Love you all

[enkisstories]

I finally have my favorite quintett on the blue background complete.

[blackberry-command-cap]

10/10, would recommend this absolute masterpiece; highlights include:

"more oats"

the mental image of eye bags carrying groceries

"yes, I definitely have friends"

the entirety of the rat question

I've taken it enough times to get most of the results but one or two of them still elude me... *rubs hands together* eventually I will have a complete set of results screenshots so I may look at them whenever I please

@darthnostra thanks so much for making this :D the descriptions are hilarious and everything is so completely Hux and I've had an absolute blast forcing my friends to take it!

[blackberry-command-cap]

ah yes iconic hux is married to his work

(by that definition I suppose he's technically a widower in TLJ and TROS? oh well don't think abt it too hard)

Maybe my favourite thing about the script, Hux is so emotional about Starkiller Base.

[buffshipper8490]

(Young Ben Solo & Rey art by @dc9spot. Used with permission)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26599129/chapters/68477171

Rating Mature

Summary

The Sequel Trilogy reimagined with smuggler Ben Solo reluctant to take on the family mantle of Jedi in the fight against the mysterious Kira Ren and the diabolical First Order...

Chapter Summary

At Starkiller Base, Kira Ren interrogates Ben Solo for the whereabouts of BB-8's map. However, Ben resists, and in doing so uncovers more about her than he expected...

EXCERPT

Ben awoke, disoriented. He was in an angled, upright restraining rig, unable to move. The room he was in was brightly lit, he had to blink to adjust his eyes to the light. He looked around, and was startled to see a cloaked Kira Ren sitting in the corner, hood pulled low, her arms wrapped around her shins. "Where am I?" Ben demanded, straining against the shackles of the rig. "You're my guest," Kira said warmly after a few second's pause. "Where are the others?" Ben asked. "You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends and family?" Kira replied as Ben stared at her. "You'll be relieved to hear that I have no idea." Ben studied her. This... girl. It was bizarre. She was strong in the Force, and clearly an authority figure... but she sat and spoke like a rebellious, petulant teenager.  "You still want to kill me," Kira observed. "I'm thinking about it," Ben admitted. "I typically don't take well to being held hostage, even by pretty young girls. Especially dangerous, pretty young girls." Kira grinned under her hood and stood up. She threw aside her cloak and did a turn for Ben to see. She wore all black: sleeveless turtleneck style shirt, pants, and boots, with a long, black, tunic-like scarf, held in place by a thick waistbelt. On her arms were black wrapping-like arm sleeves, going up about mid-bicep in length. What caught Ben's attention was the hair. Long and brunette, arranged in a distinctive triple bun style.  There was no mistaking it. And her energy, that familiar energy...  It couldn't be! "Rey?"

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[enkisstories]

Recent acquisitions & favs from the digital trading card app. Some of those cards are animated in the app.

If you follow my sims blog, but never saw the newer Star Wars movies, here you can see what my characters look like in the films :-)

The "Spy revealed" card will never not make me chuckle, because it looks as if Hux is yelling his "I'm the spy!" right into the closest security camera.

I caption the Fan's Choice right below the other two cards as: BB-8: "How was your day?" Poe: "I both endangered and saved the Resistance, then I incited a mutiny, got stunned..." Finn: "I went on a date with Rose." Both: "DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!"

[jinx-xxed]

Out in the Cold

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A/N; This kind of AU is what most of my writings are based in, so I hope this is a good introduction! There will be more of these to come :) I hope you enjoy!

Part of Written in the Stars

Part 2

Summary; You are a pupil of the Force under Supreme Leader Snoke along with Kylo Ren. You hate him. He’s arrogant and cocky and has done nothing but make your life miserable. So what happens when you have to save his life?

Content; Aftermath of TFA, treating Kylo’s wounds, enemies to ???, Kylo’s a loser, reader taking things into their own hands, probably some medical malpractice, some Force connecting, reader also hates Hux

Wc; 3.9k

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“Leave the base at once and come to me with Kylo Ren,” Snoke’s voice manages to remain booming and intimidating even amongst the collapsing rubble. His projection leans back in the throne he’s sitting in, his gnarled face creased in contemplation. “It is time for you both to complete your training.”

“Right away, Supreme Leader,” you say, head bowing. His projection fizzles out not even a second later, leaving you alone to figure out how to complete the new task you’ve been given without losing your life in the process. The planet is imploding, and there’s only so much longer before the sun boiling beneath the surface breaks through and burns everything on it to mere ash in the atmosphere. It all went awry so quickly, it’s almost laughable. Starkiller Base—Hux’s little passion project—has been rendered a failure, destroyed by Resistance forces.

You tear through the halls of the base, the entire foundation shaking and crumbling around you. You stop by your office, which has already been mostly cleared out by members of your elite personal fleet—Fleet 74—and grab BB-12 who’d been waiting for you. He rolls obediently behind you as you rush out. People are in a frenzy, most trying desperately to get to transports and get the hell out, others trying to stick it through and finish whatever duty they’d been given by a higher up. You tell whoever you can to head to the hangars, to pile onto transports and evacuate, even if it’s hard to hear over the commotion. You click on the radio that’s attached to your shoulder. “Fleet 74—this is your captain speaking. I’ve been given a new assignment I have to complete before I can leave, so I can’t lead you out. Follow formation, follow Chief, and I’ll get back to you when I can.” You say, shoving past a panicked lieutenant.

“Heard, Captain. Stay safe.” Chief, your second in command, responds. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

You enter into hangar eight, and it can only be described as chaos. Stormtroopers and engineers and all kinds of different workers are running about, getting into whatever kind of ship they can while trying to maintain some kind of pathetic semblance of order. TIE fighters screech as they shoot into the burning atmosphere, orange and red and black blazing outside the hangar opening. Flames lick at the darkened sky, rising from the cracks in the planet that look as though they’ve been torn open by a gods hands. You can feel the planet dying beneath your feet, you can feel its desperate call to the universe as it burns and burns and burns, swallowing itself whole. You focus on your breathing to block it out.

You fly down the catwalk, down the steps leading to the main floor, searching for one of the smaller transports. Workers part for you, letting you take your pick, knowing you take priority when it comes to evacuations. In the eyes of the Order, they are lesser, meant to be your stepping stones—but you’ve never seen it that way. You’ve never cared much for the hierarchy despite your favorable position within it.

You clamber into the transport, immediately shutting the ramp when BB-12 is safely inside and connects himself into the ships’ systems. You haphazardly slide into the pilots seat, flipping switches and pressing buttons with a near panicked efficiency. “Gods damn all of this,” you mutter to yourself. Although from the look of the base, it seems the gods have already done a good job of damming it all to hell.

The ship roars to life, engines purring and controls feeling sturdy within your palms. You shoot from the hangar, leaving the caving infrastructure of Starkiller Base behind and entering into the thick pine woods surrounding the territory. That’s where Kylo Ren is supposed to be. He left the base when this all started, chasing after some fresh faced Jedi girl and the traitorous Stormtrooper that decided to accompany her. It creates a strange uneasiness in you, wondering what state Kylo must be in to result in him having to be retrieved. Snoke better not have me going out here just to find a dead body.

“BB-12, activate life-form scanners.” You call back to the droid. He gives a robotic chirp in response and the scanners activate on a monitor to your left, the screen a jumble of different information. A sensor runs across a circle, beeping idly as it comes up with nothing. You curse, also hearing the alarms to your right as the ship warns you of dangerous surface level conditions as if you don’t already know about the planet splitting apart beneath you. It looks far worse from your place in the sky, fractures akin to spiderwebs forming and spitting lava that swallows chunks of earth and trees. You can see the specks of straggling Resistance fighters amongst the stars as they flee, shooting into hyperdrive and getting far, far away from this place.

Trying to find one man in an expanse of trees and snow and darkness and fire is going to be near impossible like this, you realize. Relying on sensors that are jammed from broken frequencies and a crumbling planet isn’t going to work. You sigh to yourself, straightening your back in your chair, flicking on autopilot, closing your eyes, and steadying your breathing. The destruction around you steadily fades as you descend into the Force, becoming merely background noise as you search for one thing in particular. Your Force combs through the planet below, running through the trees like a wolf on a hunt, sniffing, searching, chasing.

There.

A heartbeat, erratic and struggling, fighting to be heard amongst the wailing of the dying planet. Your eyes shoot open and your hands fly back to the controls, snapping the ship out of autopilot as you jerk to the right. You begin descending when the heartbeat gets louder, pounding in your ears. You ease towards the ground, crushing a few trees in the process and kicking up clouds of snow. You order BB-12 to stay on board as you lower the ramp.

Snow sucks at your ankles, it settles into your hair and bites at the exposed skin of your face. You’re sure there’s ash mixed in there—you can smell it in your nose and taste it on your tongue when you breathe in. You hurry forward, eager to get this all over with. You notice the signs of a struggle on the trees as you pass, burning gashes within the bark, branches sliced clean in half and charred at the ends. Lightsabers. There’s blood on the ground as well, standing out starkly against the white of the snow. This battle had not been a good one for either side.

Up ahead, you see something abnormal. A black form, laying lifelessly in the snow—and that’s when it hits you. You’re overwhelmed by feelings of rage and disappointment and grief and fear and blatant pain, coming to you in waves of violent flashes of color and creating an uncomfortable tenseness in your muscles. It’s suffocating and purely Dark.

Kylo is collapsed on his back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, chest steadily rising and falling. At least this wasn’t a waste of my time, you think. You study him with disinterest, some sick sense of arrogance rising in you at the sight of him fallen on the ground, entirely at your mercy. You take note of the wounds littering his body, the most obvious being the massive gash that now lays across the left side of his face. It’s open and bleeding, smearing his skin red, running from his collarbone all the way up past his eyebrow, the edges cauterized and burnt black. A lightsaber wound, just like the ones within the trees. Part of you wishes you could’ve seen it, seen the slash that did this to him, see the girl that managed to do what you never could. You sense rather than see the other injuries on him, knowing he has quite a few and that they’re all causing him to lose an alarming amount of blood. He won’t last much longer out here, that’s for sure.

Leave him, a voice hisses from the darkest corners of your mind, the ones you try to ignore. You shake your head and ignore them now. Leaving him here would do nothing for you, your head would be on a spike just as soon as you abandon him.

You look past him to the cliff he’s laying on, the ground split perfectly through the middle, entirely isolating him from the way back to what was once the base. An ominous orange glow emits from the fissure, and you can feel the raging heat from where you stand. A tree crumbles right in front of you, the earth coming loose at another quiver of the planet and succumbing to the lava that swallows it in less than a second. That’ll be you soon if you don’t move it.

You grumble to yourself, glaring down at the man that’s the bane of your existence, and position your body. You grab at his arms first, the fabric of his robes wet with melted snow. You haul him up and sling him over your shoulders, nearly buckling under his weight. “Oh good fucking-“ you hiss, muscles bunching and straining. You knew he was dense but not that dense. You use the Force to help, taking off some of his brute weight and at least allowing yourself to walk.

You stumble back to the transport, your glower feeling like it’s permanently etched onto your face at this point. You move to the cargo hold where there’s a cushioned fold out table set into the wall. You gracelessly slide Kylo onto it, struggling for a second to get all his limbs in place and secure him in position. Without his weight on your back, you’re able to hurry to the pilot’s chair, the planet now rumbling more violently than it had before. Surveillance systems on the monitors are screaming at you, telling you to get the fuck out now. It doesn’t have to tell you twice. You prepare the hyperdrive, flying higher and higher into the sunless sky, the edges of it beginning to blur with bright blues and whites as you ascend into lightspeed. You’re shot far from the planet just as it finally gives in to the molten heat boiling in its core, a shockwave exploding from its center that rocks the ship and makes it beep in alarm.

You collapse in your seat, blowing a sigh out of your lips in relief. You scrub your hands over your face, the tips of your fingers cold from the snow. However, your relief isn’t allowed to last long as you hear movement behind you, turning the chair to see Kylo suddenly back in the world of the living, trying to get up and off the table. You can almost feel the way that each shift of his face or neck pulls unpleasantly at that gash, birthing a searing pain that’s so acute it’s nauseating.

“Stop-“ you say, getting up and out of the pilots chair, “stop moving. You’ll only make it worse.”

His eyes snap to you, only now noticing that you’re there, deep brown irises dark with a swirl of unpleasant emotions. His brows furrow, despite the way it pulls on the wound, as if he wants it to hurt more. Portions of his hair are plastered to his forehead and cheeks, both from melted snow and blood, his skin is clammy and pale, making him look entirely disheveled and nothing like the Commander he usually does. There’s a shame that’s rising in him, brewing like a storm. Shame that you’re seeing him like this, shame at the fact he lost—shame that’s going to quickly boil into anger. “Why are you here?” He demands, his voice low and holding a wild uneasiness. He’s vulnerable and he’s weak, two of the worst things to be when you’re in the First Order. It makes him as volatile and dangerous as an injured animal.

“I was ordered to retrieve you before you imploded with the planet.” You say roughly, immediately on the defensive. “We’ll be returning to the Finalizer and then moving to the Supremacy under Snoke’s command. He told me we had further training to complete.”

There’s a confusion that flashes across Kylo’s face, but it’s brief as you sense his consciousness shift drastically like an uneven scale, his body slumping against his will. His head smacks back against the cold metal wall, eyelids fluttering weakly, shallow breath passing desperately between parted lips. His left hand clutches at the cushions beneath him, though it’s an absent action—he doesn’t know what he’s holding on to, or why he’s doing it, only that if he doesn’t, he thinks he’ll lose his last anchor on whatever’s keeping him together. The adrenaline in his body has fully run out at this point, nothing left to keep the blood-loss and debilitating pain at bay, and now it’s hitting him at full force. You can only imagine the wave of nausea that’s probably rolling through him, creating an awful sinking feeling in the gut.

There’s panic that rises in you at the way his condition has worsened so quickly, and you hurry to dig through the deeper part of the cargo hold to pull out the standard issue first aid kit. “BB-12, open your storage port.” You snap, the droid detaching himself from the ship’s systems to follow your orders. A compartment in his front clicks open, revealing a small assortment of materials you keep hidden within your companion. You pull out a syringe, a can of ointment, and a bag of pills—all things you definitely shouldn’t have but stole anyway. “Send an alert to the Finalizer, an urgent order for medics at the ready on my return.”

BB-12 leaves you be to assess the situation before you: a gravely injured man that’s very possibly on the cusp of dying under your watch. There’s five injuries of note; the one on his face, a clean gash on his right shoulder, the jab of a saber on his left, the blaster shot in his side, and a cut along his left leg. You grit your teeth, channeling every bit of medical practice you’ve gotten from Jaharah—your fleet’s medic—and from the base training every officer receives. Keep your hands from shaking, focus on stopping the blood, clean the wound, do what you can. Don’t let him die. If he dies, it would definitely mean your own demise at the hands of Snoke, so there’s plenty weighing on you here to keep you focused.

You move for the syringe first, biting off the cap of the needle and going to move down the collar of his padded armor. In his agony-filled haze, he reaches his hand up and grasps at your wrist, his hold weak and weightless. His fingers are freezing, even beneath his gloves, a result of an onset of hypothermia. He mutters half-coherent phrases like don’t and leave me, but you ignore them and shake him off. You and him share a similarity in the way you’re both so vehemently against any sort of pain relief, whether it be as a result of training or some sort of masochism, you’re not sure. But you remember all those years back when you were all alone and dealing with your own gruesome wounds, trying so desperately to stave the blood, to keep it from hurting as badly as it did. You remember wishing for something, anything, to make the pain go away but never being given the relief. You’re sure he’s feeling the same now. So you stick the needle into the taut skin of his neck and shove two pills into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

A low groan leaves him, his head slumping, fresh sweat beading along his hairline. “If you die on me I’ll be so fucking pissed with you.” You hiss, mostly to yourself since you doubt he can hear much of anything now anyway. He’s still with you, just barely, and you feel his anger rolling off him in waves. He probably wants nothing more than to throw you out of an air lock and into the cold vacuum of space. You move to focus on the wound that’s eaten into his side, too deep to have cauterized enough to stop the worst of the bleeding. You struggle to pull back the burnt layers of his uniform to see the injury, quickly resorting to just cutting it away with the scissors in the first aid kit. It’s bad, of course, with just the outer edges of the wound black, the rest a throbbing, oozing red. You grab the gauze and coat it in the ointment: a highly potent healing salve that’s meant to help with different kinds of system regeneration and pain relief—and a salve that’s nearly impossible to find or make nowadays, hence why you keep a secret stash. He better be grateful that I’m using what little I have on him.

You press the gauze to the wound, blood almost immediately soaking through and staining your palm. You add more and then put a wrap around it all to keep it in place. The others aren’t as bad, being simply surface level injuries from a lightsaber, so you instead focus on the awful wound on his face. You haven’t seen a wound this horrid on someone else in a good few years. You take your clean hand and place it against the top of his head, using it as a sort of direction control, tilting his head back. He keeps silent, the only evidence of his discomfort being the stuttering of his breath and the twitch of his good eye.

The sedatives and pain relievers have kicked in by now, evident from the slight release of tension in his shoulders, how he’s not trying to fight you despite him regaining consciousness, and the way his suffering is no longer suffocating the Force around you. You begin to clean around the wound, your faces so close together it’d be considered invasive in any other circumstance. The space is silent except for the sound of your mixed breathing, the smell of blood and burnt flesh assaulting your nose with each inhale.

You try to be gentle with your work, but pulls on the gash are inevitable, and you see his hands clench out of the corner of your eye each time. There’s also the occasional flicker of the lights as his Force shoots out from him since he’s unable to keep control on it in this state, and so it’s taking his anger and pain out on the things around him, thankfully avoiding you in the process. You move down his face, down his neck, and to his shoulder where you have to cut away more of his uniform. The wound doesn’t get any better until it finally cuts off just below his collarbone, and it gives you a feeling of relief, like a light at the end of a tunnel. You clean as much of the blood as you can, then layer on ointment and gauze. You gather a general sense of his condition with your Force, digging deeper than the surface which is now unbelievably easy with him in a weakened state, unable to put up as many walls against your prodding. The ones he does have up are weak and simple to bring down. You almost feel bad… almost. The salve is doing it’s work, trying so desperately to start the regeneration process in a desolate environment, but it’s doing a good job of easing his pain and bringing him steadily away from death’s doorstep. You begin to clean the remaining injuries until there’s urgent beeping at the control panel, drawing your attention.

You huff, straightening yourself. Kylo’s stable enough to where you could leave him to see whatever’s causing the disturbance, but it still makes you uneasy. You unclip your cloak, rolling it into an odd shape and putting it at one end of the table. You then ease him onto his back, idly feeling the warmth of his body beneath the layers, his head lying against your cloak. “Rest,” you order, “we’ll be back to the main ship soon, so you can get proper medical attention.”

His dark eyes watch you as you move to leave, his face drawn into a tired neutrality. “You did a good job.” His words are quiet, weak, but they make you stop regardless. There’s something else he wanted to say that he kept to himself, something he’s quickly hid away so you can’t access it. You feel some mixed emotions with a lingering sense of gratitude he’s trying to beat down, creating a weird feeling of embarrassment in him.

You don’t look at him, but the slight rise of your shoulders is enough. You clear your throat. “Thanks.”

You enter the cockpit—the beeping having not stopped—and slump into the chair. The blood staining your hands smears across the control panel as you mess with it, trying to receive whatever message is trying to come in. The radio communicator buzzes to life. “There you are, finally.” Hux. “I was beginning to wonder if your transport was an empty carrier.”

The muscles in your jaw tense automatically, words bitten through your teeth. “Do you have something important to say, Hux?”

“Did you manage to retrieve Commander Ren?” He asks, annoying voice made more annoying by the crackling of the comms.

A small growl builds at the base of your throat at his tone, like he doubted you were going to be able to succeed. There’s a reason the task was entrusted to you and not him, and it’d do him good to remember that. “Yes, I did. We almost didn’t make it before your little project ate itself alive. Really great job, by the way.” You know that has the general seething, you can practically see the way his nostrils would flare and his eyes widen in your mind. Starkiller has become both the height and ultimate failure of his career, and you’re just digging bloody fingers into his open wound. “Did the Fleet members on the base make it back?”

Now it’s Hux’s turn to bite his words. “No need to worry, General, all your friends made it back in one piece. I would suggest you hurry back to the Finalizer, there’s much to be done.” And then he’s gone, the communicator clicking off.

“Stupid bastard.” You spit.

You glance back at Kylo, a black mass laying on a fold-out table far too small for someone his size, his eyes closed. It makes another spike of panic spear through your chest, wondering if he died when you turned your back for just a moment, but a brief reach with the Force has you relaxing. He’s just fine—well, as fine as he can be in a state like that: covered in gauze, sedated to hell, bleeding, trying not to aggravate the wounds by moving. You study him for a second longer before turning back to the control panel, the Finalizer coming into frame along the upper edge of the glass paneling of the viewport. There’s a sense of foreboding that comes along with the appearance of the massive flagship, one that has you steeling yourself and sitting up a little straighter.

It seems one chapter has just ended and another one is just beginning.

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