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sharpnothashtag · 3 years ago

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The Good Ship CrushWay, Chapter 53 CW: death

Right where we left off

Ro: Ro to Captain Janeway. KJ: You'd better be dying, Ro. Ro: We're at DS9, Captain. KJ: Commence docking procedures. Get their doctor on the line--tell them they're going to have a thousand drones to work on while my wife recovers. Miles: (walking into Sick Bay with Bashir over his shoulder) Yeah, about that. (heaves Bashir onto a biobed. He does NOT look good.) The doctor for DS9 is already here. And he is (Bashir leans over the bed and vomits. The EMH runs to him to try to assess what's going on.) Garak: Oh, dear. Try not to get any on your suit, dear doctor. It'll ruin the Andulavian silk. KJ: Dear God. (swinging her legs over the bed, hopping up) Janeway to Data. Data: Go ahead, Captain. KJ: You, Seven of Nine, and Tom need to beam over to DS9 and start surgeries immediately. Train their medical personnel asap. Once Dr. Crusher and Dr. ... uh... Garak: Julian Bashir. I know it doesn't look like it right now, but he's a very competent doctor. Miles: When he isn't drunk. KJ: Right. Once they recover, they'll relieve whoever is down there. Janeway to Paris. Tom (literally standing right there): Captain? KJ: (she jumps) Gah. Get down to DS9--you, Seven, and Data have a lot to do. Tom: (leaving, dragging Seven along with him) On our way. (KJ kisses Bev and heads to the bridge.)

Bridge

Ro: (hailing noise) Captain, we're being hailed. KJ: Open a channel. Ro: Channel open, on screen. KJ: This is Captain Ka-- Dukat: Welcome to my end of the quadrant, Captain. I trust that you're in need of my assistance? KJ: Gul Dukat. Do you have any medical personnel you can spare? Dukat: My doctor has already beamed down to the station to assist. Unfortunately, he is the only one I can spare. Is there anything else I can help you with? KJ: Unless you've already searched the Alma nebula yourself. Dukat: No, I've been a bit busy. But, once the initial threat is neutralized, I have arranged a celebration for all of you aboard the station. KJ: As soon as that celebration is warranted, we'll be happy to oblige. First, we need to make sure everything is stable. We'll be in touch if we need anything further from you. Aiftadaa out. (end transmission) I'll be in my ready room.

Ready Room

Doorbell chime KJ: Come in. Tasha: All the drones have been evacuated. Awaiting your orders. KJ: Sit. (Tasha sits.) What's the official word on Tora Ziyal's death? Tasha: Cause of death? (KJ nods.) Shot, execution style. Why? KJ: Seven said that the door was locked for them "by the decree of the Obsidian order." Tasha: That's strange. The Obsidian order doesn't even want the fact that they exist to be public knowledge. KJ: Exactly. So why would they randomly lock a door? What was in that section of Cargo Bay 1? Tasha: Drones in regeneration mode, maybe a few security guards. Nothing more. KJ: Was there anyone that was supposed to be there but wasn't? Tasha: (pulling out a pad) It looks like Lieutenant Daneel was supposed to be there. But they were having a date with Data. They got one of the other crewmen to cover for them. KJ: Who else knew about our duty roster? Was it sent anywhere off the ship? Tasha: No. KJ: So there's no way anyone off the ship could know about who was supposed to be where? Tasha: I didn't say that. (KJ--eyebrow) B'Elanna and Daneel have been working together on some kind of covert communications system under my orders. A preventative measure, in case we're boarded or taken over. They've been working on it, but it may not be untraceable yet. If it isn't, whatever they've been doing may show up on sensor range for someone who is specifically looking for it. KJ: What does that have to do with the duty roster? Tasha: It is a HIGHLY IMPROBABLE situation, but IF B'Elanna posted the roster in Engineering in a specific way near enough to where they were working on the system... KJ: Spit it out, Tasha. Tasha: Okay, so you know how when you spill something, it spreads? If there was any kind of spill in the tech they've been using, anything around it would be fair game. This newer technology--it's almost sentient. It takes whatever it finds and broadcasts it to wherever it needs to go. If they haven't set that information very specifically, then there is no telling where it could broadcast to. KJ: (I don't think my brain can handle any more of that.) Go see if you can track where Dukat's ship has been. It can't be coincidence that he showed up just seconds after we did. Tasha: Understood. KJ: Dismissed. (Tasha gets up to leave, and Daneel nearly runs into her.) Glasses: (with tears running down their face, distraught) I need to speak with the Captain. (Tasha nods and leaves respectfully. Daneel lays face down on the couch. KJ isn't sure what exactly to do.) KJ: I'll be here when you're ready to talk. (A minute later, Data bursts in the door. He sees Daneel, and he goes over to them. He nudges them gently. They move over a little, and Data holds them until they stop sobbing.) KJ: Not that I'm not happy to see you, Data, but what are you doing here? Data: Daneel is my partner. They need me, so I am here. KJ: Were you able to get someone to help Tom and Seven with their surgeries? (Data nods. He helps Daneel sit up.) Glasses: My glasses are going to be helping me to speak. This is a very emotional thing for me. (KJ nods.) When I was a young child, my friends and I decided to-- KJ: I do know you were a Zoma Devotà, and I know what your mission was. You don't have to go into it if you don't want to. Daneel (tearfully nodding, mouthing): Thank you. Glasses: After it was all done, I lived in fear that Dukat was going to come find me and kill me. Sometimes I can turn that fear off. I have only seen him once in our communications. I never told him my name. I never let him see me. But then earlier when the communication system became Cardassian, Data was there to comfort me. We even made a game out of a few things to keep my mind off of it. I was so happy. Then I came to the bridge to resume my duties. I walked on the bridge, and the face that has dominated my nightmares nearly all my life was there, giant on the viewscreen. I immediately dropped to the ground to hide behind the console. I have been there for several minutes. Data: While they were down, they called me. They

expressed their concerns, and I came to help. KJ: Daneel, we will have a security detail on you the entire time you are in this area of the quadrant. Dukat will not lay a finger on you. Glasses: What if he kidnaps me and holds me for ransom? KJ: Daneel Akares, on my ship, we leave no one behind. We will come for you. You have my word. Data, please take Daneel to their quarters. Hold them for as long as they need. I will come relieve you myself in a few hours.

Dukat's ship, Dukat's quarters, Dukat is pacing and lecturing another Cardassian (Dilmod).

Dukat: I cannot believe you are so incompetent. Dilmod: It was a split second. Dukat: You were the top of your graduating class. You told me you could do this, no problem. Dilmod: I told you that it was a split second when the shields were down. I couldn't get you all the way there before they came back up. I saved your life. You would have been beamed into space. Dukat: It doesn't take that long to beam anyone anywhere! Dilmod: Gul, with all due respect, this is my area of expertise. I could stand here and explain it to you, or I could leave you here to sulk until we get another opportunity. Dukat: You're dismissed, Dilmod.

Dilmod exits. Dukat sinks into a chair and begins to cry. This is not a way we have seen Dukat act--he is broken. Scene change: KJ rings Daneel's doorbell. Data comes to the door. He gestures for KJ to step into the hallway. KJ obliges.

KJ: What is it, Data? Data: I want to make something clear. KJ: Yes? Data: Daneel is my partner. I care about them. If Dukat comes to hurt them again, I will need to be restrained until Dukat is out of my reach. KJ: Data, that is an emotional response. Are you okay? Data: I am aware of that. I do not know why I am responding this way, but Miles is aware of the situation. KJ: This is not a question I want to ask, but I need to know. Do you just want to kill him, or do you want to torture him? Data: I want to end Daneel's pain. I do not believe torturing Dukat will accomplish that goal. I believe ending Dukat's life will help begin the healing process for Daneel. There is no reason to extend that process. KJ: Thank you for being honest with me. I will adjust the settings in the brig. (Data nods and opens the door for KJ. KJ enters to a shaking Daneel.) Daneel. I'm here to protect you. Daneel: With all due respect, Captain, you're around 160 cm tall and thin. You couldn't protect me from Dukat. KJ: Stand up, Lieutenant. (Daneel stands. KJ roundhouse kicks them in the face.) Daneel: (from the floor) Okay. You can stay.

Later. Doorbell. KJ gets up to answer the door, phaser in hand. At the door is Tasha.

Tasha: May I come in? I'm your relief. Daneel: Yes. Tasha: I do have something to update both of you on before you leave, Captain. (KJ sits next to Daneel and nods.) Captain, do you remember the very specific situation I told you would make it possible for someone outside the ship to find the duty roster? (KJ nods.) That's what has occurred. Daneel: Someone saw the duty roster from outside the ship? Tasha: We have no way of knowing that. However, the necessary elements for that event to occur were in place. KJ: That's troubling. Is there any word on that other matter we discussed? Tasha: Yes. Can we speak outside? Daneel: I know you're talking about Dukat's whereabouts. (Tasha and KJ blink in surprise.) You don't think I figured out that the other very important matter that you're conveniently not mentioning to me right now in my triggered state is about Dukat? I'm not an idiot. KJ: (gently) Daneel, on the off chance that something happens and Dukat captures you and demands to know what you know, we need you to remain oblivious. Understood? (Daneel nods. KJ and Tasha step into the hallway.) Tasha: Captain, he's been tracking us covertly since a week before the communication system incident. KJ: That's about what I expected. Tasha: What should we do next? KJ: If my senior staff wasn't handling other things right now, I would be calling a meeting in the conference room. I have an endgame, but I'm open to suggestions in the meantime. Tasha: It would be really nice to throw a drink in his face. KJ: (smiling slightly) Last time I did that, I destroyed the Borg Queen. Let's try to think of something else. Tasha: I'll keep thinking while on my shift. (KJ smiles, nods, and walks off.)

Bridge

KJ: Ro, would you open a channel to DS9? I'd like a status update. Ro: Channel open. KJ: This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the USS Aiftadaa requesting a status update on the Borg surgeries. Sisko: Hello, Captain Janeway. I just had an update handed to me. The team down there, stocked with your medical personnel and all the available, appropriately trained team members I could spare, is through the first 100 drones. I see here that Commander Data has requested an update on Lieutenant Daneel. KJ: Tell Data that Daneel is doing just fine. I just switched off a shift with Tasha. Ro is in a few hours. Is Data functioning within established parameters? Sisko: He specifically mentioned that he is. KJ: Good. Kira: Kathryn! It's good to see you. KJ: You as well, Nerys. Ro is here with me! Ro: Hi, Nerys! Kira: I have a small favor to ask of you. Ro: What can we do for you? Kira: ...May I come meet Lieutenant Daneel? KJ: Let me check with them to see if they are up to it. If they are, you can come with Ro to relieve Tasha. Kira: Thank you so much. I've never gotten to meet them before. KJ: Well, I'll check with them after I go down and check on my wife. Sisko: If you would check on Dr. Bashir and Garak as well and send us a status update, that would be nice. KJ: I'd be happy to. Janeway out. (screen goes blank. KJ smiles.) Ro, the bridge is yours.

Dukat's ship, bridge

Dukat: Daro, are we in position to pinpoint the location of this Zoma? Daro: I am unsure. We have been monitoring their communications. It seems as if the Zoma has been sequestered in a specific area of the ship for protection and comfort. However, there may be someone beaming down soon. Captain Janeway is going to check on the doctors in sick bay to see if they have recovered enough to join the effort on Terok Nor. Dukat: Tap into Janeway's combadge. Let's hear what she says when she says it.

Sick Bay

KJ: (stroking Bev's face) How do you feel, Bev? Bev: (groggily) Let me stand up and see. (Bev stands up. She walks a few steps. She motions for KJ, who catches her before she falls.) KJ: I suppose that means no? (Bev nods, paler than normal.) I guess we've learned our lesson about letting Tom Paris throw us in the air? Bev: (Bev pretend-laughs) Shut the actual hell up. (KJ smiles good naturedly. She helps Bev back to the bio bed and lets her rest. Bashir is nowhere to be seen.) Dr. Bashir? Bashir: (coming out from Bev's office, as if he had never been drunk) Captain. It's good to meet you. Garak: (also coming from Bev's office, his hair a mess and uniform slightly askew) You have met. And you did make quite the impression. Bashir: I must apologize for my behavior upon our meeting. KJ: Think nothing of it. We have all had been at least sort of close to where you were. Bashir: (wincing slightly) I have been checking on Beverly. She has been doing well, but she just needs one more day of rest. KJ: That's fine. More hours I get to steal with her. Garak: Which, speaking of, we were in the middle of something...

Dukat's ship

Dukat: This isn't useful information! It's just newlywed nonsense! Bashir (over the monitor): Now, Garak. Maybe now that I'm not reeking of liquor, we can go back to the station. Maybe continue our...activities there? Dukat: Please stop. Daro: Gul, that means we'd have an opening. Dukat: Absolutely no part of me wants to think about Garak having sex. Daro: But-- Dukat: LITERALLY NO PART, DARO. KJ (over the monitor): You have been requested to help with the surgeries, Dr. Bashir. I'm sure that Tom Paris needs a break by now. Are you ready to go? Bashir (over the monitor): How about this: We'll pack up everything here, and then we'll beam over to DS9. I'll contact Captain Sisko and tell him ETA 20 minutes. KJ (over the monitor): Sounds good. I'll check in with you all soon. Dukat: 20 minutes. I will be in the transporter room, on the pad. Dilmod, you will accompany me and beam me out the second there is an opening. Dilmod: Understood.

KJ, approaching Daneel's quarters. She rings the doorbell. Tasha's voice comes from behind the door. Tasha: Who are you? KJ: Captain Kathryn Janeway. Tasha: (opening the door, holstering her phaser) What is it, Captain? KJ: Daneel, you have someone who wants to meet you. Her name is Kira, and she is a friend of Ro's. Do you feel up to having a visitor? Daneel: Sure. Major Kira Nerys? KJ: Yes. Daneel: She was a part of the militia. I was told she was an integral piece in the resistance. KJ: That's what I've heard, too. I'll go tell her that she can come over when it's Ro's turn to switch out with Tasha in an hour or so.

Dukat's ship, transporter room Dukat: Don't even tell me when the time comes. Just beam me. Dilmod: Understood. Dukat: (looking like he has something to say) Dilmod, I just want you to know--(he is beamed onto the Aiftadaa.)

Dukat on the Aiftadaa. Dukat: (touching a panel, typing in a code. whispering) Computer, what is the location of Lieutenant Daneel? Computer: Lieutenant Daneel is in their quarters. Dukat: Show me where that is. (The computer presents a map. Dukat smiles, pulls out a phaser, and orients himself to follow the map.)

Daneel's doorway, Dukat rings the bell

Tasha (from behind the door): Who is it? (Dukat presses a button on a small device. From the small device:) KJ: Captain Kathryn Janeway.

Tasha holsters her phaser, opens the door. Dukat immediately shoots the phaser out of its holster, then shoots Tasha's hand, then shoots Tasha in the chest. Tasha falls to the floor. Daneel freezes, whimpering quietly in the corner of their couch. Dukat walks forward, stepping over Tasha's body.

Dukat: I've been waiting for this for a long time, Daneel Akares. (He inches closer. He points the phaser directly at Daneel. Daneel cries silently, closing their eyes.) Hold out your hand.

Daneel thinks nothing of it and holds their hands out. Slowly, Dukat inches closer. He puts the phaser in Daneel's hands and kneels in front of them. Daneel, thoroughly confused, opens their eyes.

Daneel: What's going on? Dukat: (with tears slipping down his face) It has to be you. Daneel: To do what? Dukat: You have to kill me. Daneel: Why me? Dukat: You tried all those years ago, and you failed. I was glad then, but now, I want to die. Daneel: Why do you want me to kill you? Dukat: So many reasons. I lost Ziyal. Everyone in my family disowned me. My officers don't respect me. I hate myself. I have nothing left. It has to be you. You don't believe in the Prophets. You won't stand for judgement. I'm not damning you. Just put the phaser to my head, and let me be with Ziyal. Daneel: You don't know who I've become. Dukat: Have you grown up well? If I remember correctly, you hid from me somewhere with your parents. Daneel: I won't tell you where it was, but there wasn't much socialization for me. It wasn't a great childhood. Dukat: I'm to blame for that. Kill me. Daneel: Things got better. People brought us food. Dukat: I'll bet the food was rotten and that there wasn't enough. That's my fault, too. Kill me. Daneel: I had a tough time keeping myself calm. The bomb used to tick inside my chest whenever I would get too anxious. Dukat: You weren't allowed to have a normal emotional spectrum. I'm a monster. Kill me. Daneel: Then the Traveller defused the bomb. Dukat: It wouldn't have been there in the first place if I had never been there. Kill me. Daneel: I met Ziyal once. She was a nice person. Dukat: Then I took her away. I brought her out of safety. And now she's dead because of me. (crying harder) Kill me, please. Daneel: No, she's dead because of the Obsidian order. Dukat: (sinking down to the floor, sobbing) They said she was a threat to Cardassian society. How? She was so young. Daneel: So were my friends. Dukat: None of your friends deserved to die. Just like Ziyal didn't deserve to die. Daneel: My friends did what they thought they had to do, but that doesn't make what we did right. (They kneel down next to Dukat.) What you did was wrong. But killing you would be wrong, too. And adding another wrong to a stack of wrongs doesn't right them. Dukat: Then give me the phaser. I will do it myself. (He goes to grab the phaser, but before he can get there, Tasha tackles him. Daneel helps Tasha restrain him. They finally knock him out. Daneel sticks their communicator to Dukat.) Daneel: Daneel to Miles. Beam my signal to the brig. Miles: What? Daneel: Now, chief! (He is beamed away. Tasha, in a lot of pain, tries to stand. Daneel quickly gets up and helps her. They help her to sick bay.)

Sick Bay: Daneel, Tasha, EMH, KJ

KJ: I could not be more proud of you, Daneel. Daneel: (beaming) Thank you, Captain. KJ: You're welcome. Do you think Dukat needs medical attention? Daneel: It wouldn't hurt. What he really needs is someone to talk to. KJ: Do you know how to get a hold of Patrick? Daneel: I think Chief O'Brien knows. (KJ nods and taps her combadge.) KJ: Miles, would you get Q and Patrick here? Tell Patrick that there's someone who needs his help in the brig. Miles: Yes, Captain. KJ: Daneel, I think you should be the one to tell Data. He will be thrilled. (Daneel cocks an eyebrow.) In his own way.

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ablogcalledrevenge · 5 years ago

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Potential (A General Hux x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated T)

Chapter Four

The sex did help, infrequent as it was sometimes. It was easier to talk once the clothes and pretenses had been removed and the both of you were more relaxed. It felt safer, in a way, to engage in pillow talk. It was easier to talk about everything, from your treasonous plot to the shipment of fruit that the ship received.

Because you and Hux still fought, still argued. True, you hadn’t had a fight like that first one. You were grateful for that. But you and your husband were both headstrong people with specific wants and ideas. Arguing about it made sense, but there was an underlying respect there that wasn’t present before. The fights never went on too long, or got too vicious. Usually, after getting your initial frustration out- sometimes through yelling and sometimes through sex- you were able to figure out a solution.

Hux was trying, and you could appreciate that. You did appreciate that. You understood his background, the way he had been raised. Sympathy you had in spades for him. So to have him take a breath before responding in cruel anger, or thank you for something you did, meant the world to you. There was a vulnerability he was starting to let show. Only visible in the darkness of your bedroom or the steam from the shower. It wasn’t a quick or perfect process but he was trying. In return, you were too.

You were trying to be less stubborn, less haughty. You’d been crafting these ideas and plans for so long but you had to be open to change and collaboration. That’s why you got married after all. You wanted someone to work with. You didn’t want to be alone. You’re surprised you didn’t realize it earlier, but neither does Hux. You’ve both been denied so much in different ways that perhaps this marriage was always going to happen. You’re not ashamed or embarrassed to admit how much you need him now, how much you want him. Thankfully, he echoes your sentiment and his genuine affection for you is visible in every space you share together.

You hear several beeps as you get dressed, memories from the night before dissipating in your head. You’re about to turn around from your bureau to see the cause of the noise when it reveals itself in the form of a fast wheeling mouse droid quickly zipping back into it’s charging post. Then, as if on cue, your Tooka bounds out from under the bed. You snatch her up before she attempts to attack the poor droid.

“Now Millie, we’ve talked about this. No hunting the droids. You have plenty of toys to chase after, leave Messy alone.” You scold, placing her on a tall carpeted ledge. Meowing once, she stretches languorously before curling up on her perch. Shaking your head, you playfully swat at her bushy orange and white tail before continuing your morning routine.

Your husband had asked you to accompany him on the bridge today. This was both to learn more about his job and the ship you lived on and to have you present for a council meeting later. It was a good idea, you concede as you put on your shoes. Shouldn’t a wife be interested in her husband’s work, especially when it surrounded their lives? Shouldn’t a wife of a high ranking general get to know her husband’s superiors? If you were also going to be analyzing each and every one of them for weaknesses, well, that was just between you and your husband.

Getting rid of an entire High Council is not an easy or quick task but you’ve always been patient. The Council has 7 members, all older Imperial officers, with no one waiting in the wings. It’s honestly very telling that these men consider themselves so powerful and irreplaceable that they have not provided someone to step into their roles should something happen. But their folly was your gain and you revel in the exploitation to come.

“Well Millie, what do you think?” You ask the kitten, twirling in a small circle. Though she does perk up at the mention of her name, she barely spares you a glance. Much like the person who gifted her to you, she is not very interested in fashion. Still, you think your outfit is appropriate today.

Your dress is surprisingly simple and modest. You want to be able to blend in behind your husband, something easily passed over and ignored. You don’t want your presence to keep the Council from holding their tongues. The gown is a plain blue-gray jaberwool with a silk lining and thin leather belt to almost pay homage to the specific silhouette of First Order uniforms. Perhaps the only thing that sets it apart from the bland clothing of officers was the neckline. Instead of fitting snugly around your neck, the collar pulled out over one shoulder and down past your clavicle in both an elegant and risque cut. If the open neck also happens to show off a lovely little purple bite mark your darling had left the night before, all the better.

The last thing you do before leaving your quarters is put on a pair of pearl and diamond drop earrings. You decide to forgo your tiara or circlet today, instead braiding your hair up and back in a raised dome. It reminds you a little of an Alderaanian style, long since passed. The earrings start off dark gray, the same color as your dress before fading slowly into pure white with each level, small sparkling diamonds separating each change. They exude your status while also being less noticeable than a crown, and satisfied with your appearance, you leave your quarters to find your husband.

The bridge is bustling and noisy when you enter, everyone doing their jobs to ensure the might of the First Order and keep things running smoothly. As you approach your husband, grimacing at something on his datapad like always, the click of your heels stands out among the sounds. He turns and sees you, a small and rare smile gracing his lips. Holding out your gloved hand, he grasps it lightly, bringing it to his lips for a respectful kiss. Then he surprises you by tugging you towards him and placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hello my dear, looking lovely as ever.” He says as his officers scurry below you. His eyes roam up and down your form approvingly before zeroing in on the open neck and the mark displayed there. You give him a cheeky smile when his face pinks for a brief moment.

“I’m glad you think so darling. I wanted to match your officers in a way.” You explain, hands still clasped together in their respective leather gloves.

“You do in a remarkable way, and yet, I shouldn’t be shocked that you’ve managed to tweak it to your own extravagant nature.” He teases as he walks you over to a screen. It’s displaying all kinds of data and statistics. The Order is looking for a new base, wanting to introduce land troops and influence over various populations without having to fly down stormtroopers every time there’s trouble. Your husband had been going over various planets for days now, nixing some outright while spending hours comparing others.

“Any luck finding a base?” You ask, eyes flitting over the numbers. Hux shrugs and releases your hand to fiddle with the controls, pulling up the image of a forest planet.

“We’re still looking at a few contenders but right now Serenno seems to be the best option. The population is mostly humanoid and easily suppressible though they have had a bit of bad luck with their economy and may welcome us and the jobs we create. The soil there is nutrient rich and we could use the farmland as well as the various sources of energy the planet provides. It’s not official yet, but the terrain and atmo would be perfect for a stationary base and training facility.” He says, pulling up pictures of the bright forests and rolling fields. You didn’t particularly care about where the Order places a base, but you knew it was ultimately important to Hux.

As the day progresses, he takes you to the various departments of the Order, introducing you to all the team leaders and heads. Your husband seems particularly excited to visit the engineering department and it unlocks something in your chest to see him ask such specific questions and offer suggestions that work. There are so many strange sides to him, it’s enjoyable to have them appear.

It also is quite the boost to your ego, being shown around the ship like you are. Everyone knows who you are and what you represent and the amount of congratulations and gifts you receive during the day is touching. There was a part of you, in the early days of your marriage, that worried about whether or not the First Order would love you as much as it did Hux. You were under it’s banner your whole life, but you were also very unmilitary. So to have your husband’s subordinates welcome you so obviously and kindly, eased those worries almost instantly. Perhaps they saw in you a return to the glory and sophistication of the Empire or perhaps they just noticed the half smiles your darling graced you with or the lack of dark circles under his green eyes.

It’s quite a wonderful day, meeting everyone and learning how such an imposing ship was run. It was invigorating to see your husband in his element, commanding troops and issuing orders. No one could say that he wasn’t good at his job, that much was for certain. The admiration he gains from his officers on the bridge, and from you in private, is well deserved.

After a quiet lunch, which devolved rapidly from getting your stubborn husband to try your more palatable food to an indulgent makeout session against the wall, it was time for the meeting with the Council.

Adjusting your husband’s collar and smoothing back his hair, you enter the long meeting room following him as he sits in his appointed chair. The Council was not on board; were rarely on board, so instead of everyone sitting around the sleek paristeel table, they sat only on one side. General Hux, because of rank and respect, sits in the middle seat, while the rest of the majors and captains sit next to him. You choose to stand behind your darling, blending in with the walls and providing a figurative and literal hand against his back.

Just before the meeting starts, the doors swish open and Kylo Ren storms in, his dark cape fluttering behind him. Like you, he chooses to stand, but unlike you he stays in the corner almost fully disappearing into the darkness. He’s still so strange to you, so unpredictable. But, whether he wants to or not, he invites curiosity. You want to get to know him, learn more about him. Your husband speaks disparagingly of him, but you were sure there was more hidden under the surface. That was something to explore later, you thought, as the screens in front of you flicker to life.

The meeting starts with roll and the expected topics of conversation. It follows with circular arguing and tedium. You understand the reasoning behind group decision making and a forum of discussion, but when you take over, these will be the first things to go. Your husband will have advisors of course, but he will make the final choice and none but you shall question him. A movement catches your eye just then, Lord Ren crossing his arms, and you quickly try to clear your mind. How foolish of you to forget the Force user in the room, to forget who he reported to. The last thing you needed was an errant thought to ruin you. You clench your hands in your gloves and hope he’s focused on the more powerful men and women in the room.

The topic eventually and thankfully changes to where the Order base should be stationed. Various officers speak about their preferred planet, providing slides and information to explain their choice. Hux goes last and it is very clear after a few minutes that he has won the support of his fellow officers around the room. The Council will make the ultimate decision after speaking with the Supreme Leader, but it’s obvious your husband has done his research and is passionate about his choice. You beam with pride at his confident tone and crisp speech.

The Council weighs their decision, speaking of the pros and cons of each planet, with Hux’s suggestion of Serenno being the favored one. But then Allegiant General Pryde speaks up and you barely resist the urge to groan.

“I’m not convinced that Serenno would be the ideal place for a new training facility. It has many favorable qualities, but the other planets brought up do as well. Despite General Hux’s notes, I see no reason why we should pick it over any other. Fondor has our shipyards already in place and Subterrel has mining opportunities. Although if the Council is to truly give their opinions, I still say Exegol is an excellent choice for a new base.” He suggests, the flickering video giving him a blue tinge.

“While I don’t deny that Fondor or Subterrel would work fine, they already have their uses. Fondor is a shipyard, there’s limited space for courses and gyms and the constant machinery and flying around would mess with the cloaking devices and intelligence satellites. Subterrel is a mining planet, the terrain is too rocky and fragile in places to build permanent structures onto and the climate is too unpredictable. They could work, but Serenno is perfect in it’s simplicity. It has fields for farming and forests for shielding and training. The weather is temperate and there are no truly vicious species that would attack us. It is in the Outer Rim which provides an excellent spot in between various trade routes. It even has ties to Count Dooku, if you’re looking for something more spiritual and Separatist.” Hux explains, growing frustrated. It seems that Pryde is aware of his hold over your husband and enjoys exerting his power. His condescension practically leaks out of the video screen as the General continues to defend his ideas.

“And as for Exegol, that pathetic bastion of Sith energy, it is too unknown and unstable. The weather is almost always a downpour and would scramble any incoming or outcoming transmissions. While I hold little stock in the Force, you can not deny that the air is oppressive and dark there. There is something not right about that planet and I will not put my troops in danger out in the Unknown Regions! It has no trade routes, no resources, barely any lifeforms. With all due respect, Allegiant General, I don’t know why you continue to bring up that storm planet when everything points against it being even remotely useful. There is nothing there but old scraps of Star Destroyers and a failed Sith legacy!” Hux continues, getting more agitated. You step forward and place a hand on his shoulder, keeping him from leaping out of his chair. It calms him down a little, and he gathers his papers together as a way to center himself again. There is quiet in the room, everyone taken aback by your husband’s sudden ferocity and a few members of the council clear their throats in the awkward silence.

“All of you have provided excellent choices for the new base and I think I speak for the Council when I agree with General Hux about his choice. Serenno seems to have everything the First Order could need for a new permanent base and, once we receive confirmation from the Supreme Leader, construction and deployment can start right away. This concludes our meeting and the secretary droid will be sending you all the minutes shortly. You are dismissed.” The head of the council says, focusing the attention. He is a very old man, having started his career as a Lieutenant in the fledgling Empire and working his way up. It was time he retired, you thought offhandedly, watching him shakily raise a glass of water to his lips before signing off.

Other officers gather their things and exit, more screens turn off. The secretary droid makes a few beeps and exits as well; leaving only you, your husband, and Pryde’s image still in the room. Pryde is leaning back in his chair, eyes focusing intently on you. His gaze lingers on your neck and the bite mark and you can feel his stare as you swallow in trepidation.

“I’m surprised to see your wife here General, I was under the impression that she was not enlisted personnel.” He sneers. Hux bristles so minutely that it doesn’t show in his face but you can feel the insult under your palm.

“My job is one of my biggest concerns and I spend most of my time on the bridge. Any wife that I have would be remiss not to learn more about the things I consider important. Who am I to deny her the opportunity to learn about the Order?” He says casually, barely giving Pryde the courtesy of his attention.

“Although I will admit a lot of the conversation flew over my head. I have a lot to learn it seems.” You pipe up, smiling brightly at the image of Pryde. He smirks in response.

“As nice as it is to see you Lady Hux, let’s not make this a recurring appearance. I’ll speak with you shortly about the base plans, General.” With that, Pryde signs off and his image disappears. You let out an audible sigh of relief and sit down in a chair next to your husband.

“Stars I hate that man! I feel like he’s always looking at me, it makes my skin crawl.” You complain, taking off your gloves. Your darling chuckles and leans back in his chair as well.

“I can tell, he bothers me too. He was friends with my father growing up and I think it infuriates him that I’m General and my father is dead. Perhaps he’s mad he can’t shut me up the way he used to.” Hux muses, looking over at you softly, reaching out and taking your hand. He doesn’t have to say how Pryde used to silence him. The proof is in the faint scars on his back, the ones you have only seen a few times before, the ones you kiss in the hopes that your adoration will melt them away. If there was no other reason to get rid of Pryde and the Council, those scars would be enough.

“His obsession with Exegol is unusual and confusing. A Sith planet should not interest him so much, especially one that the Supreme Leader disregards.” Lord Ren says from his corner and you jump in your seat at the sound. Hux doesn’t react, used to the other man sulking around in strange places. You wonder if you should be afraid that he heard you speak against Pryde, but your husband hasn’t reacted much beyond a tightening of his jaw.

“Lord Ren, forgive me! I didn’t realize you were still here.” You apologize as he approaches the both of you. From your seated position he looks even larger than normal, the black of his uniform subsuming the lights in the room like a black hole.

“Don’t fret my dear, Ren was the one hiding in the shadows like a Mynock. He should apologize to you.” Hux drawls, glaring at Lord Ren’s helmet. There is a stand off between the two men and the air in the room grows thicker and thicker until it finally dissipates with Lord Ren speaking.

“You should consider being more agreeable like your wife. For once I am on your side, I too think Serenno is a good choice. The other planets are unworthy and useless to your cause. The Supreme Leader has many plans I am not privy to but none of them should involve Exegol.” The modulated voice says.

Hux nods his head and raises his eyebrows in acquiesce. You’re sure your face matches his.

“You have my thanks Lord Ren. I’m glad we’re seeing eye to eye on this matter.” He says diplomatically. The leather of Kylo Ren’s gloves creaks ominously in the pause though he doesn’t seem furious. In fact, his hidden gaze lasers in on you and your husband’s held hands.

It is safe to say you are surprised by Lord Ren’s behavior and the mystery of who he is grows deeper. You long to see what’s under the helmet, imagining that it must be absolutely hideous and monstrous. That to look upon the Knight’s face must cause madness or combustion. It must be awful. He turns to you then and your eyes widen with the realization that he has been divining your thoughts.

“It’s worse.” Is all he says before exiting the room. You let out a breath and glance sideways at your husband and smile.

“Oh, I like him.”

Hux rolls his eyes and leads you out of the room to continue his shift.

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Later in your quarters, you and your husband are enjoying dinner. Your meal is a delicious baked fish with seasoned vegetables, the scent wafting pleasantly around your head. For once, Hux has gotten the same thing as you, his immature palate enjoying the lighter fare of fish and vegetables over some of the heartier things you had before. You had to go slow with it, otherwise he could make himself sick with the richer flavors.

Millie has finished her dinner and now sleeps happily on top of your feet under the table. Messy, your affectionately named mouse droid, hasn’t left their charging station but you hoped she wouldn’t terrorize the poor metal thing for much longer. It was hard to send messages when your droid wouldn’t even cross the living room floor. But she’s quiet and still now, her purring is soft background noise to the conversation you’re having with your husband, recounting the day's events and making plans for tomorrow.

It isn’t until dessert; various fresh fruits in an attractive display, that you bring up something more serious.

“I don’t know if we’re going to be able to do this quickly. Killing the Council members all at once will look suspicious and treasonous and it will be harder to stay anonymous.” You breathe out, forking a piece of melon. Hux nods but doesn’t look worried. You feel guilty for being apprehensive, but seeing all the men together and safe in their homes makes you anxious.

“I knew that this would take the longest and that it would have to be done slowly. As much as I want to just open fire on the whole stupid lot of them, we must remain as distant from their deaths as possible. But I don’t think we have to tick off each member one by one over the course of several years.” He says, before popping a dark purple berry in his mouth. His lips twitch at the tartness of the fruit and a spark of desire ignites inside you.

“The death of their fellow members might make a few of them retire for their safety, that would take care of a few. But I’m also worried that if we rapidly take down a chunk of them, the others will respond with heightened security. I’m not a trained hitman, I can’t go up against higher protective measures.” You stress, wiping your mouth and pushing your plate away. Hux looks confused and you’re not sure why.

“What do you mean you’re not a hitman? You’re going to be the one to kill them? Absolutely not! I won’t allow it, I won’t put you in danger. I thought we’d hire a Mandalorian or some upstart Trooper.” He snaps, brows coming together in anger. Carefully pulling your feet out from under your cat, you get up and go to your husband, kneeling on the floor next to his chair. It’s a supplicated position, but you knew how to appeal to his ego.

“Darling I have to. We can’t involve anyone else in our plans, it’s too risky. Someone who can be bought may not care about our reasons but they also will divulge them to the highest bidder. We need to be overseeing everything and what better way than to do it ourselves. While I wasn’t out training with guards, I have taken courses in self defense. I know how to protect myself.” You say, clutching at his sleeve. He looks down at you, forehead relaxing.

“I don’t want you to get caught or hurt, (Y/N), it’s dangerous. Let me do it, I would certainly have reasons to be in close proximity to them.”

“No darling please, I have to do it. You have to stay as far removed as possible. You can’t be linked at all. You just need to look innocent. You need to be perceived as taking the power they leave behind with resigned confidence. It will endear you to the masses to view you as someone not grasping for power, but instead stepping up to be a leader. Coups can work, but this is not the right one.” You plead as he brushes his fingers across your brows and against your lips.

“Don’t you think my being married to the murderer connects me?” He asks, his voice growing fond. You turn your head to kiss his fingertips and the flame of arousal grows within you.

“Only if I get caught.” You counter and he leans forward to kiss you. You get back to your feet and he follows you, lips never leaving each other as you blindly move towards the ice blue couch where you straddle him. It’s a pose that reminds you of your first real memory of him, all those months ago in your parent’s estate. He still grabs and grips your waist with intensity and his eyes still hold such a calculating appraisal when he opens them in between kisses.

Your hands come up to run through his hair as you curve towards each other, breaking up the gelled strands. Your sister had recently become engaged to a businessman, some kind of droid oil mogul, and having seen a picture of the man you can’t help but admire your own husband’s appearance. The warm lighting of your quarters and impassioned down time only benefit him, making him look less wan and pallid than before. While you haven’t discussed it yet, and you aren’t ready for them, you hope your future children will have his looks. You briefly imagine a little boy with red hair and your husband’s dimples, something you had only seen once in the whole time you were married, and the thought causes you to sigh in happiness. Hux relaxes deeper into the couch and you unhook the top of his uniform tunic, your fingers splaying wide on his cool skin. It warms quickly under your touch. He pulls away after a few more moments of this, work always coming first.

“It may not surprise you but many of the Council’s members are incredibly corrupt. Skimming off the top, abusing officers, one even owns pleasure slaves if the open secrets are to be believed. I think with the right kind of publicity, we could spin this. Pin the deaths on a team of justice seeking vigilantes intent on exposing the truth. At the end of all this, we can even ‘discover’ the culprits to be the Resistance and stage an attack without recourse. There’s no downside for us. The Council is gone and with it, we can criticize their behavior and come out looking more worthy of support and praise. We pin it on the Resistance and take out a few of them in justifiable revenge. If you can kill these disgusting, useless men, I can make the Order love you for it.” Hux says and you surge up in a quick kiss before breaking it to tell him some very exciting news.

“I was invited by Colonel Paru’s wife to spend a long weekend at their estate. I believe several other members of the High Council will be there. Shall I come back with their heads for you?” You whisper, your lips moving against his in an almost kiss. You share the same breath and every time your husband leans forward to take them, you pull back imperceptibly.

His hand travels up your side and over your breast to your open collar. His thumb pushes against the bruise he made only the night before and you gasp at the touch.

“Heads seem too messy and hard to display. I don’t need proof of your success, just you.” He says, catching you off guard with tenderness and capturing your lips with his own. He tastes like victory.

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