Kylo doesn't need to use the Force to know that General Hux is vibrating with barely-contained fury. Her hands are curled into fists, her lips white, the elaborate red braids that crown her head pulled back far too tight for comfort. "A word will do, General."
"Off-course." Hux nearly spits out the words. "An explanation, if you will."
"I received intelligence that a portion of the map I seek was on Jakku. It made sense to divert us immediately."
"And you did this during my sleeping period, without consulation, without--"
"I have been authorized by the Supreme Leader to use any means necessary to--"
"You were authorized to collaborate with me!" Hux barks. "I have no objection to you carrying out your directive, Madame Ren, but I will not allow you to ruin the precision of my plans." Her red lip lifts in a sneer. "I've set the course right, but we'll be half a day behind schedule, and you'll certainly have to answer to Snoke for this."
Kylo shrugs. She knows the Supreme Leader's vision spans centuries. What is half a day to such a creature?
"Well?" Hux crosses her arms and begins to tap her shiny, black-clad toe on the deck. "What do you have to say for yourself, Madame Ren?"
Kylo takes in Hux's yardstick-straight back, her ridiculously padded and sharp shoulders, the high starched collar that hides all but an inch of the general's neck. If they were alone in the dank citadel where Kylo did her training, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. She'd sink her teeth into Hux's pale, creamy skin, rip her to shreds with the power of her fury.
"You sound like my mother."
That makes Hux's pale eyebrows rise. "I am not your mother. I am your General. And you will show me the respect that my station--"
It's easy, too easy, for Kylo to curl her fist, to imagine her hands wrapped around Hux's neck.
The wretched woman's eyes go wide. She staggers backwards, clawing at her neck. Kylo laughs, arm outstretched so that Hux can see exactly what's strangling her, how little hope she has against the power of the Force.
"You seem even more like her," Kylo mocks. "From your petulance to your whining voice to your stupid, ostentatious braids. I always wanted to do this to her when she was nagging me. Make her shut up for once."
That's when Hux's eye twitches. Kylo can see it turn from cruel blue to a kind of wild green, and then Hux is lunging at her, hands outstretched.
It's ridiculous. The woman can't breathe, she's being choked by something she can't see. Yet those long, sharp fingernails are yanking down Kylo's cowl, thumbnails pressing into the soft hollow of her throat. Impossible, idiotic, and yet Kylo's the one pressed against the wall and gasping for air.
Fill -- Wings Off Flies, 1/?
Kylo doesn't need to use the Force to know that General Hux is vibrating with barely-contained fury. Her hands are curled into fists, her lips white, the elaborate red braids that crown her head pulled back far too tight for comfort. "A word will do, General."
"Off-course." Hux nearly spits out the words. "An explanation, if you will."
"I received intelligence that a portion of the map I seek was on Jakku. It made sense to divert us immediately."
"And you did this during my sleeping period, without consulation, without--"
"I have been authorized by the Supreme Leader to use any means necessary to--"
"You were authorized to collaborate with me!" Hux barks. "I have no objection to you carrying out your directive, Madame Ren, but I will not allow you to ruin the precision of my plans." Her red lip lifts in a sneer. "I've set the course right, but we'll be half a day behind schedule, and you'll certainly have to answer to Snoke for this."
Kylo shrugs. She knows the Supreme Leader's vision spans centuries. What is half a day to such a creature?
"Well?" Hux crosses her arms and begins to tap her shiny, black-clad toe on the deck. "What do you have to say for yourself, Madame Ren?"
Kylo takes in Hux's yardstick-straight back, her ridiculously padded and sharp shoulders, the high starched collar that hides all but an inch of the general's neck. If they were alone in the dank citadel where Kylo did her training, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. She'd sink her teeth into Hux's pale, creamy skin, rip her to shreds with the power of her fury.
"You sound like my mother."
That makes Hux's pale eyebrows rise. "I am not your mother. I am your General. And you will show me the respect that my station--"
It's easy, too easy, for Kylo to curl her fist, to imagine her hands wrapped around Hux's neck.
The wretched woman's eyes go wide. She staggers backwards, clawing at her neck. Kylo laughs, arm outstretched so that Hux can see exactly what's strangling her, how little hope she has against the power of the Force.
"You seem even more like her," Kylo mocks. "From your petulance to your whining voice to your stupid, ostentatious braids. I always wanted to do this to her when she was nagging me. Make her shut up for once."
That's when Hux's eye twitches. Kylo can see it turn from cruel blue to a kind of wild green, and then Hux is lunging at her, hands outstretched.
It's ridiculous. The woman can't breathe, she's being choked by something she can't see. Yet those long, sharp fingernails are yanking down Kylo's cowl, thumbnails pressing into the soft hollow of her throat. Impossible, idiotic, and yet Kylo's the one pressed against the wall and gasping for air.