themodawakens (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
themodawakens) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tfa_kink2016-02-07 01:55 pm
themodawakens) wrote in tfa_kink2016-02-07 01:55 pm
Entry tags:
PROMPT POST #3 - CLOSED
This post is closed to new prompts! Go here
prompt post one
prompt post two
+ All comments except fills should be posted anonymously.
+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
+ All prompt comments should begin with a pairing tag (eg Rey/Finn) or Gen for no pairing.
+ Use 'Any' when prompting for any pairing at all (eg Kylo/Any or Any/Any)
+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
+ Warn for common triggers, please
+ NO PROMPTS FEATURING CHARACTERS UNDER 18 IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
+ don't hijack other people's prompts.
+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
+ also, while this is not really a rule I can enforce, please try to limit yourselves to fewer than 5 prompts per page.
+ reposting prompts is currently not allowed.
+ no prompts based on real life tragic events. e.g: 9/11 au, concentration camp au, etc
+ PLAY NICE
FILL pt, 1- Kylo/Hux - Roughing it. Hux is Not Amused
(Anonymous) 2016-02-09 01:05 am (UTC)(link)He runs a quick personal assessment, ticking everything off on a mental checklist as he goes.
He was alive, clearly, which was usually a good start to things. Arms, legs, fingers, and toes all seemed to be accounted for. He couldn’t see, but the fading pain in his eyes suggested that was because of the brightness instead of any physical damage. Good.
He is laying on what feels like sand and possibly a small rock. Acceptable.
Could he move? He lifts an arm experimentally. Yes, with difficulty. Again, good.
There is a dry, baking heat in the air which, coupled with the sand, sends a mild warning klaxon up in his mind that he is no longer on board the Finalizer. He tugs at that thought, following it back to its source- he is off the ship, on some planet somewhere, but how and most of all why-
Ren.
The name flashes up red in his mind. His last thought before unconsciousness- Note to self, he had thought as the proximity warning on the shuttle’s computer started to scream; acrid black smoke was pouring out from under the console, and the outer hull had started to tremble- If I survive I am going to kill Kylo Ren.
The thought fills up the whole of his consciousness. Hux didn’t even have it in him to be angry at the Resistance for launching a strafing attack on the ship just days after the destruction of Starkiller Base, while they were still recouping their losses and trying to assess the damage done. He was still desperately scrambling personnel from every available sector just to organize the recovery efforts. A perfect target. And while their motley assortment of last-generation New Republic fighters and discount smuggling ships couldn’t hope to really take down the crown jewel of the First Order’s fleet, they could certainly cause problems.
The Resistance struck while he was weakened and disorganized; kicking the crew of the Finalizer while they were down. He doesn’t really blame them. It’s exactly what he would have done, if the situations were reversed.
They had been targeting any and all essential systems, seemingly causing damage simply for the sake of causing damage, he remembers. Striking and retreating. It should have been nothing he couldn’t handle; they were weakened, but they weren’t defenseless.
Memory trickles back in. Hux’s own very personal and immediate problems had begun when he was informed, in the midst of preparing to launch their counter-attack, that Lord Ren had just forced his way out of medical against orders and was attempting to commandeer a fighter.
“Then stop him,” he had snapped into the com. He didn’t have time for this. As wonderfully tempting as it was to let the man run off and get himself blown up, Hux had invested a significant amount of effort into rescuing the ungrateful wretch from Starkiller Base. Leader Snoke was expecting Kylo Ren delivered to him personally.
There was a palpable silence from the other end of the com. “… how, sir?”
“Just-“ Hux had paused, gritting his teeth. How indeed?
And he’d said then the words that he knew were going to haunt him for the rest of his life, however brief that was. “I’ll be right there.”
A voice cuts into his hazy recollection, “General? Are you awake, sir?”
Hux gingerly lifts his arm off of his eyes, squinting through the piercing glare at a vague white shape. “So it would seem.” His voice crackles, rough from disuse and smoke inhalation. He coughs, and it feels like his chest has been scoured from the inside.
As his eyes adjust to the light, the white shape resolves itself into Stormtrooper in scuffed armor. A gloved hand slides under his back, helping Hux sit up. The sand beneath him shifts. “Who are you?” he croaks.
“TR-4022, sir.”
“Where are we, TR-4022?”
“I’m not sure, sir. The planet is Allar. We got caught in the gravitational field as the shuttle went down. I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t see where we hit.”
“You did perfectly fine, TR-4022. What’s the state of the shuttle?”
“Offline, sir. Destroyed. We were lucky to get you out.”
It takes his battered mind a second to process the ‘we’.
“The other trooper that was with you?” Hux asks.
“TR-5993, sir? He… he didn’t make it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hux says automatically. He feels a momentary twinge of guilt, like an itch.
(“You two, come with me,” he’d said to the first pair of Stormtroopers to cross his path as he stalked down to the fighter bay. )
“He will, of course, receive full combat honors.” Then he groans, his scratched throat causing the sound to come out more like a wheeze.
“Ren? I don’t suppose you’ve done me a favor and died too?” He calls. A small, eternally hopeful part of Hux is already halfway preparing the speech he will give to Leader Snoke and the rest of the Order. ‘We’re all very saddened by Lord Ren’s passing. It was an unavoidable tragedy. His memory lives on…’ He wonders if he could get through it without laughing.
(Every TIE fighter that could fly was already out there shooing off the Resistance fighters like flies from a carcass. He’d found Lord Ren attempting to steal a small armed transport shuttle, designed to escort their smaller freighters.
“Get out of there right now,” he’d called up into the open hatch crossly, feeling more like the nursemaid to a particularly bratty child than a First Order General. “You do not have authorization to take this craft, Ren. It’s unnecessary. The fighters are handling it.”
The shuttle’s engines began to power up. “Ren? I know you hear me.” Hux had stormed up the gangplank, the two Stormtroopers dogging his heels nervously.
“She’s out there with them. I can feel it.” Ren had growled, talking more to himself than to Hux. He had gotten his mask back somewhere, although the voice regulator didn’t do much to hide the anxiety in his tone. He was itching for a fight; the air around him practically crackling with energy. His gloved hands flew through the start-up sequence.
“Who, your desert rat?”
“She’s taunting me.”
“I don’t care if she does a striptease in front of you and throws her underwear in your face, you-“
The floor beneath them lurched as the shuttle lifted off. )
“Try your luck again, General.” The voice is disappointingly clear, and comes from somewhere off to Hux’s right.
“Wonderful.”
Re: FILL pt, 1- Kylo/Hux - Roughing it. Hux is Not Amused
(Anonymous) 2016-02-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL pt, 1- Kylo/Hux - Roughing it. Hux is Not Amused
(Anonymous) 2016-02-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL pt, 1- Kylo/Hux - Roughing it. Hux is Not Amused
(Anonymous) 2016-02-09 07:13 am (UTC)(link)Hux hopefully drafting Ren's eulogy was great, he's already so sick of Kylo's shit and it's only just started.