Hey all. So this is my first time writing Star Wars fic and first time with any of these characters so I apologize in advance as I take a crack at this. I'm getting the feel for mood, tone, and being in character's heads but Kylux is my guilty pleasure. I'll try my best. :) Unbeat'd so mistakes are all mine.
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“What are you doing in my office?” Hux coldly demanded. He’d come out of the refresher surprised to find an older man in Jedi robes hovering by his desk. Hux gripped the towel knotted at his waist while his other hand steadily pointed his blaster at the stranger.
The other man looked unconcerned by the threat of imminent death. “You can see me?” A relieved smile stretched across his face as he stepped away from the desk. “Can you hear me as well?”
Hux didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. The blaster went off and through the other person to hit the opposite wall in a shower of sparks.
The man chuckled, suddenly in front of Hux and looked the redhead up and down with a thoughtful gaze. “You’re strong willed, I like that.”
Hux was not a superstitious man. He believed in science and calm, logical decisions instead of the passionate mysticism of the Force that Kylo Ren represented. However, a glowing blue man in Jedi robes immune to blaster shots strongly suggested the Force was at work.
“I will ask you again,” Hux said evenly and flicked the safety switch on his blaster, “what are you doing in my office?” The blaster was of no use in this situation and he didn’t want his temper to get the best of him to cause an accident. He didn’t need to fill out any more reports on top of the ones Kylo Ren caused.
The stranger nodded and folded his arms into his sleeves. “I’ve been watching you.” Hux was acutely aware that he was in nothing but a towel. “And I think you would be a great fit for my grandson, Kylo Ren.”
“Absolutely not.” Hux was not, could not, deal with this right now. He had a ship to run, he had tactical strategies to go over, and he did not need a kriffing Force Ghost talking to him about completely inappropriate things. “Get out of my quarters and do not contact me again.” With as much grace as he could muster, Hux walked stiff-backed to his bedroom and let the sliding doors hiss closed behind him.
“We’ll talk again, General,” the ghost cheerily called out through the door. Hux was very tempted to give into the childish urge to throw his blaster. Instead, he set it down very, very carefully on his nightstand before getting dressed for alpha shift on the bridge. This was just one more reason to hate to hate the Force and Kylo kriffing Ren.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker 1/?
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“What are you doing in my office?” Hux coldly demanded. He’d come out of the refresher surprised to find an older man in Jedi robes hovering by his desk. Hux gripped the towel knotted at his waist while his other hand steadily pointed his blaster at the stranger.
The other man looked unconcerned by the threat of imminent death. “You can see me?” A relieved smile stretched across his face as he stepped away from the desk. “Can you hear me as well?”
Hux didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. The blaster went off and through the other person to hit the opposite wall in a shower of sparks.
The man chuckled, suddenly in front of Hux and looked the redhead up and down with a thoughtful gaze. “You’re strong willed, I like that.”
Hux was not a superstitious man. He believed in science and calm, logical decisions instead of the passionate mysticism of the Force that Kylo Ren represented. However, a glowing blue man in Jedi robes immune to blaster shots strongly suggested the Force was at work.
“I will ask you again,” Hux said evenly and flicked the safety switch on his blaster, “what are you doing in my office?” The blaster was of no use in this situation and he didn’t want his temper to get the best of him to cause an accident. He didn’t need to fill out any more reports on top of the ones Kylo Ren caused.
The stranger nodded and folded his arms into his sleeves. “I’ve been watching you.” Hux was acutely aware that he was in nothing but a towel. “And I think you would be a great fit for my grandson, Kylo Ren.”
“Absolutely not.” Hux was not, could not, deal with this right now. He had a ship to run, he had tactical strategies to go over, and he did not need a kriffing Force Ghost talking to him about completely inappropriate things. “Get out of my quarters and do not contact me again.” With as much grace as he could muster, Hux walked stiff-backed to his bedroom and let the sliding doors hiss closed behind him.
“We’ll talk again, General,” the ghost cheerily called out through the door. Hux was very tempted to give into the childish urge to throw his blaster. Instead, he set it down very, very carefully on his nightstand before getting dressed for alpha shift on the bridge. This was just one more reason to hate to hate the Force and Kylo kriffing Ren.