Someone wrote in [community profile] tfa_kink 2016-04-28 05:20 am (UTC)

Fill: Tell that to Kanjiklub Part II - Hux/Ren, Hux/OMC, Hux/Tentacles, noncon dubcon murder

** Day 5 **

On the fifth day, Hux invited Ben to meet his many allies from many different walks of life.

“These various gangs with their various interests? They held no loyalty toward the First Order even before its defeat. Why would any of them follow you now with so little funding? What could they gain from this other than the New Republic’s ire? They couldn’t possibly be doing this for the sake of fulfilling some higher purpose or loftier ideal!” Ben asked, waving a hand at the many differently uniformed and just as many not uniformed at all figures scurrying back and forth below.

“Well Lord Ren, why don’t you go tell that to Kanjiklub, and see what they have to say to that?” Hux smirked.

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** Tasu Leech **

Hux’s dealings with Kanjiklub were somewhat limited in his time as a General. He had managed to get many discounts on hunting down Hutts who had disappointed or offended the First Order. But he also had to learn yet another native language so very unlike the Basic tongue.

He was somewhat surprised to see the leader (former leader now, just like how Hux was a former General) of Kanjiklub in the Pit, with a following of other incarcerated Kanjiklubbers closely behind him.

**

Tasu Leech had always struck Hux as a stoic man, bent on revenge against the Hutt, focused on the running of his gang, and dismissive of soft Basic-speakers much like Hux himself. But even a stoic man must has his lusts, and Tasu Leech invited Hux quite formally to join him in his cell for the evening.

As it did not look to be an invitation to be refused, and Hux had counted twelve Kanjiklubbers and eight other riff ruffs scenting around his person, he accepted the invitation most gracefully in the language spoken by the sons and daughters of Nar Kanji.

Despite the limited dealings, Hux still remembered Tasu Leech as an effective leader and capable agent. The man and his little gang would make very suitable long-term allies now. Better make an effort.

**

Thankfully the sons of Nar Kanji did not share (neither did their fire and spice like daughters), and Hux only had to contend with Tasu Leech himself. The man was as stoic in bed as he was out, and it made for a very uneventful evening. Part of Hux was relieved. Another part was bored.

The bored part quickly became interested however, when Tasu Leech proved to be a talker rather a snoozer after coital activities. And the man talked of grievances and politics. After the daily propaganda Hux was forced to sit through with other inmates on the legitimacy and integrity of the New Republic, Tasu Leech and his brusque speech and direct views were a breath of fresh air.

And Hux, well Hux was also full of grievances, and he was a man of politics, ever since his father had brought him to his first social function at the tender age of three and a half.

Together the pair struck up a most lively conversation on the duplicity of Han Solo, on how the smuggler had cost them each good subordinates and vast investments, on the ineffectiveness of the New Republic, on the First Order’s ongoing mandate to chase out the Hutt slaver threat, and how unfortunate it was, that this most noble and urgent goal was no longer feasible, with the First Order in the less than optimal condition it was in now, all thanks to the blind and deaf New Republic, and the self-appointed heroes of the Resistance.

And what do all people want, if not some safety and stability? If not some order and peace? Even criminals needed a functional economy to profit. Even felons had family, had friends, needed to eat, to sleep, to not live in trepidation of being whisked away in the night by slavers, to not be at the complete mercy and whims of an unstable and inept government.

**

How fortunate, that Tasu Leech had seen fit to take the former General under his protection as a respected equal.

How unfortunate, that the whole mini Kanjiklub gang was sent to isolation for a group fight with adamant and confrontational Basic speakers.

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** Day 8 **

Ben Solo thought about stealing a shuttle and running away. Hux had allowed him a great deal of freedom of movement. It would be wrong to not take advantage of such hospitality.

But when Ben got past four different sets of guards with mind tricks and turned a corner, he saw none but one of the Knight trainees waiting for him, silent and dark behind mask and black cowl.

“Hail Lord Master Ren,” the Knight trainee gave a slight bow.

“No, I am Ben Solo now. Your Master Ren is no more.”

“But why would Master Ren be no more? Master Ren smells like Master Ren, sounds like Master Ren, and looks mostly like Master Ren. And above all Master Ren feels like Master Ren, so strong and so familiar, so sweetly Dark, here in the Force. We are sure Master Ren is indeed Lord Master Ren himself.” the Knight trainee asked in puzzlement and took off their helmet.

Ben Solo looked into the trainee’s strange watery stare. What was this one’s name again? Kylo Ren had barely paid these trainees any attention at all.

“Oh, since we are the last devotees in the practice of Ren now, we took it upon ourselves to name ourselves Nama Ren. But since Hux calls us Turandot when he is pleased with us, we suppose Lord Ren could keep on calling us Turandot too. All others must be strangled,” the alien creature said with a happy smile.


** Nama Ren **

With the protection of Tasu Leech and Kanjiklub temporarily gone, the vultures circled Hux again. And all it took for them to strike was a moment of lapsed judgement and exhaustion on Hux’s part.

Hux felt his knees chafe on the hard ferroconcrete, swallowed back a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva, and endured as another man climbed atop him, gripped his neck in a large clammy hand, and forced his head down to the ground. This was getting old. And the one with the worst personal hygiene was definitely getting an improvised something sharp in the eye first, never mind that he was also a prison guard.

Suddenly the heavy weight on top of Hux disappeared. The supply storage was filled with panic and strangled yells and the sound of unlucky bodies hitting walls and ceiling hard and fast, and lucky bodies fleeing the scene with haste. From his position on the floor, Hux saw shadows of tentacles expand and whip around the room.

A dark presence, at once faintly familiar and not familiar at all, leaned down over Hux’s still kneeling form. It hissed in a wispy voice next to Hux’s ear.

“Hello little General, Lord Master Ren kept you all for himself for so long. Now it is time for us to get a little taste.”

Well, this is definitely new, Hux thought, as tentacles wrapped around him in a slithering embrace.

**

A little taste turned into many little tastes (with much slobber). The creature said they enjoyed Hux’s clever hands, repressed rage, and apathetic approach to murder.

Hux gritted his teeth as a slim tentacle slithered all the way up his urethra. He had experienced soundings before, under the hands of a fleet commander back in the days, then again later with a peer. But he had never been sounded by something so obviously inquisitive and alive (getting sounded by the Force via Kylo Ren did not feel quite the same. No texture, for one). Hux had also came, explosively hard, the hardest really, ever since he was thrown into this hellhole.

And unlike many of the men, this monster was not purposefully violent, did not understand the concept of degradation, and had obviously deemed Hux too good a toy to be carelessly broken. It was, in a word, playful.

(The creature also enjoyed back pettings and tummy rubs. No one had dared rub and pet them before.)

**

Tasu Leech respected Hux. But the man also had a strong self-preservation instinct. Some forces were simply not to be contended with.

The other inmates and the few guards also backed off. Even with a Force suppressing collar, the creature who referred to itself as themselves and referred to themselves as Knight of Ren trainee, Nama Ren, was physically stronger than most incarcerated species by far, could still easily manually strangle and pull apart multiple men at once without the Force, possessed both a mercurial mood and unusual temperament, and had a very nonstandard sense of morality. Any day now, any day now and the monster would tear Hux apart. Do you not hear his blood-curdling screams as the monster availed itself to him? (Kylo used to complain about Hux’s bedroom volume. Sounds like we are killing a pig in here, seriously now Hux. Hux simply snorted and pointed out just how very unattractive Ren’s own yodeling and yapping were.)

The chief warden was satisfied. He accessed the reports of General Starkiller’s predicament as prison bitch to hardened criminals, notorious gangs, and the terrifying inhuman monster from his comfortable home on a summer planet far away from the Pit, counted the credits collected from vengeful donors, and patted himself on the back for a job well-done.

**

Hux learned Nama Ren had no birth name, as they were lost (taken?) from their home before they could be named.

The earliest memory they had was of a cramped square of water with fake rocks and decorative plants encased in glass. People stood on the outside and were loud and curious and amused. Some rapped on the glass. The people seemed to like them. So when they finally copied these people’s form and broke the glass in order to interact with them directly, they were so confused on why the people who were smiling just moments before all fled and screamed. When different looking people stormed in to shoot at Nama Ren, they decided to run as well.

After that, Nama Ren travelled. A wise human in a ratty brown robe once travelled with Nama Ren for a while, and gave Nama Ren the name ‘Turandot’, the name of a proud and powerful Princess of a magical kingdom bygone. He had hoped they would learn mercy and love, and their namesake had long ago. Nama Ren had wished to travel with the human more, to hear his stories and learn about the Force. But the human abandoned them (Luke was only away for half an hour. When he came back to the camp, the little alien girl (?) was gone. The entire camp was filled with the stench of the Dark).

And Nama Ren found out they were not a Princess but the strangest of beasts, and everyone else was all too glad to remind them so.

Hux ran his hand lightly through Nama Ren’s sensitive reproductive ciliates, and told them about the story of a messiah who became a monster, and a Prince who did not act like a prince at all.

**

Tasu Leech and his gang eventually got used to have a Knight trainee join them for lunch in the cafeteria.

They would greet, sit, and Tasu Leech would give anything with dairy products to Hux, and Hux would give anything that remotely resembled fish to Nama Ren, and the tentacled monster would eat it all, and grab whatever they took an interest in from other people’s tables to gobble down, or on the occasions when they remembered, to gift to Hux and more rarely, Tasu Leech and his men.

Ah, the galaxy was a strange place. And Hux was indeed a fearsome and resourceful man, a worthy ally who had rightfully earned all his titles and accolades at such a young age, to tame a beast such as this.

**

“Hux, Hux, why are you not afraid of me?”

“Dear Turandot, I used to live on the same ship and base with Kylo Ren. Comparatively you are much mellower company.”

“Mhhhmm…” Nama Ren hummed and flopped out all of their tentacles as Hux scratched the back of their neck.

**

The galaxy was indeed a strange place, Hux thought as he tried to find a more comfortable position squeezed onto the same narrow bunk with Nama Ren. Had anyone told Hux that he would one day be kept by an alien and be its keeper in return, he would have scoffed at the ridiculous notion. But here he was, finding a strange comradery with a dangerous and inhuman alien.

In sleep Nama Ren was still and quiet, all their tentacles retracted to mysterious places and hidden from view. Hux supposed some could be fooled into thinking the deadly creature a young woman (?), if this was the only visage they saw. How misleading, this waiflike shape with its rounded face, small button nose, and curtain of straight dark hair. And some could be fooled into thinking this was a primitive beast, with its simple speech and direct mannerisms. But Hux recognized a keen intellect when he saw one. Turandot was as shrewd as their namesake (Hux remembered a different legend, of a Princess cold and calculating and cruel, who gave nothing and got away with everything), albeit they possessed a less than clear understanding of the ills and particularities that plagued humans and many other similar sentient beings. Well why would they bother learning about the strange social norms of lesser creatures anyway, when Turandot was the predator, and the rest clearly prey?

But just like the octopus which they so resembled, Nama Ren was a natural master of disguise. And most people only saw what they wished to see, be it the exotic aquarium display, the lost young girl, or the wild and cruel monster. How ironic that Hux of all people had somehow gotten close enough to notice the wide-eyed child who was raised in unnatural captivity and never properly socialized.

Were all the Knights once abandoned, lost, and neglected children snatched up by Snoke? Hux looked at Nama Ren’s large wet eyes, and was painfully reminded of another pair of very different yet very similar eyes. They held the same hunger and the same anger, with a touch of shared insanity. How fortunate for Hux then, that he knew exactly what to do to endear the owners of such eyes to himself (Ben Solo still left him in the end, a failure that had started off a string of cascading failures. But Turandot was a much simpler soul, who turned to Hux’s deliberately gentle hands and soft words like a starved flower towards the sun).

(The chief warden was pleased to see the monster he had specifically released into the Pit served its functions.

The sub warden was a man who was both dispassionate about his job, and wrote shoddy reports that were doctored to best justify good year-end bonuses.

Certain senators publicly praised and rewarded the chief warden for his dedication to the rehabilitation of criminal elements and the protection of the innocent public, for his great compassion and strong sense of responsibility.

The same senators saw the subjugation of General Starkiller by the strange alien caught at Snoke’s citadel as the greatest humiliation and torture to be inflicted upon a xenophobic, elitist Imperial spawn.)

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