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FILL: Darth Vader meets toddler!Hux
(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)He was not that man anymore, the arrogant, compassionate fool, but there was a certain… fondness for small, delicate things. He had memories of bright eyes and reckless smiles, of the trust of someone he was meant to protect.
That was long gone though, and this child was not like that.
He did not actually know why he had been left with this strange serious eyed infant. Tarkin had gone off to be sharp-faced and bureaucratic at a red haired young officer, ––Commandant Hux, he knew this, his master had a some obscure connection to him, his cold eyed ruthlessness endeared him to the emperor, and his young wife was what-had-been-Sheev Palpatine’s daughter–– and the officer had left him here. In an empty conference room. With Vader.
He supposed that made this small reflection of the Commandant, red hair, pale, cold eyes, serious expression, something of the Emperor’s grandchild. That did put him solidly into the category of things vader was meant to protect.
There had been no objections on the part of the child to being left with Vader. It seemed his father going off to talk training programs and imperial academies with other officers was not uncommon. He’d walked in in a very serious, if truncated for the stubbiness of his legs, attempt at military form behind his father, and responded to the order to wait quietly and not to touch anything with a nod and a “Yes Sir.” Now, he stood, imposing as something less than three feet tall could be, in a quasi-cadet’s uniform, looking up at Vader without fear. Strange, very few things looked at him without fear. And most things had to look up, if not quite so far as the boy did.
His machine regulated breathing filled the silence of the room, the boy did not speak. An impulse lead Vader to kneel down, he was still considerably taller, but looked the child in the eye more easily. The boy flinched back only as far as was absolutely necessary.
“What is your name?” Vader’s voice, deep and modulated by his mask, did not seem to frighten him either.
“Hux” The quiet, polite reply. He wondered if the boy had been told not to speak unless spoken to, and what child in the galaxy readily responded to that question with only a surname.
“Do you know who I am?”
A tiny, thoughtful nod, red hair bouncing “You’re Lord Vader.” A pause, round features considering whether to continue “The Commandant says that you can kill someone with just your mind” His speech was excellent for one so young, he couldn’t have been more than six. A vague Outer Rim lilt as well as simple inexperience rounded out his Rs with just the edge of a W: a small error that made some part of Vader’s largely mechanical chest squeeze ever so slightly. Except the word ‘Commandant’. That was said with impeccable pronunciation and no hint of an accent at all.
Vader had absolutely no idea what to make of the fact that Commandant Brendol Hux had seen fit to tell his son that he was capable of killing with the power of the force. He knew such officers put little stock in his abilities, if Hux’s eyes had lit with the reflection of a manic spark when he’d witnessed the results of Vader’s disappointment exerted on a fellow officer, it was none of Vader’s concern.
“How old are you?” He kept the questions flowing, rather keeping the boy occupied than kneel in tense silence with him.
At that, his small frame seemed to swell almost imperceptibly with pride “Four and Three Quarters of a galactic standard year, sir” spoken with the air of a freshly promoted officer being asked his rank.
“Impressive”
Gaining confidence that he was allowed to speak, still a very serious expression on his small face as he made unflinching eye contact with vader’s mask, the boy stated with the matter of factness that so many children spoke of their simple realities of life “I’ve started preparatory lessons this year. My tutor is a droid.” He’d nearly stumbled over ‘preparatory’, adding another lilted R: ‘prepraratory’. Clearly a word he’d heard but did not fully understand. Then, inquisitive “Are /you/ a droid?”
“No. I am not”
“You sound like a droid”
“My mask alters my voice”
“Hm”
That seemed to satisfy his line of inquiry. The pale eyes looked him up and down, so much appraisal and calculation.
“/Have/ you killed someone?”
“I have killed many someones.”
––Vader had said something similar to that Rebel Alliance boy. The one who’d come with Kenobi and taken the princess, who had used the force to destroy the first death star, who had burned with so much fury for the loss of a father that Vader could not even place in the nearly endless line of faces of those he’d slain.
“You killed my father!” The child had shouted, though he had been a child much larger than this one.
“You shall have to be more specific, I have killed a great many fathers” He had replied truthfully.
Vader did not often see the need to lie. Not to children at any rate, no matter how large or small they may be. ––
“With your mind?”
“Yes, and my lightsaber”
“Can /I/ kill someone with my mind?”
Vader felt out with the force, probing for a spark of sensitivity, feeling around the edges of the boy. Nothing. Not a single midichlorian above the standard for sapient beings. “No”
The tightening of a delicate jaw, a frustration response that the tiny Hux could not hide.
“There are many ways to kill, you will not be bereft of the one” It might have been alarming that a child, hardly more than a baby was angry at the prospect of being denied the opportunity to end lives with his thoughts, but Vader had seen stranger things, even if it did make that thing in his chest squeeze a bit tighter. Hux looked like he wanted to retort, but had thought better. The fiery head bobbed again in acceptance, tightly controlled. “And there are many other uses for this gift, killing is not all I can do”
He reached out again, lifting an abandoned comm unit from the table. It must have been Tarkin’s, left there so as not to be disturbed while he and Hux the elder consulted in the next room. Vader took small satisfaction in the possibility that it would not work properly after he levitated it between him and the boy, spinning slowly and dismantling it piece by piece. Minorly inconveniencing Tarkin was an amusement.
Hux the younger watched, rapt. All frustration gone entirely from his face, his eyes traced all the components as they made their orderly dance around the durasteel case for the transmitter. There was some echo of the spark Vader had seen in the Commandant’s eyes when he’d choked some lieutenant, but it lacked the manic edge, it was more wondering, less desire to possess, more to understand. At least, he imagined he could read those nuances in the eyes of a child who was simply gaping at a magic trick. He did not have much in the way of the gift for telepathy.
The boy was smiling then, something vaguely approximating delight stealing over his serious features.
“Can you put it back together?” There was real excitement in his high voice.
Vader inclined his helmet, and the pieces, single file, floated their way to spiral back into the configuration that would turn them from random bits of metal back into a functioning comm unit. The case clicked closed, and the thing flickered back to life. Hux beamed up at him, opening his mouth to ask another breathless question, when the door hissed back open. The click of military boots heralded Tarkin and Commandant Hux’s return.
Instantly the grin vanished from the boy’s face. The serious cast returning as he looked towards his father. The comm dropped into Vader’s hand, and he drew himself back up from his knee.
“Thank you, Lord Vader, for keeping an eye on him, I trust he did not make a nuisance of himself?” Hux looked at him with more fear than his son had, but it was buried beneath layers of propriety.
“Not at all, Commandant. I trust all is well with the imperial academy and your proposed program”
Tarkin saluted, Hux returned it and was dismissed. He turned to go and called his son to his side with a small sharp beckoning gesture. Without hesitation, the boy hurried to follow his father from the room.
He glanced back as the door slid open, and gave a brief, abortive wave over his small shoulder. Vader nodded at him. And then he was gone.
––––––––
Hux would barely remember that brief encounter. The vague impression of a tall dark figure, effortly imposing, yet somehow not frightening. A modulated voice, and breathless wonder at watching something come apart and bare it’s inner workings to him, then come together and work perfectly. The bitter knowledge that he would never be able to do that, and the instant grim determination that he would find a way to anyway.
He would get brief flashes of it during field sims where he had to assemble a rudimentary comm to call the transport, when he got the warm satisfaction whenever he perfectly disassembled and reassembled his blaster for a drill, and when he began to draft the plans for a weapon that would bring an end to war. Every layer of blueprints performed an intricate dance to come together and create a whole that would, one day, function perfectly.
But the memory never came back to him so clearly as when he first laid eyes on another tall dark figure, who’s black drapery was twice as intricate, whose stance was just as imposing, but with none of the effortlessness. Who still utterly, and completely failed to frighten Hux, but this time, not for lack of trying. The then Leutenant General Hux had given the creature Kylo Ren an appraising glance as he stalked down from the hatch of the most unnecessarily overdramatic Upsilon-class shuttle Hux had ever seen ––they did not come in black, he must have requisitioned it to be /painted/–– and thought, with an internal sneer, that he did not measure up in the least.
Re: FILL: Darth Vader meets toddler!Hux
(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)Aww, that was oddly sweet. <3 BB!Hux already on his way to being the perfect little soldier and looking up to Vader after the visit.
Though now I can't help but wonder how Kylo'd react to knowing Hux actually met Vader before.
Re: FILL: Darth Vader meets toddler!Hux
(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 12:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Darth Vader meets toddler!Hux
(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 05:21 am (UTC)(link)Also, oh man, the Commandant's A+ parenting! Telling his pre-school kid about the guy who can kill with his mind, taking him to meet that guy, and then leaving his kid alone with that guy. Father of The Standard Galactic Year!