[ it’s a staggering defeat - as much of a blow to the ego as a dent in their numbers, and they slouch homeward, he goes to collect the fallen apprentice (blood on the snow, black clad limbs spread across the forest floor - his hair congealed in the dark liquid, clumped and matted) as he is told to.
(He had recoiled, when he had first seen the other man - something about the quiver in the other’s hands, shoulders - it had been an instinctual reaction; witnessing something so unbridled; broken but livid - the anger was a heat haze, just short of visible).
Defeats for the First order are rarer than sunshine on Arkanis.
He retrieves Ren himself, hoists him onto the floor of the shuttle’s docking bay, his own uniform soaked with the dark blood that has pooled beneath the man’s body.
What a defeat indeed.
But this is a single battle in a season of wars, and it may sting now, but the First Order is as resilient as a parasite, and they will lick their wounds. ]
You are a damned fool.
[ He grits it out at the force-user, panting into the simulated air of the hanger, a strand of Ren’s hair caught in the cufflink of his greatcoat.
The man’s face is a wreck, streaming from a long cut that will inevitably scar. He imagines that Ren will like that - a proper mark to wear, the first component of a new mask. Who knows though, he’s as unbalanced as that lightsaber he carries (it sparks with glitches, he remembers, buzzing as if touched by water). ]
Can I get some assistance, or are you all going to stand around and look useless?
[ Hux barks his orders at the troopers. Some things do not change. Defeat or not. He looks down at Ren, taps him on the uninjured cheek. ]
Stay awake, you idiot, Snoke will have my head if I turn up with a corpse.
[ he untangles the strands of black hair from his cuff, but finds that they are wound tight. ]
omg first I feel so privledged / sorry this is so long oh god
(He had recoiled, when he had first seen the other man - something about the quiver in the other’s hands, shoulders - it had been an instinctual reaction; witnessing something so unbridled; broken but livid - the anger was a heat haze, just short of visible).
Defeats for the First order are rarer than sunshine on Arkanis.
He retrieves Ren himself, hoists him onto the floor of the shuttle’s docking bay, his own uniform soaked with the dark blood that has pooled beneath the man’s body.
What a defeat indeed.
But this is a single battle in a season of wars, and it may sting now, but the First Order is as resilient as a parasite, and they will lick their wounds. ]
You are a damned fool.
[ He grits it out at the force-user, panting into the simulated air of the hanger, a strand of Ren’s hair caught in the cufflink of his greatcoat.
The man’s face is a wreck, streaming from a long cut that will inevitably scar. He imagines that Ren will like that - a proper mark to wear, the first component of a new mask. Who knows though, he’s as unbalanced as that lightsaber he carries (it sparks with glitches, he remembers, buzzing as if touched by water). ]
Can I get some assistance, or are you all going to stand around and look useless?
[ Hux barks his orders at the troopers. Some things do not change. Defeat or not. He looks down at Ren, taps him on the uninjured cheek. ]
Stay awake, you idiot, Snoke will have my head if I turn up with a corpse.
[ he untangles the strands of black hair from his cuff, but finds that they are wound tight. ]