Hux disentangles himself from the fallen apprentice, mouth pulling into a sneer of its own accord; leave it to Ren to be mouthy, even in a condition as poor as this one. And then, one of his troopers is being thrown back, and the noise of it rings through the hanger - collateral damage for carrying a wounded force-user on board (untrue; said force-user seems to attract collateral damage regardless of his state - this whole endeavor of the past few months seems to have been nothing but collateral damage). The rest of the stormtroopers linger between following orders and their natural fear of Ren - Hux does not flinch.
He stands, stiffly - just an inch off from his usual well-put-together self (slightly bloodied, slightly disheveled), and looks down at the wreckage of Kylo Ren. ] We will return to base, and report to Snoke as soon as you're capable of something other than bleeding on myself and the floor of my ship.
[ He begins to order the stormtroopers forward once again (and there is a good four second pause before they follow his instructions, causing the general to cast them a swift glare). ] We will both face disciplinary action, and we will both deserve it.
[ Turning to Ren, Hux bends down, meeting the other man's eyes (that cut does give him a certain viciousness now, but what a memory; defeated and wounded by the girl - pitiful). ] And you will stop attacking my troopers.
[ They have brought a stretcher. Hux's eyes flick from it, to Ren - one eyebrow arched in warning.
(He does not pity the other man, but something, he can tell, is off. He's uncertain of what precisely happened back on Starkiller base, and doubts that he will ever hear the truth (from Ren at least). It founds its mark, though, whatever it was). ]
Where's the helmet? [ Hux's voice is pitched low, it's almost said as a conciliation for the briskness of earlier - a neutral offering. ]
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Hux disentangles himself from the fallen apprentice, mouth pulling into a sneer of its own accord; leave it to Ren to be mouthy, even in a condition as poor as this one. And then, one of his troopers is being thrown back, and the noise of it rings through the hanger - collateral damage for carrying a wounded force-user on board (untrue; said force-user seems to attract collateral damage regardless of his state - this whole endeavor of the past few months seems to have been nothing but collateral damage). The rest of the stormtroopers linger between following orders and their natural fear of Ren - Hux does not flinch.
He stands, stiffly - just an inch off from his usual well-put-together self (slightly bloodied, slightly disheveled), and looks down at the wreckage of Kylo Ren. ] We will return to base, and report to Snoke as soon as you're capable of something other than bleeding on myself and the floor of my ship.
[ He begins to order the stormtroopers forward once again (and there is a good four second pause before they follow his instructions, causing the general to cast them a swift glare). ] We will both face disciplinary action, and we will both deserve it.
[ Turning to Ren, Hux bends down, meeting the other man's eyes (that cut does give him a certain viciousness now, but what a memory; defeated and wounded by the girl - pitiful). ] And you will stop attacking my troopers.
[ They have brought a stretcher. Hux's eyes flick from it, to Ren - one eyebrow arched in warning.
(He does not pity the other man, but something, he can tell, is off. He's uncertain of what precisely happened back on Starkiller base, and doubts that he will ever hear the truth (from Ren at least). It founds its mark, though, whatever it was). ]
Where's the helmet? [ Hux's voice is pitched low, it's almost said as a conciliation for the briskness of earlier - a neutral offering. ]