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i found something in the woods somewhere.
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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. ]
no subject
He turns his head to spit on the metal grating, surprised when it doesn't color pink with blood. It seems like that's all he can taste. )
Getting your hands a little dirty suits your complexion, General.
( As Hux orders them forward, Kylo refuses the troopers' assistance once again, though less violently this time. He won't be hauled up to sitting by a bunch of marvelously unpredictable - FN2187, he thinks, quite suddenly, unconscious in the snow - meatheads with blasters tethered to their belts like degenerates. Considering that makes him pause to consider his saber, and one look down at it once he's got his back up against the wall, long legs angled out in front of him with a curled fist pressed to the bowcaster burn in his side, tells him all he needs to know about the damage that's been done to it. )
Get off.
( The troopers back off, the stretcher bobbing nervously between the two that carry it. It takes serious effort, but he manages to pull the long lines and blunt edges of his body into a crouch, then a lean, until finally he's standing, knowing that the pain and discomfort he feels now will be nothing compared to what Snoke levels at him later. Hux will suffer, more than he has before probably, but his punishment will be a walk in a field of daisies compared to what the Supreme Leader will put Kylo through for losing the girl, the map, the last known link to Skywalker. Not to mention his defeat in general. His broken saber. Bile builds in the back of his throat, and he spits again. )
I removed it. Back at Starkiller. ( Which is about as forthcoming as he wants to be about that whole incident. Kylo turns his attention to the remaining troopers and lone medical officer dispatched to tend to a prone-to-tantrums Knight of Ren. He doesn't have to use the Force to get them to leave, but he does anyway, dropping his voice to an octave that doesn't run the high side of pain he's still feeling, saying, Leave. Now. Maybe it's just to prove to himself that he can still do it. He turns to Hux again once they've been left alone. ) Any word from our illustrious Leader?
so slow over here, sorry!
[ Have a sneer to go with that comment, although it does lack something of its usual brand of scorn. It is difficult to take the knight altogether too seriously in his current state, intimidating though he might be. But, he does not like that smile - there's a venemous quality to is and he wants to recoil, as if by some prehistoric impulse that warns him of danger. Technically, Ren is a predator; he is quite capable of snapping any one of their necks, even in his current condition. But, the impulse passes as quickly as it became present, and he watches the other man spit, half-expecting it to be bloodied.
What a thing it is, to watch Kylo Ren attempt to pull himself together.
The man is comprised of such a sheer force of will that Hux finds that the room crackles with it. Naturally, the stubborn creature does not accept the offer of the stretcher, he ought to have guessed that any attempts at assistance would be shaken off with the arrogance of a sulky teenager. Hux's mouth draws into a thin line; there will, he thinks, come a day in the future where he will spend the entirety of it not exasperated at Kylo Ren. That day, however, seems to grow more and more distant. All he needs now, is for the idiot to do something irreparable to himself, to bleed out in his priggishness, his reluctance to user a stretcher after being shot six ways to Sunday. The floor of the hanger is a mess of blood. Half of it is on Hux himself already, so he grimly steps forward to clamp a hand around Ren's upper arm when he rights himself (if listing dangerously to the left counts as such), supporting a small amount of the other's weight.
Hux watches him cautiously, a beat passing before he speaks. ] No word, not yet.
[ Hux chooses to avoid replying to the comment about the helmet. Whatever happened on Starkiller base will, undoubtedly, remain exclusive to Kylo. He does not doubt that the man will deliver some garbled account when he is forced to make his report, but he is aware that it will be a far step from the truth.
The troops leave, and there is a twitch of irritation in the general's jaw, but he remains silent.
Then, clearing his throat, still keeping a hold of the apprentice's arm in order to ensure that the man does not topple over onto the floor (which, he thinks, is a distinct possibility right now). Hux attempts to sound unphased, as well as commanding: ] Seeing as you've dismissed the medics, I'll be escorting you to the medbay myself.
also forever and always taking forever and always
He starts at Hux's tight grip on his arm, correcting his posture though he sags into the injury on his flank. Six feet and three inches is a huge height to be when your skin pulling taut from standing up straight opens a half-cauterized bowcaster hole in your side, and rather than tear the injury further, Kylo forces himself to allow it some breathing room. His skin is going to be black and blue around the injury, like some perverse imitation of a flower blooming across his abdomen, and the bones in his hand are sore where he pounded his ribs with enough strength to keep the anger and pain and hatred flowing strong, but none of it stings as sharply as needing Hux to guide him like an invalid from the hangar to medbay. )
How generous of you to take the time. I'll assume your retreat is running according to schedule.
( His tone is dry and flat, and he reaches a palm out to securely anchor himself to the wall. Every step is not agony - he's certainly felt a worse kind of pain in the past - but his feet feel sluggish, as if he's dragging them through thick, congealed mud. He pushes through it, and leads Hux rather than letting Hux lead him, pushing forward with greater speed than a medical officer might advise, although many of them have stopped advising him of anything on the rare occasion they have cause to. Kylo, for his part, takes care of most of his minor injuries himself, in one way or another.
It's a long time before he says anything else)
I assume Snoke must have sent you to retrieve me. Have you plotted a course yet?
( He must have barked some destination, given Hux's confidence in their disciplinary action. )