Soldiers Of The Eclipse [General Hux x OC]

III: Agent of Power

You wake up with your back aching horribly and your body being numb and restricting at the same time. You wanted to move, to stretch, but you couldn't. That's when you realise you're being held down by restraints and the chair you're on is the same as the one that's used for interrogations. A gasp leaves your lips and you blink a few times, trying to regain your focus.
»What...« Tugging on the restraints, you whimper in pain and fear, wondering why you're here in the first place. A flicker of shadow appears in the corner of your eyes and your head snaps in its direction, lip trembling. Kylo Ren appears from it, looking at you through his mask.
»What... What am I doing here?«
His hand once again stretches towards you and he groans softly, his voice distorted. »Why can't I read your mind...«
»What? You can't?«
»Don't play games with me, girl. You will tell me why or I will force you to.«

You whimper once more as his gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing you to face his metallic mask. »I-I don't know, honestly.«
After a moment's pause, he lets your face go and you bite your bottom lip, watching him circle you like a vulture. »Hmmm, where do you come from?«
»I... I don't know, sir.«
»What do you mean?«
»I don't remember my past, I only remember waking up on Jakku when I was 15 years old.«
»And no one's ever told you of your past?«
You shake your head and whimper as he appears by your side again. »N-no. And I-I never bothered to search, I didn't care.«
»You didn't care who you were?«
Looking at him with a strange gleam in your eyes, you shake your head once more. »I was alone in a place I didn't know, surrounded by people I didn't recognise or trust. Finding out who I was seemed fruitless at the time since I had so much else to worry about.«

He makes a humming sound, then the straps unbuckle and he leaves the room. Gulping thick saliva, you slide off the chair painfully and head to the infirmary after a moment of making sure he wasn't going to come back. The doctor there checks you over and gives you painkillers, then dismisses you rudely, saying he has no time to deal with crybabies. You roll your eyes at him and take a couple of pills in hope the pain will disperse soon. A small gasp leaves your lips as you run into Hux rounding a deserted corner, his pale blue eyes softly gazing at yours.
»What happened?«
»Sir?«
He doesn't say anything, but notices the pain your eyes are projecting. You look away with an embarrassed sigh. »I had a run in with the Commander, sir. I think I caught him in a bad mood.«
Deciding to keep your full encounter a secret from everyone and only between Kylo and you, Hux makes a disagreeing noise.

»I'll have a word with him.«
»No.« You take his hand automatically in haste, but then retreat quietly in embarrassing realisation, cheeks flushed crimson. »I mean, I'd much prefer to keep this between us, sir. It's not worth the trouble or the repercussions of it being found out.«
»Understandable. Wouldn't want my best pilot to be incapacitated for life.« You give him a small, appreciative smile in return for his kind yet true statement. And just as you're about to excuse yourself, he stops you with an outstretched arm to the side. You look into his eyes in question. »Will you join me for dinner tonight?«
»Erm, sir. I don't think that's appropriate.«
»Don't worry, we can keep it between us.«
You chuckle, »you sure that's even possible with the Commander around?« He doesn't respond, only gives you a mischievous yet comforting smile. Regardless of your initial thought about fraternising with the higher ups, you agree with a nod. »Seven o'clock sharp.«

The two of you part ways and you sigh, wringing your hands in anxiety as your nerves are being wrecked left and right. Pulling your thoughts together, you steadily make your way back to your room. You only have a few hours to get ready and most important of all, pick a suitable set of clothes for the upcoming dinner. You don't really remember when Hux and you began conversing on a more comfortable level than just a pilot and commanding officer, but it was a nice reprieve no matter how long it might last. Hux is indeed a handsome man and not much older than you. A wicked smile forms on your lips as you let out a cackle, taking another shower and quickly sliding on the perfect dress. It wasn't too elegant, but not completely casual either. With thigh high stockings underneath, you slip on some ballerina shoes. Your hair is swept to the side and pinned so it doesn't move as it rests on your left shoulder.

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