Reverence (OCxGeneralHux)

One

There's always pain in the concealment. Anxiety through all the work. But that was the way things were.

I covered my hands with black gloves, wore goggles, and painted my face with peach-colored pigments. My whole facial structure was much like humans. But not so much as my blue skin-tone and protruding tails from my head ruins it.

My role was simple. I could do anything after all the years of labor. I fought my way through slavery and learned many ways of surviving.

Many lower working classes were upon the low-tier area and I was too. It wasn't long before I was recruited in the engineering department. So many, so many souls were lost at least every day. Ones that fell weak, ones that weren't loyal, and ones that didn't suffice. I think of myself as self-reserved, resilient, and dutiful. I've contemplated my death a few times. Reassuring myself if I ever get into trouble. But, through all my time spent here. Nothing seems eventful.

I'm mostly ignored, passed through as if I'm a wandering specter. Eyes do not flinch at me, I'm always covered in dark clothing. I've been hiding my appearance for a while now. I tighten my tails as close to my skull as I cover my head with a certain helmet. A hood overlaps it and with every inch of skin exposed, I cake it with paint and make sure no Twi'Lek features protrude.

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This place was dark and strict, every corner was a thrill. The never-ending obscure hallways.

The First Order fleet was massive. It would've taken years to get used to the structure of the ship. Mavka was an unpretentious engineer. A sufficient role for her due to her skills. She always kept to herself throughout all times. Mavka was obedient and attentive to details. She understood the uneasiness from certain recruits; even when they were a higher rank than her, there was always corruption within corruption.

Mavka wanted nothing more but to drag attention to herself. Expect, to witness the growth of the First Order.

The notorious Kylo Ren was the but the most feared sith lord in the galaxy. Mavka had never seen him in the first person, only heard of him and how brooding and tall he was. Dressed in a black attire, wavering cloak, and his darkening helmet which covered his face. He was no stardom, nor did Mavka longed to meet with him. All she had to do was keep to herself and retain her tasks clean and impeccable.

Mavka attended to her post - the station where many pilot fleets were present. As others boarded the ship's vessel, many checkups were to be made. Of course, machines were already tasked with many jobs, replacing people to do the dirty work. This was the start of advanced machinery. Every day people of the First Order lost their lives to many fates. None of which the First Order cared for. They could always take more children and program them to be loyal to the people.

As time went on, it was time for Mavka's shift to end. She headed for her quarters as another worker came for their shift.

Her room was small. She was insignificant and the fleet wasn't designed to provide so much space for insignificant beings such as her. It was always like a prison cell.

Finally, where she felt free from the tightening helmet; removing it was a pleasure. Her lekku were intertwined, tucked in as she felt them drop with soreness. Every day she did this, just so she didn't bother having to deal with herself being out there.

Her head rested on her small bed, comforting herself with her lekku. Her arms embracing each other.