[ The thing about spaceports is that they all have a similar feeling to them.
All that really changed between them was the cleanliness factor. First Order ports, of course, are pristine and sparkling, but the same amount of silent chaos seemed to run in the background. Hustle and bustle, because keeping ships in port for too long meant things weren't getting done. There's a frantic energy here too, though he suspects it's partially the impending disaster in combination with the docked crews trying to get their fix in on land while they still had time. His officers are ordered and neat, but he turns a blind eye to what they end up in while on ground leave.
As long as they're efficient while on duty and don't cause a huge disturbance, he doesn't see the point in policing their luxuries too much. He doesn't have the time, after all.
It's this aura he wraps himself in, strangely at home even though the grates are a mess. Despite the mud and the worn edges. Hux has chosen to wear his given uniform, too nervous to wear his First Order colors– having the last thing to his name ruined would send him over the edge. Still, it's a hilarious juxtaposition, wearing something so casual while he keeps his clipped stride, back stiff and knees locking straight with every step. To say he stands out is an understatement.
Focused on taking everything in, he just narrowly misses colliding with someone. ]
My apologies. [ His tone is curt, the apology more reactive than anything meant. ]
ii. nelolian plains (edge)
[ Where the spaceport was familiar and comforting, this much open space is the exact opposite. He knows he has the datapad they've all been provided– it has a map of the surrounding areas. He also knows that virtually everyone in the nest is a mental yell away (how disturbing). So, there shouldn't be anything to be afraid of.
Ok, maybe he's not scared, but he is feeling rather anxious.
Going out onto the plain means there won't be too many places to hide, just in case. It's unfamiliar territory stacked twice; he's not from this planet, not from this galaxy, not very good at being out on the field to begin with. A number of years have passed since the last time he had to be out on the front lines, accompanying troopers or leading a group in a strategical hit. Generals don't typically leave their station from behind the lines. From high up on their station posts. Hux has never really objected to being under fire since it was something he's trained for, but this sudden drop into it is... well, it's nerve wracking.
There are some people nearby, their presence felt more than seen or heard. Perhaps it's time to ask some questions. ]
I don't suppose you're familiar with this sort of terrain?
iii. wildcard
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general hux || star wars: the force awakens
i. minte spaceport
[ The thing about spaceports is that they all have a similar feeling to them.
All that really changed between them was the cleanliness factor. First Order ports, of course, are pristine and sparkling, but the same amount of silent chaos seemed to run in the background. Hustle and bustle, because keeping ships in port for too long meant things weren't getting done. There's a frantic energy here too, though he suspects it's partially the impending disaster in combination with the docked crews trying to get their fix in on land while they still had time. His officers are ordered and neat, but he turns a blind eye to what they end up in while on ground leave.
As long as they're efficient while on duty and don't cause a huge disturbance, he doesn't see the point in policing their luxuries too much. He doesn't have the time, after all.
It's this aura he wraps himself in, strangely at home even though the grates are a mess. Despite the mud and the worn edges. Hux has chosen to wear his given uniform, too nervous to wear his First Order colors– having the last thing to his name ruined would send him over the edge. Still, it's a hilarious juxtaposition, wearing something so casual while he keeps his clipped stride, back stiff and knees locking straight with every step. To say he stands out is an understatement.
Focused on taking everything in, he just narrowly misses colliding with someone. ]
My apologies. [ His tone is curt, the apology more reactive than anything meant. ]
ii. nelolian plains (edge)
[ Where the spaceport was familiar and comforting, this much open space is the exact opposite. He knows he has the datapad they've all been provided– it has a map of the surrounding areas. He also knows that virtually everyone in the nest is a mental yell away (how disturbing). So, there shouldn't be anything to be afraid of.
Ok, maybe he's not scared, but he is feeling rather anxious.
Going out onto the plain means there won't be too many places to hide, just in case. It's unfamiliar territory stacked twice; he's not from this planet, not from this galaxy, not very good at being out on the field to begin with. A number of years have passed since the last time he had to be out on the front lines, accompanying troopers or leading a group in a strategical hit. Generals don't typically leave their station from behind the lines. From high up on their station posts. Hux has never really objected to being under fire since it was something he's trained for, but this sudden drop into it is... well, it's nerve wracking.
There are some people nearby, their presence felt more than seen or heard. Perhaps it's time to ask some questions. ]
I don't suppose you're familiar with this sort of terrain?
iii. wildcard
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