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WHO: Armitage Hux and you
WHERE: around De Chima
WHEN: early September
WHAT: several open and closed prompts
WARNINGS: violence, mentions of murder, torture, etc

open for anytime- de chima

[It's taken some adjusting to get used to living this planet. He was used to having a routine and being busy, the inactivity made him restless and even more irritated at being stuck on here with few allies. Even wearing clothes that are normal for this place every bit of him is stiff, wary and on edge.

In the mornings he was up a bit before dawn for a run before work, the afternoon he spent running errands, often being found in bookstores stocking up on books on history, science, and technology. He hated being bored and he really hated having idle time on his hands.

Evenings were when he could be found in more questionable parts of the city, blaster tucked out of sight in one pocket in his coat, his gloves off just in case. He likes to be kept busy, even when business has him out in the early hours of the morning. Even when he hears footsteps behind him he doesn't turn, only adjusting the cuffs of his coat, every bit of him on edge.]

closed to bodhi.

Mornings were his time. It was quiet in the early morning, just before dawn so it allowed him to clear his mind on his morning runs. It was time that he had to himself without Kylo Ren in his head or having to deal with business.

At least, until he caught sight of a familiar rebel pilot. He didn't carry his blaster with him this morning but he was hardly defenseless as he slowed to a walk. He wasn't concerned, he was sure he could deal with one rebel if he had to.]

Are you following me now, Bodhi Rook?

[He appreciated Kay handing him that name as well, the droid was surprisingly helpful despite being insufferable.]

live on the wide side.

[Throw me a prompt or hit me up at

illuminations for plotting.]

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[ Luke let out a frustrated noise, snapping his book closed with a loud thump. ]

Are you imagining things again?

Again? I'm sure you're ashamed but I remember it clearly.

[He and Ren had both thought it strange but this was making it more confusing. Still, he could never forget the sight of Luke in tears.]

Tears won't work when you meet your nephew, however.

...tears?

[ Luke finally turned around then, giving Hux a critical look. ]

Now I know you're delusional.

And if you think I haven't spoken to Kylo by now, then you would be wrong. I have every intention of letting him come to me when he wants to, regardless of whether it's to fight or talk.

If I was going to make something up I would at least come up with something better than you tearing up, saying I hurt your feelings, and running off. Granted, it's believable especially to those who know you most likely did that when you ran and hid later.

[Hux met Luke's eyes, not at all deterred. He smirked, nearly rolling his eyes with amusement.]

I know you talked over the network but when you meet in person, what you pulled with me isn't going to get you far with him. But it would at least be amusing to watch.

[ Luke's expression didn't change in the slightest. In fact, it was probably the blandest, least impressed expression to have every crossed his face. He shifted after a moment, resting the book he had been reading against his hip. ]

I know you seem to think you're important, and if you keep saying something happened then people will believe you, but... that doesn't actually work. Sorry.

[ Only he wasn't really sorry. ]

I'm sure you're attempting to get me riled up and angry but I'm not like any of the Imperial officers you've met. [He stepped closer to Luke, not at all deterred.]

But since we're being honest, let's be honest. You may play pretend Jedi but when things didn't go right you ran away and I would bet good credits you cried as you abandoned everyone.

[He's spent years helping Ren find Luke, it's been really annoying and now Luke is standing here and he just wants to solve the problem right now. But that's Ren's job so he took a deep breath, composed once more.]

You're always going to be a farmboy from a backwater desert planet and flailing around with a lightsaber doesn't make you important either.

Edited 2017-09-14 04:39 (UTC)

[ Luke's expression changed subtly, not enough to be outwardly noticable, but anyone that actually knew him would have noticed the setting of his jaw. Though perhaps more importantly was the tightening of his fist, and the odd tickling in Hux's throat as he spoke, like he had a cough coming on. ]

[ The Force was nice enough to let him finish insulting Luke, before it closed around his throat like a vise. ]

Edited 2017-09-14 22:43 (UTC)

[He sucked in a breath as he felt the pressure around his throat, his eyes going wide. He clenched his fists, doing everything he could to keep for reaching for his throat even though he desperately wanted to reach up to try to pry the invisible force around his throat.]

Just like...Vader....[He managed to gasp. He had heard plenty of stories of what Vader did to incompetent Imperial officers who failed the Empire. And now Luke Skywalker was here Force-choking him, it was oddly satisfying to be able to push him to this point when Palpatine had failed to do so.]

[ His rage was almost so consuming that Luke couldn't hear the whispers, the desire to keep strangling him until his neck broke. It took him a moment, one that probably felt entirely too long for Hux, before he finally took a deep breath, trying to blow his anger out with it. He didn't let Hux go, but he did manage to mentally tell that whispering to go get stuffed. If he managed to resist his own father calling him to the Dark Side, he wasn't going to let some red-headed brat do it. ]

Yes, just like my father. Maybe instead of focusing on my imagined cowardice, you should remember that instead.

[ He let go of Hux then, though not before using the Force to shove him back a bit. ]

I thought that wasn't the Jedi way.

[He taunted once Luke released him, his voice rough. He reached up to rub his throat, stumbling back slightly. He caught himself on a bookshelf to keep his footing before looking up at Luke.]

You fear I'm right, don't you? That's why you're lashing out. You can get angry all you want but you do run away but it's only a matter of time before your nephew hunts you down.

[ Luke paused at that, and there was a bit of solemnity to his tone when he replied. ]

...I'm not a Jedi. Not yet.

[ He paused, glancing back at him. ]

And from what I've learned, I feel it may be better if I find my own path in the Force, beyond what my teachers and the Jedi used to be.

[ He moved to leave for the registers to pay for his book, before he stopped once again. ]

...and no matter what, when Kylo comes to me, I will greet him as my nephew. Whether he's there to fight or talk is up to him, but that won't change anything.

I wish you luck with that, he's spent the last five years hunting you down, I wouldn't be optimistic.

[And honestly, even if Luke was just going to come back, it would be satisfying to see him dead. But that wasn't his battle.]

Until next time, Skywalker, You may want to stock up on tissues and try to hold it together next time. [He smirked as he turned back to look at the books amused.]

[ Hux, if you had just left it there, things would have been absolutely fine, but you just had to go and ruin it. Luke's irritation spiked again, and he flicked his hand back. Hux would be able to feel that flick on the back of his head, never mind that Luke was several feet away from him and walking further away. ]

[Wow, Luke, that was so mature. He turned to face Luke again with a frown but said nothing. At least he had the satisfaction of getting under Luke's skin and nothing would tarnish the memory of seeing him tear up.]

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