STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
STEP 2: leave a comment with their name in the subject line, pictures, words or all of the above
STEP 3: profit

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[hunx]

[His teeth are bared, ground tightly against each other with a hiss at the threat to his shoulder. The hiss mutates into a soft snarl on the inward breath that follows, a moment slipping off the leash that shows just how deep the hatred for Kylo permeates down to the id. If he'd been trying to get the prideful humor off his face, he'd succeeded in that.

When freed of Ren's intangible grip, he tucks a forelock that strayed from the uniformity of the rest back in line, casts one final look that embodies all his hatred towards the apprentice, then straightens back up and redirects himself back on course.

Honestly, they're all expendable in the grand scheme, and that's not something he forgets but also something he doesn't really like to remember, because when you do it's harder to make the sell to someone that you are an irreplaceable asset. He's remembering that now, and he has to remember all the pride he felt a moment ago.]

I hope paperwork doesn't bore you. [The closest thing he gets to a joke is this.]

[narcissithstic]

[The set of his stare is so deadpan, so unfazed in the face of Hux's joke that it seems likely he's forgotten there's no mask between them. No digital grit to his voice that would only serve to underline exactly what he says next:]

I love it.

[hunx]

Excellent, then perhaps I can let you take the reigns for a while.

[He should really know better but the level of No Care and sadism is clear when he actually hands the datapad over to Ren.

Take it.

You're General today.]

[narcissithstic]

[This is the precise moment where his grim joke should backfire, and yet--

The Supreme Leader is preoccupied, their forces recuperate and he has no freedom to act while the whole of their order is grounded. Sparing one day of biding his still-wounded time isn't so unthinkable an option.

So instead he lifts his pale chin, mirroring the rigid posture of his companion as he snatches the datapad in stubborn protest.] Very well.

[Hux's machinations are precise, planned-- no doubt he expects Ren to fail in his efforts to bring their army to heel (he'll be disappointed, the apprentice thinks only briefly)-- but in his efforts he'll disrupt the pre-planned schedule, likely souring Hux's smug, preening mood.

Which will suit him fine.]

The next task we must see to? [He asks, searching for a reference point in the lines of data before him.]