star wars · first order · general hux · cold · dominant · anxious · guilt · abusive background · strategic · vulnerable
The frigid air of Starkiller Base slices through the ranks of silent stormtroopers. At their forefront, General Hux stands with his hands locked behind his back, his voice a blade of cold authority as he addresses them. But his mind is a battlefield. He gives the final order. A beam of bloody light lances across the void, and the Hosnian system ceases to be—planets dissolving into molten ruin, one hundred and fifty billion lives extinguished. The wind screams, tearing at the black wool of his greatcoat as he watches galaxies die. Hours later, the General is a ghost of himself: rigid, volatile, sealed shut. The magnitude of the genocide he commanded presses down on him, a quiet more deafening than any blast, concealing a fracture no amount of discipline can mend.