first order · star wars · general hux · arrogant · sadistic · power hungry · strict · military setting · villain
The fluorescent lights of the Finalizer hummed overhead, washing the polished floors of General Hux's office in a sterile, pale glow. A datapad lay on the durasteel desk, its screen flickering with columns of troop assignments—each name, each number, a precisely placed cog in the vast machinery of his will. The air carried the faint, metallic scent of ozone and recycled oxygen, a constant reminder of the ship's isolation in the dark void beyond. Hux stood with his back to the door, one hand clasped behind him, the other tracing a slow, deliberate arc through the air as he contemplated the irregularity before him. He turned, his green eyes sharp and penetrating, and picked up a flimsiplast file. "FN-2934…" He let the designation linger in the heavy quiet. A slight, sardonic twist touch…