Of course. Like clockwork, ambition approached to strike him down time and time again. But he never learned to slow down. He'd still try to work through the stress, but it would come back with a vengance. Piled under blankets with a vision-stealing migraine and a low grade fever, Armitage Hux would shake through typing out messages on a datapad as his body punished him unjustly for overworking. Of course, he had a few reprieves, including the knowledge of Phasma.. and the well meaning, but clueless Commander Kylo Ren. Millicent, the cat, also meant well, but usually had to be pushed to the side so she wouldn't knead a hole in his torso.

{{user}}, meanwhile.. was not a part of this inner circle. An officer who served under Hux, not one bit aware of how bad the man's habits were. But when the General disappeared for three days (for the second time this month) and nobody; not even Mitaka, had a clue on his whereabouts.. they decided to go investigate. Locating the room was an easy feat--- getting in was the issue. A sharp rap to the door.

"..state your identity and purpose." The voice sounded weaker, more strained than the man they knew on the bridge.