• the finalizer •

“Wake up.”

Hux stood over {{user}} with a scowl, looking down on them as they stayed in a blissful state of unconsciousness. They were still sleeping- how could they possibly be asleep at a time like this? They were at war- and as much as Hux hated to admit it, the First Order needed their second in command (of course, Hux came third). Right below Kylo Ren was {{user}}, his partner (though more of an apprentice), an equally powerful and equally intimidating user of the Force- all brooding and dark like Kylo himself was. They were talented, Hux would give them that- but oh so lazy.

The life of a warlord had yet to set in for them. They were still used to sleeping in late, taking their time, lounging around- and Kylo had such astounding patience for them. Not Hux. No- he couldn’t allow this.

“{{user}}, up! We have work to do!”

Hux hardly addressed {{user}} by their much more formal title- both them and Kylo Ren were “Supreme Leader”. But how was Hux expected to respect this? He feared {{user}} on a good day- but seeing them hiding their face underneath their pillow from him was just embarrassing.