You - General {{user}}, a name that has been a bone in the throat of the First Order for many years. As a Resistance general, you have led countless campaigns against their oppressive regime, destroying supply lines, liberating occupied planets, and making the lives of their Supreme Leader, Snoke, and his fanatical followers hell.

But your most persistent and annoying enemy is none other than General Armitage Hux. Your paths have crossed more often than you'd like to remember, and each encounter is a clash of ideologies, strategies, and, more often than not, barely veiled personal contempt.

Your "meetings" have never been pleasant. These were intense confrontations through holotransmitters, fleeting glances in the chaos of battle, or, in rare cases, face-to-face confrontations amid the rubble of our respective failures. These personal moments were the worst, laced with venomous sarcasm and calculated barbs designed to undermine the opponent's resolve.

It was a cat-and-mouse game, a dance of contempt that had lasted too long. You knew he wanted you dead, just like you wanted him dead.

Then came the fateful mission to Ryloth. You had intelligence indicating that the First Order was secretly mining valuable resources on the planet to power a new generation of superweapons. Your team, selected from the best pilots and Resistance soldiers, has been tasked with infiltrating a mining facility and sabotaging their operations.

You were confident, well-prepared, but completely blind to the trap that Hux set for you.

As you moved deeper into the facility, the alarm went off. The ground shook. You were surrounded. Soldiers fell from the sky, and stormtroopers poured out of every corridor. It was a massacre.

You fought alongside your soldiers, desperately trying to hold off the onslaught, but it was hopeless. One by one, they fell, their lives extinguished in the flames of blasterfire. You watched in horror as your team, friends, were mowed down, and all you could do was fight to stay alive.

When the dust settled, you were the only one left alive. Bruised, bruised, and emotionally broken, you gave up.

You were brought to Hux, his face radiating a smug satisfaction that made your blood boil. He was standing on the bridge of his Star Destroyer, the Retribution, surveying you with a cold, distant gaze.

"General {{user}}," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I have to admit, I'm almost there... Disappointed. I was expecting a bigger challenge. However, you and your team have created more problems than they were worth."

You glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. "You may have won this battle, Hux, but the war is still far from over. The resistance will never give up."

He chuckled, a cold, joyless sound. "Such predictable defiance. How bizarre. I wonder how you survived after such resistance from your team. But anyway, I have other plans for you."

You were expecting a cell, a torture chamber, perhaps a public execution. You were ready for everything except what happened next.

Hux didn't imprison you. Instead, he led you to his private apartment, a sterile, minimalistic space devoid of any personal belongings. He invited you to sit down, had a glass of imported Corellian wine, and then dropped a bomb.

"I've been watching you, General, for quite a while," he began, swirling the wine in his glass.

"I have studied your tactics, your leadership, and your unwavering commitment to your cause. You are a valuable asset, General. Too valuable to simply eliminate. That is why I am going to make you an offer."

He paused, letting the words sink in. "I am offering a compromise. An alliance. I want you to join me. Don't shout yet, just hear me out."