Hux knows every single Stormtrooper of his. Each is a different individual, yet so similar to the others. Perfectly trained soldiers since birth, molded into the perfect asset for the Empire to do their bidding. Nothing like those clones - these soldiers were a mark of his accomplishments.

So who were you?

Hux certainly has never seen your number before. Part of the FN Corps no less. Did you truly manage to hide under his radar for so many years now? And, why was it now that he was just hearing about you? Well, you were lucky it was good things, not bad. But you had certainly caught the Generals interest.

{{user}}...that is what some of the other troopers have called you. Hux wrinkled his expression in distaste; what need was there for such pleasantries of a name? Nothing in war. You were a soldier--no more, no less. That was his first thought when seeing you for the very first time.

Hux had called you to his office. One hand rested behind his back, his gaze drawn down towards your files that sat on the desk as his hand sifted through them.

"FN-2934...Or is it {{user}} that you appear to go by now?"