[ ooc: hux has all the basic powers that come from the symbiote! he hasn't exactly been taking well to having his thoughts essentially broadcasted, so he tries to keep a tight lid on all of that. for anyone assuming CR– he's as stiff as freshly starched shirts and friendly isn't really in his dictionary. moreover, he's a general, so he's annoying with orders or requests and still kind of expects them to be followed. ]
[ i. debrief ]
[ The briefing is informative, succinct.
But he wishes, very much so, that he understood the military hierarchy of either side. Their tactics here display their ruthlessness, so he knows they will spare no one if they can help it. However, if he could get patterns... well, no matter. Again, he's sinking into habit. The title of General sits on him like a cloak that he will not shrug off, no matter how long he happens to be in this arrangement.
Once they're dismissed, he immediately goes for the docking bay, a strange sense of nostalgia creeping up his spine as he looks at the ships in a row. If he closes his eyes, he could imagine tie fighters, gleaming and ready. He doesn't, even if the urge is strong. Quick, efficient steps take him to one of the ships and he wastes no time addressing whoever might be gawking. ]
If you know how to pilot, I want you in that cockpit. I'll be your secondary. If you don't, strap in, time is ticking.
[ And with that, he brushes past, heading for the ramp up onto the craft. ]
[ ii. hitting rock bottom ]
[ When it comes down to a race on technology and how fast one can disable it, Hux feels like this is something he can take in hand. His own rise to power had been based on how much tech he could develop and make use of. Push this project, stall that one, take apart this other one to make it better. Studying the schematics of the drill has given him a better idea of how it can be disabled, though going by himself is out of the question.
It is, after all, an active piece of equipment. No use in making this more dangerous by doing something stupid and rushing in by oneself. So, he turns to whoever is closest once they reach their destination, geared up and ready to go. ]
Coming?
[ It's less of a question and more of an impatient order. ]
[ iv. into the black yonder ]
[ Decision making is something that comes with the territory. Of being a General, of course. He'd been thinking in the downtime (sightseeing is not a hobby of his), considering the option of how they'll get off this doomed moon. There's the Bal ship they came on, of course. But, those are not the only ships available. Everything is grounded, thanks to the armada, so choosing which one will be least detected is what's at stake here.
In the end, he chooses the Bal ship. Military conformity is something he's used to, and unless he's forgotten everything in his training, he can understand a bit of where the fleet would be coming from. Blending will be hard once they break atmo, but he has some ideas on how they could get past with little notice.
Though, as he takes a seat in one of the pilot's chairs, he thins his lips at the darkening sky above. Bal isn't going to hold back. ]
The odds are certainly stacked. [ This is suicide. ]
[ iv. wildcard ]
[ if you've got another idea or prompt to throw this way, be my guest! ]
general hux || star wars: the force awakens
[ i. debrief ]
[ The briefing is informative, succinct.
But he wishes, very much so, that he understood the military hierarchy of either side. Their tactics here display their ruthlessness, so he knows they will spare no one if they can help it. However, if he could get patterns... well, no matter. Again, he's sinking into habit. The title of General sits on him like a cloak that he will not shrug off, no matter how long he happens to be in this arrangement.
Once they're dismissed, he immediately goes for the docking bay, a strange sense of nostalgia creeping up his spine as he looks at the ships in a row. If he closes his eyes, he could imagine tie fighters, gleaming and ready. He doesn't, even if the urge is strong. Quick, efficient steps take him to one of the ships and he wastes no time addressing whoever might be gawking. ]
If you know how to pilot, I want you in that cockpit. I'll be your secondary. If you don't, strap in, time is ticking.
[ And with that, he brushes past, heading for the ramp up onto the craft. ]
[ ii. hitting rock bottom ]
[ When it comes down to a race on technology and how fast one can disable it, Hux feels like this is something he can take in hand. His own rise to power had been based on how much tech he could develop and make use of. Push this project, stall that one, take apart this other one to make it better. Studying the schematics of the drill has given him a better idea of how it can be disabled, though going by himself is out of the question.
It is, after all, an active piece of equipment. No use in making this more dangerous by doing something stupid and rushing in by oneself. So, he turns to whoever is closest once they reach their destination, geared up and ready to go. ]
Coming?
[ It's less of a question and more of an impatient order. ]
[ iv. into the black yonder ]
[ Decision making is something that comes with the territory. Of being a General, of course. He'd been thinking in the downtime (sightseeing is not a hobby of his), considering the option of how they'll get off this doomed moon. There's the Bal ship they came on, of course. But, those are not the only ships available. Everything is grounded, thanks to the armada, so choosing which one will be least detected is what's at stake here.
In the end, he chooses the Bal ship. Military conformity is something he's used to, and unless he's forgotten everything in his training, he can understand a bit of where the fleet would be coming from. Blending will be hard once they break atmo, but he has some ideas on how they could get past with little notice.
Though, as he takes a seat in one of the pilot's chairs, he thins his lips at the darkening sky above. Bal isn't going to hold back. ]
The odds are certainly stacked. [ This is suicide. ]
[ iv. wildcard ]
[ if you've got another idea or prompt to throw this way, be my guest! ]