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General Hux was feeling very proud of himself. He had allowed one of his troopers to shoot that low-life Spice dealer once their deal was complete and he had acquired the pickup location of his supply. Hux had explained exactly how all the Spice he now owned was going to help the glorious First Order find purchase on new planets. He enjoyed gloating over the blue beast of a man while he was gasping on the ground; it was clear to Hux that the woman associated with the Spice dealer was terrified of the intimidating general and had run away in fear.
The creature -- what was his name again? -- wasn’t dying nearly as quickly as Hux would have liked, though. He had already run out of things to brag about. He turned from the lump lying on the floor and looked to his cortège of storm troopers.
“I think the Supreme Leader will be extremely pleased with my accomplishments here today. The fact that…” Hux droned on to his unwilling audience. He was congratulating himself on a job well done and explaining to these bucket heads what they could have done better throughout the night. One of the storm troopers tried speaking to General Hux at one point, but he gave them a nasty glare and threatened their life if any of them dared interrupt him again. He resumed speaking very highly of himself for a few moments more, then glanced over his shoulder to see if his victim was dead yet.
Hux’s eyes bulged out of their sockets and he spun towards where the man -- Teck! -- was supposed to be lying in a dead heap.
“Where did he go?!” Hux screeched. He darted his eyes around the room to find any trace of the scoundrel.
None of the storm troopers responded, fearful that they would forfeit their lives by speaking up and describing how he had crawled away while Hux was posturing in front of them.
General Hux began to sweat. Where was Terran? Was he going to seek revenge for the blaster shot that Hux had ordered? He pulled a blaster from one of the trooper’s holsters and held it in front of him for protection.
“Well. I believe it’s time to go,” Hux stated, raking his unoccupied hand through his hair and feeling stains growing beneath his arms.
He began the procession out of the private rooms and through the casino, his guards trailing after him. The group stood out among the fancily dressed clientele, but everyone was either too drunk or high to notice their progress. Once outside with the large number of patron ships, Hux walked carefully towards where his own should be, all the while keeping an eye out for a blue-skinned man with a hole in his chest and a vendetta.
He was just in time to see Teck Terran stumble into his second-favorite cruiser and close the hatch.
“What? NO!” Hux yelled, running towards the landing pad his ship was docked on. He was blown backwards when the ship launched from the pad, landing in the dirt on his back. He struggled to raise himself on his elbows and watched as the ship flew into the atmosphere, leaving behind the bodies of the three storm troopers he had ordered to defend his precious cruiser.
Incomepetent fools!
Hux stood to his full height. He was so mad! He stomped his feet and pounded his arms against the air, throwing a full-blown temper tantrum. Dust kicked up around him and got in his eyes. He started scrubbing his sleeves against his face in order to clear them out. The friction of the particles caused his eyes to turn red and watery, like he had been crying. But he wasn’t crying! No, absolutely not. He was not crying over the loss of his second-favorite ship.
He squinted through the tears that were not falling, and fixed the remaining storm troopers with a watery glare.
“What are you waiting for? Call someone and explain how badly you all cocked up the end of this mission! If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t have succeeded at all!” Hux yelled at them.
“Yes sir,” they responded.
The commanding trooper radioed to their flagship requesting pickup while General Hux sniffled miserably and thought of how he was going to explain the missing ship to Supreme Leader Snoke.
Stupid Kylo Ren better not say a word about this, or else he’ll regret it. I’ll make him regret it.
One day.
But for now, one day was far off and he would continue not crying over his failed attempt at impressing his master.
Maker , was he going to be in some deep bantha shit when he got back...