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I am.....General Hux

A lone guy and his journey to fixing the Canon timeline whilst preserving it's main story to the best of his abilities

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Chapter 2: New Job And First Meeting

Putting on the Uniform wasn't that hard....no am serious it wasn't though it felt weird and unfamiliar. I swear am going to change the uniform when I have the chance. Anyways now I got to go to work....I think I used too much to in that sentence, maybe I should have said Now time to go to work...now it's time for Work..Yes that sounds better.

Whilst such thoughts gleefully popped up in my head I took one last look at myself, mind you the seco...not fourth time I have ever looked at my current self in the mirror and then I looked at my first and made some expressions, I preferred my straight and calm face though I do smile a lot.

That though prompted me to try different smiling faces and familiarizing myself with the feeling, a slight smirk should do most of the time though hopefully I don't smile too widely. it doesn't fit right with me. Okay, I am General Hux now nothing more and I've got a chance now. Though I've never killed someone, I have though deeply about it and whilst depending on the situation it could break me but I believe for now it should be that hard for me. Killing someone, though am totally fine with killing non human species. Yes, I am Xenophobic to anything not human though doesn't mean I am cruel to anything not human... I just hate them I guess.

( Taking a deeeeep breath in and then realizing it) I steeled myself as my heart was pounding a but loudly which was kinda uncomfortable nevertheless I am ready and so I took my first step out of my door, I've got only the memories and Body/muscle memory so hopefully they don't fail me.

Finding my way to the Command deck was not really hard though I did keep getting saluted. Sir, a male voice spoke towards me and instinctively I turned to it and my eyes revealed to me a young officer in a drafting position to which I nodded at cauing him to relax a bit. I stared into his eyes before looking at him from head to toe examining him.

He had Black hair and oval shaped face, his skin color was white and eye color Brown. Handsome I dare say in a word what I would call him, he had his black shirt and some type of armour on, it actually fitted him almost perfectly along with the helmet he is holding at his side....I don't like the design of it though I wonder how he would look in pain or anger or maybe-

My thoughts were cut of abruptly by...me because I had to ask.

" Where is Kylo Ren." I asked, my voice low and I stared at him in the eye. My hands behind my back in a relaxed position( um...you know like the one shown by hux or for those who stand at and at ease position after an attention position or salute)

" Sir, he followed the troops down on the planet seemingly wanting to be there." he replied.

Hmm, then that means my memories do not lie, which means it can be trusted for now at least. Anyways what's his name- oh true the First order uses designation here.

" what's you designation." I asked him out of curiosity as my right eyebrow raised itself slightly.

" LT-3459 Sir," he replied still with a straight face.

" Hmm and why are you here." I asked once more cause should he be somewhere and not in the command deck or am I mistaking something.

" Sir, you..requested me" he said a bit of surprise in his voice though he didn't break his straight face....which annoyed me for some reason.

One for some reason I don't like his straight face and two I have no recollection of that which could mean....I have gaps in my memories or his is simply lying though I doubt that. I see no need for that based on my memories.

" Your dismissed LT-3459." I said as he responded with a salute before making his way out, sigh I feel like I am going to forget that designation of his very soon. Well now I just wait for Kylo Ren I guess.

Jakku if I recall correctly, the massive graveyard of ships and quite the fun map to play in the games though I never liked the Resistance, I believe that soon Kylo Ren would be returning to the ship along with Phasma.

Ah Phasma, you had sooo much potential and beauty left untouched and ruined, it's too bad you got killed off without showing any major additions to the plot. Honestly I would have like to have a loyalty or support but that can't be possible cause she only serves herself. Then I guess I'll just give her no choice or simply break though the methods would be something I might either not liked and simply have not thought about it yet.

Am bored though, I need entertainment.....FN-2187 or 86 I believe was Finn's number/designation, the Suspected Force Sensitive traitorous and heartless former stormtrooper and a hated Simp....am sorry but am not messing with you, for the Plot and for my benefit. Though that brings up the question on how much strength said armour has, definitely have to check that up myself.

I actually liked the First order blaster, that is the only blaster I like apart from the Clone war blaster.....sh*t I can't remember it's name, no that can't be right I studied not only the blaster but it's Variant and Commando one. I loved it but now I can't remember it's name, eh..I'll probably remember it after.

I wonder if am force Sensitive, though won't that put me of Ultimate Power's list, Shreve Palpatine would or might probably sense a change but would he, then again I am not going anywhere near him though there is snoke which is the Supreme leader who I suspect is either Palpatines pawn or Doll....wait won't that mea-.

" Sir, the ships are returning". A voice said to me breaking up my thoughts as I looked at the Dark space known as space and saw something coming at me.

hmmmm, I should probably go check that Prisoner....Poe something I believe and probably Ren too.

" Ah...where is the prisoner going to be taken." I asked softly as I turned towards the voice that spoke before.

" In the Interrogation room at level 3." the voice replied to which I nodded once more and began making my way towards there purely depending on memory to reach said interrogation room.