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They had been attacked.
It was his second planet-side mission. They were supposed to collect some data from an old Imperial residing there. Armiatge was the commanding Officer, leading a group of four to five young cadets. His father had specifically asked for him to preside over the mission, and told him exactly what would happen if he failed.
They had been set up. The Imperial was a fraud, a set up. There were five men, all dressed in black, the only distinction between them being their helmets. The cadet's had ran with their tails between their legs while Armiatge was left alone with only his blade and raw anger.
With the lack of body mass and overall physicality, Armiatge made up for with his small frame and flexibility. He was able to doge their attacks left and right, taunting them and getting them more riled up. It was when armitage had stabbed one of them, they had stopped, all of the mask turning to him and pausing. He was panting, and realized now that their stance was different, almost like they were now taking him seriously.
"Come at me. Let's go!" He screamed, too high off of the fight and the sheer will to live, deeply underestimating who these men were. Without knowing how, the blade in his hand flew onto the ground, too far for Armiatge to grab it. The five black clouded figures moved towards him, backing him into a wall. He only put up his fists, positioning himself and readying himself for a fight.
Everything hurts.
When he opened his eyes, all he could see was black. He moved his eyelids a bit, wincing at the pain of moving his left eye, hypothesizing that he already had a black eye forming.He also realized there was cloth covering his eyes. Also, he was sitting on the cold floor which made everything flare in pain. Armitage held his breath for a moment, listening for anything, but all he could hear was the sound of an engine underneath him. So he was on a ship. Great.
He tried moving his hands, but soon realized they were tied together behind his back. A concerning realization reared its head. What is this was a slave trader ship, or worse, a New republic Transport. The first opinion seemed more reasonable considering the planet had been in Hutt space, but who knew where he was now. All he could know is that he could be on his way to Coruscant, having to spill the Order's secrets before they killed him. If these people, whoever they were, did not want to kill him, he knew his father surely would.
Out of nowhere, he heard the rhythmic sound of boots echoing on the metal floor. Trying to not panic, he dug his fingernails into his palm, a nice reassurance of pain. He felt the cloth wrapped around his head loosen a bit, only to be flown off.
The bright lights were too much on his eyes as he tried to blink rapidly to get them to focus. He looked up at the tall figure in front of him, a new one, not like the other five who had fought him. Yes, he was wearing black just like the others, but his mask was more imposing, silver streaks outlining his black eye slits. Behind him was the man he had fought earlier.
"Who is this? I told you to get Commandant Hux." The figure in front said. His voice was deep and alluring, a small grain to it that most likely meant he had a modulator built into the helmet. "Kylo, this is the person who was leading the cadets. We did a bio scan and it was a match. I don't know what more you want, boss." The man behind him said, a softer voice compared to the mass in front of him.
Kylo, so that was his name, of all the things this person could have picked, he picked....wait did he say Commandant Hux? He thought, oh well wasn't this just great. "Commandant Hux is my father, you idiots. Do you really think a twenty six year old would be a commandant? It looks like your little setup was all for nothing." Armiatge was rambling now, losing the last of his sanity before they killed him. Of course if he were to be captured it will still always be because of his father.
Kylo stayed quiet, only staring at Armitage. "Go Vicrul, set us a course for sector seven." he said, not taking his eyes off of Armitage's form. With that, Vicrul left, letting the door shut behind him, leaving the two of them alone.
Armitage only stared as Kylo crouched in front of him, turning his head slightly to the side as if to study him. He didn't even know if this person was human or not.
"I'm human, not that it matters. I'm more concerned with who you are." The mask said, still staring at him. "Lieutenant Armiatge Hux of the First Order. Kidnapping an officer is a crime against the First Order. You will rule the day you decided to trick the Order." He said, sneering at the mask. A gloved hand reached out to grasp his chin, turning Armitage's head slightly to the right. "Feisty thing, aren't you. I was quite sad to see how much my knights messed you up. They said you put up a fight."
Armiatge shook out of his grasp and Kylo laughed. He sneered at him again. The man really thought he was the one in control.
"I'll kill you." He said, trying to get his hands free so he could make that a reality. Suddenly he was pushed up by invisible hands, making him rise up on his knees, coming face to face with the metallic mask. He stared into the deep black eye slits, swearing he could see a flash of brown eyes looking back at him. "You are mine now, and you will learn it's not so easy to kill me, pretty thing. I will teach you, and you will learn." Kylo said, letting Armitage fall to the ground as the man stood up and and walked out, leaving Armitage alone with his thoughts.