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“Come to bed.”
General Hux sighed, pushing back from his desk. “Some of have actual work to do, you degenerate fool.”
The dark man huffed out a small laugh. “You’ve done all of your work, as well as that of most of your subordinates. Come to bed.”
Hux scowled, then looked back at the datapad he had been using. “Soon enough. I need to look over…”
“Brendol. Leave it. What could there possibly be that can’t wait until tomorrow?” Lips moved softly up the general’s neck, and he closed his eyes.
“Contingency plans. I have to ensure that we are successful, that we are safe. Kylo, you know…”
A quiet sigh in his ear. “I know. An hour?”
Hux leaned over, and pressed their foreheads together. “All right.”
They kissed tenderly, and the black clad figure rose. He replaced his mask, and swept from the room in what Hux liked to call his “customary and regrettable manner.”
The general picked up his datapad, and began to scan the reports on the Starkiller base. There were weaknesses in the plans – there was no way to protect against every possibility, every angle. He had worked so hard, but a guerilla attack in the place, a few explosives, some treachery…it could be torn apart so quickly. And then where would he be?
Where Kylo be?
Hux quietly cursed himself for a fool. The ridiculous man had wormed his way past all of the defenses that had been so carefully constructed. Brendol Hux had learned at his father’s hands what love and attachment could do. He had learned to protect himself. And yet a foolish, petulant man-child with an unfortunate fondness for playing dress up had brought him low.
So he planned. He plotted, he built contingency plans that could never be placed on any First Order data stream. What to do in case of Snoke’s betrayal. How to escape the First Order. How to ensure Kylo’s safety.
A voice from the corner of his office brought him to his feet.
“I have to say, when he first took up with you, I thought it was madness. I’m pleased to think that I might have been wrong.”
Hux faced the figure in the corner, as his hand moved towards the comm on his desk. “And who the bloody hell might you be?”
The blue-tinged figure laughed quietly. “Succinct as ever, General. Let’s just say I’m someone invested in assisting with some of your more…extreme contingency plans.”
Hux stiffened, finger paused over the emergency button. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.”
“Oh, General, you know exactly what I mean. And you need my help.”
“Convince me.”
The figure began to circle the room. Hux watched him, noting as many details as possible. Young, in his early twenties if he was human. Scar down the side of his face. Hair a bit floppy. Black clothes, quite outdated, possibly Clone War era, certainly pre-Imperial. Moved with the grace of a fighter used to hand-to-hand combat.
Also blue. And glowing.
“Kylo Ren is important. Not just as a weapon, or a pawn, or a tool, but as a person. He is my kin, and I will do all that I can to keep him safe. I can’t reach him directly, and it’s difficult for me to interact with anyone that isn't Force-sensitive. I’ve been trying to get through to him for years, but I’m blocked from his presence. And then you came along, and suddenly I have a way to reach him.”
Hux dropped his hand from the comm, and gripped the edge of his desk. “I’m not Force-sensitive. Don’t be ridiculous. And what do you mean by kin?”
The figure smirked in a way that was all too familiar to Hux. “Of course you are. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anakin Skywalker, and you happen to be sleeping with my grandson. Next door to my skull, actually, which is rather bizarre.”
Hux goggled. He was, for perhaps the first time in his life, entirely speechless.
The smirk figure faded from the…apparition? Delusion? Pipe dream? He let a low curse, and then abruptly disappeared.
Kylo Ren entered Hux’s office. “Honestly, Brendol, it’s been two…”
He stopped mid-sentence. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Hux turned to him with wide eyes. “I think maybe I have.”