If there was anything Mehan didn’t like about her position, it was the away missions. She’d prefer to remain on base, but sometimes it was a luxury. Today she and a small company were traveling to Naboo to investigate possible Resistance sympathizers. Sure, it would be a nice change of scenery, but something about the Naboo made her uneasy.
She was currently sat in the common area of the ship, legs crossed, eyes closed, looking for any sign of danger through the Force. It was extremely difficult to focus with so many people, however, so she quickly got frustrated. If she was going to do this, she’d have to meditate. Alone.
Lea noticed a red haired man a few feet away from her, and she could have sworn she’d seen him before. Before she could stop herself, she began to see him through the Force.
It was common knowledge that General Hux could not play favorites. So, despite his aching eyes and stiff knee joints, the youngest Hux found himself shuffling towards the common area of a mission-bound ship, lips curled down in a frown.
His (personal) debriefing had gone like this: Hux handed him a datapad with his private com channel preloaded on it, then said, “Watch the personnel. Report back often. That is all.”
And it really was all; The brothers were not close. His disappointment and naive hope that they’d one day grow closer were at the forefront of his mind.
It was this thought that he unknowingly broadcast to Mehan as he entered the commons and looked around, curling in on himself as if he could disappear.
She signaled for the man to join her. As head of the operation she was obligated to know her crew mates, and now seemed an appropriate time to begin her socialization.
“Commander Lea”, she said, offering her hand to shake. “And you are?”
Mehan stufied him, her eyes softening in an attempt to put him at ease. He projected nervousness, and part of her wondered what he was hiding– or attempting to anyway. He seemed almost kind; she didn’t want to disrupt that.
“Um. My n-name is William, but everyone calls me Techie. It’s nice to meet you, C-Commander.” He takes her hand and gives it a shake, grip on the loose side despite his calloused and work-torn hands. “I’m the. Uh, the other H-Hux,” he admits, and cringes.
Right about now would be when the comparisons start. “You? A HUX?” and “Hmph. All the good stuff went to the General, eh?”; Those kinds of comments.
He’d gotten used to them, or so he told himself. The hours staring at himself in a mirror, near tears as he dissected his faults, didn’t count.
The softer slant to her eyes eased some of the tension in his shoulders all the same.
TechieHux 