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While going to a First Order area wasn’t wise to begin with, the tavern was the only place on the planet, nearby enough to get a drink.
“Not you, darlin’.” The hooded, pale, humanoid grinned, showing off sharp fangs which seemed to grow. The petty officer that reeked of alcohol stood up, somehow still courageous enough to go against the cloaked figure.
The cloaked figure concealed his hands behind his back, where nobody would truly be able to tell what he was doing. Then the man abruptly dropped down, and crawled to the dark & purple-scarlet robed figure.
“Oh, please, my lord, please forgive me! I am a mere mortal who likes being cuckolded by strangers! Please forgive me for asking such filth of you, amazing lord.” pleaded the petty officer, being forced to apologize in front of everyone what he propositioned the other.
The cloaked being chuckled. “Very well then, dear. You make good atonement, It seems I’ll have to forgive you.” Then the cloaked man’s hands went back to his hips, giggling; the male on the floor coughed harshly, highly mortified.
Hux’s tense, protective stance relaxed even as his fingers, interlaced with his little brother’s, tightened their grip. He lost interest as soon as it was clear that Techie was not the target of any harrassment.
Techie, on the other hand, blushed a bright pink at his mistake. Years of catcalls and insults slung his way by coworkers trained him to believe every harsh word was meant for him.
He watched the spectacle with a mix of horror, shock, and intrigue. The cloaked man had made the officer say that? “The Force, Armitage,” he whispered to him, eyes still locked on the spluttering officer. “I think it w-was the Force.” The awe and fear in his voice was clear.
Armitage Hux gave Techie a humorless smile, perhaps on alert still. He curled further around his brother. Hux knew too much of the Force and it’s effects, thanks to his impulsive Co-Commander.
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