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Practice. [Drabble.]
Night has fallen over Coruscant. The sky was a dark canvas dotted with brilliant stars, reminiscent of the lights that permeated throughout the planet. Usually even at this late hour the center would be bustling with people looking for ways to unwind, to have fun after a tiring day at work, but not during these times. The city was quiet, almost eerily so. The war between the First Order and the Republic had obvious consequences. A curfew was set for the safety of the people and to bring order. Hux believed that people thrived under organized regimes, many tiring decisions taken from their shoulders. Wasn’t that easier, more feasible?
Hux felt proud of what he had accomplished. The way he took hadn’t been simple, marred with decisions that he knew would’ve been impossible and unthinkable for other people to make, but not for him. Armitage Hux was ruthless in his conquest for more power, unstoppable and filled with determination. So it came as no surprise that now he would finally be allowed to harvest the ripe fruits of his hard labor.
After the murder of Supreme Leader Snoke he had to witness none other but that brat, Kylo Ren, take his place. Of course he would. Hux was reluctant to believe that the girl was the one to kill Snoke. Either way, he knew Kylo was somehow involved in this, his judgement was always clouded by his emotions. They were raw and impulsive and at times Hux envied him for it. He learned to control his emotions, to never allow himself to slip, his eyes always on the goal, never straying from it. Kylo was a thunderstorm, a force too wild to contain. Unpredictable. So was the choice he made to promote Hux to the position of Chancellor.
Obviously, taking into account their previous history, he was surprised to hear of this, but he greedily took the opportunity. Ren was still the one giving him commands, which he despised, but being the Chancellor gave him more power, he was leading the war against the Resistance now and he would make sure that they would win. Then the whole Galaxy would be his, he had no doubt of such an outcome. It was glorious, everything he had ever dared to dream of.
Tonight found Hux in one of his rooms. The training room to be more precise. The red lightsaber he was wielding pierced through the otherwise dominant darkness of the space he was occupying. It looked magnificent. Hux was a swift and agile swordsman; his movements were elegant, almost as if his lithe frame was performing a dance. But he was blind to the Force.
As a child he was fascinated by the stories he heard about the Jedi and the Sith. In his childish excitement he admired them, wanting to possess the ability to use the magic they controlled.
Memories came to mind. Of himself and another boy, sticks replacing lightsabers and wild, wide smiles on their bright faces. The images were broken by his father's stern voice and a burning sting on his cheek. "You ought to cease this nonsense at once, Armitage!" He was one of the very few people that ever called him by his given name and Hux hated it. "Focus on your studies, no more of these silly, childish distractions." No matter that Hux was indeed still a child at that point. Brendol didn't care, all he wanted was an obedient son or maybe all he wanted was to have him under his control, getting some sort of sick joy from it, like a revenge, as if everything bad was Hux's fault. And he listened, leaving behind playful pretend battles to excel at school and then at the Academy.
After his father's death Hux had given in to his childish dreams, now under the pretense of gaining even more power by learning how to control the Force. So he inhaled every book, every text on the Jedi and the Sith he could get his hands on. Being the engineering genius that he was, he build his own, unique lightsaber with the help of a weapon forger he deemed intelligent and secretive enough to carry out the work. Hux didn't want anyone to know.
Ever since he had been training relentlessly, his skills with the saber were something he was proud of. But no matter how hard he'd try, he couldn't connect with the Force. It was agonizingly disappointing and frustrating to have something that he couldn't shape to his will, that he couldn't make his own. It kept slipping through his fingers. His mind wouldn't open to it no matter how many times he tried. Hux huffed when he stumbled. He was sweaty, his skin flushed with exertion. His usual uniform had been replaced with a black ensemble of tank top and sweatpants.
He retracted his lightsaber and stalked to take hold of the water bottle he set down in the corner of the room. Taking large, thirsty gulps from it, he walked out onto the balcony, a beautiful panorama of Coruscant. A sigh left his lips as he leaned against the railing, his ginger hair falling into his eyes, unseemly unruly, but Hux found that he didn't really care too lost in his thoughts, too lost in the view.
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