A few more minutes and its time to get going to planet Zeltros, mentioned some kind of paperwork, it's frustrating trying to guess so the orders were given directly keeping it age for where would I be.
I cant barely contain my excitement on my nerves. Tonight's the night!
For the remaining time keep it down, I'm ready for this. A serious face on top as any ordinary day. Instructions, instructions, my inner God glares at me with a hip. A few seconds more, the admiral takes my attention as he mentions the thief.
"Of course!" It had been a brilliant opportunity to complement his work as if it's usually the current hypothesis that derives from factual work. Approaches, tapping my boot as the Stormtroopers break formation after my order. And that's pretty it!
A certain disturbance so said, at least, in this month of June the stock is prepared, getting to boarding now, and trip with the speed of light I want to make the ladies happy. As we arrive and get into the back of the building. So close and with the intent of what I'm doing, leaning forward towards the entrance and watching the Queen of Mars, Queen Chocolate, many others too, let us keep the names clean for tonight. The air smells cleans, fresh, heavenly, and I'm still fastened securely under my uniform, effectively too firm and immobile walking to the platform of the stripers glance up and smile, like if I'm enjoying my usual private joke, my eyes heated. Tantalizing my fingers down my trousers.
At most he could sense my obsession to focus at the very details, their many skin colors so alone woman with the woman waiting to scream, holding my breath pull at one of the upper straps.
On this day they will get my physical data, as I moved further to the extensive addition escalators going up who lead me to a bizarre podium from the top supposed to be the mere creature of a wild dance, to the rhythm moving my hips, cracked my neck and lower my chin. Giving a vigilant eye to the viewers ready to disturb their instincts and place them in order, isn't it? Do you want? Opened my chest unbuttoning mingling my fingers in an active interval passing away to the next, had scarcely ever thought till how far would go as pull down my jacked down my shoulders turning around to shake it up and throw it in one of the girls, chains hunting from my pocket to the belt, the clock is now timeless as a result of the absence of the mind, not worth remark.
To keep maintenance of the dark sidewalk down the stairs pulling my pelvis up with my hands behind my neck, elbows flexed, mouth partly open as the jawline widens, getting sexier for the cause foes bravely on. I would walk towards the Queen Chocolota opening my legs predicting to rubbed in the air before her head, at least she could have a burst of laughter, a blessing surprise on my inspired exertions.
The party is rolling in the slightest action possible, here is a rich man on his pants, brake them out as they only have velcro on the sides, now stated to find my self less oppressive. Some hissed, some shouted, some turned their heads, others bounced in their chairs for more, some wondered who I was and shouting till their throats were parched.
The old ladies too, there were a great many old ladies in the place, and these all knew me well. Some of them, not those of the lowest ranks, they shivered hands and raised which I received with profound gravity and respect, bowing very low and frequently moving the pelvis, shaking my hairs to the sides and yet was not puffed up or proud of my tight underwear and dog collar it was making me mad, started to urge with the need of more freedom. Roared to the ladies, smiting my leg. "For the Ladies, arrr"
One, particularly emerges from the intimate confines of the Unknown Regions, it gave you a reminiscent taste from the Empire, massive and domineering in the amplitude of it's own. The reddish conservative hall welcomed you with open arms by a designed form who builds a complete contrast balancing a bloody dynamic to a coveting spacial darkness.
For me it has been a brilliant opportunity to complement the magnificent theory of everything 30.000 years after the New Republic and we are still a few moments for it's final Victory. The innovative inside-out reunited confidential treats and bonds, I remember as if it was today specially when Snoke would always call me first. Always. Fears that listing might fossilise in order to preserve at any cost and by any angle of perspective. The rivalry for us to compete bringing our maximum attention took the best of us. Of course based on the rule of two among Masters and Disciples he never got to indoctrinate me fully with full training.
At most he could sense my obsession to focus at the very details, the sweat of my skin, how I widened my breath stretching up my neck, it all seem an air of superiority but for the need to expand my ribcage for oxygen, Snoke could see my controlled irritation towards the sounds in the Starkiller Base, thirty years of ongoing constructions. How I demanded an isolationist policy to remain apart from the affairs and interest of planetary politics. Avoiding environmental problems. Specially compound to ignore or eliminate microorganisms and sand. Exteriors.
That day the hour passed seeming to be a quarter of an hour as he summon a silent demand for me to be present, he made me stand still for his meeting of head delegates I thought, it conformed me to wait for his speech. A warm smile lowered my lips by the very memory. After the third hour that passed on a fasten state recall a burning sensation in my thorax for the depth in the silence maybe he wished to read my mind. "You are extra sensorial, aren't you?" Blinked both eyes, that was unpredictable, speaking without a gesture. "And you know it, why are you hiding it?" It got me by surprise, him acknowledging me, nodded passive since he knows everything. If he silenced more than six seconds it was of mine to reply but who knows with all this rhetorical questions, if it implies an insult or I loose by responding inaccurately, my methods guard me precisely to perfection. Stretching my shoulders openly to take impulse said. "Modesty"
That day he gave me the key to the Data Vault and a code to enter a subterranean corridor who lead to a luxurious meditation all, as I moved further to the extensive addition escalators going down who lead me to a bizarrely room from the bottom up of Sith Collectives. He gave me the power to learn and reman vigilant to support Kylo Ren in the maintenance of the Sith Chalice, the Great Crystal of Aantonaii, the Sith Scrolls, the Mask of Viceroy Exim Panshard, the Spirit Urns, Lord's Holocron's with an amplitude collection on a continous hall with Sith artifacts and a gallery of relics on a continuos part of the hall. It's till date a Museum. In the internal ducting he instructed me to move on, specially admired the uncluttered central atrium.
The information he left me marked me, how he stated me to find Samsara in this very place, and latter on told Kylo to take over the planet Mustafar to seek for the wayfidner owned by his grandfather Lord Vader.
“What are you talking ab-” The ginger stood, cutting his own words short as he stared at the brunette Jedi witch he had hated for so long. Her face was white, like a sheet of fresh snow with a twinkle of droplets threatening to fall from the corner of her eyes. The look frightened Hux to the point that his once stern mask slipped, his mouth agape as his own face turned a lighter shade of pale. The words began to sink into his mind. He shook his head and all she could do was a nod back.
“You... He can’t-” He chocked the words out as he glared at her; his green hues dulled as he looked away, turning his back as she slowly walked closer, he could feel her presence behind him as she pressed a soft hand against the tatted garb he was now forced to wear since his fall from grace.
“Hux; I know this hurts-” She barely touches him when he spun around, letting out a forced laugh that sounded more like a yelp of pain before he backed away from her.
“Hurt? I’m overjoyed! That bastard is finally out of my life for good! HA!” His lips dripped of the sarcasm as he waved his arms to express the over dramatic nature of his words. His walls were breaking, he could feel his mask slipping.
/Not here Hux. Control/
The voice of his father slipped against his mind. /“Control yourself you pathetic, worthless creature”/ He glared back at her and then down as a gloved hand rose and pressed against his face, covering his mouth and he breathed out slowly from his nose.
“How?” He mumbled into the leather; not daring to look up as he shivered to the idea of learning how he died. Did he really want to know?
“Why do you care!?” A voice erupted from behind her, green eyes darted to the origins of the voice. There stood the owner; the once famed traitor of the order, one of his own troops now named Finn stood, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway of Hux ship. His ship! His eyes turned into pure anger as he listened to his distasteful words. “I mean weren’t you the one who wanted this? The reason you gave the information?”
“I wanted him to fall not to die!” He snapped back as he moved forward, anger now flushed against his face, the mask had cracked and allowed the flow of anger, he didn’t know what he would do if he got to Finn, his fingers dug into his palm as he readied himself to punched the smirk right off his ridiculous face. He was thankful for the gloves. The brunette stopped him, pressing her hand against his chest, holding him there as Finn pushed off the frame and rolled his shoulders. “No Rey; let him!”
Rey turned her head and snapped a look at him as Hux turned away, his hand running through his messed ginger locks as he breathed deeply. /Control! / His mind whispered again. /Remember who you are/
“He died doing what was right Hux...”
“Then he was a fool...” He snapped as he walked past her, glaring at Finn as he backed away to allow him to pass.
/Control!/
He opened the door to the cargo bay, it was small, not really a bay more like a cargo box. As the metal slid closed, his hand rose as he pressed the button on the console, hearing the door lock with a loud CLUNK. He was surrounded by boxes, cold metal, lifeless boxes when it finally broke. The once prideful General, Leader of the First Order military fell to the ground. The feeling of the metal scraping his knees didn’t do anything to mask the pain he felt within. His arms curled around his stomach as if he was slowly being eaten from the inside, the words still echoed in his mind. /He’s dead!/ the imagine of that foolish face, pathetic smirk and shock when Hux just agreed with him. /He’s dead!/ They fought, they bickered yet if Snoke dared rise a hand to him, Ren was always there to calm his master’s fury. /Ren’s dead/ He was there when his father found ways to belittle him and even protected him from wild beasts. /Ren’s dead/ When someone tried to kill him; Ren killed them. /Stop this Hux/ Why he never thought to ask why; believed it was his duty as the Knight to protect him yet they always seemed to be drawn to each other. /The will not bring him back/ Be it to snap or beat each other with hatred or insults or even a kind gesture or word that surprised them both.
His eyes screwed tight, realizing that his face was now covered in tears, tears he had not cried in years and they were for him. For the bane on his life. The throne on his side and yet here he was, on the floor, on a battered piece of sh*t ship that was cruising the galaxy in some foolish hope that he would bump into him. Hope wasn’t meant for him.
He yelled; his mouth opened and a hellish yell erupted. Years of control emotions, the anger of losing his post, his father’s abuse and now the death of the one thing he trusted, the one person who in his own twisted way, he... loved? The yell died as he sobbed, rising from the floor as the mask broke, he picked up the mocking metal boxes and threw them at the walls, still yelling as if the whole world was breaking around him.
After what felt like hours, he stood, panting as he looked around. In his madness, he had destroyed months of cargo, food and rations littered the ground in a hellish massacre as medical bacra and cloth mixed towards to ruin for good. His eyes red and puffed, streams of tears flooded his face as he mumbled. “You weren’t meant to die.... You were meant... I should-” He walked backwards and pressed his back against the cold wall and slid onto his backside as he shook his head, fresh tears slipped down his face. Ren couldn’t be dead; why did Hux have to live? A truly pathetic, worthless bastard that wasn’t even wanted, Ren... Ben was wanted; was loved. The universe was cruel to take something perfect and leave the murderer behind to rot.
“You were meant to fail... not die! It’s all my fault!”
“How?”
Hux rose his head to the voice; before him a ray of blue light erupted and twisted into a shape. Knelt down before him, the stupid, foolish face smiled at him with sadness and worry. Hux wanted to reach out, wanted to know but he knew he could. He rose his hand instead to rub his eyes, irritating them to cause a flood of salt laced water before glaring back at the ghost. He swallowed, his eyes studied the delusion he was having, trying to control himself before he speaks yet his voice still broke like a puberty ridden teenager.
“If I hadn’t of giving that information...”
“You were doing the right thing.” His voice was calm, it felt different hearing him speak so calmly. Was he no longer in pain? Was his soul now at rest, never having to pick where he truly belonged.
“You knew where I was meant to be. You saw it; hence why you always pushed me away!”
“No...” Hux gasped, moving forward as he looked at the ghost of the man, he foolishly lost. “I never wanted to push you away; I wanted stand beside you. I just... didn’t feel worthy of it.”
His body began to ache, his eyes darted down as he rested his tired frame against the wall. Ren smiled, rising his head as he pressed it against his cheek. Hux felt that, a cold feeling that iced over the tears that stained his skin. Eyes widened as he glared back up, Ren smiled before speaking softly. “You were always worthy to stand by my side.” And like that he disappeared, leaving Hux to curl his legs to his chest and nuzzled his face into them, letting out a soft sob.
The door opened as Hux returned to the main area of the ship, Rey was sitting on the tattered seats while Finn still rested his frame against the wall; his blaster visible for all to see yet even his face dropped into worry and panic as Hux showed himself; he walked towards the cockpit, stopping at the door. His hair was mattered, eyes red and swollen, blood shot and sore, his gloves were ripped and covered in dirty. He looked like the opposite from the professional he once was.
“Get out!” He spoke; his voice broken as he growled once again. “I said GET OUT!” He bellowed, Finn nodded at Rey as he walked out, the girl on the other had stood and walked towards him. She waited, hands holding an object wrapped in cloth.
“I said GET-” He turned to shout once more but when he saw Rey’s worry his face dropped as did his head. She lowered her gaze as her tongue licked her milky white lips as she presented the ‘gift’.
“I was going to throw it away; but I think... I think you should have it.”
Hux glared down at it and then back at her, he rose his hands and took the object, slowly pull at the cloth before he toppled to the floor. There resting in his hands was the front piece of Kylo’s mask. Scratched and blood stained, Hux just glared at it, remembering just how much he hated it yet knew it so well, remembering just how handsome the face behind it was.
“I know you cared about him...” Her voice snapped his head up for a second; he didn’t deny it, he nodded slowly before himself spoke, letting out a croak of a chuckle before he did.
“I hated him wearing this bloody thing...” His voice broke, he knew if he continued he would break again, Ray smiled at him as she pressed a hand against his shoulder, moving close to pressing her forehead against his as she whispered softly “He is always with you; let him guide you” She kissed his cheek and left the ex-general to his grief.
His eyes softened as he looked back down at the mask, his fingers brushed over the metal as he let a small smile slip against his lips as they shook. He watched as drops fell onto the piece of scrap. Yet at the moment at this time; he didn’t care if Ren was there, was watching as he did before, he pressed the mask forehead, imagining for one moment that it was him, as he spoke, whispered softly into the dead silence that now was his life.
“I love you...”
His eyes closed; the tears fell once more as he sobbed into the scrap metal as his mind hoped that somewhere, in some distance universe... Ren was saying the same thing back.
After posting this chapter it became impossible to enter on any browser with the mail of Captain Phasma. And my Safari couldn't enter roleplayer.me again after posting with Phasma, it has been just now that I had upgrade my comp, yesterday, that I can use my Safari again.
Weeks latter Captain Phasma was copied by Illyra. wayward Jedi. This person did this, this person was already doing other things. This person is malevolent and dangerous, sugar coated. I wont bring more evidence, pictures of this person's assaults over the years, with street insults. I want to honour one of my loved characters, when no one knew it was a Female and I broad her in without saying she was a female. I'm a strong and worthy of being honoured, my friends are free.
This Illyra's Blog SL, meaning it was made to destroy other's creative. Not for exploring creativity with another person.
Clouds of fuel on the slippery field of the world in Balmorra, we come and go and we are as nothing compared to the landscape beneath, just vapor compared to implacable march, wich last seemingly.
_"Okey, boys! The coordinate is for you to have fun and keep sharp attention."
The mountains surrounded themselves last, and wind and rain wear way mountains in time, thousand, 5 hundred troopers later on coming down to increase the heat and pressure of each moment. The hunting patrol stretched wide on a frame so it looked like some slightly grotesque movement inside the depths of the alien forest. Sensed the colonel's esuit rolling fractionally back when had realized what the new addition was, coming to a stop to his own Stormtroopers and scrolled up behind them and surrounding the area with.
The calculations of the terrain for the vessels and shuttles as the ones was spotted, in an area of 2 miles per half an hour to the centering goal, the Stormtroopers encircled before ahead, from the west and south burning fields for the new order to organize more landing for the trap.It was no easy task, at any second you could witness anything from the Republic, If they had a backup, as much the program remained under control, the soldiers knew this for the accommodations they governed on each step taking advantage of the savage path, opening channels for the ones behind. The steps of the first, encouraged the rippling effect who multiplied surrounding the area as a fortress of StormTroopers.
Communicating. "A stormtrooper has been killed, collect the area."
There had been semi randoms attacks throughout the system to the war craft, there was no possibility of anyone mistaking for the serious competition taking place. We did not detect any bombarding or shoots, this gave us a changing potential to slide quietly.
I had moved to the hill to admire the sculpting view of our army, the panoramic observation made me look up the Imperial Shuttles who flowed taking over the territory, it was a star specked sky beyond, tiny shapes could be seen dressing it down.
The Stormtroopers being updated to be more simplified in pushing the boundaries felt encouraged to experiment more reading the physical gestures from one another. I'm a tough veteran commander and one of the commanding triumvirate of the First Order at the forefront of the action all the time, to contrast the demonic emanation of the maidenly anima had to watch the movements with care, as my armor symbolized "self reflection and self examination" by the order of Kylo Ren, Volatile and Hux.
Monitoring the performance in combat, keeping it real.
Slow soldiers, stuck on each muddy step, spinning their blasters out the ovaloid space, circling against the brassy glare of light a few Troopers output and just spluttered the pair of vehicles. The remote incandescent compact broke against their speed, propelling their bodies out in the air.
This is gonna be the next breakout baddie, in the vein, a couple dozen of black DeathTroopers pointed their cannons towards the Jedis known as Four and his Master Illyria, they seem dangerously solid. My cold yet logical pragmatism noted the amount of tension for this two to surrender.
I likely think we can be overhead, and I have built up an extravagant desire to know quite why we are here. Unless you have, in the course, perhaps discover that you are an insatiable beast. The Stormtroopers remained silent for a while, they knew their instructions. Deep space monitors would alert me of the near happenings.
Distantly revving its engines, a ragged cheer resounded around them as the Shuttle of Kylo Ren inclined vertically in progression came down from the skies landing within the corral area, we realised things were about to start happening.
Posted on Mon Apr 17, 2017, 09:06
Any ways thank you Four for posting this there, I could never again read this chapter again, but now. You had block me, but if you want a friend and don't care is being hurt, harassed, bullied in many ways for a long, long time, then many friends will come to take the place you don't have as a friend. I still have to delete a few more Domains Volatile, sorry Volatile, but I dont think you understand what's going on, so I forgive you, but I don't feel safe, and General Hux was patience as he warned me to wait for your performance. Yet, there is great material to be found with others.
I was going to bring Vader, deeper and more profound because it feels a great relation to feel involved with, the darkside and pool through the cosmos and times, through meditation. I must find a talented spirited Kylo Ren, passionate and perceptive. And see if Mara Jade likes to come with me and Asajj to meditate in a triangle around the Meditation Chambers of Lord Vader for the Future of the Dark side and its tribute.
The latest to fall under The First Order's control, silenced over the reigns of the Galaxy. The citizens of each world, moon and base in their constellation hoped for a more prosperous future even as the Empire's remains gathered star fleets overhead... Most of all as the troops openly aligned through displaying an unison example of victorious togetherness. With delight thought of myself to be more of a poet, while the lower class shouted with undisciplined speech to the mighty growth who govern, the artistry for my musical events grew even stronger.
When we maintain a rigid posture it stood by all means ready for action, a battle space craft will be displayed to anyone who intends to surpass The First Order's target. The sergeants knew each of their positions under a melodious intervention to have the thrill of a deep space flight. "I don't want any destruction in the lands of the Moon of Queen Rowe." Having this clear, read the documents before we shipped out, it was a trading duty to examine every ship and armoury, used, under technical observations and where they station, I review the numbers in person and set the priorities for the people involved. Its a matter of investing in a global speedy outcome.
The grin in my face unmoved while I pulled back one my black leather gloves shaking it to the side and inside my right pocket to read the list in a slower manner. It was a lesson I took to heart after my father slapped me before all the storm troopers that day, the memory flashes back, a little boy who distracting him while doing this very inspection, he shocked my boundaries and limited me for this role, If I wanted to execute as he did, I had to commit.
Zelus the scientist of Astro-engineering liked to to set his machines and surf any amount of exaggerated information flowing over the Galaxy's matrix, it was a hobby of his, they called hacking or sliding. Not through companies but from the states of the Republic, Zelus was very competitive getting me the information that was sent through the droid C-3PO, from the location of Tranquility City towards General Organa the rebellious pacifist.
During this time half the fleet from the Stormtroopers integrated their groups by parts rapidly with consistent march into their Space Destroyers.In this occasion 3 whom will have numerous vessels.
Checking on the file read aloud to my three Admirals.
"As for our public meeting, we have a so called Techomancer who is stealing the data base of The First Order takings our spacial armoury and ships, launching them on sale as a bargain to he Pilot of the Republic officially named Poe Daemon. This two have another slicer who's name is DJ, is not a name I would trust as all this slicers have no precedence to be trucked. But we will catch this Jack Technomancer and make a smashed potato out of him."
My right fist held tightly rising the parallel to the ruddiness of my deepened facial output. Zelus might have manipulated the information, for the codes who presented here and there pointing towards his suspicions, yet I need it my troops to fight with diligent passion, it brighten their instinct to kill in the battle field, meanwhile investigations remained open to the happenings.
"But why go to such length, the Lunar city would use a Sith or two for this mission." One of the Admirals paused to asked as I inclined my head in a respectful consideration, we invested without wasting unneeded actions.
"There was an alarm in the air whom this droid had detect, the pheromones of fear who come from Rowe's office are of death warnings blended with the pestilence of the one who desires to inflict this action."The Admirals listened carefully throughout the ordeal. "Of course those in the Republic are cowards who claim wars they don't earn, and would let die any of their own if they truly flight onto battle. There are other ships in the way from alter Regimes, I must determine its naval nodes and the timing of its propulsion in space."
We scheduled to begin a the top of the hour, the military initiation will commence with the high officials joining with a variety of directions displaying a perfect operation, the tactics in the air will work aside the ground troops, in some situations we will have to improvised but that is yet to be seen as I'm prepared sending the patrols deep before the enemy lines, each attack group will be numbered towards any minor obstacle, perchance maintaining a forward force to have record in a consequently speed per time and territory. I take full responsibility for any of the outsiders ambuscade, counting those in treason.
The Admirals marched with the weight of the sovereign onto their duties, left alone thinking on my own since I had Christianised this spacial crusade after The Great Red Dragon to determine a Gran Opera to be played, yes they hate to follow the marks of HISTORY, they hate me and everything I represent, but we are too safeguard the welfare of our finest interest. The association blended with Rowe, she can defend her self, but as the news came, it might have taken her by surprise as well. Stood to the emptiness of the Galaxy without wanting friends, divorce from the planetary realities, distant from distractions The Great Red Dragon moved forwards with its open wings and willingly. In solitude, inclined myself towards simple facts, my love is bold.
When you come to entertain your self you want to make sure you are surrounded by the right pussies, I liked to have firm bodies who could confront the floor it exalted me to believe it was the very battlefield of mine, elasticity and physical consciousness it addressed to me without hiding or procuring problems by third people or third acts, it choreographed the material I desired to move with, to be moved by. It exercised an impressive beauty, shamelessly effortlessly thanks to the professional practice where each muscle worked it self to achieve perfection and this for its free expression, you see me and the Stormtroopers had few little things in commune to share.
The dancer alternately burned her lungs off as if in a last breath impulsing her arse down as her legs sliding, contorting her large while posing her arse in the air, whatever it was, there was precious movements I could coordinate my eyes with, she need it to c*ck the air to its full potency for the best bettor to come at her.
"Ridiculous." After hearing the message the commander said. "Would any of you care to explain me how long is he going to take?" They were standing aside the commander as I gave an eye catching group, there was nothing they could do, either I! the second man had his hands in his back nodding and stepping back as the others left with him. The commander learned as his aide was to never interrupt a conversation, the best approach was to position at a discreet distance if to win my attention, outside the group who left but inside the edge of mine.
Admiring the dancers, their tinny outfits, how they waved to the Universe in desires to be taken, at least they made us believe their bodies contained the spirits of the warriors, this dancers enrage us to fight and come back vigorous when there is no land, nor wife to attend your residence. The commander had no choice then to be pleased by the view as I did, the wait was barely more then what Kylo Ren said.
In this instance, stood up, my cat Millicent in my arms, it was at this very time when a quarter of the troops started to align at the Industrial Centre of the Supremacist. A few minutes latter had manage to walk through this corridor into Kylo's room, set down waiting for him to dress up, patiently, my black leather boots shinned more then his pale naked body, my Jacket firmly hangs down as I did tiredly suspending from above my superiority to his dangly free talks.
Interestingly nodded. "Yes, Kylo? So this girl you talk about has you all exited." Said bowing to his conversational phase as if I believed everything he said to be the top of my Universe. "No Kylo, you can't be the Supreme Leader until we finish Snoke, what do you think? That he is going to let you use the First Order's moneys to have us all waiting? No, don't say I'm toxic Kylo, I'm doing my job and you are just loosing my time with pretty ornaments who rule nothing to the masses." Crossing my legs openly listened to his diversion and lack of organisation. "That I don't make the rules? This are the rules of the Empire, the maps, it's guidelines."
Half an hour latter stood before the Stormtroopers, fascinated by their orderly unquestionable precision, the intriguing operation and the insights were recently involving new passages for us to enter. My eyes flicking over my shoulder, confirmed them as they started to manoeuvre into the starships, they ran with parallel range, the military was a journey, little meant the destination, we challenged the present and only. External events remained new as fresh obstacles. Once certain levels are reach, you have to maintain them. Kylo had his inner problems and relations, he was manageable as a child from his parents to Snoke, he will have to do a little more if to earn my respect.
"No" said eying the commander closely, it wasn't enough that he didn't have me the data. "We can easily and invisibly have them added into our distribution channels, we have provided sufficient coffee to the whole of the Galaxies. They are afraid of real wars, of loosing their liaisons!" Which suggested that a true war started to dispense pointing to either arms dealers and I wanted to be able to shoot them if not complied.
"Insurgents." The commander winced.
"Yes," Confirmed. "We have been profiling a number of them looking for markets in the Republic." He handed the file to me, holding the datapad started to control their names, they transfigured my face as I memorised them as burning Iron into the skin of an animal. There was a full report now, but in the centre it had highlighted a single word I kept in the front seat of my mind.
"Non of the myths ended well, when a General outsmarted his higher rank or right hand, non of stories are mine, Its sufficient for the First Order to have level its Integrity as such, without impediments to what its origin are and its victories." Said flatly "Never mind, there is still a long way to go, we'll make this work."
At home at last, passing by, shacked my head for the many places I had been and for a moment could be alone walking pass jabbing my pointer finger in the chill to the stick, while holding the violin in the other. Inclining my neck down above the instrument hugged the chain of a moment, my lip curved up with memories of the friends of my mother seating with her and calling me Violin as I played the sound to them. And you know those are the stories that no one knows, when you decide to play at home to your best friends and family, this time she was not there not my mother, nor my ex-wife.
In motion pacing back and forward, blind eye from viewing feel silent while playing music, hollowed, filling a time that had changed and its a responsibility to change with it. The sonorous cords took over the room, the agony, the inventions, the rupture. My breath cough and lost a note repeating the attention to slide it up through and down near my throat, killing me with the impulse of the hand and rhythm out my chest, supplicated desperately, flat feet standing curving, transforming the compass into sculpting winds while slamming my head in the air, for this space who fits in perfection tasting the same, on a sec, contorted in angry astonishment, repeating every mistake as if it was yesterday in that little child was one, playing to feel the best, refrained from grant stays.
On the rich bass of the voice, after a few hours and a shower, said yes on the phone. A visit came after other calls.
"It appears to me that some of you have failed to pay attention." I never liked the Sith really much but, we depended on one another, with a salute in my condolence remained there, guessed someone had given the information.
"London is a city that its streets talk to you, they are dedicatedly ancient each restoration has no replica of it's own." Recirculated my view in the air out the window a world who was fought for freedom and leaves in peace. I knew that no matter how much id masked, she will not be there one day and I will be handicap to dream, at least to dream that this war will be finished one day.
Spending a remainder at the season of flood at the plateau (level of high ground), at the middle of the procedure the team of scientist of the First Order decided was about time to analyse the geochemistry of the planet's cortex and its toxic to an end, bringing forwards the acceleration process of rains and floods. The earth of this planet had split dividing continents and beneath it all in its nucleus the inner city had us at the mids of action.
Took a quick look as everything calmed down, those electrical storms that seem to never end, bringing a new world together was not an easy task for the First Order. It was an action of expertise for its prime impact, unfortunately there was no time to explain the many years and decades of studies and experiments to bring understanding over this ovations, and less political debates for animating the people as if democracy exists. This for an ambush is an ambush.
It was to assume for those who have find shelter to not have died from the implosion of this planet. In my reality all those who did not where dead. Moving on.
I would become self employed if non of my military and scientific tactics achieved its target. No matter how hungry, feasted on my lower lip, no matter how patient fastened command to the troops and hurried through with the open flag of the First Order on every segment moving over, by then the painted cries of the inner city and its left overs started to turn with a first colour, troops of white colour.
It's impossible to tutor my theory or second intention in 20 minutes of my time, I have come to be tutored by the Emperor him self and his many Generals, not only that but the many before them. As a child would wake up very early to repass my exam. Laughed fairly, showing punctuality of my own before anyone, It was a strictly high doctrine that enforced the nobility of power before demanding any other one till my young adulthood and not descend into any skirt who wished an Noble Price on Universal Peace out my families name to destroy my career. As I held the riffle blaster against my chest wrestled within thoughts what others have been put through in them worlds, the plateau infiltrated numerous Stormtroopers till reaching its system becoming a success for me to pass onto perform the act. Assaj Ventress entered fighting Jedi Four this purposely separated the Danger of Rowe and gave me free space to enter.
In seconds managed to get to the power control and turn the main artefact of manipulating minds across the Merging Universes, Mara Jade on the Death Star III simultaneously, as other Siths on each world at the same time from the power source.
The maps from the Empire whom my father Brendol Hux knew Rowe's ancestors and their politics remained frozen from past history, this map he passed onto me, it remained untouched by The Empire's direction, the inner city remained as if nothing had happen during all this time, but that was an other different story altogether that will become the stuff of my true reign.
Listening to the voice channel of Queen Rowe, replied. "Rowe, the Jedi has broken one of the Artefacts from the First Order and there is a hell of a history. The irregular actions of the rebel only show an imminent destabiliser from the divergent times of the Government." Proceeding to purge the Jedi was for a Sith and yes I lied to her, most of all accommodated my words with elegance to avoid what I was truly made off. "Second Intentions?" Her voice and pose so mellow yet omnipotent as if it was the best of all manners to co-exist with, each of her words seem palpably growing and evolving, it seem a right her parents did well in not really showing her the other worlds beyond this outer rim. "If you say so? If those are the words I'm to believe." If she knew about the machine I had just turned on.
There was something with outdoors in which I was trained to do as my known identity by a small few. Determined to not wait, now I only move one step on a given time, assumed to have won my mission. After a few hours made my way and some days in travel was back with the manipulated overwhelmingly applauds of Snoke's decision.
Broken Planet was no more broken, the flood left oceans after the rains and pretty much of fresh air. The Machine of Manipulating Minds started to vibrate through the Parallel Universes bringing those higher to the 5th Dimension.
And what would have happened to be remembered before I had arrived, that faced Rowe and kissed her hand gently in the air as the remains of the secrets rested in my eyes, she could watch the Stormtroopers near with them blasters down the side pointing the floor. The Galactic Empire would be proud of me as others Stormtroopers took the Jedi, Rowe stopped our private conversation looking beyond the bridge daring to shout at me. "General Hux. Release Master Four at once!"
"Let it go!" Ordered, and after leaving her hand in the air told her that her friend will be free while nearing her but that if he touched any of the First Order's belongings my entailing depiction of the explosion of his existence will be taken care off.
What ever you know, if the woman want to do it their way, let them. I'm surrounded by idiots! (an iconic StarWars sentence for Hux)
I set there as an provident general tightened the security belt on my seat within this security base against earthquakes, the storm troopers as well and the Army of the Remnant would be doing what ever any ways, right now as the lands erupted inwardly by parts. During the service of this mission had several calls from my wife.
"I'm working hon, can you hear me? Our son? London? The past? to not shout at you? Hon, this world is imploding!" In the pursuit of peace, I shall finish with this business down wise and pass the engineering the 3rd stand of the Manifesto for its maintenance to work everywhere. I need to get home still intact, if the Venator class Star Destroyers from the Empire still work,.. trust me, what about the Resurgent, and more Captain Phasma who has retrofitted to serve whatever new purpose Kylo was providing with the new war material and arsenals of weapons. Elsewhere, what would the First Order do, very soon I will be ready to move into the cargo, soon, very soon, ready to shoot off. There has been a Victory on the other sights of the Galaxy we scored once again Universally traumatizing the opponent to step forward with our impending military tactics, but Kylo Ren, Jess talked to me about Kylo Ren things wouldn't matter, I told her each place has its place, the cavernously thin and tall Snoke too, told me of his higher rise and coming. I own everyone the commercializing work, but Siths how the Siths of Ren will turn, I can only provide firepower. What ever Asajj is doing it will be very costly to catch up if the Stormtroopers are not not on the go.
Smiled lightly looking towards the future. Soon I will be home. "Its not a position I had simply applied for." Droped the jacket of my suit on the entrance accommodation. She woke again from reading the news in the sofa, standing bubbly towards me, thinking of the days of yesterday and that if it was today the day of tomorrow, but even she asked me for our past in London had shocked her shoulders and held her towards my kiss, braking through it wasn't mine to return it worked it self. Did she ever know the tribulations I had to come across, nothing short of faultless, had return the look to admire her making love in the airs to meet again through the stages of today. With that struck in my face as a false cheer for the deadly mission. Smiled wildly organizing my emotions. "This is love, this is my week for love, lol." I think she was shouting for me to return, for how long weeks had past without seeing me. I'm certain as the languages of the family Hux spoke to me about it.
"Don't stand in the middle my love that everything I launch is to be appreciated in every opportunity. The battle station was deployed and I'll bear that in mind if you calm. You are doing well, this is it."
She checked on my body, no wounds at all, still impressive. Had look at her from the other side glanced around her figure, eschewed the fancier places. I was home, my love as two humans in a green garden bellow its bathing moon, as husband and wife having dinner, dancing among males and females in seductive attire plied our little magic. Her side long legs steeping forward as I sidelong, unnerving, gently trusting belonging while gaining another step on the dance floor.
Could only murmur. "How many times I shall tell you that I'm not made for a soap opera, this is my life." She knew who she was, she had a good master and had sustain her along the track to not faint, could feel her voice echoing along the Universe, it tuned over my ears and how not it would over any aspect, it was all prepared for no failures. Under me her rescued eyes treated me fine from a few inches, she could rest now trusting in my torso and upper shoulder, I wasn't too tall but quite enough for her, is human, to her human part.
Several Stormtroopers array in strict formation in the outdoors, the officer standing towards their command turned right and dismissed the small army to go to rest. Then the other group came, and the other white clad of soldiers as well, could watch them through the window as we danced. Frankly they too had them wives, but would they be prepare to stand by their man till the end of the war, by this had find space doing scout work for my local experiments, we weren't resting too much by night and woke ready to go to London, our home, the streets who spoke with a classic diversity told us to get an iced drink. We conversed without shouting, this was our inspiring world the one I was trained to fight blindly with any malicious device. "We all want to be the best babes, one day you will understand how real is the battle field, maybe not, maybe you shall never know the frenetic side of discipline to what is becoming a herald to what matters most, firstly. Yes, you are my first Jess, yes."
Considered my self free for a moment, returned to my duty, the stormtroopers seating recently with me had them eyes on the stunning movements of the earth. "Yes Rowe, you can have the Remnant Army, yes, is fine. You are still going to face me with crew or without crew." Narrowly the invasion only to end up smack in the middle of the attack, the end of the war would have to start first, yes. "I need to Merge Rowe, I'm getting hasty." After a few moments. "Yes, Rowe my communicators are highly tech, is me yes, is me the androgynous general. Don't stand in between a Jedi and a Sith if you could please understand, yes I'm lethal too, however!"
Being Informed on the Roekkar mission by Segmentus Crepusculum, had contracted a commander to walk in as we ceased the fire Brod territory who belonged to the Golden Movement. Had sent a dozen Stromtroopers on the go unarmed next to her returning to the Sentinel Base of the newly dead Kett. The First Order had taken over the 3 Valuable Helium Mines Towers on the Surface of Broken Planet, it's facilities converted from a Mining domes to prepared on strategies.
Always had an sporadic contact with the scientist on the Death Star III, they where monitoring the theory of this experiment about to be launched.
Thinking of my wife Jess Hux began to study piece by piece on the map, remembering how it sensed in the moment we met that the containment of a man and a woman would stop any war despite you having whispered her name, again an again to not do it.
Given approval to intervene seat for hours listening in silence, shocked my head ruefully jumping from problems to conclusions, back to problems and solutions. Steeped off connecting boldly, to examine with the professionals and stood in the doorway of this station, picturing the assault.
"We will need plenty of space, the toxicities of this world shall stop manifesting. The Stormtroppers have counted hours to determine their existence, due to the empowerment of our work or not."
The radiation stricken with hideous defects, not certain of how this coffee grows, the population of the Roekkar remains in one of the three facilities. As soon my squadron entered, toppled monuments of paperwork, screaming up the maps and the lost possibilities if we did not move into the underground. Snapped the papers against the table towards Akksul, as he ignored meaning and asked for apologies. The Commander broken his voice as one of the stormtroopers opened a gate attached to the floor for them to hide, challenging them to converse on another time. "Everything will explode, let go! Keep moving!!!" The squadron cared less if to be understood in our language, military protocol or not, or if we had superior meaning.
Past boarded the Usseful Freak (another character) to evacuate the stations before the Explosions. "The First Order will errase the toxic from the face of this planet, but the shielding effect will collapse braking down! Move on, Move on!" The Manifestation Mass Effect produced in a warship to desolate the procreative stations as soon its hosted down the crews with my myself, converting my command towards the Starkiller Base to propel it.
First Manifesto:
"Fire!"
We could have kill the Kett, but what about the Remnant we had right here under the hearth those Humanoid programmed bipedals, by the time we have extinguish the left over of this corpses above the Radiation starts point into.
The 2nd level of Manifesto, the healing process. The treatment of the internal contamination within the layer of the anomalies and strangeness of this planet. The environmental hazards where nothing less to enter the control of this areas, to produce a greater spacial show to land and worked it.
Level 3 of the Manifesto in one of the 3 towers, where the base control to Andromeda Galaxy exited, synchronise the mass effect.
Spoke directly throw the twisted metal who flipped before her, titling a light out my shape in miniature. "Queen of the Moon I'm coming for you! Watch out for one of your sides will be Four and to the Visionary who guides you!" As the location of the inner city would be taken daftly, we encountered each other inside the the extended noisy gun shuts of my troops for the rest to proceed rapidly deeper away the deterioration of the explosion, wanted or not forcefully, carrying out with displeasure.
The Starkiller Base III shoot three magnifying gradual laser rays who speeded across the Andromeda Galaxy into the planet H- 047c from the north west node as an other laser ray from the Death Star III at the south east of this world.
The performance rippled solar storms by the landing of this superficial exterminating the EOs radiation, radiation is what you get after a Nuclear Explosion, highly toxic gasses and it's electrical damages fuming for the next several 3 days in a law frequency to become immersing into an implosion very soon! As I confirm positive from the insides for it's detonation.
Offered no lazy salute enough to communications devices through these corridors and down these stairways, everyone stretched to follow with the troopers, tracked their wary advance allowing a passage to the remote area.
