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28/12/06 22:02Not for the first time Ren and Huxhad gotten into it on board the Finalizer. Ren took a certain vitriolic pleasure in calling the General out in front of his officers and staff, and he had challenged Hux no less than four times throughout the day over the speed of construction on Starkiller, the 'lax' measures in the training program, and a few mishaps the General could not have forseen or prepared for throughout the 'day'.
Each time he slipped away, confident he had left the ginger general fuming in a hall somewhere while he went off to make his own plans. He had his own agenda, and it was often that they clashed over Ren's need for any of Hux's officers or units for the tasks he set himself or Snoke set for him.
The last confrontation had been over three hours ago, and Ren had left a noticeably red under the collar General and his shaken bridge crew to their own devices in favor of working on his paces in the cleared out quarters he had set up as a temporary training room. Ren never fought fair if there was an opportunity to seize the upper hand. Chivalry and honor were both killers in a fight for life or death and his disdain for both showed in his modified fighting style.
When he felt Hux approaching, he lowered the crackling lightsaber, his eyes drifting toward the door in anticipation. He didn't click it off until the door slid open. His mask was off, carefully set aside with most of his uniform beyond pants, suspenders and undershirt. Generally he preferred not to be seen without it, but Hux had seen him in less, and there was no reason to slip it all back on now.
"General Hux. What a surprise." His tone suggests that not only is it not a surprise, but also that Ren has been waiting for him.
Each time he slipped away, confident he had left the ginger general fuming in a hall somewhere while he went off to make his own plans. He had his own agenda, and it was often that they clashed over Ren's need for any of Hux's officers or units for the tasks he set himself or Snoke set for him.
The last confrontation had been over three hours ago, and Ren had left a noticeably red under the collar General and his shaken bridge crew to their own devices in favor of working on his paces in the cleared out quarters he had set up as a temporary training room. Ren never fought fair if there was an opportunity to seize the upper hand. Chivalry and honor were both killers in a fight for life or death and his disdain for both showed in his modified fighting style.
When he felt Hux approaching, he lowered the crackling lightsaber, his eyes drifting toward the door in anticipation. He didn't click it off until the door slid open. His mask was off, carefully set aside with most of his uniform beyond pants, suspenders and undershirt. Generally he preferred not to be seen without it, but Hux had seen him in less, and there was no reason to slip it all back on now.
"General Hux. What a surprise." His tone suggests that not only is it not a surprise, but also that Ren has been waiting for him.