The Finalizer's alarms have been blaring for a long time. The attack had been an ambush; Hux had thought he had done an excellent stopping it. The Resistance had been pushed back, but not before they had damaged a great deal of the ship. It was salvageable, of course--but that didn't mean that parts of the ship weren't severely damaged.
Including the part that Hux was on. An explosion had occurred in this sector, as he was running to check on the warp drives, not trusting someone else to do so. That is when he had caught the shrapnel in his midsection. In some ways, he could barely feel the pain. Perhaps his way of sequestering his emotions bled through to the physical--or he was in shock. He isn't quite sure.
Still, Hux holds the bloody gash in his chest, right below the ribs (but before his stomach), as he barks orders to everyone. They need to get this sector under control. While a battle can be lost and the war still won--Hux isn't one to lose this battle, so soon after the Starkiller loss.
He needs to prove himself, even more so. To Snoke, to Ren, to everyone. Ren--that ridiculous man; he had saved him from that frosty snow, and for what purpose? He didn't sense this...what good are force users?
Hux just can't explain. Everything is a jumble, and after one last order, everything goes fuzzy; he sees crew running, hears yelling about closing off this sector...but the blood loss has finally caught up. Without a sound, his knees hit the metal grate below his feet, and he thinks, detached, that he is going to die. How pathetic. The rest of his body hits the floor soon after, and he looses consciousness.
Not soon after a small purr is heard as Millicent finds Hux's prone body, stepping over the blood, nudging his hand. Something is wrong; that much she can tell. The hand isn't petting her, loving her. How annoying. With a small sound, she starts running through the corridors, trying to find the other person's scent she knows.
After some time, she finds the dark figure she knows, the one that smells of spice. Mewing softly, she bumps against his leg, and steps back. She needs his attention, please.
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Millicent saves the day!
Including the part that Hux was on. An explosion had occurred in this sector, as he was running to check on the warp drives, not trusting someone else to do so. That is when he had caught the shrapnel in his midsection. In some ways, he could barely feel the pain. Perhaps his way of sequestering his emotions bled through to the physical--or he was in shock. He isn't quite sure.
Still, Hux holds the bloody gash in his chest, right below the ribs (but before his stomach), as he barks orders to everyone. They need to get this sector under control. While a battle can be lost and the war still won--Hux isn't one to lose this battle, so soon after the Starkiller loss.
He needs to prove himself, even more so. To Snoke, to Ren, to everyone. Ren--that ridiculous man; he had saved him from that frosty snow, and for what purpose? He didn't sense this...what good are force users?
Hux just can't explain. Everything is a jumble, and after one last order, everything goes fuzzy; he sees crew running, hears yelling about closing off this sector...but the blood loss has finally caught up. Without a sound, his knees hit the metal grate below his feet, and he thinks, detached, that he is going to die. How pathetic. The rest of his body hits the floor soon after, and he looses consciousness.
Not soon after a small purr is heard as Millicent finds Hux's prone body, stepping over the blood, nudging his hand. Something is wrong; that much she can tell. The hand isn't petting her, loving her. How annoying. With a small sound, she starts running through the corridors, trying to find the other person's scent she knows.
After some time, she finds the dark figure she knows, the one that smells of spice. Mewing softly, she bumps against his leg, and steps back. She needs his attention, please.
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