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Summary
"Pain does not weaken me. Mere sentiment has no effect on me. How do you think I made my way up here?"
"If you know nothing of passion, you know nothing of order."
This is essentially the story of two very different men, of passion and ambition, and of desperation and failure. It'll follow the events of Episode VII from the First Order command deck and dive inside the mind of a man who is capable of killing millions without batting an eye.
Rated T for violence, coarse language, suggestive adult themes and dark subjects.
Credit for the cover: reinadeltrash on Tumbrl
Author's Notes
Thanks for taking the time to read my fic! I work hard to make it worth your while. (More or less. Sometimes my own sentimentality gets in the way. In other words, I'm no General Hux.)
All reviews are appreciated! And yes, that includes constructive criticism.. In fact, especially constructive criticism!
I got a headache trying to figure out how the chain of command works at the Starkiller. You'd think the first order was a bit more.. orderly? Also, oh my god, I feel so embarrassed; I totally accidentally deleted a big-ish chunk from the middle of "torment". It's now been reinstated, but I'm sincerely sorry for anyone who had to read it as it was.
I do not own Star Wars. Duh.
I'd also like to thank my parents for raising me and pray for their forgiveness for turning out to be shipper trash.
- Neilicca