It had been three days since their last incident and Hux knew that the peace could only last so long. So the fact that he was having a subtle argument with Ren in the middle of the bridge was of no real surprise to him.
"You fool!" He growled aggressively but quietly enough to not be overheard, "Regardless of whatever dalliances we may indulge away from prying eyes, you will respect the chain of command within my base. Undermine me again and I will have you thrown out into the frozen tundra."
Ren held his own as he squared off against the incensed redhead, his mask allowing him to keep his expressions private, "Attempt to have me removed and we will see how many of your lieutenants I slay in the melee."
"Do not threaten me you son of a bitch." Hux hissed a louder than he would have liked as he felt his anger flare.
Although he could not see his face, Hux knew that Ren had drawn his lips back into a vicious smirk, "Careful General. I could force you to you knees here in front of all your subordinates. That would be very undermining."
"I would like to see you try," Hux snarled through his teeth as his temper won out, "I have nothing to fear from your parlour tric-" His words were cut short as he felt an invisible pressure throw itself on to his back.
Unprepared and unable to overcome the weight, he fell to the floor as his knees smacked the floor with a resounding thud. His shock turned to pure rage as he glanced up at the figure who was now towering over him with a casual gait as he held one hand out, keeping Hux in his humiliating position. "Let. Me. Up." He spat violently as he fought against the hold.
"Perhaps in a moment I will," Ren's modulated voice issued from the mask and Hux could very clearly hear how much he was enjoying the small display of power, "but before that I think I will make my leave before you do something we will both regret." Bending down to meet Hux's new level he cocked his head mockingly before standing and swiftly heading towards the exit of the bridge.
Hux was stuck in his kneeling position as he heard Ren's heavy footsteps start to die away and he knew the moment that Ren had exited as he felt the heavy weight lift off his being. Without hesitating, he shot to his feet and sent a sweeping glare across the room, pleased to see that not one of the people in the room dared to meet his gaze. Consumed by humiliation and rage, he spun on his heel and followed Ren's path out of the room, intent on getting some form of revenge on the brazen fool.
If anyone noticed the obvious tent in his trousers as he marched from the room then they had the wisdom to keep it to themselves as their furious leader disappeared through the doorway in a whirl of red and black.
