"Mika... where is Ren?" Mila jumped to her feet, blocking her sister from moving any further.
"I told you. He is gone."
"Where did he go?" She sounded deadly serious.
Mika shrugged. "He would not say. He said he needed to finish some things."
Finish some things. Hux knew what that meant. The man was hell bent on revenge. Ren make his way back to Snoke, to finish things off. Probably get himself killed. Hux had never been a particularly vengeful person. He understood why Snoke got rid of them. He was being a good leader. Under the circumstances, Hux would have done the same. Some small piece of him was thankful he felt no desire to hunt any of them down. It was far more important to him to look forward, to find a solution and work toward something new.
"Did he take our commuter pod?!"
"I don't know how else he could have left."
"Oh... oh no. Oh no." She dug her fingers into her hair. "Oh no."
Mika frowned, snipping at her in their language. It was like an explosion, suddenly the two women were yelling at each other in words he didn't know. It was the first non-Basic conversation they'd had that he was truly happy he couldn't understand.
And just as suddenly as it started, it ended with Mika taring out of the room.
He watched Mila pacing, still looking livid. "What was that about?"
"He should not have left."
"Yes, well, between you and I, this may not be a bad thing. You don't know Ren. You don't want that man around."
She cursed, storming out of the room.
Three days later, he found himself mildly surprised that he wasn't going crazy. He'd inquired with Mila about where they should go next. He'd offered some suggestions. He knew Wild Space relatively well. He could navigate them to a discreet little planet somewhere... away from the Order, away form the New Republic and the Resistance. She could drop him off, and he could find his way from there.
She didn't seem to be in any hurry. He suspected his facial hair might have had something to do with it. It'd started growing back in and she was particularly fond of it. Almost obsessively fond of it. She'd trapped him in her quarters more than once, pulling herself onto him, kissing him and running her fingers through it.
He was surprised when, late into the cycle, he felt the small ship start to land. He was in the hub of the ship with Mika at the time - she looked just as confused as he.
Mila came into the hub, a sad expression on her face. "Mika... please leave us for a moment."
Mika frowned, then nodded, going back into the ship, to her quarters.
"We're landing?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Armitage..." She walked over to him and popped up on her toes, kissing him. He was growing quickly used to these affectionate gestures. It was funny, in this little ship, cut off from the rest of the world, that sort of thing felt okay. Good, actually. She stroked the hair near his ear, looking up at him with big eyes. There was a heavy sadness about her. "Please trust me."
The ship rocked as it touched down.
He really didn't want to go through this again.
She pulled the hair between her fingers gently. "Please. Armitage..."
The door began to whir open and she dropped her hand, taking a step back from him. She broke eye contact with him, looking to the floor.
"I can't... Mila... look... it's not personal... it's just..." Something caught his eye - three people were boarding the ship. Armed with blasters.
And wearing Resistance uniforms.
Two of them kept blasters trained on him. The third stepped forward, "We have the ship surrounded. You're on our base, there is no hope for escape. I trust you will come without a fight?"
He realized his mouth was hanging open. It slowly dawned on him. How could he have been so foolish? The whole thing was a setup. She'd been hired by the Resistance.
The three moved closer to him, surrounding him. The leader made a quick motion and one of the others grabbed his wrists, forcing them behind him while the third kept a blaster trained to his head.
He couldn't bring himself to move, but looked at her from the corner of his eye, "Mila... What have you done?"
She still wouldn't look at him.
A binding device went around his wrists.
"Armitage Hux, you are now under the control of the Resistance. We will be taking you to one of our prisons shortly, after which you will be transported to a New Republic prison where you will await trial. You are being charged with genocide, crimes against humanity, and war crimes..."
He couldn't hear the rest. He wanted to wring her neck... she couldn't even look him in the eye... the coward...
One of them shoved him forward, forcing him to walk. As he was leaving, he heard their leader speaking to her, "Thank you, Mila. You'll find the credits in your account."
