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"You're prepared to do this?"
"General, its your request. I'll take them there."
"Thank you Poe."
Poe Daemeron nodded as he left Leia. As she watched him go, Leia turned to the tall, slender figure standing on the other side of the room. "You need to find him, but let Rey convince him to come back."
"And if she can't-"
"She must." Leia's words were clipped. "The First Order will destroy him." She looked at Ren, seeing the look of foreboding in his eyes. "He's too weak to fight them."
"What if he wants to stay?"
Leia turned away. "We have to hope Rey convinces him he doesn't."
Hux awoke, to find himself at a tilting angle. With a feeling of sickening dread, he realised he was in the position he'd put prisoners in for interrogration. He turned his head, noting he was still in the sick bay. As he turned his head back, he pulled at his restraints.
"Did you sleep, Sir?"
Hux focused on the trooper standing in front of him, accompanied by Phasma. He realised that the trooper was holding a bowl of paste. Phasma, still clutching her blaster, stepped towards him.
"Did you sleep Sir?"
"Yes," he snapped back, refusing to let his uncertainty show. "Phasma, untie me. Thanks."
"I cannot do that, Sir."
"I am your commanding officer-"
"Sir, you are currently a patient. You do not have authority over me, or any of my troops."
At that, Hux nearly choked. His eyes fell onto the bowl the trooper was carrying. His stomach twinged, and he began to feel the familiar ebb of fer rising. "What...is that?"
"Nutrition, Sir." Phasma responded. She gestured to the trooper. "Please."
As the trooper stepped forward with the bowl, Hux recoiled, and found his voice.
"I don't need it, Captain."
"I'm under orders to fatten you up, Sir."
Hux's eyes narrowed. "You don't need to do that, Captain."
"Sir, a medical was conducted whilst you were sleeping. The statistics read you are severely underweight, and lacking in nutrients. The Supreme Leader requests you are healthy before being released."
"Released? Am I a prisoner, Captain?"
"I suggest you eat, Sir. You won't be released until you are considered healthy." She turned to the trooper. "Feed him."
Rey walked towards the Fighter, feeling tension rise within her. Ren was next to her. "Leia is placing a lot of trust in us."
"In you." He spoke gently. "She's placing the trust in you. She feels that you are the one who can save him."
Rey stopped. "I could save Hux? But-"
"She believes you can. Trust that."
"You have only had two spoonfuls, General."
Hux glared at the helmeted trooper in front of him. "And that's all I intend to have. Take it away."
"I'm instructed to feed you, Sir."
Hux looked at him, and then nodded. "Proceed."
The trooper stood closer to Hux, and offered up the spoon. Hux felt a spasm of nausea as he looked at it, the glutinous mixture clinging to the spoon's surface. Duitfully, he let his mouth open.
The trooper recoiled in shock as Hux spat it back out, deliberately splattering it across the front of the helmet. Stunned, the trooper immediately reached for it, and pulled it off, revealing a too young face with wide open eyes.
"Sir? Sir?!"
Turning, the trooper left the room, and Hux looked down. His restraints were pulled tight, and he noticed that the slimness of his wrists enabled him some room to manouvre. He began to pull against them, only causing the skin to chafe. Cursing under his breath, he pulled again.
"General?"
He turned his head. Phasma stood in front of him, and her blaster was aiming at his chest. He blinked. "Phasma-"
"General. It is best if you move into solitary."
Solitary- Hux realised he had lost. "Captain-"
"Its for your own safety, General."
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