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Time passed slowly.

Hux lay motionless in the restraints, holding him half upright. With a sickening feeling, he knew that he'd gloated, taken pleasure in others that he'd ordered this to be done to.

Now he was imprisoned and powerless. A fact underlined by the two Storm Troopers who entered, both holding their blasters. Both of them swapped looks before stepping forward.

Hux found his voice. "Yes?"

To his surprise, both reached up, removing their helmets. As they stood and looked at him, he realised that both were looking at him in a manner he could only consider mocking. The taller of the two had piercing dark eyes, and a lip curled in a smirk. The other was blank faced, his green eyes simply taking in the helpless General.

"Well, the rumours are true," the taller commented. "He is a bag of bones."

"This is supposed to be our leader?" The other shook his head. "The one who took delight in ordering us around?"

"Guess the Resistance didn't feed him," the first one said. Hux felt a crawling sensation down his spine as he took a step forward. He pointed his blaster towards Hux, and dug it into his ribs.

A jolt of pain shook him. He could feel the bruise beginning to form immediately. The trooper stepped back, smirking. "Would you like to try?"

"Stop!" Hux found his voice. "I am still-"

"You're too weak to fight back," the trooper said, coldly. "You-"

The other trooper walked forward. "Skeletal."

"Out!"

Both men turned. Phasma stood, her armour glinting. "I'll deal with you both later."

The lash of the Captain's tongue forced both troopers to shamefacedly replace their helmets. Phasma turned after them as they left. "CN-457 and GN-890. I'll make sure they are properly dealt with, Sir."

Hux looked at her. "In the same way I'm being dealt with, Phasma?"

"Sir, you are only in solitary until you begin to eat. That is the Supreme Leader's order."

Waiting to be force fed. He shuddered. "Fattening up for Snoke? No thank you."

"This is for your own good, General."

"I refuse."

"In that case-" Phasma's tone sounded almost regretful - "you leave us with no choice."

"No choice but for what?"

"We'll have to take you to Medical." Her tone still sounded sorrowful. "The Medics will be instructed to begin force feeding."

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