STARKILLER BASE: FIRST ORDER RALLY
Present Day
"General?"
The air was frozen. Great stiff puffs of hot breath steamed from his nose as he slowly opened his hard, green eyes. Although his unique dark uniform had been heavily layered with thick Gaberwool, and his boots properly insulated against the weather, the frigid climate of the weaponized ice planet tore through to his skin just the same as if he were completely bare.
He did not mind the cold, in fact, he welcomed and embraced it. There was a sort of relentless and merciless, ferocity about it that proved admirable; adequate and well-suited for the strict man he had become.
"General Hux?" The shadow of a man graced the floor of his poorly heated room and saluted him with shivering grandeur when he glanced up from his reddened, gloved hands.
"Captain Opan." The tone of his voice held every sense of control and he spoke evenly; utterly unaffected by the freezing air rushing into his lungs upon each word.
"Sir, the weapon is ready to fire." Not daring to connect their gazes, the respectful officer lowered his hand and glued it to his back. "The thermal oscillator is fully functional, and the troops assembled per your request."
"The targeting controls are primed and in position to destroy the Hosnian System?" He erected his back and folded his striped sleeve behind.
"Yes, General."
"Excellent." Perching his black commander's cap atop his flawless red locks, he took a calm frozen breath, and stepped outside into the shocking cold.
"If only your father could see you now, sir, see how far you've come. He'd be beside himself with pride." Captain Opan grinned and nodded with a knowing gesture.
General Hux stopped; the ends of his regal greatcoat curling around his calves. Lifting his chin from his chest, he stared coldly ahead and sneered at the mention of the foolish Commandant from so long ago. "Do not praise our enemies with such cordial stances. Unless you fancy spending six months in reconditioning, Opan."
With that, he casually marched out across an enormous decorated stage. The core of the snow planet vibrating eagerly through his boots with every step he took. Looking out to a vast army of stormtroopers and officers, he admired his army with burgeoning pride. Each one of them had been taken and trained as children to serve the First Order with pride. These war machines were products of his methods alone and the confidence he bestowed upon them was astronomical.
Framed by the sharp symbol of the First Order, the young General elegantly clutched his fists behind his back and took a brutally cold breath; raising his deep steady voice for all to hear. "Today, is the end of the Republic…"