Okay, everybody, the plot thickens...more. So I just updated chapter 10-"what does this mean?"- and the second half of the chapter is Finn's perspective. Ooooh! Finn! please go back and read that, sorry for the random add on. It didn't fit well chronologically when I had it later on in the story. and FINN! he needed to be in this, so he is. And we love him. :)

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Okay, enough of my pitifully obviously gushing. ;) here's a little bit more Hux- Snark and Sass because today seems like a good day for some of that ;). The only chunky paragraph is Hux- Snark. The whole thing. It's splendid. Loved writing this one! ;) Enjoy!

"Obviously, this scheme is rubbish." General Oru sneered, Hux sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the council nodded along in obedient agreement. "It leaves the back of the fleet completely open to attack and flanks the air on both sides by our enemy."

"No,"Hux looked up with a glaring eyeroll. "That is what the plan is designed to look like, not how it is designed to be enacted. It is built in similar fashion to many plans in Yorker's third volume of Attack formations and Strategies. Have you read that, General Oru?"He didn't wait for the response before rambling on in a manner that expressed just how bored he was at the General's opinion and hinted at how frustrated he was with his obvious lack of education. "No I don't suppose you have time for such things like educating yourself, nevermind, I will explain it to you in very simple terms so that your brain may have a chance at catching up if you work hard enough. It is called a Trap, General. T-r-a-p. Does that help? I suppose it should be encouraging to see that it is so expertly designed that you can not tell it's a trap...but I can't help but be concerned with how dim-witted the inner-most council of the First Order has become. I worked for weeks on this project alone, uncertain if I'd be able to out-wit a sixty year old woman with a blaster and her little band of lesser species, yet I managed to fool you simply by putting my code number at the bottom of the report. Disappointing, truly. I hope, for your sakes, the Supreme leader didn't have as high expectations as I did. I'd hate to see how he'd react to this blatant display of stupidity."

There was a communal silence as General Oru, stood red faced in the circle, opening his mouth and shutting it in a similar fashion to a fish. The rest of the council, uncomfortably shifted until one by one they began picking up the report and read it, more carefully as to awkwardly try and grasp what it was the youngest General had designed exactly. Hux began to pick at his nails.

Captain Phasma entered with a crisp salute and came over to stand by Hux's shoulder.

Hux stiffly stood up and gave a sharp bow to the council. "You'll have to excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to than sit here idly, as you struggle through the concept of setting a trap. General's."

With that he turned crisply on his heel to exit.

General Oru lept to his feet with a curse and drew his weapon which Phasma efficiently disarmed, in a matter of seconds.

"General, please contain yourself."Hux monotoned without looking up from his nails.

"Get your Bed-slave off me, Armitage! I'll rip out your innards and make you swallow them, I'll-"

Hux's icy blue eyes snapped up to meet the General's as he was forced onto the table by the much stronger and trained Phasma. Everyone in the room froze as Hux calculated the best way to resolve the complication. His fingers itched for the hilt of his blaster, and there was an inviting target throbbing along the side of Oru's temple. But if he simply killed the man it would only verify in the council's opinion that the Captain was in fact his bed-mate. If he let it fly, however, Oru would use it as a constant insult to throw back in both of their faces. Besides that, he'd allied himself with Phasma when they were adolescents and he had no intention of giving the General any hopes that he might somehow enjoy her if he caught her unawares.

Eyes still flashing dangerously, but voice deceivingly calm, he flippantly noted, "I would be more careful as to whom you call a bed-slave next time, General Oru. Besides the fact that the Captain is far more competent that you in hand to hand, aim, strength, and general intelligence, I would sooner find a bed-slave in your wife than in the company of a colleague of mine. Captain, would you escort me to the hangar now? I believe this embarrassing show has made me late to greet our guest."

Phasma released the man immediately and joined Hux as they stiffly marched out of the council room and left the speechless audience.

Hux steadied himself as they rounded the corner, before they reached the hangar. The buzzing had been growing in the back of his head steadily for a few days now and he needed to evaluate himself before he met the newest Ren. Seizing and twitching on the ground would not be the best way to show his power over his military or demand respect. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Sir?" Phasma waited expectantly. "Have you decided about the west quadrant?" This was of course code, they didn't have a west quadrant.

"No,"He opened his eyes, "I haven't decided. Perhaps this evening."

"Very well." She nodded and followed him in the hangar.

The newest member of the knights of Ren was a fourteen year old girl. Jae Ren. He had corresponded several times about her with the Supreme Leader, but nothing had prepared him for meeting her in person. Power poured off her in a mist that chilled him even to his bones. Hux didn't possess any force, but that could be the only logical explanation for the shiver that ran down his spine as he watched the child play with her dark curls absent mindedly, seven of his most trained troopers dead at her feet. Her predecessor Kylo Ren had never infected him with this sort of terror. He was predictable, and angry, and easily manipulated. He was raging and tumult and she was icy and stone cold.

Stormy, grey-green eyes snapped up to meet his with an unquenchable fury set in her childish round face. A mass of ebony browned curls framed her face like a mane and the red lights of the open exit ramp danced maniacally across her nut brown skin. She wore black robes and a darker scowl, and had a saber at her developing hip.

"You're late." She snapped. She had a soft, breathy voice, still cracking like an ember in the ashes.

"You killed your entire escort." He raised a flaming brow in reproach, wiping his anxiety clean off his expression and replacing it with an irritated mask of disapproval, setting the mask over his thoughts as well, knowing creatures such as this could practically smell these emotions.

"I was bored." She rolled her eyes. "Don't make me bored, next time."

As if that would change anything. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. In the few words that had hissed between those full, childlike lips he knew that there was nothing he could do to avoid this scenario again. Perhaps he'd send less valuable an escort next time...or better yet give the honor of arranging an escort for the KNight of Ren to one of the other more deserving Generals to spare his own troops.

"Would you like to be escorted to your rooms?" He decided against rebuking her. She did not look like the type to respond well to such methods. Perhaps pampering would work best with her.

"I know the way."She rolled her eyes flippantly, "I saw the map in his head." She gestured to one of her fresh kills. "Just make sure they bring me water, not food tomorrow for breakfast, and that your technology does not fail you when my Master calls tomorrow. He will want to watch a full broadcast of my dual with the traitor tomorrow. When was the last time you fed him?"

"He was last fed two days ago."Hux replied tightly, trying to maintain the welcome without snapping at the child and putting her in her place.

"Good, he can't have eaten in three days for the dual to remain sacred. He hasn't been beaten recently either?"

"He decided to detonate himself, three weeks ago and is still recovering, but he hasn't been punished other wise for two weeks."

"Good."She nodded. Before marching off. Short, thin, and nearly prepubescent but more powerful than nearly every creature in the galaxy. He shook his head as he watched her leave. Why was the most power given to children who didn't know what to do with it save killing their guards out of boredom. There were so many more efficient, practical and strategical things he would do with such power in his veins, rather than slash up consols, strangle messengers and kill escorts. There were better. More effective ways at instilling fear, and more valuable-loyalty. He was coming to the opinion that Force-users had a severe deficiency in logic and strategy… but so did his peers who were not- force sensitives. Perhaps it was just him who relied on such things as intelligence and rational.

"Call a cleanup crew." He told Phasma, gesturing to the seven bodies discarded on the floor. "Deal with this. " Then he clasped his hands behind his back and strode out towards his study, deep in thought and contemplation.

Dun-Dun-DUN! And I have introduced yet another key character. She's beautiful. And evil. One of my most beautifully evil little children-um, *cough* characters! Sorry! ;) Stay tuned! the next chapter is completely Jae Ren! XD

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