Arriving at their destination. Somehow Mavka's heart began to soar profoundly. A type of anxiety that shouldn't be there. Mavka for the first time in forever felt a sinking feeling inside her body. Expression of tartness still laid bare on her face. Tough as stone on the outside but apprehensive on the inside.

The door finally shifted open, the stormtroopers behind her shoved her inside as General Hux entered in. His forever formal stance wandered across the room. As he settled in, he gestured to the stormtroopers.

"Leave us." He ordered. The stormtroopers nodded at his command and proceeded to leave the room, perhaps remaining only on the outside of the chamber. The sound of the door shut. Now they were both left alone.

Mavka didn't move, didn't bother to take one step forward into the room. Her hands were clasped on one of another just in front of her body. It was a distinct difference in the stances that most Imperial officers possessed. She stood like a demure girl. The void of the space atmosphere was the only view to glimpse through. A darkening room, so obscure yet, so imminent. Mavka wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen. A little chatter perhaps? The discussion of her fate?

General Hux took a glance at the large window, gazing at the galaxy. Then he turned around to see Mavka's stiff stature. He could sense her feeble quality. A type of aura that just reminded him of something from the blurry past. Insecurity and timidness. He walked around a large desk that was between them, gradually making his way towards her. Wandering like a soaring predator.

He took one glower at her. Her mouth slowly opens, pressure tugging onto her. Mavka wanted to speak.

"You have brought much dispute to the First Order." He pauses. "I am not sure why you haven't been taken care of. And yet..." General Hux stops and notices her apprehension. She was hesitating to vocalize.

"Speak your mind." He asserted.

Mavka noiselessly cleared her throat.

"...I... apologize." She properly adjusts her posture and faces him with great poise. "It was... awful ... to as-assault you."

"Speak up, girl. I can hardly hear you." He exclaims. General Hux comes closer to her, perhaps to get a better understanding of her speech.

"It was wrong to ... hurt you. A General. I was an... idiot." Mavka wasn't entirely good at forming words; words of consideration and respect. Her Galatic Basic was not perfect, so she had hoped it good enough. General Hux looks down at her, a poor, wretched whelp.

"You see... my Lekku-"Mavka begins to explain.

"Your what...?" He said in puzzlement. General Hux turns to her, bewildered.

Mavka poked at her Lekku. "These are hurtful. When touched or... pulled." Mavka continued to explain. General Hux continues to give a distasteful expression.

"I could care less if it hurts you. You do not strike a General!" Suddenly his tone disperses in vexation. He calms down for a moment. Then, he sighs.

"Do you know why you are here...?" General Hux questions.

Mavka comes with a certain answer. "To... punish me?" Mavka replies. He scoffs.

"Yes, how tempting that would be." He gives himself a sneering smirk. Then returns to a serious expression. "No. You evidently did the First Order a great service. Eliminating a spy." With his formal stance, he saunters around the room in a few steps.

"Despite the feud you have caused. The laws you have violated. I will offer you an opportunity. A new position." Mavka raises her brow. His statement was getting a bit confusing yet intriguing. But it all could go downfall to an unfortunate role. General Hux stops in his tracks.

"You will become my personal assistant." Mavka's face profoundly changed to a dismayed expression. Her eyes enlarged at his news. She felt ambivalent about the assigned role.

"Your... as...sistant? Why?" Mavka asked. General Hux gave her a fretful look. Mavka knew she was very incapable of this position.

"Do not question my authority. I have given you this task. Now, do you accept?" Their eyes barred with each other. Mavka's eyes were black and tart, a glistening void. His were like brilliant; possessed colors of iridescent. Even though it was just one tone, it was difficult to detect a certain hue in his eyes. But she settled with verdure.

For an overbearing person, he had some flickering debility. But it was musked with disdain.

"Girl, did you hear me?" Suddenly, his rigid voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Y-yes."

"Yes?" He repeated her answer in complexity.

"Yes. I accept... the position, uh- General Hux." Mavka submitted her answer. There was visible tension across her face. Now she had to commit to esteem and formality. All of this was so unexpected. She knew she deserved punishment and or death.

"Very well. You will be given a new uniform. Clearance and identification." General Hux pauses as another thought comes through.

"Before you are dismissed. What are you referred by?" The General questions. Mavka was confused by his inquiry. "Your name." He said clarified in an annoyed tone.

"It is Mavka. Mavka Ein." She addressed. It would appear that General Hux was registering her name in a datapad that was on the desk.

"You will be addressed as Ein."

Mavka nodded.

"You are dismissed."

Mavka watched him pass by her as he headed for the exit, she turned to see the door where a sudden figure stood by the entrance. A young, pale woman. She looked younger than Mavka but likely possessed more experience than Mavka. Her expression has many other Imperial officers; was solemn, reserved, and emotionless.

She looked at Mavka with a bit of puzzlement, nevertheless, she retained her behavior and faced her.

"Are you..." She looked at a datapad she held in her arms. "E...Ein?" The woman took another squint at the datapad, making sure she is reading that correctly. Mavka gave a dubious expression, mostly obscured by this girl's presence.

"Yes..." Mavka replied.

Then the girl straighten her posture in response. "Good. I am Lieutenant Sytnnix, I will be advising you with your given position. Follow me" The girl then leads the way. Soon they began walking through the corridors.

Mavka watched the young girl's demeanor. She was young but so filled with etiquette. Determination was written all over her. Mavka was much like her before. Always to be stiff, then over the years, she defrosted from all that glacier. The girl studied Mavka. Perhaps a sight like her was something she hadn't seen in a while. Humans mostly occupied the First Order. So it was no surprise she found Mavka's presence unusual.

"You were once recruited as a Death Trooper; DT - 1248, is this correct?" Questioned Sytnnix. Mavka pondered.

"Yes, it is..."

Lieutenant Sytnnix made a "hmph" sound. Releasing sharp air from her nostrils. "It also states here that you were demoted for assaulting many of your fellow troops. Injuring others." Mavka furrowed her brows. Being reminded of that matter was a stab to the heart. Clenching her fists, she sighs heavily to release tension in her throat.

Sytnnix glared at her. Already she can sense strain in her.

"If you were to know... my part. Being me. You are but a human, so you do not understand my anger to others." Said Mavka, bitterly. But Sytnnix was unamused at her reason.

"I don't find it an excuse to assault others because of your unrelenting temper," Said Sytnnix. She then glanced at Mavka's pitiful yet saddening expression.

"You see... Ein. I am young but strict. I was recruited in the First Order military. Then, I was often teased for my age and gender. No matter how angry I got. I always controlled my temper." Mavka listened to her words of endeavoring ease. "You should never care so deeply about the words of others, no matter how angry it made you. They want you to be. That is how they feel more powerful."

Mavka had never been in a conversation of ease and support. Sytnnix cleared her throat, resuming her formal stance.

"That is all. We must get on our way." So, Mavka followed the young Lieutenant deep into the corridors.