Here I am for the next and last chapter of this fic !

There is a little part with a M rated but not that much aha

"Mitaka, send to Phasma that she must deploy a delegation on the planet New Cov, just to verify that the Supervisor Talo has obeyed my orders and has his workers put in order. Let his Troopers control everything, the quality of the minerals, like the equipment but also the declarations. Let them be sure that they are not hiding anything from us and that they have no contact with the Rebellion. The regiment will be assigned to it for a week. More if they find anything unpleasant. I want daily reports.

- It will be done, General. Do you suspect rebel activity ? Mitaka inquired, typing the message for Phasma on his datapad at an appalling speed.

-I don't really know. This Gripp Talo didn't seem suspicious to me, but with the interception of the message concerning the reactivation of the rebel base of Hoth, I prefer to be wary. Better to be careful. And then the rebels may very well want to attack our resources to put pressure on the First Order, Hux explained, his eyes lost in his files.

-Well. I send the note as soon as possible. Anything else, General ?

-You can dispose, Mitaka."

The young man blushed and withdrew after a nod, leaving Hux alone in his office.

The General liked Officer Mitaka. He was a little booty, but he did his job very well and was never late. Hux even suspected that, in addition to the flawless admiration and confidence the young man had in him, he had fallen for him.

But the time was not for love suspicion. The General had to actively work on the plans for a new type of ship and he had to admit, he was late.

He was thinking about a new kind of cannon allowing to carry the shooting power of Starkiller aboard a Destroyer. With a weapon like this, their power over the Galaxy would be undeniable and even if the Rebellion succeeded in destroying one of them, the First Order would rebuild one after that.

But for that, Hux had to finish his plans. And he still had a lot of problems to solve to make the project even possible.

He was working on the gun cooling system right now when someone came into his office with a great crash.

"Hux. It's out of the question that I'm going to New Cov for more than a week ! First of, the Churba System is uninteresting and secondly, I'm not your little dog ! I have other missions to do and-.

-Ah yes ? Like what ? Watch for a scavenger ? Destroy MY ship every time you don't like the menu ? Let me laugh.

-Are you kidding me I hope ? I repeat to you that it is out of the question that I accompany Phasma's men there.

-Very well .. and what are you going to do then, if you don't go there ? Asked the General suddenly overcome with a strange sensation.

-I .. I .. uh. Well I ... I have to find informations about an ancient Sith temple, replied Kylo, surprised that the General gives up so easily. "

Hux surprised himself. Normally, he wouldn't have let Ren win so quickly. But this feeling troubled him more than he wanted to admit, gradually occupying whole of his brain. It was ridiculous. He imagined Kylo naked in front of him. He imagined what could be under his big coat, his broad shoulders and - No ! It was ridiculous ! It was Kylo Ren! Why the hell was he thinking about that ? And now ?! But the excitement that had aroused the thought wouldn't let go. And Kylo, the real Kylo, fidgeted before him without the General understanding a treacherous word of what the ancient Jedi was telling him.

He was hot and had red cheeks. He felt those thrills of pleasure that he loved so much but hated to feel when he thought of Ren. He moved as close as he could to his desk to hide his crotch as much as possible, but Kylo finally seemed to have stopped.

"Hux ? Are you okay ?"

Snoke's apprentice's deep voice rumbled in his head and had a devastating effect on the redhead. He tried as best he could to remain dignified but unfortunately his body had decided otherwise and could not hold back some shameful waddling.

"Yes, everything is fine ... Ren."

Hux didn't know how to get rid of Kylo and this somewhat embarrassing situation.

"HUX ! Come ! We need you on the boarding bridge ! Quick !

-Uh yes, go ahead, I join you ! "

Phasma didn't know it, but she had just saved him.

Kylo looked in turn at Phasma and then at Hux, before deciding to go and see for himself without trying to wait for the Trooper leader or the General to start moving.

Hux was reluctant to get up until Kylo was out of sight. But now that he was far away and that his heavy footsteps could be heard slamming the cold ground of the Finalizer, the General stood up very slowly and acted as if nothing had happened by putting on his long coat in front of a puzzled Phasma.

"Wait. Hux. But .. Wait. Are you .. When there was Ren ? But .. Wait. What ?"

He was walking decisively, thinking of something else, hands holding the front of his long coat in front of him.

"Hux, you won't get away with this. Once the problem is resolved, you owe me an explanation, muttered Phasma before joining the redhead. "

Everyone was on the alert at the boarding hall. Hux noticed Mitaka, looking panicked. He too had noticed and the latter rushed to Armitage.

"General ! General !"

Mitaka intercepted him before he had time to see more on deck.

"Ships that you had sent to Hoth have just returned ! The crew which has succeeded in retreading is in poor condition. The Trooper at the head of the command is a little bit blown away but capable of reporting, we were waiting for you.

-Good, bring me to him, Mitaka."

Hux followed his noncommissioned officer who guided him to a corner of the hall where the medical team of the Finalizer had landed the wounded. Four crew members remained. The pilot who looked in good condition, the leader, and two Trooper whom Hux didn't know. All three were in bad shape. The two Troopers were injured in the legs while the Chief of Command appeared to have received a huge blow to the head, and much of his armor was fractured and burned.

"Trooper RT 806 has-to report.

-What happened, Trooper Dako ? Hux asked, unaffected by the condition of his men.

-The rebels were there, and they were waiting for us. They haven't renovated the base ... or at least not yet. They .. they just set a trap for us ! Grimaced the Trooper under the somewhat brutal treatment of the nurse.

-And how is it that you were tricked ? I had asked to come in large numbers to avoid this kind of problem precisely, Hux said.

-They had gathered a large part, if not all their strength on Hoth. They were waiting for us. And the .. the scavenger was there.

-The scavenger ? She was there ? Kylo asked, jostling everyone. "

Hux hid his start. He hadn't heard the ancient Jedi arrive.

"Y-Yes Lord Ren."

Hux rolled his eyes. "Lord Ren" was pompous ! Kylo didn't even bother to answer or thank the Trooper and left as quickly as he had arrived.

Dako continued to recount the First Order's assault on Hoth but Hux listened with only a distracted ear, glaring at Kylo as he entered his Upsilon shuttle before spinning at full speed.

The General was writing his report quietly sitting on his desk. He transposed into writing what the Trooper Dako had told him and he enjoyed the calm. His holoprojector didn't flutter since his return to his apartments and he greatly appreciated being able to work in a place where nobody would bother him, unlike his office next to the bridge, which he had recently used to cut himself off this incessant sizzle.

He detailed how the rebels organized, how they surprised the First Order in numbers, and how they immobilized their ships. He wrote how the so-called Poe and Finn the Deserter Trooper had infiltrated their ranks to place explosives on the shuttles, how the scavenger had succeeded in turning part of the commando against the Dako team. But also how Dako and two of his men had managed to escape during a moment of weakness and hesitation from the jedi girl, and had managed to join one of the last pilots still able to bring them back to the Finalizer.

He had to admit that it was well done on the part of the Resistance. But he found it humiliating for the Rebellion that General Organa had not even deigned to point the tip of her nose. It had not even accompanied its forces on the ground. The General was getting old, and Hux admitted to being disappointed with her choice. He had to admit that he admired the work of Leia Organa. This General had had a difficult course but had brilliantly won many battles when she was not even twenty years old. She had stood up to Commander Tarkin and many others in place before him. She was gifted, and she had inspired many young and old. But time was doing its job and the General was weakening. The fact that she didn't accompany her troops in combat was irrefutable proof. A few years ago, she wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to attack a Destroyer. But she should soon bow out and Hux regretted not having been able to meet her yet. Even if she was one of the enemies.

A few hours had passed and it was finally time for lunch. Hux loved to eat. When he was upset, when he was happy, when he was stressed, all the time. He loved it. Smell the different flavors, the different smells. Taste original dishes, often bizarre, discover new dishes, the redhead loved food in general. He wasn't particularly good at cooking. Armitage preferred pastry by far because, like everything the General liked, he needed flawless thoroughness, following recipes to letter, timing baking, measuring temperatures. So he made sure to have real meals on the Finalizer. Every day, several cooks worked without rest to offer a real meal to the entire crew. Only the midday meal was in the form of rations, allowing you to eat quickly and not waste too much time on long workdays. Breakfast and the evening meal, however, were royal. Real cooked dishes and once a week pastries, in short. Hux had made sure not to lose too much comfort on board, the goal being that his men feel good and therefore be efficient in their tasks. And then he liked to eat and only supported too little rations without flavors and without textures.

This evening they were served Bantha stew, lemon tart and an infusion in blue milk. Hux put his tray next to that of Phasma. Their table was a little away from the other Troopers and they both knew that they could discuss personal things without too much risk considering the hubbub of conversations and other noise of forks around them.

Phasma didn't touch her plate. She stared at the redhead with her inquisitive look, her hands clasped in front of her nose. She seemed focused and determined not to take his eyes off of Hux.

The General huffed but remained unmoved as he started to eat. The stew was hot and tasted, a delight. But the insistent look of his friend annoyed him.

"What ?

-Hum ? Oh I don't know. Maybe you have things to explain to me, don't you think ?

-What do you mean ?"

If she wanted to talk about the incident with Kylo in his office, it was out of the question for Hux to relive this humiliation.

"Armitage. Don't be innocent. You know what I'm talking about.

-I do not think so, no.

- Don't be an idiot. I ask for explanations.

-I have nothing to explain.

-You had an hard-on while Kylo was in YOUR office. And you have nothing to explain ? Don't take me for an idiot, Armi. You finally decided to break this sexual tension between you two, right ? I want all the details !

-But you will have no details at last ! Nothing happened ! I just wandered a bit.

-Wandered a bit ? Is that what you call it, you ? She laughed.

-Phasma please. I haven't had a rest on dry land for ages, I have made no new meetings and I remain a human being ! I have needs and ... well ... when we are in distress, weird things can come to mind.

-Did you imagine sleeping with Kylo ? She exclaimed in a low voice.

-Slowly ! And don't be silly, obviously not. I ... I was just lost in my personal thoughts when it got to my office and I couldn't control it. Is it good, are you happy ? He blurted exasperated.

-Ahaha! I would be totally happy when you two have fucked, but it's already a good start !

-Always classy, tell me ... "

They finished eating while talking about more than heartbreaking banalities so nothing was happening at the moment. But Hux was distracted, he responded vaguely to his friend's remarks. He wanted to take advantage of the meal to observe all of his men and try to find out who the famous stranger was. Unfortunately, however, no officer looked more or less like his Mystery Back.

Hux was disappointed. He would have liked to have a revelation during the meal, taking advantage that all the men and women of the Finalizer had their helmets removed to eat but no ... He came back empty-handed.

And that unbearable holoprojector that was still crackling! When the hell was it going to stop ?!

Hux tapped the point on the table, the holoprojector stopped sizzling for a moment before resuming, making a static image reappear. The same background as the last time. But nothing was happening, no sounds, no movements and even less of a naked man.

He huffed loudly and undressed, folding his dirty clothes on his chair. He slipped without even taking a shower under his blanket and tried to sleep. He needed rest. Real rest. No sleep on one ear watching for the slightest vibration of his datapad.

But the holoprojector was still awakening. The image had been cut off, the dark rained about in the room, the only light being that coming from the shutters of the large window overlooking the hall of the vessels.

The background noise was unbearable to Hux. He was so tense that his muscles hurt. But he couldn't turn off the machine, he wasn't in his rest cycle and if called, he should be able to answer.

The General, usually so calm, felt his limits close and violently grabbed his cushion to bury his head below, hoping to attenuate the sound.

This technique worked.

In the beginning.

But quickly, the buzzing of the device again reached the General's ears. Worse still, he could make out a slight streak of light across the edges of the cushion; the holoprojector was turned back on.

He finally got his head out of the cushion and took a look at the scene; empty. The image was not clear, as always and often jumped, but no one showed up.

Hux straightened up. If he couldn't sleep because of this projector, then at least let it help him. And the man put his hand a little shamefully under the duvet, to his crotch.

He concentrated on the unstable image and remembered the man, seeing him pass from behind, the image descending to his loins, his buttocks.

The image of the holoprojector fluttered, sometimes going out, but still not turning on again. Hux was staring into the distance, he was in his thoughts, imagining this man in the same room as him, offering him his back. He imagined his hands sliding over, discovering the curvature of his hips, grabbing his buttocks.

He imagined the man on his knees before him, still from behind, as he let his gloved hand slide over the stranger's shoulders. He saw himself touching the man's skin, and without passing in front of him, put his glove in his mouth to gag him.

He imagined getting up, going to get his General's toys, wisely leaving the man alone, kneeling in the middle of the room. He imagined the muscles of the man tensing one by one as he snapped his whip in the air, before approaching him, making his steps reason on the ground.

He imagined the man's body tense up, and the muffled cries he would try to hold back out of pure pride, as the leather came into contact with his skin. That the stinging blows rang out and the man's skin blushed.

Hux was short of breath. He tightened his grip on his intimacy more and more and while he imagined finally turning the unknown over to enjoy with him other bodily delights, the General felt his satisfaction reaching its climax.

Hux slowly took a breath. It had been fast, violent, powerful. He had dropped on his bed, the sheets were stained and the projector had miraculously stopped. He was exhausted and even thought of sleeping like that, without moving or even changing the sheets. But his reason caught up with him quickly, it was disgusting, he could not sleep in these conditions ! He had to change his sheets, but also take a shower !

The redhead speeded, dreaming of his soft bed. The sooner he would have cleaned up all this mess, the faster he could sleep. Finally.

A few minutes later, the General was finally satisfied; his sheets and dirty linen were to be washed, he had rinsed himself and his projector was discreet.

It was really time for him to take a cycle of rest on dry land ... And Hux finally fell asleep, a deep sleep.

It had been several long minutes that the redhead struggled with the switch of its shutters, but they remained irretrievably closed.

"This is crazy, you design weapons that can destroy planets but you aren't able to repair your shutters ... And your holoproj' ! Amused Phasma who had just burst into the apartments of his friend.

-Phasm- what are you doing there ? Oh and then I don't care, rather come help me, instead of making fun of me, again ! Hux threw annoyed.

-Let me see."

She slipped in place of his friend, between the window and the table.

"You know Hux, you're really going to have to relax anyway ..."

The General didn't reply, preferring to observe how Phasma was doing. But the Captain was probably no more gifted than him, and the shutters remained securely closed.

"Show your datapad, send a message to the Techs, they can help you.

-Tech' ? No thanks ! Matt is working today. I don't want him to come and search here.

-You're crazy Hux, do you know that ? And then you really have to fix your holoproj', it's unbearable, I don't know how you manage to live with this noise!"

Phasma stood up nimbly and stepped out of there. Hux was no longer in the room, she heard him rummaging in a closet, probably in his bathroom. Exasperated by the sizzle, she took the opportunity to grab her friend's datapad and send a note to the "Techs". The answer wasn't long to come; moments later, a note arrived.

"Matt is on your floor, so he should be here soon, I let him know,

-Techie-"

Phasma liked Techie, he was a little weird but he was a nice guy.

And indeed, Matt didn't delay either. He arrived in Hux's apartments at the exact moment when the General resurfaced.

"What is he doing there ? Asked the General.

-I called him to unlock your curtains and your holoproj'.

-Phasma, I told you it was good ! Hux got angry, trying to get the blond haired technician out."

But Phasma managed to pull Matt by the arm, forcing him to enter. Hux glared at her, mumbling.

"The shutters blocked ? Yes, I see. I'm going to .. I'm going to unlock all of this! Matt announced proudly, putting his glasses up on his nose.

"As if it was a feat" Hux thought, rolling his eyes.

The General looked disdainfully at the man before him. He wore a foul green-brown jumpsuit and an orange waistcoat. With lots of pockets that seemed full but never served him.

He still didn't understand why Snoke had asked him to board HIS ship, this incapacitated obsessed with Kylo Ren.

"Are you aware that Kylo Ren went back to Hoth in search of the scavenger ? The blond guy said happily."

"Well let's see .. it was missing more than that ..." Hux thought, exchanging an annoyed look with his friend.

"He left with his Upsilon shuttle. This shuttle is cool, isn't it?"

"Obviously she was "cool"! He had worked on the previous prototypes of this model!" thouught Hux.

Matt had been in the room for barely five minutes and Hux couldn't bear it anymore.

"You aren't very talkative say so ... grumbled Matt.

-We don't have to be talkative with you .. Matt, said Hux."

The technician glared at him over his big glasses before rummaging through his briefcase and activating a command.

The large metal curtain unlocked and opened gently, creaking, revealing the shuttle Upsilon on deck and Kylo disappearing in a corridor.

"Okay, so is the projector, Matt said flatly."

Hux wanted to stop him but he didn't find any valid excuses. And as Matt approached to try to understand the problem, the holoprojector started to squeak and the image reappeared.

A lifeless room.

"Hun. Weird, said Matt."

Hux caught Phasma's questioning gaze at him, and he prayed that the man would not enter the field.

Suddenly we heard the sliding of a door. A muffled, metallic noise sounded, followed by several noises of tissue and groans of annoyance.

Again the image was not clear. She jumped and the bluish light of the holoprojector still did not allow to visualize anything other than the back of the room that Hux now knew by heart. He hoped with all his might that the person would not pass in front of the frame and at the same time he was burning with desire to know who was.

A mixture of apprehension, stress and impatience mingled in him. His breath would quicken, and he had to hold back a slight shake, but part of him refused to look, ashamed that Matt and Phasma would discover his secret.

We then saw a black fabric fall to the ground, too fast for us to distinguish what it was. Then the man arrived. Naked, from the back again. His brown hair loose and wet.

Hux felt Phasma's both accusing and amused look on him and angrily awaited Matt's reaction. The General felt his face on fire, cheeks reddened with shame. But Matt seemed obsessed with the image, his mouth ajar.

The man walked down the hall at the back of the room and locked himself in what Hux had identified as the bathroom while his friend punched him in the shoulder and let out a laugh.

"Well, it's weird, your holoprojector is connected with Kylo Ren's, explained Matt simply.

-WHAT? Replied Phasma and Hux at the same time, one hilarious, the other horrified. "

Aaaaaand this is finish !
Maybe I'm going to translate my other Kylux fic :)