The darkness of the room surrounded him as he let out a sigh. The brief connection they had was now broken, leaving him alone in his simple room. The softness of the bed he was sitting on was far to comfortable for his liking as he got up to pace.
He slipped on his regular attire as prepared to leave his room, the mechanical music of the engine spurring him forwards. The sound of his feet provided him a brief escape from his thoughts as he went down the hallways aimlessly.
"What are you doing up at this hour?" Asked the ginger general as he tried to hide his hatred for Kylo.
"Walking," replied Ren as he started to make his way out of the hall.
"Where to?" Asked the Arkansian as he roamed his eyes briefly to the blaster at his side.
"The training grounds," Kylo responded, hoping to get out of his encounter with the scowling general.
"Well then, you are heading the wrong direction."
"Scenic route."
"That just so happened to take you in the exact opposite direction of where you are going?"
"What are you doing up, General?"
"I just so happen to be looking for my cat, not that you would care anyways."
"That cat did always hate me."
"Of course she would, Millicent is an excellent judge of character."
"If she answers to you I sincerely doubt it."
"She is a cat, she answers to no one."
At this Kylo rolled his eyes as he noticed a flash of orange fur above the control panel. "I believe that the furry abomination is behind you," He stated.
Hux looked over his shoulder and noticed that Kylo was correct.
Before Hux left the hall he stated, "Well if you have nothing to do there are several stacks of paperwork in your office that require your attention."
"General," He acknowledged as Kylo left the hall.
Kylo sighed as he realised that the annoying Arkansian man had a point.
He went into the office and shut the door behind him as he took out a quill and some ink. He grabbed the first sheet of paper, skimmed through it, and then carefully placed his name on the designated line. Each letter flowed into the next as the words seemed to dance across the page. The black ink followed the movements of his brush, which was perfectly pointed, as it moved across the line.
The black ink contrasted heavily against the clinical white of the page.
He continued on like this for awhile, signing barely read policies on inconsequential things. About halfway through the stack something caught his eye. It was a policy promoted by Captain Phasma before she went MIA about stormtroopers companionship.
It is my belief that we would significantly decrease the out of traitors within First Order ranks if we created a reward system for loyalty and adherence to the rules of the First Order. If we incentivized the troops as well as discipline them I think that the troops would be far more efficient at their jobs. They would also have more enthusiasm for doing their jobs well. I think an effective way to accomplish this would be to allow troops in the same unit to fraternize with each other. This will allow the troops to have something to fight for that isn't an abstract cause.
After that the paper seemed to dive into the policy to make that change a possibility. He briefly contemplated how mad Hux would be if he discovered that Kylo had signed in this policy. Kylo decided that the policy was sound, only slightly motivated by getting a reaction out of the thin, ginger man.
He dipped his quill in the black ink before moving his hand across the line, placing care and effort into every subtle movement of his wrist.
Sleep seemed to hit him like a durasteel wall, the stack of papers complete seeming to justify all of the unfinished work left in a neat stack on the corner. He moved off of his chair before blinking sveral times, trying to eliminate the hazy feeling of sleep.
He swiftly made it back through the maze of hallways to his room, before changing into a sleeping attire and laying in his soft bed. A few minutes later the sound of soft snores could be heard throughout the room, a sure sign that the untamed beast of a man had fallen asleep.