The pilot wasn’t young, but he wasn’t
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The pilot wasn’t young, but he wasn’t old either– around Hux’s own age, probably, with some lines around his eyes but not much else. Prime of life, more or less, but old enough to have steadied out as much as a fighter pilot could. He only vaguely remembered the fellow from the ill-advised bar adventure in their mutual youth, but he remembered he’d been with the Resistance and had broken very satisfyingly under Force interrogation after all his futile resistance to the interrogation droid. Ren, for his many faults, was good for something after all. “Dameron, that was your name.”
“I destroyed your Starkiller,” Dameron said, mouth curving in a bitterly smug smile. “I fired the shot that took out the thermal oscillator after Chewbacca’s charges exposed it.”
Hux nodded. “Good to know,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t design it to be invulnerable to attack, I figured the shields would do the trick, but I suppose next time I could make a point to install some mesh cabling to prevent fly-bys through sensitive areas.”
“Wait, you designed it?” Dameron gave him a look.
“Mm,” Hux said. “We’re not so large an organization that people can’t have two specialties. I’m primarily an engineer, and command is sort of a secondary aspect of my job.” He shrugged. “It is particularly satisfying, though, when you get to build the thing and give the command to push the button.”
Dameron was staring at him, now, and Hux smiled inwardly, waiting for the inevitable comment. “Huh,” Dameron said eventually, looking back toward the viewport.
“What, no you’re a monster?” Hux said. “I get that pretty universally. I’ve been keeping track. There’s astonishingly little variation.”
Dameron shrugged. “I’m sure you think you’re justified,” he said. “It’s never worth giving your kind the satisfaction.”
“You’ve known a lot of monsters, hm?” Hux asked.
“It gets tedious,” Dameron said.
The pilot wasn’t young, but he wasn’t old either– around Hux’s own age, probably, with some lines around his eyes but not much else. Prime of life, more or less, but old enough to have steadied out as much as a fighter pilot could. He only vaguely remembered the fellow from the ill-advised bar adventure in their mutual youth, but he remembered he’d been with the Resistance and had broken very satisfyingly under Force interrogation after all his futile resistance to the interrogation droid. Ren, for his many faults, was good for something after all. “Dameron, that was your name.”
“I destroyed your Starkiller,” Dameron said, mouth curving in a bitterly smug smile. “I fired the shot that took out the thermal oscillator after Chewbacca’s charges exposed it.”
Hux nodded. “Good to know,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t design it to be invulnerable to attack, I figured the shields would do the trick, but I suppose next time I could make a point to install some mesh cabling to prevent fly-bys through sensitive areas.”
“Wait, you designed it?” Dameron gave him a look.
“Mm,” Hux said. “We’re not so large an organization that people can’t have two specialties. I’m primarily an engineer, and command is sort of a secondary aspect of my job.” He shrugged. “It is particularly satisfying, though, when you get to build the thing and give the command to push the button.”
Dameron was staring at him, now, and Hux smiled inwardly, waiting for the inevitable comment. “Huh,” Dameron said eventually, looking back toward the viewport.
“What, no you’re a monster?” Hux said. “I get that pretty universally. I’ve been keeping track. There’s astonishingly little variation.”
Dameron shrugged. “I’m sure you think you’re justified,” he said. “It’s never worth giving your kind the satisfaction.”
“You’ve known a lot of monsters, hm?” Hux asked.
“It gets tedious,” Dameron said.
