*I'm going to try to post this daily for the next 13-15 days. Possibly the stupidist choice I could have ever made. The cover will be posted within the next couple of hours. This is also one of the longest chapters in here so enjoy and happy reading!*

My name is general Armitage Hux and my one and only superior is Supreme Leader Snoke. Just this past week, he sent me a news update and gave me a new assignment. A select amount of the upper level staff would get to see memories of my childhood. Memories that I had tried to repress for years. He was sending over a force user to navigate through my mind and pull them into a machine that Phasma had recently invented that would store and show a person's memories to the outside world. Snoke seemed to think something from my past would become important in our future.

I generally didn't like the idea of reliving my memories, much less, letting someone else dig through my mind. Only a couple of my memories would be pilfered but they seemed to be most of the worst ones from my past. Or at least, it seemed that way for me. As anxiety coursed through my veins, I sat patiently waiting in a centrally located steel chair.

The door banged open and in stormed Phasma, flanked by at least six of her highest ranking military guards. Four of which were holding the large memory machine up between them. We were all in one of the science labs on the lower deck, the floor reserved for a wide array of special projects that required the utmost security to enter, as I didn't want this to be a much publicized event. Only top staff and guards knew, and most of them still weren't told a lot.

It's not common knowledge aboard the Finalizer that I am also an omega, despite my higher rank. My single request since working directly under Supreme Leader Snoke was to keep that fact silent among my fellow officers. Snoke had obliged, but due to the massiveness of my one request, he would ignore almost every other request or complaint I had. It was the trade off I supposed, for asking for something so big from the start.

This whole ordeal hurts me even more because of my rank. Not many aboard the Finalizer are aware that I am also an Omega. It was my one request that I wanted kept silent. Snoke obliged but he would ignore almost every other request or complaint I had. It was the trade off we had figured out ages before.

"Are you ready general?" Phasma asked me, coming over to stand beside me. I looked up from where I was seated and tried to push all my nerves to the back of my mind. Before I could respond the door was slammed open once more and a rather tall man in a mask stormed in. His mask was similar to Vader's and seemed to be scanning the room for someone. Build wise, he was wide but his frame was rather thin.

"Are you General Hux?" A muffled voice questioned darkly from under the mask. I let my eyes calculate him and his actions, while Phasma turned back at him quickly.

"Who wants to know?" Phasma shot back, quick on her feet and knowing it wouldn't matter if she was speaking to a superior or not. Seeing as she was the only one capable of directly training all of the troops, Snoke would always forgive her for any mistakes she would ever make.

"I am Kylo Ren. My master sent me to extract the pre-presentation memories of one General Hux and I wanted to make sure that I had the correct mindless human in my sights." I growled at that, standing and moving to right in front of his gaze.

"If I was really mindless, none of this would matter would it? Yet, if I were to bail off this ship or die in some horrible accident, this mission would become useless. And you would have failed our dear leader. So I suggest that you should get on with your job, and I'll get on with mine. Unless you'd rather damn us all?" The man in front of me took off his mask and revealed dark brown curled wild locks that cascaded to land just above his shoulders.

"As you wish Omega." I hid the look of fear that he knew that, but I couldn't stop my thoughts from going down a rabbit hole. The very one I'd promised myself I'd never go back down. After a moment I shook myself away from that place. But I'd soon be back due to the mission. Phasma saw my authoritative look and took charge.

"It'd be better if you did this before we all get old and grey force user." As Phasma finished speaking, Kylo moved his hand up to send me back into the chair and moved to stand over me. He moved around the back of the chair and started to dig through my mental walls.

~IN MY MIND~

The adobe colored mud brick walls of my childhood home were covered in a layer of dusty sand. I remembered that mom used to sing at those walls and dad would smile over to her with love in his eyes. He never looked at me like that after she had passed. A knocking at the door sounded familiar and echoed through my brain. Brendol easily went to answer the door. A man in a dark military outfit walked through the door followed closely by a boy that was clearly his son. They were in town for his presentation ceremony, which would happen the day before mine. The leaders of our district had made the dates of everyone's presentation very clear when they'd announced them. Brendols companion, Officer Grut and his son Henry had been looking forward to this break from service for months; while my father just saw it as another way to find something wrong with me.

Henry was forced to be my friend through all of childhood. But our friendship had consisted more of being acquaintances or strangers to each other that would come across each other sometimes. Not that we weren't close or personal by the end of everything. Sure, we had had plenty of awful encounters before these upcoming couple of days, but none had been as bad as what was soon to come.

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The day before my own presentation Henry had presented as a Beta. Out of all the people their, I was the least surprised. Not only could he take charge, but he was also known to take orders very well without lots of complaining. Both Grut and Brendol had been upset with him, since they had expected him to be something that he clearly wasn't going to be. But both were not nearly as upset as they would be a mere 24 hours later at my ceremony.

It was high noon when I was stood in the middle of the arena, dreading my fate. An older woman with a tail that looked similar to a fox approached me. She gestured for me to enter a circle on the ground, which I hurriedly did. She stalked around the outside of the circle sniffing harder and harder to determine what my scent was going to be. After a couple moments of weighted silence, she did something very uncommon at a presentation ceremony. Slowly, she entered the circle and continued to sniff haphazardly into the air before she pulled back, looking puzzled.

"Armitage Hux, son to Brendol Hux... My name is Hertia and I've been doing this for a very long time. It's been at least thirty years since I've come across someone like you." Hertia stated down to me. I shrunk back, knowing my father would think that I would be undeserving of any of her praise or compliments. Not just my father either, but Grut and Henry as well. I cared very little what those two thought of me, but my fathers thoughts did matter to me. That may just have been my biggest mistake and weakness.

"Stop cowering ya bastard!" Henry shouted from among the onlookers. I cringed, knowing this would happen. None of them would ever let me live my life a little. Hertia turned to Henry and scoffed, bringing more negative attention to him within the crowd.

"This boy you see before you, Armitage; you are an omega. But do not be deceived by this title. Nor should you think of him as something lower. For he is of the rarest breed of omega. And from his scent alone I can glean that he is destined for greatness. Meanwhile you, puny beta, will feel worthless for all of your life for you do not feel right in your own skin. As you'll find most other betas are also insecure. But your mind is also weak, thus you who shouts at the prize omega will ruin your life and die a young, stupid fool. Note that my wisdom can't be challenged when you die before you even hit the age of thirty."

She took my hand and shook it before leaving through the crowd that had gathered to watch. A handful of guards watched her but none did pursue her as she left, they just slowly dispersed going their own separate ways entirely.

~~~

As soon as she was gone and Henry had been snapped out of his shock, our party left, my father strangely not making a public display of dragging me home or touching me in any way. When we got back to the house, all was silent. At first. The door closed and I was left alone in my room for a good amount of time until the door was slammed open and Brendol entered alongside Henry. The stench of alcohol extended almost visibly out from Henry's mouth. Brendol was sober through everything.

"Wasn't this whole thing perfectly timed son?" A creepy grin was spread across my father's face and I gulped in nervous anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned quietly, afraid of what that look had meant, but managing not to stutter in my fear.

"Me and Henry's ruts have come just in time to celebrate you officially becoming an omega." Brendol smirked down at me as all the color drained from my face and skin.

"You should have seen this coming, bratty hormonal skum." Henry chimed in darkly down at me. Brendol held my arms down in place while Henry ripped my pants straight off of my skin. Exposed, I tried to fight them off of me, but nothing seemed to be able to stop what was coming. Fingers forced their way into both of my orifices. One set was ripping pained shrieks out of the mess that was my ass and the other was filling my mouth. It wasn't long before the fingers were replaced with more solid objects.

Brendol gave me an evil smile as his eyes raked over my shivering mass, getting up to go light his cigarette and leave Henry to his own devices. Henry had gotten up as well but he'd returned a moment later with one of my mother's stilettos. I kept a single pair of plain beige stilettos in a trunk to remember my mother. Often times at that point and those moments following this encounter, I wished I'd burned it instead of letting them sit there collecting dust. This wasn't the first time Henry had pulled out her stuff to make me wear it. The shoe was used for a very different purpose this time and it made me sick to merely think of it. He found such sick twisted pleasure to fuck me with that shoe. And I was forced to not only enjoy it but feel ruined and betrayed by my own mother every time I looked at it again.

Not that it was her fault. For it clearly wasn't. She wasn't there. It was merely my own fault for being so stupidly sentimental. Me and my dumb emotions. Hux's should be better than that. At least that's what my father would scream at me in anger for ages after that night.

~~OUT Of MIND~

It took a second for my eyes to re-adjust to the brightness of the lab lights. Phasma was moving around her machine busily, unwilling to meet my eyes. The force user was watching me carefully from behind my back. I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel his eyes trailing me. An overwhelmed feeling crept into my system at being surrounded by all the guards. The feeling was gnawing at my very soul so I stood up sharply and turned to Phasma.

"I assume you can handle it from here. It's time someone returned to the bridge." She nodded to me despite it not being a question and I moved towards the exit. Ren began to follow me a couple paces behind my own pace. I glanced back at him and departed quickly before he could protest my actions. Thankfully, he let me go about my business for the rest of the days light cycle.