It was not like in the holorecords. There was nothing sweet or blissful about the morning time following their mutual confessions. Kylo smelled distinctly of stale alcohol and Hux's back ached from their unfortunate sleeping position. Hux grumbled, then attempted to pry the other man off of himself which proved to be much harder than expected. Once free, Hux scooted to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side only to sigh and brush away the hair from his eyes. He prepared to stand, but soon enough a large hand came shooting out to enclose around his forearm. "Don't go." Kylo pleaded with his head still buried deep underneath a pillow. 

What a child, Hux thought with irritation. "I heard that." Kylo added.

"You were supposed to," replied Hux pointedly. 

Kylo groaned before his head appeared above the shield of the pillows, black hair disheveled and knotted atop his head. Those soft brown eyes that gazed upon Hux the previous night were now glassy and caked with drowsiness. "You know, my head still isn't clear from last  night and I would just hate to see what horrible things I may get up to...unless of course you take up my offer and stay with me. Just so that you can make sure I don't destroy any more of your precious base, obviously." Kylo smirked mischievously through a hooded regard.

Hux sighed as the trace of a smile crept onto his lips. He brought his legs back up under the covers and playfully frowned as he did so. Naturally, Hux's icy feet gravitated to the only current source of heat in the room which incidentally was Ren, who jumped at the touch. None the less, Kylo happily took him into his embrace, chin resting soundly above a bed of ginger hair. "You know, whatever this is, it's going to get us both killed," Hux murmured against the soft skin of Kylo's chest.

"Stop being such a downer, General."Kylo hugged him tighter, feigning amusement in order to counter act the detrimental feelings of dread trekking its way across his abdomen. Hux didn't respond, instead he tilted his head ever so slightly so that the rapid thumping of Kylo's heart beat met his ears. "Listen, Hux... about what I did on the rescue carrier-"

Hux quieted him with a hush, "It's fine, Ren. I know that it shouldn't be, but after all the things I have done, I'm starting to think that maybe I deserved it." Kylo remained silent. 

"Hux?"

"Yes, Kylo?" 

The Knight paused, unsure whether or not he was willing to go through with his inquiry. "Is there... is there anything else that I changed from my memories that you know of?" 

Hux chuckled uneasily and shifted his head upwards to face Kylo,"Are you really sure you want to hear about these things Ren? They're quite cringe worthy to say the least. Sometimes I truly wish that I possessed your...skills." He bit his lip, thinking more upon the subject matter. "You always refused me whenever I asked you to alter my memories, selfish prick." Ren smirked at this, content with himself for choosing to do so.

"Stop avoiding the question, Hux." Kylo grumbled as he placed his head back into the bush of red.

The General sighed heavily before pushing himself out from under Ren's tangle of limbs, "I don't have time for this." Gracefully, he dropped his legs off the bed to greet the cold tiles awaiting below and arched his toes in a stretch. "Unlike you, I actually have a job to do and I can't afford to spend the entirety of my day recounting fairy tails to a thirty year old man, hidden beneath the cover of a woolen blanket." Hux taunted with a slight edge of affection. Kylo pushed himself up onto his elbows to frown up at the other man. In turn, Hux refused to return the favour and instead, fastened his cap on his head and left the chamber without so much as a farewell. 

Once free from the unwavering gaze of Kylo Ren, Hux breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that one of these days the truth would come back to bite him directly in the ass, but as far as Hux could tell, today was not that day. You can't avoid me forever, General. Hux huffed out a groan due to his annoyance, and partly in his own attempt to release the fear growing within his gut. Get out of my head and my quarters, he hissed back. Trying his hardest, Hux did all he could do to keep the Knight from his thoughts, pushing up every wall he deemed possible. When no response followed, Hux smiled to himself in contempt. 

Back inside the room, Kylo grimly moaned into the pillow and ran a hand through his matted black hair. What could he possibly be hiding from him? What was so serious that Hux had condemned it solely to his mind only? Whatever it was, Kylo was determined to get it out of him one way or the other. Tearing his mind away from the subject for the time being, Kylo's thoughts drifted to Alema and her broken body suspended inside the Bacta Tank. No longer there, he reached his mind out to her, hoping to catch even the smallest confirmation that his friend was still in recvery. However, he came up short. All that could be found was the distinct ripple of  static circling within his ears. 

Concern now lacing his mind, Kylo jumped begrudgingly from the bed to properly fasten on his helmet and other attire. All at once, the consequence of a throbbing headache came barreling into his temples after the night's alcohol induced activities. With a newly added dull ache coursing through every part of his body, Kylo gritted his teeth and did his best to ignore the discomfort. He continued on to the exit and suddenly became aware that these were not his chambers. Of course, what a morning to be had, he thought glumly. Ren began to weigh his options, he could make a run for it. No, too risky. He could perform a memory wipe on anyone outside. Definitely not, he had had enough of that already. Clearly, Kylo could imagine himself finding out that some poor, unaware petty officer was his long lost brother or something just as equally crazy. With that in mind, he decided risky was better than the latter and carefully slipped out the door. 

To his luck, the hall appeared to be empty. A new confidence surged in his veins at the fortunate situation and Kylo began to stride down the hall with a smirk present on his face. The moment was short lived though as the familiar clamor of footsteps sounded behind him. "Good morning, My Lord. I presume you had quite an enjoyable night." Kylo's blood turned to ice as he once again found himself head to head with the chrome clad Captain. 

He stammered, unsure how to respond to her concerning comment. "I..uh... was simply paying the General a visit to discuss our next move on the Resistance," Kylo spit out. 

"Of course, Lord Ren." Phasma replied courteously, though behind her mask she hid a deep scowl as she recalled the previous day's encounter with the General on the floor of the rescue carrier. With the confirmation of the two's present relationship bestowing itself onto her, Phasma felt the sudden urge to slam her blaster across the Knight's head in retribution to her friend's past treatment, but even she knew that would only end in her own demise. "Shall you be overseeing the trooper's instruction today, sir?" She asked in attempt to free herself of the thought, fearful of Kylo Ren's lingering abilities.

Kylo nodded, unaware of the Captain's thoughts as his own seemed to be running laps inside his head, causing it to begin pounding "Yes, though expect my arrival to be delayed as I must be paying Lady Rar a visit." Phasma bowed and made for a hasty retreat, desperate to escape the hostile presence of the other man. 

When she disappeared around the corner, Kylo felt another voice infiltrate his mind. It would seem as though your subjects are making their descent, Kylo Ren. Go to them, they will need your guidance. Kylo stopped dead in his tracks, thinking longingly back to Alema. She can wait, it's not like she'll be going anywhere Kylo finally decided. Not to mention, Snoke's wishes were far more important than his own. But was that really true? Soon enough, his fathers words from the bridge echoed back to him. Yes, of course they are, don't let the stupidity of Han Solo taint your mind, Kylo interjected. 

Quickly, he changed his path towards the outside landing. He straightened his posture and thundered down the hall, checking every so often for the status of his approaching guests.The ship had already docked and as far as Kylo could sense, another person had entered the hangar before him to await the ship's touchdown. He sped his pace and arrived just in time to witness the five dark figures stream orderly out from the aircraft. Two threads of stormtroopers stood ceremoniously across from one another, outlining the trail of which the guests would follow out of the ship. The Knights of Ren demanded that there would be no withholding tradition and insisted upon the welcoming party. They walked with a sense of threatening grace, black robes carefully concealing the hidden enigma underneath. Knowing of their higher status, each member stood tall and carried themself with an air of arrogant superiority, chins tilted upward.

At the sight of Kylo Ren, each of the mysterious creatures dipped down in address. "Master." They chimed simultaneously. Within the ranks, one additional member caught the eyes of Kylo, though he had to look twice to truly confirm that what he was seeing was true. In front of him, not five but six members were present, the final being what seemed to be an almost fully recovered Alema Rar. He rushed her, ignoring the questioning head tilts he received from the new party.

"What are you doing out of the medbay so early? You nearly died yesterday!" Kylo growled. 

She removed the black hood concealing her features and looked up at him, shock was ever present on her face. "My apologies, Sir. " Sir? "But it would seem as though the injuries I sustained have already been treated to the best of the Order's ability. Either way, I wear my scars in full knowledge that they are reminders of my ineptitude." His eyes traveled down to the arm hanging limply to the side of her body, disfigured and graying. Kylo stared at her incredulously even though he knew she could not seem him. Something was not right, Kylo was sure of it, but now was not the time to divulge into it, he had an audience. Uncertainly, Kylo backed away and tore his gaze away from the awaiting Alema. 

"Come. Let me show you to your designated quarters." Kylo announced before knotting his arms  behind his back and setting off to lead the pack out of the hangar. He took his time showing them all around the base, pointing out anything he deemed even remotely necessary for them to know, not  particularly caring to go back to his training. Instead, he traded vigorous exercise with brief overviews over every room and official they passed. With each passing minute, he could feel his eyelids begin to droop further and further down as sleep seemed determined to claim him. It was still midday, yet his current task seemed to drain his body of every ounce of energy he had remaining.

Kylo gave a silent thanks when the hall leading to the Knight's sleeping chambers approached them. "As you can see, this is where you'll be staying for the time being. Each of you have been granted a personal service droid that should be able to tend to your every need. If you-" He was cut off by a pointed hand and a questioning whisper.

"Who is that?" asked an unknown member of the Knights. Kylo glanced behind himself and was of course met with with the same wicked smirk of which he had become all too familiar with in the passing weeks. Hux stopped beside the group with a datapad in hand and glimmer in his eyes. He assessed each individual standing before him, a strange respect now finding its way into his face. Hux remembered with clarity the first time he saw the battalion. He had been young only an unofficial officer at the time and they had come barging through his practice field, weapons in hand. Being within a training facility, Hux had considered them nothing more than an obstacle getting in his way to victory but he was quickly proven wrong when the incident ended with him almost getting a limb or two removed from his body.

"Don't you all look ominous?" He kidded without thinking, unable to help himself. The crowd remained quiet, unamused by his audacious attempt at humour. 

Kylo stepped aside so that the other man was in full view of his colleagues, if one could even call them that. "This is General Hux, co-commandant to me under Supreme Leader Snoke. Have you any complications, the General here will happily have it taken care of." He introduced with a sly smirk beneath his mask. Consequentially, Hux had to put in quite an effort to restrain himself from lunging at Kylo. Who did the bastard think he was, degrading him in such a way in front of such powerful allies? Oh, you know you find it endearing. Hux frowned. What did I tell you earlier, Ren? Get out of my head.