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Who: Maedhros & Hux
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On the S.S. Heron.
When: Not long after Hux is injured?

Call it Elvish intuition or exceptional timing, but a certain General would find a new figure aboard his ship. Said figure stood at over seven feet tall, had long, dark red and copper hair, scars beyond count and one pointed ear (the other was originally pointed too until a blade reshaped it). Oh and he was missing a hand. However one would be very mistaken to challenge this Elf to a duel.

He had earned his scars legitimately (if one ignored the marks left by Morgoth). Those angered him every time he saw them; there was honor in battle and that Vala had ignored it in favor of torture. Maedhros could never support such, which was perhaps why he was drawn to someone like General Hux.

The child was very mistaken about what it took to rule. His future would be grim unless he put a stop to it.

"I am seeking one named Hux?" Maedhros thought he had the right ship, but how could one be sure? Nothing made sense amongst the stars.

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"I am familiar with many resistances. I even led a few myself." Maedhros hid a grin at the flinch. Oh how like a child. He assured himself the bleeding stopped before he relented and stepped back.

"Do you have someone else you prefer to see to your injuries?" he arched a brow, "I was merely looking for you and I found you in this state. I have never been able to let..." a child, "someone bleed without offering aid."

Unless you were an Orc, a Troll or some other Dark creature.

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"I am capable of seeing to them myself," Hux said as he stopped at his quarters, taking off his overcoat. It would have to be cleaned but nothing that would stain at least. Appearances were important. "This is nothing I haven't dealt with already."

He opened the door to put his coat on the bed, sitting down as he let his fingers trace the edges of the bruise. It would look ugly for a few days but it would fade eventually.

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"Seeing to your own marks of defeat is a poor and depressing way to end a battle." Maedhros followed him after a short pause, standing in the doorway so as not to be too rude, "I apologize for not being a Healer. My abilities as an Elf of Arda are only useful in battle, I'm afraid."

Crossing his arms, he shifted and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Ice would aid you with swelling."

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"That is what makes you stronger." That was how it had always been his entire life. He didn't expect anything else- that would have been disgraceful for an officer of the Empire or First Order.

"Ice is not commonly found aboard a ship." It wasn't practical. "It's not serious enough to warrant a medic. The bruise will fade and the cut is relatively shallow."

He had never had many injuries outside of training though but he was determined that he wouldn't let it make him weak.

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"I do not buy that." he pursed his lips and looked around, trying to find a replacement for ice. No luck. Sighing, he moved into the room and knelt in front of Hux,

"Your titles are meaningless here. I could tell you I was once High-King of the Elves; would it matter?"

Not one bit and that was for the best.

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"I never said my title was significant. I have worked hard to attain the rank of general but the title itself is merely a formality. I am, and always will be, an officer of the First Order no matter what my rank here." Generals were replaceable in the grand scheme of things but he had grown up . And given his failure with Starkiller, he had no doubt that Snoke would replace him if he deemed it necessary.

He wasn't sure what to do with this though. It was making him very uncomfortable as he leaned away.