[ Hux is pretty certain unimpressed is Phasma's default expression these days. She has so many stormtroopers that need to be trained. Hux knows that should he so much as think of getting someone in to help, Phasma would most likely be affronted. Such was their working relationship. As long as things stayed in balance the general didn't mind. Captain Phasma did her job and did it well. Why fix it when it wasn't broken?
As for fitness... well, he was okay. The general's build would give his skill set away in that regard, more wiry than stocky and slimmer than his uniform gave him credit for. He could run, agility things were fine, but when put near anything that required a lot of stamina and brute strength? Today was going to be interesting.]
Naturally. And today it looks like you'll be in charge. [With that Hux simply goes for it, bending forwards in the age old attempt to reach his toes, falling short by an inch and cringing on the inside. Very out of practice. Knowing his luck, Ren was watching from some dark corner.]
This is my domain. [is that a quirk of her lips? must be imagination.] I should think I outrank most others when it comes to these matters. [so no attempt to get out of this, Hux. you're in it, she's in it, and by the time she's done with you, you're going to be able to outshoot a Stormtrooper.
when said Stormtrooper is blinded.
she watches him critically for a moment, and then gets to her feet. moving behind him, she promptly presses her hands on his back, pushing him forwards those last few inches.]
[ Of course it was Phasma's domain, there was no way in an icy Hoth Hell that Hux would argue that with her. That being said there is a small tinge of worry at what Phasma has in store for him; it should just be the basics but there's a sneaking suspicion that should he fail to meet any kind of mark that he would surely be for it.
Hux hears Phasma move and he knows what's about to happen, can foresee it with a sense of dread in an instant and before he can even move to avoid it there's hands on his back, pushing him forwards. The general is certain that crunching noise was his spine and the slight sense of discomfort was possibly his spleen trying to relocate.
At least he could touch his toes now. Hux briefly wonders if he'll ever be able to let go of them after this.]
I know how to count, I'm certain I don't need to do that out loud.
Would you like me to make it an order? [she's only half-joking. while you're in her domain, Hux, you do what she says. she's most certainly going to hold him in place until he starts counting, and even then, until he reaches twenty. at that point, she eases up - slightly - just enough to tap one of his legs.]
[ The unspoken answer to that question is a resounding no. Hux doesn't need Phasma to make it an order because unlike certain others on the ship, he knows when to do something he's told. He'll mutter to twenty under his breath, ignoring the twinge in his back as it starts to realize that yes, this will be a workout for the ages.
Twenty seconds has never felt so long before now and Hux shifts at the tap, wordlessly following the new order with more ease than previously.] I'd rather be at the shooting range.
Your accuracy is not in question, General. [when he's done with those, she directs him to spread them as much as he can - yes, he can do better than that - and stretch again. enjoy the burn in your groin, sir.]
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rude, rude, he can run fast.... in the academy days....
As for fitness... well, he was okay. The general's build would give his skill set away in that regard, more wiry than stocky and slimmer than his uniform gave him credit for. He could run, agility things were fine, but when put near anything that required a lot of stamina and brute strength? Today was going to be interesting.]
Naturally. And today it looks like you'll be in charge. [With that Hux simply goes for it, bending forwards in the age old attempt to reach his toes, falling short by an inch and cringing on the inside. Very out of practice. Knowing his luck, Ren was watching from some dark corner.]
well people were chasing him then
when said Stormtrooper is blinded.she watches him critically for a moment, and then gets to her feet. moving behind him, she promptly presses her hands on his back, pushing him forwards those last few inches.]
Count to twenty.
true story
Hux hears Phasma move and he knows what's about to happen, can foresee it with a sense of dread in an instant and before he can even move to avoid it there's hands on his back, pushing him forwards. The general is certain that crunching noise was his spine and the slight sense of discomfort was possibly his spleen trying to relocate.
At least he could touch his toes now. Hux briefly wonders if he'll ever be able to let go of them after this.]
I know how to count, I'm certain I don't need to do that out loud.
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Fold one in, and do one at a time. Same count.
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Twenty seconds has never felt so long before now and Hux shifts at the tap, wordlessly following the new order with more ease than previously.] I'd rather be at the shooting range.
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