[The fall was annoying. Hux didn't know enough magic yet to slow his fall, so he had landed rather hard. Not hard enough to be seriously injured, but hard enough to leave his hip still throbbing. He hasn't said anything, of course. It hasn't yet proved to be a hindrance, so he'll ignore it. The place they've landed in, however, is quite a bit worse, and he's had his blaster drawn since he pushed to his feet. This dank, disgusting dungeon, filled with screams, rats, and twisting, winding arches does nothing for Hux's nerves. He's felt on edge since coming down here, and he doesn't like the feeling. It's unsettling. Also, he's going to need a shower when he gets out of here. He might even gratefully settle for those hideous communal baths.
Granted...he's been through simulations like this. An enemy hiding in the shadows. Scuttling creatures under his feet. Yet somehow, the reality of this seems more, well...real. Dangerous. Life threatening. Hux sucks in a breath slowly despite the horrid smelling air down here, breathing out in measured time, trying to calm his racing heart. He glances over briefly at Gaius, then Allelujah as both of them speak, then finally at Levi, before out into the darkness again. He focuses on the scrabbling around them--insofar he certainly agrees with Allelujah--it seems like they're being herded. Towards destination, though, is the true question. Hux listens to the shifting, scratching of claws--trying to differentiate between the scuttling of the rats and the other sound, one that might signal a far more dangerous enemy.
A brief moment, two--the ceiling. To his left. Some behind them. Hux swallows, and turns his body just slightly so his back is more in towards his comrades, covered. Finally, he speaks, his voice low]
I hate to make a snap judgement but if I had to, I would say that we are most assuredly nearly surrounded.
[his hand tightens on his blaster, tensing, as the slithering noises coalesce, become a bit louder, closer--]
I would also say it would be wise to prepare for an--[he's about to finish that with "attack," but instead he makes a quiet, startled noise, sucking in air quickly as several what appear to be Trandoshans bearing rather sharp weapons come at them out of the darkness. Hux isn't so much as startled by their appearance as he is by their crude armor and complete lack of blasters. It feels disjointing, even after these several weeks, to see creatures bearing such outdated weaponry.
That, however, is hardly his first concern. It is more so that Trandoshans are renowned for their hunting ability. Even if these creatures are not exactly Trandoshans, this does not bode well. Hux raises his blaster with a jerk towards them, heart hammering in his chest, firing off a scattered five shots in the direction of the ones approaching from the rear. Most of the bullets ricochet off armor, but one strikes one of them in the shoulder. Despite the injury and the creature's cry in reaction, after a moment it snarls and continues its charge.]
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Granted...he's been through simulations like this. An enemy hiding in the shadows. Scuttling creatures under his feet. Yet somehow, the reality of this seems more, well...real. Dangerous. Life threatening. Hux sucks in a breath slowly despite the horrid smelling air down here, breathing out in measured time, trying to calm his racing heart. He glances over briefly at Gaius, then Allelujah as both of them speak, then finally at Levi, before out into the darkness again. He focuses on the scrabbling around them--insofar he certainly agrees with Allelujah--it seems like they're being herded. Towards destination, though, is the true question. Hux listens to the shifting, scratching of claws--trying to differentiate between the scuttling of the rats and the other sound, one that might signal a far more dangerous enemy.
A brief moment, two--the ceiling. To his left. Some behind them. Hux swallows, and turns his body just slightly so his back is more in towards his comrades, covered. Finally, he speaks, his voice low]
I hate to make a snap judgement but if I had to, I would say that we are most assuredly nearly surrounded.
[his hand tightens on his blaster, tensing, as the slithering noises coalesce, become a bit louder, closer--]
I would also say it would be wise to prepare for an--[he's about to finish that with "attack," but instead he makes a quiet, startled noise, sucking in air quickly as several what appear to be Trandoshans bearing rather sharp weapons come at them out of the darkness. Hux isn't so much as startled by their appearance as he is by their crude armor and complete lack of blasters. It feels disjointing, even after these several weeks, to see creatures bearing such outdated weaponry.
That, however, is hardly his first concern. It is more so that Trandoshans are renowned for their hunting ability. Even if these creatures are not exactly Trandoshans, this does not bode well. Hux raises his blaster with a jerk towards them, heart hammering in his chest, firing off a scattered five shots in the direction of the ones approaching from the rear. Most of the bullets ricochet off armor, but one strikes one of them in the shoulder. Despite the injury and the creature's cry in reaction, after a moment it snarls and continues its charge.]