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ultraericthered · 1 year

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Random Star Wars thoughts concerning this guy:

Enric Pryde AKA Steadfast, who ended his life as the Allegiant General to the First Order and for Emperor Palpatine’s Final Order.

I wish we’d gotten more from this character both in The Rise of Skywalker and in Star Wars media prior to it rather than just after it, had only the folks at Lucasfilm concieved of the character and thought of how to develop and implement him into the story by then.

The main reason isn’t Richard E. Grant or anything like that, as great an actor as he always is. It’s just the vibes that the character gives. The aesthetic and the dark, shadowy layers of Pryde as a concept. Essentially, he is every evil that Palpatine concieved, directed, and unleashed throughout the saga all rolled into a singular package. Really think about this - Pryde is a man who was born and lived his childhood in the twilight of the Old Republic, who was then raised on imperial values and inducted into the Galactic Empire’s military, who then partook in what became the conception of the First Order and served in the First Order at a high rank, and who finally was recruited as a special secret agent for the Sith Cult of Exegol and selected to lead the Final Order. The direct marriage of Imperial style villainy and Sith style villainy is particularly evident with him. The Sith and the ways of the Force are completely foreign to him yet still he worships the Dark Side and devotedly serves his dark masters because he’s so taken in by the power and glory he percieves in it all, as was the case ever since he got to bear witness to Darth Vader in action.

It’s a similar aesthetical blending as how the depiction of the cloned Emperor Palpatine combines the occult evilness of the Sith with The Senate of old, in his large chamber and his red robes, all while being the ruling power behind a large Imperial Star Destroyer fleet above.

Fittingly then, Pryde is framed by the film itself as being the other half of the saga’s final boss besides Palpatine, and we’re shown him meeting his demise at the same time All The Sith is being destroyed.

#Star Wars #The Rise of Skywalker #Enric Pryde #allegiant general pryde #Steadfast #Richard E. Grant #Sheev Palpatine #Emperor Palpatine #Darth Sidious #opinion #analysis

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armitagescat · 2 years

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last confessions

in which Pryde confesses one last thing.

tags and warnings: major character death, canon divergence (Hux doesn't get shot for being the spy), sympathetic Pryde

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The explosions send a tremor through the entire Star Destroyer. Hux is currently putting all his effort towards keeping his balance, which seems impossible to do. One glance at the Allegiant General reveals that he is standing as steadfastly as ever - no pun intended, of course. It sends a rush of frustration through Hux' body, even though he has long ago realized that his hate for the man is actually just redirected hate that should be aimed at his father instead, or perhaps even Ren. (Or a good mix of both, he thinks and grips the console even tighter so he doesn't fall.)

"That is impossible," he hears Pryde's voice, a strange mix of disbelief and, buried even deeper but audible underneath his calm facade, mortal terror. "They don't have an army."

Hux clears his throat. "That is not an army, sir," he says.

In a way, he's glad. Because defeating him means defeating Ren, because defeating the First Order means putting an end to what Ren turned it into. But at the same time he can't help but feel...

"The escape pods near my quarters," Pryde says, frantically. He's scared. He's so scared. He's looking death in the eye and he is freaking out.

Where is the man Hux spent all of his energy on the last few weeks? Who is the man Hux hated so desperately because hate was the only emotion that didn't hurt?

Despite having a way out, Pryde doesn't move. He keeps staring at the ship's windows, the open space, the ships targeting them.

"Well?" Hux prompts. "Use it. Escape."

At that Pryde turns to him. Have his eyes always been this blue? They must have been.

"The password is Vanto," he says very calmly. The fear is gone, replaced by something odd, something Hux doesn't understand. It frightens him, even more than the other man's fear.

"Excuse me?" he whispers.

"Vanto. V-a-n-t-o. Repeat after me."

"Vanto?" Hux repeats. The word leaves a strong aftertaste in his mouth.

"Good. Now leave. That's an order."

Hux was not build for survival but he has been trained for it. He nods, turns and starts running towards the doors as the ship around them breaks apart, collapses into itself, as the last remains of the Empire burn out.

"Armitage," a voice calls.

"Yes?" Hux asks without turning around.

"I never liked Brendol very much. I thought you might want to know."

Against his better judgment, Hux turns. Pryde is still standing at the window, his back turned to him, his eyes facing death. Their eyes meet in the reflecting surface of the ship window, and even though Hux tries his best, he can't make out the man's expression. He can take in all the other signs, the way his hands are shaking behind his back, the way his shoulders are raising with panicked breaths. Allegiant General Enric Pryde is scared of death.

There's nothing Hux could say that would make it better. That's why he doesn't say anything at all.

He runs.

#star wars #armitage hux #allegiant General Pryde #using this to spread my Eli Vanto/Enric Pryde agenda #feel free to send me asks about them or any other star wars characters I'd love to talk abt them <3

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cassettoicecream · 8 months

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Before the Supreme Leader

Canine and human version of this

(Kylo Ren's outfit was a such pain in the neck to draw, as the character himself, why he can't wear an uniform like everyone else?)

#armitage hux #general hux #kylo ren #star wars #my art #armitage #digital art #the force awakens #enric pryde #allegiant general pryde #star wars fanart

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abitchnamedtia · 1 year

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IMAGINE PRYDE CATCHING FEELINGS FOR HIS ASSISTANT

Tw : none

Infos : Pryde x reader, gn pronouns used

DISCLAIMER:

!ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

-He would've been mad at himself. Thinking he was weak to fall for you.

- At first you were scared of him as he was tough and cruel, but you started to be more confident around him as time passed.

- You are a good assistant. You finish everything on time, even in advance if you can. And you do that with a true devotion. And he like that.

- As you became more confident, you started to be nice to him. Asking him what kind of tea he'll like in the afternoon, if he wanted something to eat with it. But never too silly, he hated that and reprimanded you about it.

- He started to kinda like everything you do for him. Even when he was cruel with you, you never let him down. Always on time, never cry, never quit. Just your nice self and your smile.

- One time, because of stress and fatigue, he screamed very bad at you, for nothing. And stop immediately when he saw tears in your eyes. He didn't apologize but give you your day.

- When you walk the day after, he waited for you to tell him that you wanted to quit. But instead you apologized for your "lack of control" and telling him that it'll never happen again. He hated the feeling of relief that he felt when hearing you.

- Since then he tried to be "nicer". And for him that mean avoiding being too tough with you. People didn't saw it, but you do. And sometimes a little smile bloom on your face when he do that.

- He's still the cold and cruel allegiant general, but a little warmer just with you.

#star wars #allegiant general pryde #enric pryde #enric pryde x reader #star wars x reader #star wars the rise of skywalker #the rise of skywalker #star wars imagine

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luukeskywalker · 2 years

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HAPPY PRIDE TO ALLEGIANT GENERAL PRYDE, AKA ALLY GENERAL GAY PRYDE

#star wars #general pryde #allegiant general pryde #the rise of skywalker #pride

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not-so-allegiant-general · 5 months

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Huddling for warmth or stranded is fun but what if it wouldn't be Kylo, it wouldn't be Dameron who is stranded with Hux. Let's not make it about ships. Let's make it bad.

What if Hux is stranded with Pryde. Because that. That would be a real torment right? What if they fail to kill each other, and they have to somehow survive bc i feel they are both strong on surviving. But then, it's a nightmare for Hux because it's like he is re living his childhood again but without Brendol this time. And Pryde is not making it easier. So one day Hux just breaks into tears, Pryde screaming in frustration at him and Hux not able to comprehend anything any more just curls down on the ground covering his head with arms. And Pryde just freezes above him not able to talk any more bc he just remembered the same scene from the past. Armitage on the ground Brendol Hux above him. Broken glass around. He remembered that he was disgusted then by both of them, the boy crying and screaming without a reason and drunk Brendol. He took a step back and Hux moved quickly, knocked him over, taking his weapon and looking at him with pure determination. Bc he was not a helpless boy any more. But they both knew that neither of them have a chance of surviving alone here. So Hux lets him go slowly.

"From now on. You are on borrowed time, Enric." Hux hissed. "The day i won't need you to survive will be the day of your death."

And every next day spend with Pryde Hux hates himself a little more. For not being able to kill him here and now, for this pathetic break down, for being scared of him, for crying when he is not around, for not being able to stay calm, cool and controlled as he should. For having to share space and rations.

And Pryde it's just becoming gradually more empty. But he starts to flinch every time Hux is making more sudden move.

#armitage hux #star wars #general hux #hux #enric pryde #star wars fanfiction #how awful it was for Hux to see Pryde as Allegiant General #and have to take orders from him?#i can't get over it

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goosewriting · 11 months

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Purpose

summary: after being shot by Pryde, Hux wakes up in an unfamiliar place.

relationship: General Hux x GN reader

warnings: mention of injury, a lil angsty, fluff, fix-it fic

word count: 1.5k

A/N: the doc i wrote this in is literally called “hux survives, i have spoken”, and i think that sums it up really well lol ((also i know that's not hux in the gif but when i saw it i literally went 😳 so i had to use it))

prompt used: All of your failures, your accomplishments, your success, your emotions, your body. Every bit of you. I accept and love them all. (source, by @/incorrectprompts)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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“Get me the Supreme Leader.”

That’s the last thing Hux heard after being launched back several metres from the blaster impact.

“Tell him we found our spy,” Allegiant General Pryde finished in a self-satisfactory tone, giving the blaster back to the trooper next to him.

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Hux wakes up with a gasp.

The sudden intake of air burns through his lungs, like he hadn’t breathed in years. He can tell he’s lying on a cushioned surface, but is still too weak to sit up and check his surroundings.

Blinking away the pain and dryness in his eyes, they adapt to the light in the room. The ceiling above him is wooden, as are the walls. Hux looks to his right, where he spots a door on the far wall. Closer to him there’s several beeping and blinking control panels, with multiple cables and tubes emerging from the machinery.

Slowly turning his head to the left, he sees a big desk with papers and different medical instruments. A med droid stands in front of it with its back to him, too busy doing whatever med droids do while the patient is unconscious.

Hux concludes that he's probably in a cabin, given how rustic the construction looks. And now that the grogginess melted away, he can feel the waves of pain starting to crash onto him.

His chest hurts.

His legs hurt. Especially his left thigh.

He’s pretty sure his pride hurts too, even though he can’t exactly recall what happened and how he got here.

He dares a look at himself, looking down on his body, and only now does he realise that he’s all bandaged up, and bacta tubing surrounds his torso and leg.

The redhead tries sitting up on the bed but fails, quickly slumping back down with a pained cry. This catches the attention of the droid, who turns around, leaving some instruments it was holding on the table.

“You’re awake,” the droid notes. “I will let the Master know.”

“Master? Who?” Hux manages to croak out; his throat is incredibly dry.

The droid ignores his question and exits the room. Not a minute later, you appear through the door and hurriedly make your way to him. Next to the bed you stop for a second, looking at him with big eyes, as if to make sure it’s really him.

“By the Maker,” you finally let out with a sigh of relief. “You’re finally awake.”

A sob shakes your body as you sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. Your body gives out and you lean forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as gently as you can while the tears come rolling down freely over your cheeks. Hux wants to hold you, comfort you, but his body is not responding. He can only helplessly watch as your hands fist the blanket around him, trying to hold on to something.

Slowly the fog in his brain starts lifting, revealing the memory of what happened on Ren’s ship. With it also comes the realisation that you had somehow managed to save him.

Hux wants to say something, but your cries build a knot in his throat and a pain in his chest that aren’t the result of his injuries. He presses a soft kiss to the side of your head while he thinks back to how you had met all those years ago. How you had slowly and unknowingly picked away at his walls, how you had started falling for each other. How you had listened to each of his rants, laughed at his jokes. How you had comforted him when his life's work, Starkiller base, was blown to bits. How you had always been at his side, anchoring him.

And now here he was again, only still breathing because you saved him.

Finally getting your cries under control, you look up at your lover, holding his face with both your hands, smoothing over his cheekbones with your thumbs. Hux bites back a pained whimper as he reaches up to wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper, kissing his forehead.

“What happened?” Hux asks after a moment.

“Pryde shot you after figuring out you let the rebels escape,” you retell.

Hux looks down at his chest. Through the partially transparent bacta tubing he can make out a scar on his chest where there surely should have been a hole. His brows furrow.

“How long was I out?” he questions, bringing his gaze back to you.

“26 rotations,” you answer. “Not that I've been keeping count or anything.”

“Twenty– wha– How did you–” Hux is so stunned he can’t form a proper sentence.

You give him a bittersweet smile as you retell how it all went down. You were on Ren’s Destroyer when he got shot. Two troopers carried his body from the bridge. You intercepted them and had them carry Hux into the med bay at gunpoint, where you ended up stunning them. After hooking up the General to the machines and essentially kidnapping one of the med droids, you got into an escape pod and made it to a small moon in the Bryx system, where you happened to know someone. They let you stay in this little cabin since they were currently off-world.

Hux listens intently, trying to wrap his head around the fact you essentially deserted the First Order just to save him. Meanwhile you unhook him from some of the machines except for the IV fluids.

“Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat and drink,” you offer, turning away from the bed. But his hand shoots up to hold your arm and pull you back to sit.

“Just- just stay for a moment,” Hux pleads in a quiet voice, his face contorting in pain for a second from his action.

“Okay,” you say, taking his hand in yours, and sit back down on the bed.

For a moment you just sit there in silence, taking in each other’s presence.

“So, what happened?” Hux asks after a while.

“I… I just told you?” you retort, bringing your hand to his forehead to see if he has a fever. “Are you feeling dizzy or something?”

“No,” he says with a huff as he shakes his head and you remove your hand. “I mean what happened with the First Order, the rebels… with Ren?”

“Oh Armitage,” you say with an amused tone, but the smile doesn't reach your eyes. “You barely made it out alive and you're still obsessed with him?”

Hux scoffs.

“I’m not obsessed,” he grumbles.

“Well, whatever the case, you don't have to worry about him anymore,” you respond, averting your eyes to look somewhere beyond the walls. “His whole Destroyer went down. Just like the First Order. The resistance won.” You look back at him. “Ren is gone.”

Hux doesn’t answer, his face unreadable.

“Ren lost,” you remark, raising a brow at his lack of response. This was what he had been wanting after all. “You won.”

“Hm. This isn't exactly how I was picturing it,” Hux remarks.

“I know,” you say softly, caressing his cheek. “But the thing is, it's all over now. I'm pretty sure we’re the sole survivors from that ship. Everyone will think we’re dead. We get a fresh start, Armitage. A clean slate.”

Hux huffs, deep in thought, and slightly incredulous. You can feel the tears stinging at the back of your eyes again.

“I’m just glad you’re still alive,” you say, unable to stop your voice from cracking. “All I want is to be by your side. So you stay put, rest, and heal up, okay?” The tears start rolling freely again. “We’ll be fine.”

Hux’s gaze softens infinitely, his usual stern and cold glare now a warm, inviting ocean. He swallows hard.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he whispers, leaning into your hand which still cups his face. “You’ve saved me more times than I can count.” His eyes leave yours to look up at the ceiling. “I don't think I deserve this. You should have left me behind.”

You turn his face to you so he meets your eyes again.

“Please don’t say that. I would never give up on you,” you assure him. “All of your failures, your accomplishments, your success, your emotions, your body. Every bit of you. I accept and love them all.”

You lean in to place the softest of kisses on his now chapped lips, then kiss the corner of his mouth, his nose, his cheek. You don’t pull back, whispering into his skin.

“It might feel like you have no purpose left right now but–”

“It’s you,” he interrupts you. “You are my purpose.”

You let out a shuddering breath, kissing him again, and he melts into you.

“You can decide what's next,” he says after you pull back. You smile down at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“We'll decide together.”

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