"Iluna! Iluna open your eyes!" I heard frantic screaming all around, along with the sound of blasters going off in all directions.

I don't know what hit me. But it hurt.

"Iluna you have to get up!" Another shout, this time from a different person.

"You're not going to die here! Don't you dare try to die on me!" I continued to hear my comrades call to me, in my half conscious state.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and gazed up at my brothers-in-arms with blurry vision. My hand reached up as I let out a whimper of pain, and hoped I was okay.

"There you go. You're alright." My close friend's voice comforted me as he gently moved my hand to my side.

By the time I could make anything else out, I was in a gurney, being transported to the med bay, after a battle had gone horribly wrong.

"Wh-What... H-Happened..?" The words managed to slip from my mouth.

"Those damn Resistance fighters." I heard the only other female member of our group murmur. "Blasted you clean in the shoulder. You fell back, and hit your head on a rock. Blacked out on us."

My head slowly lulled to the side as I whispered, "Oh... That's nice..." However, before I could even think about closing my eyes, I felt my body being lifted, then placed onto a cold, plastic sheeted medical bed.

As I opened my eyes abruptly, and looked around, I noticed my friends had been switched with medical droids and a doctor, all tending to my health, and my wounds.

"That's a nasty cut you have on your head." I heard the doctor say as she examined it. The droid had forced my body into an upward, sitting motion as I winced in pain. They weren't exactly the gentlest things in the galaxy.

My face scrunched up as her fingers sifted through my short, bleach blonde hair to find how long the gash truly was. To my luck, it was quite large.

"Oh my... Can you tell me your name?" She questioned as I looked confused.

"My name is Iluna Chamra..."

A nod, and a press of a few buttons on her data pad's virtual keyboard, and she calmly pressed further. "Age, and position in the First Order?"

"Twenty years old, and I'm a Lieutenant Colonel..."

"Good... Good.." Her fingers continued to move swiftly, pressing buttons effortlessly and with speed. "You also serve as an assistant to General Hux, is that correct?" She eyed me as my head nodded sloppily. "Alright, miss Chamra. I'm going to patch your wounds up, and have the droids check on you after."

I coughed quietly, and nodded as my eyelids grew heavy. But alas, I was told again to keep them open. "I'm tired..."

My hair was moved as the doctor pressed a cloth against my open wound, soaking up any remaining blood. All I felt was pain, and a bandage being wrapped around the my forehead, and the back of my head. Almost like a sweatband of sorts. The blaster shot to my shoulder was already cauterized, so all she had to do was place a bandage around my shoulder, and that was it. Aside from a few other cuts and bruises, I was okay.

"Can I... Sleep now...?" My voice was faint, weak, and hoarse from the battle earlier, and the wounds now. When I didn't receive a response, I looked back up to see the doctor conversing with one of the droids.

"Before you rest, might I ask you a question?" Honestly, I'm not sure why she bothered asking. I was too out of it to give a clear answer. "Would it be alright if our droids performed an ultrasound?"

"Huh?" That definitely got my attention. An ultrasound? "What for?" I asked quietly, fear obvious in my voice.

The doctor gently placed her hand on my back, and hushed me. "Calm yourself. It's only a precaution. One of the droids found an unusual trace in your blood system, and blood cell count. We want to be sure." Again, she asked if I would consent. I agreed.

Without wasting even a moment, the droids were around me. One with a screen, and another with an imaging tool. Since I was no longer wearing a shirt, my stomach was bare, and they didn't give a warning before placing the tool, and the freezing gel on my stomach. I flinched, and exhaled sharply as my eyes narrowed at the droid with the tool.

The doctor watched the screen closely, and nodded as she took notes on her data pad. No words, no reassurance. Nothing. Just silence and tension. It was killing me. I had to know what was going on. The doctor noticed.

"Miss Chamra? I know you're very confused, and in a lot of pain right now. But I want you to relax for me." Her words were comforting, soothing; but only slightly.

"What's going on?" I demanded with weak and shaky demeanor.

The droid pressed a button on the machine, and printed something. My eyes followed the doctor as she took the sheet from it, and handed it to me.

"This is your child, miss Chamra. You're pregnant."

My eyes watered as I stared in horror at the small being that was forming inside of me. It wasn't out of fear or disdain that I had a child growing in my womb, no. It was out of guilt and sadness. I had endangered the life of this unborn child; MY unborn child. I could have been single-handedly responsible for the death of this sweet, innocent angel.

"I-I-Is it ok-kay?" I stammered in fear as I stared at the slip of paper displaying three pictures.

The kind doctor smiled at me as she nodded gently. "The baby is fine. Don't worry. You're two months along, and the baby is developing on schedule." She turned to the intercom. "General Hux, you are needed in the medical bay. General Hux to the medical bay."

Oh no... Did she know? How could she know? It wasn't possible, was it? I was sure we hid it.

"Alright, miss Chamra. I called your commanding officer in. Everything you need to know about your pregnancy, checkups, and prenatal care are included in that sheet under the pictures." She said as I let out a sigh of relief. She didn't know. Thank the force. "He'll be with you in just a moment." She headed to the door, then shot me a knowing, yet assuring smile. "I'll leave you two alone. Your secret is safe with me."

She knew. I guess I'm not surprised. Older women have a knack for figuring these things out.

I waited for ten minutes before the General entered the room. His eyes changed when he saw me in the medical bed. His face, and his entire demeanor softened when he saw it was me.

"Iluna..." He walked to the bedside, and examined me. "What happened?" He traced his gloved hand gently across my face, and I closed my eyes as a smile appeared on my face.

"Armitage..." I felt at peace with his hand on my face, calming my nerves. "I'm alright... Just a skirmish with the Resistance." My small hand moved over his large, gloved hand.

"Damn them." Hux muttered under his breath. "They'll pay for this."

I knew he meant that. Already, he did not like the Resistance. Now that they had hurt me, he was going to go at them with no mercy. I felt bad for them, to be honest. The only reason I ever joined the First Order was to be with him. But it didn't matter. I had my duty, and he had his.

My gaze never left his as I grabbed the paper with my ultrasound pictures. "I... Have to tell you something..."

I watched as he eyed the slip of paper with concern. But as he reached for it, I pulled it away.

"Armitage... The doctor found unusual traces in my blood..."

"What?" His eyes widened. The man that people assumed was made of stone was actually sweet. Although, I'm one of very few that have ever seen him like that. Everyone else just sees the tough, angry, and cold General that he needs to be for the Order. "Iluna what does that mean? Are you okay?"

"Heh..." My mouth let out a small, soft giggle as he frowned slightly.

"This is no game, Iluna. This is your life." His stern voice grumbled as his brow furrowed down. "Are you going to die?"

"No... Nothing like that. Actually... It's quite the opposite." Finally, I handed him the paper. "I'm going to bring new life into this world in few months time..."

His eyes stared intently at the pictures as he didn't move. That worried me. Was he upset? Angry? Did he not want a baby?

"A-Armitage..?" My voice asked shakily as I reached my hand out slowly. "Say something... P-Please..."

"A baby..." That was all that escaped his mouth. "We're having a baby... Iluna... You know what this means."

Slowly, I stared at him. He wasn't angry at me for going on a mission while carrying our baby. I was shocked.

"No more missions. You are to move into my quarters immediately." He grumbled in a demanding tone. "Most importantly, no being an idiot."

There was that stone cold General that I know.

"Understood?"

"Yeah..." I whispered, but flinched when I saw his stern glare. Slowly, I sunk down in my bed, and pulled my blanket over my face. He grabbed the blanket, and roughly yanked it down.

"I asked a question." Hux growled. He hated indirect answers, and ones he found to be lacking respect.

"Y-Yes sir... I understand." I squeaked as he nodded.

"Good. I have to take care of you two now. So don't push yourself, and take it easy." He kissed my forehead softly.

Hux was a stern man, but he was sweet in his own ways. I loved him, and I couldn't wait for us to start our family together.