The blaster bolt slammed into his chest. He felt his feet almost lifted off the floor as he flew back, slammed into the decking, sliding between the rows of troops with a squeal of fabric as he went. His cane remained in his hand, such was his surprise. It was strange, what one paid attention to when one was shot. It didn't hurt as much as he had expected, but then again, it wouldn't, would it? His leg wound? Now that had hurt. After all, he hadn't any body-armour over that. Did Pryde really really think he would turn up with such a feeble excuse? He was basically telegraphing what he had done, aiding the scum in their escape from the Steadfast and lamely turning up like a wounded vornskr. Others came and collected him, ferrying him from the bridge, and he feigned unconsciousness for the time being, just about forgetting to drop the cane. It was efficient, at least, he wryly thought. But it would be, wouldn't it? These were his troops. His program, enforced by Captain's Phasma and Cardinal, had moulded thousands of children into First Order Stormtroopers. Yes, his influence had been reduced in the past year since Supreme Leader Snoke had died... but it would never be entirely undone. He still had many men and women who had no inkling of how he was derided among High Command, and so followed his orders to the letter. In short order, he'd be ferried from the Steadfast, and he would resume his command of his troops... If he was lucky, Pryde, Kylo Ren, Palpatine... the whole lot of them, they would be undone and he would rule. Chancellor Hux. It had a nice ring to it. Coming 2021.