Alright, first fanfiction in a while, but I saw the Force awakens and couldn't help but want to write a story regarding the conflicted Kylo Ren. This Story is a slight AU, and takes place after the beginning scenes of the movie. What would happen if Poe wasn't the only prisoner from Jakku that night, and what if that other prisoner understood Kylo Ren better than he understands himself? I hope you all find this story worth a read and enjoy!
It was dark, and people were huddled together in the cold desert night on Jakku. There was a sense of unease as the sound of approaching ships filled the air. The villagers scattered trying to hide from the nearing threat. The ships landed and out spilled dozens of Stormtroopers, blasters ready. Mercilessly people were being shot down where the stood, some tried to run away. Then out stepped a figure clad all in black, with a strong presence surrounding him. His power in the force rolling off him in waves. An old man from the village was brought before him, I was too far away to hear what was being said, but it was clear the man in black did not like what was said, as the flash of his red lightsaber cut through the old man. At that moment a blaster fired, but never hit its target. With a swift move of his hand the man halted the blast midair with the force. I watched as a pilot that had been staying in the village was brought before him and searched. My curiosity was peaked, I needed to know more about this man in black. I lept from my hiding place, outstretching my arms as I shouted, "Wait, take me instead!" The expressionless mask the man wore jerked towards me. The storm troopers raised their blasters but he motioned for them to stand at ease. I pushed the force towards the man, hoping if he hadn't already noticed that I too was force sensitive. I glanced over at the pilot, a look of confusion on his face, then back at the mask. A moment ticked by before he uttered in an altered mechanical tone,
"Bring them both aboard the ship." I watched him carefully as he turned around and entered the ship. I was pushed in line behind the pilot, and tried not to listen to the sound of blaster fire as the village was order to be exterminated.
I was taken into an interrogation room and strapped onto a chair with leg and hand cuffs. I didn't fight during entire process but merely waited patiently for the masked man to arrive. After an indiscernible amount of time the doors to the cell whooshed open and in stalked the man, cape blowing behind him. No doubt he had just been with the pilot, finding out whatever information he was looking for back on Jakku. He approached me, and spoke through the filter of his mask, "Just who are you?" I squinted my eyes at the mask in front of me.
"I'll tell you if I can speak you and not a mask." There was a brief pause, possibly him contemplating whether he should indulge me or not, before he pressed some buttons and removed the mask. Onyx hair fell in waves, framing a freckled, yet stern face. "There we go, that's much better." I said examining his features. "My name is Mia." He got closer to my face.
"Why did you try to save that pilots life?" He asked. I chuckled, something that he did not find amusing, judging by the look on his face.
"I didn't want to save him," He looked briefly confused, "I sensed you in the force and couldn't pass up the opportunity to talk to you, even if it has to be as your prisoner. What I did seemed like the only way to get aboard without being shot on sight." He took a step back.
"Do you even know who I am?" He asked defiantly. I tilted my head, looking him up and down.
"Given the attire, and the fact that you're leading around a bunch of First Order troops, I'd imagine you're in infamous Kylo Ren I've heard talk of, am I correct?" He huffed, and nodded in response.
"So why do you want to talk to me so badly, that you'd let yourself become my prisoner?" He asked, and I could feel him begin to attempt to enter my mind.
"Your presence is strong in the force, and I felt a deep seeded conflict emanating from you." A flash of anger appeared in his eyes, and I felt his mind probe intensify, he was searching for more information than what I was giving him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He ignored me and continued to search my mind, looking for any connections I might have to the resistance. He started going too far back into my memories for my liking. "Alright, that's enough." I pushed back violently with the force, turning the mind probe back on him. He tried to block me out, but I pushed right past him, seeing him lament over choices he's made and his weaknesses. I stopped, not wanting to invade his mind the way he had mine. He stood there stunned, mouth agape. "I told you not to do that." I reminded him. I didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking at that moment. "I'm a lot stronger than you think I am Kylo Ren." I paused, "But, I'm not here to fight you. The conflict I felt in you, between the dark and the light, I want to tell you it doesn't have to be one side or the other." He stared at me, his composure returning.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, breath ragged. I looked in straight in the eyes and said,
"There are more force users besides the Jedi and the First Order, and not all of them believe in the light and dark side. I'm one of those people. I find value in parts of the force that come from the light and the dark. I want to tell you that there doesn't have to be an internal struggle to pick one side or the other. I wanted to talk to you because you're the same as me Kylo Ren, you live in the grey." His lips formed a hard line, but I could see many emotions crossing behind his eyes. In a more lighthearted tone I added, "By the way, it would be wonderful if you would remove these restraints. I came here because I wanted to, it's not like I'm going to try to escape." I smiled up a him, but received a scowl in return.
"You will be kept in here under armed guard until further notice." He seethed, and with that he replaced his helmet and left. A moment later two Stormtrooper entered and stood watch by the door. I looked at the for a few minutes before asking,
"Do you know any songs?" Their helmets turned. The trooper on the left spoke first,
"Excuse me?" I repeated what I said and this time the trooper on the right answered,
"I know a few songs." The left trooper turned to face his companion and scolded him for talking. There was bickering for a few second then silence. I stared at the two, biting my lip. The left trooper kept his helmet facing me, clearly on alert. I stared back at him.
"You will sing along with us." I said in his direction. He shifted in his spot before repeating my statement. The trooper on the right raised his blaster. I smiled at him, "It's ok, I just want the party pooper to have some fun." He held his blaster at the ready staring at me, wondering what to do.
The doors to the room whooshed open and in walked Kylo Ren. He stopped immediately upon the spectacle before him. The two storm trooper he had stationed in the room were swaying to and fro, singing folks songs form a planet he'd never heard of. He looked up and set his eyes on me. I stopped singing, as did the troopers when he rushed towards me, rage filling his voice. "What is going on in here?!" He roared. I smiled at him.
"You were gone awhile and I got bored." He gestured to the men behind him,
"So you start a sing along with my men?" I nodded yes and added,
"Please don't reprimand them, they had no choice, I used the Jedi Mind trick on them." He loomed over me for what seemed like eternity before dismissing the soldiers. I managed to sneak in a wink to the right storm trooper before he left. I could feel the rage coming of the man in front of me, and it was there before he entered the door. "Something's wrong, "I tilted my head to look up at him. "Is it the other prisoner?" He said nothing. "Did he escape?" I prodded. He spat out a response.
"The prisoner escaped with the aid of a traitorous Stormtrooper." I looked at him, and made a disappointed face.
"And they didn't even try to save me, how rude." I feigned being hurt. His hand shot out, unlocking my restraints with the force. I looked at him genuinely shocked. "Are you letting me go?" I asked. He turned around, and his voice sounded in my head, Follow me. I hopped down from the chair and did as he commanded, following him out of the room and into the hall. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"I cannot trust you with guard, and it's pointless to keep you in the interrogation room, so you will be kept in my room, where I can keep an eye on you." I smirked up at the back of his head.
"So we're going to be roommates?" I said slyly. Without turning around, he answered me in my mind. No, you will be kept as my servant until further orders are given as to what is to be done about you. I shot him a dirty look. "Well that's no fun." We arrived at his room, and it was surprisingly neat, although empty might be a better word, there was scarcely anything on the shelves and nothing but a table with two chairs, and a separate lounge chair of to the side. I could see a separate room, up a few stairs which must be his bedroom.
"You will sleep out here, I don't care where. There are facilities connected to my bedroom. If you need to use them, hat I the only time you may enter my room unless I tell you otherwise." I walked over to the lounge chair, inspecting it.
"Well, it has to be better than sleeping on sand." He left me, and entered his room, I sat down on the chair and after a few minutes the lights dimmed and I assumed that was my cue to go to bed. I cured up awkwardly on the chair and attempted to fall asleep.
I awoke in the dark with the desperate need to use the facilities. Squinting into the poorly lit room I sleepily made my way up the stairs and into his bedroom. I saw a large mass under the sheets, gently rise and fall. Good he was asleep. I quietly made my way across the cold floor to the bathroom. I used it as quick as possible and was about the exit his room when I heard a muffled groan. I turned to the bed. By this point my eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could make out his face, contorted in pain. Curious I walked over and knelt by his bed. Luckily he was in a deep sleep and my actions didn't wake him. As gently as I could, I looked into his mind to see what was tormenting him so. Vivid thoughts of weakness, worthlessness, and general questioning of his purpose came flooding into my mind. I retracted myself from his mind and stared pitifully at the broken man in front of me. Despicable may he be; he is still human. I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his forehead and murmured, "Sleep peacefully." He twitched, then his face softened and his breathing steadied. I smiled in accomplishment and returned to the other room for attempt number two at sleeping in that chair.