Everything was quiet on the ship apart from the occasional stomp of the Stormtroopers. Even the engines thrummed gently. It was concerning. The First Order is never this quiet. A lone female officer walked down the matt dark grey corridors, the white artificial lights adding to her nervousness. Damn you, Organa, she cursed under her breath. Damn you for practically blackmailing me into this job.
The uniform, a dark blue pencil skirt with a matching jacket of an engineering officer was pressed to perfection due to the ironing machines and her mahogony hair tightly coiled into a bun but it was too stuffy for her liking. Just like the whole bloody Order. It was a this point she felt him.
She knew that dreadful aura anywhere. She cursed silently and stripped down to here black shorts and top, dumping the uniform in a corner, saying screw it to the whole 'blend in' in the process. He was getting closer, to close for her comfort. A quick scan of the obsidian corridor and there was no open exit; the vents and doors were fully sealed. He was near, practically turning around the corner at the end of the corridor. Pure primal instincts kicked in and she took off, sprinting as if her life depended on it and taking in the fact she's pissed of the Order quite a lot lately (thanks Resistance), it did. He had made his way around the corner and guessing from the strong wave of anger, annoyance and something else (was that pleasure?), he had spotted he. She stopped at a T-junction and turned to face this masked maniac, Kylo Ren. A rhythmic stomping of Stormtroopers from the remaining clear corridors signalled that she was surrounded and ultimately, screwed completely.
The stomping stopped right beside her as two squadrons of Troopers aimed their blasters at her. She had no weapon on her thanks to the stuffy uniform so her chance of escaping was practically in the negatives even with Lord Ren staring her down through that stupid metallic mask of his.
"Get on your knees, hands behind your head," ordered one of the troopers but her stubbornness (and pride) got the better of her.
"You will allow me to have some dignity by not handcuffing me. I will go quietly and obediently," her voice did not waver through that command. A few heartbeats passed before the commanding Stormtrooper answered.
"We will allow you to have dignity by not handcuffing you," but even though they 'said' they would allow her some dignity two Troopers grabbed her by the upper arm and brought her closer to Snoke's 'pet'. Kriff, she was stupid by using her limited powers of the Force in front of, probably, the most powerful and sadistic Force user in the whole galaxy, after Luke Skywalker and Supreme Leader Snoke of course. Kylo Ren waves away the rest of the squadrons, leaving the two who are restraining this… scum.
"You are weak with the Force," stated the master of the Knights of Ren causing a scoff to come out of this lowlife's mouth.
"I sneak onto the Finaliser, your ship, not in First Order uniform and sprinted when I saw you and yet you state that I'm 'weak with the Force'," she mocked his voice, you seriously need to get your priorities sort…" she didn't finish as her knees were forced down onto the floor, her hands wrapped around her kneel and head bent as she gasped for breath.
Ren had his hand clasped slightly as he focused his energy onto choking her but as he studied her pitiful pose, he noticed a mark on the back of her neck, just below the hairline; it was a faded circle with a horizontal line through the centre and a serial number below, V-392801. Ah, an ex-slave girl, possible a sex slave?. She'll be of some… use, then. He smirked behind his mask and released her, smirking even more as she gasped and choked as if she nearly drowned.
"Take her to a cell, preferably drugged heavily," and with that he turned his back and walked away with his cloak billowing behind him, towards his quarters. He knew for a fact she won't try that Force trick again thanks to how weak he had made her and trusted, no matter how thick they were, that the Troopers would carry out his orders to the very last letter.
Her weakened state made it harder for the pair of Stormtroopers to haul her up to her feet so instead, they hauled her with her toes dragging against the floor towards an elevator and then to a sealed cell, passing squadrons or officers stopping for them unless they had more important duties then waiting for two low ranking Troopers and a rat like her. She was practically thrown into the dark cell and a hovering bot came in, with a very large needle filled with a green liquid. She tried to scramble back into a corner however she was still recovering and the large needle was pressed into her forearm, right where handprints where thanks to the Troopers, making it more painful as the drug was injected into her bloodstream and the world grew even darker than it already was.