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"Where is she?"
"Sir the Supreme Leader . . ."
The unfortunate trooper goes crashing into the wall. A shadow passes over him as his armour plunged into darkness and Kylo Ren towers above him like an avenging angel.
"He's going to kill you?" He kneels Down and the metallic voice brushes over, freezing the solider. "FN-356, I've been away a long time. I'm angry. I'm unstable. And now to add insult to injury, I cannot find my wife. If I don't find her in the next few minutes, I'm going to start slicing something. And right now, that something is you. Understand."
"She . . ." The trooper winces. "She's on the bridge. . . she . . ."
He's already gone, his footsteps thudding across the corridors, echoing in the silence. To her. To the one he should never have left behind, but did.
"Onar! Onar!"
"Shut her up."
"Onar I'm sorry . . ." Her head hangs. "I'm sorry . . ."
"Dose her up for goodness sake!"
Her throat is raw from yelling, her legs are shaking. It feels like she's drowning in sweat. The bucket she keeps throwing up in hasn't been emptied and the wires are prodding her skin but she can feel them sliding about. Onar. Everything for Onar. He's all she's got left, the memory of those dead, like her beloved brother.
"Doctor . . ." There he is. The filthy swine who keeps upping the dose whenever she back talks. And she's been doing a lot of that. "If I add anymore to the mixture, she could die."
"What's wrong doc?" the princess laughs weakly. "Have you ran out of things to do with me?"
"You don't have to die for me to hurt you little girl." Oh how she hates him. She tried to choke him a couple of times. More than a couple. But the drugs make it hard to think. Hard to touch the Force. She feels Him. Nothing else. "Your husband isn't here to save you now. You belong to the First Order and your power is nothing but a tool."
"To do what?"
"You know . . ." He adjusts his spectacle, eyeing her up like a piece of meat as he steps forward, grabbing her chin. "It's such a shame that such beauty should go to waste . . ."
One minute he's talking, the next his eyes are close to popping in their sockets. He snatches at his throat. "Ah . . ." Tightens. She flinches as a crack echoes through the room. The next, every person in her little white prison is dead.
When he comes out of the darkness, she thinks she is dreaming. A thousand questions. A thousand things left unsaid.
"You . . ." She'd cry if she wasn't so dehydrated.
He draws the helmet from his face to reveal the eyes of Kylo Ren. Sometimes brown. Sometimes green, like the grass back at home. And now filled with tears. She's drinking in every detail she can as he releases the bonds on her hands and legs, drawing her into his arms.
"You . . ."
"I'm getting you out of here," he promises. "I swear it, if it's the last thing I do. I won't let him harm you again."
"I thought you'd left me . . ."
They turn a corridor. "I went to a dark place my love. But necessary. But I'm here now, and this will never happen again."
She's so tired. "Promise?"
He looks down at her and smiles softly. "I promise."