trashlady: i tried not to do this, but i am trash. it's in my name.
For the record, Doctor Meliriava Sotz never sympathized with the First Order. To be fair, though, she also never sympathized with the New Republic, and by extension, the Resistance.
She would never say that she had been taken from her home, like the legions of Stormtroopers she watched scurry around Starkiller Base- she preferred terms like "conscripted" and "shanghaied" to describe the beginning of her enlistment. She was replaceable, but not immediately so, so she watched her step- barely. She did her job, providing the First Order just as much data and research as she did sarcasm and lip.
Dr. Sotz breathed in the sharp, cold air of Starkiller Base's atmosphere, sitting on one of the many balcony-like overwatches and watching neat lines of Stormtroopers march to and fro on the platforms below. Vastly indifferent towards anything that wasn't her work, she never bothered much to learn about any of the white-armored soldiers, even the six assigned as her "personal guard" (a glamour title, really, as she knew well enough that their purpose was to keep her from fleeing into the night). She watched the perfect lines suddenly separate, in perfect step, as a storming black figure stomped through the center of the trooper-lined platform. The sight of Kylo Ren hurriedly and angrily traipsing through Starkiller Base was not an uncommon one- almost as common as the sight of his temper, which apparently flared easily. In the officer's dining chambers, Dr Sotz often heard stony-faced commanders and captains growl lowly about what new things had been damaged that day by the black knight and his red saber. She considered herself fortunate that Ren had no need to visit the research and development laboratories, placing her expensive and precious machines at risk.
A small chill ran through her spine- something other than the cold, snow-filled air. On the platform below, the dark figure that was the Knight of Ren stopped in his tracks, most certainly frightening the Stormtroopers closest to him along the platform's edges. Slowly he turned, black robes billowing softly in the chilly breeze, and the smooth black metal of his mask lifted up menacingly to stare right at… oh, god, right at her. Surprise won the battle over her normal apathy, and her kohl-rimmed grey eyes stared back widely. She could see a few confused Stormtroopers follow the mask's gaze and looked up at her also. No, no, this would not do, she thought to herself, forcing her rational apathy back into her mind. Unable to break the gaze, she carefully slunk backwards towards the door. As soon as she was inside, she hurriedly fled to the sanctuary of her laboratory.
The cold room was dark and empty when she returned. Her research team must have gone to lunch, or something. She flipped the lights on, breathing in the sterile air that was so comforting to her. Her well-worn equipment lined the long table- vortex shakers, centrifuges, pipettes of varying channels and sizes. Many different machines, each with unique and specific functions, whirred softly. Exhaling softly, Meliriava ran a hand gently over the nearest one, comforted by the faint sound of electricity running through its hardware. She walked over to one of the large freezers along the wall, opening it and closing her eyes momentarily as the even colder air washed over her. The neat organization of the reagents inside was as soothing as everything else in the lab, and she was proud of the great pains she took to maintain an effective and comprehensive storage system. Closing the door, she pressed her back against it, letting the stillness of her kingdom wash over her. Here, she was truly at peace.
trashlady: oooh kylo ren spoooooky