AN: Welcome to Calamity! This is a sequel to my work Calm, which I strongly recommend you read first to get context of this future universe and the original characters. Hope you enjoy!

Heavy, throbbing music vibrated through Kylo as he scanned the crowd. Members of more species than he was even aware existed thrashed and jumped in a hypnotic dance under the flashing, multi-colored lights. Kylo was sure if he had been as intoxicated as nearly everyone else, he would not have noticed the smell of spilled substances mixed with sweat and whatever the green-skinned being was secreting near the edge of the crowd.

A young human woman flitted near him, her brunette hair done in intricate braids. Sweat wore at the glitter and face paint, and a black dress fitted to her chest and torso before flaring out from her hips. A tall Cerean touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear, and she swayed slightly as if she had drunk too much. As she passed, Kylo caught her low voice through the Force, "Dance? Yeah. You look more fun than the weird tall guy in the corner."

The thought of joining in the crowd almost made Kylo want to stab himself with the lightsaber concealed in his jacket. He sucked in a deep breath and failed to ignore the smell of the room as he stepped away from the condensation-covered wall. He slipped into the pulsating jumble of beings, his entire body vibrating with the beat of the music. The beings around him moved out of his way with the music until a group of women converged on him.

One, a Twi'lek with deep blue skin, pressed a disposable cup into his hand and ran her small hand over his arm. "You look like you could loosen up."

Kylo held a hand up, silently cursing himself for not wearing gloves. He had no desire to loosen up, much less with a Twi'lek. "I don't – "

"Play with us!" One of the human women tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and danced up close to him. "We help a lot of security guards have a little fun."

An orange hand knocked the cup out of Kylo's hand, spilling the alcohol that was probably laced with illegal substances over his boots. A Togruta with paint over his montrals and lekku raised his brow at Kylo. "If you can't have fun with these ladies, I'll take over."

The women giggled, and the Twi'lek pressed up against the Togruta. Kylo leaned down slightly as he moved away to catch a whisper, "Hidden entrance in the corner."

Kylo brushed his hand over the Togruta's back lekku and ran his newly paint-covered hand through his hair, letting the paint stick to part of his face. He melded back into the shadows of the wall and made his way to the corner.

A young woman leaned against the wall, twisting the colorful scarf that covered her head around her index finger. The black markings that accented her green skin reflected different colors off the flashing lights and wrinkled as she smiled at the Trandoshan leaning in front of her. She reached out and touched his arm, running her hand over his bare orange skin gently. He said something in a low, gruff voice, and she hung onto his arm as they retreated into the corner. The lights of the dance floor blared bright with the music, and the wall slid open as a narrow door. Kylo raced forward, slipping through the entrance behind the Trandoshan and Mirialan.

Although the lights were dim, Kylo blinked rapidly to adjust from the flashing multi-colored lights from the other room. He slipped into a corner, pulling the Force around him to make any beings think he was a shadow. A hall lay to his right, and Kylo watched the Mirialan disappear through one of the many curtains that dotted the hall. He cast out with the Force, feeling above the mass of people in the club the beacons of four other Force-sensitives in the building. He slipped a hand into his jacket and wrapped his hand around the hilt of his lightsaber. The Force prickled around him as he pushed back the third curtain, and he froze.

The Trandoshan held a blaster to the Mirialan's head, who stared at the wide, orange face with a terrified expression. A human man sat on a deep purple couch, his legs crossed as he sipped from a glass. A smile that did not reach his eyes dimpled his copper skin. He set the glass on the wooden table in front of him and gestured for Kylo to sit. "Now, you didn't expect me not to notice when a person so notorious enters my club, did you, Master Kylo Ren? Although I must admit, the paint in your hair is a nice touch." He waved a hand lazily, and a young female Twi'lek dressed in expensive clothes moved forward to refill the glass with a bottle clutched in her green hands. "Can I offer you some Port of Storm?"

Kylo eyed the dark wood of the table. Such material was rare on Coruscant since the planet was almost entirely a city. It would have been imported from a woody planet like Kashyyyk, which would have cost more than the reasonable amount for a simple table. "You didn't expect to run criminal operations without the Jedi noticing, did you, Karsted Vanis?"

Vanis raised an eyebrow and picked up his glass again. "I thought that was Coruscant law enforcement's job, not yours. None of my employees are carrying glowing swords."

"No, but you are using the Force to manipulate people such as this young woman into slavery." Kylo gestured to the Mirialan, whose lower lip quivered as her eyes darted to Vanis and back to the Trandoshan.

Vanis scoffed and took a drink. "The Force? I thought you being the expert on all things mystical would know that anybody who can use it would be in your little group, not running a humble night club."

Kylo took a step closer to Vanis, pulling the saber hilt out of his jacket. "Some go undetected, especially with that pesky war a few years ago. Now, I'm sure the Senate security committee would be very interested to know what you've been doing, and you know how well they receive Force sensitives. So, come with me quietly, and I'll be sure this remains a solely a Jedi matter."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ren, but if you try anything, I'll be sure that my friends in the Senate – and I have many – conduct more inquiries into how you're influencing, living with those new Jedi." Vanis ran a finger over the rim of the glass. "Or perhaps they'd be interested to know how often you go to see the little Padawan that fell?"

Kylo raised an eyebrow and took another step to tower over Vanis even with the table between them. "The Senate has learned to back away from my private life. They are perfectly aware of our arrangements. I suggest you take my offer before you make a mistake with me because of your inexperience in the Force."

Vanis uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "Then I propose a counteroffer. I move my operations to the Outer Rim, and you get the girls I recruited this month, including this pretty one." He nodded to the trembling Mirialan with a hungry look that made a dormant anger in Kylo's stomach burn. "We'll stay out of your way, and you stay out of mine. Everyone's happy."

Kylo tightened his grip on his saber. A part of him that spoke in Rey's voice said not to ignite it, or he would not use it just to intimidate. "I'm afraid I didn't give you the opportunity of a counteroffer. Now, tell your employee to lower the blaster and come with me."

Vanis gave a long sigh and handed his glass to the Twi'lek. "I'm sorry that you can't be more reasonable, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised knowing your reputation. Perhaps if you see how serious I am?"

He flicked a finger toward the Trandoshan, and the Force screamed around Kylo. He turned as if in slow motion to see the orange finger squeeze the trigger. The Mirialan moved faster. Her hand disappeared into her dress for a split second before a blue lightsaber deflected the blaster bolt. It hit the Trandoshan's thick leg, and he went to the floor with a howl. All traces of the scared young woman were gone as she held the humming saber over the scaled head.

Kylo ignited his own saber, the thrill of an impending fight thrumming through his body and pushing down the anger. "I'm afraid Teela's already with me."

Vanis hesitated, the light of the blue and purple sabers reflecting in his dark eyes darting between them. The Force's scream heightened into a shriek, and Kylo shoved his hand out. Teela fell several meters to collapse next to the low couch in time to miss the wooden shards of the table as it ripped apart.

Kylo flew backwards from the force of the exploding table, hitting the Trandoshan on his way down. Sharp pains shot through his chest and stomach. He pulled himself to his knees, watching Teela take off after Vanis. His hand slipped in something wet, and he looked down to see two pieces of the table lodged in the right side of his stomach and chest. Blood glistened on his dark clothes, but the shards were not big. He pulled on the Force within him and wrapped it around the wounds to contain the pain before he held out his hand for his lightsaber.

He ran in the direction Teela had gone, igniting his blade as he saw her blocking shots from several other Trandoshans that stood in a line to block the hall. Some of the blaster fire turned toward him, and he lifted his arm to deflect the bolts back toward their attackers.

Vanis neared a door at the end of the hall and looked back, catching Kylo's eye with an arrogant smirk. The door slid to the side, and the man nearly ran into the young woman with intricately braided hair and glitter on her face. She leaned against the doorframe, casually flipping a crossguarded lightsaber hilt in the air. "Karsted Vanis. I'm Jessika. I think you met my master already?"

Vanis backed away so fast that he almost tripped over his own feet. He turned into another curtained room that must have contained another exit because he backed out as quickly as he entered. The Togruta with paint decorating his lekku stepped out after him. He smiled, flashing white teeth against orange-red skin. "Should've taken our master's advice, or at least learned to use the Force properly."

The Trandoshans turned, each aiming their blasters at one of the four Jedi. Kylo raised his hand, and the weapons rose with it and crunched as he closed his fist. He ignored the sharp pain the movement caused in his chest and pulled the Force tighter around the wound. "Sonzy, the cuffs."

The Togruta pulled a pair of glowing cuffs from his loose pants. Vanis shook his head and glared at Sonzy, and Kylo felt the Force grow heavy in the air. "You don't want to do that."

Sonzy shrugged and locked one cuff around Vanis's wrist. "I kind of think I do. See, I've been trained by the best in the galaxy, so amateur mind tricks don't work." He attached the other cuff. "And we'll be able to help the girls you manipulated, too."

Vanis snarled and tugged at the cuffs, looking to his Trandoshans. "Do something!"

None of the orange beings moved, and they could not even if they wanted, for Teela and Jessika both had their hands raised to freeze their limbs. Jessika looked over her shoulder and smiled. Blinking yellow lights reflected off the glitter on her face. "Right this way."

Members of Coruscant's law enforcement dressed in sharp black uniforms flooded inside, aiming their blasters at Vanis and the guards before lowering them. One nodded to Kylo as he placed cuffs on one of the Trandoshans. "Been trying to get this scum for a while. We should work together more often."

Kylo gave a short laugh, ignoring the pain the noise caused in his chest. "We just don't want the Force being used in such a… vile way."

"You and me both. Thanks for the help." The officer glanced back at Kylo and gestured to his chest. "You should get a med droid to look at that."

"I'll be fine." Kylo frowned at Vanis, who howled various profanities in several languages at the officers as they dragged him toward the door. "Make sure he's behind a Force shield. He's adept at mind tricks."

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes still on the shard in Kylo's chest. "I wouldn't let any of my officers back in the field like that until they had a good soak in bacta." An odd black spot appeared in Kylo's vision, and he blinked them away as the officer pulled the still-frozen Trandoshan to the door. "Good night, Master Jedi."

The other Trandoshans and a struggling Vanis were quickly cleared from the room. Jessika crossed the hall to Kylo and Teela, wiping some glitter from her face with the heel of her palm. "That officer was right, Master. Those don't look good."

Kylo resisted the urge to roll his eyes in front his students, and he took a few quick breaths. "I'm fine. I've been injured worse than this."

Teela studied his face. "You're using the Force to suppress the pain. Let go of it for a minute, and tell us it's still fine."

Kylo opened his mouth to argue but paused. Rey would certainly hear about his refusal, and he knew the pain would be manageable without strenuous movement. He let out a sigh and grimaced as he dropped his control over the Force around the two injuries. Almost immediately, his vision began to spin, and the black spots reappeared with a vengeance. He vaguely noticed his knees hit the floor and Sonzy's shout for help, but he became solely focused on getting enough air into his lungs.

" – too far – bacta – "

The pain in his chest flared white-hot as he coughed. A metallic taste in his mouth, and the black spots overtook his vision.

Rey rubbed the side of her chest absently as she stared at the broad form obscured in the tank. A breathing apparatus covered Kylo's mouth and nose, and a pair of pants that would have to be thrown out clung to his legs. In their haste to get him in the tank, the med droid and doctor had ripped off his jacket and shirt and dropped him in the tank, barely remembering to administer some sedative let alone take the rest of his clothes.

She never wanted to see the sickly red of blood around Kylo's lips again.

"Droid says he'll be fine." Poe clapped a hand on Rey's shoulder. "Probably'll need to sleep off the bacta for a day or two, but his vitals are improving."

Rey fiddled with the wedding band around her finger. "I was ready to go on the mission, but he insisted he go instead."

"Did you see the wound he took?" Poe tapped the glass of the tank at the level of Kylo's navel. A bright red wound marring his stomach matched the one that had pierced his right lung. "I'm sure he pointed this out this morning, but you can't take that kind of injury right now."

"I'm shorter than he is. That would've – "

"Hit you in the chest and probably killed you." Poe gave her a dry look. "And you know how he would react. That club would be in pieces. All those years of anger management ruined."

Rey felt herself smiling in spite of her anger toward Kylo. "I suppose I can forgive him. He did save Teela."

Poe grinned and nodded over her shoulder. Rey followed his gaze to Sonzy, Jessika, and Teela slumped together on a couch half asleep. "They could've handled it themselves."

Jessika's braids were half-undone, and her glitter had smudged onto Sonzy's right montral. Teela's colorful scarf partially draped over Jessika's lap. Rey let out a slow breath. "They're still children."

Poe gave a half smile. "In my mind, Jess is still the crying little girl in the remains of a city I helped destroy." He sighed softly. "But I have to remember that she – they – are Jedi. You've trained them well."

"Kylo trained them well." She looked back to the bacta tank and Kylo's gently floating form. The angry red of the wounds had faded to a dark pink. "I'm not sure what we'd do without him."

Kylo's eyelids felt heavy. He tried opening them, but they dropped back closed, his mind barely registering a shape silhouetted in light. He took a deep breath, letting his lungs expand to capacity without a trace of pain.

A hand ran through his hair, and he dragged his eyes open. He gave Rey a small smile as his eyes closed again, and he mumbled, "Hi."

"Never get your lung pierced again, Kylo Ren," Rey said softly. She poked his shoulder hard and went back to running her fingers through his hair. He sensed her annoyance, her fear, her relief.

He opened his eyes and found a sad smile on Rey's lips. He reached up with a heavy arm and intertwined his fingers in hers as he sat up slowly, leaning against the wall. "You know, you never told me not to get possessed again, but a measly lung?"

Rey rolled her eyes and lightly hit his arm. "Never do anything that requires hours in a bacta tank." She placed her free hand on the side of his face, running her thumb over his faded scar. "Don't scare me like that. I expected danger with Snoke, but not with some underground criminal who can barely use the Force."

Kylo brought his hand up to encircle hers and moved it down so that he could embrace his wife. "Occupational hazard, Rey." He kissed the top of her head. "I was more concerned about Teela, but I'll be more careful next time. I'm sorry I worried you." He pulled away from her and kissed her briefly, pressing his hand against the slight swell of her stomach. "How are you feeling?"

Rey smiled against his lips and brushed a piece of his dark hair from his forehead. "I should be asking you that."

"Tired, but I'm fairly sure that's from both of us." Rey laughed softly and nodded, resting her head against Kylo's shoulder. He pulled her close, rubbing his thumb over her hand. "The Padawans?"

"They're just fine. Worried about you, but they did their jobs well to get you help." Rey traced a random pattern on his leg, and her voice lowered to a whisper. "You were so pale."

Kylo rested his head on Rey's, his eyes drifting closed again. "I'm right here."