AN: The excitement of the new film is overwhelming so I decided to start a short story focused on Kylo Ren and his possible connection to Rey and Finn. An image surfaced earlier this year of him possibly wearing an X-Wing pilot suit. It was my inspiration for this fic. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Best regards.

It was far colder than usual, not a single warm-blooded creature could be seen for miles on end. The wind howled an eerie melody as the snow fell intensely, proving to be blinding at times. Silence was a welcome companion when all else appeared so very hostile in the distance. The temperature could drop within mere seconds at dusk, without the correct gear one would perish. Those who dared to venture here were either brought against their will, or had a death sentence to fulfill. In a way, it was calming. A sanctuary unlike any other before it.

Heavy footfall pierced through the winter storm. A cloaked figure, dark as obsidian moved in and out of various shadows cast by nearby trees. With hardly any source of light the explorer would go unnoticed if not for the shifting of fabric. This individual was no stranger to the dangerous terrain, effortlessly carving into the thick snowfall yet leaving little to no trace behind. The force of the blizzard like conditions began to mercilessly pummel all in its path. Soon the top part of the heavy cloak is pushed back revealing a young man with purpose and determination etched into his features.

The dark prince of the First Order, Kylo Ren. Even without the recognizable helmet the garments alone told a story all their own. In times where he would rather not draw attention the mask was left behind. His expression then turned emotionless as he once again donned the black robe, concealing his face. Long strands of hair whipped around before they were quickly tucked aside. Minutes turned into hours and despite having traveled so far, it seemed as if all was for not. The ever present frustration weighed down on him and almost appeared to alter the surrounding atmosphere, a bleak and empty feeling.

A shrill beeping is heard; he reaches down to his belt and lifts up a small disc. After a few flickers and faint murmuring a glowing hologram comes into focus.

"Phasma…" He mouths with slight disdain. The title of 'Captain' is dropped by sheer association. Their interactions at times were more out of obligation than anything else. Despite being in nearly the same rank there was still much to learn of her intentions. He had a mission to carry out, letting anyone get too close was a risk he refused to take.

"Kylo Ren, we have indefinitely discovered at least one confirmed location of a base belonging to the Resistance." Her voice was rigid, void of any enthusiasm.

Another base? They had only managed to uncover one so far but it was revealed to be a worthless and abandoned decoy. With the use of brutal force he yearned to make the Resistance tell him everything and in turn reunite him with a certain relic, an item that has been lost for decades.

"This is tantalizing information,…should I send out a squadron?" The tone is his voice had wavered, hinting at the anticipation. Unprofessional.

"That won't be necessary; I was thinking of…a more intimate approach. You will observe this location yourself." She enjoyed toying with him. He could be so arrogant if left to his own devices. Once in a while these situations would present themselves, leaving her to have the upper hand.

It was moments such as these he wished that he was not unmasked. The annoyance he felt was hidden for only an instant, before it all became transparent. He had yet to work on keeping a firm grasp on his composure.

"This was not cleared by me, why do you assume-" He started before being promptly interrupted.

She raised her hand in a taunting manner.

"I spoke to supreme leader Snoke earlier. He happened to find the idea to be rather clever. However, if you would like I can voice your disapproval." An audible chuckle could be heard in the background. Hux.

This woman knew no boundaries, how dare she openly mock him. He was irked to say the least at this turn of events. Still, he now had no say in the matter. Any sort of complaint would undoubtedly mean banishment, even termination. He hated the vulnerability, the weakness. This was how it had to be, that is until he assumed his new position.

With a nod and a smirk carefully protected behind her signature chrome armor she then disappeared. Her part had been played, now all that was left was the next piece in the puzzle.

Clenching gloved fists he looked upward to his personal command shuttle, arriving at its scheduled time. Tomorrow will prove to be interesting to say the least.

Then again…if he could somehow in fact be accepted into the base as one of them, gain their trust, there would be no telling what discoveries awaited him. Destroy them from the inside.

He quietly stepped into the shuttle, taking his place at the helm. His mind already calculating, already planning.