Kylo Ren wants nothing more than the droid that holds the map to Luke Skywalker, the last Jedi. Ren intends to find Skywalker and destroy the final Jedi himself. When he later discovers there are more Force-Sensatives to surface, he is pleased to have followed the hunch so many years ago to keep an individual hidden on the Star Destroyer. KyloRenxOC
Terribly sorry about the vague description, but I didn't want to give much more away. A little disclaimer: I didn't come up with quite a bit of the story line, as it follows the Force Awakens. This fanfic begins with a scene from the Force Awakens to help the reader (that's you!) know where in the time line this story takes place. I'm a fairly new Star Wars fan, so constructive criticism is much appreciated.
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BETWIXT: be·twixt (biˈtwikst) - preposition & adverb. Definition: neither the one nor the other; in a middle or unresolved position
General Hux and Kylo Ren walked the length of the bridge inside the Star Destroyer. "Supreme Leader Snoke was explicit. Capture the droid if we can, but destroy it if we must." General Hux said, head held high.
"How capable are your soldiers, General?" Kylo Ren asked a mocking tone showing regardless of the mechanical tone through the mask he wore. Hux scoffed, "I won't have you question my methods." He retorted.
"They're obviously skilled at committing high treason," Ren continued, "Perhaps Leader Snoke should consider using a clone army." He suggested.
General Hux raised his head even higher at Ren, "My men are exceptionally trained, programmed from birth."
"Then they should have no problem retrieving the droid." Kylo Ren said back, "Unharmed." He stressed.
"Careful, Ren," The General said, this time the mocking tone coming from him, "That your 'personal interests' not interfere with orders from Leader Snoke."
Kylo Ren felt the frustration and annoyance only build up, "I want that map." He bellowed, "For your sake, I suggest you get it." He threatened, as he turned sharply and marched away in his usual fashion. Hux felt hate for Ren. The feeling was very mutual.
As usual, her slumber was anything other than rejuvenating. Usually, her dreams were as vivid as reality was, which was exhausting. It seemed almost every time she would be having a somewhat uplifting dream, it was disturbed by the usual presence. A figure cloaked in black, who would always taint the escape of the dream and turn it into a prison. It would always be that being to put an end to any sort of dream that seemed to be flowing comfortably.
She would try and close her eyes or turn away to ignore it. Sometimes she would yell at it in frustration, in which case it would only stare back at her as she felt frozen in spot, until she was awoken in real life. She hated that thing could control her from escaping. It never spoke words; it only appeared and distorted her once untroubled dream. Every night. Some nights she would get further into a dream without interruption, other times it was there before she could even begin to dream without it being there.
Luckily, she was woken by the metal door sliding open. The lights lining her quarters flickered on.
"Your training session will begin shortly" The storm trooper rehearsed, as same as every time she was pulled out of her sleep. Many times she was thankful for the trooper waking her.
She sat up in her rather simple bed, feeling annoyance consume her, although she was relieved to be away from the phantom that haunted her in her sleep. She wondered if it was possible to one day she would have a sleep that was tranquil.
The quarters she stayed included a small room with a bed, small closet, table and chair, and through another door, a private lavatory area. The quarters were nothing special, but certainly better than the conditions she endured the very few times she didn't follow instructions.
Making her way to the mirror in the lavatory, she pulled her long silver hair up, wrapping it around and pinning it into a bun. In small attempt to cool the annoyance growing in her, she took in a deep breath, slamming the hair brush down on the counter on her way out of the lavatory. She quickly paced her way back into the small room.
She changed into her training robes at her small closet, and slid her training boots and gloves on. The troopers stood inside the room, the sliding metal door open.
Walking up to the two storm troopers waiting inside her quarters, they followed her out, upon exiting, stood another two. The walk to the training area wasn't far, but as anywhere she went, there were always troopers to escort.
The walk to where she spent the majority of the time was short; she always peeked around to see if she would see anything new. The odd time, a door in the hallway would be open, and she would see more troopers or a droid.
In the large room they arrived at the beginning of each day, there was plenty of equipment to work with.
She grabbed a large wood staff and began practicing defense against training droids.
A constant in her routine seemed to be spending a lot of time trying to beat her best time at the obstacle course, when she would set a new record there would never be reward except the reward she felt for herself.
She spent the time awake, training until someone claimed otherwise. It was never anything out of normal, either a meal break or back to the sleeping quarters.
The exercise had helped subside the feeling of annoyance that had hung over her at the beginning of the day.
When she was escorted back to her room at the end of her training, there was a hot dinner waiting on a metal pan. She rinsed herself off in her private lavatory and changed into clean robes. As she was dressing, she noticed new bruises.
Walking back into the small room, she ignored the (now cold) food on the dish on the table, and walked over to the far corner. She sat down, crossed her legs and took a heavy breath in.
At times where anger or annoyance took over, she would pace around her small room, talking to herself to calm down. Sudden spikes of emotions where due to the solitary of her routine, she figured. Not any troopers would ever converse with her when she did try.
Whenever she was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, she found herself in the same corner of the room, crossed legs, fists touching at her chest.
Exhaling deep, inhaling deep, exhaling deep... inhaling deep...
Until she reached meditative state.
She didn't have anything else to do in her dull quarters, meditating was the one and only way for her to occupy herself.
She slipped into a deep state of meditation, escaping once again to somewhere that she had continuously dreamed about. She had much more control over her meditation visions, the presence that contaminated her sleep was never seen when she meditated.
Slipping into her place of complete tranquility, she finally felt she would get the rest her mentality needed so badly. It was a big, blue water hole, surrounded by lush, green foliage. Jumping into the crisp, clear water. When her body was submerged the feeling was euphoric. Sometimes she would lay on the rocks around the blue hole and just stay.
When her head felt level, and she was no longer in an unbalanced mind, she would come out of meditation, and lay on the bed, talking to herself until her eyes were too heavy to hold open anymore, in which she was prepared to face the restless slumber, and ruin her level mind.
If she could remember anything at all, it was only this routine.
On the bridge of the Star Destroyer, Kylo Ren reports to Lieutenant Mitaka to get a status report. The Lieutenant stares out across the star field, swallowing hard at the thought of delivering the news to Ren.
"Sir," He began, "We were unable to acquire the droid on Jakku," Ren turned to him, as he continued, "IT escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian TY model freighter..."
Ren finally spoke, relieving Mitaka the slightest, "The droid... stole a freighter?"
The Lieutenant cleared his throat, "Not exactly, sir, it had help." Ren didn't say anything, which says enough.
Mitaka felt a bead of sweat drop from his hairline and his heart rate increase, finally finding it in him to speak again, "We have no confirmation, but we believe FN-2187 may have been helped with the escape-" Lieutenant Mitaka was interrupted by the piercing sound of Ren's Lightsaber igniting. Mitaka, winces, listening to the destruction behind him.
The terrifying sounds of Ren's rage continued, as Mitaka found the courage to look up. The metal wall behind them was destroyed, with large glowing scars to display.
"Anything else?" Ren asked.
Mitaka wishes he didn't, "The two were accompanied by a girl." The Lieutenant suddenly felt a forceful pull and was lifted into Ren's gloved hand, "What girl?"
Her rest wasn't bothered by the presence, for once.
Instead, in the middle of her sleep, she woke up in a state of complete alarm. She was drenched in cold sweat as she sat up in her bed, gasping for air. She breathed quick, panicked breaths and her chest was tight with anxiety. This had never happened before.
She starred at the door to her right, wanting to go toward it for some kind of help, but her head was in too excruciating pain to see straight. Trying to gather her thoughts, she closed her eyes in effort to find the blue water hole, only to see visions of complete chaos. She tried to gain the sense of spiritual cleanse that submerging herself into the water gave her, but she only felt the disorder in her mind.
Breathe, She said in her mind, Breathe deeper.
Fighting the visions in her head was too difficult; she tried desperately to make them fade. Eventually, her quick breaths of panic slowly blended into longer, choppy gasps, she spent time pacing her breathing and clearing her mind before finally she found a normal breathing pattern.
She finally opened her eyes, her chest tight, though it was better than just before.
Her hands lifted up to her head and she collapsed backwards onto her bed in complete exhaustion.
She wasn't sure how long she had passed out for, but when she came to again, she got up and walked to the door, pressing her hand on the buzzer button beside it. It slid open and she was greeted by two troopers, "What's going on?" One of them asked her, stepping in front of her. She kept her arms crossed hastily in front of her, "I need a medical droid," she requested, "I am very ill."
The trooper stepped closer to her until she was back behind the door, and the door slid shut between them. She blinked in disbelief, and scrunched her face in anger, slamming her fist against the door.
She went back to the corner of the room and sat cross legged, but regardless of her efforts, couldn't slip into a state of meditation.
Her mind was in a place it had never been, the emotions were too strong this time and the physical pain definitely didn't help. She got up and quickly paced to the door again, pressing the buzzer. No response. She pressed it repeatedly, still nothing. She slammed her fists against the door in rage.
She felt her whole body get hot, her blood boiling. She backed away from the door, beads of sweat pouring off of her. She dragged her feet as she got further away from the door. Her vision wasn't holding up anymore. The further away she got from the door, the worse it was.
Normally, she would start pacing to calm herself, but she couldn't handle the pain and discomfort any longer. She turned back to the door and starred intensely at it, her head feeling as if it was going to explode. She felt a push behind her. When, suddenly, the door slid open.
She stared blankly in surprise, "Did I do that?" She whispered to herself, slowly walking up to the open doorway, peeking out each way down the hallway. She hastily stepped outside.
Starring down the left, where she was always escorted to the training facilities, she felt compelled to go to the right instead. She knew if she was caught it would be a world of trouble, but she couldn't stay confined in her quarters for any longer in the discomfort and distress she was in. Anything was better than being where she just was.
The further she got away, the better she felt. She was first walking briskly, but soon got carried away and began running. She followed the long, empty hallways down, following the push behind her almost telling her where to go.
She turned around a sharp corner of a hallway for her momentum of her run to come to a stop. She was face to face with four trooper guards. They stopped in their tracks and looked dumbfounded, not even raising their blasters. Almost by reflex, she exhaled, and found herself concentrating on them as she did the door, and felt a surge of power through her. The troopers slammed against the wall beside them, and fell to the ground.
She stood in complete shock, unable to believe what she had witnessed herself just do. Her body shaking, she grabbed one of their blasters from the ground and continued down the hallway, now in full sprint. She continued to follow the push and felt herself become more and more at ease.
The more she ran with the push, the better she felt. Suddenly, she was stopped in her tracks. Her hands opened from their clenches, and the blaster in her hand made a crash to the ground. Before she knew it, an arm wrapped around her chest. A hand grasped her head. The last of the pain went away in her head, and she slipped into darkness.
Kylo Ren stood in his quarters, starring out to the star field. His mind raced, more than usual. He was too distracted to even remember to torment her dreams. Anxiety consumed him as he attempted to develop a strategy to find the droid that held what he needed most.
He required guidance, to talk to Supreme Leader Snoke or, better yet, Grandfather he closed his eyes, reaching out, I need your guidance. I need to find the droid. His eyes shot open. He felt something. Inside of him. First, he figured it was Supreme Leader Snoke summoning him.
No.
This was much different.
He tossed the long, black material that draped around him out of his way as he made his way out of his quarters walking as fast as most would run.
He had hardly made it into the bridge when Lieutenant Mitaka cleared his throat turned to Ren, expecting him there,"Sir," Mitaka began, "It seems as though we have an escaped prisoner in section B488.."
Ren tried to hide his astonishment, but felt his body flinch. There was only one individual on section B488 of the Star Killer, and he knew exactly who it was. Suddenly he was completely aware of the feeling inside of him. He spun around and headed in the direction that the Force pulled him.
He went to section B488. It wasn't hard to find her; the feeling was burning as he approached closer. Finally, he caught up to her. Just as he was about to lift his hand and drag her towards him, they turned a corner and there were a group of troopers, who stood in complete fear. Ren could feel it pouring off of them.
He decided to watch, curious to see what she would do, his arm lowering from where it just was.
In no time, the feeling inside burned even harder. He was drenched underneath his robes, and he felt the power radiate off of her as the troopers were sent of their feet.
She scrambled to grab a blaster and continued running. He wanted to watch more, but felt it inside of him it was best to put an end. Surely Hux would already be upset about the four troopers she damaged; he couldn't help but get a sense of satisfaction of the idea of Hux getting upset.
He lifted his hand and stopped her in her tracks, the blaster falling to the ground. He put all of his energy together, feeling only the dark side. With the vision of dark in his mind and with exact precision he wrapped his right arm around her. He held his left hand up to her forehead, inducing her into unconsciousness.
As his hand had contacted her head, a surge of energy devoured him. The darkness had gone away and at last minute he had converted his mind away from it. The burning of the feeling was gone, but his being vibrated from the sheer energy between them. His knees buckled as he collapsed back onto the wall, barely holding onto her upper body as the rest of her was only a bit limper than he was.
He quickly composed himself as he stood upright, pulling her up with him. He was too dazed to understand what had happened. He saw light, and wasn't sure why.
It didn't take long for frustration to take over.
He threw her legs over his other arm and carried her to an empty interrogation room not far away. When he walked in, he set her on the metal table at the end of the room. He stared at her lifeless body, her face for once at ease as she slept. He stood still as he hesitated to call General Hux, or to report to Supreme Leader Snoke.
Instead, he felt the urge to look into her mind, so he followed it. He lifted his hand towards her forehead. He left his hand hovering just above her forehead. Even through his gloved hand, he could feel the heat and pure energy radiating off of her. He quickly ripped his hand away to his side in frustration.
He looked at the restraints by her hands and grabbed them, beginning to tie them harshly in his frustration.
He stopped.
She wasn't a prisoner. She was a member of the First Order; she was the secret weapon that the Resistance was clueless about. Her extensive mental conditioning and her physical training were a combination that would lead to a flawless apprentice.
Her mind was blank from her past, so she had no attachments to drag her to the light. If only he could be so lucky.
She wouldn't have to battle the pull of the dark and light as he did all these years. Yet she was not in the dark yet. She floated in the between. Not feeling any attachment or pull to the light, yet she still glowed. He couldn't fail. Too much time and resources have been used to condition her into the perfect apprentice.
Finally, the conflict and frustration was too much. He groaned, turning around and punching the wall beside him.
He turned back to her and waved his hand, undoing the restraints and storming out of the room, making his way to his meditation quarters.
Supreme Leader Snoke, He summoned, The girl, she has realized she is Force Sensitive. She is strong with the Force.
With no hesitation, Snoke replied back, Good. Have yourself and General Hux meet with me. There is vital information to discuss.