Two Weeks.

It had been two weeks since you were taken from your planet and brought to Starkiller base. For two weeks you sat wondering why you were here, they hadn't given you any clue as to why you were taken and you sure as hell were losing patience and fast. You were placed in a room of stark white with a singular bed and bathroom. Meals were brought to you three times a day, but you had refused to eat after the first week had gone by. Why should you put up with this, you deserved to know why the hell you were here. They were dickbags for this. You weren't part of the rebellion, and weren't part of the first order either. A neutral party. You huffed loudly.

No good sons of bitches.

You were dragged out of your thought process to hear your door opening. What the hell? It hadn't been time for dinner yet, and there were never any other visits. A stormtrooper walked in and towards you, stopping at the foot of you bed.

"The General requests you presence Miss (y/n)." You scoffed, "It took them only two weeks."

You lifted yourself off of your bed and made your way to the storm trooper. You were still dressed in your clothes from home, and your dress had started to fade with the amount of pacing you did.

"Let's go bucket head, I don't have all day."

You smirked to yourself, freedom at last. The trooper led you out into a, surprise, stark white hallway. They needed to really reconsider their interior decorating. Officers stared at you as you walked by, knowing you were some hostage, or whatever guest you were, if they could even call you that. The stormtrooper stopped suddenly. You had arrived to what looked like the head of a ship, at the door of an office.

The man knocked once, "General Hux the prisoner you requested is here"

You scoffed, so you were a damn prisoner. The door opened with a mechanical noise and you were pushed inside. A ginger man sat at a dark wooden desk, with neat piles of papers and devices placed carefully in neat rows. You really just wanted to poke one of his pens to make it crooked, you laughed. The general raised an eyebrow.

"Miss (y/n), I assume you would like to know why you are here." You stared at the man, "Yes, I would love to be enlightened as to why I was taken from my home to be brought onto this poorly decorated, bucket head infested vessel."

The General seemed surprised at your snarky comment.

"You have been brought onto this ship for a very important reason, (y/n), a personal demand of myself."

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows. "Who the hell are you exactly?" The man snipped back, "I am the commanding General of this ship and the first order." he made sure to put the emphasis on and.

"I have requested you for special purposes." Special purposes your ass. "However I will have no use of you if you refuse to eat." Who did this man think he was. "I don't know who the hell you think you are and why the hell you think you get tell me what to do, but last time I checked I didn't agree to any of this!" You were screaming, "And furthermore mister ginger whoever the fuck you are, general of the bucket head brigade, I don't answer to you or anyone on this gods forsaken base!"

Before any other word could be said you made a run for it. Your dress billowing behind you you ran as fast as your legs could take you. The white halls had turned a crimson red as an alarm sounded off. You smiled to yourself, stupid asshats get what they deserve. You ran into a dark hallway and saw a singular door. Looking around to make sure no one was around you crept towards the opening.

The heavy metal was slightly pushed open and you peeked inside the crack. It looked like a living quarters, there was a large living room and kitchen, and two more doors to what you assumed to a bedroom and bathroom. You hurriedly snuck inside and closed the door. An odd feeling crept over you and your head began to feel heavy. Your vision started to flicker out and nausea overcame your body. Before you could pass out however, you saw a tall black figure come your way. It bent down and you saw a blurry vision of yourself in their black mask. They tilted their head in curiosity, and then you blacked out.

You were in a cell, the metal surrounded your body in a cold grasp. A storm trooper approached the door and opened it. You walked up calmly and took hold of a medicine tray, and stared at him through his mask. "You will leave the door open and forget what just happened." You said calmly. The storm trooper nodded, "I will leave the door open and forget what just happened." You must have been in a dream. Whatever this was you liked it, you felt like some ancient Jedi. You placed the dream tray on the ground and stepped into the hallway. Your bare feet were cold on the new metal ground, not the type you were used to in your room. A rush of adrenaline filled your chest as you ran down the hall. You closed your eyes and breathed deep, dream air smelled nice. All of the sudden you felt someone grasp your shoulder roughly. You screamed. "And what do we have here?" The tall man in the mask smirked at you. "A little runaway trying to go home, well in case you hadn't remembered you have no home to go to." He spat at you and pinned you against the wall. His his hands were dug roughly into your sides surely leaving marks. "Let me go." You whispered. You were confused now, and your dream seemed to be turning into a nightmare. "How should we punish such a young lady?" He laughed lowly. But then you felt his hands release your sides and he went stumbling back. "Ren." The man in black stood tall above you, his mask showing your scared and relieved expression. "She deserves to be punished if not killed, I do not know what her purpose is in being here." The man said as he stomped off. The power that radiated off of him was intoxicating to you as you felt your body become weak. It was then you realized who this figure was. Kylo Ren.

The first thing you had noticed when you woke up was the man in the room. General Hux

"(y/n) I see that you are awake."

The general came closer, "You had passed out from lack of eating." Oh, thats why you had felt dizzy.

"As I was saying before, you were brought here on my behalf." You had remembered. "We need a helper of sorts, for one of the commanders here on base."

He looked uneasy, "We had tried men before but they were ultimately, relocated." You raised your eyebrows, why in the world had they captured you out of all people.

"I need you to watch over Kylo Ren."

Oh fuck no.

You stared at the general in disbelief. You were nothing special, of a middle class family in Naboo. You weren't a doctor, or psychologist, in fact you spent your days working in a library, and your nights humming to yourself as you walked home. You shuddered in a breath. Home.

"General, what happened to my planet."

You were all of the sudden terrified. Scenes of fire and destruction filled your mind. Screams of fright and panic. The resistance had a secret base on the planet, you remembered. Everything was coming back to you. You had been so caught up in figuring why you were on the first order base, you hadn't let reality fully come back to you. Perhaps it was your subconscious way of coping. Your hands started to shake and tears were welling up in your eyes.

"My family?" Your voice was strained.

The generals face was hard. "That is of classified information." With that he turned and stopped in the doorway. "Consider your options wisely, you are either offered a job or a much worse fate."

Tears were streaming down your face now, all those people. Innocent people. Anger started to fill your body, and you began to shake with rage. A minute or so after the General had taken his leave, another storm trooper entered the room. The soldier was tall, wearing a set of chrome plated armor. Great, another bucket head, at least this one is shiny you thought. You chuckled, they could be a disco ball. Did they like to party? Your mind changed the subject for you, and you wiped your tears away.

"I am Captian Phasma, I am here to assist you back to your new quarters."

You were surprised to hear a female voice come from the helmet. Well at least you weren't completely alone, and she seemed like one of the only other women on the base. You needed a friend.

"I like your helmet, its shiny."

Stupid, that was not a good first impression, you needed to seriously work on your conversational skills. "Follow me." Phamsa said, ignoring your odd compliment. Dammit.

The base was a cold place, metal was everywhere, and walking barefoot was not very pleasant. You started to shiver, and wrapped your arms around yourself. Workers passed by you, dressed in either crisp uniforms, or technician gear, giving you the odd glance. Turning down a corridor you saw a multitude of doors. This must be the living quarters.

"This is General Hux's room. Should you have an emergency report here."

She pointed to a door on your left. Emergency? You followed her down the long passage and made a turn to the right and passed through an open door. Did they lock this corridor down at night? What if they had pet rathars. You shook your head, focus. At the end of the hallway were two doors, standing across from each other. They were the only two in the long, locked, corridor. You had an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

"These are commander Ren's private quarters." She said towards the door on the left, "And these are your new quarters." Looking toward the door on the right. Oh joy. "If you should need anything there's a holopad in your room to contact someone." After finishing her sentence, Captain Phasma dismissed herself, walking down the corridor, and closing the door behind her. It was quiet, and there couldn't have been anyone else in this section.

You were completely alone.

Sighing, you opened the door to your new room and stepped inside. There was a small living room, with a black couch and red pillows, a small kitchen with a stove and an odd looking contraption, you would play with that later. There were also two doors, both of which were open, showing a decent sized bathroom, and a bedroom. You walked past the couch and into the bedroom, plopping down on the black sheeted bed. At least everything in here wasn't white.

Turning your body, you found yourself staring at the ceiling, your mind wandering. You hoped your parents were ok, wherever they were. They were good people, in love, hard working. It had only been you growing up, and having no other child they had adored you. Sniffling you got up. You would not cry. There was a small dresser on the far side of the bed, and you decided to test you luck in finding some new clothes. You smiled as you saw fresh clothes laying in the drawers. Picking up a pair of pants and a shirt, you headed to the shower. Turning on the water you let it steam before striping of your now ruined dress.

As soon as you stepped in the shower and the warm water had poured down your body, you heard a knock at the door. It was more of a pounding if you were honest. Clenching your fists, you stepped out of the heavenly stream, and wrapped yourself in the huge towel folded neatly on the counter. As you stomped towards the door, water was dripping from your hair and body, making you shiver. You pressed the open button on the key pad."Listen here buddy you can't just..." You stopped mid sentence as you recognized the person standing at your door.

Kylo Ren

The masked man was tall, and that was saying something seeing as you were pretty tall for a woman. He tilted his head, you assumed looking at you through his mask.

"Can I help you with something, or?"

He said nothing. You felt a pressure in your head, it was as if someone was slowly pressing on your brain, adding more pressure with each moment. Trying to ignore the pain you looked at the man in front of you. Everything about him was dark, his mask, his clothes, his reputation. You should've been scared by him, and yet you felt fine. Other the the sudden headache. He stepped closer, in the doorway now.

"Who are you?" A deep modulated voice came out of his mask. He stayed for another few seconds and then turned, going to his room, and slamming the door.

Pushy.