One of the unspoken rules on the ship was that an elevator, if he wanted it, belonged to the Supreme Leader. It didn't matter if you were carrying important documents, were running late, or were bleeding to death; if you saw that black figure coming down the hall, you had to get the hell out of the way. And it wasn't so much of an inconvenience to these people as it was a gentle reminder. Keeping your head attached to your shoulders had proven to be somewhat important when it came to staying alive; you'd be surprised how many people forgot that.

The Supreme Leader was aware of this particular lapse in judgement, and decided to help them out. It was so kind of him to wear such loud boots everywhere he went. Their pounding reverberations kept everyone on their toes, awake and anxious; conscious of the grip they had on their lives and on their heads. His footsteps were like a warning shot, and like the deer of the field, the men and women of the ship would scatter, grateful for the choice they'd been given.

Those footsteps were coming again, towards the elevator. The doors were just about to close, and inside were three or four men, talking to themselves. However, as soon as the dreaded sound was in range, one of them perked up their head, like a stag, and listened. The men all paused mid sentence. Bravely, the first to hear the sound peeked around the corner to try and catch a glimpse of him. When he saw the Supreme Leader marching towards them, he cleared his throat and motioned with his head for the others to follow him out of the elevator. All of them give up their spot readily and quickly pressed the button for the one beside it, saluting nervously as they did so.

Kylo Ren showed no emotion whatsoever, not bothering even to look at them. He simply entered the elevator and watched as the door slid shut. The tense scene was over. That is, until he realized that not everyone had gotten the hint.

Someone had been bold enough to stay.

In the shadowy back corner stood a woman in a bright red jumpsuit, equipped with thin armor padding, a heavy laden utility belt, and boots that were obviously hiding a large knife on her right leg. Her arms were crossed coolly, her side leaning into the wall. From underneath her long black lashes, she looked at him inquisitively for a moment, but as soon as the elevator started shooting up into the ship, she looked away, staring straight ahead.

Kylo Ren couldn't help but notice the reconfigured blaster attached to her slouched hip; it was the same red color as her jumpsuit. The shiny, patent leather of the outfit clung to her a little too well, causing Ren's eyes to linger a bit longer than he'd intended. For a moment he considered confronting her, but for some reason he decided to leave well enough alone. He wasn't in the mood for a brawl. And besides, she didn't seem to want that kind of attention from him anyway. She was grinning coyly, her red lips spreading into a rather pleasing line. Ren shifted his weight and crossed his arms as well, matching hers.

The trip to the bridge seemed to be taking longer than usual, and Ren found himself feeling a bit awkward, waiting for someone to speak and break the forced silence. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was thinking it, either, and not long after the thought crossed his mind the woman cooed, "Don't worry, this is my stop."

The elevator came to a halt and Ren blinked, not noticing that another floor number had been punched before his. He watched as the red woman sauntered through the doors, running a hand through her straight bobbed hair. Her short tresses were just as black as the design on the back of her jumpsuit; a Mandalorian horned skull.

So she is a bounty hunter, he thought to himself, recalling the stories of the man who'd once kidnapped his own father. Boba Fett wore that patch.

Before the doors closed again the woman waved a hand and said, "Later."

For some reason, Kylo Ren felt like he should take her goodbye very literally. He would see her again.

The redheaded General Hux looked at himself in the reflective surface of the table in front of him, making sure that each and every strand of his hair was in place. His pinched lips loosened a bit with the ease of knowing that the new hair gel he'd tried that morning had worked. He remembered the phrase on the bottle reading something like, for a serious hold and a sculpted look. Hux smiled to himself briefly at being bold enough to try a new product and having it actually pay off, but he quickly returned to his natural, weaselly state. He frowned and glared at the door, waiting for the bounty hunter to arrive.

In the pit of his stomach was a bundle of nerves, which had been there ever since he and the four other men in the room had decided to start the coup three days ago. Just after the battle on Crait, Hux hadn't been the only person who was terrified of their new, self-appointed Supreme Leader. Kylo Ren was a strange zealot with a temper that could turn in the bat of an eye. He couldn't be trusted with 187 million people spread across multiple star systems.

Hux's frown intensified at the thought of him throwing him up against walls and strangling him like a hen. He'd never been so embarrassed, so humiliated. That day on Crait, as he tended to his enormous bruise, he vowed to remove Kylo Ren, no matter what the cost.

That's why Hux had hired a bounty hunter to do the job for him! Being a conniving general who only looks out for himself was a full-time job; it's not like he had the time to kill the man on his own! All that blood and guts and grime were too much to deal with, let alone clean up. Plus his reputation would remain spotless. Some crazy man killed him, he thought to himself, grinning once more, such a shame, really, but I suppose I'll have to take up his duties from now on. All hail me, right?

The door to the conference room opened swiftly, causing him to snap out of his ambitious haze. It was the bounty hunter, and she was smiling ear to ear.

"Hello, boys," she beamed, stepping into the room, "are we ready to stand up to the man?"

General Hux's eyes trailed up and down her body, making him blush once he realized what he'd done. Clearing his throat, he replied, "You're Miss Fett, then?"

"None other," she replied, "Domino Fett, at your service. And I suppose you're General Hux?"

"Quite," he spat.

The other men in the room were confused by her, obviously having imagined someone much larger. They wondered to themselves whether or not she would be able to handle Kylo Ren, and quietly began to question Hux's choice in assassins.

Domino walked up to the table they were seated at and stood over them, reaching to her utility belt and detaching a money transfer chip. Holding it out to General Hux, she asked, "Did Splugorra make the deal clear enough? He's prepared to give you half of the credits now and the other 600,000 once I've brought him to Rattatak." Just as Hux took the device from her hand and began scanning his data card, she added, "And you're to give me 15,000 for taking him off your hands."

At this, Hux let out a single chuckle and scoffed, "15,000? No, the deal was five."

Domino forced a smile and pressed a little button on her watch, cuing the start of a recording of Hux's voice saying, "and the bounty hunter will be given 15,000 in payment, yes, of course." She pressed the button again and turned her hand out in a gimme motion.

Hux rolled his eyes and ran his card again, typing in the five digit number she wanted. The other men looked at him pointedly. When he was finished making the transfer, he held onto the chip, annoying Domino.

"Were we clear on the deal?" asked Hux, his face failing to hide his irritation. "We want him gone; erased. I don't want to see or hear anything about him ever again, like he never existed in the first place. Kill him if you want. We don't care what you do with him as long as our wishes are met."

Domino's eyes narrowed, switching her catlike gaze between him and her money chip. Like an addict missing her fix, she could feel herself start to squirm at its absence. Holding out her hand, she said, "He's no good to me dead. Splugorra doesn't care much for taxidermy- he wants him alive for his human zoo." When Hux continued to withhold the funds, she elaborated, saying, "See, he keeps them in glass enclosures like a living hall of fame. He collects people he finds interesting and keeps them for decoration. They usually die within a year, though; he forgets to feed them a lot."

Hux and the other men were obviously perplexed by the notion, finding the hobbies of the Hutts all rather strange. However, anything would be better than keeping Kylo Ren in power. Through exchanged glances and nods, the men came to a consensus and agreed that this would work for them, and not long after Hux returned her money chip. She yanked it out of his hand gratefully.

"Thanks, boys," she beamed, returning the chip to the pocket it came from. "Now, where will I find my precious bounty head?"

"His chambers are on the 34th floor towards the end of hall B," informed Hux, leaning in on his forearms. "You'll recognize the door for all of the dents and scratches on it. His personal code to access the room is 1234."

Domino scoffed, finding it humorous that a man so feared would use such a predictable code. "Seriously?" she asked.

Hux narrowed his eyes at her swiftness to dismiss him and spat, "Yes. You can do things like that when people are frightened of you."

When Ren was notified that someone had utilized his access code, he knew something was wrong. He'd left the command deck immediately and hurried towards his chambers, the fierceness in his face throwing people off as he passed. They were quick to get out of his way, as slowly but surely the size of the hallways changed, from public to personal. The hallways to the cabins were wide enough for one person to walk through, but for a man as large as Ren, he still had to squeeze by. He'd always found it embarrassing to have to crouch down just to get into his room; maybe that's why he'd kicked his door so much. Sometimes, like then, he wished that he hadn't been so angry with it in the past, for now it took roughly two minutes to get it to slide open.

With a screech and a few sparks from metal grinding against metal, the door to his cavern-like chambers opened wide enough for him to lurch through. Once he was in, he immediately began to scan the room, searching for whoever might have made themselves at home. It was dark; too dark to make anything out. Usually he enjoyed living in the shadows, but admittedly he hadn't become nocturnal just yet; echolocation wasn't on his list of skills. After a moment of stumbling around in the dark, he switched on the light, exposing the perpetrator.

There, standing just a few feet away, was the woman in the bright red jumpsuit, her blaster aimed directly at him. Right then it clicked, and both of them at the same time exclaimed, "You!"

Not wasting any time, Domino fired at him, only to have him grab the staticky blue bolt with the force powers she'd heard so much about. The blast buzzed in between them for a moment like captured lightning before Ren was able to turn it around, narrowly missing her left arm. Domino ran towards an armchair, used it as a platform to jump from, and reached out for his neck to try and tackle him to the ground.

Before she could grab him Ren slammed her into the floor with his arm, like squashing a nat. She landed sharply on her side with a thud, the air in her lungs knocked out of her. He was much stronger than she'd been expecting, and for a split second she got scared. However, she could see the pile of money waiting for her if she succeeded and pushed that fear aside. As she struggled to get everything back into frame, he came towards her. He's underestimating me, she thought to herself, grinning. As soon as Ren grabbed her ankle she pulled herself up and straddled his front. With one arm she started choking him in a deadly embrace, holding onto his waist with her legs. His face was right against hers, his spit flying into her hair as he fought to breathe. The sharp heels of her boots pierced themselves into his upper thighs with how tightly she was constricting him. Knowing this hold wouldn't last for long, Domino managed to press a button on her watch, releasing four little metal balls that rolled off of her belt and onto his body, burying themselves in his clothes. Feeling the tiny shocker bugs attach themselves to his tunic, Ren picked up the pace.

Ren let out a grunt as he picked at her arm with his gloved hands, quickly cursing the slippery texture of her skin-tight garb and moving towards the wall to smash himself free. Walking into the wall, he slammed her into it repeatedly, causing her to let out a pained scream when he hit her already bruised side. Unable to keep it up, she let go of him and fell to the floor, catching her breath. Her back felt like it was about to split open, but she ignored it, rising to her feet just as Kylo Ren came in with a swift punch. She ducked just in time, falling back onto the floor. He ended up punching the metal wall above her and she could hear his knuckles popping with the force of it. Her eyes were wide at the realization of his strength. As he tugged himself out of the wall, she stood up and ran towards the little desk he had beside his bed, grabbing a paperweight and bringing it down on his shoulder just right.

He collapsed to his knees, the hit causing his arm to be knocked out of socket. "Fuck!" he roared, grabbing the aching thing. For a second Domino thought that this might have been enough, but when he started rising to his feet once more she went ahead and hit the button on her watch again. The shocker bugs kicked in, electrocuting him and bringing him to the ground with a boom.

She sat on his chest to hold him down, but he was quick to grab her. She knew that it was time to use the tranquilizer. With her on top of him, a bruising grip on her wrist, Domino used her foot to pin down his other arm as she hurriedly undid a pocket on her utility belt. Almost dropping it, she pulled out what looked like a dart and grasped it tightly in her fist.

"Hold... still!" she grimaced, struggling to get to his neck. Finally, after she put all of her strength behind it, she plunged the pointed end of the dart into the flesh of his neck, right behind his ear. After this was done, she allowed herself to be thrown off of him, and she crawled over to the wall to rest.

Furious, Kylo Ren rose to his feet and grabbed the dart, yanking it out of his neck and examining it in his hand. It was solid black and shaped like an off-kilter diamond, its tip dipped in a strange, green colored liquid. Breathing hard, he crushed it and threw the pieces at her, feeling his heart race nervously with the idea of being injected with an unknown fluid.

"What is this?" he croaked, his voice caught between fear and anger. He pointed at her accusingly and asked, "Who sent you?"

Panting, Domino smiled a bit and said, "I'd tell you if someone hadn't paid me not to."

Ren repeated himself, determined to get an answer. "What is this? What did you just-"

"It's a tranquilizer," she explained, attempting to stand up. "Don't worry, you're not going to die. You'll just be paralyzed for a bit until I can get you to my client."

Ren scoffed and shook his head, unsure of what to do as he could slowly feel himself losing control of his limbs. He wanted to choke her, to break her neck, but as much as he wanted to summon the Force within him, he couldn't. He couldn't feel anything.

"Stupid bitch," he sputtered, leaning on his desk for support.

Domino laughed, pressing against her split side as she did so. "No wonder they want rid of you," she purred, her voice smooth. "Even your insults need work."

Before he could retort, he fell over with a heavy thud, completely limp. His head was the only thing that could move. He angled himself to look up at her and fumed, puffs of air passing violently through his nose.

Slowly, she walked over to him, pushing him onto his back with her foot. "Stars, you're going to be a pain in the ass to move. How tall are you, anyway? Six-five?" She shook her head and laughed, "You're massive! And I bet you're popular with the ladies if that shoe size counts for anything."

"Shut up," he mumbled, having trouble with his words.

Straightening up, Domino looked at her watch and typed in a number, trying to reach someone. A voice picked up at the other end, but they were obviously uneasy about taking her call. She told them, "I'll be needing that gurney now. He's down for the count."

"Of course," it said.

Kylo Ren felt something in him shift. The anger that he'd been feeling towards this woman now shifted onto someone else, someone much more familiar.

"They'll be down with it shortly," said the voice, thin and nasally. "Thank you again, Miss Fett."

It was Hux. Hux had hired a bounty hunter to get rid of him.

"Coward!" shouted Ren, spitting with fury, "Come down here and face me! I'll fucking end you, you rat! Traitor, get down here and fight me! The next time I see you I'll make you bleed, you hear me?"

Wanting to make himself clear, Ren looked up at Domino and ordered, "Tell that weasel that I'm going to slit his throat the next time I lay eyes on him!"

Hux had heard his incomprehensible screams on his end of the line and asked Domino nervously to repeat what he'd just said. Domino stared blankly into her wrist and said calmly, "He says that he's really looking forward to his vacation on Rattatak and that he'll be sure to buy souvenirs!"

"That's not what I said!" Growled Ren, "I said that I'm going to kill you, you little—"

"—Yes, he says that he'll be sure to send a postcard—"

"—I'll rip out your eyes and piss in your skull, you piece of—"

"Alright, bye-bye now!"

By the time that Kylo Ren had been transported to the bounty hunter's ship, the body bag he'd been hidden in had made his eyes dilate in the darkness of it, leaving him practically blinded when the red woman unzipped it. He couldn't tell if it was the tranquilizer taking affect on him or what, but it looked like an obese child in overalls was standing over him and chewing gum. However, when he started talking, he knew that it wasn't a hallucination.

"His ears are really big," said the chubby boy, smacking his gum, "and he has cool hair. Are you sure he's our guy?"

"Yeah, it's him," answered Domino, kicking off her boots. She teased, "you should know better than anyone not to judge a candy by its wrapper, Lubb."

Lubb had the most intense look of confusion on his face that Kylo Ren had ever seen. With the utmost sincerity in his young voice, he asked, "But doesn't their leader wear a bathrobe?"

Domino replied, "Well, this guy killed bathrobe guy, so now he's their leader— was their leader, sorry." She walked back over to Kylo Ren, returning to his line of sight. She'd put her hair up into two tight buns at the top of her head, exposing earrings that looked like a pair of dice. Leaning down, she grabbed his shoulders and said, "Come on, let's prop you up somewhere."

Kylo frowned as the strange duo worked together to move him out of the bag and over to a chair where rope was already waiting for him. Lubb proved to be utterly useless and just ended up carrying his feet while Domino did the rest, dragging him awkwardly by the armpits. He could feel her push the breath from her nose forcefully into the back of his head as she hauled the entirety of his weight. They put him in a leather chair that was the same red as her jumpsuit, a common theme throughout the ship. Finally, he was situated to their liking, and Domino left him for Lubb to tie up.

Examining his surroundings, Ren couldn't help but notice the screens mounted to the cockpit showing multiple races and blackjack game portals. From her dedicated viewing he presumed that the woman was an active gambler, but maybe not a very good one. Bright red numbers flashed in the negatives on several screens, a sign that she was most certainly in debt. It was obvious that what money she had she didn't spend on the ship. Though it might have been luxurious in its day, the ship had definitely gone through some wear and tear (probably from multiple, multiple owners). The seats were worn, the couch nearby had a hole in it the size of a womp rat, and there were dozens of candy wrappers lazily stuffed in their trash compactor. There was graffiti on the walls talking about which gang stole it from who, but on top of all of it was an enormous mandalorian skull; the girl was making a statement.

In one corner of the ship Kylo could hear music playing, but it wasn't anything he was familiar with. He was never one for hip hop, but that seemed to be all that she and the boy listened to. As Lubb tied him to the chair, he danced a little bit to the bassy song in the background and grinned, producing dimples in the sides of his round cheeks. Kylo noticed that he was jingling with tools and devices, the pockets of his green overalls stuffed to the brim with them. On his forehead were a pair of goggles, and if you looked closely enough you could see red rings around his eyes from wearing them too tightly. He was obviously the ship's engineer, and he was obviously the one eating all of the candy. A giant streak of chocolate stretched across his cheek from where he had tried (and failed) to wipe it away.

"Do you really have superpowers?" asked Lubb as he worked on tying the final knot. His brown eyes focused on Ren's intently, obviously interested in anything that he might have to say.

Kylo looked at him, annoyed. He tried to remain quiet so that the kid would eventually lose interest, but he just kept staring and staring at him. Finally he gave in and grumbled, "Sure."

"WOW, you DO?" asked Lubb, his round face lighting up. The kid didn't notice the irritation in the man's face as he continued to bombard him with questions. "Can you fly? Can you lift heavy things? Can you eat a lot of things and not feel sick afterwards? Do you eat meat? Do you know other people with superpowers? Do you look young but you're actually really old? Do you have a good sense of balance? I can do a cartwheel. Can you read my mind? Oh, wait, if you can I don't think I want to know, that's just embarrassing. Do you have a lightsaber? Have you ever killed anyone on accident with it? It's alright, you can tell me, I won't tell anyone."

Ren took advantage of the boy pausing to breathe and hissed, "No, I haven't, but I have a feeling that my perfect record might go out the window very soon."

Lubb got the message and backed off. "Sorry," he mumbled, losing the sparkle in his eye. He started shuffling through his pockets for something, and when he found it immediately changed the subject. "Dom, did they pay you?"

The woman flipped around from tampering with the controls and walked towards him, pulling out a money chip from her utility belt. "500 credits, as promised," she said, swiping the boy's card. The chip lit up and beeped when it was done, emitting a ka-ching sound. "Try not to spend it all on busted droid parts this time, ok?"

Lubb grinned ear to ear and nodded eagerly, running off to his room on the ship. After his door slid shut a strange barrage of noises kicked in, but Kylo Ren didn't dare ask what they were coming from. He looked over at the woman in red who was still standing over him, fiddling with her jumpsuit. After she had unbuttoned a few things and unzipped a few more, Ren realized that she was taking it off completely. He laid his head back against the seat and watched her, irritated, but not enough to look away.

The woman stripped, peeling off the hip-hugging latex like a second skin and exposing a black bra and panties, as well as a massive purple bruise on her back. Noticing how his eyes went right to where she was hurting, she asked, "That bad, huh?"

Kylo Ren looked away then, remembering their fight. Although his body was numb, he could still feel a dull pain coming from his shoulder, a side-effect of being slugged with a solid metal paperweight. He still couldn't believe Hux had put a bounty out on him. Without even thinking, he rolled his eyes for the twentieth time that day.

Tossing the bright red outfit onto a chair beside him, she grabbed a grey sweatshirt and threw it on, the shirt baggy enough to cover all the important bits. "If I'd known that you were that big bastard from the elevator I would have worn something else," she told him, rubbing her bruised side. "Oh well, at least my ass looked good while I was beating yours."

Ren's eyes shot to hers with disdain. "You didn't know who I was? They paid you to find the Supreme Leader of the First Order and you didn't even bother to find out what I looked like?" He scoffed, "Wasn't it obvious? I wear a cape and people are afraid of me!"

She threw her head back and laughed at his embarrassed fury. Once she had gathered herself again she replied, "You're not the first pretentious asshole in a cape that I've ever met, babydoll, sorry if you thought you had a good thing going." She shook her head in amused disbelief and crossed her arms like she had on the elevator, looking him over with her catlike black eyes.

Ren frowned at the remark, but didn't wish to talk about his outfit any longer than they already had. He glanced over at Lubb's door and then back at her. "The boy called you Dom. Is that your name?"

Grinning, she purred, "My name is Domino Fett. Have you heard of me?"

"So you are a Fett," he noted, "Any relation to Boba?"

"Of course," she conceded, smiling proudly, "He's my grandfather. And before you ask, yes, he's still in The Sarlacc. People don't seem to get the whole new-definition-of-pain-and-suffering-as-you-are-slowly-digested-over-a-thousand-years thing."

Kylo blinked. It was so bizarre to hear a story from his father's misadventures being told by a total stranger. He wondered if she knew about their unique connection, but decided not to press the issue. He had better things to do than talk to bounty hunter scum with gorgeous legs. Frustrated with himself, he looked away and sighed.

Domino made her way to the cockpit and curled up into the pilot's chair. Pressing the communications button, she made contact with the hangar captain and told him that she was ready to leave Finalizer. After a few minutes, the locks were taken off of her platform and she was free to steer the craft towards the exit, the men and women of the First Order marching below them, completely unaware that their Supreme Leader had been kidnapped by the woman manning the ship. Within seconds they were gone, floating past the gravitational field and into space without a single protest. Kylo Ren wanted to scream, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good. He couldn't hide the sense of disappointment and abandonment that he felt on his face as he rested his head against the prison that was his chair. He had finally become Supreme Leader, the most powerful man in the galaxy, but it turns out that he couldn't even make it a week.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked, his voice low and defeated.

Domino didn't look at him. She was busy filing her nails back into shape after her scrap with him. After a bit she replied, "I'm taking you to Rattatak, to Splugorra Snell. He seems very interested in you. Paid a hefty price, at least."

Ren got nervous at the thought of someone buying him. He'd thought that Hux was sending him somewhere out of sight to be executed, but if someone had actually purchased him, did that mean he was to be made a slave instead? He tried to think back on what he knew about Rattatak, but the place was so isolated that he couldn't recall anything. No one lived there really, at least nothing sentient. A few random tribes of people looking for freedom from the Order had outposts there, but other than that, nothing really stood out in Ren's mind. He had certainly never heard of Splugorra Snell before. This only made him even more uncomfortable.

"What does he want with me?" he asked. "Who is he?"

"Splugorra is a Hutt drug lord," she sighed, obviously displeased with how her nails were shaping up. "He dabbles in slavery on the side. Except, you won't be doing any labor, believe me. You're there on display. He collects famous people like you and puts them up in a zoo, a Human Zoo. He heard that there was still a living jedi and wanted you for his collection, I guess."

"I'm not a jedi," he mumbled, digesting this new information.

Domino smiled, "Well you have a lightsaber, don't you? And you use," she made a whimsical gesture with her hands, "the Force?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then you meet all the requirements of being a jedi," she jibed, giving up on her nails.

Ren narrowed his eyes at her ignorance, but didn't push it. He asked, "Does he really think he can contain me so easily? I'm-"

"Splugorra's men designed the tranquilizer I gave you," explained Domino, holding up an extra dart from her belt, "and it seems to be working just fine."

He looked away, embarrassed of his current paralyzed state.

Domino watched him crumble and lost her smile, feeling a tad empathetic. "I'm sorry," she told him, "It's nothing personal, I just happen to like money. And you don't seem like that bad a guy. You're such a hunk, too. ...What a shame."

Kylo glared at her, hearing the same thing from her that he heard from everyone else. What a shame. What a waste. He wanted to disappear.

After a few minutes of silence, Lubb came stumbling back out of his room, obviously excited given the size of his mouth as he screamed, "Dom, there's a Zorko's Big Bite out here! It's just another planet over! Please, can we go? Please!"

"Oh wow! They have one all the way out here?" exclaimed Dom, turning towards the tracking system. After she'd typed in the name of the restaurant, it immediately popped up it was in such close proximity. "Of course we'll go! We deserve some good food after a hard day's work!"

Ren blinked.

They were going through a drive-thru? But what about their bounty? And what about the human zoo? Didn't they need to get there pretty soon?

Noticing the confused look on his face, Lubb asked, "Haven't you ever been to a Zorko's before? They have really good smapp!"

"...No... I've never been to... Zorko's," replied Ren, ready to go along with anything at this point.

At this, both Lubb and Domino gaped at him in disbelief. Domino shifted course and angled the ship towards the satellite. She said, "Well we're just going to have to change that!"

"So you want a groat chop with extra smapp, a large Thakatilla, a fried porg with a side of nerf nuggets, a medium yoba shake, a nuna grumbo and a what?" asked the cashier, her microphone making it a bit hard to understand her.

Domino yelled into the receiving end, "A PALP WAFER!"

After a few seconds pause the lady asked, "You want tarsh on the palp wafer?"

"No, thank you!" replied Domino, stepping away from the mic to float over to the anti-gravity door. "Lubb, ask Supreme Beater what he wants!"

Lubb turned to Kylo Ren and asked, "You wanna try a groat chop? Or some nerf nuggets? They're really good with kelp sauce!"

"I don't want anything," answered Ren.

"But it's really good! You need to try it!" spoke Lubb, surprised that anyone could turn down Zorko's.

"I'm not hungry!" insisted Kylo.

"It's really tasty, though!"

"I don't want anything!"

Domino floated up to the door and peered in at them through the window. "What do you want, Mr. Ren?"

Kylo looked her dead in the eye and said, "Nothing!"

"WHAT?" screamed Dom, unable to hear him, or at least pretending that she couldn't. "I can't hear you!"

"NOTHING!" he shouted, practically boiling over, "I don't want anything to eat!"

"...What!?"

"I don't-"

"I can't hear you!"

"I don't want-"

"What did you say?"

"I'LL TAKE THE DAMN NERF NUGGETS!"

"Awesome choice!" said Domino, floating back to complete their order. She paid, and not long after their order shot up through a pipe and into the air lock, floating in brown bags and massive cups. She collected it all and held it tightly against her, floating back towards the door and pressing the right buttons to let her in. Once the gravity hit her she almost dropped all of their food, but Lubb was there to catch it.

Without warning they both tore into it, acting like they hadn't had anything to eat in days. They were like a pack of wild dogs, ripping open the colorful packaging and filling their mouths to the brim with the stuff, a four course meal devoured in under a minute. Disgusted, Ren watched as slowly but surely they'd eaten every last greasy morsel, leaving only his small box of nuggets alone. The smell was surprisingly agreeable and Ren soon found that his stomach was growling.

"Don't worry," smiled Domino as she waled over to him, rubbed the crumbs off of her face with the back of her hand, and pulled up a chair. "I haven't forgotten my happy camper."

He watched her sit down beside him and sighed. "Don't."

"Don't what?" she asked, opening the box. "You can't move your arms, how else are you supposed to eat this?"

He scowled and looked away, sheepish.

"I'm doing you a favor," she said, picking up a nugget. "You might not get the chance to eat again for a long time."

Ren eyed her curiously, trying not to look nervous. The idea of slowly starving to death in a cage wasn't exactly alluring. It wasn't the death he wanted; he was a warrior, not a slave. His situation was the most embarrassing thing he'd ever been through. He was being spoon fed like a baby and couldn't even move his hands. Not having a choice had never felt so real.

"Open your mouth," she whispered, motioning for Lubb to go and pilot the ship.

Sighing, he complied, giving her a death stare as she pushed a nerf nugget into his mouth like putting bullets in a gun. The nugget was perfectly round and deep fried, the meat inside slightly tangy, like citrus. The strange combination made for a pleasing taste, but of course he wasn't going to tell her that. He chewed it up and swallowed, but didn't open his mouth for another one.

Domino wagged her finger at him and scolded, "If you're not going to eat them, then I will." She picked one up and bit it in half. She tried to get him to smile, or at least look her in the eye, but when he didn't she got very upfront with him. Getting out of earshot of Lubb, she whispered to him, "Look, I get that you're feeling knocked down or whatever, but this isn't going to get any easier for you. Splugorra is evil, you understand?"

He didn't respond, unimpressed.

She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "He'll beat that smugness out of you. He'll beat everything out of you that resembles yourself." After a few tense seconds she looked away and dug through the box, pretending like what she'd said didn't bother her. Picking one of them up, she said, "Now hurry up and eat this damn nerf before we get there."

Hey guys! Thanks for checking out my story! This is an idea that I've been playing around with since TLJ came out, and I'm very excited to see what you think of it. This isn't going to be a long piece. The story will be told in four parts; black, red, white, and grey. Be looking out for Red very soon! I've been in such a great place creatively these past few weeks because of a creative writing class that I'm taking for school, so I thought I'd go for it and put another little story out there. Anyway, what do you think of it so far? Please leave a comment for me! Comments make everything so exciting! I get to look forward to reading what you all think, I get to check out your advice, and I get to hear your criticisms! I'm looking forward to all of it! Thanks again for checking out "No Good to Me Dead"! See you soon!

-Molly

P.S. If you are readers who have been following me for a while, thanks so much for sticking with me! I promise I've not stopped working on the final chapter of Diagnosis! Be looking out for it! It may take me a while, but please know that I'm taking my time for the sake of quality! I want to give you something good! Love ya!