Prologue

Heavy footsteps were heard as the soldiers marched, monotone and in unison. Above them stood a red haired man, his gaze was sharp as he peered down at the formation of soldiers. This was how General Hux preferred the soldiers at his command. They were orderly and none would dare defy him nor those whom he shared power with. The army of The First Order was strong. Stronger than the Resistance or any others who may come against them. Soon it would be time to show the galaxy their might and their power. The tools of destruction they had on their side were mighty and would not likely fail them.

Hux continued to scan the large group of soldiers. He searched for signs of weakness and was pleased to find no trace of vulnerability. The Resistance was no match for their strength and cunning. That was one thing he was certain of. He began to plot out various strategies, everything had to be planned and executed to the exact detail. This careful planning and complete loyalty was what made him most useful to the Supreme Leader.

Nearby another pair of footsteps were heard. Instead of the monotone, heavy sound, these footsteps were quick, light and in no particular rhythm at all. Brown eyes remained on the hallway before her. She knew she had little time to reach him. The red and black robes that marked her as a healer for the First Order trailed behind her. Her heart beat a little faster, today was the day she was sure of it. It was early, he had to be in a good or at least stable mood. It was too early in the day for anything to have angered him. He couldn't say 'no'. Not today.

She continued to sprint until she found herself out on one of the base's platforms that overlooked the morning's drills. Her steps slowed as she quickly caught sight of the redheaded General. Heavy was her breath as she stopped for a moment. It was then he caught sight of the auburn haired girl.

"Ah, sister." He calmly stated. No one else on base had her talent for discord or lack of discipline. He barely had to glance at her to know who it was. "If you wish to speak with me, best do so now. There's no telling how long this moment will last." It was then he turned his gaze to her. Nimway sent her brother a small smile as she approached him.

"Brother." she greeted with a nod of the head. Her brother barely returned the gesture. It was rare for the two of them speak. General Hux did not have time to waste. Nimway found it difficult to get her brother's attention. On the occasion they would speak, it always seemed to be on the same topic. "I have come to request a job reassignment."

"Whenever you come to see me, it is always about a job reassignment." He commented before he motioned her to follow him. There was too much to do in a short amount of time. He would not fall behind for her. "Every time I give you the same answer. What makes you think today will be any different?"

"My determination, you're in a good mood and we both know I am wasting my time and talent as a Healer. I belong in the Military." She insisted. "I can fight."

"You? Fight? What an amusing thought." Hux scoffed without even breaking a smile. He was the fighter, the commander. She was nothing more than a simple Healer. He looked her over a moment. Her body wasn't even built for fighting. While she wasn't fat, her body wasn't lean enough for the morning drills much-less an actual battle. No, she had little potential in any position other than the one she already held. The thought wasn't even worth considering.

"Brother..."

"Nimway, you are no Storm Trooper." Hux bluntly told her. "You have no military experience, nor are you a strategist. You will only weaken my forces. I will not allow that nor will I send you out there to die."

"The military runs through my veins every much as it does yours." Nimway stated. The two grew quiet as they continued to walk down the hallways. Hux glanced at her not amused by her statement. The Supreme Leader had decided she would be a healer, that was where she had been trained and was where she belonged. He would not accept any disorder from her.

"We all have our assignments." Hux commented after a moment, though a distant memory of their father telling him to protect her vaguely came to his mind. "We have our parts to play in the Order. The Supreme Leader does not see a future in the military for you. You have been trained as a healer. That is where you will remain."

"Brother..." Nimway again, began. Her eyes slightly pleaded with him. She was sure, if given the chance she could prove to be a great asset to her government and leader. There were several women who fought on behalf of the First Order. Why not her? Why did he...?

"Enough Nimway." Hux raised his hand and their eyes met. He grew tired of their conversation. "If you are so keen on a job change, perhaps I can have you changed to sanitation."

"Please don't." Nimway answered as they stopped walking. She went to speak again when Captain Phasma approached the two.

"General, a word." A woman's voice erupted from the reflective suit the Captain wore.

"Of course." the General replied before the two looked back to healer. Nimway's eyes bounced back and forth between the two before Captain Phasma spoke again.

"What are you doing out of the healing room?" Her sharp tone questioned the young healer. Nimway opened her mouth to reply when her brother spoke up.

"She simply had a question on protocol." Hux told the woman beneath the metal suit. He then turned back to his sister. "Have I answered your question sufficiently?" The auburn haired girl turned back to her brother. She simply nodded. "Good. Now do not bother me again." Hux offered no goodbye. He simply turned and walked off with Phasma.

Nimway watched her brother walk away for moment before she turned and made her way back to the Healing room. Another day of fixing bruises and scrapes. Another day not accomplishing anything nor moving forward. She looked around the cold metal hallways that made of the Starkiller Base. Disappointment filled her for a moment. Her brother would never see her more than a useless healer. The base had more than enough healers, she was not needed in that field despite what he had told her.

If her brother would not teach her the ways of war himself, she would need another teacher. Someone who could teach her to follow in her brother's and father's footsteps. Suddenly a blaze replaced the defeated look her eyes held moments earlier. Things were going to change, she was a Hux too after all. She was sure she had the same potential as her brother.

~Author's Note~

Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my new Star Wars story. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue. I actually haven't written a Star Wars story before but after seeing the new movie I knew I wanted to do a story for Kylo Ren. He's such a fascinating character and I have so many plans for this story.

Please note that I am an amateur writer. I will make mistakes in my writing. I will fix things as I see them, though if you notice something before I do, you are more than welcome to point it out. I will do my best to give the story quality and keep all characters in character. I am not a Star Wars expert, I'm just a girl who loves watching the movies. Also note, that I will update this story at least once a month. If school and real life permit it, I will update a lot sooner. This story will take place before, during and after the 7th Star Wars movie.

I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. Thanks again for reading! Feel free to leave a review if you have a moment and are so inclined. Thanks! ~Lin

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader Snokes, Captain Phasma, General Hux or any other Star Wars character that may appear in this story. Nor am I making any money writing this story. It's purely for fun.