The First Order must have learned from the last time they held Rey as prisoner. The cell she was locked in was made of sleek metal, starting from the floor and running up the back wall. The other three walls were made from what she assumed was blast proof glass. This way, the three storm stormtroopers as well as the sentry unit could have eyes on her at all times without the possibility of interaction or use of the Force.
Rey knew she wouldn't be getting out of this one. How could she? Kylo told them she had killed Snoke; he had created her into the enemy they so desperately needed. He had told her she meant something to him, little had she known that something was a scapegoat, a person to blame and take the fall for his uncontrollable actions. Anger began to boil in Rey's chest as the situation settled into her mind. The very anger Luke had told her to control. Realizing this, Rey sat down in the back of her cell, crossed her legs and meditate. Luke had told her during training that this was one of the most effective ways to control your emotions as well as organize your thoughts. A jedi needed a clear head he had told her. Too bad she wasn't one.
Kylo finally had it. He had the girl, he had the power, and he finally had no one looking down upon him anymore. But if this was everything he had strived for, why of all things did he begin to feel the slight pull of fear? It was beckoning him as he walked into the ship's frantic control room.
Attacks on the rebel ships had ceased as all focus went to salvaging the ship's basic functions. Apparently shockwave they had felt was a by the Rebel cruiser hitting them at lightspeed. This bisected the left side of the Finalizer but fortunately didn't hit any vital mainframe components. Well, that could be said for his portion of the ship. Any crew members on the smaller portion would have been lost within the first couple of minutes after the collision due to loss of power and air supply. Those losses also don't account for the many fighters around the ship that were hit directly of by debris.
The hit wasn't crippling, though, for it didn't compare to what the rebels had suffered with only double digits remain among their flanks. So while the First Order suffered a scratch, the Rebels were dying as they flew to their little base on Crait. This meant that not only were they limited in number and supplies, but they would be trapped in a corner on this planet. Crait within minutes would be surrounded by both ships and communication blocks, so any distress signals would first be intercepted by The First Order.
This knowledge of security is what halted Kylo from immediately ordering an attack on the rebel base. He had Rey and with the Rebels cornered, so he decided it would be wiser for order to return to the flanks before any attacks proceed. This also gave him time to adjust to the new roles of Supreme Leader. And while he knew Snoke preferred to watch over operations instead of being in them, Kylo still felt it necessary to gather information and make rounds the way he'd done before the change of events.
He was in the middle of these rounds, being informed by command on the remaining energy levels of the ship, when the Force began to stir, fogging his mind all while making it alert. He blinked as she was there, sitting crossed legged in the middle of the floor. Her head was bowed and somehow the Force seemed to radiate off her in waves. This was the first time the Bond had ever been connected in the middle of a public setting so to make it not obvious, Kylo simply cleared his throat to get her attention. As cued, she looked up, and when their eyes met, a force hit his stomach making him double over in pain. The Bond flared instantaneously, signifying that Rey was experiencing the same thing.
Before anyone could question what was happening, Kylo raced to find solitude. He knew this was unprofessional and there would somehow be backlash on leaving a briefing, but he couldn't look weak in front of these people. That would cause more damage than what he was doing now. The closest room was a droid maintenance center. Luckily every droid was in operation so the room was vacant, well except for the girl still sitting on the floor in front of him. She hadn't moved and he could tell she was fighting against the pain that they were both still feeling.
"What is this?" Kylo gasped while bracing against a wall. It felt as if his stomach was trying to rip out of his abdomen.
"I... I don't know," Rey spoke through slightly gritted teeth. She tried staying strong herself but this feeling was unbearable. She first thought Kylo caused it, assuming it had been a new ability gained through the death of the Sith Lord but it wouldn't make sense if he was feeling it too. She reached down with a hand to shakily stand up, to approach Kylo. This pain may be strong but it won't stop her from facing the larger problem. "You lied. Maybe the Force is showing us how hopeless you truly are."
Kylo looked up to meet her eyes. "Or maybe it's realizing that you're willing to become a traitor." He studied her face, noticing every detail, watching how she reacted to this same pain. Kylo couldn't help but notice that even though he felt her confusion as well as her agony, she remained strong. She never once winced. Pathetic. While she was able to stand there, he was doubled over against a wall. He could hear Snoke's voice growling in the back of his mind calling him weak. A surge of anger forced Kylo to stand up. Reaching his full height, he looked down upon Rey and sneered. "Be ready scavenger, we have a very specific way of dealing with traitors like you."
Rey then finally winced, those words hitting her like a saber through the heart, but instead of letting them settle, she closed her eyes. Again going back to Luke's teachings, she took a deep breath and reached out to fill the hurt with the Light. Suddenly all the pain ceased with her stomach settling back to where it was supposed to be. Rey opened here eyes and realized the connection ended. Immediately though, the Light she had called upon began to dissipate as her true feeling began to solidify. It was not longer fear that formed, no, it was anger that seeped into her heart.
Kylo Ren gasped as the connection ended in a rush of energy, a sense of peace that seemed so foreign to him. His mind refused to accept it, repulsed by its pungent presence. Yet, when the pain subsided in his stomach and the Light settled around him, an inhale was all it took to feel the calmness it was so desperately offering. His anger seemed less powerful and his mind became less loud. Unsure of how to act, Kylo turned to leave. Too consumed with understanding the effects of the Light, he didn't realize his feet were leading him to the Finalizer's containment units.
~Update: I still have no idea what I'm doing. Thank you for reading, and if you liked it (or didn't), don't be afraid to leave a review!~
