Hello there.

This is a rather brief a/n, but anyways. I will somewhat attempt to update regularly... but, honestly, I can't guarantee it, but I will try!. :) You know what? I don't even know if anyone is going to read this chapter, so why write this a/n? anyways.

Another somewhat notey note is that as I would have no idea where the Resistance could have gone, I'm not putting it :/ sorry.

If any characters seem somewhat... OOC, then please accept my apology and alert me and I'll see if I can change it... Oh yes and I refer to Kylo Ren as Ren because Kylo (alone) just sounds silly to me.

Ok sorry :) enjoy.

(how many flippin emojis am I even going to use!?)

Oh yes, I don't own star wars or it's characters.

Her mouth managed to move. "Fine. I'm fine. Why?"

He smirked, and for some reason that only infuriated her more. "Your reaction says otherwise."

"Do we have to talk?" Rey asked.

Ren shot her a wry smile. "I prefer it to the silence."

She stayed silent.

"We could discuss battle plans." Was that a hint of sarcasm that Rey detected?

"Snake." Rey spat out.

Bored, Ren folded his hands. "Yes, so you've said."

And that was it.

Ren opened his eyes to find Hux standing dangerously close to him, with one hand in his vest. Hux coughed and slightly adjusted his hand and pulled out a handkerchief, which Ren suspected was placed rather close to his blaster.

"General."

"Yes, Supreme Leader?" Hux made a failed attempt to pretend that he needed to wipe his nose.

"Don't bother. Just know I'll be watching you. Closely." Ren made a show of clipping his lightsaber to his belt, but even as he did, he felt his confidence waver.

Leia glanced at Rey walking in, clearly shaken, and she grabbed her by the arm and dragged into the hallway.

"Rey, I trust you."

"I trust you too." Rey trembled slightly.

Leia glanced around, before whispering, "I think one of our own is collaborating with the... enemy."

"What!?" She could hardly keep herself from yelling. "Well, why don't we do something about it? Put this person... in confinement!"

"Rey, wait, wait. I don't know who it is, but someone has attempted several unauthorized transmissions to companies and people associated with the First Order."

"No one would do that without covering their tracks better, surely?"

"I don't know."

*Some days later, because the author is lazy.*

"Get a sandwich if you want a god forsaken sandwich! I don't give a crap!" An angry voice yelled from behind her.

That caught Rey off guard. She turned around to find Kylo Ren catching his breath, his face extremely red.

"First order full of problems?"

"The First Order? More like life." he scoffed.

"Oh, good. That makes me glad. Is now a good time for attack?" Was she being almost... playful?

"Hardly." It was a little more like he could hardly keep himself from smiling. "Leading an organization is hard."

"I'm sure your mother could say the same. And actually, the First Order is less of an organization and more of a tyranny."

"Maybe."

"Aha! You admit it!" Rey was quite triumphant.

"Who are you?" Ben was confused.

"We've already been over this, Ben."

"No, I mean, you've changed. You're clearly funnier." He smiled.

Offended, she grew serious. "What? Funnier? To you? You're a murderer!"

"There's no getting through to you, is there?" He sighed, and suddenly they were back in reality, and he began yelling again about sandwiches.

Ok, so, it's funny to think that in such a serious world, they probably have sandwiches, right? How could a galaxy be so technologically advanced and not have SANDWICHES!? Ok I'm done being ridiculous, I swear I'll be more serious next chapter. If you hate me it's fine. This one was slightly shorter because life is complicated. So is death but I ain't dead.

Till next time :)