Phi's Notes:
So here's Chapter 3 as promised. :) Hopefully after this chapter I can begin with the smut (I DO need some kind of buildup, you know!), so thanks in advance for bearing with me. I'll try to release new chapters every 3-5 days, some chapters might take longer because of schoolwork/physical therapy (I hurt my knee at the gym a while back D:)
Thank you for continuing to read btw! It makes me super duper happy even though I still have no idea what I'm doing lol
-Phi
"Ow!" You whimpered, as the paramedic dabbed your wound with an odd, malodorous navy substance. But the male paramedic disregarded you, probably sick of hearing the wounded protest (or maybe he thought you were cute and he was too shy to respond - hah, you're hilarious), letting some fluid seep into the wound which only made it burn even more. He wore a bleached, heavy cotton vest with an embroidered red symbol on his left shoulder, which presumably stood for health services. You clasped the rigid bed in the Starkiller's medical unit holding back a groan, propping your head against a small pillow that reeked heavily of medication.
At the medical unit door, you saw a familiar shrouded figure you dreaded seeing right now. Oh, GREAT. Time for Round 2 of pain. Kylo's body language was (as always); rigid, his shoulders pressed back making his torso form a pleasant V shape. With a motion of his hand, the paramedic scuttled out of the room, quietly addressing Kylo and seeing himself out.
Suddenly, you felt the needles perforate your head again.
"Do you… really think I knew about Roth escaping? I'm actually… engh…. just as surprised about it as you are… agh….", you whispered through clenched teeth, trying to endure the pain of the head invasion. Kylo set his hand down reluctantly without a word, apparently recognizing that you were right. Thank god.
"If you want to kill me, go ahead. But know that it won't solve anything anyway. If he's with the so-called Resistance or not, my death won't stop their plans. Whatever they are." You added, your voice a touch weaker. The room fell silent. Oh shit. Hopefully you didn't give him any ideas.
"You and I both know I can't just kill you." Kylo broke the stillness with a hint of gentleness to his voice, a tone until now unfamiliar to you. He detached his mask with a hiss, and threw it to the ground with an audible, heavy thud. For the first time, you could drink in his real features. His face was long and lean with murky, profound eyes that seemed to scorch right through you. His hair was charcoal and long, slicked back with lax waves winding around his ears. His lips were full, slightly parted in a grimace. He sat in a plain metal chair opposite from your bed, bowing his head and massaging the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"You're causing me more problems than intended." Kylo groaned through gritted teeth, an agitated expression adorning his face. His jaw seemed partially clenched.
"Well if I'm causing so many problems, wouldn't it be more convenient do just do away with me?"
"Why do you insist on being so defiant? I just spared your life." Kylo placed a distinct, irritated emphasis on the last two words.
"Oh please. I am not afraid of you." You glowered at him.
The moment you said that, Kylo lifted his head slowly. His eyes were embers, burning with wrath. His lips were drawn into a straight line, taut. He was glaring at you with an incredibly uncomfortable intensity. He gradually stood from the chair, the irate glare lively in his eyes. He approached you with clenched fists.
But then, his hands closed in on your wrists as he approached your face. He bent into you, making his way to your lips. His warm lips locked into yours, and you could feel warmth radiate through you. Your lips were motionless at first, in shock, but you quickly attuned and began to follow the tempo of his kiss. At first it started out soft and tender, but it slowly began to intensify. You shuddered, as he began to deepen the kiss once you followed suit. He was breathing unevenly now, his grip on your wrists tightening like snakes. You could feel his nails trying to puncture through the leather, in a vain attempt to claw into your skin. You could feel hints of his warm velvety tongue slip on your lips periodically, as he kissed you roughly, hungrily. There was something animalistic about the way he kissed you. You outstretched your fingers to caress the soft skin of his neck, when he pulled away abruptly. Kylo spun on his heel and left the medical unit. He exited the room, the doors hissing slowly behind him.
Then the whole situation dawned on you. What the fuck just happened? That kiss was REALLY out of the blue, and why'd he just leave like that? Did he regret it? But what confused you the most was that he kissed you and you enjoyed it. Get it together, what's wrong with you? You DEFINITELY have Stockholm Syndrome. Why did you even enjoy that? Everything about this was so fucked up.
You sighed, and reclined against the pillow with a plop, feeling your subconscious attack you . You felt electricity surge through your body, still turned on by the kiss.
Jesus Christ there is seriously something wrong with me…. and him, you thought to yourself and pulled a thin, cerulean blanket over yourself and closed your eyes.
All of a sudden, you saw a man step through the hissing doors again. It wasn't Kylo, but rather a thin man with coarse, corn-blond hair. It was combed back neatly, in fact everything about him seemed really neat, down to the way he stood. But he seemed like one of those men bothered by everything, maybe even a little bossy. "So you're the girl Kylo has been training. My name is General Hux, it's a pleasure to have you on board." He shot you a professional smile.
You nodded. "Nice to meet you too."
"Well, I suppose soon enough you'll be getting the gist of things around here. The reason why I'm here is to inform you that here's going to be a small meeting, and I'm actually here to get you dressed and ready."
"You're not going to dress me." You leered.
Hux chuckled, crossing his arms. Something about his laugh seemed a little condescending. "Of course I'm not going to dress you. Your quarters are in the next room up ahead, you can do that on your own. You have a bed, shower, bathroom and a female uniform you can wear. Once you're done resting, of couse." You had the urge to ask Hux where Kylo went, but inferred that it probably wasn't that good of an idea. That and he probably wouldn't tell you, from what you could make out he did perceive you as inferior. You glanced over at your wound, brownish-red spots dotting the bandage. You frowned.
"The cut wasn't deep, but not shallow enough to be passed off. You can walk, just be wary of changing the bandages to avoid infection. You've also been provided with medication in your room." He said. "I will await your presence in the Main Room along with the rest of the staff." He gave you a simple nod as a goodbye, and left the medical unit. You hoisted yourself off of the bed, and started to walk towards your room with a slight limp. Something about Hux was waaaaay off.
Your room doors hissed open, revealing a contemporary looking bedroom. There was a single, queen-sized bed in the center of the room with a fluffy white comforter. To your left was a black/dark brown closet with silver your right was a small room, equipped with a toilet and a shower. Everything about this room felt so… Futuristic, from the finishes to the large window near your bed revealing colorful planetts. You stripped yourself of your clothing (sticky with sweat, diet and blood) and stepped into the bathroom shower, sliding the glass doors shut behind you. You opened the shower knob, a generous amount of warm water soaking you. It was so relaxing. As you massaged a hair product into your hair (which smelled a billion times nicer than the one you used at home), you couldn't help but think of Kylo. Was he okay? The kiss was so sudden, you didn't know what to make of it. But you couldn't help but feel attracted to him too. And Roth… Where did he go? Hopefully he's safe. Your brother has always been a tough guy, so you had faith that wherever he was, he was okay… Maybe he set out to look for you? Roth probably didn't even know you were on the Starkiller, too. You turned the shower knob off and wrapt yourself in a towel, stepping back into the room. The temperature difference made you shiver. Next to your bed you could see a hanger with a neatly pressed uniform.
The uniform resembled Hux's, black with pleather detailing. Except in this case, the jacket was paired with a knee-length charcoal skirt. You donned the uniform, pressing away the smooth material of any wrinkles. You brushed through your semi-dry hair and let it down, although you weren't too sure if you were supposed to. Isn't your hair supposed to be slicked back into a bun or ponytail? You smoothed your loose hair down with a brush, in an attempt to look decent. It didn't. Sigh, you gave up and decided to slick your hair back into a ponytail instead. Your captors win again. You slipped on a pair of low, leather kitten heels provided for you. You were surprised as to how they'd predicted your shoe size.
After getting dressed, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty professional. Sorta.
You left your room around 7:00 pm, and headed towards the Main Room (er, well, you got lost actually but luckily a Trooper was able to guide you go the main room). You could see various men reunited together, chattering, all wearing suits very similar to Hux's.
Hux placed a hand on your shoulder, which made you jump. "Kylo Ren's a little busy, so I'll have to guide you instead." You looked at him uneasily. "Will he be back soon?" You prodded.
"Not sure." Hux shook his head. "Come." He guided you towards a table with three men, one of . "So you are the girl that everyone's been talking about." One of them smiled, outstretching his palm. You noticed a blocky, silver ring on his ring finger with the symbol of the First Order. The man had salt-and-pepper hair, slicked back just like Hux and shaved clean. Small creases were beginning to form in the corners of his hazel eyes, and around his thin mouth. He smelled like peppermint. "A pleasure to meet you. First Lieutenant Ashley."
You took his hand, shaking lightly. "Nice to meet you."
"How does it feel to be the talk of the town?" He smiled lightheartedly, taking a sip from a tall blue glass on the table. "The whole phenomenon is interesting, least to say. Someone with your capabilities could assist this movement vastly. The Resistance doesn't even know of your existence, and once they do it'll be too late. It'll be an honor to witness the development of your skills."
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"Well, that sounds like something an engineer would say."
You stared at him. "An engineer?"
He smiled again. "Reading our theories had."
"What do you mean by reading our theories had? Reading our theories had what?" You had.
"Reading our theories had." He sounded out each word, a prominent smirk on his face. "Let me know if you are interested." He got up from the chair, and
You sat there, confused. What could he possibly mean by that? You turned the phrase over in your head, and soon you found yourself spelling the words out with your finger. Reading…. Our… Wait. You fetched a piece of paper, and began to write the phrase down.
Reading
Our
Theories
Had
Holy shit. He knows where Roth is. You crumbled the paper in your fist, and marched directly to Lt. Ashley, who was standing with another group of men guffawing.
"Lt. Ashley!" you called to him. He turned to you with a kind smile, parting himself slightly from the group. "Where do I read these theories?"
Ashley grinned. "Ah yes. Come with me." He gestured for you to step. The two of you sauntered towards the hallways. The silence made you nervous, probably realizing it wasn't such a good idea to be alone with this man. Lt. Ashley stopped.
"Girl, how far are you willing to go to see Roth again?"
Is this some kind of sexual proposal? You stepped back, and decided to return to the party instead.
Lt. Ashley gripped your hand, twisting it behind you and your torso with it, until he had you in a headlock. "Roth is dead."
Your eyes widened. "What do you mean he's dead?!" Lt. Ashley erupted in an elegant laugh. "He died by my blade, the Resistance scum. Now Kylo Ren wants to appease to the Supreme Leader using you. I can't let that happen, we've been working so hard to overthrow him." He began to tighten the squeeze on your neck. You could feel the oxygen escaping your lungs.
You really had it in you to get into stupid situations. You just hoped there was a way to escape this one…
Zoom.
You heard a lightsaber crackle. Lt. Ashley's face transformed into a scowl, and his decapitated head tumbled to the ground. Lt. Ashley's entire body fell to the ground with a thud, and you managed to wriggle yourself out of his heavy body. You could see the reflection of a red lightsaber, and you instantly knew it was Kylo.
"Thank you…" you eyed Kylo happily as Kylo Ren put his lightsaber away.
"How do you even…" Kylo trailed off. He saved himself the scolding, and instead heaved a heavy sigh. "You are incredibly gullible." He said finally. "Although through your gullibility we were able to find the information mole."
"Did he really kill Roth?" You pleaded.
He sighed. "We're not entirely sure. We'd have to check what Lt. Ashley was truly doing during his period on the Starkiller, I'll have a team investigate." Kylo replied. "But… as for you, I believe a punishment is in order. You get yourself into too many predicaments, it's unbelievable."
You gulped.
(Alright, I'll stop this chapter here :) Now it's back to studying for exams Q.Q Thank you and have a lovely week!)
