Rey was about to indulge in her evening pleasure.
No, not that type of pleasure, get your mind out of the gutter. There wasn't anything worth of fantasizing about on Jakku (not that she didn't look). Who needed a crush in the first place? Not Rey. Un-hun. Rey was a strong, independent woman, she didn't need any pretty boy (or girl) to fantasize about. Right?
And last time she had tried that (as she named it in her mind), she had fallen asleep in the middle of it. That was the proof that a scavenger life and a sexual one just didn't get along: one was too tiring for the other.
But anyway, that wasn't her evening pleasure in the first place, so there is no point in discussing that matter any further. It shall stay where it rightfully belongs, and that wasn't under Rey's sheets but scrambled into a tight ball and buried outside her house.
She took out an old music player from under her pillow, something she had miraculously saved from an intergalactic ship that had fallen on the sand, and carefully set it on her night table. She had spent a fortune in rations to keep it running, saving precious parts that had cost hours of her time in scavenging from the greedy hands of Unkar Plutt to repair it when it was broken.
It was the complete premium song collection of Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes, her favorite music group of all time (in facts, the only music group she knew, but that didn't mean she didn't love them), with speakers included so that she could listen to it anywhere she went. Not that she went anywhere with it, Plutt wasn't the only greedy person that walked under the harsh sun of Jakku, but still, it was exciting to know that she could take it with her. Wouldn't it blow anyone's mind?
As one could guess, there weren't many subjects of excitements in Rey's life.
She turned it on, and it started where she had left it: in the middle of Crazy About Me. It wasn't her favorite song and it didn't even have the singer's exotic voice on the record, but she left it, closing her eyes and humming along the jazzy tune.
One day, her family was going to come back for her, and she hoped that they would offer her a poster of the Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes to hang on wall of her room.
Now that was an exciting perspective.
BB-8, who was idly sitting in a corner after being rescued, perked up at the music and timidly rolled closer. He listened to the beat and the saxophones for a little, and started purring softly at it. The tune had BB-8 seal of special approval.
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Meanwhile, high in the subathmosphere of Jakku, the person most worthy of being fantasized about in a radius of a lightyear (a title he had stolen himself) was getting ready to shine like his life depended on it. It didn't, but Kylo was a dramatic type of person.
He entered the room where the prisoner was being held, tasting the fear that lingered in the air. Oh yes, the man was scared, scared like a little goldfish in the paws of a hungry cat. Poe couldn't see him, but he could sense him on an instinctive level, the Sith just knew it.
His toes were crawling in his shoes and he was trying to repress the urge to skip around the interrogatory room in excitement. In many ways, Kylo Ren, murderer of a big number of his own classmates back when he was barely thirteen and many more since then, was like a puppy. A murderous puppy with a laser saber and pretty destructive fits, but a puppy at heart, that had a little trouble with containing his misplaced joy.
Kylo found a lot of personal enjoyment in interrogation.
No… Not that kind of personal enjoyment. If it was, it wouldn't be an interrogatory any more and it would go against Hux's prisoner philosophy. Furthermore, it was a guy! Kylo was old enough to know that he was straight and, even if there had been that one time where he had supervised the Stormtrooper's swimming lesson, he wasn't interested. Well, not really. Maybe a little.
Enough of that subject!
He circled his prey and looked at him in the eyes. He was fairly good looking, maybe a little too much on that manly side for the Sith but the fear that oozed from every one of his pores was enough to make up. Poe had heard rumors of torture device and technics that the First Order had inherited from the Empire and what had been an almost laughing subject in front of a cup of booze turned into a sinister possibility once locked in this small room, specially since Kylo had made an appearance.
The latter didn't loose a moment. There were a lot of twinkly lights in this room, so it was best for him to stay focused on the task at hand.
"Where is the map?" He asked once more. It was a simple warm-up. Of course he knew that the pilot wasn't about to spit out the information, that would be stupid…
Secretly, Kylo was hoping that he would so that he could go to bed. It had been well over twenty busy hours since the last time his head had touched a pillow. Even if the Force was with him the Force wasn't coffee and he had ran out of raisin sugar tablets a few days ago, thanks to that stupid Stormtrooper who had been sent on an errand to buy him some but who had come back with ten packages of powder sugar. Now, not only was he suffering from sugar loss but he his cabinets back at his suite was full of something that looked like coke and that he refused to eat in compensation.
"I will never tell!" Spat back the pilot. Wrong answer.
The Sith arm wiped up like a cobra and he crashed into the mind of his victim with his full power. Taken by surprise, the pilot took a moment to recuperate and try to push him back – a hard thing to do if you had never received any training. The only thing Kylo caught was the brief image of a small white and orange robot, a ship, and the face of General Leia – nothing of importance – before everything was taken back and Poe started to kick him out of his head.
They both faced each other, physically not touching but mentally wrestling like two enraged bulls high on testosterone. It was a mad battle of mind, but it wasn't equal. If they would have truly been bulls, Poe would be a frail calf and Kylo an overpowered monster fed with pure steroids and proteins. A black one, of course. What else? Rainbow?
The fight ended as soon as it started, with the pilot understanding that he couldn't face him and turning his heels to run away. If it would only have been about him, he would have stood his ground until he was a bloody little pile of flesh, but it wasn't. It was about BB-8…
Kylo lunged on the information and tried to grab it before it was too late, but Poe managed to slip between his sharp teeth. Neither of them were horny anymore: the pilot had changed into a scared little rabbit and the Sith had unleashed his inner puppy that actually looked like a bulldog mixed like a pit-bull the size of a horse. Nobody had ever said that puppies needed to look cute.
To distract him, the prey tried to bring up some other images then the one he shouldn't reveal, but… they weren't the most creative of all. Even so, Kylo was glad that he had kept his mask, because they made his face burn like it was on fire. Not that he was feeling shy, he had seen enough of these kind of things, but they were rather… unexpected.
Breasts. Nipples. Bigger breasts. A butt in shorts. A butt without shorts. A butt that slowly changed into balls… One over the other. White with orange circles on the side. A friend who had ran away… with something precious… Something that didn't need to be found…
"No," whimpered Poe when he realized his mistake.
The apprentice smirked, the heat of his cheeks fading away as he pinned down his prey under him, squeezing him under his weight. The pilot started to turn red from being pressed so roughly, and spilled right there what the Sith wanted. Satisfied, Kylo snapped back and turned away, walking straight out of the room and leaving a waisted pilot that was fighting to recover his breath.
He bumped into captain Phasma.
The captain was obviously someone giving him a lot of trouble. Not because of her personality: she was an effective member of the First Order and a respected mother of three children that he husband raised back on her home planet. But she was always clad in that shiny armor and Kylo was dying to just reach out and touch, hence looking totally inappropriate.
So he refrained himself and looked away while walking. She promptly followed him, used to never being looked at in the eye by the Sith.
"There is a droid back on Jakku who's name is BB-8. It has the map. Find it and bring it to me," he ordered.
"Right away, sir." She saluted and turned around to walk in the opposite direction.
He sighted lightly. He was so going to bed right now. Who knows when he would be able to get more sleep now, so it was best to try and get as much as he could.
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She was in the desert, standing alone and looking up at the shiny stars. She felt at ease and full of wonder, like each time she stared into the twinkling lights of a zillion suns that splashed across the full sky in a wondrous demonstrations of the universe itself.
She suddenly noticed a black spot.
At first, it was very small, a simple anomaly, a curiosity. But it was getting bigger and bigger by the moment, eating up all its neighbors. She felt an immense fear as she watched it grow and blowing out each star like tiny candles.
Soon she was staring into pure darkness. It had taken the sky, but it still wanted more, so it started to take the desert as well, starting from the far edge and slowly coming closer to her. She braced herself and felt the urge to run, but she was surrounded and trapped under it.
That was when she started to glow, a glow that quickly morphed into a full shine. She was a star herself, the last star in the darkness. The light that emitted from her was strong, but it wasn't coming form her. She could feel that it was something else, something she had always guessed but never defined. Peace overflowed her and no fear entered her heart, even when the darkness ate the sand under her feet – she was safe from it.
She was standing in complete darkness, a night so dark she had never seen anything like it. But it wasn't only that. It was hate, it was anger, it was fear that surrounded her, that caressed her skin and tried to take her. But she was strong. She could sense them but they weren't affecting her.
Then she looked up once more.
And, in all this fear, in all the hate, in all this anger, in all this darkness that overpowered everything, she saw a small, weak star, far above her, that fought to stay alive.
Rey suddenly woke up to the slow tune of a song she didn't bother to identify. It was slow and obviously romantic, but it wasn't fitting her mood.
She had fallen asleep resting on the edge of her makeshift bed, her knees tucked under it and her head resting in the middle of her folded arms as the music kept playing on her nightstand. The cold was biting her bare face and hands as it snuck in though the cranks and crevices of her little home. Once upon a time, the AT-AT had been isolated enough to walk on icy planets if needed, but that was before spending over thirty years laying in the sand with no maintenance apart form the skill of a broke girl who could have done something if she would have had the time and the money.
She stopped the tune and got in between the sheets. At least she wasn't missing any extra blanket – and for the first time in forever, she had company. BB-8 had powered out next to her pillow, after having finding a way to climb on the bed. She smile softly and passed an arm around it. His metal surface wasn't anything near warm or even soft, in fact it was covered in tiny dents from years of rolling around on all sort of materials, but it was the closest she had come to spending the night with an other living being (apart from rodents that usually starved to death in her company due to the lack of food).
She tried to forget her dream by thinking about what to do with the tiny robot once the aurora would rise once more over the desert. Bringing it to town seemed like a good idea, but she couldn't help but worry about it being captured once more by scavengers. In a way, it reminded her of herself, a poor little thing being left on this planet as the most important persons to her heart flew away in a space shuttle.
Deep down, she selfishly hoped that the robot wouldn't find its master so that it could stay with her.
She smiled and chased those thoughts away, but that only made room for memories of her dream to come charging back.
She thought that the visions of the night were only a product of her brain that randomly made it up to pass time as it was taken in the depth of sleep, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth in this one. She played with the though, before shrugging it off and falling back into the arms of a dreamless night.
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It suddenly occurred to me while writing the interrogatory scene that anyone making slash parings would find this moment full off potential. Quick reminders: in the film, the scene stops right after Poe says that he will never reveal where the map is, then jumps to the moment where Kylo comes out of the room and say that it is inside a droid lost on the surface of Jakku. One can only imagine what happened between the two moment…
I don't have a sick mind, only a scientific one, so I had to go on a quest to discover if someone out there had done the unforgivable. No one has… yet. (Well, actually… I almost did. If you read the paragraph after Poe's line that starts with '"No," wimpered Poe', it can be understood in two very different ways once brought out of context…)
More notes on Kylo's name! Someone has brought to my attention (thanks, Mademoiselle le Chat) that Ben sounds like 'come' (ven) in Spanish, and that Solo meant alone… So his name literally meant come alone. I am not personally sure that it is relevant to Kylo as depicted in the film but it still wanted to share it with you guys because it's cool. Who knows, maybe it will inspire me.
Also, I have seen this confusion on several fics out here. Kylo Ren is actually his full name, with Kylo being his name and Ren his surname. Call him what you want, I won't sue you for that, but unless you are Japanese or you want to stay really formal (which is the same thing), calling him Ren isn't relevant. Tempting, since Ren is a pretty awesome name, but not relevant.
And while we're talking about names, do you know the word for butt in German? No? It's Po. Yes, I have made saucer eye though the whole Kung Fu Panda movies (soon to be a trilogy, by the way) and had nearly chocked when I heard mister pilot here presenting himself to Finn. Now that is better then any joke about slash fanfictions and smut in this entire chapter!
Last but not least: the group mentioned in this chapter actually exists in the star wars universe. Check it out.
(Bonus)
A Star Wars and Pokemon Crossover!
Oh no! A wild KYLOREN appears!
"IalwaysgetwhatIwant!" Roars the dangerous dark type wild Pokemon, the skull of his grandfather hiding his facial features. He prepared to fire a Laser Beam.
"Rey, I choose you!" Say Clayem as she swings a pokeball in the air.
"YoullneverbeasstongasDarthVader!" She cries, engaging in a fierce battle pose as she soon as she materializes. Being a fairy type, she surely has an advantage over him. Her special power 'female badassery' drastically lowered the KYLOREN's concentration!
"Rey, use flash!"
A bright light emits from Rey and blinds her opponent, lowering his precision drastically. They soon both use the move sword dance to heighten their attack before striking.
But suddenly… Clayem runs out of inspiration! She used to much of it on the last chapter of Magpie's Syndrome! Both fighters stop in their tracks forever…
THE END