Kylo Ren woke in a cold sweat. Skin crawling. He felt violated. The damn girl had been in his head. Again. Just like the previous time she had wormed her way into his head, he had not seen her. He had though, felt the light radiating from her. Ren stood, fists balled, breathing through his teeth he made his way to the fresher. As he stared at his long, pale face, he suddenly became very paranoid.

"How do I know you're not watching me now?" He said aloud to the empty room

The room did not reply.

He growled. He could not afford to be paranoid, Snoke would sense it. Snoke sensed all. Kylo huffed, and continued about his morning preparations in a foul mood.

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Kylo, Knight of Ren, enjoyed training, he enjoyed being vastly better than his fellow, inferior Knights. Faster, stronger, more resilient. Kylo Ren was at the top of the ladder, Kylo Ren was above all other beings. Today, however, he did not enjoy besting his followers.

"My Lord" A Knight's young apprentice confronted him, voice shaking "have you taken ill?"

Activity in the training hall ceased, eyes turning towards Ren. The other Knights knew it was best not to ask Kylo Ren personal questions. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.

Ren turned to face the boy, speaking through his teeth he spat "How dare you ask me such questions!" Ren drew his sabre, a shadow passing through his soul.

The apprentice seemed to try to hide in himself, looking around desperately for his master, nobody would meet his frightened eyes.

Kylo raised his sabre high over his head, ready to strike. The apprentice tried to back away, but tripped over his own heavy feet. He closed his eyes as he prepared for Ren to unleash his wrath on him. The pain never came. The boy opened one eye slightly, to see Kylo Ren storming out of the hall, his black cloak billowing angrily around his shoulders, sabre spitting with energy.

Kylo's most well-known trait was his extremely unstable mood. He was known to sulk around the base, seething silently to himself. Often, the other inhabitants of the base heard him muttering to himself "Solo", "the girl", and "connected". On many occasions, Troopers on patrol duty had come across him screaming in rage and destroying his chambers with his sabre, to which they had learned to back off and to never mention it to Ren. But the rumours of him becoming more and more emotionally injured were spreading, even Ren knew this. It had turned into a daily occurrence for him to destroy several items during training, or elsewhere in the base.

On this day, however, Kylo Ren stormed straight to his shuttle, eyes wild with a mixture of terror and fury under his mask. His beloved shuttle was perhaps the only place Ren could go to be completely alone, and the only place he would never destroy with his sabre. As he strode on board, ramp closing behind him, he dropped his heavy mask to the floor and threw off his outer cloak, his thin but muscular frame slightly more exposed than before.

Ren climbed into the pilot seat and began flicking switches, the comms buzzing with static.

"My lord" A voice crackled over the intercom "Your ship is not scheduled for take-off"

"I am Kylo Ren, I don't need my ship scheduled for take-off. I suggest, for your own safety, you allow me to take off" Ren shouted at the radio.

"Very well Sir, bay one cleared for departure"

Ren's shuttle shuddered into life as it took off, his head swam with confusion as he silenced the comms, the man on the other end demanding to know where he was going. Kylo smiled inwardly as he disabled his tracker, he was completely alone with his thoughts.

His thoughts and possibly the scavenger girl.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Was she here now?

Why could she get in his head? More importantly, HOW could she get in his head? Kylo was one of the strongest force users in the galaxy, second only to Supreme Leader Snoke and a handful of others. She had no force training, yet she had beat him in battle, and could now snoop around in his thoughts. Fuck. However, Snoke was right, Ren did have feelings for this girl. Sure, he still hated her stupid fucking scavenger guts, but he definitely felt something else too. He recalled the event in the snow, when he had spared her. Why had he spared her? Kylo was filled with confusion, his hands shook as he controlled his shuttle out of the atmosphere and away from Moraband. Ren didn't have a desired location in mind, but he lurched his ship into hyperspace to escape the rumour filled halls of the First Order.

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Kylo Ren didn't stop flying until his hands cramped and eyes began to droop. His dash informed him that he had ventured far into the outer rim, and he was coming into contact with the temperate planet of Muunilist. Excellent. This was a planet untouched by the First Order and the damned Resistance. The shuttle shuddered as he descended into the atmosphere, clouds parting as the black X-Wing displaced them. The ground came into view, dense forest and rolling hills, he remembered his father showing him an old photograph of this planet when he was very young. Woah. Ren shook his head, where had that thought come from, he scowled and focused on forcing that tiny beam of light from his mind.

Kylo put his shuttle down in a clearing surrounded by towering trees. He rose from his seat, legs shaking due to their long period of inactivity. Exhaustion hit him like a brick wall, he stifled a yawn as he headed to his quarters. He fell asleep almost the second his head touched the soft pillow. In his dreams he saw a familiar girl boarding an orange and white ship, waving farewell to a… Was that a Wookiee?

Kylo Ren awoke some hours later, to find another soul aboard his shuttle. No, a girl. Shit. He sprang out of the bed he had fallen asleep on fully clothed, and froze. As he peaked through the crack in his door, he saw that fucking Jakku girl. He reached for his sabre, and swore as he realised it was still in the cockpit of his ship. The girl was sitting in the kitchen area of his ship, at his table. His table. She was defiling his ship with her very presence. He began to formulate a plan.

"I know you're there, Ren. You may as well just come sit" Her voice echoed through the shuttle

Kylo stood, mouth hanging open in a combination of fear, shock, and horror. How did she find him? He placed his mask over his thin face to hide his emotion, and draped himself in his black cloak. He ventured out to scope his surroundings.

Rey turned to face him "You do not seriously sleep with that thing on, do you?" she scoffed "Sit."

Ren thought better than to argue with this girl, he sat down heavily.

"I made you some caff, I imagine you take it black?"

Was that a joke?

Kylo stared at the steaming mug, he didn't touch it.

"Why are you here, girl" he said darkly, trying to keep his confusion under control. He couldn't see his sabre.

"Rey. My name is Rey" she rolled her eyes "I wanted to talk to you, I don't believe you are half as scary as everyone believes you to be. Otherwise, you would have killed me back on Starkiller."

Ren said nothing. Rey, Pretty name. Her face was pale in the dim light of the shuttle, her blue eyes darker than before.

"Anyway, we are connected in some way. As you may have guessed." Rey continued, she straightened herself up "And I have reasons to believe that the compassion you showed me on Starkiller was… Was a part of your former self breaking through."

Kylo breathed through his teeth, he wanted to be angry, he wanted to scream, to laugh and tell her how wrong she was. But he couldn't. He was dedicated to the dark side, to the First Order, to their beliefs and practises. However, he knew that there was still a part of him, still a part of the Solo boy inside him, and he was beginning to break free.

"I know how you feel about Snoke" The girl continued, fiddling with her hands, she was nervous "And I thought we could help each other out."

Ren stared. He was curious.

"We kill Snoke."