Ren grew very bored waiting for Mika to finish her business in his chamber. He considered leaving, but he wanted to be there when she was done to let her know to keep the fuck out of his chamber. He stopped watching the painstakingly slow process and sat on the floor with his back to the wall, waiting. It was over an hour later when he felt a familiar spike in energy from the room. He stood quickly and looked into the room. The man, still strapped down, was convulsing. He'd be done in a moment. She, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen, but he could still feel her presence.

The man stopped moving. Ren felt his existence wink out. He wondered where she was.

After a few moments, the heavy door clanked and whurred open.

The smell from the room was atrocious. Burnt flesh. It was definitely acid.

She sat on the floor next to the door with her hands draped over her knees. She didn't look at him. "What do you want?"

"This is my chamber. You don't have any business asking me what I'm doing here."

She got to her feet slowly, her knees stiff. "Hm. Thank you for letting me use it."

She turned to him, spattered with blood. He was confused for a moment until he noticed the man had injuries he couldn't see from the small window. She must have had to injure him to make him weak enough to tie down.

"I didn't let you use it."

She dismissed the comment with a shrug.

He looked at the corpse, "Do I even want to know what this was about?"

"Probably not." She wiped the side of her face, smearing blood across her cheek. She didn't really seem to notice.

"Hux is pissed."

"I'm sure he is. I don't really care."

"I'm supposed to take you back to your quarters."

"That is where I would like to go."

He looked at her for a moment, "Well I can't really do that when you're covered in blood. You'd draw a little too much attention. There's a wash room right down the hallway. It's for the prisoners, but nobody will be using it now."

She nodded a little, "Please show me where it is."

He lead her down the hallway to the shower. She trailed after slowly, tracing the wall with her fingertips, leaving a streak of blood as a trail. He thought about telling a trooper to come clean it up, then decided it might be a nice touch for incoming prisoners.

He stopped in front of the shower room and put in his code. The door slid open just in time for her to reach it. She stopped oddly in front of the door, looking at him. Or rather, she didn't really seem to look at him, but at his feet. It was a little hard to tell where she was looking with the goggles.

The room had four blocked off showers against one wall, with walls tall enough for some semblance of privacy but short enough that guards would always have a decent view of the prisoner.

"Well…" He motioned for her to go in.

She tilted her head like she didn't understand.

"Come on." He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her into the room, then re-entered his code so the door shut again. "No offense, but I'm not about to leave you alone anywhere. I won't be able to see you when you're in the shower. I just don't trust you to not sneak off."

"That is probably smart." She stood there, not doing anything.

"What are you waiting for?"

She shrugged, taking off her left glove. She reached up to his face again, running her thumb along his scar. He hated it. Both his scar, and her touching it. Especially her touching it. He jerked back, "What are you…"

"It is interesting to me… That is a fresh scar, no?"

He scowled at her. "Yes. It's none of your business."

"It is interesting that you say it is none of my business, yet you chose to keep it when it is located in such a noticeable place. They are good at healing scars now… I'm sure they could have healed it so that it was completely unnoticeable."

They could have. He wanted to keep it. For some reason he felt that keeping it would serve as a reminder to him… a reminder of the weakness of his attachments. He needed it just as much as he hated it.

She reached up again and traced the scar up to his cheekbone before he jerked away again. "Quit touching me. I don't know why you keep trying to touch it…"

She sighed. "I have always tried to hide mine." She removed her goggles and he could see, rather awkwardly, why she kept touching his face. The flesh around both her eyes, and across the bridge of her nose, was terribly scarred. And her eyes... unfocused. She was blind.

"Oh. Um…"

"Most people cannot tell. I think I am good at hiding it."

She was. A lot of things made more sense now. Like why she wouldn't follow after him in a crowded hall. And why her feedback was so difficult to read. Most people's feedback came as a mix of images and feelings and words, but hers was always hazy, hard to read. And it explained why she was always smirking. It wasn't by choice. She had some sort of nerve damage, resulting in a permanent, lopsided smirk on her face.

"You are luckier than me, in a sense. When this happened to me, they did not have such good medication to heal the scarring. I didn't have the option to hide it."

"So you're completely…"

"The left one is useless. The right, I can see..." She waved a hand in front of her face, "Fuzz. Grey fuzz. And some movement. They are basically useless."

"The man back there..."

"Mm." She nodded. "This was his doing. Among many other things. He… he was a cruel person. He deserved what I did to him. He deserved worse, actually. That was the best I could come up with."

"It was pretty clever."

Her smirk was genuine. "Thank you."

"You had a long time to think about it?"

"Mm. Almost 15 years, now. I was very young when it happened."

He wondered how someone could justify doing such a thing to a young girl. But then, there was that whole thing he did to the padawans Luke was training. This was different though.

"Do you know who my sister and I are?"

"I don't."

"We were born into the old ruling family of Ysook."

"You're Volkov's?"

She nodded, "Yes, you've heard of our family?"

"Most have."

"I suppose so. When I was a girl, there was a group interested in overthrowing my family. It is a wealthy planet, I can see where one would be tempted. It began with attempted bribes and threats... When nothing worked, the group began to escalate their attempts, trying to scare them to giving up their power. They hired that bastard back there to take me and use me to blackmail my family. He was quite clever with it." She pulled off her other glove and he saw her right hand was cybernetic. Beautifully designed, no doubt very expensive custom work, with black and silver caging on the outside and little hexagonal openings to the wiring and beneath. "He kept me for 157 days, so I am told. I have very little recollection of the time. He and his crew… they did this to me."

She wiggled the cybernetic fingers in an almost fascinated manner. She took off her oversized jacket next and dropped it onto the floor carelessly. She wore a sleeveless shirt underneath - her entire right arm was cybernetic, connecting seamlessly with her flesh at her shoulder. "I do remember them taking the arm. That was the first thing they took. My vision was the second thing." She slipped out of the short, chunky work boots she wore and he could see both her feet were cybernetic as well. "Then it was the left leg, then the right. I suppose I am lucky they found me before the bastard could take my left arm. I would be a stump without it."

"They're custom?"

She nodded. She looked odd, standing in front of him with her fake limbs and baggy hat and unfocused eyes.

They were both quiet.

"You are a little clueless aren't you?" She frowned. "I don't know where the shower is."

"Oh." He felt like an ass again. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her across the room and into a stall. When he let go, she ran her hand along the wall until she located the water knobs.

"Ah. Thank you, Ren."

He turned and went back to stand by the door. She threw her clothing out of the stall onto the ground and turned the water on. He watched her cybernetic feet in the shower.

After a few moments, she shouted to him from under the water stream. "I thought you said you weren't going to trust me alone."

"I'm still here."

She laughed. "You are very clueless."

It sunk in after a few moments. He went to the door of her shower.

He had noticed her hair peeking out from under the floppy hat she always wore. The sides were shaved short, with a pattern cut into them. Without the hat, he realized that the pattern wasn't really a pattern, or at least not an intentional pattern. It was a series of several scars covering her head. He'd seen similar ones before, from head surgeries.

Her left leg was cybernetic just past her knee. The right was cybernetic all the way to her hip. She faced away from him.

"You see what I mean? I would be a stump." She laughed, "I am sorry. I know it's rather unattractive."

He was playing with his lips, a nervous habit he'd always hated. "No. They're actually kind of beautiful, I think." They were very elegantly designed.

"Hm." She pushed the short, wet fringe away from her face. "Do you prefer just to watch?"

"Would that be bad?"

"Yes. It would be selfish."

"I tend to excel in that."

She laughed again and turned, stepping toward him. He placed a few fingers on her bare arm, guiding her the rest of the way. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself onto him, and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, brushing his lips with hers. He was certain she was about to kiss him when she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down just hard enough that it hurt a little. When she pulled back he could taste blood.

He grabbed the back of her head and forced his mouth onto hers, pushing her up against the shower wall, under the stream of water. When he started at her neck, he could hear her laughing as she dug her fingers into his wet hair. He pressed against her and nipped at her neck.

"Oh, I knew you'd be fun." Her tone was almost comically jovial.

Oddly, her feedback became sharper, clearer to him. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but decided to not really think about it now; he'd rather take advantage the fact that her mind was clearly telling him what she wanted.

She started to pull at his now sopping wet clothes, managing to at least remove his cloak. She ran a hand down his chest to his belt and tugged at it, "You wear too many layers."

He was starting to agree with her. She managed to get the belt undone and tossed it to the floor with a clank, and started working at the first layer of clothing. He pressed his hips against hers again, his cock aching for some sort of relief, his boots slipping on the wet tiles a little.

"What the hell are you wearing? A dress?"

His boots slipped again and he cursed, pulling back from her and managing to get the first layer off before she climbed back onto him. She was greedy, but he could appreciate that. It was like permission for him to be just as greedy. She rocked her hips against his hard bulge, making a pleasured noise that made him even harder. He pushed her against the wall hard, squeezing her hips and growling when she bit at his lip again. His boots slipped against the tile again and he almost fell, sinking to his knees and pulling her down with him.

She laughed, straddling his thighs between her knees. She finally undid his pants and pulled his cock out. He pushed her back onto the tiles and crawled on top of her, not really wanting to fight the slippery tiles anymore and not really having the patience to take his boots off. He was too hard to bother with anything so trivial. He just wanted inside her.

Her back arched and she laughed, wrapping her legs around him, inviting him to push inside her. She gasped when he did, greedily, forcefully, biting at her collarbone. She pulled his sopping wet shirt over his head - the final layer - and ran her fingers over his bare skin.

He squeezed her sides, pulling her further onto his cock, trying to get as deep inside her as he could. She made the most inviting little noises when he thrust into her. She kept saying something in her language; he only sort of wished he knew what it was. There was something oddly arousing about her gasping, almost sounding like she was begging, in a way he couldn't understand.

He was close to coming when she suddenly dug her fingers into his hair, her nails digging into his scalp, her body pulsing around his cock in an amazingly pleasurable way, making him come with a rough grunt.

There was a moment where all he could hear was her breathing heavily next to his ear. She pushed off him and stood from the shower floor a little uneasily, like she didn't quite trust her legs. He wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or because they were cybernetic, but he let himself believe it was the former. From his knees, he looked up at her as she moved directly under the stream and ran her fingers through her short hair roughly. He found himself sincerely wishing he had the stamina to pull her back down on top of him.

His clothing was scattered across the floor of the shower, soaking wet.

"Hm. Thank you for that."

He wasn't sure how to respond. You too?

Her feedback was jumpy, excitable. She was tired, but still had energy.

"I suppose you will have to go to your quarters either sopping wet or naked."

He cleaned himself under the stream, "I have to get you to your quarters first."

"Ah, well in that case I suggest you opt for naked."

He glanced at her, wondering if she was seriously suggesting they go at it again. Her feedback indicated she might be. She turned the stream off.

He gathered the clothes from the wet floor and did his best to wring them out, tossing them over the side of the stall in hopes that they'd dry a little before they left.

She dried herself roughly with a towel - he was happy she couldn't see him watching her as she did. Though her feedback told him she was hoping for the attention.

He ended up walking her back to her quarters with his clothes still wet. He decided he didn't really care if people stared.

She stood in the doorway, facing him. The hallway around them was completely deserted. He felt like he should say something, but nothing came to mind. Thanks for the sex? Your fake legs are really hot?

"Ren?"

"Hm?"

She snatched his cowl and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him and biting his bottom lip again. It was still a little sore from earlier, but had at least stopped bleeding.

Smirking, she let him go. "You are not done yet. Come inside."

Mika sat on the edge of her bed, her bare back exposed to him as he lay tangled in her sheets. He had an important meeting with the Supreme Leader (and Hux) scheduled in just hours, and he hadn't slept at all. He could get by with a healthy dose of caf beforehand.

She half turned to him, her fingers running gently over her lips.

"Are you going to let me sleep?" He asked, letting his fingertips trace along the curve of her hip.

She smiled. "Yes." She slid down into the bed, on top of him, kissing him enthusiastically, shoving her tongue into his mouth. She pushed upright, squeezing his hips between her thighs, running her hand over his chest. She touched him a lot. He liked it. He felt a little drunk... off her, off this evening.

"I'm impressed by your stamina, Ren."

He tried to sit upright, but she pushed him back onto the bed. "Stay down."

It was a cute effort. He pushed her off and got to his feet, swaying a little. She'd managed to make him dizzy. His entire body felt heavy, exhausted. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I have an important meeting in a few hours, I need to get some sleep..." He was even more tired than he'd imagined. He had to brace himself against the wall while pulling on his pants.

"Can I tell you a secret, Ren?"

"Hm?" He looked around for his shirt. Where had she thrown it? His layers of clothing (still slightly damp) were strewn across the floor. He spotted it and took a step forward, felling like he had to push to launch himself from the wall.

He staggered, and fell to his knees. His vision was fuzzy around the edges, but he could see her legs, standing next to him. "The two bastards in the cells - they were not useful in life, but they will be now that they are dead."

His entire body tingled, his vision going grey.

"We needed a way to get two bodies off this ship."