I have no real direction for this story. I'm letting my fingers craft each chapter as I go. Whatever happens, happens. Haha. I hope you enjoy either way. This chapter is interesting for me to reread. I personally enjoyed it.
Just wanted to say thanks to those reading and whatnot. I'm glad you're enjoying it, Claw.
"My apprentice, you have a new task." Snoke's voice echoed through the screen. "Go to Daycon and deal with the treacherous prince."
"As you wish, master."
He turned away to glance to his pilot. "Set a course for Daycon, we have business to take care of."
"But sir, and I say this out of concern, the natives of that world are rather tribal and primitive."
"It must be done. They will not strike us with our alliance in place." Kylo said dryly.
"Yes, sir. I'll signal ahead and prepare an audience."
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Kylo Ren was growing impatient, waiting on a report. 'Night' had long since fallen and he should be hearing back from his man soon. He waited for hours before finally his screen flashed with a visual of PZ-291, a trooper with a smart brain unlike most of his peers. He was one of Kylo's personal men and someone who's company he actually enjoyed.
"What news have you?" Kylo questioned in a dead tone, voice filtered through his mask.
"The girl returned to the planet we found her on, sir. She convenes with a native, one of the bird people-"
"Angelonica, or angels." Kylo corrected.
"Yes, sir. She's retreating to her ship. From what I managed to overhear she is staying until the male returns." The trooper concluded.
"Good. I shall work on setting things in motion. Alert me if something happens."
"Understood sir." The connection was severed from Kylo's end. He turned to pace, considering his options. He took a seat, closed his eyes and concentrated.
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The air was stale, the wind nonexistent, the sky covered with dark clouds. Little light came through. Dead trees lined the barren wasteland spread out around him as this vision consumed him. He could see.. bodies scattered, the otherwise brown cracked ground had pools of blood in patches. Fire burned on the horizon. He realized most of the bodies were stormtroopers.
He turned, sensing movement behind him. He had just enough time to jump back in evasion of the wide arc of sizzling heat. The ghostly green glow of the saber clutched in gloved hands was the most noise heard in this area. All else was deathly silent.
He could feel his own heartbeat racing beneath his chosen black garments as he peered through lens at the one before him.
A masked person met his eyes as he studied the blue-trimmed white armor adorning the slender body. The frame was half crouched, hands gripping the lightsaber steadily. A cape was draped behind the frame, but after a twirl of the saber the figure stood to it's full height. He, Kylo assumed, allowed the saber to turn off, clipping it to the belt at his side. He reached a hand up, undoing the shoulder parts that held the cape in place.
A small breeze swept by just as the cape was detached. He allowed it to be carried away before reaching a hand up to graze the jawline of his mask, pointer fingers hitting a hidden switch to-
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A sharp, almost painful shove pushed him from the vision. Like whatever came next wasn't allowed to be seen by him, not yet. Kylo found himself panting, his hands lifting to undo his mask, letting it slide up as he set it down beside him. He breathed deeply.
Who was the being he saw? Was it the mercenary? The armor reminded him of the set Fett had worn. But.. a mercenary with a lightsaber, a green one at that? Just who had stood before him.
He rubbed his face, fingers touching the scar before pinching the bridge of his nose. He had better things to deal with. Like the desert rat from Jakku, the force-sensitive girl called Rey. And Luke. And his mother. And the Resistance. Ugh, he had his hands full. Now a mercenary and another force user on top.
He rubbed his jawline before moving to stand, exiting his cabin and making his way toward the cockpit of his shuttle. He reached out into the force, asking for guidance and strength.
"Location?" His deep voice demanded as he stood behind his pilot and co-pilot.
Jeremiah, his pilot, turned to peer at his commander with a smile. "Just about to leave hyperspace, sir. We will soon be in Daycon's atmosphere."
"Good. Is the meeting prepared with his highness?" At this the co-pilot nodded.
"Our arrival was welcomed and they are waiting eagerly sir." Marcus answered softly.
Kylo nodded, turning as they came out of hyperspace.
The landing went smoothly on a pad in the great city Du'Cane. The bright colored homes contrasted beautifully with the grey stoned castle set near the waterfall. The kingdom was set between two mountains, a forest taking the eastern edge while a deep valley hugged the western side. The legs held the weight of the shuttle, wings folded, drawn up and inward. The company remained in the ship, while Kylo exited to be met by a tall native. He was led into the castle, directed toward the master conference room. The castle was similar to an Earth medieval one, but modernized in a sleek durasteel-like metal. It was vastly elegant and well taken care of. Around the table sat many nobles and what they called the Piert, which was basically king.
The natives were unusually tall, like the Kaminoan race from Kamino the water planet. Except they were more human-like in features, but covered in smooth fur of various colors. They oddly enough resembled felines (for lack of a better word) yet they each had different sized horns on their furry skulls. During the time of the Empire they were aligned strongly with the Jedi. The stormtroopers had nearly decimated them, leaving them a shadow of their former glory. When the First Order came to them with an alliance offer they didn't refuse. From the ashes rose a phoenix stronger than the original. They were powerful allies now that they thrived.
The Piert, a native by the name Lumiel, rose to greet the knight. They shook hands before he was offered a seat beside his majesty. Kylo sat, peering around the room.
"We have an honored guest, my comrades." The king's deep voice said in that growl-like way he always spoke. The Sekan'delamor were a hard race to communicate with, as they were very animalistic in their mannerisms. "And we are glad to see you at our table, master knight. Excuse me if we get right down to the details. To what brings you to our door?"
Kylo didn't answer at first, merely lifted his gloved hands to rest atop the table, linking them together as he leaned forward a hair. When he did speak his voice was almost a whisper. "There are rumors among our ranks.. that you have amassed an army. One said to make a stand against us. I came, in accordance with our alliance, to find the truth."
Lumiel's black fur rose in offense, his clawed digits tapping against the tabletop. "You are the reason we thrive, master knight, and I would not dare to jeopardize it." He said sternly. He felt no lies from the king.
"I know." The click of the filter allowed these words to come out before he tilted his head to peer at the feline by king's other side. This feline was the grey furred 'brother-in-law' to the king. He had mated with the king's younger sister. A beast called Dustivix. "But we know who does."
All eyes turned to peer at the prince who had stood to bring his claws down onto the table in outrage. "How dare you, knight, to accuse me! I can see the way you stare at me, as if I am guilty of such an act."
Kylo smirked beneath his mask before turning to peer at the king, who was frozen in place. He returned his gaze to the prince.
"Prince Dustivix, you are a traitor to your people to go against their wishes with our alliance. You have created an army that we have become aware of. Disperse now and we will overlook this transgression out of respect to the king."
Dustivix's claws dug into the granite table as he snarled at Kylo. He flicked his emerald eyes to his king. "Do you really think, brother, that the First Order has honored the alliance? To this day they press in on us with the demand for warriors. You sit idly by while the kingdoms of our neighbors fall for not aligning with these murderers. You are the traitor! To our way of life! To our old allegiance! To our allies! To our people!" He said angrily. "You are no king, brother, but a blood spiller by allowing this to continue!" He threw back his chair, hearing it strike the wall behind him.
Lumiel was speechless for several minutes before finally his rose-colored orbs iced over and he stood slowly, leveling his cold expression onto his supposed brother. "Dustivix." He said the name bitterly. "You sought to go to war with the First Order?"
"More than just that, your majesty." Kylo said, gaining their focus. He had skimmed the thoughts of the prince and learned the truth. "He created the army in hopes of overthrowing you. With the army he thought we would attack you for suspected treason." He turned his gaze to the prince. "So that we would kill you and allow him to take the throne."
"Is this true?!" The king demanded.
Dustivix said nothing before a smile appeared, growing from a grin to a dangerous smirk. He lifted a device from his side and hissed into it. "Now!" He put it away, turning to his king. "I'm sorry, brother, but you are much too soft." Suddenly the room was flooded with more natives, but these had on strips of armor and had blasters in their hands. They aimed at the startled council, who most had stood at the intrusion with gasps.
"Take to council members away, but leave his Highness and the knight." At his words the council was filed out, leaving the room half full of warriors and the trio.
"Now.. we can discuss the terms of your surrender.. knight."