*A/N... I'm going to go ahead and dedicate this chapter to the amazing SenSen-Chan A Shrinking Violet Girl for motivating me to keep this story going!! Your reviews on every chapter make me so happy. Thank you!!

I'm giving the boys their POV time for this chapter. Writing kylo still intimidates me so i hope I'm doing him justice! Enjoy!

Kylo Ren POV

I turn into a nearby control room, watching as the two officers working inside jump up and run out. Usually commanding that kind of quick response without saying a word would have me beaming ear to ear. But not today.

I could have killed him on the spot. FN 2187 should not have returned to this ship.. I fume.

"Captain Hux." I overhear a faint voice from outside the room.

"What." Jira's clipped tone responds. She hasn't moved from the spot I left her.

"General Hux requests to speak with you."

She sighs and I vaguely make out the sound of her light footsteps returning to the bridge. My head drops to my chest.

Perhaps she is a distraction. My mind twists back and forth between the unfamiliar feelings inside of me and the training I've committed to. The girl has so many weaknesses and makes no attempt to hide them. Instead she uses her weakness, her emotions, her heart as a weapon and somehow is stronger because of it. She is neither light or dark. How is it possible to remain so frustratingly neutral? I clench my jaw in irritation, attempting to silence my screaming thoughts.

"Sir," Lieutenant Mitaka begins, standing at attention behind me. "We were unable to acquire the droid on Jakku."

I turn to face him, internally scoffing. This all could have been avoided had I killed that traitor scum when I spotted him in that village. Mitaka continues.

"It escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian YT model freighter."

"The droid..." I dip my brows in disbelief. "Stole a freighter?"

"Not exactly, Sir. It had help." The lieutenant winces, sweat beading up on his forehead. "We have no confirmation, but we believe FN-2187 may have been helped in the escape--"

I ignite my saber, cutting his words off. Rage flows through me and I unleash it on the console against the wall. The metallic wall is scarred with scorching slashes across it. Red sparks fly through the room and I turn my attention on the shaking man still in the room.

"Anything else?" I threaten, narrowing my eyes under my helmet.

"The two were accompanied by a girl." He flinches.

I reach my arm out, force choking the man as he cowers in fear. My fury erupts, clenching his throat tighter and tighter as I raise his feet from their secure position on the floor.

"What girl?" Retracting my arm and pulling him across the room, I growl. He claws at his throat as his skin pales beneath my hold.

"Rather hard to answer when you're being choked, don't you think?" Jiras voice interrupts the sound of his gagging. Her arms cross over her chest as she purses her lips together. That mouth will get her into trouble one day. With a disheartened grunt, I throw him effortlessly out of the way. He crawls to his feet, gasping for breath as he desperately thanks her. She ignores him, focusing the intensity of her stare at me.

"I suppose that would be considered 'undermining you' again." She mumbles, unable to control the sarcasm dripping from her tone. "Sorry, master." The words slam into me like a brick wall. She's hurt. I've hurt her. And for some reason, I take no pride in that.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up and I grab her wrist, yanking her into a hug. She stiffens in my arms, a moment of fear rippling through her at my touch.

"Jira.." I utter, unsure just how to apologize to her. "I'm not good at-"

"I know." She interrupts, closing her eyes and resting her head against my chest. I want nothing more than to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, as I stroke her back gently. "Me too."

She pulls away from me after a moment, hearing someone clear their throat behind us. Her face flushes red as she tucks her hair behind her ears and avoids the accusing gaze of her elder brother. I smirk at the disgusted look crossing his face. His lips twitch in dismay.

"Supreme Leader wishes to speak with us."

Hux POV...

"Bring me Captain Hux." I snap at the nearest officer. He stares back and forth between the screen in front of him and me, debating if he should leave his post. "Now."

Imbecile. I think, clasping my hands behind my back as I pace across the room.

"I'm really not in the mood for this right now, Armitage."

"General." I correct, nostrils flaring in irritation with her defiance. She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? The title is what you choose to correct?"

"Jira." I begin, sternly. "I'm not certain where this attitude came from, but it will end now."

"What can I do for you, General?" Her falsely sweet tone only pisses me off more. I leer down at her, the little brat. She seems to shrink a bit under my gaze, but not enough for my satisfaction.

"Your actions of late have been anything but acceptable." I circle around her, looking her up and down. Between her lack of uniform and the lightsaber attached to her hip, I barely recognize her to be my sister. "I believe it is time your little experiment with Kylo Ren comes to an end, or you'll give up your position as Captain."

"Are you-" She begins, disbelief in her shaky voice. Before she can continue, i reach up and drag my thumb beneath her bottom lip, holding it up to show her the smeared lipstick on it. Her hands fly to her mouth in an attempt to fix the smudge, as she drops her reddening face in shame.

"I can't allow one of my captains, let alone my sister, to traipse around with Kylo Ren under the guise of training." I whisper harshly as she confirms my suspicions. Disgusting.

"It's not what you think, Ari.." She pleads, matching my whisper and glancing around to ensure no one is blatantly listening.

"General," My title is shouted from across the room. "I believe you need to see this."

I stride passed her and glance over the datapad Lieutenant Mitaka holds. "Inform Commander Ren." I spit, punching codes into my own datapad to send the new information to the Supreme Leader.

I incline my head to the exit, dismissing Jira from my sight.

"If you insist upon me making a choice, brother," She begins, projecting her voice through the bridge. "Consider it made." She reaches her hand out, pulling the device out of my hands and into her own with the force. My stomach knots up. She's chosen him and this power over her own flesh and blood. Her eyes scan the page, gathering the information before placing it on a nearby desk and marching out. Her dramatic exit silences the room, all eyes falling on me for a reaction.

"Back to work!"