Warning: Sexual Content in this chapter
Saeva was asleep for about four hours when she awoke to the sound of the refresher shower being started. Her eyes darting to the clock, it reminded her of Hux's usually wake up time aboard the Finalizer.
She shifted and looked over shoulder to make sure he was out of sight. The refresher door closed. The sound of movement in the shower encouraged her to jump out of bed and out of this situation. Her body aching from being so stiff and uncomfortable from last night, or truly a few hours ago.
She crossed the hallway like a dart and entered her quarters.
Her eyes settling on the children in her bed, still asleep, made her take a deep breath.
She dismissed the guard droid and crawled into the bed with them, nestling between them. Her plan was to wait for them to awaken. To plan a simple day, to laugh, and to prepare them as best she could for their new life.
Her mind drifting out the giant window into the stars.
She closed her eyes, half-mediating, half-centering herself. Trying the techniques that Ren had taught her.
"We are safe. We are safe."-her voice chanting.
The breathing rhythm of the children created a flow to her mediation. Her mind fluxing in between spaces.
"For how long?"-a familiar voice rang in her ear.
The voice from her first mediation, the women's voice. From the dark prism.
It startled Saeva, making her shift suddenly in the bed. The motion jostling Malle, who groaned, and causing her to sit up.
She wiped her six year old face with a lazy motion and scratched her head. Barely opening her eyes, she said in a drowsy voice.
"Why do you smell funny?"
Saeva snorted at her bluntness, but realized the musk from Husk's bed lingered on her. She shook her head softly.
"All that space travel makes you smell funny. Go back to bed, I'll shower it off."
Malle nodded meekly and collapsed back into her pillow with a soft hmph. Her cute sigh and posture made Savea smirk.
Saeva slipped out of the bed and into the shower. Her body relieved to feel the warm water soothe her stiff muscles. She flexed her fists under the water pressure, wishing she could scrub the First Order off of her. The pelts of water flicking on her face.
Her memory was suddenly triggered by the drops of water. The rain from barely a few days back on her face. The sound of a struggle, a cracked skull, and a gurgling noise filled Savea's ears. FN-2556's, or whoever he was, body laying lifeless at the temple flashed in her mind. Her gut twisting at the thought, a choking sound escaping her, as the warm water washed over her. She shook her head trying to forget the thought.
"Focus on the children. Keep them safe."-her new mantra to herself. She said it softly out-loud and closed her eyes, willing her focus elsewhere.
Her mind suddenly felt connected to a gateway, a forward motion. It vibrated and spiraled her out of physical sensations. Saeva couldn't tell where she was or her body, it was just her mind purely connected elsewhere. She suddenly felt a pause in the commotion.
Lianna flashing in her sights, as if she were back on the planet. The skyline looking peaceful and calm. Suddenly she is flashing back to FN-2556's body. Then back to Lianna, but its different, there is fire in the sky...a dark beam...Lianna suddenly obliterated before her eyes. Back to FN-2556's decomposing body being demolished by flames. Flashing back to Lianna's mountain ranges crumbling by a wave of power. The wave of destruction heading towards her, or her state of mind. Her inner self screaming at the incoming doom.
Saeva felt herself fall backward into the abyss of the destruction. Her mind tumbling until she realized she was falling in real time, in the shower. It was too late to catch herself and her back smashed against the shower glass door, shattering it. She paused, reality coming back to her. Her chest heaving at the experience. Looking around, things clicking back into place.
She was sitting naked on the refresher floor, a sea of glass beneath her. The shower still splashing water all over the room.
Landing on the glass was not as painful as trying to get off it. Her hands and feet covered in scrapes and cuts as she pulled herself covering the floor or wherever she touched. She had few scrapes on her legs and back, but none as severe on her hands and feet. She washed her cuts for a moment and turned off the water.
Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself up, and hustled out of the fresher and into her closet. Gripping a black lounge outfit as carefully as possible. Not to cover everything in her blood.
Wrapping her hands in a towel, she typed carefully into her data pad for a medic droid, repair droid, and clean up droid for STAT arrival. Blood slightly smearing the pad.
She stuck her head out at the children, who thankfully had slept through her accident.
Her mind shifted for a moment at that word. Was it an accident? Or was this a warning? Her mind tried to dissect the vision, but the pain on her hands and feet were too strong. Her heart pounding.
Once the droids arrived, each tending to the damage done, Saeva decided to put the vision aside.
Focus on the children.
The medic droid removed the glass with a numbing cream, washed the cuts, and stitched two sites on her hands within 15 minutes. Wrapping both hands and feet with a black bandage. She looked like a boxing fighter from her Uncle's holovids.
The repair droid fixing the glass and cleaning the area estimated an hour of work, so Savea started making breakfast to distract herself.
The flat cakes she was stirring up created such a pleasant odor, that the children awoke with a spring in their step. Nearly hurling themselves out of the bed and across the room in two steps.
As they ate, Malle eyed Saeva's hands for a moment, then inquired about them.
"Why are you wrapped like that?"
"I cut myself in the bathroom, clumsy me slipped and broke some glass."
Malle, even though she was 6, was smart. She looked at Savea suspiciously.
"You aren't clumsy."
"Sometimes I am, especially around here I can be very clumsy. The floors are so sleek and smooth, so be careful. When it is wet on the floor, you must be careful. No running in the hallways here. Or yelling. Unless someone is trying to hurt you."
Saeva twisted the conversation into her teaching plan for the day. Survive the First Order for children.
Malle poked at her flat cake and nodded. Jace chewing with his mouth wide open and smiling. Malle changed the subject to her favorite category, stories and myths.
"Did you slide in the fresher like a Jedi down the temple steps?"
Saeva paused. Her realization of how much she would have to do to protect them growing larger.
"No, Sweetheart. I need you to do something for me, both of you. We are gonna play a game?"
"With toys!"
"No, the game We use play. Like We did back home with your father."
The children stiffened, listening attentively. They knew this game very well, especially when they were younger. Their own way to survive hell.
"Remember when I would say the code word and you'd hide?"
They nodded.
"We can play that here too. But this time, for you to play the game too, there are words you can't use. Sound good?"
Malle seemed nervous.
"What words can We not use?"
"No words list: Jedi, Skywalker, Wookie, and rebels. Only when we are alone, then you can use those special code words with me."
Saeva thought about all their bedtime stories. How she needed to remove them from their vocabulary.
"This time, you can pick the code word for when I want you to hide."
Malle seemed to brighten, as Saeva felt her soul twist. She was making survival into a game.
Malle held her chin as if to think.
"I want the word to be...—"
"Bantha."
Jace spoke out. Malle looked cross for a moment, and then giggled.
"Bantha. Yeah!"
Saeva made a silly face and imitated the Bantha with horns with her fingers. The children laughed harder and finished up their breakfast.
Saeva let the children play with one another at the giant window while she cleaned up. They were pointing at all the comets they could, or count the incoming tie-fighters or shuttles.
She shooed the cleaning droid from doing the dishes, so it could focus on triple cleaning the bathroom, hoping it be clear of glass before the children needed it.
After a while of sitting on floor watching space with the children, Saeva became serious with them again.
"When I tell you to listen to me. You must. There are lots of people here. Bad people. They don't care about you or Banthas or me. They care about their rules. We can't break the rules here. Understand?"
"Worse than Papa?"
Jace's eyes were wide. Fear building. Saeva crumbled inside. Protect him.
"Yes, but they can't get you with me. And they can't get you in here. So you must always be with me when you leave this room. Do you understand?"
The two nodded. She needed to make this fun again.
"Now show me your hiding spots."
With that, the children yelped and ran away from her as she counted. After some time, they played hide and seek.
They sang along to songs that she found on her data pad that their mother use to sing. Even managed to pull up a First Order propaganda film for children from the archives. As it killed her to show them, she needed something to entertain them.
Their day was blissful, but Saeva made sure to test them. Check if they knew the forbidden words, when to hide, and when to listen. She even allowed Jace and Malle chasing the repair droid around the room after it finished with the bathroom.
Lunch and Dinner being filling as ever. Dessert being a new concept to the children came to agree was needed every night.
The entire day Saeva felt herself eyeing the door, expecting her shadows to appear at any moment. To ruin this for her. To remind her of the prison she is in, but thankfully neither appeared all day. Maybe they were sick of her? Or maybe it was back to their business of destruction and control.
As she settled the children into bed, nestled between them, she began to tell them the new lifestyle they were to have. The expectations of lessons and listening.
Malle twirled Savea's hair in her fingers as she listened. Jace sucking his thumb, a habit Savea has desperately tried to break, but sweetly nestling into her side. Listening well, like they did all day.
They knew how harsh the world can be. Their father being the harshest force in their life till now. Listening was key.
Saeva started explaining her role to them.
"I work here now, with the General and Supreme Leader, on this big ship. Making sure that everything works correctly and other people are doing their jobs. So I will have to leave early in the morning, but I will always come back here. Sometimes late at night. And If I don't, listen to the droid watching you."
"Do We listen to Ren? Or General Huug-Hucs-? Whats his name?"
Saeva paused.
"Yes, but listen to me first if I am around. I'm in charge of you, I take care of you."
Malle nodded and her eyes drifting, mumbling. Jace already asleep. Her little voice whispering out.
"We have you back."
Saeva whispered back.
"I have you as well."
Saeva rested her head back and looked at the clock. It was much earlier a bed time than the night before. She wondered if she would have to call the guard droid back again, her hopes high that Hux would be occupied after being away for so long.
Her hopes dashed by the ding of her data pad. The message simply read: Droid being sent.
Saeva felt her skin crawl as she managed to maneuver out of their little arms without waking them. Changing back into her long sleeved pants and shirt for sleep. She refused to wear anything like she did before, especially with this arrangement with Hux.
With her warm sleep wear on, she performed her night routine in the refresher, washing her face and brushing her teeth. Habits of comfort she refused to perform in front of Hux. He may want a companion or comfort, but she didn't want him to be hers.
When the droid arrived, she gave it strict instructions to get her if they awoke. The droid beeped merrily at her as she stepped outside the door.
Saeva stood in the hallway, eyeing Hux's door, but glanced over at Ren's. Her mind wondering if she should forgo Hux, tell Ren to kill him for his treasonous plans, and be done with this game. Ren being a lone solution.
The Fleet would turn on them, scramble for power. Saeva had discovered in a short time that other members of the First Order preferred Hux to Ren. He held a line of respect, a pathway to forward motion. Order. He'd be avenged and Ren would be turned on. Force sensitives were not idolized among the storm troopers. Their commanding officers and Generals were. Military brainwashing at its finest.
She would have to play the long game.
Saeva stepped to Hux's door, but before she could answer it, it slide open. Hux smirked at her, happy she was there, following his orders.
Hux motioned her in with a look, turning away from her as she entered. He crossed his lounge area to the bar. It was easier to see his quarters with the lights on. There was a large lounge area with black chic seating with red lining. The right was the blacked out sleeping area, the refresher shining in the back. It was decorated lightly, no real personal items shown.
He was still dressed perfectly in his uniform and looked as if he had just returned from the bridge. His stiff posture and smugness bouncing off him. He sauntered to a small table with several bottles of liquor.
He poured himself a drink, motioning for her to sit on the black couch. He started to question her about her day.
"I hope you were productive today. What did you discuss with them?"
He sipped at his whiskey, loosening his collar.
Saeva tucked her legs underneath her, trying to get comfortable on the stiff couch.
"We were understand the rules. And listening. That's how they've survived their life so far."
"And they understand who makes the rules?"
"Yes, they understand that."
"No tears when you have to perform their duties, I hope."
"They've faced worse things than me leaving everyday for a short time."
Saeva said it coldly to him, he smirked at her, sipping his drink. He placed it down on the bar and stepped into his sleeping area.
He returned with his sleep wear on, but this time thankfully with a shirt. Taking his drink, he sat next to Saeva, closer than he had before. He seemed loose, like he had the final upper-hand over her.
"We could have used you today. I needed your precise intellect and skills for the updates presented, Mitka doesn't quite have your pacing. Nearly snuffed up three weapons meetings for me with a single delete error."
Saeva eyed him during his compliment. She responded stiffly.
"He's loyal."
"He is. But loyalty gets you so far. Performance. Skill. I need the full package. The First Order needs it."
He drank more from his glass and placed it down on the small table next to him. He turned back to her. She snipped back at him.
"So your day was not as productive. Slow start back to your way of life. Whatever this life is?"
Hux smiled like he knew something she didn't. It unnerved her. He began to trace a finger up and down her neck, twirling it slightly in her hair.
"I had an efficient day. Revenge could be considered the theme."
He rested his hand at the base of her neck, softly moving his fingers against her skin. Goosebumps trickled over Saeva.
"Lianna sent out distress calls as they were suddenly surprised by a minor invasion. I guess their best resources were looted and their Duke killed. The Resistance barely sober enough or strong to stop the attack."
Saeva stilled at the thought of the Duke, her heart torn between feeling justice, but also regret. Justice for being rejected and misjudged. She did feel for the planet, the people for being ignorant. A small sensation of accomplishment hit her, as it was her plan that was acted on the planet. Lianna would now look foolish to the galaxy.
Her mind went to her moment this morning, her vision. She was curious.
"Did they use a massive weapon on the planet?"
"Those humanoid creatures? They could barely fly the ships we gave them. It was a simple attack, effective, but primal in nature."
She though for a moment about the vision today, but maybe its beyond present time. A warning of the longer future.
Hux's hand began to retreat down her back and she stiffened. She had to deflate him.
"And the Supreme leader was pleased with the results?"
Hux groaned and moved away from her to refill his glass. He mumbled about Ren.
"The Supreme Leader has left the ship, chasing that Scavenger into the Outer Rim. Her and her comrades."
Saeva paused. Ren felt like a different type of protection for her. And he was gone. She knew he would have sensed her this morning if he was onboard, no wonder he didn't come to her.
Because of Rey, again.
"That force bond you told me about. It truly is a weak spot for our Supreme Leader. Wouldn't you say?"
Saeva said nothing, Hux seemingly aware of the attachment she was starting to have to Ren.
"He'll be back, wounded as ever. Maybe then he'll fully commit to you. And you can fully commit to killing him."
Saeva's mind flashed to FN-2556 for a moment. She shifted, crossing her arms, protecting herself to who knows what. Hux held two glasses as he sat down again next to her.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes." she muttered out to him. Taking the glass and readjusting to his position again on the couch. As He now was leaning over her quite intensely. He moved on to the next series of questions.
"Why did you send for so many droids this morning? And what happened to your hands?"
He asked it as if he knew the answer. Reminding her he knew everything that goes on the Finalizer.
Saeva spoke as truthful as possible without showing all her cards. She gave half the truth.
"I fell in the shower, glass everywhere. I needed a little extra aid."
"You look like a fighter."
He took one of her wrapped hands and examined it.
Saeva smirked at how he held the same thought that she did. She sipped at the strong drink again.
"I would say it was pretty productive day all and all, despite my clumsiness."
He held his glass out to her to be toasted silently. He paused for a moment and then spoke.
"When I have successful days, such as today, I like to reflect on my achievements. Reassess my goals. The First Order's goals and wants. Desires."
Saeva could see the direction of this conversation to an extent, but she said nothing. She looked at her empty glass in her hand.
"That night when you kissed me, the fire you've ignited. I can't replace it with anyone else."
Saeva looked at him, their faces almost touching. He pulled away after a moment and finished his second glass. Turning back, He stared at her lips.
"Trust me, I've tried to replace you. It isn't quite the same..."
"Hux, you agreed."
"To be a gentleman, yes. Of course. But don't you feel confined. Where do you think Ren is now? Trying to kill Rey? He's trying to find his freedom but in her."
Saeva stared at Hux. His vulgarness on his face and tone.
"I hate you."
He looked unfazed, almost more encouraged.
"Hate is another form of passion you just need to release on another. It needs a release."
Saeva opened her mouth to protest, but Hux had flipped her to the floor quickly. His mouth on hers. His kiss tasting like whiskey.
Saeva fought back with biting, scratching, and pushing. His mouth was on her neck as he pinned her arms to the floor. Saeva growling out at him, her legs flaying.
He returned to her mouth, releasing her arms, and Saeva found herself relaxing into the kiss as she gripped him. Her anger and emotions flowing through her onto him.
She bit his lip, tasting blood. His cursing satisfying her more so than the blood, but now she was pursuing his mouth. She silenced him as they began to roll around the floor. Glass shattering after every aggressive push from one another. Every smash or bang of an object pulsating through her more.
She was chasing her release.
Hux pulled up over her on his hands, with his lip bleeding and hair a mess. He chuckled, with that condescending evil smirk at her. It enraged her. His cockiness.
Saeva punched him hard in the face, sending him backwards.
She stood, turning her back to him to head towards the door, but Hux grabbed her by the back of the head. His hands tight on her hair, causing her to yelp. He pushed her towards his bedroom, making her land on the edge of the bed.
Saeva felt a stirring in lower abdomen. This was wrong. It was not like her.
She wanted more.
He was over in a heartbeat, pushing her back. Closing in on her as she scurried backwards up his bed.
There was a pause as the two stared at one another. Him over her, bloodied and panting. Her with her hair disheveled and fists balled. Their minds seemed to connect with one thought.
Release.
Hux pushed forward and began to kiss her. Pulling back to remove his shirt, but to return to aggressively kiss her. Saeva pulling him towards her, feeling the scars on his chest with her hands.
He reached underneath her shirt, feeling parts of her body that no one had touched before, ricocheting a tingling through Savea's lower area. He pulled at his clothes and hers until she found herself exposed totally. He traced his hand up her scar as she scratched at him.
She regained focus a bit. Her realization of this moment. She needed this. Not him, just whatever this was.
He paused for a moment, breathing heavily above her. His hands exploring her down below, teasingly. She squirmed in response to the new sensation. Whimpering at the pleasure.
"Have you ever-"
She breathed out a quick response.
"No."
Saeva didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't need to know much else. He seemed more determined, satisfied by her answer. He hovered over her and adjusted their alignment of their hips. She could feel his readiness since the lounge area, since the floor, but now this was a moment. Saeva held him, unsure of how to be.
"Good. Something else Ren will never have."
He entered her suddenly with that comment. His eyes shutting in shock of the pleasure, Saeva's in the shock of the pain.
Pain she felt she deserved now. Punishment for being here with him.
He stilled, allowing a few moments to pass for adjustment. Whispering his possessiveness in her ear. He moved slowly, a low grunt with each thrust. Saeva biting her lip at the pain. She refused to yell out.
The speed of his thrusts increasing and Saeva's pain plateauing. He seemed to be hovering far above her, soaking her in, hands roaming to different parts of her. It felt suddenly too exposed for Saeva and she pulled him closer by the hips, feeling him push farther into her, making him moan at the motion. Their noses almost touching.
"You little minx"
Saeva felt one more hard thrust and Hux's eyes closed and mouth slightly opened. He had a soft sigh and brought his sweaty forehead to be rested against hers. His breathing slowing down.
Saeva was still, with her body sore, and grateful she that Hux flopped beside her on his back.
She stared at the ceiling. Her mind coming to terms with her choice. Shivering at it. Hux slipping up to her side, covering her in his blanket, kissing her right shoulder slowly.
He seemingly settled into a sleep position next to her, tracing his hands on her stomach. Content in the silence.
Saeva was far from content.