Kylo
I woke stiff and sore. I wasn't on Starkiller. I sat up and took in my surroundings. Cement floor, glass window in the front, grime covered sink and faucitity. I was in a cell. I was in new garments. A pale top and dark grey pants.
It was Rey's fault. I screamed, punching the floor. It left a crack. I screamed again, putting my head in my hands. What would supreme leader think?
Breathing heavily, I searched for a way out. The walls, ceiling and floor were cement, no metal to help. The front was glass. Glass. It was easy to break glass for me. I smirked. The resistance wasn't as smart as they were seen to be.
I stood up and straightened myself, Taking a few steps before charging the glass. The glass didn't even chip at my impact. I tried again. Nothing. What was going on?
I tapped the glass. It didn't sound normal. It was a lower, deeper sound. It was a force field. Maybe the resistance did have common sense.
"We're not that stupid, Ren. We knew you would try that. For now I suggest to stop," a mechanical voice filled my cell. I groaned.
I would have to wait until a pilot or base monitor came by. I sat on the floor, waiting for my victim. How long would this take? How long have I been here?
"How long have I been on the base?" I asked. I knew someone could hear me. Nothing came through. I waited.
I asked again. "How long have I been here?"
"We drugged you up approximately 48 hours ago. You slept for 47 and one half of that time, result of the meds," the voice replied. Two days? I groaned again.
Rey was probably already with Skywalker. My plan had failed. Ok. I would have to wait.
I took in a breath and closed my eyes. Meditation had always been a good pass time for me. I would hear if someone passed by, if not, I would sense them.
I took another breath, connecting to the force.
Rey. I called for her mentally. Our bond had come in handy. But no reply came.
Rey can you send someone by? I need to eat. I asked.
'If you will shut up, yes. It's 3 in the morning. Please, be quiet.'
It was three? So that was why no one was passing by. I would have to wait for her to get someone up, if she even did.
I layed down, realizing how tired I was. Whoever comes by will most likely wake me up.
A tap at the glass woke me up. A small maintenance droid tapped against the door again. It was holding a tray of food on it's right hand.
A slight gap in the glass appeared, no thicker than a holo-projector. Not big enough to fit anything other that the tray through.
It pushed the tray in and the gap closed, disappearing. The little droid whistled and scooted away.
I scooted closer to the tray and inspected my food. Rations. I growled but opened the pack of dry bread. I tore off a piece and chewed. The bread was chewy and hard but it was filling, quickly filling my stomach.
Rey sent a droid. She knew what my idea was.
Kylo, I'm not an idiot. Also, I can hear your thoughts even more than before. You're practically screaming them at me.
Crap. I hadn't been blocking my thoughts, too busy on my plan. Shootshootshootshoot. Rey. She would regret leaving me like this. She needed me. She needed a teacher. She was powerful.