A Few Days Later: Batuu System...
"Vicrul!"
The Savarian turned to the sound of his voice, seeing Ap'lek walking towards him.
"Ap'lek." He greeted.
The Lothalite stopped before him, his mask covering his face. He notices a small-black satchel bag hanging over Vicrul's shoulder, underneath his cape.
He can assume why he has it.
"I take it you're heading off for the Master's 'indebted payment' to fulfill to Bazine?"
Despite being the youngest, Ap'lek is known to being too serious within the Knights of Ren, right next to Kylo Ren. In fact, it was very rare to get him to even smile, let alone joke and tease, when they're able to let down their walls and just be themselves. Even Trudgen, who many would think is the most serious of the bunch, actually has a major sense of humor and had grown to get others' Cophrigin horned goat.
And though Vicrul appreciates Ap'lek to not tease him when it comes to him and Bazine, he still wish that the young-man would try and lighten up. But then, the orphanage he was raised in on Lothal, during the economic disrepair and people desperate for work even welcoming the Empire to take over the planet's industries, which was the cause of his parents to die from a riot when jobs were limited, didn't give him any reason to wanna goof off and come to see that every moment must be taken seriously.
Thus, him being there for the other knights to help them deal with whatever that ails them, as their listening ear and silent support companion.
"Kylo issued the order, as it was agreed to the term with Bazine." He stated, starting walking again, with Ap'lek keeping him company. "I should be grateful that she'll only keep me for a week and not a month, for my past abandoning on our last two dates; she'll poison any who ruin her plans, enemy or lover, as she so kindly told me."
The twenty-eight year-old Lothalite simply "Hmph", not sure on what to say. Again, being single, he can't sympathize his plight.
Also... There's something that's been bothering him, since their ambush on Sarvchi. Though, he doesn't know why and isn't comfortable to open up to anybody. Not even to his own brothers.
Speaking of Kylo, as Vicrul brought up...
"Is he still with Sister?"
Until Kylo tells them to call her as their Mistress or permits them to call her by her given name, for the time being, the Knights had been calling her 'the girl'. Though, some of them, like Ap'lek, had already been calling her 'Sister'.
The twenty-nine year-old Savarian let out a tiring sigh.
"He had to tend to a meeting with his generals, on what they're to do with-... General Organa."
They went silent on the topic, both focusing on ahead.
Ap'lek, being an orphaned as a newborn, isn't one to feel anything towards mothers. He does feel something for fathers; having a father-figure caretaker at the orphanage to look after him, who happened to give him his name, until Luke came and took him away at the age of nine.
Still, he feels nothing towards parental-figures and won't hesitate to kill them, even if it results leaving their children orphaned.
"...He's not going to kill her." Ap'lek stated. "We know that much. But then, he won't keep her here or have her be sent off to a First Order Prison."
Vicrul hummed a response, in agreement.
"Well, whatever Kylo decides to do with her, along with the Resistance, if he so chooses, will be entirely up to him."
They walked past a group of Stormtroopers marching off to their station, all nodding to the two Knights of Ren in respect.
Vicrul turned to Ap'lek, curious as to what he was going to do before they crossed paths.
"Where were you heading, Ap'lek? Normally, you'd be watching the weasel or with Kuruk to check on the Resistance prisoners."
The Lothalite looked off to the side, as if embarrassed by what he was going to do. But, to the knights, whenever he turns to the side and stays quiet, it meant something had caught his interest and doesn't know how to tell them.
That caught the older knight's attention, that he reached for Ap'lek's shoulder and stopped the both of them on their walking.
"Ap'lek?"
"..."
Vicrul had them standing still for nearly a minute, knowing his brother will give in and tell him, when he finally voiced out what's on his mind.
"...I was going to the Emergency Room... To watch over our sister."
From behind his mask, Vicrul raised an eyebrow.
'Barely been on the Finalizer for nearly three days, and already has us wrapped around her fingers... If only it was on better circumstances.' "Worried that the doctors will try and drown her in the Bacta tank, while Kylo is literally holding their very lives in his hands?" He smirked.
Ap'lek turned to stare up at the older-male. Even with the mask on, the twenty-nine year-old Savarian can tell he's glaring.
"...It's not the doctors I'm concern about, when Kylo isn't with her."
Vicrul's smirk instantly went away.
A great sense of unease washed between the two, and Vicrul removed his hand from his brother's shoulder.
"Who?"
In the Emergency Room...
"Stats?" Dr. Skid questioned his stats, walking up and staring up at his unconscious patient in the Bacta tank.
"Stats our close to normal." The head nurse answered, staring down at the clipboard in her hand. "We have to increase oxygen level by another seven percent; heart rate started to slow and breathing level had started to worsen, indicating not getting enough oxygen to the brain."
Dr. Skid hummed, finding it very concerning that they had to increase the oxygen level than relieved to hear that she's stable for the time being. Indicating to him and his staff that the damages to her lungs are straining her ability to breathe.
"Any report on the donated organs from Batuu?" He asked.
A male-doctor, checking on the oxygen tanks and the machine supplying Rey with oxygen to ensure that they're working properly, came up to the head doctor.
"We just received word that both lungs and kidneys are on their way to the Finalizer, by our own Stormtroopers." He happily informed. "As soon as they arrive, the surgeons wish to be notified, so they can move her to the Isolation Operation Center and began the Silicosis cleansing."
The doctor's concern turned to satisfaction and joy from the news.
"That's excellent to hear." He commented. "Now, all we can do, is wait and, if the Maker is on our side, he'll assist our surgeons to be successful with the surgeries. And then, the real war will began."
"Dr. Skid. -Another nurse, a female Kaminoan, who was also part of the First Order's Scientists, just walked into the room, called to him.- One of the guards at the Meeting Room had informed me that the Supreme Leader will soon be done, and will be coming back to check up on his Bond-Mate."
That put them a bit on edge, though is confident that their Supreme Leader won't chew their heads off as soon as they give him the good news about the donated organs and commencing the surgeries, very soon. And, once he hears his Sonellia will be treated, the threat on their lives won't be an issue, anymore.
"Thank you, Nurse Puhua." He thanked, nodding to the calm, amphibian-like alien. "Continue with your duties. Alert me if something comes up."
He turned and head for the door, focused to check up on some of their own injured Stormtroopers and some of the workers that seem to not get what a calcinator is from a heating-compressor.
Before he could walk to the door, the monitor of Rey's pulse started to pick up.
"Heart Rate escalating. Fifty-six beats per minute." XLR-8 announced, coming over to the Bacta tank.
"What?!" Dr. Skid cried out, heading for the Bacta tank and started to see his patient began to twist and jerk within the liquid.
"BP rising! Hundred and ten over seventy!"
"She's waking up." XLR-8 announced, not in a least scared but not happy.
Everyone was startled by the news.
"Impossible!" Dr. Skid exclaimed. "She's not sure to wake door another two days and even, she's to be put in an induced coma for the surgery and during her recovery!"
"Doctor!" Lo Puhua cried out, pointing one of her three long-finger at Rey... Who, to their greatest shock, watches as she turns and shifts from side-to-side.
Then, making muffled grunting sound, they watches as her eyes slowly opened... And, in her hazel-eyes, terror and confusion flashed on her face.
The beeping of her heart rate made her anxious and seeing the doctors, made her realize where she was and, instantly, panicked and reached up to bang against the lid of the tank.
"Rey!" Dr. Skid cried out, pushing a button to be able to have her hear his voice. "Is okay, Rey. You're okay. You're on the Finalizer, and are being treated for your Silicos-"
He was cut off by her middle scream behind her mask and, immediately, banged her fists against the glass. And, in her response, pulled at the wires connected to her body and, to their horror, her breathing mask.
"Get her out of there, and drain the Bacta tank!" Dr. Skid ordered. "If she dies, the Supreme Leader's mental state will drive him to commit genocide! We must keep her alive, at any cost!"
Bubbles formed all around her, rising to the top, as the machine begins to drain the tank.
Rey continued to bang her fists against the glass or the lid of the tank, desperately trying to break free, as she fought to hold her breath.
She hated being confined in such a small-amount of space; Unkar would lock her in a small metal-chamber, as punishment for not bringing in enough parts or any parts whatsoever, before he chose to use physical beating as a proper punishment at the age of eight, or when he's drunk and in a rage to take it out on the other scavengers. He would leave her in that dark, hot prison for a whole day and night, but if he's pissed off, which is nearly all the time, he'll keep her in there for days on end, to the point that she nearly died from either starvation or overheating if Mariya hadn't taken Plutt's keys from the hook and taken her back to their AT-AT.
Since then, she can't stand to be in tight spaces and developed a terrible case of Claustrophobia.
When she can no longer hold her breath, she opened her mouth and screamed, feeling the liquid rushing into her mouth.
...And, when she slammed her fists against the glass, a crack formed and grew.
All the doctors stepped back at the sight of the crack forming in the glass, and watching it rattle against the metal.
"Incredible." XLR-8 commented. "Those glass are nearly indestructible. Hope in the Core can a mere human make out crack from sheer force, alone?"
"Unless, it isn't her actual strength." Nurse Puhua suggested, backing up when the cracks grew and some of the Bacta liquid sprayed through them.
"Look out!" Dr. Skid yelled, and all the doctors and droids got away from the tank.
And, after another slamming her fists... And, with the power and aid of the Force to help her break it, shattered through the thick glass and fell to the ground, covering and surrounded by broken glass.
In her scared state, Rey's eyes searched around, looking at all the doctors and droids with fear and confusion, before she hunched over and puked out some of the liquid that entered her body.
"Somebody, contact the Supreme Leader or at least look for one of the Knights of Ren and bring them here!" Nurse Puhua ordered, quickly going to the patient. "Rey, can you hear me?"
Since learning she's going to be their empress, they should be calling her as Mistress. But, the doctors are calling her by her given name, to help keep her calm and get her to open to them as their patient.
After puking the blue-liquid out of her stomach, Rey looked up and saw the Kaminoan nurse standing a foot away from her, avoiding the glass on the ground. When she realizes the broken pieces of glass, she stared on the floor to see the many shards of glass she caused to make.
Some has pierced her skin, as small-droplets of blood exiting and decorated the black-metal floor. A couple on her bare back and legs.
This was all very confusing, but also very frightening to Rey.
'What's going on? How did I get here?!'
Nurse Puhua gently held up a hand, trying to calm her.
"It's all right, Rey of Jakku." She whispered. "Your carotid artery was damaged and you lost a lot of blood, but the Bacta tank helped fixed and mend the wounds to be almost completely healed."
Hearing the injury, Rey raised a shaky, slightly bleeding hand to her neck, using her thumb to feel the right-side and the rest to her left.
On the left-side of her neck, she can trace a faint hint of a scar... And, with it, recollection to what she last remembered.
Sitting with Chewie over the fire pit, staring at the flames and ignoring her fish the Wookiee was given by the Lanais, as their Porgs are off with their flocks to dive into the water and catch their own food foot a change.
Her telling Chewie she was going to take a walk of the island and get some milk from the Thala-sirens, as she walks away in the rain. Her lightstaff clipped to her belt... And her knife hidden underneath her tunic.
Standing before What's left of the Uneti Tree, as her body trembled from the cold of the rain, the many emotions swirling and raging within her.
Staring down at the lightsaber , wanting to remember Luke... Han... Leia... Chewie... Her friends... Mariya... Kylo, one more time.
...Clenching tightly to the saber, as she brought her knife to his neck...
...
...
...Her song...
...
...
...
...The pain...
...
...
...
...The darkness...
Her hazel-eyes widened, her breathing quivered.
'...No...' She thought, looking around the room again.
This time, she realizes, from the floor and the similar uniforms, that she's with the First Order.
...With Kylo Ren.
Lo reached out to take her hand from her neck, but Rey jerked back, wincing when some of the shards stung her palms.
"Rey, don't move." Nurse Puhua gently but firmly ordered. "We're gonna take care of you and help treat your injuries. And then, we're gonna take you to our top surgeons, so they can begin the cleansing of your Silicosis before they start one of the few surgeri-"
"No..." Rey whispered out, shaky and hoarse. Clearly, despite the Bacta tank fixing her carotid artery, there was still some damage that hadn't been treated.
Anger rose from her chest, holding up a hand when the Kaminoan tried to reach for her, again.
"S-Stay away..."
Lo kept coming closer, her long neck and limbs allowing her to get closer to the nineteen year-old and have her body at a safe distance from the broken glass.
"I know you're scared, and are deeply displeased by our interference to your right on how you wish to choose death. But, you must see that your life is worth liv-"
"I. Said. LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"
The build up within her rose and with it, a pull to spring forth and to release. And so, Rey used the Force to push the Kaminoan, along with the few doctors and droids close by, backwards.
The glass on the floor and that was on her, also, were shoved by the Force, some leaving cuts to some of the doctors that were in the way but most skidding on the floor.
...One big shard was held tightly in her trembling right-hand, as shame and self-loathing flowed through her veins from what she did to the doctors and droids. They were all fine, probably bruised and only minor cuts from the shards, but not in the worst shape to be treated. Still, she knew that she shouldn't have taken it out on them, who wanted to help her.
Even if it's for the wrong reason, and knows they shouldn't had saved her. Now, they'll see she's unstable, no control over her powers, and can be a dangerous asset to them and their leader... A curse... A Troq.
She stared down at the glass in her hand, and knew that she has to finish what she failed to do, twice.
Rey held the shard to the gap at the top of her chest.
"Rey, no!" A new voice called out and, then, she finds herself frozen in place, the tip of the shard a centimeter pressed in her skin, drawing the smallest droplet of blood to glide down.
Her eyes looked ahead and saw a man, wearing a mask, looking a lot like pastillion ore from the smooth texture that covers the face, and wearing all black, seeming more reptilian than leather or armor, had entered the room, with a gloved hand held in the air towards her.
She's trap in a Force Stasis.
"Calm down, Sister."
Meanwhile, with Kylo Ren...
"It's obvious on what needs to be done! Kill her!"
"Think rationally. Killing her will only result the galaxy to turn on us. We need the support of many, without killing the Princess of Alderaan."
"Do people really still care that she's part of a dead lineage? One she had no blood connection to? In fact, last I recall, Pooja Naberrie was taking over the duty as the ruler of Naboo, while Organa focused on causing rebellion chaos or speak of 'negotiation of peace' in politician dispute. She failed in her attempt to do so from the system, thus chose to take matter into her own hands with the Rebels to continue a war that's gone on for too long. She'll try and do so, again, if we don't kill her."
"Perhaps, but since putting their bounty up and the disband of the Resistance, many won't see their cause as just and will be nothing more than simple thugs or thieves that will end up in prison. We should also suggest sparing her life, along with the lives of the Resistance, which will have many to further follow us, besides the fact that we had gained over thirty-seven percent more support than when we were following Snoke's orders. We must spare her!"
Kylo stayed silent, watching his generals bickering over the topic that's been making them fight like children, since the capture on Sarvchi: What to do with Leia Organa?
Already, four insisted that they kill her. The remaining six, however, believe sparing her life would better suit them. Yet, two believe she'd be better under lock and key on the ship, while three suggest exile and the last one was undecided. Pryde is the one person that can't decide what to do with her, but voted that she lives.
This is a serious problem.
Kylo would believe that having her under his thumb would show off strength amongst his ship and, with her age, she'd be physically incapable to do harm, especially since having the Force-inhibitor cuffs on her to suppress her from using the Force. But, having her stay could result her to continue to influence their imprisoned Resistance captors to continue the war that they've clearly lost. That, and both he and his knights can't be there to keep her guarded and protected from those in the First Order that wish to see her head roll.
Exile would be a good choice, as well, but simply dropping her off to some Maker-forsaken planet, with or without any supplies to live on, even with the cuffs removed, seems too cruel for anybody to ignore. And, if they do leave her on a habitant planet, it would destroy their image. Plus, with nobody to keep an eye on her would mean a new rebellion will rise and have this never-ending war to continue.
Again, this was a serious mess.
"Supreme Leader?" Pryde addressed, bringing the thirty year-old from his train of thoughts. "Have you made a decision, yet?"
He had thought long and hard about it, but it wasn't until his second night, watching Rey floating in the Bacta tank for over two hours, that he came to a decision on what to do with Leia Organa, his mother.
"I have, actually." He answered, having many to lean in against the table. "I've reached a decision, but I wish to reveal it to all of my men, the next time I give a speech to the galaxy. -He held up a hand, stopping any who tried to argue on not telling him what he's decided.- I assure you, Generals, I'd thought long and hard on this, which I'm confident that you'll allcome to agree that I made the right choice when I explain my reasoning. -He turned to Pryde.- Now, is there anything else that we need to discuss about, General Pryde?"
The older-general let out sigh, before he nodded his head.
"Yes, Supreme Leader. And... It's about the girl."
Kylo was really getting tired of his men and followers referring to his beloved as 'The girl', even when they don't mean any disrespect and just aren't sure how to address to her.
"...Of course." He growled, then turned to his generals. "And I can safely assume that you know who she is?" -All nodded their heads to his assumption.- Good. Then, you'll be the first to know, that the girl in the E.R. is going to be my wife and you're Empress."
Most of them, at the same time, made a response to his announcement.
"OUR EMPRESS?!"
Even with his helmet on, they can feel his heated gaze on them and, with a chill traveling down their spines, a warning feeling in edge that he'll use the Force on them.
"You heard me," he grunted. "You may had heard of the title many decided to label her as, 'The Last Jedi', when that title is as false as the way Snoke decided to use domination to gain control over the galaxy. In fact, in spite being with the Resistance for nearly six months, she's not even a member of the Resistance."
That got their attention and they turned to each other, very much intrigued by the news.
"But, our system and Stormtroopers had reported her as the enemy?" General Quinn replied, who seemed to not be in the last thrilled that their target is going to be his empress. "Even if she wasn't a Resistance, she's still tagged as an enemy to the First Order and had killed some of our men! She should be punis- Ack!"
Quinn grasped at his neck and was then lifted out of his seat, choking. His other generals watches him be held in the air, as Kylo raised a hand towards him and up in the air.
"...I should kill you right now, General Quinn, for saying such blasphemy about my Sonellia." He hissed, slightly clenching his fingers a bit closer, tightening around the general's neck. "I spared you once, General Quinn. Perhaps, that was a mistake."
Quinn grunted and hissed, his face turning pink. He was already losing oxygen, as he continues to struggle against the invisible attacker.
"M-... Master- *Grunt* P-Please! Merc-ah!" He begged, a few droplet of spit being coughed up and face turning slightly purple.
Nobody tried to speak up on his behalf. All sat in their chairs, waiting for their ruler to decide General Quinn's fate.
Normally, Kylo would kill him, without a second thought, and have him replaced with another general that won't undermine his judgement and keep their thoughts to themselves.
...But, he swore that there will be change, as soon as he took over as Supreme Leader. So, killing off his men for speaking their mind and not taking action, isn't the way to uphold what he made an oath to do.
What he would do, in order to have Rey stand by him.
With that thought, he released Quinn, dropping back down in his seat while he gasps for breath.
"Consider is your final warning, General Quinn." He warned. "The next time you even come up with a thought to harmmy beloved, the last you'll see is my saber, protruding out from your chest, with or without your heart being forced through."
When he finally gotten air back into his lungs, the general immediately nodded his head.
"Message received, Supreme Leader."
Seeing his threat gotten through to him and the other generals, Kylo went back on the topic.
"You made a valid point that she was tagged as the enemy, General Quinn, but from the reports from our Stormtroopers that was on ground patrol on Jakku, the only reason she was tagged to begin with, was because she was seen standing beside the traitor, FN-2187, and the Beebee-Ate Unit. And, yes, she killed some of our pilots on Jakku and, on Takodana, she killed two of our Stormtroopers. But, you must realize, in both scenario, both had attacked her, first, and she acted in self-defense. And, in both situation, she wasn't with the Resistance. But most of all, on Takodana, I gave the Stormtroopers direct order to bring her to me, alive."
Again, the generals turned to each other, clearly none of them knew that bit of information.
Kylo didn't let their hesitation shirk him off his decision.
"I know that most of you are still uncertain about my choice on who will rule beside me, but I can assure to you all, and to the First Order, that my choice on who I wish to have by my side, who has captured my heart, is just as clear as every stars in the galaxy. And, no doubt, the will of the Force, itself, in order to bring order and balance to the galaxy."
Pryde, hearing the confidence and the gruffness in his tone that his decision is final, spoke up.
"...If what you're saying is true, Supreme Leader... Then, we will all pledge our loyalty to her, just as we pledge it to you."
Kylo, pleased by the response, nodded his head to his Allegiant General.
Then, General Engell, sitting beside a now quiet General Quinn, spoke up.
"I second that, Supreme Leader." She informed, a little nervous when his mask turned to her. "But, please forgive me for my curiosity: While many will support your decision, others may be a bit puzzled as to why you wish to have an enemy to the First Order, which many across the galaxy call her as 'The Last Jedi', as your choice for an empress."
He, too, knew that will happen, too. And, honestly, can't find any fault of her to point that topic up.
"I had considered the concern of my followers would have of me to give my hand to whom they were told to was our enemy, General Engell. But, I can assure you, on the very day I give my speech on what will happen to General Organa, I will also reveal a truth of a lie that's been going on throughout the galaxy. And when I reveal the truth, they will come to see that I've chosen my beloved we-"
BOOOOOOM!
The chairs rattled, and instantly all were standing.
"What was that?!" Pryde cried out, turning to the workers that were instantly looking through the monitors on what just happened.
Kylo felt his heart constrict when one gave them an answer.
"Damage detected, in Meday! In the Emergency Room, Bacta Tank Area!"
Instantly, Kylo made his way to the doors. He needed to head down there.
"Supreme Leader!" Pryde called out.
"This meeting is over!" He announced, one step out when the door open, before turning to General Engell. "Inform Captain Phasma of the report, and have her conduct a headcount on all Resistance workers!"
"Already on it, Supreme Leader!" She replied, using the comm to reach the captain.
"Master!" Ap'lek, swiftly coming around the corner, called out. "You must come quick! It's your Sonellia!"
As soon as one of his knights mentioned Rey, Kylo tapped into their Bond... When, as soon as they connected, he felt something sharp slightly penetrating into his neck, a mere millimeter from touching his Adam's apple, a slight hint of blood leaving the small-cut and seeping against his suit.
He grasped his neck with his left, his voice slightly shaking from the fear and rage on who was hurting his Bond-Mate.
Ap'lek, sensing his master's rage, had to break the news on the real culprit.
"She woke up, Kylo... She's making another attempt on her life."
Rey glared at the stranger. What he called her by felt very odd, and angry that he was stopping her from trying to make a third attempt on her life.
"Release me." She hissed, struggling to free herself from the Force Stasis but having no luck.
The figure in black kept his hand towards her, keeping focus on the amount of force he's using to keep her contained without hurting her.
"Rey, we need you to stay calm and let us help you." He instructed, slowly walking towards her. "Ap'lek is getting Kylo, and will be here, swi-"
"No!" Rey yelled, trying to tap into the power of the Force, but finds herself unable to feel it.
Vicrul instantly knew what she was trying to do. and though it favors him to not having to worry of her using the Force against him, it also tells him how weak her Force-Bond with his master is at the moment when she nearly succeeded on her second attempt.
"You can't gain access to using the Force when you want to use it, Sister." He informed, stopping a few feet from her. "Your near death attempt has badly damaged your Bond with Kylo, that it needs to rebuild the connection the two of you share."
Rey growled at his words, not believing what he was telling her and annoyed of the title he called her by.
"I'm not your sister," she grunted. "And you can't lie to me; I used it to free myself from drowning, and to push your healers away from me! Your workers must've injected some kind of Force-Suppressor Serum into my body, that still has some coursing through my veins!"
Vicrul couldn't help but chuckled.
He's gotta admit, he was very much impressed and amazed that she came to that conclusion, when she's the second Force-Sensitive individual to be given the testing product of the Force-Suppressor Serum.
After looking through every crook and cranny of Snoke's Quarters, they found notes that he had found a way to make a serum that can block a person from using the Force, as if they were severed from the Force or weren't Force-Sensitive to begin with. Clearly, this was intended for Kylo, so he'd be too defenseless to protect himself from Snoke's Mind Probe and finally kills him when he's no longer valuable.
Lo was one of the few scientists that Kylo entrusted to work on the serum. And, as he had hoped, they succeeded of their task, in two weeks time.
Then, came to testing it out and seeing that it works.
Of course, because there's only a handful of Force-Sensitive people all over the galaxy, makes it very difficult to see if it works. Luckily, one of the Knights of Ren, being Cardo, volunteered to be their tested Boma for their serum.
To their shock and praise, it worked. Of course, even when he volunteered, Cardo didn't like not being able to be connected to the Force, let alone unable to feel his brothers' Force Connection. So, when the third day cameand after two results nights and paranoia, Cardo gave his report to the scientists... Along with a threatening message to never give him the serum, again, and will haunt them in their sleeps if they use him for another test that cuts him off from the Force.
Rey was given the serum, as soon as the surgeons started a thorough exam to determine the best choice of action to do to ensure her safety the best. While Ben still feels their Bond, no matter how damage it was, even he could feel something off as soon as they injected the serum.
Vicrul prays that Ap'lek is on his way, with Kylo in tow.
"You truly amaze me, Sister. -He purposely used the given title to the girl, just to see her get her wined up and distracted from him slowly using the Force to pull the glass away from her neck.- Yes, within your veins, our newest serum that now suppresses Force-Sensitive individuals from tapping into it courses through you. However, sensing your distress and your life feeling threatened, you were somehow able to call for it to aid you. No doubt, you being a Force-Dyad with Kylo, granted you such an ability no other Force-Sensitive person could ever achieve."
Rey's eyes flashed with anguish from the mentioning of Kylo and of them being a Force-Dyad. Then, recalling Luke's notes about Force-Bond and Force-Dyad, forced her to push her pain aside and put on the font of anger towards the Knight of Ren.
"You may see it as some sort of blessing, but I know that it's nothing but a curse." She hissed, as her body started to trembled in cold and soon realized she's in nothing but white-undergarments that covers her private areas and her limbs bare.
Where they can see her old-scars, done by others... And herself. Clearly, the Bacta has its limits and can't completely healall wounds a person carries on their body.
She hated the way the doctors, humans and droids, are staring at her with such pity. As if she's a helpless child, that needs to be locked up in a padded room and be sheltered from the entire galaxy.
'As if they actually care about me. They're only treating me, because B-... Kylo ordered them to keep me alive. I bet he even threatened to kill them, if they let me die. -She glared at her captor, flashing him her teeth like a Nexu.-They do know where I'm from. Why don't they know the danger they're in, just by being in the same room with me?'
"You haven't been properly trained on how to use the Force, since Leia Organa isn't in tune with the Force as her brother, Luke Skywalker, Kylo or we are." Vicrul stated, then crouched down to be eye-level with her. "It may seem difficult, but I assure you, Sister, that we'll-"
"I'm NOT your Sister!" She yelled and, feeling the Force Stasis, that was slowly dying down, had finally released its hold on her when he no longer tapped into his power of the Force, and instantly sprang forward and pinned him on his back.
The shard in her hand, that was once aimed for her neck, now was turned to the man's chest, but is unable to pierce through the reptilian-like material.
The doctors jumped at watching their patient making an attempt to attack a Knight of Ren.
"Master Vicrul!" They cried, all making a move to go and help him.
However, Vicrul has other plans.
"Stay back!" He ordered the doctors, holding up a hand towards them to stop, but kept his face on the girl. 'Ap'lek, you better get on over here with Kylo. I can't keep stalling her, without risking to over use the Force to stress her heart any further to keep her in Stasis. And he'll have my hide for a new cape, if I dare force her to sleep and he didn't get the chance to see her awake in days.'
Rey glared down at the mask that covers her target's face, hating how much it makes her feel like prey, like how many of the males on Jakku used to look at her as if she's their prey.
...How it, along with five other figures that was with Kylo Ren, in that vision she had on Takodana, made her frightened and haunted. Yet, the person behind one of the seven dare mock her and act like she's his kin? As if he didn't put her in a Force Stasis, and prevented her on taking her life.
Her hazel-eyes, tired but full of despair and anger, looked up at the doctors.
"You shouldn't had kept me alive," she growled. "You should've let me die. -Her eyes went back down at her victim, who remained still. Not making a move to get her off him.- Even he knows that I'm better off dead, even if he's being influenced by the Bond to keep me alive. Nothing good will come to me living, back then, now or ever."
The twenty-nine year-old Savarian knew she still doubted the Bond she has with Kylo, but to hear it coming out of her own lips was very heartbreaking to him. To see the self-loathe, disgust and self-hatred towards herself, made him want to go find those who made her feel so unloved and detestable towards herself and make them beg her for her forgiveness, before he and the Knights of Ren kill them.
Whether she accepts it or not, she is Kylo's Bond-Mate and, through their bond, the Knights of Ren's sister and they will do whatever it takes to keep her safe from harm. Even if that one person who dare harms her, is herself and the demons that others influenced into her mind.
"You sound certain that Kylo would be better off if you'd died, when it's the complete opposite." He stated, reaching for the shard with his hand, but Rey pulled it out from his reach and pulled herself off of him.
She gave him a determined, but also a confused look.
"...You don't know what I'm insinuating." She pointed out. "Clearly, he told you everything he believes to know about me. Had he, also, told you where I'm from?"
Her question, like the expression on her face, made Vicrul just as confused and curious.
"You're from that scrap-ball known as 'Jakku'." He instantly answered, sitting up and slowly getting to his feet as the young-woman did before him. "What does that have anything to do with-?"
"You don't know. Outsiders don't know what goes on in Jakku." She sneered. "Especially of the curse."
All the doctors appeared startled, and some started to get nervous when she mentioned the curse.
"'Curse'?" Lo questioned, very much curious than sweating bullets like most of her peers. "What curse?"
Rey stared at the Kaminoan. She isn't in the least surprised that the angelic-like alien would question about something nobody outside of Jakku knows about the planet.
"...The Curse of the Two Suns... To those who fail to snuff out their own light, and set... Those who end up destined to bring misgivings, and become the bringer of death."
TBC