Just letting my fingers work, seeing where it leads. Enjoy. I don't own Star Wars.
His footsteps echoed down the narrow corridor, gaining all eyes of the present stormtroopers to the tall form. Clad in all black was his style.. yet he clutched an old dirty white helmet, a trooper's. He strolled into a room, walking up to Phasma's back.
"Captain, I believe we have a stowaway on board this vessel." She turned at Kylo's chilling voice that slipped through the mask he wore.
"Aren't you supposed to be elsewhere, sir?" She asked softly, respect heavy in her voice along with curiosity.
"I've been given the coordinates to a place in a system quite a bit away. A planet called Lo'Suten. See to it that whomever has come aboard this ship is either captured or killed, as per your judgement captain." He answered, his words spaced out and calm.
She peered down at the helmet before taking it, watching as Kylo departed. She curtly and coldly snapped orders to her troops to locate the intruder.
Kylo made his way to the main hanger, heading toward his waiting ship, an Upsilon-class command shuttle whose grey-black durasteel blocked the overhead light in such a manner to cast a long shadow.
He addressed one of his personal guards, his pilot, while the rest went into the ship; "Set a course for Lo'Suten. I want us there as quickly as possible."
The man snapped his hand to his helmet in a salute. "Sir!" He turned and jogged into the ship.
Ren peered at the impressively designed vessel before sweeping his gaze to the door that led back into the big ship they were on, the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer dubbed Finalizer.
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The command shuttle began to drop altitude, wings tucking, retracting down as it landed. A convoy of officials and the royalty came from the palace, quite a bit away from the docking pad set at the edge of the largest chunk of floating rock.
Marceline the ambassador arrived first, the rest pausing as their translator and negotiator assessed the situation first. Kylo, along with his guards save for pilot and co-pilot, headed out to greet the lone proud female.
Her stern clipped voice was the first to fill the air. "His majesty Odera wishes to know the reasoning as per the presence with First Order's Master of the Knights of Ren." He looked behind the staff member, gazing for several seconds at the king.
"Tell the king no harm is brought with my being here. He may safely approach, along with the rest of present company." She studied him after his words ended before turning to give the signal for them to approach.
She told them what Kylo had said. Odera eyed Kylo with a hint of suspicion, his human-like features showing his curiosity and much, much more. His golden-feathered wings flexed at his back, ceremonial white robe tightly hanging to his lean frame by a silver sash. His copper eyes watched Kylo with interest.
"The master knight himself, standing before me." The slow drawl of the king held a slur similar to that of the German accent on Earth. "To what pleasure.. do I give wonder to with your arrival, mm?"
Kylo smirked beneath his mask, linking his arms at the base of his back. "The First Order has heard rumors.. ones that draw our focus to your world.. Rumors of a boy hiding among your citizens, parading as one of yours. A boy with ties to thee-" He paused, intaking a breath. His next words were slow, deliberate, pronounced with such care. "-late.. Boba.. Fett."
The king's eyes went wide as his wings flared. "You think us capable of militarizing with such a lad, master knight?" His hushed words hissed. "I assure you.. we are unaware of such a being in our city.. let alone our kingdom." He said in a defensive rush. "That, master knight, is an accusation I will not tolerate!"
Kylo drew his cross-guard saber, letting it come to life with a mere flick of a finger. He twirled the lightsaber, watching in mild humor at the nobility taking a step back. "Odera, king of Lo'Suten, you wound me." His words were deathly calm, almost casually light. "I never implied such." His eyes, behind his mask, flickered to the chairman of affairs, the grey-haired elder reeking of fear. He turned his body to face said man, tilting his head as he held the saber, slowly raising it to point the weapon at the man. "You."
The man took a step back, all eyes turning onto him in confusion, even the king.
"I can see what's in your mind.. You know where this boy is.. and you're going to tell me exactly where."