I'm going with the assumption, ch1 Guest reviewer, that he killed off most, but one or two got away. It would explain her lack of knowledge, plus still give me the room to play with this force-user for pure amusement of the readers. Thank you for the review. This story has no real direction, it's purely written on the moment for amusement. Enjoy the chapter.
Kylo heard the heavy pounding of his booted feet as he moved swiftly down the hallway, onboard the Destroyer Arcanis. The commander and his crew had managed to secure the escaped vessel, taking the pilot down into the detention level. He needed to see if this individual was the rumored mercenary or just some crook with a bad rap with the Order.
He pushed his way past several doors, stepping down two flights of stairs and rounding every corner with elegant precision before at last the designated trooper snapped to attention. "Sir, the scoundrel is weaponless and inside cell 14."
"Good." Kylo coldly responded as he moved beyond, easily locating the cell. He prepared himself and opened the door, closing it behind him.
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Air.. She needed air. She couldn't breathe. She gasped, her chest struggling, her hands clenching into the leather of whatever was around her. Talking could be heard, her ears jumbling the conversation. She kept her eyes closed, blurred vision failing her.
"Get her inside, swiftly!"
She was dragged forth, supported by warmth, held up by strong arms. She was led through coldness, her jacket flapping behind her as they nearly ran down identical corridors, one after the next. Something was shoved onto her face, her scarf pushed down as air filtered into her aching lungs. She breathed, inhaling as much as she could while struggling against her captors.
Her vision cleared, allowing her to see two black dressed men holding her tightly with troopers just behind. They gracelessly tugged her into a cell, plopping her down onto the cold table. The men didn't seem to notice that she wasn't among their gender. Once they were happy that she could breathe on her own they removed the mask and she had just enough time to pull up her scarf, securing it into place before they grabbed her wrists. They cuffed them together at her back and connected the chain to them that was attached to the table. They left her legs free, but knew she was going nowhere.
That was where she was left.
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Kylo turned, scanning the captured being with his mask on to shield his expressions and gaze. He moved over, watching as she opened her eyes, tensing at his presence.
"So." He started, his deep voice filtering through his mask with a calm touch.
"The famous Kylo Ren." The being spoke, the neutral sounding voice making it rather hard to tell the gender. The clothes hid the form effectively. "Release me at once, I'm not the one you seek."
Kylo arched a brow at the chosen words, selecting his own response carefully. "No, something tells me you know the one I seek." He pulled a chair up, sitting down with his chest against the back of the chair, arms draped across lazily. "And you're going to tell me how to find him."
She squinted her cloudy-blue eyes at him, noticing the way he seemed entirely focused on her. "And whom might you be in search of?"
"A mercenary, rumor says. As far as legends go the last famous one who wore the attire this man apparently wears.. was said to have died ages ago. I'm curious as to the identity of this individual." Kylo explained, unaware just who sat before him.
She shrugged, shaking her head. "If you're looking for a mercenary then Lo'Suten is the last place you'd find one." She commented dryly.
Kylo stood, walking up to her to grasp her neck.. before slowly pulling down the scarf. His eyes widened beneath his mask.
She smirked at him. "Wasn't expecting a girl, were you?"
He cleaned the expression under his mask, snorting. "If you are unaware then you are of no use to me.. but I'm told your piloting skills were impressive. How old are you girl?"
She made a show of rattling her brain before coldly responding; "Seventeen cycles, or years."
She was so young. "Do you have a name?"
She knew her next words would cause a bad reaction but they slipped free before she could stop herself. "Not one dirty enough to come from you-"
His hold tightened on her neck. "I am not known for having much patience, girl."
"Alright!" He let go, watching her closely. "Elaina."
What a curious name. "My dear.. Elaina-" He said the words with honeyed venom. "-I want the location and identity of this mercenary."
"I don't know of a male mercenary, that much I can tell you."
He stared at her long and hard, musing silently. He detected.. "You speak the truth." ..honesty. His gaze narrowed though. "Yet I sense it is only half." He tilted his head.
"Can you take that damn mask off?" She whispered, wiggling uncomfortably on the table.
He said nothing before lifting his hands to the helmet, listening for the click before removing it. He set it down on the table a bit from her.
She studied his face, the clear features, pale skin, smooth eyes, black lengthy hair. Her eyes narrowed.
He arched a brow at her before giving a blank face, lifting a hand to aim it toward her head.
She tensed.. before she felt it.