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It must've been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper--it wasn't like you destroyed the place when things didn't go your way--but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance's best soldiers to date. Though, you weren't Force Sensitive nor were you a 'helluva pilot', you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.
"Unleash the hound," Poe joked as you stood in one of the carriers filled with other Resistance soldiers, your eyes rolling as a small chuckle left your lips. "And by hound, I mean-"
"I know, I know," You spoke into the com, "You're very funny Poe, but need I remind you who had to save your ass from a pair of Jawas..." Arching an eyebrow, you check your blasters one last time before looking over at Finn who was the slightest of jittery--this was his first assigned mission and you knew for a fact he was anticipating the action, reuniting with his ex-allies--well, now adversaries.
"Okay, you promised to keep that between us, not to tell the whole Resistance," Poe mumbled, narrowing his eyes as he flew ahead, leading his squadron. "But now that Jess knows about this, I'm pretty sure she won't let this down-"
"You bet I won't!" Jessika exclaimed, a laugh following after, causing you to snicker.
"Alright, kiddos, let's pay attention to the real problem ahead." Karé spoke up, causing you to sigh the slightest. "We should be landing on Jakku very soon."
"Why is everything on Jakku..." Finn mumbled next to you. "Does-does everyone love that damn sand planet? Why can't it be Tatooine? Huh?" Looking over at him, you chuckled.
"Tatooine? Really? Don't you like...hate sand?" You snickered, causing the young man to roll his eyes. "It's just a little sand, look, you fought Kylo Ren--Kylo Ren--this should be cake." Patting his back, Finn nodded as he took in a deep breath. "You'll be fine, plus, you've got me." You winked.
In a matter of moments, everyone was piling out of their carriers, the TIE fighters and X-Wings flying high above in their own battle as everything suddenly unraveled in front of you--you knew this was going to interesting, especially when you were about to see Finn participate in his first major mission that wasn't unplanned or last minute. "Alright, bud, let's do this!" Giving Finn's shoulder a tight squeeze of encouragement, you rushed off.
Blasts after blasts were being fired, things setting on fire while the ground exploded a good distance away from you. You lived for this kind of stuff, if it wasn't for the fact that your parents were war veterans and you lived a life on the battle field, you wouldn't have been so casual with the thought you could die in any minute. In reality, you greeted death like an old friend, if you were going to die--you were going to die with pride, knowing you did your people well. "Don't fall behind!" You shouted over to Finn as you shot at a few troopers, Finn rushing up towards you as the two of you hid behind a pile of junk. "You're gonna survive this!"
Nodding his head, he took in a deep breath. "Me?! I'm worried about you! You like running head on! Aren't you the least bit worried that you could be injured--or worse--killed?!" Finn shouted as you shrugged. "Are you even real?!"
"Apparently not!" Standing up, you fired the blasters in either of your hands, knocking out a handful of stormtroopers.
Rushing off, Finn threw his hands up in the air. "You have got to be kidding me!" He whined, rushing after you as you continuously shot, Finn shooting when necessary, you getting most of the troopers aiming your way. "Are-are you always this...insane?!" Finn yelled as you nodded.
"Basically! Get used to it, kid!" You laughed, shooting at another trooper, smashing your blaster against another troopers head as you shot a pair. "When you're in constant war, there's not time to relax--the adrenaline is real and I have to take advantage of it!" Running off, Finns eyes widened as he chased after.
"I can see that!" Shooting his own blaster, you watched as a few more shuttles landed, you grinning as Finn whined. "Come on!"
"This is war, Finn, get used to it!" Hiding behind a large piece of metal scrap, Finn simply stood there as he watched Phasma walk down the ramp. "Oh, maker..." Grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down as the new round of stormtroopers shot, you pointed a finger. "Come on, Finn! What happened to the Finn that stopped at nothing to save Rey! Think as if you're doing that again, maybe then you'll get motivation!" Standing up and firing a few rounds, you crouched down again.
"Well, I can't when I know Rey is back there with Luke swinging their lightsabers like it's nobodies problem!" Finn loudly whispered over to you before something exploded off to the left of you two. "Jeez!"
"You can do this Finn, trust me, I've survived for so long." You nodded as you stood up, arms out as you shrugged. "And you don't see me trembling!" Walking backwards, you only turned around and rushed off, Finn shaking his head and sitting down as he took in a breath.
"How am I supposed to compare to that?" Rolling his shoulders, he stood back up and began firing. "I guess someones gotta match up with your insanity, y/n." Shooting, Finn ran off deeper into the battle. If someone else was going to go down with you, it would've been Finn--he was ruthless in that field when it came to defending his friends.
Looking up at the blinding light of yet another shuttle, you recognized this one to be different than the others--the command shuttle. "Ah, so the son of a bitch has arrived, huh..." You smirked, looking back down as more stormtroopers swarmed around. You wondered if Rey and Luke were going to handle the commander, although Leia said there was no action necessary to be taken towards the commander unless he initiated it, and if he had--then only Luke and Rey could deal with it, no one else.
So you let it be. You weren't up to having a damn lightsaber through your chest or cut off your head for that matter, so you continued on fighting--and knowing Leia, she definitely wouldn't want you near the man, the idea of losing one of her best was not something she was looking forward to. "COME ON!" You shouted to your fellow soldiers, waving a hand as they all followed in your direction.
It was a disaster, but what battle wasn't? There were more and more tents and huts on fire as more eruptions were being heard. Up in the sky were more explosions, a few of the fighters came crashing down and causing more of a wreck to the surrounding area. It didn't help that there were more stormtroopers than expected.
Gritting your teeth as it felt as if the number of enemies were increasing rather than decreasing, you felt yourself becoming ravenous. It didn't help that some of your men were killed from the overwhelming number of stormtroopers--did the Resistance really underestimate the Order? "Bastard." You gritted your teeth even more, straddling a trooper as you smashed the back end of your blaster against its head, the sudden pressure knocking them out. Snatching their own blaster, you shot at a few coming to your side, tossing it towards one running towards you. "WHY WONT YOU ALL JUST DIE OUT?!" You grunted, feeling your adrenaline slowly run out.
Without a doubt, you were going to reach your breaking point and wouldn't be able to hold much any longer, but you were persistent--too persistent--so even if your body ached in pain, you fought on.
The number of Resistance soldiers were dwindling, and from where you were, you could spot the glowing colors of green and blue flashing around from a good distance as a blaster shot from behind you--it couldn't possibly just be four of you against more than a dozen!
Looking around, your heart echoed in your ears as you spotted all the troopers surrounding you, Finn calling for backup through the comp as you took in heavy breaths. You were used to this, hell, you had fought against dozens of stormtroopers on your own before--but this time, this time your instincts were kicking in and you felt nothing but a bad tugging feeling in your stomach. You guys couldn't lose, you couldn't just give up now, you had to stand your ground and nothing was going to stand in your way.
Pulling out your blasters and ignoring the simple fact that your body was slowly giving out, along with the deafening thought that there were over twelve stormtroopers in the surrounding area, you grew vicious.
Tossing your blaster towards the trooper in front of you, you quickly rushed behind him and kicked the back of his knees, snatching his blaster and holding him in a headlock as you shot at his comrades. "You bucket heads are all nothing but nuisances." You snarled, shooting a good five of them.
"Y/N!" Finn called out from behind. "Y/N!" Getting too caught up and trying to eradicate all of the surrounding stormtroopers, Finns voice was hollowed out. "Y/N! Y/N, HEY!"
"Y/N!" A third parties voice came in, your head shooting in its direction as you saw Rey standing by Finn, a sudden blast shooting your thigh and causing you fall to the ground.
"Fuck!" You cursed, the blaster slipping out of your grip as the trooper that was in your grip instantly snatched it, you shooting him with your second blaster before you hissed in pain. Clutching onto your thigh as you sat on your knees, trying to shoot at more stormtroopers, your arm gave out.
Laying a hand against the sand to keep your balance as you were hunched forward, you took in heavy pants as the pain in your thigh burned. "Y/N!" Ignoring Rey's call, you were about to pick up your blaster once again, only to see it fly off. Growing wide eyed, you looked over to Rey in Finn, sweat coating your forehead as you gave her a confused look as if you were wondering as to why she had done it. But the moment you saw the two defending themselves off instead of Rey stopping you from battling any longer, you realized it wasn't her, a sudden bright red light came into your line of vision as it appeared over your right shoulder. "Y/N! NO!" Rey called out again, you gulping as your eyebrows knitted.
Knowing exactly who it was, your body froze in its spot until the man walked around and stood right in front of you, you looking up at him as your jaw clenched. Never in a million years did you think you'd have to come face to face with the menace that was Kylo Ren. "Y/N!" Finn and Rey echoed, your eyes locked on to the visior of the helmet rather than over at your friends as you felt your body tense up.
It wasn't fear, it couldn't have been, you told yourself to never fear the enemy--but the sight of the man who could kill you with one swing of his lightsaber made your blood run cold. "Commander," Hearing a female voice speak up, the man didn't even bother to turn his attention away. "It seems as if a fleet of Resistance members is coming our way with more man than we have left on the field."
Feeling your body tremble the slightest, the man deactivated his lightsaber as you felt a pair of hands on either of your arms. "Fall out." Swallowing the lump in your throat, you were instantly pulled to your feet, the pain in your thigh shooting up as the yells of Rey and Finn called out from behind you echoed in your ears. "Bring her on board." Turning around, you blinked, looking over your shoulders to see swarms of troopers hold back Rey and Finn as they continuously fought their way through and continued shouting your name.
Looking over at the trooper to your left, you instantly elbowed them, kicking their shin with your good leg as you snatched his blaster, about to shoot the other trooper, only to be frozen in your spot. You couldn't feel a single muscle in your body, everything suddenly going numb as if you were paralyzed. Shifting your eyes over to the dark figure stalking your way, your breath grew heavier and faster as you knew he had done this to you. If you could, you would've cussed him out with every curse word there was in all the languages you knew, but you didn't want to make things worse and you definitely did not want to lose your life.
"Persistant, are we..." He spoke up in a rather mocking tone, standing dangerously close to you as he knocked out the blaster from your grip, your eyes looking at it as the man instantly waved a hand and sent you into oblivion. "Make sure those two don't follow," Kylo demand to the two troopers as they nodded, running off over to Rey and Finn as they continuously called out your name as they watched Kylo hold you over his shoulder.
"Y/N!" Rey cried out before you were out of her sight, unconscious body in the enemies hold. "Y/N!"
. . .
The second your body slipped back into consciousness, the pang of pain in your thigh caused you to hiss. Your once shut eyes slowly fluttering open to the sight of the bland room--not a single window in sight nor a drop of color--everything black and silver. Taking in a slow, deep breath, your teeth clenched as you looked down at the wound, seeing how it burned through the material of your pants, thankful to see it hadn't gone too far deep.
Leaning your head back, you swallowed as you shut your eyes for a moment--out of all people, why did you have to be the one now in restraints on what possibly was a First Order flagship. "Good, you're awake." Hearing a male, accented voice, your eyes trailed down to the redhead. Hux. Snarling the slightest, the man raised an eyebrow as he walked up to you. "I'm sure you're well aware of this chamber, seeing as one of your friends was sat in that exact spot--except he escaped through the help of a rogue trooper. I'm sure that won't happen to you," He harshly smiled, causing you to glare. "Rather than having Ren, himself, interrogate you...I believe it would be best I would. That is why we're moving you." Waving a hand, a pair of stormtroopers walked, unlatching the restraints as they attached a pair of binders on your wrists, grabbing onto your upper arms.
"And you truly expect for me to give out valuable information on the Resistance? Or Luke Skywalker if your dearest commander is still obsessed on executing him?" You cocked up an eyebrow as the generals jaw tensed up. "It's quite foolish of you not to use your commanders cheap tricks that is mind reading...but if you insist on doing the interrogation, then this must be easy." You smiled, only for the man to walk out as the troopers dragged you along.
"I may not be Force Sensitive, but I have my ways of getting information out." He grinned, walking down the halls as fellow officers had passed by, paying you no mind as you did the same--the last of your worries were stuck up, Order scum. "Whether in a humane or inhumane way, we will get out what we want, Resistance scum."
Rolling your eyes, you were pulled into a whole new room, four dark grey walls surrounding the black metallic table along with a one way window sitting next to the door. "How secretive of you," You scoffed, looking over to the window as the troopers forced you to sit on the metal chair as they took a step back, Hux standing in front of you with arms crossed. "So...do your job." You nodded, lying your now binded wrists on the table.
"We will start simple--tell us what you know." Scoffing, you laughed.
"Do you honestly think I have time for your bullshit, general? You can't possibly think you chose the best candidate to interrogate, now, did you?" Tilting your head, the man sighed. "Of course not. Let me guess, your going to ask me again and again, you're gonna get violent--with that bitch face of yours, you seem to be the violent kind--your gonna try and torture the shit out of me and still get absolutely nothing because I don't break."
"Are you sure about that?" He took a step forward as you nodded. "Mind telling me how your parents died, dearest Y/N Y/L/N." Slightly narrowing you eyes, you gulped.
"You very well know what happened to them, bastard." You spat. "After all, you were the one who killed them." Speaking through gritted teeth, you tried your damnedest to keep your cool, knowing how very easily it took you to get ticked--especially by the general.
"Did I?" He asked. "Please, refresh my memory."
"You son of a bitch!" You lunged forward, only to have the troopers hold you back. "You can try all you want, but all you're gonna get is nothing but fucking trouble out of me you jackass!"
"Quite the tongue you have, makes me wonder as to why you're even with the Resistance," Hux chuckled as you rolled your eyes.
"Fuck off," You seethed, sitting back in your seat as you snatched your shoulders away from the troopers grip. "Tell that wimpy ass commander of yours to do the interrogating, maybe then he'll actually get something out."
"As much as I'd love to see the commander mentally torture you, I don't think it's fair he take all the credit." Pulling the chair back, Hux sat down. "I seem to irritate you quite easily-"
"No shit, you're vexing." You scoffed.
"Much more easily than I do the commander...I could only imagine you two going on rampages together-"
"You don't know a single thing about me, ginger fool, so keep your thoughts to yourself." You seethed through your clenched teeth.
From behind the window, kylo stood there with crossed arms, watching--and listening--to the fall out. He had to admit, your temper was a tad bit worse than his own--at least what ticked him off was something going wrong, where as for you, it was the simple sight of the general. Sure, Kylo couldn't stand his comrade, but he didn't go around slamming the man with constant slurs and insults. He couldn't help but be the slightest of fascinated in you.
Of course, on the battlefield, he had noticed you long before--something about you caught his attention--the way you radiated power and determination. Just by the way you shot at his troopers without a single flinch and by the way you cursed at them every time they had shot at you or one of your fellow men only made him more intrigued. For someone who was supposed to be on the 'good' side sure seemed as if you hadn't been--which only made the commander question as to why you were even a Resistance soldier--let alone, related to your parents. He had seen the two here and there before on the battlefield and they were nothing like you--you were just a savage, and you were exceedingly passionate about victory and helping the Resistance. He could only imagine how it would be if you were on his side...maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with Hux alone.
Watching as you shouted profanities, spoke back to the general, and even shot out sarcastic remarks, Kylo tried his damnedest not to laugh--to him, this was amusing, and there was nothing better than seeing someone not have a care in the galaxy to back-talk to man as powerful as Hux himself.
"Don't think for a second you bringing up my parents death will make me weak. If anything, it gives me more of a reason to want and capture your sorry ass and lock you up for good." Leaning forward on your elbows, Hux arched an eyebrow.
"You don't want to kill me?" He smirked as your eyes rolled.
"Do I look like a murderer to you? I mean, sure, I shoot down your useless troopers, but thats out of self defense--not out of fuckin' revenge. I don't believe in holding a grudge and stopping at nothing to avenge my parents death. They wouldn't want that. But, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't want to torture you to the point where it feels as if you're about to die." You were now the one smirking as Hux's half smile dropped. "You better pray to that supreme leader of yours that I never escape, because if I do, I'm coming back for you."
Leaning back in your seat, your words dripped like venom--for a person who could read liars and tell when people were talking just for shit--Hux knew for a fact you meant everything you had said, as if he felt fear for the slightest moment. Clearing his throat, he stood up. "Your threats mean nothing to me."
"Is that why you're cowering out so suddenly?" You snickered. "Do I frighten you, general?"
"You're nothing to me, just like your parents were-"
"Are you threatening me?" You raised an eyebrow. "You better hope I don't take you down the second I'm released from these restraints. I'll make sure that pretty hair on your head is no longer attached." Scrunching up his face in disgust, he aimed for the door. "Scared of a little girl? You can't be!" You shouted.
"Watch her!" Hux shouted before exiting the room, looking over to seeing Kylo standing there.
"Miserable." He simply stated, earning a look from Hux as if he contemplated whether or not to back talk, only to walk off.
Taking in a deep breath, Kylos arms fell to his sides as his fists balled up, walking into the room as he watched you sit there, eyeing the cuffs, only for his attention to turn to the burn wound on your thigh. "Leave." Hearing the mechanical voice, your eyes shifted from the binds, over your shoulder as you heard the stormtroopers walk out, leaving you alone with the commander. "You've got quite the temper." Standing to the left of you, you simply looked straight at the wall ahead of you.
"Do you admire it?" You joked, only to hear a slight snicker come from his helmet.
"Possibly so." Narrowing your eyebrows, Kylo came into sight as he stood at the edge of the table, leaning his palms against it as he looked over at you. "You seem to...frighten the general." Sniggering, you shrugged.
"Good, although I would've preferred frightening you."
"I think we both know who is scared of who in this room." Slowly looking over at Kylo, you gulped quietly.
"Are you here to turn my brain into mush? I'd prefer that over hearing that general of yours speak." You nodded with a fake grin.
"As tempting as that sounds, no." Furrowing your eyebrows once again, you leaned back in the seat.
"Then why am I here?" You questioned as Kylo stood up straight, crossing his arms behind his back as he circled the table.
"You are quite..." Taking in a deep breath, he stopped mid-pace right behind you. "Fascinating."
Scrunching up your eyebrows even more, you slowly spoke up. "How so...?"
"You are so full of rage...yet, you are not..." Kylo tilted his head the slightest, as if he were reading you. "You fight with such determination and fierceness that it makes me question as to where you stand-"
"Clearly on the light."
"Yes, of course...but with all that anger in you, the way you're easily ticked off, are you really?" Rolling your eyes, Kylo removed his helmet from himself, you hearing the hiss from behind.
"Don't think for a second you can convince me to turn to your side. I am who I am for a reason, I am violent because thats the way I get things done on the battlefield. That doesn't mean I'm like that towards others." Hearing a hum come from him, you sighed. "Well, aside from infuriating men such as general ginger." Hearing a rather clear snicker rather than a muffled one, you looked over your shoulder.
"Are you sure it isn't hate you feel towards the general?" Slightly squinting your eyes at the sound of a less mechanical voice, you took in a deep breath.
"No, and if I did, I am not Jedi...I could feel hate and still be on the good side. But I do not feel hate...just annoyed."
Hearing him walk once again, he spoke up. "Are you annoyed by me?" Seeing him come into view, you nearly gasped at the sight of him. Sure, you knew Kylo Ren was no other than the son of Leia Organa and Han Solo...but you never expected him to look this way? How foolish of you, the two were as beautiful as they come, of course their son would look breathtaking!
Mentally swatting away the thoughts of how strangely good looking the man was with all his unique features, your eyes shifted away from his own--it wasn't fair that the enemy was handsome--especially when he had hair much more nicer than yours was now. "What do you think?"
Smirking the slightest, he studied your face, eyes shifting up and down. "I think you're...intrigued." Shooting your eyes over at him, your face now held a muddled expression. "It doesn't take mind reading to see that. You're also terrified, or at least when I have the helmet on. Though you like to tell yourself you aren't, when you are."
"I'm not. I'm not any of that."
"Of course you're not any of that towards the general...but towards me, I beg to differ." Narrowing your eyes at his cockiness, Kylo's hand reached over, hovering above the binds holding your wrists together, only to see the cuffs snap. "I know what I said is the truth, and it's only fair I speak my mind." Looking back up at him, he straightened his back. "I feel the same way towards you--fascination and fear." Blinking at his statement, you felt thrown back. "I'd be lying if I said your temper does not intimidate me...it's far more worse than my own. I'd also be lying if I said I don't find you quite...ravishing." Feeling your heart skip a beat as your throat locked, you took in a breath.
"Why are you telling me this...?"
"Because, it gives me a reason as to why I'm letting you go." Growing wide eyed, he placed his helmet on the table. "You're a valuable member to the Resistance, an exceedingly valuable one that is. Take this an opportunity to not be so courageous as you are, for all we know next time I won't be the one who captures you."
"As if I'd let myself be captured." You snapped.
"You did this time around," Nodding over to your wound, you gently touched it. "Make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm sloppy, I let two of my inmates slip right out of my nose...why not a third?" Looking down for a moment, your eyes trailed back up. You couldn't feel much malice for him, at least not at the moment.
"I-I'm not the best at piloting." You admit as you slowly stood up.
"I'm sure you'll find your way around." Picking up his helmet, you swallowed.
"How do you expect me to just walk out of here when your halls are filled?"
"You will find a way, I know you will." Kylo nodded his head before taking a step forward, leaning down as his lips were dangerously close to your ear, sending chills down your spine. "Don't get yourself killed, I'd like to see you on the battlefield again some day." Kissing your cheek gently as you had sucked in your breath, he straightened his posture and aimed for the door, sliding on his helmet.
Exhaling as you watched him leave, you felt your cheeks burn up. Did the commander of the First Order actually let you out...just like that? Without laying a single hand--well, mentally--on you and not harming you? Pushing the thoughts to a side, you knew for a fact you were limited on time and did not want to stay locked up any longer on the Finalizer--so you left as quickly as possible.
The moment you snatched the TIE fighter and left the vessels hanger and realized no one--or at least it felt like--had been shooting at you, you knew for a fact Kylo took part in your escape with more than just a simple 'leave'. You just didn't know how long the tingling sensation on your cheek would last.