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The bright blue sky of Naboo was only a fraction of what the lush planet had to offer. The sounds and sight of birds flying across the air would surely catch the attention of a wandering child, distracted by its wings and the question as to how it could get around from place to place without touching the ground. The gentle breeze and voices of rushing water combined, filled with a variety of breathtaking foliage, created what other habitants of different planets would consider a paradise. But it wasn’t the world around them that encaptured the civilians today.

It was the very visible outline of multiple First Order ships, hovering right above the atmosphere.

They had come a day before, with no context or warning as to what their business was with Naboo. The terrified whispers asked each other one question. Will we be a show of power?

The galaxy could remember the last time such a weapon was used. Scars, after all these years, could still sting. A reminder could have been preferred over what the people of Alderaan had faced instead of no remembrance at all. Following the death of the Emperor, the planet had to face an important task at hand, which is now in the process of clearing its image of being the home of something so evil.

As they tried to sweep away the wicked, it showed right back at their door. Waiting for the right moment to be let in.

-

You paced back and forth in the library of the royal palace, hologram transmitter open and ready for any news. You had to get out of the throne room. Arguments and idiotic displays of power from the governor and other council members disgusted you as their advisement to the young queen was nothing but stupid.

Your heart sank to your stomach as you remember the pained look of Queen Revisalla, head low as she tried to process the words from her “trusted” council, being pulled in all different directions. Memories flooded in, from so long ago. You were in that same place, same council. The face of Naboo, but not in control. You had to thank the Empire for that, keep you confined to Theed for your reign.

“This is ridiculous.”

Even as young as you were, your mind was made up. The night of your election, you pondered at what your first order of business was. Instant connections and diplomatic trips to Mid Rim and Core planets, solidifying that your world still had goodness. A fire burning deep inside you to give your life to your people, opened the way to a better chance for the bruised economy and way of living. So when told that the possibility of no real change to happen during your time by your “advisors”, you blew your fucking top off.

As childish as it was, it was justified. Your frustration grew as the power you held began to diminish, taken over by the council. The amount of times you had gone around their backs for a say in a plan of action or order grew, angering the men you had come to hate. Despite the mutual tension between you both, you were very much surprised to receive an invitation to join the council years after your reign. The excuse was to assist future monarchs from a former one.

Another ploy in their game. No wonder the galaxy saw Naboo as a joke.

The holo transmitter beeped to life, startling you. Scrambling to open it, you prayed to the stars for some decent news. There was no such good news when it involved the First Order. A small figure of the captain of the guard popped up, his wrinkled face even more scrunched in concern.

“My lady, we have made contact, you need to report to the throne room immediately.”

“I’m on my way.”

You threw the library doors open, your personal guard Abie, scurrying behind you.”What happened? What did they say?”

“We’ve made contact, and that’s all.” You breathed heavily, picking up the skirt of your day dress far above your knees. Why care for exposure when you could probably be blown to bits in a matter of minutes. “You would think they could’ve said good news or bad news?”

“Maybe they want to keep you on your toes.” He replied, boots stomping against the marbled floor. “Keep you sharp.”

“This is a matter of life and death, but yes. Let’s go ahead, for the dramatics!” Your snap echoed throughout the hall.

“My lady!” Abie spoke in a hushed tone.

“Oh what are they going to do?” You loudly whispered as you hurried up a staircase. “I’m not the one causing mass hysteria.”

“We must be calm, collected.” Abie spoke under his breath, ready to take another smart quip from you. All he got was a sigh as you dropped your dress, smoothing it out.

“I am calm. I am collected.” You affirmed to him, taking a deep breath. “And if not, slap some sense into me.”

“Gladly.” He gave a small smile.

You walked in the throne room, dignified but rushed. Queen Revisalla sat on the throne, speaking softly to the councilwomen, hair and clothing close to perfect. Their scowls and hushed whispers was like music to your ears. The Queen’s eyes lit up as you entered in, like a wave of relief washed over her. “I’m pleased to see you, Lady (Y/N).”

“As am I, your highness.” You smiled and bowed before taking your seat.

“So are we, might I say. Since we have been patiently awaiting your return.” Governor Sillin pipped up, hands behind his back.

“The palace is a large place, sir. One can get lost so easily.” Councilman Mont had chimed in, giving a small polite chuckle. The governor turned to him, a face that said “did I ask you?”.

As everyone took their seats, Councilman Conter cleared his throat, holding onto a holopad. “We have received a transmission from the First Order vessel known as the Finalizer, along with several fighter ships in tow.”

Holding up a small holopad, Conter placed in the center table, turning on the device. A clear image of a red-haired man, cladded in a sharp black uniform, smiled almost menacingly as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Your highness Queen Revisalla and Officials of Naboo,

We have come with no ill will intended, but a proposition.

We understand the circumstances that your government body has faced, as well as the consequences. So disappointing to see a proud planet go to waste.”

A taunt before ripping the planet to shreds, how nice, you thought. As delighted as you should have been when he announced “no ill will intended”, you couldn't shake the feeling that the denial of the proposition would mean certain death.

“Our Order would like to extend a helping hand, to aid in any way possible, to fill the needs of the planet. We can provide a better system of credits, funding for your military and keeping your people. Our ships will come at no extra cost, as our protection. Stability is the bottom line, and we will be content with assisting in any way.”

The Governor’s face lifted joyously, looking at his fellow council people and Queen in approval. Thank the gods he missed your face, or else he could see your lips pursed together in irritation. Honestly, how blind could this idiot be? Its a wonder how he was elected. Everything comes at a cost.

“However, In return for our goods, we expected an equal exchange.

We require Naboo’s complete submission and trust to the First Order, support in our fight to implement a regime to rule the galaxy as one. Doing this will solidify our alliance, and all that has been offered.

In denial of this request, actions will be taken to ensure a token is left on the people of Naboo of our failed attempt to succor a dying and nearly forgotten planet.”

His words chilled you. A token left on the people. Your people.

“We hope to hear a proper response in due time.” The holo image disappeared, that same smile caked on the man’s face. The council sat in stunned silence. You glanced at the Queen, face blank but small frantic breaths emitted from her.

“No ill will.” You said finally, getting up. Your finger tapped on the armrest, grounding yourself. “I’m speechless.”

After you spoke, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. Counter and Mont would open their mouths to speak.

“Well we could-“

“I think…”

So much for their “wise” advice. Control in everyday life, for small useless bills and legislature, how to present yourself in public to meet the Governor’s satisfaction. Years and years of micromanaging the appearance, but not the gears. You wanted to laugh out loud at their cowardice when a real dangerous situation was finally here.

“I believe…it is up to her royal highness to decide our choice.”

Your eyes widened at the Queen, whose hands trembled on her armrests. She was terrified. The council looked finally to their monarch for guidance and childlike wisdom, reinstating the old tradition of doing so.

“I need to have a private word with Lady (Y/N), as she has dealt with an experience like this.” The Queen said, her neutral voice cracking so slightly. The council hurried out of the throne room, the governor giving a lasting look of disdain. As the room was completely empty, the mask slipped off. Revisalla was no more, only Alce sitting dejectedly on the throne.

Tears rolled down Alce’s powdered cheeks, sobbing intensively. You and her handmaidens rushed to her side, heart shattering into a million pieces as she broke down. “M’lady, forgive me.”

“No, no.” You said, taking her hand into yours, kneeling before her. “Alce, there’s no need to apologize. Underneath the crown, there is still a child. A very smart and benevolent girl who I have my full faith in.”

She nodded, sucking air through her teeth. “I don’t understand how they c-can do this to me.”

“Because they are afraid. Our council is only here to advise you, not use you as their puppet.” You comforted, Alce nodded. “You need to show them that the monarchy is still the head of state.”

“I can do it.”

“Yes you can.” Her handmaidens affirmed to her.

“I am smart.”

“Yes you are.” You gave a hand pat, hoping that some of your confidence could’ve been given. There’s a reason the tradition of having a young queen would give proper judgement, untainted and trusting only herself to her best knowledge.

“Thank you.” She whispered, taking a deep breath.

The face of Queen Revisalla returned, the handmaidens patting away tear streaks. A few more words of encouragement and the Queen sat straight, head held high.

“I have made my decision. Allow the council to return to my presence.”

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It took a moment to grasp that Naboo had given into the new empire. 

For the sake of your people and reputation, you had to remember the first important rule as a public figure whose influence could impact all. Control your emotions. Too much of them could get you killed. 

As you exited the front entrance of the palace, you took in the gross display of “celebration”. You accepted the outcome of the queen’s decision, but didn’t expect the government to pull out all the stops. Sleek starfighters flew above your head, their roar heard over the loud commotion. Banners and flags were waved in the crowds of people, songs from various music groups played loud and clear. Stars, how much did the governor pay for this? 

The council stood on either side of the Queen on the grand front steps of the palace, their stances solemn but proud. Governor Sillin whispered nervous encouragement to the others, a fleeting hand giving a pat on the Queen’s shoulder. His head turned, she swiped at her shoulder quickly. 

“And you, try your best to smile.” He said, mimicking the action of pulling your cheeks up with his fingers. 

“I’ll try.” You replied, hands clasped in front of you. 

“You won’t try, you will do. Understand?” 

I hope they shoot you first so I can watch, you fucking sorry excuse for a man. “I understand. Thank you for that, Governor.” 

Nodding, you saw the distant hovering transport tanks and rows of stormtroopers as they marched in the city. The military forces of the planet sat quietly aside, lines of officers behind you.  They came in tows, the sound of their march growing louder and louder. Each stomp your heart thumped, like your doom was coming for you. So slowly did the sound grow closer, leveling up the anticipation. 

Stormtroopers entered the vast clearing, marching right up to the last step and stopping. Rows and rows of shiny white bucket heads shown in the sunlight, about near blinding you. The black transport tanks planted themselves in the middle, the hiss of the doors sliding open from the first one. Followed by a few personal guards, the same red-haired man from the holomessage stepped out. 

His long black cloak hung from his body, a snug military cap on top of his head as he surveyed Naboo’s welcome. You couldn't help but notice his scrunched nose, as if he had smelled something disgusting. Out of hearing, he said a word to his other officials. Apparently whatever he said was so funny, since they threw their heads back and screeched. 

They walked up the steps towards you, a line of stormtroopers following. As the officers of the First Order approached, you made eye contact with the red haired man. He glanced at you, eyebrow raised. To add more insult, he turned away, scowling once more. 

“General Hux, we are grateful to meet your acquaintance  for the Order’s help in our time of need.” The Queen projected. 

“Yes of course.” He bowed shortly, his voice just as annoying as before. “We are rather intrigued by this…warm welcome.”

“Of course, only the best for the Order-“ the governor slipped in before being shot down. 

“Your saviors, you mean.” Hux replied. “We did promise to bring this planet from non-existence, isn’t that correct?”

His First Order party nodded, agreeing silently. 

“Well let's not dawdle, we must get to business right away.” He commanded, waving his hand for the council to travel into the palace. 

The queen looked appalled, as did everyone else. In an attempt to cover the rudeness, she looks back to her people and waves, a solemn face so proud, as the rest of the Naboo’s council. As you give a wave, you lean over to Sillin. 

“I can tell he likes you, Governor.” Your voice is low and full of sarcasm. “And is taken away from this wonderful presentation.”

“And I can see he doesn’t care much for you, m’lady.” He hissed at you through clenched teeth. “At least I tried. What did you do?” 

“I breathe. And my very existence can bring out so much emotion.” Your eyes set on him, watching as he is more infuriated, pausing in anticipation of his response to your next free thought. “ As I can see right now, Governor.” 

Sillin leaves in a huff, flipping his giant robe in the wind, following the council back in. You follow suit, triumphant in your words but not in your faith. Abie trailed  behind you, careful not to step on your small velvet train.

“That looked like it went decently.” He mumbled quietly behind you. 

“Far from it.” You replied, sighing. “So far from it.” 

The day consisted of the plan to set in motion the “saving” of Naboo. Sat in the throne room for hours, discussing terms and conditions. Hux droned on in speech after speech, praising the Order and what it has done for their loyal allies. This felt more like a bragging fest, brought on by the Governor's sad attempts to win favor with Hux. 

“One question remains, General. And I believe it's been on almost most of the council’s minds.” Sillin swallowed before speaking timidly. “Will the Supreme Leader be joining the celebration ball tomorrow?” 

How could you forget the Supreme Leader? A sight of terror. Told by wandering voices of the appearance of  a tall, masked creature, a dark energy encircling him and snatching the lives of those around him. It sounded like a children's story, imagination rampant with terrifying descriptions of a monster. Your heart raced, hoping for the General to say no, the “thing” will not make an appearance. You could imagine the palace in disarray, bodies strewn as his red blade sawed into the heart of Theed. All because he felt like it. 

Hux sighed, rolling his eyes obnoxiously. “The Supreme Leader is unpredictable. At the moment, he could be off with his Knights, doing what he pleased. I don't prefer to meddle into the affairs of Ren, unless it is necessary.” 

It's a no, thank the Maker. you thought. Hux’s nose scrunched once more.  Stars, does everything annoy this man? 

The conclusion of the meeting was a short one. The Queen stood, thanking everyone. A quick bow and she made her exit quickly. You wouldn’t blame her one bit, and felt like doing the same. Hux and the First Order party stood, deciding to make friends with the rest of Naboo’s council. Sillin basically jumped Hux, arms flapping about like a bird’s mating ritual. 

Cringing, you slowly faded into the background of conversations, welcoming yourself silently into the mixture of talks. 

“As delightful as that sounds, I think I would prefer a tour of the palace before the announcement.” Hux interrupted one of Sillin’s offers. You didn't want to know what it was. Maybe kissing his ass in the privacy of his office. 

“Oh is that so?” You heard the Governor say as loud as he could, glancing in your direction. 

 Oh no.

 It was time to make your escape, swiveling on your heel. 

“Lady (Y/N)!” The Governor’s voice boomed. You bit on your lip, pausing before turning around. He waved his hand for you to come over, giddy to enact his revenge on you. 

“Allow me to introduce the absolutely beautiful Lady (Y/N), a councilwoman. And a former queen at that!” Sillin smiled, his hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh, please. Don’t patronize me, Governor.” You smiled back. I will have you torn limb for limb if I’m right about what you’re about to do. 

“Ah yes. Queen (L/N), if I can recall.” Hux said the last part quietly. “Who could forget your declarations of peace and unity for Naboo?” 

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“But you were unsuccessful?” He added, raising his eyebrows. 

“Obviously.” You muttered, trying so hard to not take him down with Sillin too. 

Sillin cleared his throat, bringing the attention back onto him. “I believe Lady (Y/N) will be more than happy to show you around our grand Palace and its history. Matter of fact, I think she is one of the only people on this council who knows so much of it.” 

You hated being right. 

Two guards trailed behind you and Hux as you began your well practiced monologue of the palace of Theed. Throughout the library and state rooms did you go, across intricate balconies cluttered with vines and stained glass windows depicting monarchs of the past. 

Hux asked no questions or inquiry. As you spoke, you realized that this was his perfect getaway from Sillin. You could say it was yours as well, but technically you were still working. Each little fact from you  was met with a “humph” or a “hmm.” It was only till you had entered the royal garden did he finally speak. 

“Ugh, the smell.” He complained, face disgusted. The urge to break his nose off if he did that face again was so strong. 

“Yes it is a garden, General. I’m sure most flowers do smell.” You replied, holding up a nice big red one, its petals vibrant in color. “This is one of the many flowers found on Naboo, and is most common in-“ 

Hux held up his gloved hand, interrupting you. You noticed his intense glare at you, staring straight into your soul. His eyes focused on your forehead. 

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, confused. 

“Yes. That little ghastly thing that is dangling from your head has been an eye sore for me.” He said, no sense of respect in his voice. “What is it?” 

Your cheeks burned. Anger crept up on your shoulders. And yet you smiled so politely. 

“It’s the golden crest of Naboo, worn by present and former monarchs.” You stated, leaning in. Your eyes never left Hux’s, staring sharp daggers into his face. You could see him become uncomfortable with your intrusive energy, so ready to tear him down. 

“If you’re going to take over a planet, General, it would be wise to at least learn the customs of its people before you destroy it.” 

You clipped the emblem off the chain that slid through your hair, holding it out to Hux. It glimmered in the sunlight, catching his ogling. “Take it as a gift. A personal remembrance from a forgotten planet.” 

The corners of his lips curled into what you think was an attempt at smiling. He hesitantly picked the emblem out of your palm, admiring it in his forefingers. Taking small steps back into the palace, he chuckled. “I can see why he’s so enticed with you.” 

“Who, the Governor?” 

“Please, he loathes you.” One last look and the emblem was put in his pocket as he made his departure, both stormtroopers awaiting. “But I guess you can find out tomorrow at the ball. I’m sure you will be stunning, my lady.” 

-  

“The professionalism Armitage Hux carries with him is just astonishing, don’t you think?” 

“I couldn't agree with you more, the Chommell Sector must feel very lucky for the Order’s help!” 

You watched the announcement as you got ready for the gala. It was all the news could talk about for the last 26 hours since its initial broadcast was shown. Imperial approved commentators praised Hux so much it made you sick. The words they spoke felt repeated as if they were a broken record, although it did make good for some zoning out noise as you had your hair and makeup done. 

“And he’s going to be there tonight?” Your former handmaiden Sara asked cautiously, carefully applying mascara onto your lashes. 

“Uh-huh.” You replied, staying perfectly still. 

Putting the mascara back into its tube, she grabbed a makeup brush. “Let me come, for old times sake. We still have the disguise right?” 

“What, why?” You said, furrowing your brows. 

“For protection, my lady.” She replied in a matter of fact tone, gently grazing the brush against your cheeks. 

“Sara, what do you think Abie is for?”

“To stand there and look cute.” She said, smiling. 

“If that’s what you think, but I’m going to be fine. Besides, I plan on leaving early anyway. A drink or two and I’m heading back home.” You sighed, closing your eyes for finishing touches. “Doesn’t really give the Order enough time to kill me.” 

“I’m just concerned about him.” Sara muttered, pointing the tip of the brush to the holoTV. “Why would he say “he’s so enticed with you”? Like, is he one of those people that talks in third person or what?” 

“If that’s what makes him feel bigger, then yes.” You chuckled. “Sara, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he arrived.” 

“Pray tell, my lady.” 

“His eyes were bulging out of his head, staring into me. Almost had me checking my dress to make sure my “ladies” weren’t exposed.”  You gestured to your chest as Sara laughed out loud, flopping onto a lounge chair. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, affected by her infectious giggles. In a sea of laughter, you desperately tried to tell the rest to her. 

Oh, oh then he went like this.” You put on your most accurate Hux’s impersonation, your nose scrunched and lips pursed. You flipped your head up dramatically, sighing as if everything inconvenienced you. It only made Sara wheeze even more, flipping her arms around. 

“I’m serious, that’s exactly what he did!” 

Taking a sip from a glass of water, Sara breathed in and out as she came down from her cackling fest. “W-well, now you convinced me even more to come.” 

You sat beside her, leaning on her shoulder. “I still don’t know. It could be a waste of time.” 

You both sat in silence for a moment, listening to the commotion of Theed prepare for the gala. It wasn’t the sounds of children playing or the women walking on their daily get togethers. Instead it was the distant thuds of stormtrooper patrols from right outside your front door, comms ringing in sections to inspect. 

“On second thought.” You finally whispered. “It doesn’t look like such a bad idea now.” 

A briefing with Abie about updated security personnel and you were off to the palace. Sitting in the back of your limo cruiser, you felt the tip of your mini blaster pressed into your leg. Only as a precaution, you were told. Sara and Abie sat opposite of each other in the cruiser, speaking softly to one another. This was only small talk to mask the confirmations of signals in the case something was going to happen. It was a tactic you were taught well as you reigned and one you still used in front of the public. 

The palace bustled with both rich imperial sympathizers and socialites of Naboo. Old and young, it clearly didn't take long for the credit-hungry businessmen and women to make acquaintance with the First Order. How quickly the switch was turned on. 

Sara kept her head down low as the side door of the cruiser opened swiftly. You stepped out, immediately greeted with a clamor of oohs from the surrounding crowd of citizens who wanted a closer look at Theed’s finest.

 Hung down from your shoulders was a cascading sleeves of solid navy material, met with a medium plunged v-shaped neckline. What brought the most attention was the tiny bits of glitter and stars. They sparkled in the warm light as they did in the night sky, illuminating flecks of lights against the pillars as you walked the steps. The whole ensemble of your dress was complimented by a simple silver collar choker and cuffed bracelets on both wrists. Others would have taken this as a defiant but subtle stand against the recent political action, but honestly it was just because the hassle of taking care of the dress was minimal. 

Nonetheless, you looked beautiful. 

You were announced as you approached the top steps of your presence, the mention of your name alerting the Governor. Clamoring over in his gaudy robes, you prepared yourself quickly.

“And I thought I was overdressed.” You whispered to Abie out of the corner of your mouth, earning a snicker from Sara and him. 

“Ravishing! Look at you.” Sillin proclaimed grandly, his arms open. “As always, a sight to see.” 

“I’m most flattered.” You smiled, masking your hatred of being present. 

This wasn't a change of heart, but a show for the cameras. They were everywhere, following the action. The over the topa acting would definitely make tomorrow’s tribune. “Over there!” 

A flash of clicks went in your and Sillin’s directions. You met his stare briefly, understanding it was time to play the game once more. The ball was in your court this time, waiting for the shot. 

“And may I say,” you said aloud, the same charm that won over your election, “I am amazed at the wonderful company we have here tonight. You’ve done an excellent job for our warm hospitality, Governor.” 

“Thank you most kindly, Lady (Y/N). However,” Sillin began before taking your hand into his, placing his other on top of it. “You’ve made the evening all better with that dress of yours, it brings it all together!” 

A polite laugh was shared, captured by the cameras once more. With commands for more poses and questions regarding the future of the sector, you obliged. After all, this was your job, and you knew the mechanics of it well. An aide of the governor tapped in, signaling it was time to enter the party. A brief wave to your former subjects and past the threshold into your doom. 

Out of the way of the cameras Sillin’s face switched to its normal frown, led away into the grand down the winding hallways to the spacious royal garden. A few drinks and conversations and that's it. Directed by guards and party planners with the rest of the council to take the shortcut through the wings cut off to the public, you passed in front of the library. You couldn’t help but notice the entrance doors were guarded not by stormtroopers, but two dark robed figures. 

Masked, their weapons hung on their shoulder and side, staring straight ahead. A pit of intrigue and unease grew in your stomach. 

This isn't normal. 

It felt like time slowed as you walked past, taking in the detail of their appearance. It seemed that they did as well, their attention snapping to you. Caught, you turned your head, watching your step all of a sudden. 

“Odd.” Sara said. You replied with a nod, anxiety amped up. 

“I have a bad-“ Abie began. 

“Don’t start.” You snapped, shutting him up. 

The party was blown into full gear. Traditional tunes played from skilled musicians, echoing sweet melodies into the air. Drinks and hor dourves traveled through, eventually making their way to you. A swing and you were done with your first drink. Had it not been for her guards and handmaidens, the Queen would have been trampled with imperial officials, bombarding her with their demanding presence. But you could see she was handling it quite well. 

“Just smile and nod, it works all the time.” You recall telling her, earning a giggle from her after an exhausting day from the same type of company. 

She saw you out of the corner of her eye, giving a small smile. Giving her a wink of encouragement, you made your way through the party. Relieved to see Hux occupied with his own entourage, you sat idly in a seat, bored out of your mind. Sara and Abie went on a quick patrol of the palace at your request. All you had to do was wait. 

“Please do it in case. I don’t want to leave this gala in a waste pod.” 

“On it.” Sara replied before going the opposite direction of Abie. You watched her leave a side entrance quietly, disappearing into the hall. 

A nod of hello and a wave here and there is what kept you occupied. Admiring side flowers and leaves made you think of what could’ve been happening right now. 

Caught and questioned by palace guards. You weren’t too worried about Abie, but Sara. Even though she had lived in the palace, as a civilian without an invite she had no business being where she is right now. 

Caught by stormtroopers. Shoot first, ask questions later. But then that would start a riot that no one but the First Order could afford. 

Or they could be making out for all you know. You wouldn’t mind the relationship, but they were on a job at the moment. 

You twiddled with the intricate detail on your cup, running a finger along the edges in anticipation. It's been a while since they left and nothing. You felt so helpless just sitting and doing nothing. But you couldn't exactly leave without anyone taking notice. 

Common sense told you to stay, but your gut feeling was begging you to escape. 

“Ah, fuck it.” You said to yourself, dumping your drink into the bushes and hastily tip-toeing to the same side entrance Sara left in. You took a glance at the party, searching for any suspicious eyes. You almost wanted to breathe in relief until those menacing blue irises caught your attention, never blinking. 

You stared back, frozen. Smart girl, play it off, you thought. You bowed slightly, smiling. Hux did the same, returning the gesture. His grin felt so different now. Before it was fake, only for show. This one showed a true emotion, like when a snitch has just told the teacher of your misdeeds. Waiting happily to see you punished. 

Shaking your head, you gracefully but quickly walk down the hallways again. Every corner your heart jumped, expecting to see your dear friends in handcuffs or in a fight. You were met with stormtroopers or royal guards, a few stragglers who had shown up late, or nothing at all. No sight of the masked figures or Abie and Sara. 

Leaning against a pillar, you clicked on your comm, hearing nothing but static. Your frustration grew as you knew their receiving comms were turned off. Damn it, where could they have gone? 

As you rested, you remembered. The library. You hadn’t scoped out that area yet. You were so enthralled with finding your friends that the thought had slipped your mind. Taking off your heels, you hid them on the other side of the pillar, your feet making no sound as you crept up in the hall. 

Not taking you long, you slid across the floor by the wall, peeking over. The masked figures were gone, leaving the library unguarded. Looking both ways, you inched to the grand double doors. Carefully, you tugged softly at the door, surprised to see it open. You pulled the rest of your dress into the library, mindful of the loud thunk of the grand door. 

You were met with the sight of lamps turned on dimly, the only other source of light being from the large window that was straight ahead in front of you. The night lights of Theed guided you in further, head turning at every sound. You looked around the shelves of books, met with dead ends. Even under the tables there was nothing to be seen or discovered. You soon began to relax for the place you were in, comforted that there was no disturbance at your getaway spot in the palace. 

Nothing was here, nor ever was. 

You flopped on a lounge chair, sighing. At least take a breather before you go back out to find them. The chair overlooked the window, seeing those white helmets engulfing all of the city. It mesmerized you as they walked about, curious of what was under the suit. What kind of life could they have lived? Order and discipline was their code, but so was yours. It came in variations, but theirs was so much more strict. Live, fight, die. 

That was their purpose. 

A creak. 

Your eyes widen. Slowly your hand slid under the slit of your dress, taking the blaster out. You were definitely off your game tonight, having not noticed the lamps had dimmed even more, some corners in complete darkness. The air felt thick, stuffy and ominous. 

Someone else was in here. 

You got up, relieved that the chair didn't cause any noise. On your feet, your vision wandered frantically over the snuffed out areas of the library. Goosebumps raised on your arms as you had the feeling of being watched. A predator watching his prey from its hiding place. Powering up your gun, you held it out in front of you. 

Then the soft thwip of a page turning could be heard. 

“Who's there?” Your voice steadied itself, shredding no sign of fear. Or so you think. “Show yourself.” 

Another creak. And out of the murkiness came it. You could only see the feet, giant black boots coming into your view. Another turn of the page. 

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” You questioned, tone brave and defensive. 

“Just a shadow.” It said, voice full of timber and baritone. “Admiring old pages in peace.” 

“Well you need a pass to get in here. The palace is well protected and strangers are not allowed in.” 

“No its not.” It scoffed, amused at your lie. “Everywhere I go I have a pass. Whenever and wherever I please.” 

“How lucky.” You replied, the barrel of your blaster pressed against your back. “Must be nice.” 

“Is that jealousy or sarcasm I’m hearing?” 

“A bit of both, now tell me who you are.” You muttered, annoyed. 

“I’m afraid I’ll scare you. So no.” 

“I'm not scared. Do I look scared?” You said too quickly. 

“You don’t look at it but I can hear it. Feel it too.” It dropped the book on the desk, making you jump. “See?” 

“You dropped a book, asshole, of course I’m going to jump.” You snapped back. It’s deep chuckles sounded like a growl, vibrating the room. “You can’t possibly be that shocking to look at.” 

“Oh but I am. I’ll leave it at that.” 

“Show me. I order you to or I’ll scream.” 

“You order me too?” 

That sounded really flirtatious, you thought. There was a glint of playfulness in his voice, not taking your tone seriously. Toying with its food? Probably. But you wanted to see how far you could push. It could be a bit of fun before you’re eaten alive. 

“Yes, I order you too. After all, I am on the council.” You said. 

“Being on the Council doesn’t sound like being the queen.” 

Backfired. “That’s correct but I am by right, a noble woman of Naboo. I hold power here, so I command you to show me your face.” 

Silence. 

“Oh come on, I’m not going to say anything bad about it, I promise.” 

You didn't have enough time to react as the being came to the light of the window. Literally frozen in fear. Or stunned because what you had in mind was not what you saw before you. 

Dark locks framed his strong face, with matching raised eyebrows. His massive frame made you feel small, a well pressed uniform of black ribbed sleeves and matching short tunic were clasped by a belt. No cape, mask, nothing. Jawline as sharp as a knife, his teeth clenching and relaxing. Hands behind his back loosely as he settled by the window. His eyes were hooded in amusement as he looked down at you taking in the sight of him. Mother of the maker, this man is hot. 

He chuckled. “I’m glad you think that.” 

“How did you-?” You started. 

“It's too obvious to see it in your face.” He replied, looking out the window and up into the sky. 

Years of training to be an emotionless droid has failed. Somehow you couldn't sense any danger from him. Relaxed around you, defenses down. He did have his back turned to you, so this could’ve been a great opportunity to attack if you really wanted to. Your smaller stature could give you the upper hand, but you weren’t willing to give it a go. So you sat back down on the chair. 

“I’m sorry for my hostility.” You finally spoke, sticking the blaster in between the cushion beside you. 

“You were just afraid of what was in the dark, that's all.” He waved away your apology with a gloved hand. “I think I should apologize for not making my presence known before.”

“So you’re not going to kill me?” You asked boldly. 

“Why would I do that?” He questioned. “Have you wronged me?” 

“No.” 

“Then no, I will not kill you.” 

“Huh.” You finished, embarrassed at your naivety. “Are you with the Order or..?” 

“I’m on my own accord tonight.” He leaned against the wall, gazing at you. 

“Okay, what does that mean?” You shrugged, annoyed. “Are you a stormtrooper or a civilian or what?” 

“I’m afraid I’m not any of those. And if you wish to remain in one piece, then I suggest you stop with the questions.” He uttered blankly, disdain not evident in his voice. 

“Or what, you’ll eat me?” You rolled your eyes, fiddling with your dress. “Trust me, some beings on Naboo would pay a pretty penny to see me dead.” 

He walked over and sat on an opposing chair facing you, eyes never glancing away. “Tell me.” 

You scoffed softly. “Can I be so sure you’re not going to tell the daily tribune? They pay a lot for a piece like this.” 

“I have no interest in spreading rumors. But I am curious.” He said, literally on the edge of his seat. “And you did bring it up.” 

“That I did. Alright, I'll tell you.” You propped your feet up on your chair. “You’re a good reader, so you can tell this council could give less than a thought about me.” 

“Elaborate.” 

“When I was elected a queen, I went into the role with a list of plans that I had made to save Naboo. As young as I was, I wanted to see real change, the Naboo that I was told of by my parents. Seeing the planet suffer misdeed after misdeed, and the whole time the government sat by and watched. Stars, it pissed me off to hear an “we’ll be  stronger than we ever were before and we’ll get through this” speech by the council.” 

He nodded, urging you to continue. 

“After the coronation ceremony, I gathered my council in the throne room to discuss what the outline of the next two years would look like. What a waste of time. Every idea or proposal was shut down immediately. Citing that it wasn't possible and it was unwise for me to begin such a big project this early in my reign.” You got up, pacing in front of the couch the man sat on. “The hypocrites turned around and did the opposite of what we needed for their own gain.” 

“Like what?” The man asked. 

“Let’s just say that you shouldn’t be given more than what you’re willing to put out. Its disappointing when your own people are suffering all for the sake of you buying another lake house or nice vacation off your planet because the sight of a crumbling structure gets you stressed.” You breathed, fists balled. You stared down out of the window, baffled but relieved at the release of your deepest thoughts. 

“I wore the crown, but it didn’t mean anything to them. I was a puppet, the face of their decisions I had no part in. The only reason I took this job was to make sure they would never manipulate another little girl to do their beckoning.” 

“That’s a very honorable thing to do.” He said. 

Turning, you flashed him a sad smile. “I'm not doing a very good job at it.” 

“Do you think that maybe…you not doing your best is not because of your skill but the governor himself?” He questioned. “You said the council, but from what I can deduct, these sound like the actions of one person with a strong influence.” 

Spot on. The answer was murky, covered with random factors that drove you in different directions as you tried to find it. Then the most random of people out of nowhere is able to tell you plainly, no need to swerve clear of the situation. 

“Say it out loud. Admit it.” 

“Admit what?” 

“Speak freely. Tell me that Sillin is the root of their hatred.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip. Tell more of your truth and you would have to face a possible scandal. Or stop it now and change the subject. Finally, after what seemed like hours of silence, you nodded. “He’s the problem. Always has been.” 

“So much greatness could be achieved when the obstacle is taken out of the way.” He stated, his dark eyes looked to you. “Can you imagine how much this planet could grow with the right leadership?” 

“Everyday I do.” You blurted, your nails digging into the flesh of your hand as you picked at it. “I’m due for some real change.” 

“You are the change. Do you know that?” The man proclaimed, getting out of his seat. The energy that swirled around him grew intoxicating, inviting you to divulge some more into his praise. “It's such a shame for someone so smart to be in the background. You need to be in the light, for all to see and admire. To match the beauty with the mind.” 

Your cheeks were burning by his compliments, secretly hoping to tell you more.  It elevated your ego to be spoken to like that, words that were true and not to appear “nice” in front of the cameras. For the first time tonight, you felt a genuine sense of enjoyment. He joined your side by the window, feeling his gaze upon you. You allowed your vision to return to him, taken aback at the hope and encouragement this man possessed for someone he hardly knows. But the hard reality continued to find its way in the cracks. 

“Everything comes at a cost for the ability to do such a thing.” You began. Your morals always dictated to do the right thing, to steer clear of consuming the wrong that surrounded you. But you couldn’t help it sometimes. What would it be like to have the taste of power. To ravish it, tear it and make it to your liking? Was there any way to turn it good? 

“Well.” You said aloud, clearing your throat as those thoughts fleeted into the back of our mind. The man snapped out of his trance-like stare out of the window on you. “Its been nice to have someone listen.” 

A low grumble of gratitude came from him. “Its a relief to hear someone tell their truth instead of the answers they think I want to hear.” 

“Its probably because they want to please you. With…” He likes the truth, tell him the truth, “a rather attractive build as yours, I would too.”

  Then it got quiet again. 

“Are you calling me handsome?” The man inquired, a lilt of faint delight in his voice. You could hear the slight upturn of a smile as he spoke, hoping that he felt the same drive of emotions as you did before. 

“Absolutely not at all.” You taunted playfully, smiling back. “But you did give me a compliment, so I’ll give you one. Its all about balance.” 

The man looked away, his smile faltering at your comment. “Hm.” 

Worried that you said something wrong, you were going to try your best to change the air. “I've talked about such a rough topic with someone I've never met before. Am I allowed to know?” 

The man grunted in agreement, seemingly avoiding your answer. Hoping to not lose his focus, you stepped closer to him, putting yourself directly in his view. “Don’t shadows have names too?” 

Attention turned to you once more, his eyes moved around, studying your face. There was no signs of menace, but endearment. A small smile returned, his prolonged gaze causing you to giggle. “Don’t keep a councilwoman waiting, they’re very busy people with a lot of things to do.” 

Before he could open his mouth, the smile faded in a second. The small glint in his face had disappeared, a veil of seriousness had come over his head. Brows furrowed, he looked to the door, as if he was preparing for something to come crashing in. 

“What is it?” You whispered, feeling the change of energy in the room. A tingling sense of dread crawled up your spine. You flinched as the doors of the library swung open, the two dark robed figures from earlier floating in. Anxiety spiked, you remembered you were some feet away from your blaster and that it would only take a millisecond to retrieve it. Your hand itches for it, begging to be equipped in the case that shit was about to go down. 

“There’s no need.” The man said, holding his gloved hand up to you. Was it that  noticeable to see your sense of danger? “Of course. Inform him that I await his company.” 

Your confusion amplified as the figures left, leaving you and the man alone once again in the library. “What are you?” 

The man marched over to the table behind the couch, the sounds of his heavy boots echoed loudly in the library and into the hallway. He picked up a black helmet, the vision encircled with silver lines that extended to the bottom half. Without thought, the man enclosed it around his head, a hiss heard as locked in. 

“You’ll find out soon.” The vocoder boomed, taking the man’s voice and lowering it octaves down, scratchy and growling. 

The sudden footsteps of guards grew louder, at full peak as you saw Hux come into view. Followed behind was his set of stormtroopers, circling behind him for his safety. He breathed heavily, face stoned cold as he leered at the man. 

“General.” The man spoke. 

“It would have been pleasant to know of your presence, Ren.” 

Your heart dropped. This couldn't have been him. Where was the monster that you were told so much about, the same monster who bloodlust ravaged many nations and uprooted innocent ways of life? He must’ve been so good at what he is that he's able to take different faces at the drop of a hat. 

“There should always be a contingency plan in case I make an appearance. It makes sense that you didn't give it any thought as it gave me and my Knights no resistance to infiltrate the palace.” He scolded Hux. 

“A woman of stature should be able to go where she pleases knowing that she is safe.” He gestured to you, who was frozen to your spot. “She could have been killed instantly had I not been there. An assassin or crazed person had the ability to sneak into here and maimed her mercilessly.” 

You only stood by and watched. You were anything but helpless, but you felt no need to interfere with their conversation

“There are more pressing matters to attend to. I will meet with you shortly to discuss the mishap.” Hux nodded, lips thin and eyes down. He briskly stumbled out of the library. 

The man now known to you as Kylo Ren rotated to acknowledge your presence. A minuscule sense of betrayal traveled through you as you gaped at him, not deciding on what to feel. 

“Now you know.” 

“Will you still kill me?” You replied, word monotone. Taking your blaster, you put it back in its spot under your dress. “I saw your face.” 

“No. I trust you enough not to tell.” 

“Trust.” You muttered before taking the shameful walk out of the library. Not looking back, you gave your final words as you crossed the threshold into the hallway. “How disappointing.” 

What a damn shame. 

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“Where have you been?!”

“Where have you been?” You scream-whispered at Sara as she ushered you down the hallways to make your escape. “I was looking for you guys everywhere!”

“We got a little..caught up with some stormtroopers.” She hesitated, quickening her pace. “But we’re here now.”

“Oh, how comforting, seeing after what I just went through.” You picked up the tails of your dress. You could hear the distant panicked clamor coming from the party as they were now alerted of the surprise appearance from the Supreme Leader.

“We heard from Hux. The idiot thought it best to tell the party. As if it would amp up the entertainment.” Sara muttered. “The governor is informed of your early retirement for tonight, and we have clearance for our exit.”

“Good.” Was all you could muster, distracted by the fresh memories of the heart-to-heart talk with the most feared man in the galaxy.

Don’t shadows have names too?

You flirted with Kylo Ren. You called him attractive. You told him your yearnings that were supposed to be kept to yourself. You called him hot.

You called him hot.

Starting to think that a death by his laser sword was more preferable than the frenzy of tomorrow, you stepped outside to see Abie waiting by the limo cruiser, tapping his foot anxiously.

“You found her, thank the stars.”Abie breathed, opening the door as you climbed in. “Did you hear about-“

“We will not talk until we are far away from here.” You stated, shutting down conversation immediately. Eagerly did your guards buckle in, the vehicle smoothly making the transition from the palace grounds to the streets of Theed.

The ride back to your home was quiet. No one in the proximity could be trusted, not even the driver. At this moment, anyone who wasn’t close to you could not be trusted.

Who are you?

The release of the tensions was relieving as you stepped out of the cruiser. The small space was starting to become unbearable, like you were choking in its negative cloud. “Let’s settle in, then we will discuss.”

“Welcome back, malady.” Your house droid Bel greets you, giving a small bow. An SN-D1 droid, reprogrammed for domestic use, closed the door behind Abie and Sara. “Shall I fetch some refreshments?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you Bel.” You said aloud, watching her as she walked into the dining area. “Once she’s finished, I’m shutting her off.”

“Why?” Abie asked, stripping off his helmet and outer armor.

“It’s only until we’re done. I’m not taking chances.”

“Anything else, milady?” Bel said as she passed you a glass of water.

“No.” You replied, setting the glass on the table in front of you. “Initiate sleep mode.”

Another nod and Bel walked into her charge port, her glowy blue eyes fading as powered down. Walking up to her, you hurriedly searched for the complete switch off button, pushing it down. Grabbing the glass of water, you poured it in a nearby plant.

“You cannot be that paranoid.” Sara observed. “We would’ve been notified of any tampering with the droid.”

“I met him.” You mumbled quietly, sitting back down in the living area.

Abie’s eyes widened. “Ren.”

You nodded solemnly, twisting off your bracelets. “I didn't know it was him at first.”

“It's not hard to miss him.” Sara smarted off, crossing her arms. “Who could not recognize his large frame?”

“Me, apparently.” You muttered. “I thought he was another guest trying to get away from the party.”

“Why were you by yourself?” Abie asked.

“Did he threaten you?” Sara followed up.

“No. We just talked.” You replied. “I was trying to find you two. I couldn’t stay in one place.”

“So what do you have to worry about?” Sara spoke up, getting off her seat. “Unless it was a plan to overthrow the government and take over the galaxy, then I think you ought to be fine, (Y/N).”

Staring at the floor, you cleared your throat. “It might as well have been just that.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Change.”

You explained the conversation that transpired, excluding the flirting between you and Ren. Change in Naboo, a dream that was always out of reach. How you blurted out your thoughts that were dying to be released. The honest truth made your lips tingle in excitement, speaking your mind was a thrilling experience. You felt genuine freedom for once…

“I’m not saying it's bad. It’s not good either.” Sara sighed, sliding off the couch to the kitchen. “This could mean some difficulties for our precious council.”

“I know for sure I’m not excluded. I’m well part of the problem as well.”

“Do not say that!” Sara shouted from the other room, the sound of clanking plates could be heard.

“You are a part of the council, but that does not mean you are a part of the problem.” Abie comforted you. “You’re trying to solve it.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, (Y/n), but if you look at it from an outsider’s perspective, you’re just a throwaway.” Sara popped her head out. “You probably gave him what he wanted, no ill will there from him to you. Hence, “thrown” out of the way.”

Stunned but comforted, you scoffed. “I appreciate the honesty.”

“It would be all for naught if you spent all this time fighting back and then saying that you are just like them.” Sara came back in, holding a plate of food and placed it in the center coffee table. “And I know you better. Stop it.”

“Alright.” You finished, picking up a piece of fruit in between your fingers, inspecting it. “I think he was trying to find a reason to invade us.”

“What do we have to offer? Resources are low, is there any explanation to vie for a planet with nothing?” Abie said.

“No. There’s a reason.” You ate the piece of fruit finally, letting the tart taste spread over your tongue. “They know something we don’t know about our own home.”

“Then we must get to the bottom of it.” Sara sighed, opening up a mini holoscreen on her forearm. “I can pull some strings and get some answers in no time.”

“I’ll help you, we’ll work through the night.” Abie said confidently, even giving you a bit of a booster. “There’s nothing to worry about, my lady. Just keep in mind that we’ll always be in your corner. No matter what.”

“That’s why I chose you both. You always do such a damn good job.” You flashed a soft smile at your closest companions, ready to prepare for whatever your newfound “acquaintance” has instore for you. You got up, giving a big stretch and a well-needed yawn. “I need to rest. Wake me if something happens.”

“Of course.”

“Sweet dreams, throwaway!” Sara called out, a smirk evident in her voice.

“Fuck you.” You replied, earning a giggle from Abie and Sara.

A glimpse into the good old days where it was the three of you, Abie, your then teenage bodyguard, and Sara, your handmaiden from day one. Against the oppressors who took one look at the baby queen and saw their new puppet, not realizing what she and her companions were capable of. Their anger could only fuel you more, giving you more skills to fight and conquer what you could in a short amount of time.

You were ready to do it all over again, this time against a far bigger enemy. To protect justice, you were willing to go the distance.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You heard the loud ring of your holoprojector indicating a message had just been sent. Only messages that came that late could mean trouble. You hurried back into the lounge room.

“Can you see where it's coming from?” You asked. Sara checked the sender ID, her face twisted in confusion.

“It’s not saying where.” She said, looking back at you.

You breathed heavily, hoping the worst was not here already. “Open it.”

Translucent blue beamed the menacing figure of the one you were told not to fear. You gasped. You were baffled but not shocked that he would dare to ring in at your home, your safe haven from the horrors of your job. Head and face covered by his dark helmet, he stood solemnly still.

“Councilwoman (L/N), it was a pleasure to meet you tonight. I do say, I was rather… intrigued by our talk. Gave me the right amount of the insight that I need to understand the inner works of your planet. I thank you most graciously.”

Work was to commence immediately, you thought. There was no time to get the affairs in order. Diving in headfirst was the only option.

“If its all the same to you, milady, I would be delighted to seek your presence once more. Privately.”

“I await your response.”

So much for the throwaway.

Secrets.

Secrets are what tore families apart. Keeping things hidden until one decides to reveal the scandalous truth is what burns bridges and in flames emotions. The disbelief is shockingly brief, but the beating heart of betrayal speeds to a bigger wave than the last, forever marking the distant thought of being honest and up front of such dark deeds.

It was best not to reminisce of how Kylo Ren was born. The conception begins with a mother trying so desperately to push the skeletons of her biological parentage back into the closet, meanwhile the galaxy was clawing its way in, for the sake of political gain. In vain did she try to plead with her son that she was only doing it to protect him for his safety, to steer him clear of a path that was still marked years before from a fallen Jedi turned Sith.

The cycle repeats once more.

Sitting in his darkened meditation chamber, Kylo searched for answers. As painful as it was to dwell, it was important to remember where he came from. Who his grandfather was and his rise through the dark side. His idol, the being that inspired Kylo through and through. The work he had done before his death was admirable in the First Order’s eyes. Complete control for one true power.

Control was what Kylo needed, but not the same as the massive organization behind him craved for. The people who raised him had somewhat of control, his mother a princess and general, his uncle a strong Jedi with talents that matched his father. Laughable compared to Kylo’s position now. What gave him fuel for even more of a show was that there was no escape for his former family from him. He was everywhere, on their screens, briefings and minds. It gave him the ultimate high.

The conquer and trust of various planets were mere stepping stones for the Order. Cases where Kylo would intervene would be the case that it would give him an advantage, shared with his Knights in another quest for a deeper bond with the Force.

Taking a deep breath and opening his eyes, Kylo felt the cold metal of the floor hit his backside as he landed from his deep meditation, an unwelcome thread of frustration wrapped around his head. Knees to his chest, he pondered once more from where this came from.

Running fingers through his hair in a failing attempt to calm himself, there was no use. What could it be?

Getting up, Kylo grabbed his undershirt and tunic. Slipping his hands through the shirt, he felt the incoming presence of officers stomping their way towards him. An unnecessary report of a small rebellion being snuffed out quickly before an uprising could begin, the draining useless reminders of Hux’s existence, and so many others included. Somehow this briefing felt different.

A very polite beep of awareness sounded off from the intercom from outside, alerting of their arrival.

“Enter.” Kylo called out, standing solemnly.

Doors blasted open for two officers, holding their holopads importantly in front of them. “Requested by General Hux, he would like to inform and grant permission for the takeover of the planet of Naboo.”

“Naboo?” Kylo asked, a bit taken aback from the request. Keeping his voice as neutral as possible, he spoke. “For what purpose?”

“There was none given, sir.”

Seeking a proper answer, Kylo stomped through the halls of the Finalizer in search of Hux. Each step grew more determined than the next to find the little rat. Leathered gloves squeaked as Kylo flexed his hands in balls of fists, allowing his air of domination to flow through the hallways. This wasn't the only way he was able to demand a presence, and Hux knew all about it.

The doors to one of the many meeting rooms in the ship hissed as they opened, revealing a frightened General Hux. “Good maker, Ren. A knock could have sufficed.”

“What’s this about Naboo?” The deep grumble of the vocoder asked.

A giant holographic blue screen curved around the massive glass panel looking out into the starry void of space. Profiles and documents floated across the screen, intel shown as the Order studied and pried into the workings of the planet. “Another possible settlement. And with some great backing from our Empire allies, of course.”

“Why?” Kylo huffed out a simple question, confused as to why. “Tell me.”

“Do I have to?” Hux scoffed, hands behind his back. “Take it as another step towards victory, sir.”

Nodding, Kylo’s eyes focused on the screen. He was going to find out one way or another. The Supreme Leader was not a very patient man at all. Without looking, he held out his hand, spreading his fingers wide as he began his descent into Hux’s mind.

“No, no don’t-“ Hux began to plead.

“You will tell me why you want Naboo.”

“I will tell you why I want Naboo.” Hux scowled and gasped, his fight to resist the Force failing terribly. How many times this had been done in an effort to skip to a point could not be counted on both hands. “Given the history of the Supreme Leader’s past lineage, I-I thought it best to keep the takeover to myself in an orderly manner!”

Kylo’s hand lowered. Hux had learned a lesson that most beings that crossed the Order had not obtained. Caution. Although, it was not conveyed correctly in this case. “Brave of you to assume, General. But you are wrong.”

Releasing Hux from his hold, Kylo slowly hooked a hand into another behind his back. “I’ve made it quite clear that my past has been a buried subject. Besides, how could I care for the home of a woman that I have never met?”

“I see. I will remember for next time, Supreme Leader.” Hux lowered his head, tapping on a holopad to open a series of reports. “In that case, shall I brief you, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

“Since the fall of the Empire, this planet has been facing economic collapse due to it being the home of the former Emperor. With its reputation ruined, importing and trading is difficult. However, they still have some valued sources that we may be able to get our hands on..”

As Hux droned, Kylo stepped to the giant screen. His eyes surveyed the pictures of key landmarks, such as the lake country and grass plains . To think that Palpatine came from a place that was known for its art and beauty rather than its politics was astounding.

“We have an insider’s word that their present queen isn’t even in charge.” Hux finished. “Serves only as a face.”

“Then who is?” Kylo asked. With a click of a button, the current displayed faded away and another picture slid into its place. A screenshot showing a row of people lined on the front steps of the palace popped up on the screen.

“They are. The Royal Advisory Council. Re-establishment of the council after the Empire was off to a rocky start, and has been on a slow decline ever since.” Hux circled around the table. “Their governor, shown at the queen’s right side, is believed to be the clever mastermind behind it all.”

Kylo grunted in response. If sinking your planet into poverty was clever, then this governor was a genius. “I thought it was a democracy.”

“Hardly so.” Hux sighed. “With a governor as daft as theirs, it wouldn’t take much to infiltrate its atmosphere at all…”

The energy that radiated off the photo from its content was strong. He could feel tension intensively, begging Kylo to take a closer look. Prideful in their appearance, the council stood shoulder to shoulder, unafraid of their closeness. Relaxed smiles and faces full of contentment he had only seen in many of the First Order’s donors. Although supposed to be blank and expressionless, the queen’s queasiness was not shy.

Going down the line of ministers, he found it. Where his unease was coming from.

Distant and dissociative gaze. Annoyance felt from thousands of miles away. The council’s black sheep, he thought. Her half arm length away from the rest of the party could reveal more of her feelings towards her colleagues. The same could be told from them. None showed desire to touch her, even for a photo. Kylo huffed a chuckle. It was a familiar view.

Trying to turn his attention to the others, Kylo couldn’t help but travel back to the girl. Something beckoned him to return to her. Allowing himself to indulge his impulse, he turned back to her.

Big eyes, maybe once full of hope, held sharp resentments. It pricked at Kylo, tempting to come closer. She was not afraid to hold back from her coldness, her beautiful lips downturned into a frown. Hardened and pained, her soul seemed to cry out for a need that Kylo reached out for everyday.

Control.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Hux asked, annoyed. “I would prefer not to repeat myself again.

Not caring for his smarting off, Kylo silenced him with his hand held up, pausing the conversation. “Can’t you feel it from her?”

Hux glanced at the screen and at Kylo. “Feel what, sir?”

“Her anger.” He pointed to the council member at the end. Glaring at the screen, the General lingered in the quiet for a while. It didn’t take invisible powers to see the sudden infatuation from the Supreme Leader. If it got them closer to their goal, then so be it.

“I’ll see what I can find about the girl.”

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It was never ending.

Hallway after hallway, pillar after pillar. You would turn each corner for a dead end, only for another opening to reveal itself for you to fall for the same tricks again. Moonlight shone off the walls, the glass not showing the gardens of the palace or the streets of Theed.

Only space. Glittering stars twinkled, despite your mind numbing fear of no escaping.

Your chest heaved, your head whipping around to find any end of this nightmare. You couldn't resist yourself from running. It's just a bad dream. Telling yourself that you're going to wake up soon, that you’ll be in your own bed, safe and sound. How can your muscles ache so much if this isn’t real?

Then there it was.

As if two giant hands shoved into a wall and pushed back the stone like it was nothing, there was an end. Your relief quickly turned to horror as your escape was a void of darkness. Your thoughts screamed at you to not go in, even as alluring as it was to leave this hellhole. Certainly you would see your demise.

Without warning you were pulled into the void, your arms flying out into front of you like a puppet on strings. Your eyes couldn't see anything, only the gloom of the void. Helpless, you tried in vain to cry out for anything to come and save you.

You froze as you felt a tingling sensation creeping on your toes and up towards the rest of your body. Faint contact trailed its touch up onto your legs. And then your thighs. Then stopping right at your hips.

Whatever it was started to rub light circles on your hips, inching slowly towards the inside of your thighs. You exhaled, confused at this change of pace. You should be terrified right now, but you weren’t. Whatever this was doing, you felt totally at peace.

A breath hitched in your throat as it ran itself very closely to your slit. Heart racing, you curiously spread your legs apart. As if waiting for permission, it delved in between the lips of your pussy, getting a feel of one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

What were you supposed to do?

You sighed, surprised at your own content with this odd intrusion. It went in and out of you, not going too fast. Tortuously slow for your taste. You could feel yourself blushing, trying not to show all of your emotion to this energy. Suddenly it left you empty. Was the dream over?

You felt a slight pressure come out of nowhere on your clit, pressing down. Oh no, oh no. In a short sense, this was one of the surefire ways to get you to blab any and every thing on your mind. The only thing you were scared of was saying obscene and lewd words of ecstasy, but who in this void was going to hear that? You knew you were definitely going to give in, there was no doubt about it.

You let out a very audible sigh as it rubbed itself lightly over your clit. Building steadily, you arched your back, allowing it to explore you further. You think it sensed your want since it picked up the pace of itself, not wasting any time at all. Something started to play with your tits, squeezing and pinching. All of this happening at the same time was the perfect amount to not give a fuck if you would ever wake up again.

Toe curling pleasure, that's all you can describe. It really was a dreamy feeling. You had not experienced anything like this before, except from a few fleeting assistants of other council people or guards in training. But even they could not understand you, or make you feel as good as you are right now. By far the only one to make you cum was yourself, but you had never had it like this at all. Only in your dreams.

It took you a minute for you to realize over the sounds of gasps and moans that your eyes were still clamped shut. Fluttering open, a hazy image came into your view. It was no longer dark at all, but it was dim.

The lower half of someone pressed against your thighs as you confirmed it was from them. Their thighs were hot, warm and leathery. All care from you was ruled out. You blinked slowly, hoping that your vision would clear up to see your dream person. A shape took form, a silhouette of a large being hovering over you.

You reached out finally to touch it, soft but toned skin coming to contact. You let a lazy smile come onto your face. Thank god this thing is human. Or appears to be.

Please, please. Let me see them, you thought.

Your wish was granted. You let out a stifled noise of shock as the shape of the Supreme Leader of the First Order huffed, his face concentrated on his skill. He chewed on his bottom lip, incoherently speaking to himself. His movements came to a stuttering halt. He traveled up your body, then to your face, meeting your jolted gaze. He took his hand away, standing up straight.

“It's time for you to wake up now.”

-

Ren wiped the sweat off his forehead, the muscles in his arm coming to a alieving rest. He dropped onto the ground, stretching out his body onto the floor. The cold metal cooled off his red hot skin. Tired as he was, adrenaline raced through his veins. All he could do now was anticipate the meeting with that councilwoman.

It was sure to be interesting.

-

Holding a solid composure in the weekly council meeting was rough.

Every other thought was laced with the cringing memories of the nightmare you had. It seemed so real. The deep fingertips of him could still be felt on your thighs, inching their way up to your-

Stop. Focus on the Governor droning, even if it's boring and it’s the same stuff you had discussed last week, this was supposed to take your mind off of it.

Technically, this was impossible, due to your upcoming rendezvous with the Supreme Leader. You’ve been a nervous wreck ever since you privately received the holo message. Secretly were you sent through an anonymous channel of the time and coordinates, with an allowance of one personal guard to accompany. It was tagged with another message:

Tell no one of this meeting but your guard.

- K.R.

You would think that he would have a more formal send off signature, but nothing about this seemed professional. It wasn't like you were bursting at the seams to tell everyone else, more like trying to sew it all back together to keep it under wraps. Not calling yourself a bad liar, but with everyone breathing down your neck, anything could happen.

The amount of times you had to bring your focus back onto the meeting was uncountable. Good for you they sent out documents to your work holopad to read up on later. What you could pick up on were First Order protocols to follow and what they were leaving on the planet when their primary business was implemented.

The meeting also introduced the First Order’s ambassador for Naboo.

“With great pleasure, my friends, we welcome Colonel Cate.” The Governor announced as a taller sized woman dressed in a dark teal uniform entered the council chamber. Her blonde hair was chopped short, slicked back onto the top. Her eyes were completely black, irises abnormally huge. Giving a small nod, she stood beside the Governor.

“I look forward to everyone’s cooperation.” She smiled, a slight lisp to her words. Your focus toned right in on her pearly white, extremely sharp teeth.

Good stars, that’s fucking terrifying. Nonetheless, you wanted to roll your eyes. Even when the main players would leave, they would still keep someone who was supposed to report to Hux if something went awry. As off putting as the newly appointed watching was, you shoved the worry of her to the back of your head. A discussion for another time.

With the meeting adjourned, you gracefully bolted towards your exit.

“Oh my Lady (Y/N)!”

Not again, please not again. You thought. Flurrying footsteps clanked behind you as the Governor and Colonel Cate approached you.

“How rude of you to leave without a proper introduction, yes?” Sillin tsked. “I did tell our guest of perhaps a tour of Theed by none other than you, m’lady. A chance to get to know us a little more.”

Scolded like a child. You smiled politely. “My apologies, I did have an engagement to attend, and I’m running late.” Not true, but whatever got you out of this already infuriating interaction. “It is nice to meet you, Colonel.”

You turned on your heel, fluttering towards the exit.

“I have a lot to say about that one, madam…” you could hear Sillin scoff aloud as you left.

You stopped. You inched back into the chamber.

“What is it that you have to say?” You asked, voice clear. The council hushed, their attention fixated on you. The room grew dead silent. Sillin glanced at you, then at the Colonel. He was looking anywhere but from where you were standing.

“I beg your pardon?” He replied, lifting his eyebrows.

“Let's call back that you did tell the Colonel, rather louder might I add, that you had something to say about “that one.” You air quoted with your fingers. Your arms dropped to your side. “So what is it?”

You had been made to be a fool in front of the new ambassador. You were surprised at how quick it took Sillin to manipulate the situation, making it seem as if you were starting drama out of nowhere. Now you were really one to have a lot to be said about.

“Fucking hell, (Y/N).” Sara claimed. “What did you do after?”

“Ran out like a dog with my tail in between my legs.” You mumbled.

Sara tried her best to comfort, but to no avail. The one piece of advice you could really take away from your disheartening conversation was to lay low and keep yourself off Sillin’s and the Colonel’s radar. It was a nice thought, had it not been for your special “invitation”.

To be fair, if you did make it to the Supreme Leader’s good side, you wouldn’t have anything to worry about. With a snap of his fingers, he could have someone maimed or destroyed, right?

“Pretty.” You heard Sara compliment with a quick smile as she fluffed out your hair. “You’d look even prettier if you stopped crying.”

“You’re mean.” You whispered, earning a noise of amusement from her. “Is it that obvious?”

“Puffy eyes and tissues in your hand. I don’t think that can get more obvious.”

“Touché.”

“Let me fix it.” She sighed, opening the makeup box once more. “Then we’ll put you in your secret, sneaky armor.”

-

This wasn’t so secret. For a light cruiser, this ship was massive. Wasn't hard to miss.

The ship wasn't the only thing you had your attention on. You couldn't express how terrified or excited you were to be in free space. Nothing beneath you except the stars you had gazed upon every night. You remembered holding your breath as the mini carrier lifted off the ground and shot into the atmosphere.

It had been a long time since you had been on a ship like this, the other being multiple visits to the moon Oanam. One other piece of rock did not deter your need for more galactic travel. It was still a property of the Naboo system, defined in your books as home. If the crest of the monarchy was present on the door and walls, it did not count as some place new. It was still the same prison.

The mini carrier that you and Abie traveled in revealed more of the planets contained in the Naboo system. The other moons, the distant specks of the Chomell sector. They were right within your reach.

“It’s beautiful.” You said quietly, lifting the hood of your cape off your head for a better view underneath the ship of the cruiser. “When are we going to dock?”

“Let me ask.” Abie said, clearing his throat. “What is the estimated time of arrival, captain?”

No answer.

Abie straightened in his seat. “My lady is requesting an answer, please.”

“We’ll be docking soon.” One pilot replied monotonously.

“Soon isn’t a time.” You spoke under your breath, annoyed. “We’re just sitting in one spot.”

“I wonder if our ground security is aware of this rendezvous.” Abie mumbled. “Then we’d be in deep shit.”

“No one knows or needs to know.” The pilot declared aloud, focused on the glass panel in front of him. “Please refrain from chatter as we arrive at our destination.”

“Fine.” Abie muttered, gripping his seatbelt straps on his chest.

The sudden lift of the carrier transitioned from free space to the confinement of the docking area. You looked down at the blue hue of the shield that separated a habitable working place and certain death. You noticed that there were no officers or troopers to be seen in the docking bay. It was completely empty…

That only amplified your fears, but there was a plan to follow through.

“Docked successfully in Messenger, ready to unload.” The pilot announced in the ship comm.

You clicked your seatbelt off and stood up, smoothing off your cape. Flipped your hood up, covering your head completely, you looked through hooded eyes at the exit. Abie stood besides you, covering your front. A hiss and whir was heard as the doors opened.

There stood the same two shadowy guards from the party, solemnly facing forward. One held a saw-like blade on his shoulder, the other a heavy club. In the same scratchy deep tone of Ren’s helmet, they coughed out an order.

“Follow us.”

-

She’s here.

Ren opened his eyes, breathing in deeply. The energy of that woman was strong. Not within the Force, but a force to be reckoned with. She carried that wherever she went, cloaking all others with her scent. He could feel it through steel walls, it was that aggressive.

He could see her now, in his mind’s eye. He wasn't lying when he called her breathtaking. Like a piece of delicious, juicy fruit that you couldn’t wait to sink your teeth into.

Her emotions were too high, Ren thought. So were his. It delighted him at the idea of you both sharing that intensity together to create a supernova of power. There was a taste of it the other night. He craved that feeling of control over someone else. It surprised him everytime he could convince a being without a word spoken. The boost to Ren ’s ego when she became undone underneath his hands skyrocketed. And quickly pummeled as she realized who it was.

Ren’s heart dropped to his stomach anxiously. Fuck, what was she doing to him? Because of the memory of that look, all of that confidence went out the trash chute. This whole week Ren had tried to solidify a mold of a strong, daunting leader who could manipulate the thoughts and mindset of one person. Yet here he was, frozen to the spot as he remembered the disdain this woman carried for him and the Order.

His shoulders tensed, bundled as he tried to solve this sudden shift in atmosphere.

He wouldn’t blame her though, they did kindly invade her planet and leave a trail of destruction wherever they went in the galaxy. There really wasn't any reason for him to fear her. She wasn't a raging Rancor on the loose or an old Jedi with ancient unlimited powers. So why did he feel so nervous?
Ren refused to go into this meeting blindly. You know exactly what you’re doing. And who you are. He affirmed silently to himself. Taking another deep breath, he grabbed his helmet and locked it into place on his head.

With it on, no one saw a man fretting over a girl and whether or not she liked him or hated his guts. They saw a creature in a mask with the intention of conquering. And that was exactly what he was going to do today.

His boots echoed on the floor as he walked briskly in the hallway. A nod of the head or a greeting of respect by First Order personnel set in stone who called the shots. Senses of clarity and conviction overcame Ren as he turned the corner into the short hallway that led to the meeting room.

Two bows from his trusted Knights addressed his presence. Without a word, the door opened, and Ren walked through.

He was met with a sight to behold. There she was, within reach. Her figure against the round table, focused on the glass panel of stars. The vision was picturesque. She belonged with them, deserving to sparkling alongside their flaming auras-

Enough, he thought. How Ren disgusted himself with his soft poetry. Appearances could not influence his decisions, especially with her. Her hood was still up as she swiveled at the sound of the door opening.

“It's nice to see you again.” She announced, taking off her hood. She stood behind a chair, tapping her fingers on the back part.

“Likewise.” Ren replied shortly, pulling out his own chair. “Please, have a seat.”

Opposite sides of the table, you both sat down. Awkwardly. The legs screeched against the floor, the only sound in the room.

-

Good stars, this was fucking unpleasant.

The visor of Ren’s mask bared into your soul. His figure was very still, like a painting. Which terrified you deeply since this could be the calm before the storm. A focus, then pouncing for the kill.

After a solid minute, you wanted to look everywhere but him. “So, are we going to sit here and stare at each other until our time is up?”

Feisty. “I’m just taking in the view.”

You nodded, looking away once more to hide a blush. It wasn’t good if you couldn’t tell that it was out of your uneasiness. Or flattery. “It is a delightful change of scenery. The stars look unbelievable out here-“

“That wasn’t what I was talking about.” The Supreme Leader unlatched his helmet and placed it gently on the table. “I didn’t see your guard at the door? Why is that?”

You leaned back in your chair, hands interlocking on your lap as you pretended to not hear his compliment. “I felt no need for his protection while I'm here. I have some trust in your security.”

The truth was that Abie was allowed to “roam” the halls of the Messenger in the case of an emergency. That allowance being about finding another quick and easy way to get back home in the nick of time. And definitely before the both of you could feel the searing blade of a lightsaber in your back.

“Trust in us.” He scoffed, an upturn of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “It sounds foolish.”

“I will say our last interaction wasn't pleasant at all.” You ignored his remark, furthering on your rare apologetic nature towards strangers. “Forgive me for my rudeness.”

‘No need.” Ren replied almost immediately. “I think your agreement to this trumps your ill manners.”

Heat rose on your cheeks out of anger, causing you to sigh out loud annoyingly. The nerve of him was unbelievable. “I don’t like being lied to. Even if it's for fun.”

“Can you tell me where I did not tell the truth?” Ren raised his eyebrows. “I was getting to who I was before we were interrupted.”

Dammit he’s right. You thought. Your expression softened, panning out to gaze at the room. “There I go again.”

“Don’t worry yourself, my lady. Now, it is time to get to business.” Ren got out of his seat and typed in a code into his data pad. A beam from the center of the table arose to show an in-depth chart of Naboo. Your eyes widened at the size of it. Some information on here you didn't even know about, weRen 't even taught about.

“Well, this is..detailed.” You said, awestruck.

“The other night at our first interaction, it came to my knowledge rather passionately what is happening on your planet and its system.” Ren commented.

“More like afraid and I rambled, but go on.” You spoke up.

“Sometimes when you have too much to get off your chest, it tends to come spilling out of your mouth incoherently.” He said. “But I understood some.”

It was super irritating to be berated without regard.“I always make sure to make my words as clear as possible.”

“Let’s summarize.” Ren continued, getting up. “This sector to everyone else is a waste of time. There is no potential here as far as the rest of the galaxy is concerned. Other than to look at relics or to bask in its former glory-“

“Pardon me, but I’ve heard this many times.” You tapped your fingers on the tabletop, your head held up by your fist. “There better be an upside.”

Ren’s head tilted. He flexed his leather glove, causing it to squeak. “yes. If you allow me to continue, I will give you the reason for this visit.”

You bit on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. Not as bad as insulting your character, but a small victory nonetheless.

“Recalling the governor.” He flipped to another slide, showing a picture of the bastard. “Ignorant, upturned and disgraceful. disappointing as it was to see resources and skills go to waste, I do see a silver lining in all of this. Something for Naboo and you.”

“Pray tell.” A couple of ideas were present with you of what was going to be discussed. They all involved chaos and destruction, a tool the Supreme Leader was very much familiar with.

“Get rid of the governor and reinstall the monarchy as it should be.”

“I was expecting that.” You murmured. “A coup, and if failed, could end in a tragedy.”

“Coup is good in some instances.” Ren disclosed, keeping his focus on the screen. “This is a good reason.”

You sighed, getting up. “I need to hear more.”

“If succeeded, the queen will reign fully with a new Governor with limited capabilities and a smaller council with experience.” He walked to the side of the table, hands grazing the edge of the table. “We can always offer First Order support if need be.”

You let out a small laugh. “Your general will hate that proposition.”

“I am the Supreme Leader. What I say goes.”

Ren did have that title for a reason. “True.”

This felt like a joke. It didn’t feel real that you were probably about to betray your people and morals. On the other hand, this wonderful opportunity could be real and offer you the freedom that everyone needs. It rested on you. “What are my consequences regardless of success?”

“The possibility of Naboo labeling you a traitor and an enemy to the planet.”

“That’s it?” You questioned, not surprised at all. “I was expecting more, like a slap on the hand. Something most of the council knows a lot about.”

Your sarcastic banter earned a chuckle from Ren . “If we play our cards right, and due to your background with the people, everything must go smoothly.”

“Then it looks like I’m preparing for a heartbreaking disaster that I know nothing of.” You pushed back your chair, approaching Ren at a glacial pace by his side. A second of faith allowed you to look at Ren in a different hue. An ally, a friend in troubling times. Someone who could give you exactly what you wanted.

“There has to be something you want in return.” You implied. “What is it? Name your desire.”

Ren closed in on the space in between you both, a parallel from the party. Only this time, you knew exactly who you were talking to. “You have doubts about my offer?”

A hint of dismay came across his face. You nodded solemnly. “I’m afraid so.”

“Please, get rid of them. Put your faith in me.” Ren pleaded with you. You couldn't ignore the sincerity in his voice. Why else would he take time out of his clamored routine to talk to you, share an idea with you? You didn’t know what else to say, opting for silence as you tried to think up an answer.

“The small step of having my knights keep you guarded was an honor by itself, but this, this is so much bigger. If I can have full trust in just words right now, I’d give you my life.”

Now you were truly lost for words.

“T-thats a big commitment, especially for someone I just met.” You glanced at him before turning to the holopad. “Tell me how much more you know about that then what I told you.”

Ren huffed, pressing the touch pad rather aggressively. You weren’t one to give in so easily. Playing hard to get was so fun.

“You’re quite the firecracker. The rebel queen fought hard for her people against those who didn't care.” He said aloud. Pictures of you on tour of Naboo, making some new friends through locals along the way. You saw the beauty in your home, and the beings that made it all come to life. There were some memories in this period in your life that you were fond of, even if they were doing it for face.

You looked at Ren. He scanned the pictures, surveying all that resided in the contents. His face softened, almost like he was sharing these memories with you. “They really liked you.”

“Because some of them had to.”

“No. They did.” His gloves made a small creak as he held up his hand. “Can you see it in their eyes?”

You exhaled deeply. Doubt led to distrust, distrust led to hostility. “Obligated. Expected of them.”

Suddenly you felt two hands grip your shoulders and twisted you to the slide. “Look. Closer.”

You tensed up at the immediate contact with his palms on your shoulders. It didn’t take much for him to move your body in a different direction. His torso pressed so slightly against your back. Trying not to think of the many ways this could become a compromising position, you did a more careful study on the pictures. All you could mutter was, “They...yeah…”

You stare at the screen. Dropping your shoulders, you could tell it wasn’t hard to see the brightness in their face. There were some left in yours too. The notion of a future that held a possibility of happiness and peace was a dream. Easily achieved with the progress the queen was making, with all her brand new allies and support. There was hope.

“I’ve never seen people so enamored with one person.” His whispers made you shiver. You were so caught up with memory lane that you didn’t notice how much closer Ren was to you. His fingertips rubbed circles into your shoulders, that same warmth from making a return.

You were lulled in again for a second time. Common sense cried out for you to pull away from his hypnotizing touch. Waves of calm washed over your body. It was so comforting. You didn’t want to move from it.

“When I first saw you in this room, I couldn’t focus on anything else.”He whispered.
”Just you.”

“I- I- think..”

“Such intelligence, hidden.” His voice was soft. But it resounded loudly in your ear, almost echoing. Your perception clouded tremendously without another action. “Meant it when I said you had such a beautiful mind. It's bewitching.”

You felt his breath on your neck. You shivered, goosebumps rising on your arms. Everything was mute. Tenderly, Kylo whispered again.

“Almost like starlight.”

Your nerves were shot with a sensation you had never felt before. Cold, resilient, rushing. Along the currents of your body, dreading tendrils of darkness streamed through your veins. You were horrified as you felt it creep over inside you, crawling through your neck and into your brain. Overwhelmed with the sheer power of it, you tried desperately to push yourself out of it, to defy whatever it was from tearing your mind apart.

A switch flipped in your brain. This…didn’t hurt anymore. Exhilarating spirits lit up, blazing and relaxing all at the same time. You didn’t want to reject this. Matter of fact, you wanted more.

You snapped out of your trance, fumbling out of Ren’s grasp. What the fuck was that? Drowning in your own mind, sunken into unfamiliarity. It was the same void of your dream, consuming you further into darkness. Blinding rage and an extreme thirst for power, your body responded with much fervor. Regretfully, you ached to feel it again. A rush of vitality ran through your veins, awakening even more of your senses.

Blinking rapidly as if you had just woken up, you held onto the table on your side as you tried to adjust to the newfound feeling. “What did you do to me?”

“You tell me.” Shaking, you glance at Ren. Your stomach turned. The way he looked at you, told you what he seeked. He looked achingly on, desperation evident on his face.

“I have never felt more…alive.”

-

Kylo transfixed on his new project. Job well done. Let's see what else we can do.

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“The meeting went well?”

Kylo nodded, just coming back to give the councilwoman his farewell at the loading dock. He sat down silently, helmet in hand. “You’ll be happy to know she is more than willing to accept our helping hand.”

“Good.” Hux said, placing a hologram pad on the table in front of Kylo. “Our little insider has more information, if you liked to hear.”

Kylo waved his hand in confirmation. Pressing a button, up popped Colonel Cate, her hands behind her back. Delightful to be told more about how easily this foolish authority could be taken down was a feeling Kylo could want to experience as long as he lived. The monster thrived off of it.

“Good evening, General.” She began, a look of annoyance already telling the room the contents of the message. “Might I start off by saying that the head of this establishment is a complete waste of time and resources. You can say I’ve gone nearly mad from all the fodder this idiot has been spewing at me for the past week.”

Kylo huffed in agreement. That makes two of us, he thought.

“With my personal emotions out of the way, I have gotten a hold of Sillin’s schedule for the upcoming days. If I am correct, and with approval, we may have our moment to strike very soon.” She confirmed. “The outline has been sent right away. I will be prepared for your response.”

The hologram disappeared. Kylo was amused. He had never seen a plan go so much in the right motion. Invincibility was within reach. “That was terribly easy.”

“Their trust in us really is laughable.” Hux replied, pulling up the plans sent. “But I think I would too in desperation.”

Kylo felt a twang in his chest. Trust in a corrupted being and one with good intentions were different. It takes no time for the corrupted to easily swallow trust into themselves and twist it to betrayal. It fueled their power to spread itself. He knew that situation too well, and had played this familiar scene many times. Had he been any normal person, he may have had some guilt over it.

What nagged Kylo was that of your trust.

It was kind of pathetic to have you spill your thoughts to a complete stranger. You had confided in him your desires and infiltrated another part of you that was closed off to everyone else. Hints of shame poked at him like needles. He took your trust and manipulated it, just to get to you.

But imagine it, he thought. Someone just as powerful as him, by his side, sharing the galaxy with one another. An unstoppable duo of chaos. Oh, how he would present you as his example of perfect creation. He couldn't lie when he said you were like starlight. In every bit you were, and Kylo would do whatever it took to burn you even brighter.

-

Trust no one, you were told by the Supreme Leader.

You paced in your room in complete silence, gathering your thoughts best you could. Whatever transpired in the Messenger stayed in the canals of your brain. After the revelation of “hope” with the Supreme Leader, there were unspoken instructions to keep the contents of the conversation completely hidden.

Whatever that was, felt fucking amazing.

For a split second, the world was at your fingertips, giving you the courage to do anything. Remnants still echoed in your body, which was why you were still up and moving at this late hour.

You took careful notice of every creak and sound outside your room. It wasn’t because of intruders or an assassin waiting in case of the discovery of your secret. Simply it was because of those closest to you.

As you boarded the transport back home, a careful thought process came into mind. For a fact, you knew that the minute you were out of sight and mind, Abie would ask almost immediately about the meeting.

“It was just an apology.” You lied. You feigned disgust easily, making sure not to hide your anger at all. Relief washed over as it easily brought Abie to thinking you spoke the truth. “What a waste of time. All that anxiety and fear for nothing.”

“You’re kidding me.” Abie breathed. “But hey, at least we’re in the clear, right?”

“Not exactly. I was told the colonel will stay to watch over for the Order. That and a guaranteed protection against the Resistance.” Now that part did hold some authenticity. Grateful for some truth to weave in your lies, you leaned back in your seat in fake defeat. “Regardless of our failure, did you have any perks of your mission?”

Out of his cloak, he pulled a minuscule black drive. “All in here. So far, I didn’t see any involvement of Naboo in the Order. Somehow, they’re true to their word as long as we keep our loyalty.”

“How gorgeous.” You muttered, holding out your hand. “In that case, I’ll just take a look and see if I can find anything. If not, I feel it shouldn’t be worth even mentioning to nobody. It just be another reminder of our shortcomings.”

Abie still held the drive in between his fingertips, his face confused. “Are you sure? Cause I feel like all of us should analyze it together-“

“I will not ridicule myself anymore than I have today!” You interrupted harshly. Boy, you were really selling it. Your poor guard shrunk back into himself at your outburst. “She sees any of that, we won’t hear the end of our miscalculations. I already have a headache, I don’t need another one.”

Solemnly he gave the drive to you. Snatching it out of his hand and tucking it away, you did feel some remorse for getting upset. Not giving an apology was uncharacteristic. Tipping block into telling another confidant of your demeanor could lead to the imminent revealment. The one time overthinking might save you in this situation.

“Abie, I’m-“ you sighed, opening your arms in defeat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset, I’m just-“ You clenched and unclenched your fists, imitating your frustration. “You know me. I hate losing.”

“As do I, (Y/n).” He replied softly, pulling at his uniform. “We just need some rest.”

You nodded, patting his hand in agreement. “Will you forgive me, my friend?”

“Always.” Abie flashed a brief assuring smile before sitting in solitude for the rest of the ride home.

Throughout your overthought dilemma, you tried to unmask your exact feelings for this. It was mixed in together in a concoction of emotions, which did no good. Why was it so hard to figure out what was exactly bothering your weary head? There was a root for every action, and you still didn’t know what it was. Throwing up your white flag, you came to the conclusion it was simply for the good of the people, but even saying that aloud didn’t feel right either. Maybe if you slept on it, you figured it out in the morning.

You constantly held out an ear for your next obstacle. Sara was far more in tune with deceit than Abie was. Her eyes would search your body for any indication of lying. A pull of the ear, quick blinking, looking away too quickly. What was once a gift could be a nightmare for you.

The soft rapping of knuckles on your door startled you, rendering you frozen in the spot. Running your diversion according to plan, you swooped into bed, snuggling under the covers to your chin.

“Come in.” You slurred, trying to mumble in your sleepiest voice.

Your door slid open, Sara walking in with her arms crossed. She took a quick look around the room before exhaling and sitting at your vanity. Blinking rapidly, you sat up.

“Is everything alright?” You asked.

She shrugged. “More worried about you, my lady.”

Here we go.

“I’m just tired, that's all.” You flopped back down. Your comfort will bring her comfort, you thought.

“I’m hoping it's not because of the Supreme Leader doing anything to you.”

Fuck.

“If he would’ve done something to me, would I be here right now?” You asked, suddenly more awake. “I’m fine. Well I’m not because we’ve all been made fools, but in the long run, it's completely fine.”

Sara nodded, pursing her lips. You took immediate notice. The initial sign of her calling your bluff and thinking of exactly what to say next.

“I see that Sara and I know you think I’m lying, but I’m not.” You pointed at her. “I got an apology and was sent on my merry way. Not a finger on me.”

“Don’t believe it. Not for a second.”

“What do you not believe?” You asked loud and clear, voice laced with frustration. Stubbornness was a bitch. “Would char marks on my frozen dead body make more sense?”

“Yes it would.” She shot back, hands gripping the sides of your chair. “One doesn’t go up to a First Order ship and make it out without a scratch on them!”

“Well this one did.” You muttered, falling back on your headboard.

You never wanted a conversation to be more over in your entire life. Not simply of the accusation of being tampered with, just that you could only hold up a facade for so long. The twang of realizing that you were simply irked that you were lying to your closest friend rang through. This wasn’t a schoolyard fabrication. The larger scale of matters in any other case would have you running to her first to tell of the news.

You prayed in due time, she will understand. There was a small possibility of her fully forgiving your actions gave you some hope.

Getting up off the chair, Sara crept towards you on your bed. She hesitated for a second. Finally planting herself on the edge, she rubbed the sides of her forearms in reassurement.

“This is going deeper than just physical wounds, isn’t it?” You said, searching her wondering face.

“I know all about him.”

“As does the rest of the galaxy.”

“No, listen to me.” She grabbed your arm, her eyes bearing into you. “This thing is more than dangerous.”

You gulped, forearm aching as Sara’s grip grew tighter as she tried to muster her voice.

“Ren is a fallen Jedi. Do you know what happens when a Jedi turns?” She asked. “Their powers grow dark and use it only for their gain. They will do whatever it takes to satisfy their hunger.”

Is that what that was? You asked yourself. You could see why many turned to the dark side, it was addicting. You never felt more alive in your life than in that moment. Good stars, maybe you were blinded. A genuine punch of doubt came back. A new situation, but the same old mistakes.

“Now tell me again. Tell me that he didn’t do something to you.” She pleaded, desperately searching your face for an answer. “Please.”

How you wanted to tell her everything. Not once did you feel that you were really in danger with him, even when you were shown his gift. Maybe she’d understand…

“Your lady would not give herself in so easily.” You finally spoke, your eyes staring into hers. “I did not allow him to do something to me.”

After what seemed like an eternity, your best friend pulled you into a tight hold. The second her arms wrapped around your body, tears welled up. Here you were, in an embrace with the only person who stood by you through thick and thin. She was your shoulder to cry on, the one to run to when the crown came bearing down onto you. Only to stab her in the back by keeping this dirty little secret.

“You won’t ever lose me to anything, or anyone. Ever.” You whispered in her ear.

For the first time today, your words held truth, allowing you to pluck the thorn out of your side until tomorrow.

-

Today was the day.

Thankfully, someone had arranged a last minute engagement for the Queen and her handmaidens. Assistance to the monarchy could have its perks. With big bright eyes, you begged Abie to go with the party. Explaining that with his experience and your full turns in him, the monarch deserved the best of protection.

“You sound better today.” Abie said as he planted his guard cap and smoothed out the flats.

“I just want her to be with someone I know what they're doing.” You murmured as you pinned the crest of Naboo on the collar of his uniform. “Also I think you need a little break from me. I still feel guilty about the other day.”

He sighed. “Don’t be. I was going to ask you for an easy task, so this will do it.”

“Thank you.”

What safer place to be than a visit to the primary schools in Theed?

“I can’t thank you enough.” Alce breathed, flopping back in her chair as you did your morning check in with the Queen. “For once, I don’t dread the day.”

You chuckled. “Just saw the chance and I knew you had to have it.”

“Come with us, please.” Alce asked, putting her hands together in a prayer-like manner. “You deserve it as much as I do.”

“Duty calls, your majesty.” You shook your head, much to her disappointment. “My position dictates that I must argue and create unnecessary tensions in the palace.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does, says it right here.” You circled a finger around your face. The memory of hearing that whispered about your character was hurtful at the time, but all you could do now was laugh at it.

The Queen flashed a toothy grin. “Then tell me all about it when I get back, (Y/n).”

As you left the Queen’s private chambers, you felt the vibration of your holowatch of an incoming message. After surveying for surveillance, you snuck into an empty hallway and opened the message.

Operations will begin soon. Do not alarm yourself. Listen and follow orders.

K.R.

That was a hard task to do, considering there would be a horrendous attack in Theed today. Closing the holowatch, you dropped your arms. You could feel the mini blaster pressed against your thigh as you walked. You weren’t stupid enough to come to a coup unarmed.

Roaming in the gardens, you overlooked the greenery with an odd sense of clarity. There was no one around to lie to, your guard completely down. Your hands trailed along the planted flowers, your fingertips memorizing the details of the petals. As you got up this morning, you decided to allow yourself a little pleasure before going into battle.

If you wanted to see beauty one last time, it would be here. Home. You made your way underneath a gazebo, admiring the engravings on the brick.

“Councilwoman (L/N).”

You turned around at the voice to see the Colonel approaching the gazebo at a glacial pace. “Good morning.”

She nodded, a bright look on her face. “Just wanted to have a small chat before the day’s activities, if that's alright.”

Trust no one.

“Of course. Have you been finding everything to your liking?” You asked, clasping your hand behind your back. The person that stood before Cate was just a woman, living and working like any other day. She definitely wasn’t having a hand in the uprooting of a government that survived far worse wars and destruction. No way she was.

“I take pleasure in expanding my travels, and by far, this has been the most beautiful.” She said. “When the Order gives such an opportunity, you must take it.”

You nodded. “Sadly, this is the only place that I really know. My reign didn’t go beyond the Sector before.”

“Then you must. Perhaps once the chaos settles down, a trip might be in the stars for you.” She claimed. “Just saying, you probably won’t have to worry about much after today.”

Subtlety could be a blessing. Playing dumb is also.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

She shrugged. “Just heard some new proposals and treaties may be under discussion.”

“If it did affect me to where I can get some time off, I’d be grateful.” You shot a polite smile. “One can get exhausted in the council.”

“I can relate. Nonstop interaction with our head of government has been…an experience to say the least.” She muttered. You wanted to laugh at how her face twisted in disgust.

“You'll never get used to it, I promise you.” You quipped back. You could have continued with your difficulty trying to understand Sillin, and the incredible control you have had to not strangle him earlier. “Has he said anything about me to you?”

She gave a small huff. “It’d be rude to hear it from my mouth.”

“Heard it, seen it.” You rolled your eyes. “One more won’t hurt.”

“Your back talk was noticeable, to say the least.” She replied. “Might I say, also inspiring.”

You were glad that at least one first impression was a success. “I really can’t sit down and watch myself be insulted anymore. Glad to say Colonel, I found my voice back after all this time.”

“Maybe you just needed a little push.” She pointed upwards to the sky, smirking. “He’s good at that.”

You raised your eyebrows. Now that really wasn’t subtle. “It felt more like a shove.”

“Sometimes that's what is needed to get the gears working.” She continued, looking around with careful glances.

Before you could reply, she stepped closer to you, her voice low. “When the takeover is playing out, you are to follow me to a safe location. The Supreme Leader will take care of the rest.”

“I can’t help?” You asked. You were shocked to hear you say that. But come on, who wouldn’t want to stick around and see someone get what they deserve?

She shook her head. “As desirable as it sounds, the Supreme Leader emphasizes your safety of most importance. Your security is a top priority for him.”

Whatever you do, do not blush, You thought. “I understand.”

“Good.” She finished.

“Question, had the Supreme Leader told you himself of my security?” You asked curiously, delighted in some sense of what he had exactly said about you.

“I’ll just say we did not get onto our main course of subject due to the rather extensive outline of your person.”

Your cheeks burned, avoiding the Colonel’s gaze. “Ah, yes,” was all you could muster.

You heard thundering footsteps approaching, seeing a pair of the palace guards make their way into the garden.

“Apologies, but I’ve been informed that the council meeting is to start here soon.”

“Yes. Well, shall I walk you in?” She turned to you, smiling.

“I’d be honored.”

What seemed like a millenium had passed by in your chair, the meeting had just begun. Cate’s firm squeeze on your shoulder before taking her place in a chair by Sillin still echoed its print on you. Taking it as a way of her telling you of her watchful presence, you repeated her instructions once more as you waited. Tapping your foot ever so often, the soft echo of your heel calms you some.

You nodded your head slightly as you listened to the various members give another update pertaining to their position. It was the same old record that you heard every week. But then it dawned on you that this may be the last time that you would be in this room for another council meeting. Who's to say that everyone was going to still be in position, (or alive), after today?

In no way shape or form was this council equipped for an emergency. They always had to rely on someone else to do the saving for them, their only defense was to run or call for help. Good maker, this was going to be too easy.

“We are to note that her majesty is not here.” Sillin claimed aloud. “So I ask as to why her advisor is present and not with her?”

You cleared your throat. “We are practicing distancing for the time being to allow her majesty to expand on her skills with her people.”

Sillin scoffed, shrugging as he sat down. “A child speaking to children should be easy enough.”

Some of the council hummed in agreement, while others gave a chuckle.

“A first where she has no trouble today without her mentor.” The voice of Councilman Conter piped up. Of course Sillin’s pet would follow in his shadow.

“Another one of these and maybe we can have a glance of a proper head of state.” You heard someone whisper quite loudly. The audacity was too much to go without a few words being said.

“I've never seen a council so doubtful of their queen.” You voiced. “That’s a shame, but not surprising.”

The awkward silence came back into use. “I’m disappointed that our meetings are met with such hostility.” Sillin spoke.

“I can say the same.”

“ I’m glad we are on the same page about something.” He said. “Otherwise, we will talk after this meeting.”

“No.”

The governor turned to look at you. “That was an order, not a request.”

“Oh I know. And I said no.”

This really was the point of no return, and there was no use for just jumping around what was going to happen. Might as well give in some last words before the inevitable. Conter’s face contorted in confusion, opening his mouth and then closing it.

“Have you no off button?” You heard voices from across the room from the gaggle of council women.

“How disrespectful.”

“A public apology should be issued immediately from Councilwoman (Y/N).” Councilman Mont proclaimed. The room clamored with sounds of concurrence, awaiting to hear what you had to say.

The Colonel looked upon the council with a blank stare. Her quick glances to you told a different story other than being a still statue that just conveyed action until her que for an intervention was approaching. You stared back, shrugging. Slowly standing up, you prepared yourself for an apology of sorts.

“Can anyone tell me the reasoning for a child monarch?” You began, holding your hands up. You were met with the fading reverb of your voice, not one person coming for your offer. “For those so worrisome about the state of of our democracy and law, this baffles me.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a faint smirk on the Colonel’s face.

“We all once held a wisdom and thinking that adults lacked. Without corruption or influence of the experienced. Our decision making came solely from the knowledge of what we had obtained in our short lifespan and what we believed was right and wrong.” You said. “Just our adolescent judgement that makes perfect sense.”

The echoing zooms of patrol ships sounded off faintly in the background. Thoughts and wishes jumbled in your brain, begging the Order to hold off until you were done with your speech.

“She is just a child. She’s not like you, full of selfishness and cruelty for the very people you promised to protect!” You snarled. “If we want to hear an apology, I want to hear it from all of you. And especially you, Governor.”

Sillin’s cheeks grew red with fury. For a brief moment, you converted back to the girl that was queen, cowering in her chair as she saw what was supposed to be her most trusted advisor rage at her because of a disagreement. The youthful anxiety made its return, but was quickly stomped with a mature need for revenge.

“My condolences will go to this council for suffering through your outbursts once more.” He began, gripping the handles of his seat. “It was pitiful to see an insect become a queen and a councilwoman at that, and now we have to hear it again.”

You nodded. The ships grew louder.

“And what's sad is that you’re not even doing a good job. If you were, maybe we would have some hope in our queen, instead of making the decisions for her.” He seethed. “Had it not been for your reputation, I would have made sure you were well out of our hairs a long time ago.”

The deep clank of cruisers landing didn’t deter your need to hear Sillin’s truth.

“I realize that we have two children on this council. The queen and you. Stupid little girls who still need to be babysat.” He muttered.

You crossed your arms, trying so hard not to show any emotion on your face. A familiar rush of power began to stream through your fingers and into your bones. There was no use in worrying about losing when you have already won.

You heard worrying clamor come from the council as some ran to the windows of the throne room. You didn't need to run over to know what they were seeing. In the midst of the chaos, Cate circled slowly around the chairs to behind yours, her arms stiff as she watched you in anticipation. The thundering footsteps of the First Order became louder in the palace, sending the room into full panic. The urgency to run was prevalent in your legs, but in full stubbornness, you just need to get the last word out.

“Thank you for your words, governor.” You said. “Its means a lot to me.”

My lady, its time to go.” Cate grabbed your arm, pulling you off.

Sillin’s eyes widened with a confused rage. “You…you-“

Zaps from blasters could be heard making contact with the marbled walls of the hallway. You were baffled at how quickly the Order was able to outnumber the Royal guard. If it meant that, then the guard in the throne room stood no chance.

The realization of sudden demise must have overcome the governor. Twisting his head wildly, he pushed back his fellow members at a chance of escape. As the rest of the entourage rushed behind him, bursting in was a gaggle of stormtroopers, guns at the ready. They jumped back, screaming as they hovered over them. A struggle ensued between the Royal guard, earning you and Cate enough time to get to a safer place.

Rushing behind a large pillar, the Colonel took her blaster from her holster. “We’re staying here until we have the all clear!”

That was going to be a while, since the blast doors finally gave into the assault.

A plume of smoke ascended up the grand staircases to the throne room, masking the rest of the intruding party. As the stormtroopers raced up the steps, the noise came to a halt. Mumbled prayers and whimpering from the council was all that bounced off the ugh walls of the room, an eerie stillness more frightening than the mayhem that just played out.

An explosive screech came to life, buzzing loudly. It cackled violently, almost like the physical sound of electricity traveling through a current. The air grew heavy, the tension weighing down.

Thud…

Thud.

Thud.

That was one way to make an entrance. There was no doubt in your mind who it was by the audible reaction from the council. The hum of Ren’s lightsaber grew closer to your and Cate’s location. You dared yourself to take a peek from behind your pillar to get a look.

“Don’t.” Cate pulled you back, pressing you firmly against the stone. You shook your head, wiggling out of her grasp. Peeking around the corner, there he was.

In all of his glory, Kylo Ren stood masked in all black, watching all through his empty, soulless visor.

“I sense your apprehension.” The vocoder rumbled.

“But do not be afraid. My business is not with you.” He said, pointing out his saber to the prettified corner of people. “I only come for one person.”

A few more steps and you heard the startled yelps from Sillin, who was dragged from his hiding place and in front of the throne. His body was pulled by an invisible force, yanking himself up into the air.

“You are the one I want.” Ren muttered almost amusingly.

“P-please, m-my lord, I d-don’t know how I offended you, but I-I’m sorry trust me I am, please spare my life-“

Choked gasps quickly silenced Sillin, his feet kicking. You wouldn't believe your eyes for a second to see someone overcoming Sillin in such a way. In any other case, you’d feel sorry for the poor soul that crossed Ren’s path.

“Let me make this idiot a prime example of what is to come, if you stand in the Order’s way.” Kylo said aloud, walking to the council. His hand did not waver as he moved in closer. “By all means, if you would like to defend his excellency in any way, please do so now.”

They shrunk back into their shells, avoiding eye contact and a one way ticket for certain torture. Or death.

“I didn’t think so.” He muttered, dropping Sillin. His body plopped on the ground, desperately reaching for air in the process. You were so enamored by the scene that was shown before you, you completely forgot about your hiding place and how Cate had been trying to get you out of the palace.

“My lady, it is time to go.” She whispered harshly, hoping for Ren’s focus to just be on the governor. You slowly walked back, stumbling a bit.

“I-i will not go down without a fight. T-these walls have stood for many centuries and will continue standing, even if your wretched kind are here!” Sillin heaved, gritting his teeth.

“You are so right. These walls will still be here.” Kylo circled him. “But you won’t.”

As Sillin roared with all his might, his anticipated attack on Ren was in vain. Not a finger was laid on Ren as the governor was thrown into a pillar, crumbling on the ground. He slowly got on his knees, attempting to push himself back up.

“I applaud you for trying so hard.” Kylo scoffed. “But I’ve had enough of this nonsense.”

He picked him up by the nape of his tunic, dragging him once more across the floor. In a puddle, Sillin looked up at Ren, his mouth agape in horror. The red hot blaze of his weapon came to life once more, ready to take another life by its blade. The sight of it enticed you to continue watching, the tugging from Cate and her order for you to retreat becoming drowned out. The heat could be felt on your skin, bringing warmth in a cold-blooded moment brought by yours truly.

Cocking his shoulder back, Ren swung the saber over his head for the final blow. Sillin’s eyes closed shut, wincing as he anticipated his death.

He stopped.

Like a statue, Ren stood still in his spot. You heard him click the button of his saber, the blade retracting back into its hilt.

You blinked in confusion. What was he doing?

The focus of the room turned to the direction of the pillar you were supposed to be hiding behind. The only way you knew of this was the expression on Cate's face, which was twisted in dismay at her failed objective.

“She’s still here.” Ren said blankly.

Cate nodded, her chest heaving as she waited to hear what was in store next for you and her. “Yes sir.”

“Let me see her.”

You stumbled out, that confidence you had thrown out the window. It wasn’t a matter of embarrassment at the exposure of your “betrayal”, but of not listening like you were supposed to and being roped in with the rest of them.

“Come here.” Kylo held out his palm. “Please.”

His voice. Soft and gentle, barely heard above his vocoder. Sounding like a boy coaxing his pet to his side with kind words. Speaking alluringly, you almost did want to join him in an instant. But your mind told you otherwise.

Sensing your hesitation, the leather palm of his hand flipped around in a grabbing motion. Scrunching his fingers, your feet were trailing along the floor towards Ren. Planting you by his side, you watched his every move as he trudged behind you. Breathing heavily, you balled your fists as you remained still.

“It wouldn’t feel right for me to do this all on my own.” He announced. You searched around, a sense of guilt panged your gut. The deception you had led on was being revealed by the council at this moment, now coming to terms that you had something to do with this mess.

“This man personally has not done anything to me. I wouldn't care if he lives or dies in other circumstances. But her?” Ren pointed to you. “You’re all witness to it.”

You felt the heat of Ren’s chest pressed against your back, his black clothed arms wrapping themselves around your body. Your face was burning as his right hand grabbed a hold of your wrist benevolently, trailing his leathered fingertips in between the indents of your knuckles and through your digits. You could feel his gaze watching your reaction to his touch, tilting his head as he opened your covered hand.

You recoiled in dread as Kylo delicately placed his lightsaber hilt in your hand, carefully closing it around the hilt right underneath the trigger. He enclosed himself around you completely.

“I-it doesn’t feel right.” You stuttered out, gratefully regretting the choices you had made up to this moment.

“But it is.” He whispered in your ear, pushing your thumb over the ignition button lightly. “Put your trust in me again.”

The line of fear of the unknown and the anticipation of the aftermath was blurring tremendously. In your state of righteousness and having good intentions for others, you realized that all of this time was the need for vengeance.

That was the bottom line. Vengeance on those who tore you down, who made you feel so small. This was the take back, your upper hand. The flames ignited. Your target was focused. “I trust you.”

You heard the lilt of enjoyment in Kylo’s voice. “Then let me help you.”

Pressing the hilt against the forehead of Sillin, you stared down in an unheard glee. “Any last words, governor?”

“W-why?” Sillin asked, voice hoarse.

“So that her face is the last you see.”

The button was pressed. Sillin jolted as the blade shot though him, the look of unbridled terror evident. Cracked groans emitted from him as Kylo forced the blade further into his head. The ignition button was pushed once more, all orifices retracting back. Sillin dropped on his side, the seared hole in his head still sizzling.

The screams from the room meant nothing to you. The feeling of coldness didn't bother you.

You finally got what you wanted. And no one could take this away from you.

Chapter Text

There was no time to feel guilt.

There was no time to feel anything.

You were ushered without a thought. Running on autopilot, the disturbing sounds of a city thrown into chaos were drowned out with your focus elsewhere. Cate’s arm was looped into yours, the cloaked figure of Kylo walked in front of you without assistance or care. The deed was done, and the next step was approaching soon.

Pushed into a carrier, it wasn't until you felt the deep rumble of the ship coming to life that you finally came back to the present. Seated and strapped in, you glanced around you to see Cate at her place behind you. On her side, two guards of Ren stood like stone, waiting patiently. For what, you didn't know.

Voices spit out necessary actions for takeoff, with a confirmation greeting. A captain’s seat sat in the middle, with Kylo planted firmly. With each acknowledgment of action, he nodded. A shake, and you were off into the air and into the atmosphere.

“What’s happening now?” You turned to Cate. “Where are we going?”

You knew of your certain protection, but nothing else after. Had you left when the Colonel told you to, maybe you wouldn't have been labeled a possible enemy to the planet. Gone off quietly, you might have still been on Naboo. You showed yourself rather idiotically. With a hand out in offer, any chance of going home was thrown out the window.

Cate looked straight ahead blankly, ignoring your asking gaze.

“I said where are we going?” You asked. Ignored, you watched as Cate’s pupils flashed quickly to her side, towards the knights. Turning back in your chair, you realized. You sabotaged her mission, and any other advice or word could further deepen a possible and serious “demotion”.

Watching as Naboo faded away in the side windows, you were startled with Kylo's sudden announcement. “On our arrival, we are to ignite engines for light speed on route to Coruscant immediately.”

“This wasn't part of the plan.” You said aloud, shocked. “I didn’t agree to this part.”

“Then what was, councilwoman?” Kylo called to the reluctant voice. “Had you listened, we wouldn’t be taking the actions that we are now.”

“I wonder with whose help.” You spat back. The newly deceased governor was right. There was an argument wherever you went.

“The option to go back and drop you off is always open. But, I hope you realize that actions will have consequences.” He stated, almost tauntingly. “It would be a shame to see your head on a spike.”

“A favor was given for the good of the people.”

“They won’t see it that way.” He sneered, leather glove squeaking. “The truth is soon to come out. Where are you going to go when that does happen?”

It was best to shut up.

With many to witness, the assassination of a government official was without a doubt a high profiled crime to commit. To accompany the ill news, the revelation of a colleague and former head of state with her hand in his murder would surely send embarrassment to the planet. More harm was caused than good.

Maybe it was the smartest idea to escape.

You shut your eyes tightly as you the grim thought of Abie and Sara finding out. You lied to them both. Hatred was a driving factor, but not murder. You prayed that they could one day forgive you. It was probably going to take a long time to do.

You saw the faint reflection of the Finalizer bounce off the glass panels, indicating your destination was close.

“The Supreme Leader’s secondary vessel requesting permission to dock, copy.”

“Permission granted.” A modulated voice rang out. “Prepare to unload.”

The last First Order ship you had visited was nothing compared to this. The vast high ceilings towered over all, with as many small ships docked neatly into the walls. Officials ran amok, hurrying to finish a job or to clear the way. The ship jostled as it landed, causing you to tussle in your seat.

“Wow.” You whispered.

“I believe it is time to disembark, councilwoman.” You heard Kylo say, taking off his seatbelt. You did the same, standing up as gracefully as you could.

You felt the faint brush of Kylo’s cloak graze your leg. Standing next to you, but not fixated on you. His presence felt overpowering, like he had done this many times before. The adrenaline was still rushing in you, garnering you to shake and quiver slightly.

As the hatch opened, you saw two single file lines on either side of stormtroopers. They stood with their blasters in hands, looking straight ahead in respect. As you inched forward, you caught eye of a special trooper. Tall and donned in shining silver, this stormtrooper was like no other. A black cape hung over one shoulder, with a red line trimmed on its hem. With no eyes to look into, you could only imagine what kind of a being they were. Their air was grand, big shoes that were filed with fear and respect.

“Welcome back, sir.” They said to Kylo. Their feminine tone was evident in their voice, clear and orderly. You had no thoughts, except one. If they are a she, then that is one big woman.

Still in awe, you almost missed the silver commander’s next question. “Have we acquired the subject?”

“Affirmative, Captain.” Kylo replied, walking next to her.

“Hold on, subject?!” You called out, still two steps behind them. You tried to rush to Kylo, desperate for answers. Before you could reach him, gloved hands pulled you by your forearms and held you back. You glanced at them both, visors staring down menacingly at you. With Cate’s footsteps echoing off the ramp, the image of her strode in front of your person. Still blank.

“You are to be escorted onto the ship until we hit lightspeed.” Was all she said before turning and joining Kylo.

Your head dropped. All of this felt fake. Nothing of it felt real at all. Not even an hour ago, you were home. With a skip in your step about the future and being free of the thorn in your side, only to be replaced with another. Slowly and painfully, it was going to be hard to dig this one out.

A First Order vessel. Shooting out of the sector and into the inner Rim. The death of a political official and your life as you know it. All within a short amount of time. The time to process it began as you were escorted out of the hangar and into the ship itself.

You felt like you were hit with a ton of bricks.

The hallways bustled with every employee of the Order, rushing to unknown locations. The memo of lightspeed must’ve been ordered quickly. All of their heads were down as you passed them, averting their eyes from walking cloaks of darkness on either of your side.

You clasped your hands in front, careful to take note from those around you. You glanced up at the Knights, whose boots clanked almost like the Supreme Leader’s. There was emptiness to their step, like strictly programmed droids who were on the way to the next task.

“Are you both allowed to talk to me?” You asked, looking up at one of them. They continued in silence. “I see. Maybe a vow of silence.”

You felt the need to press further. It looked like a risky attempt to talk to monsters carrying you to your death. Risky, or maybe sad.

“Those weapons look menacing. Serious damage to anyone that crosses you.”

Silence.

“Good, I didn’t want to talk to you bucketheads anyways.” You muttered, rather disappointed from the one sided talk.

You heard the same leather squeak from them like you did with Kylo earlier. You looked down at one gripping his weapon rather tightly. You swallowed, yet taking another que. At least it relieved some of the stress you were carrying, saying that. Sad that they were in your path of insult, but then again, you would swiftly be met with a blade in your throat.

The tight hallway grew to a broader area, full with more First Order personnel. Stormtroopers guarded every corner, standing at full attention. The knights beelined you to two sets of blast doors, with people bustling about. Most walked in and out, in pairs or with a holopad in hand. When coming into their sight, there was another hush among them. But this time, there were slivers of notice. Gawked at wasn’t new to you, but the setting was.

The blast doors opened, revealing the bridge of the ship. Various stations were hard at work operating the ins and outs of the ship’s defense and operation. So focused, there was no acknowledgment of your presence. There was a quick conclusion that if they were looking anywhere besides their screen, they would be shot on sight.

Ahead of you were the giant windows out looking at Naboo. It felt like a screen, seeing your home from miles above the surface. Growing bigger as you were walked further in, you couldn't help but tear up just a little.

These conflicting feelings of justifying your dark deed for the good of the planet and your own wounded morals clashed against one another, fighting for the dominance of your stand. You had sickened you, the need to fill your own selfish gain. Moment of passion destroyed your life as you had known it. Now it was time to pay the consequences, but stubborn as you were, it was going to be hard to accept it.

“You are to wait here. Our Master will join shortly.” One Knight croaked, voice startling you out of your moment of sentiment.

They backed up some, keeping their distance. The blast doors opened again, this time the flamed hair general jaunting towards you. You flipped around, taking in a deep sigh. Bound to be on an official First Order ship, you had to at least expect to see him sooner or later.

“Ah, councilwoman.” He shot you a grim, wide smile. “We meet again, under some unfortunate circumstances.”

“Unfortunate, indeed.” You replied, gripping your hands tightly. “Where’s the Supreme Leader?”

“Oh come now, at least give me a chat.” He feigned disappointment mockingly. “After all, this is my setting, my domain. I am more than welcoming.”

“I’ve been told, or rather talked over, that we are to be out of this sector any minute now.” You said. “The Supreme Leader cannot possibly be holding out on an escape.”

“I wouldn’t call it an escape, councilwoman. However, we may just have a chance at some resolution to the chaos that put us here in the first place?” Hux raised his brows.

You tried to read his face to see if it had some truth. You silently hoped that you weren't being pushed into another set up. Peace with Naboo was what you so desperately strived for. It would calm your worried mind. If it meant that you could never return to maintain harmony, you would take it. But not without heartbreak.

“Then let us try.” Hux finished, turning his back to you as he continued with his recent assessment for departure. How acutely they all listened, hanging on to every quip and jeer he threw out in his words. Still able to take orders under such stress, unlike you did. “Annoying as this inconvenience is.”

“I did what I did for a reason. You would too if you were pushed so far.” You snarled back. “Would you have done it too?”

Hux glared at you, his face changing so slightly. Eyes softened, almost to sympathize. Human as you both were, maybe it did cross his mind of holding himself out from the rest. He glanced up. The doors opened and Kylo glided in. The scowl came back and so was the top general of the First Order.

“I give commands and follow orders.” He said. “I see no reason for such emotion.”

“It's a proper system for a machine to work. There's a purpose for it.” Kylo followed up, his helmet still on. “But we are not droids.”

“And you encouraged it.” You said to him, staring into his dark visor. “I'm not the only one at fault here.”

“Who said it was not the right thing?” You heard Kylo said lowly in his helmet. Moving closer to you, his voice was soft enough to not be picked up by the vocoder. “Put trust in that decision, (Y/n).”

Biting down on your lip, losing your focus on him.

“Put trust in me.”

A beep sounded off loudly on the bridge. “This is the Security Force of Naboo requesting urgent communication with your vessel.”

Breathing in deeply, you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Thumping loudly, rhythmically against your rib cage, you would rather your heart did some damage right now. Anything to avoid this, avoid your betrayal.

“Stay here. Leave communication to us.” Kylo said. “You will not move from your spot, unless I say otherwise.”

“I will not move from this spot unles you say otherwise.” Aghast at the loss of control of your body, your feet planted where they stayed. Frozen once more.

“Holograph transmission, sir. Permission to accept?” A controller asked from their position.

Permission granted.”

Kylo and Hux stood in front of the transmission circle, their fronts lighting up with the familiar blue light. You drew in your breath as you saw the Queen, standing solemnly with Abie at her side. The Queen conveyed a deep seriousness you knew deep inside her. Dormant, having been cast aside when the council had done it for her. It wasn’t the childlike display of fear that was present. No. It was the face of a proper monarch, ready to take on her new challenge for her people.

“Appearance is everything,” you told her. “They won’t just take your words into consideration.”

For a brief moment, the creeping anxiety of your situation disappeared. In its place, was pride. Just for a second. Abie, on the other hand. A different story. His anger seethed off of him, being well seen from almost everyone on the bridge.

“Your Majesty, to what we owe the pleasure of your company?” Hux said.

“There is none, General. I would like to be told of the reason for my urgent return to the palace, with my home in disarray and chaos. Our Governor slain and my councilwoman nowhere to be seen.” She proclaimed. “Even with our arms open to your presence in our desperate hour, we are repaid with nothing but hardship.”

“Although a controversial decision, your majesty, it was the right one.” Kylo began, taking over for Hux. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear the murderer tell his side of the story? “Let's face the clearer picture. Governor Sillin was a joke to Naboo. A laughing stock to the galaxy. So in fairness, the First Order did what was the preferable outcome.”

“Did this outcome happened to include the disappearance of Councilwoman (L/N)?” Queen Revisalla snapped back, her tone grew sharp. “Full control is what you strive for, then so be it. But I ask, no I demand that she be returned alive and unharmed.”

“I see.” Kylo replied, feigning a deep thought. “I’m afraid I cannot allow for the release of her into your hands.”

“And why?” Revisalla asked, the tension from her and Abie grew even more. “This is beyond ridiculous. To capture a government official and a former monarch is a serious crime.”

“That does not matter to us, as you can tell your majesty.” Hux cut in, clasping his hands behind his back. “We did ask for full allegiance in order for help from our forces. Young as you are, do try to take a smarter route and think of this as a small price for our assistance.”

How badly you wanted to break free of your place and take down Hux as well. You wouldn’t need a saber for this, only your bare hands.

“I understand your emotions, your majesty. “Kylo stepped forward. “There is a shared understanding when something dear is taken away from us. It becomes a driving force, our mindset. Sometimes for the better.”

You gazed at the queen. Her eyes glanced down, in deepful thought. It wounded deeply as you saw her face drift into each possibility and hard decision. Everything was spilling over. Whatever was to happen next was going to determine your place. Your life was on the line. And so were the million lives on the planet.

“I will not back down without a fight for this.” Revisalla spoke clearly. “We will bring her back, with your help or not. I will see to it that she is returned home alive.”

Your breath was knocked out of you. There was a vague idea on what kind of response that would be.

“So be it.” Kylo said.

“As you left us no choice your majesty, we must do what is necessary.” Hux proclaimed, turning to the rest of the bridge. “All personnel to their stations. Deploy the TIEs. Let's make sure the message is sent.”

“Yes, sir.” The voiced response was swift, echoing in your ears as the worst had to come. Still frozen to your spot, there was no way physically that you could try to stop this. But you were going to try. You heaved as you struggled to move. The fight response in you cried out to be released.

“Wait, no!” You screamed. Suddenly, as if to be let off a chain, you stumbled forward. Catching your step, you rushed to the hologram, panting. Revisalla took a sudden intake of breath, surprised. So did Abie. Shaking your head, you held up your hands. “You don’t want to do this. Please do not do this.”

“Halt the deployment of TIEs.” Hux commanded. Your adrenaline dropped in relief.

“Is your safety compromised, Lady (Y/n)?” The queen asked you. Abie’s appearance could’ve looked just like yours, relieved but shaken.

“No, I’m fine. I’m okay.” You breathed. “I beg your majesty to listen. One person to an entire people, it cannot happen.”

“Excellent point.” Hux mumbled.

You ignored his remark as you tried to find the right words. “I am not worth it. If this is where my path leads me, this is where I stay. I need you to understand that.”

Revisalla swallowed, her fingers slightly tugging on her long sleeve. Not only were you talking to her, but to your heartbroken friend as well. He looked down, so still you thought the hologram was frozen.

“I understand. Efforts in the future to retrieve your person will be permanently terminated.” Strong and loud, you felt the tug of loss. You were now officially a subject to the First Order.

You nodded.

“Before our communication is severed, there is something I need to ask of you.” Revisalla added. “There are words of your involvement in the death of the governor.”

You felt Kylo’s presence flair behind you. His air taunted you as the cold truth was about to be let loose in the open. This was a moment that he was waiting for, as if he was waiting for the downfall of your life.

“Is there truth to this?” She finally said.

You looked back at Kylo. As it pained you to say, this truly meant there was no way to return back to home. The tie would be forever severed. The planet would be safe. Abie and Sara would be safe. The queen will be safe. And maybe peace will find its way back to Naboo, with a brighter future for everyone. The one you so longed to see.

“Yes.” You replied firmly. “I killed Sillin.”

Abie’s shoulders fell in defeat. Revisalla nodded solemnly. The disappointment from both of them radiated strongly.“I-“

“There you have it, your majesty. Loud and clear.” You were cut off from Hux. “It is now time that we make our departure from the sector.”

“I bid you all farewell.” Revisalla’s tone was monotonous, professional. Just another goodbye to visiting “diplomats”. The hologram faded and you were left with the sight of Naboo once again.

Chapter Text

The jump to hyperspace was quick.

After immediately ending the holo message from the queen, Hux’s next orders were to quickly leave the sector. You stood still as all systems were lit, and the First Order vessel was transported.

Far, far, away.

“Councilwoman.” You heard behind you. Not wanting to turn around, you just turned your head slightly, trying to keep your mixed emotions in check. To see the masked creature that tricked you, would send you in a spiral and have yourself thrown into the cold arms of space.

The pang in your heart as you realize that you responded to that name. The name you had been for the last few years meant nothing now. With a hint of bruised pride, you responded.

“What?” No niceties this time.

“Follow me. We have much to talk about now.” Ren said, his helmet’s visor staring deep into your soul. What other choice did you have but to follow? As you trailed behind him, your eyes met Hux’s, whose smug expression pissed you off even more.

A pair of stormtroopers followed you out into the hallway behind Ren. You stared hard at his back, wondering if this was going to be it for you. You imagine it now, being given the honor of dying privately, after publicly humiliating yourself.

“May I ask where we are going?”

There was silence from Ren, his continued walk came to an elevator. As the doors opened, two First Order personnel gave a curt nod to him and walk briskly out. As he stepped in, he gestured for you to enter with him.

“Leave us.” He told the stormtroopers. The doors closed. And you were stuck in an elevator with the person you despised the most. Ren typed in a series of numbers as the lift came to life.

The gentle hum of the elevator filled the air as you focused so hard on what you were dealing with.

For a brief moment, you had the confidence to “understand” what you were doing, but it was all fake. How could you not see that you were just a piece to get the First Order one step ahead. The worst part about all of this was how you had no other place to turn to.

Naboo would not take you back. After the stunt you had pulled, it was going to be hard for the people to understand why you did what you did. Any other place in the galaxy was unfamiliar to you.

You were trapped.

“I know what you may be thinking right now.” You heard from Ren. His head turned towards you, hands grasped in front of him.

You purse your lips. “You’re going to kill me.” You muttered.

Expecting another quip, you embraced your shame before your death. But there was nothing from Ren, just a short hum. The doors opened once more. The elevator led to a smaller set of hallways, the walls not the standard gray like the rest of the ship.

Black and detailed, somehow it gave this part a homier feel.

A series of closed doors surrounded you as you both traveled to a door at the end of the hallway. Another set of code was put in. As the door slid open, Ren stood off to the side, extending his hand for you to enter.

You hesitated, looking at the darkness and back at him.

“You don’t have to worry.” He simply said, his monotonous tone holding no emotion. You stepped foot in the room, your eyes adjusting to the dark. The door closed behind you, warm lights automatically turning on as Ren walked to the center of the room

Circular, the ground made of soft jagged rock. The walls were the same, the ceiling and the giant panoramic view of space the only difference from the rest of the room.

“This is my meditation chamber.” Ren announced, the hiss of his helmet heard as he took it off. He placed it on a pedestal off to the side, where he slightly adjusted it onto the solid surface. “Where we are is a private set of quarters that I and a small series of staff have access to.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“It just happens to be where there are no prying eyes or ears. If you wish to say something, this is the place.” He advised. Ren put his hands behind his back, and waited for you to say something.

You still had your eye on the decor around you, the words trying to find their way out of your mouth. “How do I even start?” You mumbled.

Ren began to circle the room in slow strides. “Wherever is right. The floor is open to anything.”

“Anything.” You mumbled. “And you wouldn’t object?”

Ren stood silent.

There were no cameras to perform for. Big words were too much energy to waste on. And since you couldn’t find any words, you grabbed your heeled shoe and flung it straight at Ren’s direction.

“Fucking-!” You mumbled and snarled, feeling a spittle drop onto your chin. Ren swiped his hand, the shoe flying off to the side. Seeing that your attempted murder was not successful, you grabbed the other one and proceeded to try to do the same.

That other one hit the opposite wall, courtesy of Ren again.

“I said speak, not act.” He shot you a glare of annoyance.

“You fucking tricked me!” You screamed. “This wasn’t part of the plan, I’m not supposed to be here.”

“I didn’t trick you.” He tilted his head. “There just happened to be more obstacles in the way, but nonetheless, led us to here. And you helped tremendously, councilwoman.”

You gripped onto the side of your head, breathing heavily. “Don’t call me that!”

You weren’t a councilwoman anymore. You had no title, just yourself. Your name and the place you were born as your bit of baggage. Your loyal friends, your job, your people…

You were no one now.

“Then what else shall I call you?” He asked. “Prisoner doesn’t exactly have a nice ring to it.”

Your eyes widened. “Am I? Is that why I’m still here?”

Ren stiffened, and then relaxed. Oh no, he wasn’t going to tell you the grand plan of what was to come until the opportunity would dawn in front of you, mere seconds before you could see it coming.

“Now that I see it, it wasn’t an obstacle. It was…a wonderful opportunity.” Ren voiced.

You tried hard to decipher why he didn’t answer your question, but his settled statement was more baffling to comprehend.

“How is that a good thing?” You said softly, your brows furrowed. “Tell me, because I would really like to know how all of this is a good thing.”

He stepped closer to you, not minding at all your crazed appearance. Both of your shoes off, your hair a mess, and the mad look in your face. Glancing at his arms, you couldn’t help but remember how they felt against your shoulders as you “helped” ignite his lightsaber into a fearful Sillin. It was as if he was hugging you while you were hand in hand destroying the world around you.

You looked down at his hands. Those hands that wrapped around your shoulders in the most tender of ways, digits that trailed over your body in your dreams. That touched you…

The destruction of Naboo, how was it a good thing, come on, focus, you scolded yourself.

“You look too much into all the wrongs.” He said in an undertone, somehow sounding comforting, as if he was consoling a friend. His look of pity disgusted you as you wanted to push back this new sense of kindness. “See it this way. More vantage points through Naboo, more supplies and sustenance. A new council that’ll actually aid the Queen, as they should’ve done with you…”

“Its not going to see it that way. The governor is dead, and it’ll be out soon that it was one of their own.” You murmured. “The help is there, sure, but its just going to be seen as another invasion.”

You winced as you realized that it was another invasion, it was just not seen as one. The last time such a thing happened, there was a huge loss of life, one that Naboo could not forget.

It was well emphasized until just a few years ago, when the remembrance memorials were put off of the annual agendas by the Governor. That should have been a signal to the rest of Naboo that Sillin was not the peaceful, benevolent official that his campaign said he was.

“They better see it as assistance. A lot of work went into making it that way.” Ren huffed, turning his back to you and towards the large glass window. “You know there were so many routes we could have done. Death. Complete destruction.”

That was true. But in all truthfulness, you were that daft to realize why he didn’t command the First Order to raid Naboo. Its wasn't for the sake of protecting the people.

That first conversation you had both shared. The gentle words of persuasion as he validated everything you felt against those who really hurt you. The way he warped your mind, boosted your ego to fall through with a plan that you never should have been a part of.

But most of all, he showed you something that was unfamiliar with you.

It was a new sensation you could only glimpse at when you saw others in complete control of themselves. Only it was much more powerful, stronger than the initial feeling. And for a brief moment, you thirsted for it. To feel it again and to give yourself to such passion.

But you weren’t going to allow yourself to be so fooled again. Having been taken for an idiot, you had a burning question your mind had finally uncovered. Its what this all boiled down to, why you were still alive. And why you were being treated in a rather kind manner by the most dangerous man in the galaxy.

“You did this all for me.” You said, looking up at him. “Is that true?”

Ren’s body grew tense. He did not respond.

“Is that why I’m here?!” You said a little louder, a chuckle emitting from your mouth. The rush of figuring it all out was going to make you insane. “Oh, this makes so much sense. What made you want to save me?”

You strode over behind him, wanting to see his face. Maybe you could have him figured out.

“Was it because of our little conversation in the library? Because I have to admit, that was pretty nice. Oh! I know, it’s because I called you pretty, and that one little compliment is what saved my little planet. Well, if that's the case, maybe Hosnian Prime could’ve taken some notes-“

A choked shriek came from your throat as a hand wrapped around your throat, fingertips indenting on your skin. Ren peered down at you, his hair enveloping over his face. His eyes were dark, face slightly shaking from how hard he was holding himself. He hissed softly, breathing heavily as you awaited what he had to say about your babble about your revelation.

“You..” He began, swallowing, “do not have a single idea what the fuck you are talking about. You are unbelievably lucky that you are needed alive. If you want to die, say it. Say it and I will grant that wish.”

The need to survive was stronger than your pride. You shook your head vigorously, gasping for air. A burning pain was forming, becoming increasingly unbearable.

“Y-you’re right.” You said in a strained tone. Whatever was going to get you out of this situation, you were going to do. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Then we have come to an understanding.” His grip loosened on you, his hand traveling from your throat to your face. He pinched your face in between his fingers, his gaze softening as he studied your distressed expression.

You saw him as he went back and forth, like he was trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He let your face go with a short breath, and beelined for his helmet on the pedestal. As you dropped to the ground, you held onto your sore throat and took deep breaths, trying not to make your weakness known. You know that Ren would revel in that, regaining his control once more.

Immediately did you hear him place it on his head. He turned to look at you, his soulless visor covering for what you wanted to think was his embarrassment.

If you wanted to really die, you think that now would be the time. You did exactly what you sought to do, and this was the consequence. As you anticipated the click of his lightsaber, or the booming footsteps of doom, you were met with the echoing scrunch of leather gloves.

“I’ll have someone retrieve you soon to show you to your quarters. We still have some time until we reach Coruscant.”

With those parting words, the door opened and Ren disappeared.

The lights in Ren’s meditation room dimmed, and you were left with the sight of traveling through hyperspace, the blue light reflecting off of the ground.

You watched in a burning silence, now fully understanding just how many problems you have gotten yourself into.