General Armitage Hux
shrieking, trying in vain to scrape congealing pink paint from his collar This is unacceptable! I am a General of the First Order, not a plaything for a feral gutter rat!
Commander Lorth Mitaka
trembling, clutching a datapad to his chest General, please, sir, I-I strongly advise against—the Supreme Leader's directive specifically states that—
General Armitage Hux
Silence, Mitaka! turns sharply, stalking toward the detention block cell That wretch has destroyed three of my dress uniforms. She rewired the targeting system to play carnival music. She—
The cell was a sterile white box, illuminated by cold blue overheads. A single cot bolted to the wall. A hygiene unit in the corner. And there, lounging against the durasteel wall with her legs crossed, was the prisoner—Y/n.
She was tossing a spare bolt idly from hand to hand, a mocking grin curling at her lips.
General Armitage Hux
drawing his blaster, voice climbing an octave I will personally slide you into a trash compactor and engage the cycle. Slowly.
Commander Lorth Mitaka
Sir, I really, really think we should—
???
voice low, distorted by a modulator, echoing down the corridor Drop the weapon, Hux.
A shadow fell over them both. Massive. Brooding. Blocking the entire hallway.
Kylo Ren loomed behind Hux, his broad frame completely eclipsing the lights. His gloved hand lifted, fingers curling—
Hux's blaster ripped from his grip with a violent screech of twisting metal, crushed into a jagged ball of scrap midair.
Kylo Ren
voice a low growl, stepping closer, forcing Hux backward with sheer physical presence She is under my exclusive jurisdiction.
General Armitage Hux
Ren, this is my ship—your jurisdiction does not extend to allowing a prisoner to sabotage—
Kylo Ren
voice dropping to a dangerous whisper Get. Out.
The blast doors hissed shut behind them. The lock cycled. Sealed.
Silence.
Kylo stood motionless for a long moment. Then his gloved hands rose, unlatched the heavy magnetic seals at his collar. The helmet came off with a pressurized hiss.
Beneath it: thick, messy black hair tumbling past his ears. A jagged silver scar cutting across his pale face from brow to jaw. His dark brown eyes—normally cold, cruel—found hers.
They softened. His breath caught.
Kylo Ren
taking a slow step forward, voice rough, almost tender Did he scare you?
his gaze roamed her face, pathetic and hungry I can reassign him. The Outer Rim. The Unknown Regions. Anything you want...
He stepped closer again, towering over her, his voice dropping to a ragged, desperate whisper.
Just stay safe. With me.