Chance

Something Called Principle

I'll probably have to fix this a little because it's a bit messy, but I'm trying not to keep y'all waiting so here we are. ✨

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Kylo was right. There was no 'not training' with him.

Well, there was, but it would result in a flying baton knocking you to the floor. Or getting pummeled by one of his minions.

It'd been over three weeks since you'd been hauled onto this ship. Over three weeks since you'd crossed with Commander Ren and had avery thing you'd once known flipped upside down.

No, scratch that. Flipped upside down, turned inside out, cut into a million pieces, and glued back together.

You'd rather lose a toe than admit to the Big Bad Guy that you weren't hating the whole training thing as much as you thought. In fact, you kinda liked how much stronger and how much quicker you'd become over the past few weeks.

But despite enjoying your improved skill, you still hated it here. And you hated the masked monster just as much—if not more.

You begrudgingly went to training each day since it wasn't really an option, and then you'd begrudgingly return to your room afterwards. Then spend hours staring at the wall and wishing that Kylo Ren would vanish into thin air.

It wasn't a life. It wasn't freedom.

A knock came at your door, just like it did almost every day at the same time, reminding you of your mandatory trip to your personal hell.

It was always one of the helmeted morons. Smart not to send a Stormtrooper as an escort anymkre. Not that you were an expert with your new ability—the Force-sensitivity or whatever it was Ren called it—but you would mostly likely be able to handle one those laserbrains now that you'd learned how to make shit fly and snatch weapons out of someone's grip from across the room.

Again, a nice effect of training, but not nice enough to make it worth it.

You opened the door and were met with the usual masked, black-clad man. Except it wasn't one of the usuals.

"What are you doing here?"

Ren readjusted his gloves, flexing his fingers. "Your preliminary training is over."

"Great, then I'm going back to bed."

He took a step forward, blocking the threshold and keeping you from closing the blast door. "Not so fast. You're coming with me."

"But we're done," you protested. "You just said that."

"I told you at the beginning that after your preliminary training, you would need to make your decision," he said. "That's what you're doing today."

Ren turned around, gestured for you to follow, and began walking without more of an explanation.

Kylo led you on a similar path to the one you'd take to the training room, down hallways and past corridors you'd become familiar with. Too familiar with.

"The Supreme Leader is going to ask if you will pledge your loyalty to the Order, and continue being my apprentice," Kylo said. "You will tell him-"