kingdom come undone | Kylo Ren x Reader

part one | chapter one

In writing, the mission was a simple one.

Sneak into the outpost. Obtain the plans for the First Order's new weapon. Get out.

But as you sat on your team's transport, quickly approaching the planet where the First Order outpost was located, you couldn't help but think of every single way this mission would go wrong. The uncertainties were building up in your mind, causing the tangled ball of anxiety that had been rolling around in your thoughts to grow. You figure if you unraveled the ball, the only thing at the center would be fear of catastrophic failure. Every other worry you had about the mission was inherently related to that fear of failing, of being a disappointment to the Resistance.

Of everyone they could have chosen for this mission, it was assigned to you and four others, meaning you'd obviously proved yourself in some way. It was incredibly risky, and the amount of trust the Resistance must have had in you was nothing to shake your head at. It was confirmation that you had shown yourself to be better than just barely escaping being blaster fodder. If you managed to succeed at this, you were going to be considered important, someone who deserved to go on more risky missions. You would rise through the ranks, and one day you would be General Organa's right hand and-

Okay. Maybe that was pushing it a bit too far.

It was far easier to imagine the few possibilities that the mission would somehow be a success, seeing as there was really only one way for the mission to go right. But the list of negative outcomes started playing in your mind again before you could attempt to distract yourself: the plans don't exist; the outpost doesn't exist; the plans exist but they aren't at this outpost, which would ruin any future attempt to find them; the informant was actually leading you to a trap... So on and so forth.

To lead your mind away from the daunting list of anxieties, you repeated the three tasks in your head.

Sneak into the outpost. Obtain the plans for the First Order's new weapon. Get out.

Due to your standing, you were kept on a strictly need-to-know basis. You didn't know what the weapon was, or what it was rumored to do. You didn't know who told the Resistance about it. All you knew were the steps.

Sneak into the outpost. Obtain the plans for the First Order's new weapon. Get out.

"Almost there. Get ready." The leader of your temporary unit for the mission, Ada, called out from her place in the pilot's seat. Next to her was the man who would be on standby in the transport, waiting for your team's return. Your heart skipped a beat, your nerves taking over again. Hands shaking, you quickly checked your supplies, ensuring you had everything to get out of the outpost alive. Blaster, datapad, knife, goggles, various other bits and bobs. Once you finished, you hurriedly closed the rucksack and slung it over your back, fastening the blaster into its holster and slipping the knife into your jacket's inner pocket.

There was no turning back now.

"Ready?" Ada asked. You secured your hat onto your head, making sure your hair was out of your face. The team nodded, not willing to say anything aloud. She stiffly returned the nod, before moving through the group to dismount. "Alright. Go time."

Sneak into the outpost. Obtain the plans for the First Order's new weapon. Get out.

The ground was soft under your boots. It seemed that the dirt had been disturbed recently. Animals tittered and chirped around you, and you frowned at the thought of this beautiful land being used to house the First Order. The world around you was lush and gorgeous, but none of you were able to fully appreciate it. Everyone on your team was thinking the same thing: Is today the day I die?