kingdom come undone | Kylo Ren x Reader

part one | chapter two

"We're going to escort you to the hangar to be taken from here to Starkiller Base. It's just the two of us taking you down, but don't think you can try to get away from us- we have orders to incapacitate you if needed." Two Stormtroopers were standing in your cell, one explaining while the other worked on releasing you from your bonds. You nodded in response, unsure of what you were supposed to say. It wasn't like you had a choice- Kylo Ren said you were moving, therefore you were moving.

Before you could leave, they handed you a set of new clothes to replace the clothes that you'd been wearing since you were captured. It was odd how they'd allowed you to clean yourself but not provide clean clothes, but you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't be glad to never see those garments again. It was humiliating to clean yourself only to crawl right back into the same filthy clothes you'd been wearing day in and day out.

Now that you think about it, perhaps that's why they did it.

Your new outfit was all black, the clothes made of a stretchy, breathable fabric and the boots rising to your mid-calf. One of the Stormtroopers- who you suspected had grown to tolerate your presence over your two week stay, if her unhostile demeanor was anything to go by- explained that your outfit was the same thing they wore when not in their armor.

Giving her a small smile and nod in response, you quickly changed and threw your old clothes into the laundry bag they'd provided. You doubted that they'd actually clean them and throw them into the incinerator instead. After taking the bag away from you, the one Stormtrooper stepped closer, grabbing your hands and restraining them. You glanced down at the cuffs, discreetly tugging on them to test their strength. There was barely any give, not that you had really expected anything different.

Shuffling down the many corridors of the Finalizer, ignoring the Stormtroopers to your sides, you tried to soak in as much useful information as you could. Any information you could figure out would be helpful to the Resistance, and focusing on your distant, fairly improbable future made it a lot easier to not focus on the near, very real future that was looming over your head.

Even so, you reached the hangar too soon for your liking. To the others, it was nothing more than an average day as TIE fighters dispatched and arrived, filling the space with the cacophony of engines starting and shutting off in addition to the chatter of workers and droids. To you, however, the sudden sensory overload was like a ton of bricks hitting you in the face. Being shut out from everything but the smallest amount of light and sound for just enough time and then thrust into the busy atmosphere of the hangar with no opportunity to gradually adjust to your surroundings was jarring, to say the least.

The two Stormtroopers hurried you across the sleek black floor and you were content to watch the reflections of your three bodies moving instead of taking in the enormity of the docking bay. Maybe the girl in your reflection would have better luck and actually be able to think of a way to outsmart everyone and escape. But you couldn't.

You continued watching until you were unable, as the floor of the hangar quickly changed to the ramp leading into the transport.

Being strapped into your seat on the transport was a quick, but annoying, affair. After, feeling like a small child who couldn't be trusted to not somehow eject themselves into space (which is what you were, at least in the eyes of the First Order), you sat glumly, counting the seconds until you left.

And once you left, you counted the seconds until you landed.

And once you landed, you counted the seconds until you were in your new cell.

Your new cell which ended up being, much as Kylo Ren had stated, an actual room. It was a significant improvement from the cell you had previously been kept in on the Finalizer. For one, you had an actual bed. While certainly not luxurious, the sight of something more comfortable than the odd contraption you had been strapped into made your shoulders sag in relief.