Entirely Different

Chapter Twenty Six : Going Home

Your flight back to StarKiller wasn't exactly how you'd arrived. Kylo had Trudgen and Ap'lek join him and yourself on the Command Shuttle, and honestly, you were grateful. Things were tense between you and Kylo after you left his quarters the night before. Had the two of you been flying back alone, it would have made for a torturous quiet time. However, Ap'lek was a welcome distraction of constant jokes, laughter, and endless funny faces when Trudgen's back was turned. You found out that the two were cousins, something you hadn't known before that day. There was a lot of blood family amongst the Knights of Ren. It only made you feel even more like an outsider.

Upon landing (marvelously smooth, you might add) you couldn't help but tense when you spotted a familiar coif of dirty blonde hair making its way to your ship among a flock of other engineers. Sevier. You busied yourself with Ap'lek, striding toward the cargo bay to grab your bags. Of course, the benevolent knight insisted to carry your bags and Trudgen had already slung his and Kylo's bags over his back before striding off the ship trailing his master. You looked around desperately for another half second, trying to find something, anything, to busy your hands.

Ap'lek had hung back, still in conversation with you, when Sevier and his team strode onto the ship. Head high, round green eyes scanning the interior walls before landing on you, he genuinely seemed surprised to see you there. Almost stunned, even his stride hesitated the smallest bit. You diverted your eyes quickly to Ap'lek who was finishing up the punchline of his joke before laughing and walking off without you. Leaving you alone with Sevier. Bastard. Reluctantly, you grabbed the command pad on the wall next to you to begin return report.

Sevier cleared his throat, your name falling into the air shortly after.

"I had no idea you piloted the Command Shuttle." He smiled.

There was no warmth there, though. Condescension and self-satisfied smugness, definitely. You knew him well enough to know exactly when he was sure of himself.

You sneered back at him.

"I'm the pilot." You said gruffly before rattling off the return report.

You'd given him no time to see it coming and you kept your comments quick and decisive as he ripped out his data pad to type the report notes. Once you had finished, you slid the command pad back into the slot on the wall and began making your way for the door, offering a half-hearted "Did you catch all that?" over your shoulder as you fled with faux confidence. You knew your escape was thwarted when you felt his hand circle your bicep and you spun, wild-eyed, to face him.

"Don't touch me, Sevier." You warned lowly.

His eye twitched, but he released you with a scowl over his pouty lips.

You had once known those lips so well.

"I thought we ended things amicably, Hux." He smirked, pleased to see he could still stop you dead in your tracks.

You exhaled, disbelieving his boldness. Your eyes darted behind you, assuring his team was still busy assessing the exterior of the craft, before turning back and glaring at him. Taking a large step into his personal space, you pointed a finger up at his smug face.

"Firstly," You seethed. "I go by my mother's name. Do not call me by his name on base. Got it?"

Unfortunately, he still saw you as a child; a little girl he'd seduced and verbally abused during your school days; he didn't have the good sense to realize you were a much more deadly threat these days. He underestimated you, smirking into your face, leaning down toward you until his breath washed over your face. Sickeningly sweet and minty, a familiar threat your body had learned to flinch away from. At least the whiskey no longer seemed present.