mandalore martyr | mando x poe

21

"Wake up, scum." Poe recognized the filtered voice of a stormtrooper. He assumed it was talking to him as he painstakingly cracked his eyes open.

He knew an imperial interrogation room when he saw one. They were practically a second home to him at this point.

The pilot huffed in pain, moving his aching jaw around. Guessing that a snide remark would only add further injury to his bruised body, he decidedly kept his mouth shut. Instead, he turned to look at his left shoulder, finding the blaster wound was still there and as disgusting looking as ever.

The hiss of the metal doors caused Poe's eyes to look up through his lashes groggily to find Kylo Ren entering the room.

"This looks familiar." The man murmured, stepping closer towards the pilot.

"I think last time we were just down the hall." Poe bit out, not giving the man the satisfaction of looking him in the eyes. He instead focused on the doors just behind him.

There was a moment of silence that filled the room. Poe found himself fighting to not pass out again, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open seconds later.

"The only difference is you were apprehended wearing this." Kylo tossed a beskar pauldron adorning the mudhorn insignia to the floor. It clanged loudly, the sound piercing Poe's ears.

The pilot eyed the armor longingly. He felt nearly naked without it. Exposed to the unforgiving and cruel circumstances he was being subjected to.

"Were you not invited to the wedding?" Poe asked tiredly, blinking slowly as he looked up at the man to meet his eyes defiantly.

Kylo's hand balled into a fist, raised slightly as if he were debating on hitting the pilot.

"You know very well that the options of your outcome are limited." Ren explained, clasping his hands together. "Either tell me of the possible threats Mandalore poses or I'll look for the information myself."

Poe narrowed his eyes while raising a brow. "I'm a trophy husband." He explained with a laugh.

A sharp pain shot across his jaw, his head whipping to the side aggressively. He turned to face the man again, a grimace quickly replacing his smile.

"Tell me what you know." Ren ordered, his voice emotionless.

Poe's tongue darted across his lips decisively before he spat a mouthful of blood at the man's feet.
"Fuck you," He glared, leaning his head back to feign nonchalance.

Kylo Ren chuckled, though it sounded mechanical, disconnected from everything else. It was unsettling. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart.

"Your loyalty is misplaced." He mused, a smile heard in his voice. "An expandable pilot keeping secrets for a king."

The man raised his hand, a thumb swiping across Poe's swollen lip. He pulled away, analyzing the blood adorning his glove before cleaning it on the pilot's shirt.

"You're pathetic." Kylo spoke in an eerily soft and gentle tone before moving to leave the room.

Poe quickly blinked away the burning feeling enveloping his eyes. A tear escaped, rolling traitorously down his cheek. The pilot felt as pathetic as what Kylo Ren claimed him to be, urgently rubbing the tear against his shoulder.

-

The three days afterward were a blur of hunger and slight pain. He guessed Kylo was preoccupied with learning whatever Luke was so against teaching. It left him with no bouts of fear for oncoming torture. He would merely drink the small portion of water they gave him everyday before sleeping on the unforgiving floor of his cell.

Drink, sleep, repeat.

And though it had only been a few days, or what he assumed was a few days, the repetition felt like hell.

Ren had returned that day, walking into the cell as a trooper kicked Poe awake.

"My mission was successful." Kylo boasted, looking down at the dejected pilot. Poe didn't try to move to his feet, staying cuffed on the floor.

"And now," The man took a small step toward Poe, a hint of amusement in his deep voice. "We can pick up where we left off."

Poe looked up from where he had been staring blankly at the floor. "I told you, I don't know anything."

Though he couldn't see Kylo's face, the mask felt as if it were piercing through him. He raised his hand, outstretched in warning toward Poe.

"The marriage wasn't out of love if you can imagine." The pilot muttered, looking off to the side. His head snapped forward as Ren used the force, making Poe glare up at the man.

"Fine," Kylo spat out, moving forward with heavy clunks against the metal ground. He grabbed at the back of Poe's head with one hand, violently ripping him upward to sit on his knees. His other hand moved to hover over his forehead.

Poe stared into the dark mask defiantly, willing himself not scream out in pain. He had been through this before, it would be fine.

It seemed that his quiet demeanor convinced Ren to be a little less gentle.

A scream found it's way out of his throat, ripping through the air around them. Before he shut his eyes, he noticed a trooper nearly drop their rifle out of shock. Maybe they were someone like Finn, he had mused before another bout of pain and nausea ran through him.

Kylo moved his hand away, though he kept the other firmly at the base of his neck. It was only thing keeping Poe from collapsing further to the ground out of exhaustion.

"You hold little information," Ren stated, lowering his head to look Poe in the face. "You aren't at all important to him, are you?"

Poe didn't speak, tears pricking his eyes, his throat tight as he swallowed.

Kylo Ren let out a small breath of laughter through his nose before pushing at his hold on the pilot's neck, causing Poe to topple to his side. The force of his shoulder hitting the floor, caused him to hiss out on pain.

"Don't execute, we'll find another use for him." He ordered to one of the troopers at the door before leaving without a second glance at the sorry excuse for a Resistance member.