To Tend Our Wounds: PART II OF 'TO CURSE THE DARKNESS' (Kylo/OC)

Generations

"You have got to be kidding me!" Leia ranted. "I specifically told him not to go down there! I knew something like this would happen!"

"He'll be alright, General." Kaydel Ko Konnix assured her boss. "They've already patched him up, he just had a bump on the head where Ren hit him with the butt end of the blaster."

"What about my son?" Leia asked.

"Still passed out the last I heard," Konnix assured her. "They said they'll escort him back to his cell once he's awake."

"Poe is damned lucky Kylo didn't kill him, because he could have," Leia observed.

"Yes," Konnix agreed, "and what I'm wondering is, why didn't he? I mean, if Poe came at me in my cell and I managed to get his blaster away from him, I would have," Konnix replied.

"I'm just glad the guards had cooler heads," Leia said thankfully, "they only stunned my son. This could have turned into a disaster."

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Ryelle paced the floor of her cell, waiting for something to happen. It seemed like hours went by where she didn't know if Kylo was alive or dead, and if he was dead, how soon it would be until they came to execute her as well.

Finally, she sat, thinking about her father, about the First Order, about the things she had done and had failed to do with her life. He was right - she had accomplished so little in her twenty-eight years. Yes, she had no children, but after Kylo's experience with his mother and the experience she'd had with her own mother, she didn't know if she wanted any.

She then considered her career, but could she say anything she'd done to date with the First Order was of any value to anybody? Given the way things had gone on this mission, she couldn't point to anything in her time with the First Order as having been fulfilling to her or meaningful to the galaxy.

So where did that leave her? Locked up in a cell, waiting to be executed. The only thing giving her any solace was the memory of the passion of Kylo's kiss as he had fucked her in a way that made her feel like a woman for the first time in her life, and she lay back with her eyes closed, reliving the feeling of him being inside of her body and dominating her soul...

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There was a noise at Ryelle's door.

A coldness coursed through her veins, the dread and fear of death gripping her as she backed against the wall, prepared to fight against the Resistance with every fiber of her being until her last dying breath.

The door slid open to reveal Kylo, sweaty and breathing hard.

"Let's go!" he waved to her.

She didn't stop to ask what or why or how. She only remembered he'd said he had a plan, and she assumed this was it.

Ryelle struggled to keep up as the two of them barreled down hallways until Kylo stopped hard and took a left turn into a landing bay.

"Keep up!" he shouted back to her, and she reached deep down and pulled everything she could out of her muscles, sprinting between ships until Kylo found one and clambered up the ladder, reaching down for her and hauling her up so hard and so fast, she was afraid her arm would be pulled from its socket.

But she didn't care, and neither did he. They would risk life and limb to escape the Resistance, and as they slipped into their positions in the two-seater ship and Kylo engaged the canopy, they began hearing klaxons blaring which threatened them with just such a challenge.

"Strap in, we may have to blast our way out," he warned her over his shoulder as she sat back-to-back with him in the Y-Wing fighter. He engaged the ship's engines as he prepared for take-off.