Ashes to Ashes | A Kylo Ren Story

22. Cat and Mouse.

Between Kylo's attempts at educating you in between training and your nagging questions directed at the far more patient knights you were just beginning to understand the layout of the galaxy. 

Life on Tatooine had stunted your growth but inversely encouraged your hyperactive mind, your curiosity was heightened to a painful extent, and now, it was all you could do to not harass your fellow passengers on the cargo shuttle with questions of your journey's route and schedule. 

Hosinian prime was recently retired as home to the galactic senate, with that role being shifted onto the shoulders of Naboo, but it was still a political hotspot, with the old grand debate rooms instead holding lectures for the young minds of the galaxies brightest. 

So with great difficulty you kept your hooded head down, shoulders hunched inwards in your cramped seat, hoping to attract as little attention as possible. You cast your thoughts from Hosinian prime, instead wondering how you were to find the information you sought. 

Which was what exactly? What had Mora truly wanted you to know? 

Regardless of that 'minor' hole in your plan, you knew your current course of action, find the evasive "Regal Ugan". What a name, "Regal" really? How did his parents expect him to live up to that one?

You hoped you could use that nifty force trick again, but something told you it wasn't the most reliable of skills, considering you hadn't even meant to do it the first time. 

You had once lied your way into a traveling brass band, bragging how you could confidently play the trumpet, if it weren't for your strained tonsils. 

Your slob of an owner had caught you as just as you were hopping on the wagon out of there. 

You hadn't cry, you couldn't remember the last time you had, it was a waste of precious water into the sandy winds of that desert planet.

The shuttle jolted as it docked, you blinked in surprise your head lifting as you braced against the seat in-front. 

a pair of golden eyes locked with yours, a girl with a similarly cloaked form to yours was sat across the room. Her dark skin was radiant even in the dim lighting, and her hair hung in long locs down her front. 

The two of you shared a look, perhaps each recognising the look in each others eyes.

You were both running, you saw the same bleak determination in her as was currently coursing through your veins.

It felt like a constant adrenaline high, never knowing how far Kylo was behind you, constantly anticipating the worst.

You lost sight of the girl as people began to stand, heading towards the exit. You let your cloak further engulf you, before stepping out into the fresh air.

Like most planets of considerable size, Hosinian Prime was sure to have a varying climate across its different territories, unlike the two stars that heated Tatooine evenly to scorching heights, the single sun lighting up the blue sky above you meant that whilst it was a balmy summer day now, snow would like grace these streets later in the cycle.

Snow. You could barely imagine it, could scarcely hope to experience it.

You were beginning to overheat even as you took your first steps of the shuttle and towards the city centre, but taking it off wasn't an option, your silvery blonde hair would practically act as a homing beacon to any first order officials lurking about.

You fell into line with the crowd moving into the jungle of tall buildings, a mixture of classical and modern designs stretching up as far as the eye could see, but froze when you spotted troopers up ahead, halting travellers, you observed as you slowed your pace, they were pulling aside only the females, scanning them before shoving them back into the line.