Yes, Commander

Meet Me

*CW smutty chapter :) *

After that second day of pillaging, interrogating, and slaughtering, the First Order made their way back onto their respective ships to head back home to Ilum. They had been unsuccessful in finding any Rebels in the only inhabited places on this planet – considering Ren had killed the only two of them for threatening you. Gene slipped her hair tie from her short, black bob, letting it rest by her jaw as she walked beside you.

"I need a damn massage," Gene grumbled, kneading her fingers into her tense shoulders.

"Me too," you responded with a sigh, shaking out your limbs, "who knew this kind of assistant work would be taxing on my legs."

The pair of you laughed, making your way onto the bridge of the command ship. You had to keep your conversations light, or you would absolutely lose your mind thinking about all the loss and damage you had inherently inflicted upon hundreds of innocents. You and Gene moved through the bridge, chatting about nothing of substance. You felt a dull burning prodding at the back of your head. You tried to ignore it, but it got overwhelming. You turned, Gene still yapping away. On the other side of the bridge, by the commands, stood Ren – exuding an alluring darkness. You were hypnotised, your eyes fixated on the still, cloaked, faceless figure. You heard someone saying your name.

"Hello? Sweetheart? Are you with me?" Gene spoke, waving her hand in front of your staring eyes.

You shook yourself out of your trance. "Sorry. I must be tired... I've got the stares or something."

Gene raised an eyebrow, her eyes piercingly blue and painfully knowing. She followed your gaze to Ren, giving him a weak wave as he continued to watch. Gene looked at your tired, absent eyes.

"What the hell is he doing to you?" Gene whispered, nearing closer to you.

"Nothing... the Force just kicked my ass last night," you sighed, blinking tiredly, and missing the Starkiller base for the first time ever.

"I'm not Force sensitive," Gene started, "and even I can sense the tension between you two. You're not telling me something."

You could hear the insinuation twisted in with her words. You looked up, colour returning to your cheeks. You tried to hide your smile, but you couldn't. I'm listening. Don't say anything. His voice echoed through your mind, a ghost of what may have been spoken.

"Time will tell I guess..."

"Is this about that promotion rumour? Everyone loves talking about you on this mission. I suppose if it wasn't you, it would've been Hux."

You sighed. "Gods... look I don't even know how that started. I haven't heard a thing about a promotion."

A soft bell and a red light above the entrance of the bridge told the crew the engines were turning on momentarily. Gene said it must be time for her to go and set off on her way to do her duties. You moved to the seat you took before the ship took off from the Starkiller base – your past self would hardly believe what has happened in the past two weeks. You prepared yourself for another jarring lift-off.

A week of tumbling through space – so quickly yet so damn slowly – had finally brought the colour back to your cheeks. The Finalizer had pulled into the abyss after a quick fuel stop in Ketaris, the indication it was just over halfway through the trip home. Your step was unusually perky today. Even you didn't know what brought on this pep. You supposed it was the fact you were nearly home.

"We've finally finished our inventory on the troopers left since the storm on Janesden," Phasma announced, matching your quick steps as you moved through the hallway.