Aria's POV
I still worry because capturing these fools was a little too easy for my liking. There was no fight. There was no struggle. Once they looked over and saw the red and black circular logo on the side of the ship, they suddenly bowed before me and surrendered as my prisoners. They even allowed me to chain them together and escort them into the hunk-a-junk and into a holding area.
I'm still not sure what the logo means and it really doesn't matter how I managed to bring these thugs in, all that matters is that I, Aria Grace, brought them in. I brought all three of them in on my own!
I was ripped from my boastful thoughts when the ship was brought to a sudden halt. Surely we're not back to base already? Granted, I didn't know anything about ships so I didn't know exactly how long it would take to get back, but surely it wasn't within minutes of just boarding. I also didn't know how to pilot the ship and it was still set to autopilot so I assumed that meant the ship returned back to where it came from, eventually.
But now I'm feeling that may not be the case at all.
Again, the side door fell open and I was held at gunpoint but this time by a pasty man in black and about two dozen stormtroopers.
I had only one question on my mind at this very moment: who's ship is this and will they please have mercy and let me go?
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masked
Fanfiction'masked' is a darker burning fanfic about everyone's favourite Star Wars villain, Kylo Ren. We love Kylo's rage fits and his bad boy rep, but we also love his funny, dorky, more laid back side. This book isn't going to only capture Adam Driver as Ky...
