Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 1

[[AN: Hello all you beautiful readers! In my opinion, no one can have too many Kylo fanfictions. So enjoy another one about a girl who's basically all of us, and a Kylo Ren who is chaotic, closed off, and desperate to be loved. Just how we like him ;) Happy reading! ]]

Kylo Ren

Anger courses through my veins. Revenge keeps my heart pounding. Don't they know who they're dealing with?! My lightsaber feels heavy at my belt. My fingers itch to close around the metal hilt- my only outlet for the rush of fury that swirls in my body.

I look out the viewport of the command shuttle as the gray planet disappears. Stormtrooper transports follow, each filled with poorly equipped soldiers. They could not have been prepared for such an attack, and yet the anger remains. They handled themselves with poor dignity. They showed fear in front of their commander.

I lose control of my impulses. Without thought, the cockpit becomes encased in a red glow, the crackling of a broken kyber crystal drowning out the gasps and yelps of the crew. My frustration surges down my arm and out through the lightsaber in my hand. The empty chair before me gets slashed in half with one aggressive swipe of my weapon.

The hissing and crackling remain after my lightsaber is sheathed, and the broken chair in front of me continues to smolder. I suck in a breath and find my chest loosened with relief. But I know it won't last long.

I adjust my stance, widen my feet and expand my shoulders. "Set course for the Finalizer."

A foreign Disappointment washes over me from a great distance away. I know. You don't have to say it. I try not to think too hard, but the words come unbidden. And I know he felt my defiance, for the disappointment transforms into anger. Either way, I need to get back quickly and head to the chamber.

I spend the ride listening to the small flight crew trying desperately not to cough in the aftermath of my anger. My helmet filters any impure air that I breathe, and by the time the command shuttle docks in the Finalizer bay, my chest is tight with frustration again.

My stomps echo through the corridors, and my cloak swishes around corners, as I plow my way through the crew of the ship. Their fear only adds to the chaos that surrounds my mind. But, no, I must focus. I must present my best self. Especially after this minor failure. With slow, even breaths that match my footsteps, I let the darkness surround my mind and body. Anger. Revenge. Red heat.

The guards of the chamber stand aside as I stomp through. Faint red lights line the edges of the vast space, and a pale glow at the far end of the chamber illuminates the pathway to the dais before the invisible throne. I stride with purpose, letting my mind consume itself with dark power. I am Kylo Ren. I have always been, and will always be Kylo Ren.

I come to a halt at the dais, and bring my gloved hands up to the sides of my helmet. A hiss and click later, my helmet disengages, and I reveal my face in wait. My helmet is my safety, but for my master, I cannot hide regardless.

The giant projection flickers into view, forcing my gaze up so high that my neck strains for a second. Then I lower my gaze and dip my head back down, my hair brushing my cheeks.

"Master." My voice echoes through the chamber.

"Hm."

I look up at his big scarred head through my lashes, waiting expectantly for his wrath. But my mind remains clear. My own.

"Young apprentice," Snoke says with an echoey disdained tone.

I say nothing. Less is more in this chamber.