kingdom come undone | Kylo Ren x Reader

part three | chapter one

part three.

Not for the first time in your life, you wake in an unfamiliar place.

For a moment, you almost forget you'd left the Resistance over a month ago, that'd you'd been laying low, traveling to various planets and taking odd jobs as they came up. No, for a moment you thought you were on Starkiller and everything that had happened since your escape from the Finalizer had been one long and very thorough dream. But the room you woke up in looked nothing like what you had been in before and there was no way your mind could have created everything that happened in the past year.

But that meant that you had been captured again. That despite your best efforts, you had not laid low and instead you had caught someone's attention.

Head throbbing, you push yourself into a seated position and take stock of your surroundings. Unlike last time, you were not in an interrogation chamber but instead a small room (cell was perhaps the better word.) It was utilitarian with the only "furnishings" being the barren slate you woke up on and a toilet in the corner. The harsh light stung your eyes and the familiar thrumming that only accompanies being on a large ship echoed through your bones.

Looking down at yourself revealed that you were still in your own clothes, though they felt a bit stale. Further examination revealed no external injuries except for a few bruises. But the large bump on the side of your head throbbed every few seconds or so and you longed to see your reflection. You rub your temple, wincing at how tender your flesh was. Every muscle in your body ached, but you're not sure if it was due to sleeping on a metal slab or whatever had occurred when you'd been taken hostage.

A noise. Outside your cell, you could just faintly hear someone coming towards the door.

Standing from the "bed" you'd been lying on, your knees buckle from under you. Hissing in pain, you crawl to the door, practically scrambling across the floor in your haste to look through the grate in the middle of the door as it hissed opened.

The grate slid to the side, revealing an all too familiar white uniform on the other side. Swallowing the bile that threatened to emerge from your stomach you began to speak, words tumbling out of your mouth in desperation for answers.

"Hey! Why am I here, what's going on?" You didn't dare mention Kylo in case he- stars forbid- was the reason you were here. If you just played dumb (not so much playing right now) maybe you could figure out how to survive without incriminating yourself. "Please, I-I don't know anything-"

The Stormtrooper did nothing, only pushing a tray of food through the grate before pushing a button for it to close. The white uniform was gone, replaced with sleek metal.

You sit back on your heels, your mind slowly catching up with your actions as you move to grab the tray. You weren't hungry but didn't know when you ate last. Looking down at the tray, you almost cry.

A fucking bowl of fucking mush.

"Shit!" You practically scream, resisting the urge to throw the bowl across the room. You didn't want to sit with congealed food rotting in your cell with no way to escape it. Instead you push it away from you, collapsing fully against the blast door, which was horribly firm against your back.

How did this happen?

And more importantly: why?

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Rey was quiet as she piloted the small ship through space. You knew that she could put it on auto-pilot with ease but something told you that she wanted the challenge. The distraction. Besides that, it wasn't her ship of choice. The Millenium Falcon was too recognizable for use in unofficial Resistance business. It was already risky for Rey to do this and the last thing you wanted was for her to suffer for your decisions.