All the Way 2.0 (Kylo Ren x Reader) - New and improved

Desert

The fight against the resistance had been going on for days. The First Order had carpet bombed the bland, desert surface of the planet, eliminating groups of rebellious natives and collapsing tunnel entrances. The large net of caves and ravines beneath the stone desert served them as hideouts and provided great ways to set traps for their enemies.

Unfortunately for said natives, they were opposing the greatest military force in the galaxy and all the plans they had so cleverly tried to put into action had already been anticipated before they had even started. Now, they had retreated deep into their tunnels, no longer attacking, only defending and all the First Order did had left to do was send wave after wave of freshly trained Storm Troopers into the tunnels to kill of the remaining rebels.

Truth be told: a planet like Eks didn't warrant any strategist countering the Resistance's plans. The rebellion was fresh, without any outside support and the planet sparsely populated in the first place. Even more so, if populated at all, after the First Order's rampage would be over. To ensure a victory, all they would have had to do was send more troops and while suffocating an opposing army was a totally valid and successful strategy tested many times, it was cheaper to employ a few strategists to eliminate potential threats beforehand.

There was also something about General Hux and stormtroopers being dear to his heart. However, those were only rumours you had picked up. The First Order was very much a company living in the belief that all those that got hit during a fight were a failure with no reason or right to live. You didn't quite agree. You were a medic, a doctor. Someone who'd sworn an oath to protect life. Or something. You'd always taken that oath very lightly, crossing your fingers while saying it, because if you'd really want to honour it to its fullest, you'd have to refrain from swatting flies and mosquitoes. The stormtroopers on the battlefield were very much deserving of life but to the First Order they were just the same as insects until they had proven their worth.

It also meant that none of the stormtroopers on Eks were the reason you had been sent here. Your colleagues and you had been deployed to aid the many non-combat units that were on Eks. They included officers, engineers and various other experts with only a handful of them having first hand combat experience. They were vital to the First Order's cause and you were responsible for making sure they survived long enough to do their respective jobs, if they or their personal guard had gotten wounded.

It wasn't an easy job but you loved it – no, you lived for it. Being on the battlefield, the blaster shots flying over your head, patching up wounds, cauterizing them and stopping the bleeding put you in a sort of meditative state. In those moments nothing but your task mattered and all those thoughts that had previously been swarming in your head were silent. It was similar to when you'd first learned how to shoot with a rifle. The wait for the perfect moment to shoot and patching up people was very similar: the only thing that existed to you then was either the target or the wound. Nothing else.

The First Order had provided you with the exact job you had envisioned upon joining. Not many of your fellow graduates had chosen to work for them, percentage, not numbers wise. The pay was fantastic and the number of free days generous, making the benefits overall outweigh the negatives of cruising through the entire galaxy, often not knowing where you'd end up in a few weeks' time. That's what everyone else from your class that had also joined the First Order upon graduating had said. To you, however, those had only been to sweeten the deal. It had always been a dream of yours to join, working for and with the First Order. You still weren't entirely certain as to why. Perhaps the black and white uniforms were making you feel safe, given they had liberated your planet from raiders. Perhaps it was simply related to the power that came with being part of such a great, uniformed organisation. Whatever it was, it didn't matter much. The only thing that did was that they were as glad that you were part of their organisation as you were glad to be part of them.