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

Hux

Chirna was a strategic mess.

Of course, it was all Kylo Ren's fault. At least, that's what everyone in the Supreme Council believed. They couldn't know that it'd been Hux that'd taken that damned doctor from him and they also didn't know that that damned doctor was the reason behind Kylo's even more frequent outbursts of anger and the civilians that had been massacred in turn.

If only Weih wouldn't have been so close to Chirna, then they could have put a lid on it and no one would have ever known. Or cared. But the two planets were close, their ruling families and companies related and in contact with each other.

In retrospect, Hux should not have done what he did, but to be fair, he hadn't known that a miniscule doctor would end up having mystified force powers and had been Kylo Ren's secret apprentice for months. For someone as dense as Kylo Ren, he'd really managed to keep that hidden well. Hux had to commend him for it. He'd tricked him.

Hux had thought that she was nothing more than his bed warmer and because he was enamoured, he had simply made her a Knight of Ren. A sort of 'fancy gift' from the Supreme Leader to his whore. Kylo had never been endeared by any woman before, not even by the Jedi, when he'd still seen a chance to convert her. This one was different and, again, Hux had debated using her against Kylo again until...until that damned woman had cooled down the conference room to freezing temperatures without effort.

Only then, had he believed that she actually had force powers and they weren't even weak. All of his contacts that he'd relied on to tell him about the mystics that Hux did not understand or had a particular interest in, had still insisted that she didn't have any powers. Then they'd been confused and then he'd had sent them to small outposts they'd rot away for the rest of their miserable lives in.

Hux saw the way the two of them looked at each other, even with their ridiculous helmets on. He heard how her voice got higher pitched, even through the voice modulator, and he watched how Kylo's hand, when he guided MD-2442 into a certain direction, had wandered from between her shoulder blades all the way down to the small of her back. It lingered there, a gentle touch, gloved fingers curling around her waist, drawing her closer, even if it was just a few millimetres.

None of the other members of the Supreme Council had noticed. They saw her as the tool that Pryde had seen her as initially: a convenient way for them to manipulate Kylo Ren. They'd underestimated MD-2442 and her never-ending loyalty to the Supreme Leader. She wasn't so easily fooled and again and again, with their breaths condensing in the air and chicken skin on their arms, she'd shown them that she did not enjoy them talking ill of him.

They'd learned. Slower than Hux had, who long kept himself out of discussions on whether or not the force and the Supreme Leader's position on the dark side was important to the First Order. He did not care. Kylo Ren was not fit to be in the position he held and whether or not he had black or white magic, really did not matter. Kylo Ren needed to be gone. Disappear, and Pryde with it. Only then could Hux retake his position.

For a few moments, Hux had debated trying to turn Kylo Ren into a loving family father with the First Order completely out of his mind, but he wasn't disillusioned enough to believe that that would be a possibility. No, he'd had a much better idea. Kylo Ren would keep failing until eventually the entirety of the First Order would have enough of him and they'd get rid of him altogether. For even a mystical force user was weak to the vacuum of space tearing the eyes out of his skull.

And, as much as Hux hated to see himself betray the very thing he worked for, he needed the Resistance's help. Especially the wannabe Jedi's. Who'd win or lose didn't matter to him now, because all Hux wanted was to see Ren fail.

Second to that came the doctor herself. A tool, yes, but she was so much like Ren that hurting her meant just as much as Ren himself.

It wasn't easy to hurt her. Physically, he'd have had a chance. She was tall, yes, well trained, too, but she was still a woman and even if it didn't look like it from the outside, Hux sported an athletic and well-maintained body. Now that she had force powers, he wasn't so sure anymore. He'd yet to see her throw anything through the air and from how she kept herself at a distance in battles, he assumed that her current powers were limited to dropping temperatures, which was only useful to a degree.

Hux was confident he'd find out and he wasn't in a rush. He had time. With Kylo's outbursts managed by the new Knight, his working environment had become far less dangerous and easier to calculate. He could watch and plan from a distance, just how he had done it with the 'spies' that Kylo had almost killed an officer earlier this morning for. Yes, they were Resistance spies, but he'd only put them where they had been to hide his personal involvement and now, as he was watching Vornskr pick up the already bloody scalpel to start her work on the second of the three, they'd even handed him the perfect ammunition.

He watched the scene unfold for a few more minutes, then sent the login data to the video feed to his contact within the Resistance. What they'd do with it was up to them, but he'd used it to establish trust. And once he had that, once he had a private audience with one of the higher ups, he'd tell them of Vornskr's identity. Tell them that she'd killed her own little brother to join the Knights. The comfortable mask, she was hiding behind, would mean nothing once it was her face that was plastered all over the streets and not the one of her dead brother.

And then he'd pick up the scraps and turn it into something greater.