INT. STAR DESTROYER FINALIZER - VISITOR'S QUARTERS - DAY
Leia looks longingly out at the stars through the floor-to-ceiling transparisteel wall of her luxurious V.I.P. suite. A Tie Fighter patrol flies past. She turns away and resigns herself to an oversized sofa. She sits and casually reaches under the sofa. A compartment slides open and she removes an eight-inch vibroknife. The door unlocks, and Kylo enters in full battle gear. She stands and hides the weapon on herself with a dispassionate cool. Kylo pushes up his mask.
KYLO: (sarcastically) Mother.
Leia shocked at her son's scarred face, steps up to him and caresses his cheek.
LEIA: Look what they've done to you.
KYLO: Spare me the concerned mother act. Han was a much better liar than you.
LEIA: Oh, not this again.
KYLO: You're a princess and the Minister of State for the New Republic, and he was an outlaw and a womanizer.
LEIA: No, you're wrong. He loved me. Han would never do that. You don't know him like I do.
KYLO: You lie to yourself, but none of that matters now that he's dead.
Leia slaps him and immediately regrets it. Kylo gives a little smile of self-satisfaction.
LEIA: Ben, stop this and come home.
KYLO: I'm sure you'd like that. I must be a terrible embarrassment to you and your Resistance. If you really wanted to make a difference, you'd join me.
LEIA: What?
KYLO: Your presence can influence entire worlds. We'll unify the galaxy and usher in a new era of peace and order.
LEIA: Under the boot of the First Order.
KYLO: How can you defend the New Republic when you, a founder, abandoned them? The New Republic is nothing more than an elitist assembly of selfish children. When I put an end to all of that, where will you be? Will you be here shaping the future, or will you be a forgotten relic of an insignificant faction?
She turns away from him.
LEIA: I didn't want to believe it, but you are truly blind.
Anger swells in Kylo's face. He grabs her.
KYLO: It is you who lack vision, rolling in filth, scurrying from one hole to the next, like womp rats. Your bumbling anarchists are no match for the strength that comes from order and discipline and respect.
Leia pulls the knife and brings it to Kylo's neck. A small nick drips down the blade.
LEIA: I found it in my suite. Perhaps it was an oversight, but how can that be from an organization that prides itself on order and discipline?
Kylo smiles. He twists the knife from her grip.
KYLO: We are more alike than you think. Join me and we'll rule the galaxy as mother and son.
LEIA: I will never join you.
KYLO: Too bad. We would have made a formidable team, but if it's suffering that drives you here, then you will suffer beyond imagination.
He cups his hands behind her head and stares deep into her eyes. Leia squirms uncomfortably.
LEIA: No, Ben, stop.
Her agitation builds to real pain, but Kylo seems to enjoy it even though he sheds a tear. Leia struggles to get away.
LEIA: No! Stop it!
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Star Wars: The Last Jedi
FanfictionA war orphan with supernatural powers convinces a disgraced Jedi Master to teach her the ways of The Force, but when she learns his dark secret and is tempted by the Dark Side, she must decide for herself which path to follow.
