Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

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Should you have thought this out?

Probably.

Did you ever?

No.

You stared at the long line of fugitives that you had just let out. From Twi'Leks to humanoids, all the prisoners were waiting for you to tell them your plan of escape, when in reality you didn't have one. You did know, however, that when you didn't report to the ante-aviation room that Kylo would know something was strange. He'd come looking for you eventually.

You took a breath and tried to figure out a way to stall before having to come up with a play. You looked at the stormtrooper that you had left unconscious and you immediately thought of it, even though you didn't like the fact of putting on an official First Order uniform.

The plastic-type uniform was actually extremely light, and it surprised you. It was easy to move around in, but after you had slipped on all the armor all that remained was the helmet.

You missed your Fett helmet. You didn't know what had happened to it but you imagined it was destroyed along with the rest of your gadgets. So, removing the white helmet to reveal a girl who couldn't be over the age of sixteen was almost heartbreaking. You knew of the Child-Kidnapping act in which innocent children would be stripped from their homes and brainwashed until they knew only one thing.

To follow orders. To kill.

In some ways she looked much like yourself. She shared your same hair style and color, and her facial features were much like your own. You placed the stormtrooper helmet on and expected a green grid to appear over your eyes but this was of course not your usual helmet so it didn't happen.

You left the girl, and turned to everybody else, holding the blaster like you saw the stormtroopers hold it, across your torso.

"Alright listen up." You got all their attention. "You laser-brains have been in here for too long. You've been slaves to the First Order for too long!" You said, slightly too loud even though a few prisoners nodded in approval.

"So what's your plan?" A man asked, stepping out from his shadowy corner and yelling a bit too loud. "Miss fugitive assassinator"

"You don't know what I do" you replied, slightly offended at his snobbish comment. "But I am busting you all of of here."

"So you've repeated three times." He said, stepping into the light to reveal a scarred face. He had long and raggety brown hair that stretched to his upper back. He squinted his eyes like he'd never seen light before. "What's your plan"

"Maybe you should let me talk. And I'll explain." You raised your eyebrows through the helmet and he just scoffed.

"You don't have a plan. You got us out to make some allies"

"You wanna take over? Be my guest. You'll get us all killed."

"Right." He began, stepping into the centre where you had moved away so he could take the spotlight. "You, you, and you" he made three fingers and pointed to three individuals. "You guys are gonna be our distraction. You go right out these doors" he pointed to a long hallway to your left that you didn't recall leading to anywhere "and you shoot anything that moves. Everybody's gonna go and try and stop you, so stay strong."

"Nice try, buddy. They don't have guns." You smiled to yourself, and he just snapped his head towards you with a coy smile. "Those of us that have been here for more than a week know that there are three troopers at every door." He said, proving a point and looking back to the rest of the prisoners, which in reality was only four more. "The rest of us are getting ships."