Lost - A Reylo Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Kylo POV

As soon as the Force Bond ends, I grip my lightsaber tighter and start slashing rapidly at the practice droids I set up earlier. The scavenger, wearing the gown of royalty, had seen me at my weakest and my worst and thinks she can get away from the First Order? Does she really think Ben Solo will return? I'll prove her wrong. The First Order will hunt the Resistance down and we will burn it.

"Supreme Leader," Hux spits out the words like venom. I didn't hear him come in over the havoc I was causing, but now that he's here I could get him to start the hunt for the rebels. "Although your enthusiasm might be useful in actual combat, I would prefer if you didn't destroy the practice droids we use for the stormtroopers," he continued.

"Prepare your troops. It's time we end the Resistance once and for all," I demand. There's no need for us to search the galaxy for the small band of rebels. What's left of the Resistance is simply a fraction of the power we have, and I already know where they are, thanks to the scavenger girl.

"But Supreme Leader we don't even know-" 

"They're on Ahch-To. I know the way." I won't let them get away again. Not this time. I will burn it all down, snuff them all out until not a single one remains. Not even Leia. It's time to bring order to the galaxy.

I turn my lightsaber off and storm towards the controls of the ship. "How may we help, Supreme Leader Ren?" a small voice asks, afraid. I give them the commands, tell them which direction to go and then we're at lightspeed. 

"Where exactly are we going Ren?" the metallic voice of Phasma asks from behind me. That rustbucket got her ass kicked by the traitor and yet shows lack of respect. I turn around, fists clenched, and immediately her posture straightens. I smirk at the fear I manage to put into the hearts of these people.

"We're going to destroy the small band of rebels who call themselves the Resistance,"

"With so many trooops? Supreme Leader, there are only a small number of those rebel scums left."

"And yet we let them get away on Crait," I reply, "They may be in small numbers but they have Rey, and if  she herself is powerful enough to kill Snoke, what do you think she could do to us?"

As Phasma walks away, a wave of guilt washes over me. Snoke is dead because of me, and yet the First Order is hunting for Rey, who was merely a victim of his torture just like I was. And then the guilt is gone, replaced with a heart of stone and a storm of conflict brewing deep within.