Salvation

Chapter 11

Kylo held on to Rey tightly as he walked up the bridge to the ship. As he climbed up, his injuries throbbed and as light as Rey was in his arms, it was a painful struggle.

Once on the ship and level ground, he shifted Rey to be more balanced, and proceeded to the far end of the shift where a small chair with restraints awaited. He paused, and then turned to where he would be sitting. Across from his seat was a two seater where Hux had been before. He moved over and laid her gently across, bending in her legs so she fit comfortably. She was small enough to be able for her whole body to lay on it.

He staggered toward the front awaiting an irritable Hux storming up the catwalk.

"You have no right-" he started.

"We came here for one reason and it is done. There is no other business needed." Kylo said firmly.

"The supreme leader will be made aware-"

"That the first part of what he asked is done!" Kylos voice started raising. He took a threatening step forward. Even without his mask, he had a way of coming off terrifying to others. He kept a cold look in his eye. His jaw was clenched. Hux, seeing him slowly approaching closer took a cowardly step back.

"That is the end of discussion. General." He spoke lowly.

Hux nodded, face twisted in a snarl.

As Kylo turned his back he added "Find another seat."

A medbay stretcher was ordered for Rey once they landed back on starkiller base. Rey had drifted in and our of unconsciousness while on the way back but never fully woke up. Kylo was worried he may have slammed her head too hard.

They had prepared a stretcher for Kylo too but he declined. He placed Rey on the stretcher and watched as she was strapped in. The medical team rushed her to the medbay and he followed.

The orders given were to keep Rey sedated. Work on her injuries. But never cease the medication that would keep her asleep. If Kylo had used forced sleep on her He knew eventually it would wear off being a powerful force user herself, even though she lacked the training she needed.

Kylo was seen by a medical droid and had his chest stitched up. His face was treated with some bacta gel and was told to rest. However that wasn't something he could simply do 

He headed back to his quarters and went to his bathroom to use the fresher. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw for the first time the scar that was jaggered across the right side of his face. Starting from his eyebrow and moved downward toward his jaw. It was raised and burned into his freckled skin. He touched it lightly remembering the look she gave him once he was on the ground.

She would have killed me...

He saw the rage inside her. She had breathed heavily as she circled him, nearly proud of herself for taking him down. He felt her emotions shaking but what had stood out was more than fear. She would have been afraid if what she would become had she made the kill.

Hux had intervened by shooting her. Kylo had screamed for him to stop but it was too late. He wanted her to make the strike. Had she done so he would have and was prepared to stop her. But he needed her to feel a strength and a raw emotion...a passion. It would have been much easier to convince her to fall into the dark side.

But that was fine. He had other plans in mind. First he had to speak to Snoke and hope that he will be open to his ideas. If all was well, than he could get to work.

He waited in the conference room for the hologram to appear. He had worked for hours to keep his feelings in the back burner and cover it with more determination to work with Rey for Snokes order. He felt at ease that it may work.