Burn (Kyloxreader)

Hired

I was summoned to a First Order office in my town. "Uh-oh" I thought. After I got ready, I went to the office. Walking past the guards, I waved my hand. I was a regular here, constantly getting in trouble for my occupation, but the residing officer here was fond of me, which kept me out of deep punishment. I knocked on the door to his office. "Enter!" he roared.

I kicked the door open,  sitting myself down in the chair. "What do you want, Dorian? I haven't done anything for once." I asked, putting my feet up on the desk. "Ah, y/n, the thing is, you're not in trouble. The First order is in need of your...services..." he sighed, pushing my legs off of his papers. I almost fell out of my chair, but I used the force to keep myself steady. "What?" I raised my eyebrows.

 "One of the higher ups wants you to find the remains of Darth Vader's helmet." Dorian replied. "What do I get out of it? And how high up is this higher up?" I asked.

"You are rewarded a job as a mercenary and special agent within the first order, along with protection. Now, your clientele is a bit harsh... he is short-tempered. If you fail this mission, there is a good chance he might kill you."

"Dorian, who is my client?" I asked sheepishly, fearing the worst. I only heard of a certain man in the galaxy who would do that and had the reputation of a short temper.

"Commander Kylo Ren"

Dammit.