Burn (Kyloxreader)

Negotiations and Persuasion.

Over the next few months after I was summoned, I had travelled the galaxy from corner to corner, hunting down the helmet of Vader. 

Eventually, after multiple run ins with various crime organizations, killing a few people, almost killing others, trading, and alternative violent methods of persuasion, I had retrieved the damned thing. It was quite the ordeal.

 I ended up finding the banged up melted thing the possession of a drug dealer in Coruscant. He didn't even know it was the remains of the famed Vader, and when I told him, he wanted me to pay a pretty penny for it. I was not about to do that. I had spent all my patience, resources and skills to track it down. I was counting on this mission to be successful. It had to go right or I would end up like Vader, dead. So later that night, I broke into his home, force choked him until he said I could have it, and went on my merry way, back to my home planet with the hunk of history in my bag. Dorian would be pleased.

A week later, I arrived back home, and I immediately went to the office. I kicked his door open, singing, holding the helmet up in the air.

His eyes went wide. "You found it... how? How do you not know it is fake?" He asked in awe. 

" Since I'm force sensitive, I can feel his signature and the energy coming off of it. He held so much hatred." I smiled, wrapping the relic in some black cloth. 

"Good good. I forgot to mention that your record will be wiped clean of any crimes and what not. In addition, since you have proven yourself more than worthy, you will be in Commander Ren's personal service.  This ensues you taking up residence wherever he is stationed. You will aid him in missions, but also in smaller things like retrieving papers, and protecting him when necessary."

I nodded my head.

"Oh and on the note of jobs, I believe you have a license as a funeral director and preparing the dead? Am I correct?" Dorian grinned

"Uh, yes. But I'm not sure if it's still valid. I remember everything, trust me, but I haven't gone in to renew it yet..." I replied.

"We can give you the test right now." 

"Why?"

"Some of the ships are in need of a properly licensed person to do the job. There are some stormtroopers who still have family. The team there does not have the authorization to dispose of bodies." Dorian looked at his papers.

"How am I supposed to balance that job along with being Ren's personal mercenary? Am I going to be paid?" I asked.

"There will be days where he is not in need of your skills. Those days will be used to disposing and contacting families. And yes, you will be paid. Quite a lot I must add." Dorian replied.

I sighed. This was a bit much to take in. Dorian seemed to sense my stress.  "I'm sure you will manage, y/n. You're a very resourceful woman." Rolling my eyes, I was handed the test and I sat down in the next room.

After I finished, my test was sent to the board. I passed and I had a valid license again.

I re-entered Dorian's office. "Alright, I passed. What now?"

"Pack your bags, get yourself together. You're leaving tomorrow. You will be transported to the Finalizer to meet the Commander, give him the helmet, and to get settled." Dorian looked at me.

As I was exiting, he called out to me. "Y/n! Make sure to be careful up there, Ren is not so forgiving. Also wear your "professional" attire". 

I nodded and headed back to my place with the helmet.