Breeder ~ A Kylo Ren Fanfiction

7

The 'afternoon activities' were just all of us sitting in a room with two stormtroopers watching over us and some First Order propaganda playing on a massive screen. It seemed mostly tailored towards the importance of Breeders and the training of the children that had been born through the program. 

"Is this what we do every day?" I asked Anika.

"Most days. Sometimes we'll have a special event: haircuts, preparation for a fancy dinner with the diplomats, cleaning the Baraks..." She gave me a wink. "Executions." Before I could ask if he was joking, she added, "It gets dull real quick."

"Do we watch the same thing every day?"

"They have about a dozen or so different videos, but they're all pretty much the same. More incentive to get knocked up fast."

And with that nauseating thought, the video was finished, and we were led back to our sleeping quarters.

"What else are we doing today?" I asked Vera when we got to our bunk.

"Well, we'll rest until dinner, then after dinner, someone will make a speech about our analytics, where our forces are headed, how many resistance armies have been conquered, what planets and systems are supporting our cause, that kind of thing. And then we go to bed."

I just nodded and followed her cue, climbing into my bed. But laying there was like being covered in fleas. I was itching to do something productive: clean, cook, work, whatever, just so this day wasn't all about that session with Ren. But the real fear was not just about this day, but all the days that would follow this one. Sex on a metal slab, bland food, propaganda, sleep, repeat. I would go crazy in a week, even with a friend like Anika. I wondered if there was more to do when you were pregnant. They'd probably cater to my every whim once I was carrying their precious baby soldiers. 

After what felt like hours and hours of lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, someone pounded on our door and told us it was time for dinner. 

"Thank you," I whispered to whoever was behind that door, scampering down to the floor.

Anika sidled up next to me on our walk to the dining hall, a bit of a bounce in her step. "I know you're probably in the midst of hating it here, but I'm glad I finally have a friend who isn't a cunt, a liar, or a whore."

"Thanks."

"Are you okay?"

"Just sort of bored. I can't imagine doing this every day, for years." 

I must've looked like I was on the verge of freaking out because she put a hand on my shoulder, applying a comforting amount of pressure. "Don't worry kid, it'll be okay."

"No touching, Anika." Lynx passed us on the left, her grin terrifying.

The blonde removed her hand from me but made a rude gesture at her receding figure. "She's a cunt, a liar, and a whore. But seriously Astrid, things get better. I hated everything about Starkiller Base when I first got here, but now there are things I actually... enjoy some aspects of it."

"Like what?"

"Well, it's all about finding the fun in what you have. You learn little things you can do. Like messing with droids or the other Breeders, make friends with people who count, figure out which stormtroopers will sneak you contraband." We sat down at the end of the table at dinner, everyone else already there. "And if I were you, I'd try to make the most of your partner. I'd kill to have sex with a guy who doesn't have a stomach the size of the Death Star."

"Which one's yours?" I asked, nodding towards the leadership table.

"The fattest one there, with big red cheeks and short hair, ugly as anything."

He was easy to spot, closer to the end of the table. "I thought the First Order valued, you know, speed and strength."

"Not in a Cheif Diplomat," Anika said, around bites of food. "He's the one who gets the governments of other planets to turn to the dark side."

My heart nearly stopped at her words. "The dark side?" I whispered.

"C'mon Astrid, don't go weak on me now," she said. "Of course the First Order fights for the dark, they're the Empire reincarnate, and their goal is to destroy the Republic, that's who they are. I thought it was obvious."

It should have been, and maybe I'd already known, but it was still painful to hear out loud. Maslot was a poor, marshy planet, with everyone struggling to make ends meet. I was a kid when they made a deal to give almost all of our young boys to them, to be trained as stormtroopers. As hard as I tried, I couldn't remember anyone saying anything against the Order. Even my father who was the most righteous and fair man I knew, never said a word against them. And what else could they be, a society that steals children to turn into soldiers and women into baby machines, but another Empire?