The Fallen Knight

Visions - Kylo

Kylo sat among several of the officers, including Captain Aleigha and General Hux, in the Strategy Room. The late afternoon meetings Hux scheduled were more than a nuisance, they ground against Kylos mind, making him want to tear his own hair out. He either had to listen to the monotone voices of the officers, or the infuriating meek of Hux. Neither of which he could stand for very long before contemplating mass murder. His only solace was this way the Order continued to remain under his control.

Snoke never once attended these meetings. He preferred to give his instructions to Kylo or Hux via hologram, trusting his loyal servants to see to what ever he demanded.

But Kylo was not Snoke, and he didn't trust Hux. 

So, he sat and listened to them drone on about progress with the new star killer base and the progress they were making on locating the resistance, all the while picturing what Hux would look like with a Wampa gnawing on his head.

There were several reports stating that the new Resistance base was located on Takodona. The planet was not under the control of the Order, choosing to remain in the neutral zone. Unfortunately, those rumors turned out to be just lies spread by patrons of the tavern. Or what was left of it.

Maz, Kylo thought to himself.

The old broad was an expert at aiding the resistance all while maintaining an excellent reputation amongst some of the worst criminals in the galaxy. Han Solo had been one of them.

The name took nearly all of Kylo's strength to even think let alone say aloud. Monster indeed. Kylo clenched his fists at the wave of emotions the thought of his late father brought on. The leather of his gloves straining against the sudden pressure and he wished more than anything he could hit something. But the Supreme Leader couldn't act so recklessly over childish emotions.

There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't miss Han and all of his crazy stories. Kylo knew that ultimately there was no forgiveness for a man who killed his own father.

As he sat and listened he let his mind wandered to Rey. How did she even meet his father, let alone join the resistance? He knew she was from that wasteland. Niima Outpost was known for its scumbags, almost as well known as Mos Eisley. But Rey couldn't have met Han there, could she?

As he thought of her he felt the Force beginning to tremble around him.

Kriff.

Now was not the time for this. If she appeared now there would be a riot and he may not be able to keep himself from protecting her.

The Force continued to move and swirl, the sound in his ears was deafening, he felt his stomach drop.

She was there suddenly. His eyes widened and he felt his heart leap into his throat.

She didn't seem to notice the bond had sparked again as she wrapped a towel securely around herself. She must have just stepped out of the refresher.

Kylo couldn't peel his eyes away. He was vaguely aware of the officers continuing to speak. But the sound was muted and his attention was certainly not on them.

She still didn't turn. Her hands had moved from the towel to her hair. As her fingers worked through the damp tangles, he felt his body react, betraying him.

Had he not been seated he would have needed a data pad, or anything really, to hide the growing erection in his pants.

"My Lord, are you alright?" Captain Aleigha's voice floated into his mind and he cleared his throat and looked away from Rey to the captain.