The Fallen Knight

Brothers -Kylo

The shuttle moved slowly forward as Kylo stared out the window; his conversation with Rey replaying in his mind. He would have done it. Had she asked him to end the bond he would have killed her. If only to spare her the pain of losing him, of losing her soul.
They were both alone, yet the bond was drawing them closer and closer. He knew it was only a matter of time before one of them caved in and surrendered to it. He prayed it would be her. He knew his feelings, buried deep down beneath his anger, were anything but angry. He wanted her, needed her at his side. But he couldn't walk away from the First Order. He would be executed, or chased across the galaxy forever. That was a life he would never subject her to. If she came to him, they could lead the First Order into a new era.

But now was not the time for dreams. He was finally off that blasted ship and away from Hux. That man was up to something. Kylo could sense it; there was a secret the ginger was keeping. He knew that it probably involved some form of mutiny. Hux wasn't above that level of stupidity. Kylo knew when his new order was put into place, when all the killing stopped, Hux would have nothing left, and that was dangerous. The man would need to be kept on a short leash, though ideally, he would disappear all-together.

The shuttle continued on and Kylo continued to stare as the familiar planet came into view. Endor was no longer the beautiful green planet he remembered from his childhood. The First order had all but destroyed it to make way for their weapon.

Another Star Killer Base.

Peace did not come easily, but the use of another planet-destroying machine seemed a tad bit overzealous, but Snoke has already approved it and the credits had been spent. Kylo was not above using fear to maintain his long-desired peace, but that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. The First Order had tried to rule with an iron fist and so far, that had proved to be nothing but a miserable failure.

These massive military empires always ruled with violence and power; it was no wonder opposition always sprung up. He wasn't going to make the same mistakes. The galaxy needed a new order; less bloodshed. Planets should be allowed to govern themselves, to come to an agreement unanimously instead of arguing and fighting for power. They needed democracy, and above all else they needed a ruler. Someone who's word and law was final. One who ruled fairly, with compassion. Fighting all these years had taught him many things; it showed him that ruling by fear got you nowhere. If anything, it took one farther from their goals. With the Knights at his side there would be no one to oppose him. He could rule with compassion and justice, something the First Order surely lacked, just as the Galactic Empire had before them.

Once the shuttle landed, he made his way to Central Command. The base was teeming with people and he felt his anxiety rise. Being surrounded by so many people was something he had hated even as a child.

Every single time his mother took him on one of her blasted diplomatic missions, he begged her to allow him to stay in the Falcon or in whatever hotel they were staying in. His mother never allowed it; she wanted him to learn what it meant to be a senator; she wanted him to be more dignified.

"Ben one day you will be fighting for a cause you believe in. You will need these skills."

All he wanted to do at that age was fly. He wanted to be a pilot like his father, wanted to explore the galaxy, not sit with snobby diplomats listening to them decide the fate of galaxy.

"On day kid, you'll be the best pilot in the galaxy."

Han always made his adventures with Chewie sound so thrilling. From smuggling contraband for the Hutts to completing the Kessel run in 12 parsecs, all of Han's tales were filled with adventure and glory. It was those stories that Kylo clung to as a child whenever his father was away.