Breeder ~ A Kylo Ren Fanfiction

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Ren dragged me down the hall, which was oddly dark, almost like the lights had been dimmed to give it the appearance of a more residential area, but I didn't have time to admire the decor, because then I was in a lift, shooting up several floors. The Commander never let go of my wrist, his grip almost painfully tight, but I didn't dare complain; I was getting what I wanted! I didn't allow myself to consider that this was a trap, not just because it wasn't productive at this point, but because he could already do whatever he wanted to me.

He stopped short at the final door at a hall, which was sealed shut like all the others on Starkiller. "This is it."

"What do you mean?"

Without responding, he tapped a code into a panel, not bothering to shield my eyes, and I tried to memorize it for some reason, but I lost track after the first four digits. He let me enter first, staying close behind. The room was grey with a decent-sized bed, metal shelving with non-descript, black clothing, no door in the entryway to a bathroom.

"Is this where you kept her?" I ask, feeling sick to my stomach. "Is this where you kept General Leia as your prisoner?" 

His eyebrows shot into his brow in shock and confusion, and I realized I'd never seen him look anything but angry, indifferent, and- briefly- aroused. "No, this is my room."

"Oh," I said bashfully. "Sorry, it's just very... sparse."

"Yeah, maybe I should get in a few embroidered pillows and some decorative paintings." This was certainly a joke, but I didn't react, my blunder dulling the energy provided to my body by my hopefulness, reminding me that all the same rules applied: if I pissed him off, he could seriously harm me. After a beat, he sighed and said, "I brought you here because this is the only place on the planet you can find anything about the Resistance."

"Why?"

"Because it's banned, obviously," he snapped.

"No, I meant, why do you have it if it's not allowed?"

He went to a drawer, opening without a key, but I suppose a lock wouldn't do much against a guard with a blaster- if anyone even dared try to violate Kylo Ren's privacy, that is. "I can do whatever I want," he muttered while his back was to me.

That didn't answer my question. Well, technically it did, but I really wanted to know why he wanted to have testimonies of the enemy, even if he could. 

"This is recent, we received word of it sometime this year."

He put a metal device in my hand. It was round and the size of a small rodent, surprisingly heavy. When I clearly didn't know what to do with it, he clicked a button on top, and it glowed bright green, a hologram appearing in front of me. The footage began in the middle of a sentence, but I caught on quickly.

"The First Order's aircraft's have been seen as far east Catoblac, terrorizing the citizens. This past week we've seen more casualties among our ranks than the previous four weeks put together, and yet the Republic does nothing. They wish to avoid war, but war is already upon us, especially our most vulnerable, and our enemies will only grow more powerful. We have intelligence that the First Order is building another Death Star, a weapon so powerful-" 

But the footage glitched and then cut out. "Where's the rest of it?" I asked, panicking; I'd been so close to something worthwhile.

"That's all our spies recovered." I looked up at him skeptically, but he didn't budge. "You don't have to believe me, I don't care, but maybe keep in mind that I'm the only reason you saw that at all." He had a point.

I sat on his bed absent-mindedly, folding my legs. So that was Leia Organa. In my father's stories, she was younger, but if his dad knew her before he moved to Maslot, so that would put her in her fifties now. She still had something regal and respectable in his face, eyes cold from years of battle.

"Is it true?" I asked. "Are you building another Death Star?"

"I don't know."

"You're lying."

"And what if I am? What are you going to do? Change political alliances?" He yanked me off his bed, dragging me to the door. "You wasted the gift, foolish girl, this changes nothing."

I ripped myself out of his grip, staring him down. "You're right, nothing I saw changed my mind, it just confirmed that you and the rest of the First Order are exactly the kinds of people I thought you were."