Chain Reaction

Chapter 2 - Rogue

Paige

Her ears were hot from anger and disappointment from what had happened. She thought of bringing her fist to the wall, but didn't, knowing the First Order already had enough damages to fix due to Kylo Ren, she wasn't about to throw a tantrum like him. No, she was better. So here she was, in her shower room, her head leaning on the wall in front of her, her arms folded against her chest, warm water spraying her from above.

She'd believed showers were taken to clear one's head, but this one only made her focus on that failure of an interrogation she had done and made her angry at herself.

Why didn't I just probe his mind

I'm an idiot

Turning her back against the wall, she sighed, letting the water droplets slide down her body. Directly below her chest was a peculiar scar. A few inches below her left breast stood out a scar shaped like a large gunshot wound. She didn't remember how she got it. And when she tried to remember, the pain started. A sharp pang at the back of her head, it went away when she'd give up trying to remember. So she never did. Sighing, she reached out at the panel on the wall and turned the shower off.

She took a towel and dried herself off while walking towards her bed, after putting on the clothes she'd prepared, she crashed on the bed. Taking a deep breath, she remembered the pilot's words.

"I mean, our entire universe is fucked up, but even the First Order can't breathe life!"

She sighed.

Poe Dameron

What kind of name was that anyway. Was she going to believe something from a guy named Poe Dameron? She turned to her side and closed her eyes. Just before she was about to get some sleep, the door opened.

"Looking like a bedbug I see."

Paige quickly sat up upon hearing the robotic voice of the captain.

"Here to lecture me about the interrogation?" Paige sneered.

"I figured you needed a lecture or two."

Paige responded with a grunt and crashed back down on the bed, curling up into a ball. A ball of shame. She felt the matress go down behind her and she realized the captain had sat down.

"What good would sulking do, really?"

Paige's lower lip protruded into a pout, she didn't like this. She was like a child being told she got scolded because she was loved by her parents. Except she didn't have parents. The closest thing she had to it was the Supreme Leader, she guessed, because he created her. But then again...

"Nobody... can make somebody force-sensitive. Like you. It's a gift."

She thought about what that pilot said again. Maybe, in some completely unlikely way, he was right. What if the First Order didn't create her? What if... they lied?

"Listen, bug, you're a valuable asset to the Fir-"

"Am I human?"

Paige blurted. She hadn't thought she'd said it out loud, but the sudden silence of the captain made her sure she did.

The captain was taken aback by her question. Furthermore, she did not know how to answer it. They did not exactly brief them of how to deal with her existensial crises. Then again, she was not expected to go through one. She was supposed to be selfless for the First Order. Nothing should come before or after the Order. She was made for it, and by it, or so it seemed.

"What sort of question is that to ask." The captain responded.

"What sort of answer is that." Paige retorted, sitting up and facing the chrome armoured soldier across her bed.