A Collection of Imagines

Adam

More like a Kylo Ren Imagine

The Abandoned 

The room is pitch black. I can't move. My arms and legs are in restraints. I can't feel him in the Force anymore. He must be too far away from you. But, I do feel someone else in the room. A light flickers on over me. A body can be seen in the corner of the room. I already know who it is before he steps into the light. Poe Dameron. He's the asshole that took down one of our dread knots with a single TI-Fighter ship. He enters the light with a slight confused look on his face. He crosses his hands over his chest.

"Hello. I don't think we've met." 

The ship nears the base that they're keeping her in. Her bravery was mighty when she was in battle back on Tilsi. Her training really had paid off. The black armor that clung to her body made me want to stare at her the whole time. Her purple double edged lightsaber made every fighter in the Resistance levitate to her. When they captured her, I fought hard to get to her, but they took her before I could. And I was a little astounded that she didn't use her powers to escape. Does she have her powers? Was she lying to me? No, she wouldn't. But, why didn't she use them then? I could barely find her dull energy through the force, which tells me that she's unconscious. It led me here, on this secret Resistance base. The aircraft lands on the ground and before touch down, they start shooting at the unbreakable armor of the ship. That's when I felt her presence again. She's here and she's conscious. 

"I'm Poe, a fighter pilot for the Resistance."

"Is that where I am right now?" I hate this guy. I didn't know what Kylo meant when he told me about this cocky bastard, but now I get it. He just reeks of self-righteous boy scout. 

"Why are you fighting for the First Order?"

What? "What?" Do these people not know what has happened in the First Order in the last week and a half? Do they know who I am?

"Who are you?"

Oh, fuck no. And then, I felt him. The energy is prominent in the Force. The electricity pulses within me. I'm coming for you, Kylo. "Who am I?" I lean forward more into the light, hoping that he can see the purple war paint and the dried blood from my forehead that has dripped down to cheek. I stare into the eyes of a coward, who stands above a woman of high power. "I am a village girl on the planet of Tunestead, which has been taken over by the First Order. I am Tight-Fighter 47, Quadrant Leader 2605, ..." I felt the electricity pulse within me again. Growing larger and larger with each word I spew out at him. I feel Kylo's presence near. " ... sole-survivor of the Rise of Kylo, one of the two living breathing Knights of Ren, the rightful heir of the Ti-Nix Galaxy, direct descendant of the Sith Lord Darth Sidious, and High Empress of the First Order ..." His eyes go wide at my words. I smirk at the dead man in front of me. He looks down at my hands. I sure they're glowing at this point. "But you can just call me Your Majesty." I clench my fist and a large cloud of electronic smoke covers the room. Knocking the cocky son-of-a-bitch on his ass. And unlocking my restraints. 

I exit the doors of the fighter jet and lock my helmet into place. I ignite my red cross-barred lightsaber and swing left and right to kill several Resistance that lung at me. The cowards shoot from a distance, but I deflect the bullets towards them, killing them with their own weapon. I look towards the main doors of the Resistance base and in she comes, bursting through doors with the body of a Resistance fighter that tried to get in her way. She stands powerful with her double edged lightsaber in hand over the bodies she has slaughtered. I don't think I've seen anything so beautiful in my life. She steps forward, her eyes locking with my mask. She smirks as she begins to run towards me. More fighters lung to the both of us. Being as untrained and idiotic as they are, we're able to get past them quickly. We almost make it to each other, when a person behind her catches my eye. It's that bastard Poe Dameron with blood swimming down his face and a gun in his hand pointing it right at her back. "No!" I hear myself scream through the voice altering mask. The gun goes off and the bullet hits my wife on her left shoulder blade. She falls to the ground and I stop a few paces in front of her. Her blood-curdling screams fill my ears. Poe makes it up right behind her, standing over her writhing body. I feel Resistance fighters forcing me to my knees, but my eyes stay on my injured wife on the ground. Her face contorted in pain and terror.