|Captured| Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter V

Corellia

Tyrena Cantina in Corellia was always one of your favorite places to go, especially after a satisfying bounty. There was music, drinks, gambling, and the most beautiful Twi'lek women you had ever seen. In some instances you enjoyed watching the provocative dances, even though you had no interest of intimacy with the ladies. However, you couldn't deny that the women were breathtakingly beautiful, and anybody would be a fool to not bask in their presence.

They adored your presence, as well. It was already uncommon enough seeing a Mandalorian roaming the streets these days, let alone a female one. This made you intriguing to them. Every time you arrived back at the Cantina, they would shower you with kisses and beg you to tell them the stories of what it was like out there- what it was like to kill people.

They were slaves, of course. Bound to a life of sex work and prostitution. And yet, you found yourself speaking to them for hours at a time, excited at the fact that somebody took interest in you and your lifestyle.

So now you sat at your usual table; a glass of water in front of you that you wouldn't drink. You waited for the top of the hour; because that's when the women would come out and put on their show.

You longed for their attention. It had been a few months since you had last arrived, so you knew that they would be itching with questions and eager to hear your stories. You knew it was dangerous coming back here, you knew that without a doubt. When the galaxy's largest military power was on the hunt for you; the last thing you should have done was visit one of the most densely populated cities crawling with First Order spies.

There were two reasons why you returned. For one, you couldn't have cared less if Kylo Ren found out what you were. You knew the bafoon would feel the need to bring his whole army fleet, so it would take some time for him to travel all the way to Corellia. Enough time for you to escape to a desolate planet on your own ship. The other reason was that you wanted to see the women. You wanted somebody to tell. You wanted to be able to talk about what you had done. Surely, they would be excited. You knew the galaxy had already heard of the great feat, but you wanted them to hear it from your own point of view. You pondered over this for quite some time.

"I'll be damned. The Mandalorian," you heard somebody call to you.

You looked up instantaneously. Two men, who you assumed to be local drunks, stood beside your booth, laughing at you. The one who had spoke to you was a humanoid, but one you didn't recognize. A collection of small, flesh-colored spikes drew down his head and back, and he was incredibly ugly. You could tell he was from the planet, but he obviously was either homeless or in desolate condition. His friend was even uglier. A Galandan with vomit-colored tentacles that rested on his back.

You had no interest in speaking to the men. People would entertain you, occasionally. They would spot the iconic Fett armor and would be lured into having a few words with you, but very rarely were you openly insulted. Hatred for the Mandalorian Creed was high; there was no doubt, but people were simply too cowardly to confront anybody of such descent. Obvious reasons are obvious.

You narrowed your eyes at the men, letting your helmet's gadgets get to work at identifying the individuals. You soon found their names, but didn't care enough to remember them.

Say what you will about Mandalorian Armor, but your suit was incredibly technologically advanced and adequate at defending yourself. Made entirely out of Beskar steel that lasted hundreds of years; parts of the armor had been recovered from your grandfather, Boba Fett's, dead body. The rest of the pieces were forged by your Armorer, Aegart, and you had traveled across the galaxy in order to install different technology across the suit. Needless to say, your armor was unique among Mandalorian armor and stood out among a crowd.

"First Order been looking for ya, y'know," the first man continued to speak, his voice raspy as he was obviously a Spice-Addict. "Got a bounty on your head so big I could buy the damn Order" he laughed, looking to his friend for approval.

"I suggest you leave," you returned, your voice growing deeper. You checked the time posted on the wall. Quarter 'till.

"Yer- you're a woman!" The man laughed harder, his friend joining in and slapping his chest. Some people were surprised when you spoke. Your armor was bulky and hid your curves well in most instances. Sometimes you looked more like a small man than a woman. "even better! Gee, when I get my hands on-"

His words were cut short. Without even having to look at the man as he mocked your femininity, you put a blaster shot right through his forehead.

He fell backwards pathetically, and the Cantina went silent. You had the attention of everybody. You looked up at the Galandan, and you could see in his eyes his guilt and quick regret of what his friend had said. He began stuttering, but when you pointed your blaster at him, he went silent and put his hands up.

"You got two choices," you began, tilting your head slightly as you always did when being sarcastic "leave," you gestured slightly to the door. "or join your friend."

His mind was quickly made up. He scrambled out of your sight and out of the cantina, and before long you noticed the puddle of urine on the floor where he had been standing. But by the time that happened, it was already top of the hour. The Twi'lek would be out any second.

And they were. In what seemed like only a few seconds, you were being overwhelmed with attention from the women you so dearly adored. They left lipstick stains on your helmet, and although they would be a hassle to scrub off, it was worth it. There were four at your booth. Two beside you, touching your unique armor and leaving kisses everywhere. One rested her head on your helmet despite it probably being uncomfortable; holding onto your arm. The other two sat across from you, asking questions about the incredible feat and basking in your glory.

"Did he make any sound when he died?" One Twi'lek asked you, green eyes wide as she leaned forward towards you in anticipation. The fact that you were drawing so much attention made the other men in the cantina incredibly jealous. You could feel
their jealous stares.

"No," you returned, stifling a smile underneath your helmet. "But his tongue popped out; lolled on the ground all limp" you chuckled as you watched the girl's lips part; agape and in awe.

          "What did it feel like?" She asked, "to kill the Supreme Leader!" She said, almost in a whisper.

          You sighed and sat back, relaxing against the padded seats. You hadn't thought much about the event in a few days now; trying desperately to do anything to distract you from it.

          "Exhilarating." You finally decided, watching her dark blue lips curved into a flirty smirk. "It was like I had the whole galaxy in my hands" you thought her smile would sustain, but it dropped in an instant. You were worried you had said something wrong.

          "Sure wish you did," she crossed her arms and sat back, annoyed at something. "I bet if you were the Supreme Leader you could free us," she looked down, pretending to be interested in her shoes. "Not like that Snoke guy," She rolled her eyes. "Two of my friends auctioned off to a brothel somewhere to be whores for the Knights of Ren," she shook her head in disappointment. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

      "'Course not" you returned. "If it were me on that throne, I'd build you your own castle on Naboo. Big enough for all your friends," you nodded in her direction as her smile reappeared. "You would live the life you deserve,"

          She smiled at you. A genuine, hopeful smile like you had never seen before. Her green eyes glistened like the sparkling waters of Chandrilla, and her smile was so bright it could light up an entire star system. Perfect teeth, perfect cheekbones, perfect lips. No wonder she was so popular around here.

          "I'm Arukshai," she threw out her hand to you, which you took with hesitation "I think you and I are gonna be friends"

|•|