|Captured| Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter VIII

Corellia

If you had been told that at your age you would have killed the Supreme Leader and then attacked his apprentice, you wouldn't have believed it. Despite your six consecutive years of Bounty Hunting for the Guild on Nevarro, your hits had ranged only from planet representatives to smugglers. Not important politicians and certainly not the Supreme Leader of the entire galaxy.

Not that you couldn't do it. You had full faith in yourself before you took a step into that throne room with full intentions of beheading Snoke. You knew you were capable, regardless of your age or size. The things that would normally be a disadvantage you used to your own advantage.

And here you stood, both swords in both hands dripping with Arukshai'a blood, before the Supreme Leader once again. Only this time, he wasn't as naive. Kylo Ren was younger, faster, stronger, and more intelligent than Snoke had ever been. And besides that, he was a Jedi with immense powers you could never understand. In examining his figure, you noticed that he hadn't even bothered to bring his lightsaber because he was so sure of himself that he could catch you.

And perhaps he was right. He stood between you and the only exit to the ship, so the only way out was with his death. And although you were confident, you knew that there were six of his beloved knights just outside the door, waiting to annihilate you if you were to do as much as you lay a hand on their Supreme Leader. You were stuck in a corner.

However, you had another option as well. You could go with Kylo Ren willingly, and not suffer the severe and lethal consequences. It would save your life for the time being, and that's all that truly mattered.

But that didn't mean you would leave with him without a fight. You had too much pride for that.

"You think very loudly," he looked you up and down, finally breaking the silence.

"Get out of my head." You returned sternly, spitting every syllable. You fervently hated Jedi, and this was one of the main reasons why.

And there was good reason for your hatred for Jedi and Kylo Ren's hatred of Mandalorians. It was history. The Mandalorian-Jedi War was a series of several conflicts fought between the Mandalorians and Jedi people. The final battle between both groups ultimately resulted in the devastation of your home-planet Mandalore.

The Mandalorians sought to create weapons to defeat the Jedi powers that they couldn't understand. In response, the Beskar steel type armor you wore was made especially to combat them, and they began to win certain battles. The Mandalorians then raged war against the Old Republic, and during the period of its fall, members of House Viszla reclaimed the dark saber, which was a sacred weapon made by the first Mandalorian Jedi, Tarre Viszla.

And despite their best efforts, the final battle between the Mandalorians and the Jedi resulted in a large battle on Mandalore. This caused a cataclysm that scorched much of the planet into a lifeless white desert. The Jedi had been victorious.

Although this had been long before your time, you still felt the reminiscence of the History throughout your lifetime. Your hatred for the Jedi grew, as did your distrust for anybody who wasn't a part of the Creed; including Kylo Ren.

Kylo Ren didn't respond to your demand. Instead, he dug into your mind further, looking through everything. All of your memories, relationships, and thoughts. He saw everything, and it made you feel naked before him.

But what you didn't know was that in searching your mind, Kylo Ren found something he couldn't understand. He felt an innate connection to you; something he couldn't understand. He was feeling your dyad in the force. But he didn't tell you this.

"Your friends are dead," he finally said, causing you to flinch. "I killed them all."

You didn't say anything to him. You couldn't. Your heart had stopped, and you could feel a lump beginning to form in your throat.

You couldn't remember the last time you cried. It had been many years. And even now, after hearing of your friends' death, it was difficult to let tears fall. The feeling was foreign to you, so your body didn't know how to comprehend it. All it did know was that you were feeling immaculate pain in your heart. Even after all your years, you never realized that your heart could physically hurt.

But you also knew that now was not the time to cry. There would be plenty of time to mourn and return to Nevarro to give your friends a proper burial. But for now, you had to be selfish and focus on yourself. Nothing else was more important.

"Where is it?" He asked you, his fists clenched at his sides. He knew he had upset you, and he was basking in his glory. "The lightsaber."

"It's safe." No it wasn't. "Hidden." It was hanging on your side, tucked away in your brown leather satchel.

He took a step closer to you, and you urgently fumbled to take another one back, but were only met with the metal piloting spread. Kylo Ren seemed to no longer care about the lightsaber. He knew that if he captured you, the lightsaber would just be a victory prize. He knew you were afraid of him, but you were so stubborn that you still didn't want to admit it to him. A Mandalorian admitting his fear and submitting to it was almost as bad as removing his helmet. Your courage was the only thing that protected you. You were nothing without it.

And yet, even though you were horrified of the man and what he could do to you, there was a sense of serenity and purpose in his presence. Something you couldn't describe. It was similar to how the lightsaber felt in your hand; like it was meant to be, yet still forbidden.

"Don't be afraid, I feel it too." He looked at you, his brown eyes fuming with hatred, although he kept his composure with his words. You could see the scar you left on him clearly now, and this only made you grip the black leather end of your swords tighter. Kylo Ren stopped at Arukshai's dead corpse.

"I'll kill you." You spat "like I killed Snoke. And her."

"I know," he said simply. "You're fond of beheadings." Kylo Ren nodded slightly, almost in approval. "But you won't kill me,"

"I will."

"You won't." He returned, scanning you up and down. "If you were going to, you would have done it by now." Now he looked at your eyes, even though he couldn't see them. "You know the only way out alive is to come with me,"

"That's not true." That stubbornness shone through again. "I could-"

"I know very well what you are capable of," he cut you off. "And you know your situation." He looked out, behind you where you knew his six Knights stood vigil. "They'll rip you to shreds," he looked at you again. "Consider the odds, Fett."

You hated the way your name sounded from his tongue. The way he said it made you feel disgusted. The name Fett was far too high-esteemed for somebody like Kylo Ren, regardless of his political power. The Fett name was everything to you, and it made you incredibly offended when somebody like Kylo Ren thought it was acceptable for him to use it.

"Don't call me that," you returned, readjusting one of the swords in your hand just in case you needed to use it.

"Than what am I to call you? Bounty Hunter? Mandalorian Scum?" Kylo Ren questioned, sarcastically.

"I don't care." You returned, still acting stubborn. You knew just as well as anybody else that you would not make it out of here alive.

"I see." Kylo Ren nodded slightly. You could tell you were aggravating him. "So what will it be? Come with me, or die."

"You'll kill me either way." You decided. "I might as well die an honorable death."

"You're so right." He returned, and the last thing you saw was the wave of his gloved black hand. And then you fell asleep.