A Collection of Imagines

Adam

Her Skin

The engine whirls once again as the air becomes choppier, entering the stratosphere of the planet. I turn around to the large division behind me, the large battle carrier can barely hold the amount of storm troopers inside. I smile to them and place my hand behind my back. "Once we touch down on Petrion, we will be the first division to attack, therefore expect open fire." They salute me after my message with a hurrah. Before I could turn back to the entrance of the carrier, the troop kneels in my direction. At first, I was confused. But then, I feel him. His presence is so prominent in the Force that I was surprised that I didn't feel him there before. I taught him that trick. I roll my eyes. My head turns to the side, so I could glance at him in the corner of my eye. He's a few feet away, but directly behind me, dressed in his body armor and dark, gothic helmet. I whip my head back to my troops, then slowly turn my body towards my husband. Once my eyes land on him, a small sigh escapes my lips. "Supreme Leader." 

"Your Majesty." I'm intrigued by her posture. She's annoyed with me. She walks beside me, her back facing the division. Her eyes lock onto the metal of the entrance door of the carrier. I take my time as my eyes scan down her body. Her body is covered with a black material which extends down to her wrists and ankles. Her double edged lightsaber is already placed into her gloved hands, waiting to be ignited. Her planet's signature battle attire stands at ease as the thick material cascades down from her shoulders and stopping at her ankles. Her hair has been pulled back into a high braid that falls down to her hips, decorated with purple and black dyed strands. The purple war makeup is inked in jagged lines across her face. Her signature look. She turns to me in a hushed voice as to not let the other commanding officers know what she is saying, 

"What are you doing here?" I don't even look at him. I'm too annoyed to even give him that pleasure. 

"What do you mean?" She won't even look at me. 

I grit my teeth, letting out another exaggerated sigh. "You know exactly what I mean. This was my battle. I told you I was leading this one and you show up here? How am I going to lead these people if  they don't respect me? They think that you are here because you think I can't lead on my own. I've done it for years before you showed up." In the corner of my eye, I watch him turn his entire body to me. His voice altered by the mask, 

"I'm here to make sure you come out of this alive." 

"I will be fine, Kylo." 

"That is what you said the last time, but instead you were kidnapped, then held against your will and shot. It took you weeks to recover from that." Why is she being so stubborn?

"I'm fine and I will be fine. Can you please trust me on that?" I finally look at him with a lethal glare. His stance stays neutral, but I know very well that behind that mask he's giving me the same look. He huffs behind the metal and quickly takes his glove off his hand. He grabs my free hand and I hear him, 

I can't see you hurt ever again. The first time almost killed me, please.

My eyes soften at the hard exterior of the helmet. I give a questioning look as to why he was telling me through his thoughts. His head jerks backwards, 

I can't let them hear me.

I look behind him at the other commanding officers and generals. One redhead stares at the two of us intently. A chill runs down my spine as he makes eye contact with me. I look back to Kylo, "I understand." He lets go of me and I turn back to the door. "Fine." 

I place the glove back on my hand and turn to the large entrance door. The alarm sets off, alerting us that we are about to touch down. I see my wife ignite her lightsaber and ready herself against the rockiness of the ship. I ignite my saber watching the door intently. Through the chaos, I hear her voice,