Kylo Ren Goes to the Dentist

Chapter 1

It all started about a week ago. Kylo began to feel some sharp pains in the far back of the left side of his mouth. At first it really was inconsequential. He had much bigger things to focus on at present: Ranting to a mask, annoying Hux, and destroying elevators with his cool new lightsaber had proven to be a big time commitment. His pain eventually escalated to the point that he could no longer properly enjoy his favorite meal of deep-fried nuna legs, so action had to be taken immediately. Kylo had never experienced anything like this before. I mean, sure, one time he sizzled his finger a little when he was messing around with his lightsaber, but this was a completely different borgle ballgame. He first had to decide who he was going to go to for help. Snoke was obviously out of the question. I mean, you just can't just walk into the supreme leader's chambers and complain about a toothache. He's way too cool to be handling that kind of stuff. Maybe Hux? No, that dweeb would probably laugh, and Kylo was already in trouble for putting half of the elevators out of order, so he couldn't deal with that level of harassment right now. His mind briefly went to his dad, but there was absolutely no way he could OR WOULD go to him for help. Kylo was a man now. The only option left was Phasma. She had always treated him like a cold, distant acquaintance, but she would have to do. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Kylo began to walk down to her station. Unsurprisingly, he had lost his elevator privileges for the week. As he rounded the corner to her unit, his nerves began to kick in. Maybe Phasma was too cool for him. She had a freaking flamethrower! She was probably busy doing badass things anyway. No. He couldn't think like that. He was THE Kylo Ren, fearless commander of the First Order and a force-wielding Sith. He also wore a cool mask, so he looked really scary. He could do this. Forgetting where he was in his jumble of thoughts, he accidentally bumped right into the Captain herself. In his embarrassment, he became a stuttering mess, apologizing repeatedly and sheepishly. He had to take a moment to gather himself and step back. Stuttering was NOT badass. Kylo cleared his throat and put on his best (what he imagined Darth Vader must have sounded like) voice. "Greetings Captain Phasma, what brings you here on this fine day?" Said Kylo. In a monotone voice, Phasma retorted "This is my station." Shoot, he had forgotten that he was in fact the one out of place here. It's ok, he could still save the conversation. "Oh uh, you would be correct about that. I have actually made the trip down here to request a small favor from you". Kylo paused, waiting for a response. When she remained silent, Kylo continued with "I uh, am experiencing a high degree of pain at the moment in the left side of my mouth. What should I do to destroy it?" Phasma sighed and turned to her troopers. "You are dismissed for the moment," she said. Turing back to Kylo, "As for you, you will need to come with me." Relieved that he would finally get some relief, Kylo swiftly followed after Phasma. Man, was she fast. He decided it must be because of her extraordinary height. Maybe someday he would eventually outgrow her. He would have to ask Snoke later. Out of breath, he found himself in hangar 7, drawing near to an Xi-class light shuttle. Alarmed, Kylo demanded "Where are you taking me? Are we leaving the Base?" Phasma ignored his comments and continued up the ramp. Kylo had no choice but to begrudgingly follow. Kylo hated flying when he wasn't the one piloting. As Phasma lowered herself into the left seat, quickly typing in coordinates, Kylo stood in the doorway, brooding at the missed opportunity to show off his skills. As the engine revved up, he decided the inconvenience was worth fixing his tooth, and slumped down next to the Captain. There really is no feeling like the rush you get when your ship hurtles you into hyperspace. The stars streaking by the window remind you how amazing and big and beautiful the galaxy really is. Kylo, having the attention span of a Battle Droid, was quickly distracted by the bright scenery and forgot all about his seat sorrows. As the ship dropped off its speed, a brightly lit planet came broadly into view. "Coruscant?" asked Kylo. He reckoned it did make sense. If you needed anything in the galaxy, Coruscant was sure to be the place to find it. The shuttle, barreling through the planet's atmosphere was given priority landing due to its First Order Identification and quickly lowered onto a sleek private landing zone.