Kiddo | Kylo Ren

II. Crate Sitting

Sixteen years ago- in the Unknown Regions of the galaxy.

Six large knights stood above her, rain pouring from the sky. Their outfits, armor, and weapons drenched from the storm.

In front of them, a young girl stood. Barely over the age of three, just learning to speak, careening her neck to stare at the towering giants above her.

In hindsight, she should have been scared. She should have ran away as fast as she could, never turning back, trying to find the family that had brought her here. That had left her here.

And yet, there she stood. A beige colored tunic and a large brown leather belt the only thing shielding her from the pouring rain.

But she never minded a little rain. Or a little storm.

Or a group of thoughtless men, eyeing each other confusedly. Faces screaming "well, what do we do now?"

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You would always think back to those nights.

Some you couldn't remember, and some just as vivid as the reality in front of you.

The Knights of Ren were you brethren, your guardians, your family. You don't remember the first night they took you in as their own, but they never failed to describe the story to you every chance they got.

The eight of you sat in a worn down, sweaty cantina. The space was loud and colorful, but your brothers weren't enjoying it as much as you were. You wanted to get up and dance, or sing your heart out with the knights, but you knew they'd need a couple drinks before they started enjoying themselves.

Shiloh was next to you in the booth. He always stuck to you in places like this. His bulky, muscular body crushed you every time he thought he'd be able to fit with you in a booth seat. It didn't matter how small you seemed compared to him- if he was sharing a seat with you, there would be an endless battle for leg and elbow room.

Shiloh was tall. One of the tallest of the group. Smooth tan skin, hooded eyelids, and slick, jet black hair made him one of the easiest knights to look at. He was always attractive, but it only got better the older he got.

Akira was across from you- sitting with a posture that seemed taller than you even while on your tippy toes. He was pale, blonde, and a lot older than the others. If any of them were to be a father figure, it'd be him.

He'd always tell you stories about that night. The night they found you. The night Akira pleaded his brothers to not hurt you. He always said he had to beg his brethren for you to stay, even bribe them with rations and weaponry. But he didn't care; he would have given everything up for you.

Something about a scared, little girl, lost on a planet she didn't recognize, without a family she never knew she had, struck a chord in his heart.

Igo was next to him, an almost exact duplicate. More pale skin, blond hair, and piercing blue eyes flooded your direct line of sight. If you were to rate the knights on how intimidating each of them seemed, Igo was last. He didn't seem like a warrior on the outside- which you always teased him about.

At the front of the table stood Kylo himself, mask still on, ordering everyone a round of drinks to the waitress. It surprised you that the Supreme Leader himself had to pay for drinks on his own ship.

To the right and left of him were the twins; Lesco and Khuno. They were complete opposites physically. One with dark eyes, one with light. One with pale skin, one with golden. But the ways they spoke, acted, and even fought were undeniably a brotherly bond.