Cruel Destiny | Kylo Ren

Misanthrope

The moment Kylo landed the Command Shuttle on The Supremacy, I was ushered away with the order of The Supreme Leader, who requested to see us in an hour. I craned my neck far back enough to watch the distance between Kylo and I grow, as a woman who was extremely frail and skinny, lead me to a changing quarter.

The Supremacy is much smaller than Finalizer, but extravagant in its element. The ceiling seems higher than any sky and made of the most structural metal as it is welded with indentations of lines that follow the walls. The walkways flow like tributaries to the rivers of people that march by above the floors that shine like the surface of icy water.

Walking down the new halls, I'm disorientated to the core, though nothing is a stark difference to the usual aesthetic that The First Order wield. Like Finalizer, The Supremacy has the same lukewarm temperature inside that somehow makes my skin feel like there is no oxygen among it and the scent, the polished floors, the tense faces on the workers... It is nothing new. Even the blaring lights are the same; As if they are so illuminant to draw in the weak minded moths and push away the traitorous rats.

In a world so chaotic, this place is full of order. In a Universe that kneeled to death and desecration, The Supremacy was the chapel and its home.

I had been on here for a total of five minutes and I already wanted to break everyone out before the next five passed – But I can't. I have to be patient.

The woman leads me into a room that looked somewhat like the Cosmetic Department from Finalizer, though there are no showers or baths.

Gleaming counter tops with uniforms all folded on the side, the woman walks to the wall and picks out my new clothing – Although, when I watch her bony hand pass me a familiar folding of lifeless grey, I realise this clothing isn't very new to me at all.

The woman didn't look particularly young – Not as young as Arion, but she was dressed as a typical slave and her body didn't look a day over twelve, though she was stretched high enough for me to know she was more than a couple years older.

Her hair that crept out from beneath her headscarf was a wild red – Probably the brightest colour that resided on The Supremacy this very moment, and my eyes are too focused on the scarlet for me to realise that she had mumbled something beneath her breath, but I immediately feel the annoyance exuberant off her chest, when I ignored her once more.

I shake my head, glancing from her head to her hands that held out the uniform. "Sorry, what?"

My shirt is thin over my bare breasts and I suddenly feel self-conscious when she glances her eyes all over my body – Taking in The Resistance clothing that I had lended. Eyeing the white cast on my arm and nodding at my boots which were beginning to lose their sole.

The devices still dug into my ankles, never letting me forget about the metal and their purpose.

"Here." She said, and her voice was as breakable as the thin bones beneath her papery skin. Placing the uniform in my hands, I feel the coarse fabric that used to be my second skin.

I swallow the lump in my throat and take the materials out of her hands, "Thank you."

Suddenly, the woman drops to her feet and her knees crack as she bends them to the floor. Patting her hands on my calves and beginning to twine her stick fingers around my laces, I moved my foot out of her grasp and choked on the shocked eyes that peered up at me.

One metal device moved beneath my heel, I arched my right foot back onto my toes to look casual.

"I can dress myself." I said, furrowing my brows.