Ren

Behind the Veil

After the doors shut, Vicrul removed his helmet. It was custom for knights to keep their faces hidden, but in Vicrul's case, it was quite necessary. He was the same height as me, but his face was very attractive. It was a big reason I was glad to have control over hearing other's thoughts. If his face was uncovered when females were near, the explicit and unoriginal thoughts would be overwhelming.

"What the fuck?" He was the only person I would allow to speak so informally to me.

Vic was empathic. He was able to sense and absorb the abilities of other metas.

"I lost control," I said flatly, knowing that's what he was referring to.

"No shit, Ren." He walked through the main living quarters and surveyed the damage to the structure. "I was meeting with Hux and Veers when I collapsed."

I was significantly more powerful than him; under normal circumstances he could absorb powers, at his discretion. But, when I lost control, I overpowered him.

Like she was able to do to me...

My emotions were not as controlled as they should have been; the tone of her thoughts continued to drift to me. She was thinking about her thoroughly wrecked pussy; which made my cock stiffen at the thought.

"What's going on?" Vicrul interrupted my thoughts. I wasn't sure what he was picking up on, so I pushed against the boundaries of his mind. My temper, or lack thereof was concerning him.

Oddly enough, it annoyed me; how he thought something was off because I wasn't in a rampage.

"The council is wanting to expand and take D.C.," I spoke; distracting him. "I'm contemplating that. There's only so much we can do from here, but..."

"But that will be challenging Snoke's remaining zealots," he finished my thought. "That's what Veers and I were discussing. Hux seems to think there may be a greater advantage to remaining here."

"It's going to have to be done at some point," I murmured, "the only reason they haven't attacked first is because we're stronger. But if what we have discovered is true, they are working on enhancing theirs."

"That's not sustainable," he stepped closer to me, lowering his voice.

"Yes, I know. But it wouldn't need to be sustainable to wipe us out." I considered the danger of both scenarios when her thoughts pierced through, again.

Her hips were pulsing in pain and every time she moved, the muscles in her back and arms protested. I'm going to have bruises all over, she thought.

I needed to get her out of here and back to her quarters. She wasn't sustainable here.

"We need to meet," I said unhurriedly. "Let them know and we will meet in a few hours. Night should have already begun, so a patrol isn't necessary. We'll meet in the lower levels." I walked with him towards the doors.

"Very good," he replied, and was gone.

I stood a moment longer, looking at the broken fragments of glass and splinters still covering the floor.

Weak.

As much as I hated Snoke, he was right. I was weak. I was continually letting emotions cloud my ability to be who I needed to be. Between his memory and now her presence, I was not being the Commander. I was not applying my vision to fix this world.

I glanced down the hall to the closed door. She was impairing my vision.

Anger coursed through my veins as I reached for the helmet.