Hunger (Kylo Ren x Reader)

1 RS-3572

The First Order was all that you knew. As it was for all of the people who surrounded you. No one knew their parents or the planet they originated from; just their operating number, job specification, and that you lived, breathed, and died by The First Order.

You were assigned RS-3572 and you clung to it. These simple letters and numbers were all that you could call your own.

At age 12 children were drafted to the sectors where they would spend the next few years training for. When designation day arrived you watched at the other students of your class were called one by one, receiving their posts. Some faces you would never see again.  

"RS-3572," Called the officer at the front of the room. You stood promptly and marched to stand and face him. "According to your progress report you have shown signs of creativity and interest in the culinary arts. What you lack in physical prowess you make up for in discipline and the ability to follow instructions to a T." His voice felt lifeless, but hearing your skills gave you a sense of pride.

"You will be assigned to the Culinary sector. After you complete your training you will begin serving the lowest on the chain of command, but if you continue to show determination and discipline you will one day feed our fearless leaders."

Your training began immediately and it would last four years. You gave it your all and your teachers could tell. When it was time for your classmates and yourself to begin serving on the front lines, of the kitchen that is, you and two others were stopped.

"NM-3577, RS-3572, ZN-3564. The three of you have exemplified perfectly what The First Order looks for in executive chefs. Your days will be divided by further training and starting along side your fellow colleagues until training is complete. Depending on positions open and your skill you will be given your final role in The First Order."

Over the course of three years your skills were sharpened to be an impeccable chef. The days of mass food production for Stormtroopers and low ranking officers wore on you, but during training days you were able to excel and show off your knowledge. While your abilities grew so did your friendships with NM-3577 and ZN-3564. They proved to be excellent in rivaling your skills. 

NM-3577 was funny. No, hilarious. When the three of you were left in the training kitchen alone she would have you in stitches. You were always smiling around her. She kept her chestnut colored hair in the cutest bun that looked like a bow. It was not First Order regulation, but her skull cap covered it whenever figures of authority were around. You were lucky enough to even bunk with her in a small room that fit just your bunk beds and the closet the two of you shared. She and your love for cooking were your solace on the giant hunk of metal that was The Finalizer.

Now ZN-3564 on the other hand he was shy. He stuck with you and NM-3577 whenever he could. Outside when he spoke up he was kind and quiet, but in the kitchen he was an unstoppable force. He put orders out like no other and could solve any problem that came his way, and in training the chefs would throw anything they could at you to mess you up.

You were 19 when the final day of training came when you would finally learn who you would be serving for, well, the rest of your days. The three of you stood tall in your uniforms. Your black chef coats pressed neatly, wide leg pants checkered in a dark pattern, and skull caps sitting perfectly straight on your heads. You held your hands behind your back and your head high when your commanding officer came into the kitchen. Chef Dral, who along with anyone else that was a higher rank than yourself, kept his face as cold as he could, but you knew he was proud of the three of you.

"Students, you have proved to me that you all deserve positions that will display your expertise and today you will finally be thrown into the fire that is serving your superiors. You should be proud of what you can do and your place here in The First Order." He spoke with a tinge of excitement. 

"NM-3577, you will be working for The First Order's top engineers. Your kitchen team consists of three other chefs and you will work together to feed the people who are advancing us to greatness." Chef Dral held his fist out in front of his chest as he smiled with pride. NM-3577 gave a nod in acceptance of her position.

She is going to be incredible you thought.

"ZN-3564, you will be apart of taking care of our lead Generals. Your kitchen team consists of five other chefs. The six of you will fuel the incredible minds of those who will crush our enemies." ZN-3564 took a deep breath in through his nostrils and gave his nod. His eyes then sunk to the floor.

Was he upset? Did he not want that post? 

"And finally," Dral was beaming as he looked at you. "RS-3572 you will have the utmost honor of serving-"

Honor? Honor?  You felt a pit in your stomach. What was he about to say? 

It couldn't. 

It could, and it was.

The name flew off of his tongue and hit you in the chest. You felt as though you were spiraling down a black hole and time had stopped.

"Commander Kylo Ren."