TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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My heartbeat was erratic as my X-Wing was pulled into the First Order flagship, BD-1 whimpering in my ear. "It's gonna be okay," I tried to soothe him, but I didn't believe that myself. Snoke was waiting for me, a full Sith Master. I was barely finished with my own training, I could only hope that my few weeks with Ahsoka would be beneficial. "It's going to be okay."
A full squadron of Stormtroopers was waiting for me with their blasters ready as my ship was set down, Kylo Ren standing at the head. As my glass cockpit cover was lifted, I instantly raised my hands in surrender, lowering one so I could jump down on the landing floor without falling on my face. As Ren approached me, I was instantly able to see through the mask and see Ben's eyes staring back at me. I could feel his worry radiating off him, not to mention the tension from every trooper behind him.
"And here I was thinking we'd have to use more... force in this situation," Ben told me, carrying the authority of his Sith persona for the sake of the soldiers behind him. I gave him a glare, but the corner of my lips were slightly upturned. He extended his black-gloved hand to me. "Your lightsabers." I pulled both hilts out of my holsters and shoved them away for good measure. BD-1 curled as tightly as he could against my shoulder.
"What happens now-" Ben raised his free hand to cut me off, choking me with the Force, but there was barely any concentration put into it. Still, I grabbed at my throat and gasped for air, stopping seconds after he did.
"You will stay silent until spoken to. You are currently a prisoner of war, and the First Order will not tolerate scum not being set in their place." I nodded, and one of the Stormtroopers came forward with a pair of cuffs in his hand. Begrudgingly, I raised my wrist to be cuffed.
This was either my best idea ever or the stupidest.
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"Okay, ow," I chuckled as Ben shoved me into the place I considered to be his new living quarters. "Such a nice welcome."
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, using the Force to slam his door shut before whipping his helmet off of his head, his red scar more prominent than ever. He still had the worried look from earlier, this time mingled with rage. I could feel BD-1 shaking from its perch on my shoulder. "Are you a fool?"
"What are you talking about?" I questioned, growing angry myself at his reaction. "You're the one who suggested me coming here!" Ben's eyebrows furrowed, and I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had no idea what I was referring to. "Your meeting... with Snoke. Didn't you ask him for more time to bring me here?"
"That was minutes before your arrival," he shook his head. "A flight from Carlac would've taken several times that long..." Ben's face softened as he started to realize that arguing was pointless. "I... I didn't think you would come..." His hands seemed to want to reach forward and touch mine like we did during our Force connection in the woods of Carlac, but he pulled them back and tried to control himself from doing so. "You shouldn't be here. Snoke... he wants you dead. Didn't I tell you that earlier?"
