Insignificance

Liftoff

You woke with a start, it seemed just as you got into a deep sleep five minutes had passed and your alarm was screeching for you to wake. You rubbed your eyes, groggy, and the familiar anxiety set in. Today is the day, in less than two hours you would be boarding a transporter to contest for the occupation of Kylo Ren's empress. You tried to look at the positives. You were excited to see what other women would be there, perhaps you could make some friends, and at least you would be away from your obnoxious, power hungry family for at least a short while. You could not help but be curious what he looked like, you had only ever seen him briefly and always with a mask, although you could tell he was tall. You weren't even sure he was human.

You rolled out of bed and threw yourself in the shower, upon getting out you heard a knock at the door, meaning your cosmetic team had arrived. Although you couldn't care less, your family would never allow you to not put 100% into the way you looked for such an occasion. Hair fixed into soft curls, makeup applied to perfection, you were ready to get dressed. You put on an all black crepe silk gown with an attached cape, two pieces of fabric covering your chest elegantly gathered to one shoulder, the skirt like two lips of a tulip hugging your hips and flowing down to the ground with a high slit in the leg. Showy, sure, but if you were going all out.

Your data pad beeped, and it was time to head out. Your heart was racing , palms were damp. You were heading out of your door when you crashed into blue, you nearly took him out with your force, "Shit! God I am sorry Blue, I was distracted" brushing the wild hairs out of your face,"It's okay Y/N! really, I just wanted to say goodbye", he stepped back taking your figure in, eyes dragging along your exposed thigh and chest, he grabbed your face pressed his lips to yours softly, you wrapped our arms around his neck and pushed your body against his breathing him in. Seconds in your droid approached, ready to take you to the awaiting storm troopers.

"Wish me luck! Or actually don't!" you giggled walking away from the droid, a small pang of sadness creeping through your body.

Your parents were waiting at the docking bay, looking ever so proud speaking to whom you could assume to be General Hux with his bright ginger hair that could be seen from a distance. You approached, your parents eyes scanning you for imperfections, you could tell they thought you were showing too much skin. Good. You stood tall and awaited your next order.

"Miss Y/N, pleasure to meet you, I am General Hux and I am here to escort you to Starkiller base, if you would join me?" Extending a hand, you took it. Walking towards the transport together you looked over at the General. He was a surprisingly attractive man, you could tell he was high strung, but he had alabaster skin, sharp cheekbones, lovely shaped lips. Well perhaps this trip wouldn't be that terrible.