Entirely Different

Chapter One : First Impressions

The craft was slowing to a stop. You and your mother waited close to the shuttle doors and picked up your bags when the spacecraft finally landed. The doors slid open and the ramp extended out from the ship automatically. You could see your father walking towards the two of you in the distance. His red hair and slight frame impossible to overlook. When he came into sight, your mother turned to the chrome finish on the craft behind you and adjusted her hair.

You took after her, your features similar and your hair deep and dark against your pale skin. Your hair had the slightest hint of auburn to it, though. The only feature similar to that of your father's. He called to your mother first, reaching her and holding her in a brief embrace. Then, turning his eyes to you, he released her and held out a hand.

"General." You greeted him, grasping his thin, bony fingers.

"You're both looking well," he remarked "how was the trip?"

Your parents exchanged niceties of the journey while you assessed your new surroundings. The Hangar Bay was void of any natural beauty. Tall ceilings and cold, unyielding metal much the general feel of The First Order. It was evident that the organization commanded many ships, which were lining the bay like portraits on a wall. You wouldn't admit it to the General, but there was a certain beauty to it.

You found yourself so lost in the expanse of the ceiling, you hadn't noticed your parents beginning to depart and quickly, obediently, followed. He led you down blinding white halls, groups of stormtroopers occasionally halting to salute him. You were far too well trained to act out of hand, but you found yourself rolling your eyes internally. You had graduated flight school and it was time to serve The First Order, but you had wished they had stationed you anywhere else than Starkiller base.

Had you been naïve, you may have anticipated your father to inquire of your achievements or honors following your graduation; however, you were all too familiar with his ambitions being more of topic for discussion. Your mother listened attentively to every boast and flaunt of his life here on the Starkiller. You listened as an obligation, only. Merely a façade of respect.

Which, to the best of your knowledge, was meant to be earned. Of course, you were expected to earn the respect of your peers, superiors, colleagues, and even your family. But respect for your father was something you learned to feign from a very early age. He called your name and you reported to his side, instinctively.

"These are your quarters. I pulled quite a few strings to get you to this part of the ship." The General boasted before he passed his hand over the panel lock. The door slid into the wall, exposing the small living quarters. You were granted a short glance before the door closed automatically.

"Thank you, General." You extended a hand and the two of you shook again.

"Say your goodbyes to your mother." He stepped back and allowed you to embrace.

She mumbled some sentiment into your hair, which you hadn't bothered to pay mind to, and the pair of them walked away. You watched as they left, walking a way down the hall before being descended upon by a dark shadow. Approaching your father was a figure cloaked in all black. He was tall, broad, hooded and masked. The man was a wave of darkness and energy. Intimidating, yet something pleasant about the way he held himself.

"Hux." His boots halted in front of the General.

"Commander Ren," the general seemed even more slight next to his towering countenance.

"Are your troops ready to depart?" he interrupted.

"Of course, I will join you shortly."

The Commander stood there a moment. You couldn't tell where he was looking, but your skin began to prickle as if he had turned his glare on you. Of course, you couldn't tell. You'd adverted your eyes immediately and turned towards the door. The heavy, leaded footsteps stalked off in the direction opposite from which he came, and you lifted your head to face your father. Although you were sure you knew who he was the moment he came into sight, your suspicions were proven correct when Hux back tracked down the hall.