Entirely Different

Chapter Eight : A Change In Perspective

**Kylo's Perspective**

Kylo didn't want to leave her, but the message from Captain Phasma was urgent. News from the mission on Jakku would be waiting. The halls were deserted at this time of night, making his navigation to the Command Bay entirely too easy. When he had arrived, there was a palpable tension in the air. If Kylo hadn't been so drained from his, ahem, personal endeavors, he would have reached into someone's mind to ascertain the truth immediately. However, he would have to wait to be told, this time. He sensed fear among the officers in the bay, stalked past the group and into the control room. Soon after, an officer approached his back. Kylo didn't turn to face him; instead, he stared straight ahead at the controls, hands folded calmly behind his back. He heard the officer remove his hat and swallow hard.

"Sir," his voice wavered. "We were unable to acquire the droid on Jakku."

Kylo turned his head to the side, slowly. Anger boiling in his chest, hands balled into fists.

He continued. "It escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian YT model freighter."

Confusion tainted his synthesized voice, the sentence coming out less threatening than he had hoped. "The droid... stole a freighter?"

"Not exactly, sir. It had help."

The rogue Stormtrooper?

He turned his body to the side, head facing the officer. He couldn't see Kylo glaring at him, but he could feel it.

"We have no confirmation, but we believe FN-2187 may have helped in the escape." His words were coming out quicker now, panic evident in his voice.

Without thinking, Kylo activated the lightsaber by his side, all at once freeing it from his belt. The red, crackling energy spread quickly, like lightning, an extension of his fury. His own panic and wrath igniting inside his chest, desperately needing to be released. He turned and sliced into the control wall, lightsaber coming down repeatedly with ease. The metal groaned against the inexorable force of the saber.

Damn Hux! Damn his intolerable troopers! Damn the traitor who had freed the Resistance pilot and stolen the droid!

Sparks flew all around him. Skywalker was falling from his grip. Rage rippled through his blood, through his arm, before finally being hushed by the reverberations in his muscles.

His violence faded slowly. He took a few more swings, halfheartedly, before finally deactivating the saber at his side.

"Anything else?" Again, his voice betrayed his emotion.

The officer behind the Commander was frozen in place from the display of anger. He hesitated a moment before taking in a defeated breath.

"The two were accompanied by a girl."

Kylo spun wildly to him, extending his hand, and called forth The Force, summoning the officer's throat to his grasp. He came skidding quickly forward, his feet struggling to find purchase against the slick floor. He choked upon the grip.

"What girl?" Kylo spat.

He was useless. Commander Ren threw him to the side, discarding the irrelevant officer and striding quickly out of the control room. What girl? Questions raked his mind. Resistance? A sympathizer? Was anyone on this base capable? Only halfway back to his quarters did he remember she would be there. He tried to calm his anger; he really did, but it seemed as useless as the officer. Kylo approached his door, fully anticipating to hurt her feelings, or worse.

**Reader's Perspective**

When you stepped out of the shower, you found that Kylo had left a towel for you on the counter along with a large black sweater. His sweater. You toweled off without delay and pulled the sweater over your head. It wasn't one of those itchy sweaters, where the material was made from recycled galactic waste, it was soft, meaning it must have been organic. The sleeves extended about four inches past your fingertips and the hem landed just above your knee. Perfectly oversized, massive, just like him.