Let The Past Die (Kylo Ren x reader)

13. Death Follows

A light drizzle of rain fell, tapping lightly on the skin on my face as we stepped out of the Abregado-rae spaceport and onto the pedestrian bridges that lined the tall buildings. Below us, stone steps led down to colorful gondola speeders and floatboats in the canal, passing us by on gentle waters. Night crept on, and the pathways were mostly empty; Thoria and I only passed by a couple of Gados on our walk towards the Old Patch, the light-brown fur of a lanky arm grazing the sleeve of my leather jacket for a second. In my mind I tried to retrace every Resistance map I had seen of this system, swearing to myself that there was an old, under-cover base somewhere on this planet.

"Are you sure of this?" Thoria asked cautiously, throwing glances around us as the buildings began looking more aged and lived in. She held her robes closed over her chest with one hand, keeping the cowl safely in place around her montrals.

"No" I confessed.

"Reassuring" she affirmed sarcastically.

The TIE attack played on repeat in my brain. I couldn't shake the feeling of the blaster cannons rocking the shuttle over and over. Nausea bubbled up in me as I fought the idea that Kylo might have been the one who ordered the assault.

Thoria brushed her fingers against the back of my hand calmingly as we walked. Unaware that my feelings were so palpable, I drew a deep breath and tried to clear my mind.

"It doesn't make sense" she mumbled. "I wasn't warned about the attack in my visions."

"Don't blame yourself" I began, sighing.

"No, it's not that."

My eyes shifted, and I caught the concerned look on her face as the gears ground in her head. Her stare still searched the paths around us. She looked as if the answer was just out of her reach, as if she'd be able to grab it if only she tried harder.

"I've been perfecting my control over my visions for years" she elaborated, sounding more and more perplexed. "But this..."

"Maybe we were just unlucky" I suggested, resigned to the fact that it had happened and there was nothing I could do about it now.

"It's more as if it was a last-minute order" she thought aloud. Her eyes narrowed further as if she was close to the truth. "I wonder if maybe the First Order didn't have our location until right before they attacked us. I wouldn't have seen them coming."

I parted my lips to speak but refrained. It sounded too perfect, too well-planned. I didn't want to believe the words that came out of my mouth next.

"Are you saying someone on Jakku ratted us out?" I felt nothing but numb dread at the thought of having been spotted and reported. "Sure, the place is full of outlaws" I admitted, clenching my teeth. My heartbeat started racing. "But who could have known that we've got the First Order on our tail? We would have heard if there was a bounty on us."

She squeezed her lips shut tight, disappointed with her own clouded sight. I followed her gaze, drawn to the side of a bridge that had been sloppily graffitied by someone. The words "Obedience is security" and "Loyalty is rewarded" were etched into the stone. I snapped out of it and took note of our surroundings once again. We were in the right district, I was sure of it. No longer encompassed by the modern structures of the spaceport, I reached out for any lingering sensation of hope, any familiar life forms. Crossing the bridge over the quiet canal, it felt like we had traversed forever.

"We must be reaching the outskirts" I commented. Nothing seemed familiar.

"I have a bad feeling about this place."

I sensed Thoria's unease, but in the corner of my eye she held herself up, composed as ever.

"I'm more worried about the others." My mind went to Fern and Guavo back at the spaceport where they had remained to repair the slight deterioration of the shields on The Vengeance. I looked down at the wrist com Guavo had given me. "For emergencies", he'd said.