A Seam Within the Galaxy • Kylo Ren

Ch.23

"You believed me to be the spy?" I breathed out to my droid, who still manned the ship from the pilot's seat. His fidgeting alludes to the fact that if his face was ever able to hold an expression, in this moment, he would be visibly anxious.

"Not long." He cuts in with a few messy beeps, ashamed of his prior thoughts all those months ago. A light smirk tugs on my lips as I shake my head. As jittery and anxious the droid was, he was also very, very smart. I had assumed he would have apprehended Kaz from the get-go, never having taken an interest in her to begin with.

"I see, only a short amount of time then." I laugh inwardly, cocking my head into my seat to better stare at him. "What about me had fit the bill?" I ask of him. His head swivels with anticipation, choosing his words carefully.

"Ability like Commander." He sounds off to me. His mechanical arm shoots out of the compartment on his chest, the retractable claw opening similar to how mine does when I wield the force to move something, like a door or my boots from the floor. I suck in my lip in admiration of the droid, noticing I had force abilities, even doubting if I was the spy, but never doing anything about it.

"That's fair." I admit to him, reaching my arm out to him with the force and rotating the seat the droid occupied 360 degrees. I face him back to me and he beeps in acknowledgement, very amused and interested in my abilities. "Yes. Strong."

I relax my arm back at my side, snuggling closer into my seat and bringing my legs up to my chest, cradling my chin on my knees as the side of my face leaned against the seat. "Why didn't you ever turn me in? You had enough reason to."

My droid is quiet for a moment, thinking to himself, the inner fans located in the center of his metal body beginning to whir a bit louder. The fans cool down his intricately crafted motherboard that powered him, in a way, cooling himself down from his own racing mind. We were more alike than most understood.

"New owner. Don't want that."

I throw my head back and laugh at his little comment, hearing his own tiny string of beeps singing through the air, his own way of mimicking my laughter. I wiped my eyes of the small, trace amount of tears that had beaded up within my waterline, releasing a light breath of air as I recalled his answer. "I understand, getting to know a new owner would not be ideal for you, would it?" I chuckle. The two of us were too closely bound, his tiny body rolling around my boots to follow mostly everywhere I went.

"I suppose you'd get along just fine with Leira, or Jado. They wouldn't be so bad. Hopefully not the General or Admiral Kent, you're far too smart for the likes of them." I muse outward to him, going down the list of people he would surely cower beneath a table in the presence of, understandably.

"Commander Ren."

I frown at the droid's sudden mention, my mind sidestepping to previous ways of thinking, entertaining the idea of him for just a mere second before wiping the slate clean. Moving on. I nod somberly, letting my eyes roam to appreciate the flashes of light passing by, the stars and planets we roamed beyond, decorating the windshield as our own personal lightshow, casting strips of light to hit the floor and illuminate the room.

"Too sad. Would miss Margot."

I beam toward him, possibly brighter than the stars and planets surrounding us, my bottom lip crinkling inward. "I would miss you too, immensely." I tell him, filling him in on matters I hope he understood on his own. The room feels warm despite its usual chill, feeling more in sync with my droid than I could with most people. I let the nice feeling ring out around us for a few moments more before understanding we were approaching the planet of Hoth, rising to my feet to look at the control panel.