May as Well be Auri
moonchild
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The world shifted into place with an air of aggression, driving Kylo Ren from a rare moment of peace and into something harsh, stark, and painful. He hardly had a moment to register where he was before the weight of his situation crashed down over his mind, tightening his chest, closing his throat, and forcing his body to tense like he was trying to support a mountain.
He had failed; let the girl go, let the map go, and allowed everything Snoke had worked for to crumble to pieces around him.
The guilt was crushing, suffocating, and highly dangerous. It only took an instant for his mind to flip it into anger; to turn the weapon against himself into one against the world.
Without a spared moment, he was off the bench he'd been lying on and reaching for his Saber. His fingers grasped at only air, and Kylo's rage grew, fed by the weight of his loss and helplessness. Searching for a target, Kylo focused his gaze on one of the ship's seats and tore it from beneath a First Order officer he didn't care to recognize. It rocketed through the cramped space, and smashed to pieces against the opposite wall. Another followed, and a third was well on it's way before Kylo hit the ground, and the sudden lack of air in his lungs forced him to refocus.
A man was on top of him, terrified but dutiful; he intended to stop Kylo, save his ship and his men, and prevent the knight from causing himself any more harm. Kylo's fingers formed the shape of his throat and constricted. He heard the sound of his own rage-filled screams blend into the officer's desperate choking, then narrowed his eyes, and focused the brunt of his fury on the task he'd set for himself. When the officer's body went limp atop his own, Kylo rolled him off and stood.
His world swayed, flickered, and grew fuzzy around the edges. Suddenly feeling miles from his senses, Kylo sat hard on the bench he'd risen from just moments ago. His fingers went to his side, and when he pressed, his body was flooded with the reminder of what he'd gone through; the defector had shot him. His father was gone. The girl had defeated him, marred his features with a weapon she knew nothing about. He drew in an unsteady breath, and swept a dangerous gaze around the ship's cabin, stilling anyone who thought they might dare touch him.
"Where is my mask?" He growled, eyes settling on a familiar face. "Hux, I expected you would have thought to save something so monetarily significant. Though, I suppose there's far more you'll have to replace, now." He grinned, realized his mistake, then stifled the expression and peered through one of the ship's windows. Ideally, the display of humanity would be forgotten.
"Deep space." He observed, "What is our destination?"
The world shifted into place with an air of aggression, driving Kylo Ren from a rare moment of peace and into something harsh, stark, and painful. He hardly had a moment to register where he was before the weight of his situation crashed down over his mind, tightening his chest, closing his throat, and forcing his body to tense like he was trying to support a mountain.
He had failed; let the girl go, let the map go, and allowed everything Snoke had worked for to crumble to pieces around him.
The guilt was crushing, suffocating, and highly dangerous. It only took an instant for his mind to flip it into anger; to turn the weapon against himself into one against the world.
Without a spared moment, he was off the bench he'd been lying on and reaching for his Saber. His fingers grasped at only air, and Kylo's rage grew, fed by the weight of his loss and helplessness. Searching for a target, Kylo focused his gaze on one of the ship's seats and tore it from beneath a First Order officer he didn't care to recognize. It rocketed through the cramped space, and smashed to pieces against the opposite wall. Another followed, and a third was well on it's way before Kylo hit the ground, and the sudden lack of air in his lungs forced him to refocus.
A man was on top of him, terrified but dutiful; he intended to stop Kylo, save his ship and his men, and prevent the knight from causing himself any more harm. Kylo's fingers formed the shape of his throat and constricted. He heard the sound of his own rage-filled screams blend into the officer's desperate choking, then narrowed his eyes, and focused the brunt of his fury on the task he'd set for himself. When the officer's body went limp atop his own, Kylo rolled him off and stood.
His world swayed, flickered, and grew fuzzy around the edges. Suddenly feeling miles from his senses, Kylo sat hard on the bench he'd risen from just moments ago. His fingers went to his side, and when he pressed, his body was flooded with the reminder of what he'd gone through; the defector had shot him. His father was gone. The girl had defeated him, marred his features with a weapon she knew nothing about. He drew in an unsteady breath, and swept a dangerous gaze around the ship's cabin, stilling anyone who thought they might dare touch him.
"Where is my mask?" He growled, eyes settling on a familiar face. "Hux, I expected you would have thought to save something so monetarily significant. Though, I suppose there's far more you'll have to replace, now." He grinned, realized his mistake, then stifled the expression and peered through one of the ship's windows. Ideally, the display of humanity would be forgotten.
"Deep space." He observed, "What is our destination?"