Affixed |Kylo Ren x Reader|

~Before The Fireplace~

TW: graphic depictions of war/injuries/death.

The coppery red swirl of the planet Atollon comes into view the moment the Command Shuttle makes its leap from Hyperspace. You gaze down at the surface, brows already knit together in concern. The quick debriefing you had received on the Finalizer hadn't been much help to soothe your nerves.

From what you had heard, Atollon was a hellscape. Hot and dry; the humidity during the day being unbearable. At night, the temperature would drop and an icy sheen would fall over the habitable surface. With its low population, there were no major cities or ports. Just broken little villages scattered all around the heat giant. It had been the location of a Rebellion base before Imperial forces took their victory.

Now it would be the location of yet another war.

It had been a long time since you were subjected to the horrors of battle. The fight on Mustafar had been more of an excursion; its people being too uncivilized to be a proper threat. Their outdated weaponry hadn't stood a chance. But now that the Resistance had made its resurgence? You would have to be more cautious.

The ship jolts as it passes through the clouds, prompting you to grab the thigh of the man sitting beside you. Kylo Ren's masked face tilts towards you, black and silver glimmering in the dim light. You wished you could see his eyes. As you glance out of the port window again, you feel an odd rush of disappointment. Atollon was much more desolate than you had been expecting. Just endless plains of oddly shaped rocks and sand. A lonely painting splashed with hues of red and copper.

Not long after, a village comes into sight. Small, as expected, and abandoned. Despite its size and lack of purpose, Atollon supported the Order. Its people had been urged to briefly relocate until the battle was over. They had willingly left their homes behind for Order occupation. That, you decided, was much better than sleeping in the shuttle again.

The ship touches down smoothly in the sand, allowing for everyone inside to rise. The accompanying officers wait respectfully for you and Kylo to descend the ramp first, before following suit shortly after. Heat blasts into your face the moment your feet hit the sand. You shift uncomfortably in your black robes as the sun beats down on you. Absolutely unbearable.

Without hesitation, you work to strip down a few layers. The officers' heads immediately snap towards you, watching in an entranced state of awe as article after article of clothing hits the sand. You stand devoid of armor for the time being; a mere tight black shirt with thin straps stretched over your skin remains. You had been wise to wear the long skirt with two slits down the sides, showing off your legs beneath the sun. Kylo glares at the officers from beneath his mask as he places a possessive hand on your lower back, giving you a small push in the opposite direction.

Your boots sink into the sand as you approach the makeshift base already set up in the center of the village. There was no word to describe a place as small as this. Ten homes must have sat across from one another; scattered around haphazardly. The village had been surrounded by transports carrying Stormtroopers, special forces, and strategic officers. The commanding men were already huddled around a map of this sector, pointing out weaknesses and defense points.

They snap to attention as Kylo approaches. You could sense their weariness of their menacing Supreme Leader. Kylo's cloak billows and flaps in the warm wind as he approaches; fists balled tightly at his sides. The men stare at you shamelessly, as though they hadn't seen a woman in years. Swines.

This, however, does not go unnoticed by Kylo. He grows more tense, if that was even possible, as he leans over the table to study their plans. Had he been a dog, he'd have been growling by now. He stands impossibly close to you, trying his best to display possessiveness without actually touching you. It seems to work well enough, at least for a few moments.