"Only in the darkness can you see stars."
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It has been six years since Ben Solo succumbed to his fate and betrayed the Jedi Order after being seduced by the Dark Side. With the aid of his immense power, the First Order has cast a shadow over the g...
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My vision is blurred in the edges with rage. I tear through the corridor, my destination more or less set clear in my mind.
I'm leaving.
Nothing is holding me back now. I can't stand to be near Kylo for another moment- I can't even look at him.
Although I'm not sure of the exact location, I know who I'm looking for. I will be going somewhere that I should have a long time ago.
It's time that I finally, truly join the ranks of the Resistance.
I punch a passcode into the security pad next to my newly issued quarters. As soon as I slip inside, I start to quickly pack a small amount of my crucial belongings that aren't truly my belongings. My security enhanced holo. Rations I'd convinced Freddie to steal for me from the kitchens stashed beneath my bed. A compact blaster I'd influenced a trooper to turn over to me through mind tricks. As I'm digging through my drawers for articles of clothing, I come across the lilac sweater. Making a face, I cross the room and stuff it down the garbage chute.
As I'm twisting my hair into practical braids, scheming on how I could acquire a substantial amount of credits so that I could sustain myself for a short period of time, the door slides open unexpectedly.
I glower at the newcomer through the mirror, but am fully surprised when I don't catch sight of Kylo.
Instead, Perseo stands, alone. He raises his finger over his mask to where his lips would be, to signal that I should keep quiet. Because I'm curious, I do.
He crosses the room, and I don't miss the way he slams the door shut again with the Force.
"Where are you going?" He asks, finally. I turn the question over in my head, entirely convinced that there was no way I could give up the true answer. Although he had been nothing but kind to me in all of our dealings, he was still here, in black cloaks, the hilt of a lightsaber resting at his hip that undoubtedly glowed crimson.
"It would be easier on both of us if you just told me the truth." He presses further, and I get the prickling feeling that he had sensed the doubt conflicting my thoughts. This is no weak force user, I decide. He was trained by someone very intelligent, and very powerful.
"How do I know that you wouldn't betray me?" I argue, thinking of Kylo and that horrid mask. Why would a knight of Ren do anything but disobey his leader?
"You're planning to seek out the Resistance." Perseo discovers, stepping closer. I try to cover the disorientation on my face that threatens to deceive me, but I know he still catches it when his modifier lets out something resembling a bark of laughter.
"Are you gonna kill me, then?" I sigh, angry at myself for how easily I'd been discovered. I'd been trained since I was a little girl to be able to mask my true intentions, and somehow I'd failed myself again.
