Double Agent |Kylo Ren|

02 - A Jedi's Unusual Request

The first thing I wake up to is an entirely different scenery.

For one thing, I am no longer outside, breathing fresh air. Instead, I'm stuck in a metallic room, and I'm strapped to a very cold, metallic chair. My body still tingles a little bit in places. Damn stun.

When I find those troopers—well, when I find a trooper in general—I am going to kick ass.

Okay, Amara. Okay. Normally you'd want to free yourself and run by now. That's not an option. You're in. Now, you wait.

I don't expect troopers to interrogate me, but I do expect them to relay our incident to the higher ups. That's what will get him here, if not the troopers showing him my lightsaber. Though he may not know it's mine specifically, I doubt he would write off a Jedi as unworthy of his time.

I can hear Cayden's chiding voice in my head right now. Amara Galavan, you're officially an idiot. Congratulations, you got yourself captured! You want your death sentence next? Cause it's sure going that way!

Man, his voice in my head is just as annoying as if he were actually with me right now.

I do admit I'm a bit lonely in this room, with nobody to talk to, or annoy. I'm left to my own devices to entertain myself until someone comes along to give me company. Normally I wouldn't mind being alone, I'm at my best when I am. It was critical at the Jedi Academy. If anyone so much as distracted me, let's say I never gave them the best choice in words.

My head perks up at feeling the presence grow stronger. He's coming. Though instinct tells me to fight, break free, and run, I don't. Don't resist. Convince. Earn his trust.

The presence, as dark as it feels, is also cold. Like once the door in front of me opens, it will freeze and shatter upon one single touch.

When the door opens, I'm blowing my wispy blonde hair out of my mouth. My brows rise in surprise at the cloaked black figure that saunters in. No blade is at his side, so already this is going good for me. Though he hides his face with a mask, it's with a heavy heart that I know who this is.

The question is: is he going to remember me?

A better question: will he acknowledge who I am?

His breathing through the mask quickly gets on my nerves.

"Finally, I've got a visitor!" I chime in fake cheer. "I was beginning to think you were going to let me rot in this chair. What, now you're the strong, silent type? Does that come with the all black getup?"

"You know why you're here." His voice is very distorted, being filtered through the mask.

"I do." I nod once. "Do you?"

"You killed some of my men."

"Incorrect."

"What?"

"You were told what I made them believe. I never actually killed a trooper, though I was highly considering punching one in the helmet for stunning me. Can you really rely on your men when their minds have been tampered with? They're just low ranking pieces in your order, after all."

"For someone who is a prisoner, you're awfully—"

"I'm sorry," I cut him off, "I can't do this. You gotta take the mask off, your breathing through it is obnoxious. Whoa, hey, hey, it's a fact!" He takes a few strides so now his mask is inches away from touching my nose. "You can't enjoy that thing. Do us both a favor and remove it."

"I won't."

"What if I said 'please'?"

He snorts through his mask, stepping back. "Why are you really here?"

"Well, since you so kindly asked, I..." Here comes a bit harder of a task: saying the fake reason. If he senses I'm deceiving him, I'm finished. He'll definitely have reason to kill me after I've basically insulted him.

He leans in, curious.

"All right, let's cut the crap. I know who you are, you know who I am, if not what I am. We know what's happened to the Jedi and...and who was responsible. I...I don't want to live in hiding anymore. I want to be somebody again. I want to be out of the shadows. I'm asking...for you, somebody, to...to train me."

"Purposely getting yourself arrested and taken prisoner is an awful lot to go through just to ask for training." The more he talks through the mask, the more my annoyance level rises. "Why go to all the trouble?"

"Training requires dedication. This is dedication."

"It's very unusual."

"Yes, well, we live in an unusual galaxy where people can wield light sticks and continue a war that seems to go on forever." I shrug. "So, when do I start?"

"You think you can just walk into here and assume you'll get what you want? Do you know nothing of the world?"

"I do. I know a lot of other things. I know that you haven't once asked for my name since I got here, but I know that you know me. You haven't pried into my head, which I thank you for—though I may have just given you the idea. Crap." I cringe. "I know who you are behind that mask. And you still haven't removed it, so your breathing and now your voice are irritating."

"And why should I believe a Jedi's words?"

"Because you used to, back when you were one yourself." I feel his anger spike through the Force. Easy, Amara. "And I wouldn't have gone to these lengths to get here if I wasn't serious. So, how about it? Just like old times?"

He paces, all I can do is watch. I'm sure he's debating killing me, his anger has not lessened since I stopped talking. There's a chance he may be considering invasion of privacy and peeking into my head. Or there's a chance that he's willing to believe me. He believed me with other things. Why would this be any different?

I guess coming from his perspective it is a little shady as to why a Jedi would request training to go to the Dark Side.

"Don't leave me in suspense, that's just rude," I say to him. "It's not proper hospitality, even if I am imprisoned."

He finally stops his ridiculous pacing. I can't lie, I am a bit nervous about what he is going to say. I need just a little more luck. Another in.

"It will not be up to me to decide," he says ominously. "I'll be back for you." He heads for the door, which begins to open.

"Wait!" He stops. "Don't you want to keep me company a little longer?"

"If you want company, I can send in some of my men. They aren't very good conversationalists."

"You're not much better."

He doesn't offer me a quip back, he makes his way out the door. Just as it shuts, I feel my chest loosen up a bit. But realization strikes me. Ben Solo—because I refuse to acknowledge him as Kylo Ren—does not decide whether I live or die here.

Supreme Leader Snoke does.

**Since I've given y'all a few chapters to settle in with Amara, first impressions on our insane little girl who wants to rescue her friend?**