UnderCovers

Do With Her as You See Fit

You looked at Kylo Ren with wide eyes, willing yourself to stop trembling before him. He had been staring at you through the cold, dead visor of his helmet since the medical team left, and had only spoken to call you a slut.

Finally, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to speak. "What are you going to do with me now?" You asked, hoping the question wouldn't make him angry.

To your surprise, he actually responded. "I'm going to take you my master, Supreme Leader Snoke. You will be my apprentice, and I will train you in the ways of the force— I just need his approval first." You sat there on the table staring at him, still in a little bit of shock. Ren reached out a gloved hand to you, and you instinctively flinched, realizing too late that he was offering to help you down from the table instead of probing your mind. He slowly lowered the hand to his side, and despite hating the man, you felt a little guilty.

"I... I'm sorry," you stammered, "I thought you were going to-"

"I know. It doesn't matter. Come with me, I'm taking you to see Supreme Leader Snoke," Kylo Ren said, cutting off your half-hearted apologies. He started towards the door, and you hurriedly slid off of the table and quickened your steps to keep up with his long strides. To your chagrin, you found yourself watching his rear end as the two of you walked, appreciating what you saw. Stop it, he'll turn around and catch you looking, you thought, internally reprimanding yourself.

Ren led you through the deep, dark hallways of Starkiller Base, taking a path that was obviously unfamiliar to you. Though you tried your best to keep track of each turn, you were unable to make an accurate map of the base in your head due to Kylo Ren's quickening pace. That, and the high amount of turns that he was taking. Finally, he stopped in front of a massive door, and you nearly crashed into him for the second time that day.

He suddenly turned to face you. "Say nothing unless you are spoken to. Also, make sure to kneel when I kneel. The Supreme Leader can tear you apart with a single thought, regardless of your bloodline. You don't want to give him a reason to do so. I... I want you alive after this. So do what he says, and no harm will come to you." You wanted to process what he said, wanted to think about what it meant when he said that he wanted you alive. However, you didn't get the chance. As soon as he had finished speaking to you, Ren pivoted and pushed the large, inky black doors open. You had no choice but to follow him as he entered the enormous dark room, walking down the aisle that eventually led to a giant throne.

Something flickered to life on the throne, and you soon realized that it was Supreme Leader Snoke himself. You were glad that he wasn't there in the flesh, and that it was just a holographic projection. However, you didn't doubt that he was capable of using the force on you. That was terrifying. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ren stop walking and kneel. You quickly did the same, most likely bruising your knee in the process of dropping to the ground.

Snoke's holograph began speaking. "Kylo Ren, what have you dragged in here this time? Explain yourself, boy. You know I don't approve of you bringing in unimportant, uninvited guests." His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you could tell that he was truly evil. You wanted nothing to do with this man. 

Ren cleared his throat, and you wondered if he was nearly as nervous as you were feeling. "Supreme Leader. I have had strong feelings indicating that this girl might be force sensitive. I took the liberty of running a blood test a few minutes ago, and found that her midichlorian levels are off the charts. 14,500 was the exact count."

Snoke eyes finally rested on you, and your gaze quickly darted to the ground. You did not want this monster's scrutiny. "Interesting... if I remember correctly, your midichlorian count is only 13,500. Is that correct, Kylo Ren?" What?! This was news to you-- you had assumed that your midichlorian count would be insignificant compared to Ren's, but that apparently wasn't the case. Somehow, to your shock, your blood contained more midichlorians than Kylo Ren's.

By the change in his tone, you could tell that Ren was not happy about this fact. "Yes, Supreme Leader. That is correct," he responded, seemingly irritated. You noticed him start to clench and unclench his fists from your position slightly behind him. Snoke waved a hand, somehow sensing that Ren had more to say. "There was another thing," continued Kylo Ren, "we ran an ancestry test on her blood and determined that she is a direct descendant of Obi-Wan Kenobi. His granddaughter, to be exact."

You took a fluttering breath. Every time your newfound heritage was brought up, anxiety coursed through your entire body. You found yourself questioning if any of this was even real, or if you were simply dreaming. You didn't dare move to pinch yourself though, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary. It was still difficult to believe that Obi-Wan Kenobi, a powerful Jedi Knight, was your grandfather. And here you were, oblivious to that fact for all of your life... until now. 

Snoke leaned forward in his massive throne, his disfigured body becoming closer than you'd ever want, assuming you had a say in things. You didn't want to look at his disfigured face, but somehow your eyes were drawn to him and you were unable to look away. "Now this is quite interesting. Ren, you are to train her as your apprentice and do with her as you see fit. I want her to be trained in the ways of the force," he said, to your immediate horror. "Dismissed."

Against your will, your entire body began to tremble and you were unable to stand up even though Kylo Ren had already risen. "Don't be afraid," Ren said to you as he once again stretched out his gloved hand. Although you had no desire to take his hand, you knew you were unable to get up of your own will. You wanted nothing more than to leave that awful room; you wanted to leave Snoke's eerie gaze as quickly as possible. Gritting your teeth, you took Kylo Ren's hand, feeling his warmth through the glove. It wasn't unpleasant, actually. It helped remind you that this man before you was human, just like you. "Can you walk on your own?" he asked, likely noticing that you were shaking even more. You shook your head tersely. 

To your surprise, Ren gently took your elbow instead of leaving you there to rot. He led you out of the room, ensuring that your wobbly legs wouldn't suddenly give out beneath you. How can he be so cruel, yet so gentle also?  You wondered as the two of you walked the corridors of Starkiller Base. He still hadn't taken his hand from you. For some reason, you didn't want him to release your arm, and you were glad that he held onto you until the two of you were standing outside of your personal living quarters.

"Take the rest of the day off. Your training will begin tomorrow, but don't show up to work. I will retrieve you from your quarters," said Commander Ren as he finally released your arm. 

"Yes, Commander. Understood," you responded, fully expecting him to leave as you punched in the code to open your door. However, when you looked over your shoulder, he was still standing there at the threshold. "Um... sir?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "what is your name?" His voice seemed smaller, maybe even a bit ashamed. You held back a laugh, it seemed funny that he would go to the trouble of testing your blood before asking your name. Usually, it was the other way around. You could have ignored him, though it likely wouldn't have gone well for you. Instead, you looked directly into the visor of his helmet and answered the question, hoping that it wasn't a mistake to give him your name. He nodded, seeming satisfied, then turned and walked away. 

The door slid shut behind you as you stepped into your quarters and flung yourself onto the bed. You were still attempting to process the day's events as you got up and went to the small dresser, intending to grab the secret communicator you kept hidden in a drawer. You used the communicator to send encrypted messages to the Resistance, detailing what you had learned about the enemy during your stay at Starkiller Base. 

Your thoughts were swirling around you head as you typed a message detailing what had occurred that day. You were confirmed to have the potential of being a Jedi. Obi-Wan Kenobi was your grandfather. You had met the Supreme Leader himself, and lived to tell the tale. And now, to your horror, Kylo Ren would be training you to be the thing you feared most: a Jedi killer and enemy to the Resistance. Unfortunately, you were so distracted by your thoughts that you forgot to encrypt the data before sending it. Instead of sending a coded message to the Resistance, you had made the data available to whatever prying eyes would no doubt intercept the message. You wouldn't realize this until it was too late, though, as you went to bed that night not realizing that anything was wrong.