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iishamlet · 4 years

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The events following Kylo Ren being stabbed, rebirthing as his former self (Ben Solo) in the waters of Kef Bir and seeking redemption aboard the ship of his father, Han Solo: A Star Wars Fanfic

The cockpit was cold.

That at least, thought Ben Solo, is the same.

He cleared his throat, nervous.

“What was that?” Poe Dameron called from the front of the cockpit – barely looking over his shoulder as lightspeed blurred by in the windows of the Millennium Flacon.

“Nothing,” Ben said, still dripping wet and salt smattered from the oceans of Kef Bir. “Just clearing my throat.”

In the co-pilot’s seat next to Poe, FN-2187 shifted, uncomfortable.

Ben remembered a time where he had sat in that chair as his father took the Flacon to lightspeed. Chewbacca had sat where he was sitting now, but Ben now felt a lot less jovial than Chewy had during those flights.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the wound at his side where Rey had stabbed him. It had been largely cartelized by the lightsaber and the scar itself healed by Rey, but it still hurt.

“Do you have any bacta onboard?”

“What was that?” Poe called again, not even turning his head a little.

Ben opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it. “Never mind.”

FN-2187 was still silent, staring at the dash of the Falcon.

“By the way,” Ben said, this time speaking against his better judgement. “Thanks for the ride. You can drop me off wherever. Coruscant, Kessel, you’re secret resistance base.”

He counted fifteen seconds of silence before adding: “Honestly, whatever works best for you.”

More time passed in silence – only the familiar modulating hum of the Falcon and the blues and greys of hyperspace showed time was passing. As he was sitting there – barely feeling any dryer than before – Ben began observing the interior of the cockpit.

Some nerf herder bypassed the compressor, he thought, noticing a missing modulator.

“Flip that switch for me.”

Ben turned, thinking that someone was speaking to him, but it was just Dameron, telling FN-2187 to push the ship a little harder via one of the levers on the co-pilot’s side of the ship.

“Interesting,” Ben said, without thinking.

Poe fully turned around at that. “What?”

Ben shook his head and looked at the floor.

Don’t force choke them and fly the ship yourself. Don’t force choke them and fly the ship yourself.

When he looked back up, Poe had turned his attention back to hyperspace. FN-2187 seemed to have sunk further down in his chair.

I should tell them, Ben thought. It would be rude not to tell them.

“It’s just not the decision I would have made,” Ben said. “And not the decision I’d have expected from the best pilot in the resistance… might overclock the ship. She’s an antique.”

Poe cleared his throat and cocked his head a little. “Well, I think she’s had some repairs since the last time you were aboard.”

“Uncle Klaud’s efforts?” Ben said, thinking of the slug-like Trodatome who’d been spotted on multiple occasions on board the Falcon over the past few months. “I wouldn’t trust his work…”

“Sorry,” Poe said. “I should trust who?”

“Listen, I understand that was a jab at me,” Ben said, “but Klaud doesn’t have any hands so even his best work tends to be mostly just passable.”

Poe took a long breath, then pointed to the same lever FN-2187 had pressed up earlier.

“Take that up a few notches would you, Finn?”

Finn?

The former stormtrooper complied.

Ben nodded in understanding. “So you’re going by Finn now?”

FN-2187, remained silent.

“Good name,” said Ben. “Strong name. I’m going by Ben now. So… you know, if you pass me in the hallway at the resistance base—”

“We’re not taking you to the resistance base,” Poe said.

“—you can call me Ben… Or Solo… or Mr. Solo even, though Mr. Solo was my father.”

“Yeah,” Poe said, looking back at him again. “How is your relationship with your dad?”

The wound in Ben’s side hurt a little more.

“Okay, I get it,” he said. “You’re mad at me and yeah I did some bad stuff—“

Poe laughed dryly.

“—but in my defense, I had a rough childhood.”

Now FN-2187 spun around in his chair, staring vibroblades at Ben.

“Sorry!?” he spat. “You had a rough childhood?”

Ben had one of a hundred prepared personal anecdotes he was ready to hurl back at the traitorous stormtrooper. But as he opened his mouth to launch into the particular tragedy of his forgotten 12th birthday, he remembered the conditioning chambers aboard the Finalizer.

Now Ben stared at the dash of the Falcon until he felt Finn’s eyes slowly slide off him.

“I mean,” Ben said, at barely a whisper. “It could have been better.”

The ship shuddered as it was taken out of hyperspace. (The kind of shutter Ben associated with an overclocked motivator.) He glanced out the windows.

“You’re dropping me on Corellia?”

“Yep,” Poe said. “It’s where you’re dad’s from right? Thought you might have some family there and I figure they’re probably worried sick about you.”

“Actually,” Ben said – even though he was 90% sure Poe was being facetious—“My closest living family member is on… whatever planet your secret resistance base is located on.”

“Really?!” The mock surprise in Poe’s voice couldn’t be missed as he entered the planet’s atmosphere. “Anyone we know? Anyone you didn’t blow into space?”

“Yes, because, technically, that wasn’t me.”

As Poe landed the ship, he smashed his hand against a button and the sound of the Falcon’s ramp lowering could be heard in back.

For a few more seconds, they all sat in silence.

Poe looked back at Ben again – his shoulder muscles clearly tense. “Well, are you going?”

“Oh… uhm… I guess… I just thought…”

“What?”

“Well, this is my father’s ship... so…”

Silence.

Ben continued. “I know I killed him, but I had a conversation with his memory earlier and we’re totally cool now.”

Poe closed his eyes. “Do you want to keep talking or do you want to get off my ship?”

“Right,” Ben stood up, trying his best to remind himself that he was not Supreme Leader Kylo Ren – feared and dreaded across the galaxy – but cool, smooth talking, regular guy Ben Solo who would never force choke a high ranking resistance officer and a turncoat of the highest order before throwing them through the glass of Han Solo’s ship… no matter how much part of him wanted to.

“When you get back to your secret resistance base,” Ben said before leaving the cockpit, “could you tell my mom where I am so she can pick me up?”

“We’ll think about it,” Poe said. “Now get moving.”

“That was horrible,” Finn said as Kylo left the ship. “He was just looming back there the entire ride.”

“I know, buddy,” Poe said, piloting the Falcon back into the air. “We’ll get out of here and you won’t have to think about it anymore.”

“Say which of us you think he wanted to kill more on three,” Finn said.

In perfect unison the two counted: “One. Two. Three – Me.”

They looked at one another.

“Really?” Poe said.

“I mean,” Finn shrugged, “why would it be you?”

“His mom loves me. Loves me.”

“I used to work for him.”

“He tortured me.”

“He sliced my spine like a stuck gooberfish! The entire trip my spine was tingling, not because I was scared, but because I kept on worrying he’d slice it in half the entire trip!”

Poe nodded in concession. “Okay, yeah that’s fair. Though we did see him throw his lightsaber into the ocean.”

“I don’t care, I’m still not gonna mess with that… We are going to tell the general we left him on Corellia though, right?”

“Course,” Poe said. “She’d want to know.” He flipped a switch and launched them into the cold blue swirl of hyperspace.

#Fanfic #star wars #rise of skywalker #ben solo #sequel trilogy #kylor ren #Poe Dameron #fn-2187 #finn #My Roommate made me write fanfic #I haven't done this in almost a decade #Look what you have wrought

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alderhans · 4 years

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it’s okay everyone the rise of skywalker just takes place the same time thanos snaps his sausage fingers and ben was just dusted to the quantum realm

#tros spoilers #tros leaks #kylor ren #ben solo #reylo #star wars

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Home- Chapter 3 (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x F!Oc)

Words: 2,169

Warning: Curses= Cool stuff

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

“Wow, stop there. Are we going to help them? ” Han growled, nodding. I put my hand on his shoulder and force him away from the boys. “Han, this may come at the hands of the First Order, He could see me! We are risking a lot ”

“Quiet, Kid. That will not happen. We will deliver the droid to Leia and then we will leave”

"Is that your plan?" I ask incredulously.

"Basically."

“Your plans never work, Solo. I have a bad feeling"

"Hey, we won't let him hurt you again, everything will be fine" I raise my eyebrows.

"He could hurt you too, Han"

“I don't believe it, but we will not reach those situations. Come on, Breathe”

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“Chewie, I already told you that I will not. No matter how much you beg,” the Wookie continues to complain, among his growls I can understand that he already wants the bandage removed, even if he still bleeds a little. "I already told you no," I say and then leave the ship.

I walk ignoring Chewbacca and find the pretty planet that already knew, I know that the friend Han was referring to was Maz, I can't wait to see her again. I walk around the falcon to check if it has any other breakdown and when I don't find it I decide to go to the front, where Han and Rey are chatting while they see the lake.

"I was thinking of having more crew, Rey," I stop at Han's words. I frown uncertainly, he had never mentioned that before. “A second officer. Somebody help me. Someone to keep up with Chewie and me and appreciate the falcon”

Wait, what?

"But, I thought Kiara was your second officer," she replies. I am his second officer! "Wait, are you offering me a job?" Her tone changes, she seems excited.

I do not understand what is happening, Han is going to fire me? After so many years? How dare he? And without telling me before.

I feel a terrible pain in my chest and I move back so that I no longer listen to them. Did I do something wrong? I thought that-

In that Chewie and Finn walk out of the ship.

“Chewie," says Han turning "Check the ship," I already did it and he didn't even notice it, of course how was he going to do it? If you are preparing my replacement. I bite my bottom lip, he doesn't trust me anymore?

Ok, I can accept someone else in the crew, it would be great to have another girl on board, especially her, but Han said he needed a second officer. What about me? I’m not good enough, right? I tense my body when I look at Rey. A couple of sounds distract me, BB-8 approaches and tells me that the little stones around me shook for a moment, as if it were a tremor. Oh no.

"It's nothing" I sigh relaxing. "Sometimes it happens" without saying anything else, we all walk towards a construction at the end of the lake.

"Solo, why are we here?" Finn asks.

“To take your droid on a clean ship. The first order must have already detected us, we must change it to protect ourselves. Maz Katana is our best option to bring BB-8 to the resistance.” We arrive at the huge entrance of the building, high decorated with flags, symbols and statues.

"Can we trust her?" Finn asks.

“Relax, kid. She drove this trough for a thousand years.” We climbed the entrance stairs. "Maz is an acquired taste, so let me talk to me"

"Sure, as if that had worked for us before," I say sarcastically.

"Whatever you do, don't stare at it," he adds ignoring me.

“Stare at what?" Rey and Finn ask at the same time making me laugh.

“Nowhere”

The music plays and we find different types of creatures and races, Han and I get ahead, while the other two are admiring the place.

Suddenly we hear a shout "Han Solo!" causing all the attention to be focused on us. Great.

"Hi, Maz," Han says awkwardly. Maz approaches and everyone turns to their own business.

"Where is my boyfriend?" She questions.

“Chewie is working on the Falcon”

"I like that Wookie," She says making me laugh. She notices my presence. "Oh and my dear girl, Kiara," She adds taking my hands.

"It's nice to see you again, Maz," I said, leaning a little toward her small height.

"My pleasure, honey," She says adjusting her huge glasses and returns to Han. "But I assume they aren't here just to say hello." You need something, desperately. Let's get to the point,” She says, gesturing with her hand and walking to a table, we all follow her.

When we sit down, BB-8 tells her why we are here.

"A map? To Skywalker himself?” She laughs, looking at Han and me. "You got into trouble again," she teases.

"Maz, I need you to take this droid to Leia," She thinks.

“No," we all look surprised. "You two have long been escaping this fight. Go home,” I move in my uncomfortable chair.

"Leia doesn't want to see me," Han adds, denying.

"She would kill me if she sees me again," I feel the confused looks of Finn and Rey, but I ignore them.

"What battle?" Rey asks.

"The only battle, against the dark side" oh, here comes "Through time, I saw evil take many forms. The Sith, the Empire. Today the First Order. Its shadow spreads throughout the galaxy. We have to face them”

After that Finn goes defensive saying that no one can against the First Order. Maz analyzes it and notices that this guy just wants to run away. Rey tries to convince him, but he gets up and goes to other creatures that can help him. Rey follows.

"That went well," I say. I look up at the man, "I guess your crew broke again, Solo," I say smiling.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just that you'll still be stuck with me and Chewie"

"What?" He frowns, but then changes to realize, "You heard me talk to Rey,” I clench my teeth.

“When were you going to tell me? Leaving me on some uninhabited planet? ”

"Kid, it's not what you think, I-"

"I know what happens, Han. I'm not 18 anymore." I get up from my chair and walk to the exit.

"Where are you going?"

"You should worry about my replacement," I say and finally leave.

I walk towards the forest, my anger clouds my senses and all I can do is move on without knowing exactly where I'm going.

Among the trees, with my eyes fixated on my feet, my only company is the animals that live there, but the sound of nature is replaced by the same voice that has been chasing me, this time it is not a whisper.

I stop and look up looking around. Then you are a threat, it’s heard as an echo between the trees, followed by the sound of a lightsaber being activated. My head goes in all directions trying to find the origin of the voice, but there is no one else.

The pain in my head interrupts the sounds and every time it is more stabbing, I close my eyes. Now what I can hear is the agitated beat of my heart. My legs fail and I fall to my knees, screaming in pain until a memory comes to my mind.

Smoke enters the cabin causing Kiara to wake up confused. With difficulty, she sits on her bed and begins to cough. She doesn’t understand what is happening, with her sleepy eyes she can see that a powerful light enters the small wooden openings of her cabin. She gets out of bed and without thinking takes her lightsaber and leaves.

Bewilderment and fear govern her surroundings: everything is engulfed in flames, cries of help from their companions are heard in the distance. She looks to her right towards the path of the other cabins, she prepares to go, but a whisper interrupts her, at first she fails to understand and that is when she notices.

"Ben" whispers and looks straight ahead, she must go help others, but he is first. She returns and goes to the road to his friend's bedroom, but finds the cabin completely destroyed, his heart falls to think the worst. She shakes her head and closes her eyes for a moment concentrating on feeling the bond they both share.

"Ben" says in her mind, nothing, "Ben!"

"Kiara, you must come with me,” he replies causing relief in the girl.

"Where are you? You're good? We must help others, someone is destroying everything,” She says and opens her eyes.

"Come with me.”

"Ben, listen to me. Do you know where Luke is?" She returns to the other cabins.

"Stop!" She obeys, scared by the shout, "you must come with me, forget them, everyone is already dead,” She frowns. She can feel the danger everywhere, "Luke is the cause of all this.”

"No, that's not true,” tears fall down her cheeks, "they are screaming, we can still do something"

“Everything is lost, Kiara. Go to the temple entrance. We're both in danger, I won't let Luke hurt you. ”

"No! Enough!" I scream towards the forest and I sit on the ground. My cheeks are wet and my chest rises and falls quickly, "No more tricks!"

Suddenly I hear the sound of engines, I look up and a group of ships cross the sky, they are ships of the First Order.

“BB-8," I clean my face and get up quickly, returning to Maz's building. When I have vision of the entrance, the blaster shots start by making me stop. The ships shoot at the buildings, they all shout and run when they see the stormtroopers.

"We won't get to that," I repeat Han's words. “Sure"

I take out my blaster while I run and shoot the soldiers that I find on my way. In a moment I must hide among a pile of rubble to avoid the shots, only when I think it is convenient, I look out and continue with the fight.

"Where the hell is she?" I hear Han's scream among all the noise.

I look carefully, but I can't see where they are, so I hide and return to the forest, behind a leafy tree. In the distance I see Chewie and Han running in the opposite direction to mine. My next move is to change places, for a shot against my tree stops me and by reflection I bend down, with difficulty I go towards some rocks. Through the small spaces between rocks, I can see four stormtroopers raising their weapons towards my direction. "Shit."

"Will she be the girl they are looking for?" says one of them.

"I don't know, but we must take her"

The girl they are looking for? Rey.

The shots stop and I hear his steps approaching me. I smile at the thought of an idea and keep my blaster behind my pants.

"Please stop," I say, raising my arms out slowly. "Don't hurt me, I'll go with you" Such a good actress.

"Wait for her and warn Kylo Ren,” two of them approach, while another pulls out a small device, and I take advantage of the distraction.

"We have the girl-" I take out my gun and shoot at four. Everyone falls easily.

"No, you don’t.”

Suddenly I hear screams, but this time they sound excited, they are screams of victory in the distance, different ships fly and attack those of the First Order. The resistance.

"Back off!" the soldiers stop attacking and run to their ships.

I run back to the fortress. Several huge pieces of concrete obstruct my path, so I climb one of them to have a better vision and to continue.

Everything changes when my sight falls on a specific enemy ship. The entrance ramp is down and a black figure with a girl in her arms walks towards her.

"Holy Shit,” My feet fail and I fall to the ground covered with debris and glass. I complain when I feel something bury in my back.

"Kid!" Han comes to my side, "Are you alright?"

"My ego hurts right now," I say getting up with his help. When I'm already stable, I don't hesitate to hit his shoulder hard.

"Why was that?" He says complaining. “You should respect your elders, girl”

"Will we just hand them the droid and leave?" I yell at him and he makes a face.

"Did he see you?" He questions worriedly. I shake my head.

"I don’t think so"

"Rey!" We both turn to the other voice. Finn screams at the ship where Kylo Ren entered a few moments ago. Wait, he has Rey and she...

"Oh no…”

"What?" Han asks. My hands shake as I realize.

"I won’t be able to hide anymore"

#ben solo #kylor ren #star wars fanfic #ben solo x reader #twoidiots writing #star wars #home

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skiplo-wave · 4 years

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Kylo: okay turkey all done- Rey...

Rey: Yeah?

Kylo: where’s the turkey.

Rey:.....

Kylo: Rey! WHERES.THE.TURKEY.

Rey: I ate it.

Kylo: THE WHOLE FUCKING THING???

Rey: Of course not the whole thing! The bones were too hard.

Kylo: REY MY PARENTS WILL BE OVER EXPECTING A TURKEY

Rey:....sucks be them. By the way the turkey and stuffing was good :3

Kylo: Rey,,,,

#reylo #kylor ren #rey #happy thanksgiving

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supergirlmiraculous · 4 years

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Ben Solo deserved better!

#rise of the skywalker #ben solo #kylor ren #reylo

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liveblogsandgays · 4 years

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Snape and kylo ren have very similar energies, like they're both very dramatic, self absorbed, powerseekers with cool black robes

#harry potter #HP #Snape #Slytherin #Star wars #SW #Kylor Ren #Ben Solo

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kylosmuffledscreams · 5 years

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I have a few good Star Wars merch that isn’t T-Shirts. lol

#star wars #Kylor Ren #hux #jyn erso #poe dameron #rogue one #cassian andor #rey

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sith-lords-consort · 3 years

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Joint Custody Ch 3

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only The next few seconds pass in a blur. Stumbling to your feet, making a mad dash to the door, hearing nothing but your own heartbeat thudding in your ears and your voice barely audible as you repeatedly waved your hand over the control for the door, repeatedly hearing the error noise, telling you that you didn’t have access to open or close this door. You were mumbling something out in a panicked tone, but it felt more like a string of words that somewhat made sense, not a real sentence.

“I wanna, room, my room, leave, I’m sorry, I, my boss, no pups, no, I want, no, not that, nest, just my nest, just me-”

An invisible force tightened around you, pulling your arms to your sides tightly and pulling you right back to your kneeling position in front of Commander Ren. His modulated voice cracked out from his helmet, much louder than before. “Be still, and be silent.”

In the state you were in, you couldn’t disobey his command. Not with his scent so strong. And some part of your mind, something deeply omega reasoned that Kylo seemed protective of you. Protective enough to choke Ushar over him saying his intentions about you that didn’t align with Kylo’s. And as far as kidnapping and forcing an omega into a relationship went, insisting on you and the bastards they would force on you being provided for was… something. Not kind, but not vindictively awful to you.

“Easy, little one.” Vicrul says, kneeling next to you, one of his hands rubbing over your back in gentle calming circles. “Just breathe for me, can you do that? Just deep breaths, alright?”

“Your loyalty.” Kylo bit out threateningly.

Vicrul removed his hand, pacifying Kylo slightly. “I swear it. As long as I breathe, she’ll want for nothing.”

Kylo turned from Vicrul, towards the other knights. “The rest of you. Now.”

One by one, they came towards you, kneeling next to your immobile form, and pledging their loyalty. Even Ushar, though unlike the others, his eyes held no affection. Numbly, you sat there, letting their wrists rub over the scent glands of your neck, their scents mingling and overpowering yours. Once done, Kylo alone towered over you, waiting as if pondering something, before sitting down once more. His hands went to the sides of his helmet, clicking sounds and then a hiss of air as he lifted it from himself.

Part of you was curious as to what he looked like under this helmet, wondering if there was some grizzled man marked by war. But once the black helmet was gone, what you saw was just a man, a very young man. His face is unmarked by age or violence. Dark, long black hair falling around his face, ears a bit large but symmetrical, a proud nose and hard set jaw. While an air of boyhood still tinted his features, he had the type of face you knew would look more and more classically masculine with age.

His scent hit your nose hard, dark musk mixed with leather and spiced amber. He removed one of his black leather gloves, stretching his arm forward to drag it gently along your neck, his scent somehow cutting through the other alphas just enough for you to differentiate between them.

Something about it all starts to relax you, your breathing finally evening out and your muscles going lax. Kylo must have sensed it, because the invisible bonds holding you in place disappeared. He reached down, his hands sliding under your arms to lift you into his lap, both your legs on one side of his lap, your side pressed into his chest. His chin settled over your head, rubbing against your hair slightly to transfer even more of his scent.

You had heard of omegas getting ‘scent drunk’ the first time they were scent marked by an alpha with a strong scent, and it was no wonder being scent marked by seven alphas caused such a thing to happen to you. You’re not sure you could walk if you tried, your head feeling light and fluffy in the best kind of way, little flutters in your stomach and chest causing you to let out a very happy, loud chirp.

Kylo chuckled, “Feeling better?”

You chirped again, the mood in the room shifting from the tense panic to a calm one.

Kylo’s hand drifted over your neck and you visibly shuddered. Vicrul smirked, “She’s mighty sensitive, ain’t she?”

Kylo’s hand drifted to your chin, angling your face up to look you in the eye, “Can you speak?”

You paused for a moment, trying to figure out what he meant. Speaking? Speak- yes, you knew how to speak, right? You’ve spoken before, surely.

“Ye- yes, sir.” You managed.

“Your pupils are almost completely blown.” He said slowly. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I- nest.” You whispered.

Kylo seemed to understand, standing up with you cradled in his arms and walking you out of the common area and into a bedroom. Even in your state, senses and thought dulled, you could tell it was unused. Kylo set you down on the bed, one so much bigger than your last one. You laid back, stretching out on the bed and rolling around a bit as Cardo and Vicrul carried in your bags, Ap’lek following with your pile of blankets and pillows, setting them down on the end of the bed. Kylo caught you by your feet, tugging you back to the edge of the bed and pulling off your shoes and work jacket before releasing you.

You rolled onto your stomach, crawling over to Cardo and Vicrul and plucking your stuffed tooka cat off of the top of the pile. You hugged it to your chest, nuzzling it for a moment before setting it down at the head of the bed, propped up gently on a pillow. You returned to your blankets, beginning to unfold them and place them around the bed the way you liked.

“Good omega.” Kylo practically purred. “Make your nest for us.”

You chirped again, a small trill following it as the knights began to leave and come back with articles of clothing they had worn recently, each one setting down a used shirt onto the end of your bed which you happily snatched up and added to your nest.

Eventually, it was ready and you dove under the top cover, nuzzling your face into the soft sheets beneath you and pulling your stuffed tooka beneath it with you. Everything around you smelled like pure strong alpha, none of your own scent coming through. The scent alone was so intoxicating and distracting you almost didn’t notice with the knights left, closing your door and leaving you to your rest.

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When you felt the slow creep of consciousness return to you, the first thing you noticed was how warm you were, uncomfortably so. Which was odd, considering that even in your usual bed, with all of your issued blankets, warmth was something you could never get enough of. Cold always managed to creep in somehow, someway. Whoever chose this literal ice cube of a planet to have the First Order’s main base on ought to be fed to rancors, quite frankly.

You wiggled out of your, admittedly, impressive nest, stubbornly bringing your stuffed tooka with you. The cold air of your room now felt more familiar, biting at your slightly sweaty skin until goosebumps arose, causing you to rifle through the pile of blankets and clothing until you found the smallest shirt you could, black and long sleeved like all of them, and tugged it on over your uniform.

You glanced around awkwardly, not really sure what to do. Part of you was glad that, as far as you could tell, you had been left alone for the night. The other part of you was still very aware of what the Knights planned on doing to you, and wanted to run back to your old quarters and hide under the bed. Or maybe jump on a ship and go home to Naboo, and hide under your old bed at your parents house. Either way, you absolutely did not want to stay in this room. However, leaving this room might mean interacting with the Knights.

A light flickered on across the room, and you saw your datapad laying on the dresser, lighting up the otherwise dark room. Picking it up, you saw around 15 messages from Bordi.

Why did the Knights escort you down the hall?

Is everything okay? You had your stuff??

Bitch answer me, I’m eating lunch alone like an idiot!

WHY THE KRIFF IS YOUR ROOM EMPTY!? WHERE ARE YOU!?

I swear to the stars themselves, if they killed you, I’m starting a rumor that they’re all secretly betas who use too much alpha cologne.

Please don’t be dead.

You can’t die, you owe me 20 credits damn it!

You glanced at the time, seeing it was in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe… if you were quiet, and if the Knights were sleeping (as most would be at this time) you could sneak out for an hour or two.

You clicked on Bordi’s contact information, calling him and turning the volume down as much as you could.

Bordi, to his credit, picked up on the second ring, whisper screaming at you immediately. “Where are you!? What happened!? Are you dead!?”

“I’m alive.” You whispered back. “Can you… can you meet me at the cantina?”

Bordi was quiet for a moment. “It’s like, three in the morning.”

“Yes or no.”

“Yeah.” Bordi said after a brief pause. “I’ll be there in like, ten minutes.”

You ended the call, creeping out of your room as quietly as you could. No one seemed to be in the living room, or the kitchen. The door, you knew, would be a challenge. It hadn’t opened for you yesterday, and you doubted anyone had added your biometrics while you slept. A quick wave of your hand over the scanner, followed by a cross sounding beep, confirmed that. Well, being a sort of handyman, you knew other ways.

Your tool kit was still in here, set down right next to the door where you had left it. A quick rummage through produced what you were looking for, a long flat piece of metal that you stuck under the edge of the scanner, popping the metal cover off the wall to reveal the wiring underneath. You used your datapad to light the now exposed wiring, seeing the one you’d have to yank out to get the door to open.

Arms wrapped around your middle, yanking you away from the door and causing you to drop your datapad. A squeal pierced through the room before a hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you further back into the living room until the person holding you sank onto the couch. You ended up in their lap, squirming and trying to get an arm free. Your father had once mentioned something about how to get out of a hold like this. Something about stomping on their foot, or maybe throwing your elbow back into their gut. It could have been both, but you found yourself incapable of doing either.

“Are you done yet?” The man holding you asked, his tone amused as he spoke down to you.

You stopped thrashing, trying to catch your breath as you smelled a warm alpha scent enveloping you. It didn’t smell as strong as yesterday, but that was likely because you were getting used to it.

He seemed to relax as well, his hand leaving your mouth and both his arms wrapping around your middle. You were silent for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, what to do. Vaguely, you can remember one of your professors from university, a mandatory sex ed class, say that omegas thrived off of structure and rules. In situations where there were none, they tended to fall into anxiety induced heats, or worse.

This was a situation so far from rules and structure you weren’t even sure how you were supposed to breathe.

A door opening jolted you out of your panic, and your head jerked to the side to see Vicrul walking into the room. His eyes locked onto you and the mystery man holding you, a frown spreading over his face.

“Kriffing hell, it’s-” He cut himself off, head turning to the only clock, one on the far wall of the kitchenette. “Three am? You can’t hog her already, Ap’lek.”

The alpha holding you, Ap’lek, apparently, chuckled. He leaned closer to the back of your head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You should be thanking me for snatching her up. Little omega here was trying to make a break for it… she’s got a bit of a wild streak.”

Vicrul’s frown deepened for a moment, looking over to the door to see the mess you had made of the panel, and then back to you. “Master Ren is going to want to know.”

The mention of him made your blood run cold in your veins. “No!”

Vicrul was about to respond but you cut him off. “I wasn’t- I mean it’s not like I was gonna run away. I was just going to the cantina with a friend.”

“A friend?” Ap’lek questioned.

“Yes, my friend- an omega friend.” You clarified.

They glanced at each other and you hurriedly pointed to your datapad, “Messages, you can check my messages! I just made a call to him a minute ago.”

Vicrul scooped your datapad off the ground, scrolling through your messages and call history. From your device’s profile of his contact info, Vicrul would be able to see his full name, presentation, where he worked, and more. The com links and data pads the First Order issued for its employees came preprogrammed with the contact information of your coworkers, direct supervisor, and sometimes the supervisors of other similar squadrons. For instance, yours had the supervisors contact info for three other maintenance squadrons. That way, in case your supervisor was sick or dead, you could still report in and go to work.

Vicrul looked at Ap’lek, “Checks out. I don’t quite like how he’s been blowing your datapad up, though. Seems clingy.”

Ap’lek shrugged, jostling you a little. “If he’s an omega, that’s normal. Probably freaked out cause we snatched his little friend up. Send the poor thing a message she won’t be coming, would ya?”

Victul grunted, typing out something you were almost certain was short and rude and sending it to Bordi. “There. Now, Ap’lek, have you fed her yet?”

“Mm, no.” Ap’lek said. “I think she just woke up.”

As if on cue, you felt your stomach clench uncomfortably at the mention of food. It had been almost twenty-four hours since you had last eaten. Even though you had mostly slept, you were famished.

Vicrul and Ap’lek chuckled at the growls coming from your gut, Ap’lek running a hand across your stomach, rubbing little circles over it. “Is it wrong that I feel like running off into a jungle somewhere and dragging back some beast to roast?”

“I think that’s somewhat normal.” Vicrul joked, walking past the two of you towards the kitchen. “But impractical. I think I’ll just hunt through the fridge.”

It’s easy to zone out as Vicrul bustles around the kitchen, pulling premade meals out of cabinets, asking questions about your allergies, preferences of flavor, questions you answered with short answers, one worded when you were able.

Every word that came out of you seemed to make Ap’lek pull you closer, his touches becoming sweeter, his lips constantly pressed to your ear. No words came from him, just lingering and soft grazes of his lips on the outer shell of your ear, his fingertips barely brushing against the hemline of your shirt, a silent threat of lifting it up hanging over you.

As the smell of steam that usually released from those pre packaged meals that heated quickly once you removed the tab wafted through the air, you felt your stomach gnawing at itself. You had practically lived on those meals in college, and you had literally lived on them in boot camp. You remember feeling bad for the spec ops troopers, who had been told to hunt and forage for their provisions for weeks at a time while you had been able to just pull a tab on a cardboard box, and open it two minutes later to find the chemical reactions had left you with a rehydrated a semi-hot plate of mushy rice, bland vegetables, and the worst maybe-meat you had ever had.

The idea of eating one right now wasn’t exactly appealing, but the cafeteria wasn’t going to be open for two more hours, and your stomach was about to digest itself.

“Why is it so fucking loud in here!? Who the fuck is cooking!?” Came an irritable voice. As another door leading to one of the bedrooms wooshed open, a pissed off Ushar with bed head storming out. He glared right at Vicrul, then his gaze shifted to Ap’lek, then you. Against your better judgment, you met his gaze and felt an involuntary shiver crawl up your spine. His eyes were intense, a hateful bitterness there that felt more icy and desolate than the planet you resided on.

All it took was his eyebrows narrowing a bit more than they already were to have you averting your gaze, angling your head to the side out of an instinct to submit to him. You weren’t one to go out of your way to bow your head to every alpha who growled at you, but you also knew refusing to do so to an alpha who was legitimately a threat, as all the alphas in your new living quarters were, wouldn’t give you anything. At most, if they didn’t attack or kill you to make a point, you’d get some hollow victory for sticking to your guns. Not worth it, most of the time.

Once your act of submission registered, Ushar just grunted and walked to the kitchen, starting the caf machine with tense movements and his agitation slowly going from a boil to a simmer.

Vicrul walked over with the cardboard boxed meal, offering it to you. Ap’lek loosened his grip enough for you to grab it from Vicrul, immediately beginning to shovel the food into your mouth. You knew, logically, you had definitely eaten better meals, but at that moment, you could have sworn that box of tough beef strips and mushy broccoli was the best thing you had ever eaten.

Ap’lek switched your positions around, letting you sit fully upright to eat, and simply sat beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders. Vicrul sat on your other side, mostly keeping his hands to himself as he turned on the holonet to a sports channel featuring some kind of ranked fighting matches. You watched a little, not really into what the commentary was, but you were secure enough to admit that two alphas fighting in a non-lethal way was nice to watch. It made you wonder why there were so many strip clubs with omega and softer looking betas made to entice alphas, but no one had cashed in on the idea of doing something similar with alpha entertainers for omegas. You knew if there was a place omegas could go to watch alphas wrestle each other, maybe covered in oil, speedos only, you and Bordi would be there every weekend.

You made a mental note to text Bordi about that later. You and him sometimes joked about businesses you would start after you finished your contracts with the First Order. A Loth Cat breeding ring doubling as a traveling circus was Bordi’s most recent joke business venture.

“Surprised this is on this early.” Ap’lek commented as you polished off your cardboard tray.

“Reruns.” Vicrul answered. “Haven’t seen this match though, my money’s on the guy in red shorts. Why do you think, gorgeous?”

His hand fell to your thigh, giving a playful squeeze that damn near made you jump out of your skin. The small squeal you let out was met with laughter from Vicrul, followed by Ap’lek’s face pressing into the side of your neck, nuzzling teasingly.

“Is Vicrul scaring you, angel?” Ap’lek asked, his tone slipping between teasing and condescending like a Hutt slipping through swamp water.

Ushar grunted from the kitchen, “Does this have to happen in the living room? Where I also reside? Where I eat?”

“You can leave.” Ap’lek suggested, no anger to be found behind his words. “We were here first so-”

“Why the fuck is the door broken?” Came a grumpy voice, muddled with sleep as a towering giant of a man lumbered into the living room, rubbing at his eyes and pushing his tousled black hair out of his face.

Fearing Kylo Ren’s reaction to learning you had tried to leave while they slept, a fearful chirp left you, making Kylo’s head snap to the side, pinning you with his gaze as he realized what had happened.

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