The smooth, charcoal grey fabric of your officer's uniform worked well to shield your eyes from the stray sparks caused by Kylo's destructive outburst. The shadows of the console room danced from side to side as he swung his cross guarded lightsaber, savoring each moment it sliced through the warm metal of the navigational systems.

"Calm down." You called out, knowing that you would be the only person capable of stopping his wake of destruction. Still his arms rose and fell, each time slicing effortlessly through something else paramount to the running of the ship. "STOP!" You shouted out during a rare interval. He turned with his blade still ignited, his will still eager to turn the place to ash. "Look at what you are doing." You marched forward and against little resistance pulled the helmet from his head to reveal Kylo with a menacing grin, illuminated in a scarlet hue.

"I can break what I want, do not forget who all of this belongs to. Speak out of line and I'll have you thrown into the trash compactor." You knew he had to keep up the appearances whilst in presence of others, but Kylo would never hurt you, no matter how angry or hateful he became. "I'll get the technicians to come and replace them, it will have no effect on this ship, on my ship."

Gently you placed his helmet by your side and slowly reached out as the blade of his saber slid back into the handle. Reluctantly he handed over the hilt, he easily could have used his strong connection with the force to simply pull it from your belt miles away, yet he never did.

"DAMN IT!" After one final, room shaking slam of his hands on the console his head hung low and his hands ran through his damp, dark hair.

"What happened?" You asked, edging closer to him as he began to soothe. "Is it the resistance?"

"The problem is that I have a crew, each member of said crew surprises me each day with their insolence and their inability to complete a task as asked." He spoke through gritted teeth and with clenched fists.

"It will all be okay." You cupped his head in your hand and let it hang. "Let me handle the inadequacies of your people, you just worry about crushing those fools masquerading as heroes. I will handle everything else, my love."

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Written by Aaron.