"No, no, no!" You slammed your fist down on to the dashboard, panicking on what to do.

You were caught in a First Order's star destroyer tractor beam, your ship being pulled into its boarding station.

You pressed a button on your comlink, trying to let the rest of the Rebel fleet know what was going on.

"Poe!" you shouted into the comlink, frantically looking at your surroundings. "I'm being pulled into the tractor beam! Help me!"

You had just had a full-scale battle in space with the First Order, and the Rebel fleet were retreating back into light speed. Surely someone would help you out.

"I'm... I'm sorry (Y/N). If we get any closer then we could all be killed. We'll come rescue you eventually. Please, stay put. We'll get you out as soon as possible," He replied sadly.

You growled and slammed your fist on to the dashboard again, breaking some buttons even. "Poe you son of a bitch!" you cursed, eyeing his ship as it flew into hyperspace.

The ship you sat in was eventually in the Star Cruiser's hangar, where all of the TIE fighters were located, and many other Imperial ships. Stormtroopers fill the space of the hangar, the white plastic hitting the cold, hard metal floor made you wince, as you knew your death would be here, inside an Imperial Cruiser, trapped. All of them aim their guns at your cockpit, waiting for further instructions on when to shoot.

"Come out of the cockpit! You need to surrender!" you hear somebody say.

You look up, scanning the view in front of you and see the one and only, General Hux making his way towards you. His auburn hair was sleeked back, his face completely shaved. He wore a cold, stern expression to provoke fear on to his enemies. His outfit consisted of black; a huge oversized coat that he wore on his shoulders that embraced the First Order's symbol, along with a black tunic and a steel, silverish belt, and sturdy black boots, and leather-bound gloves that hid the flesh of his hands.

You pressed the button on the dashboard that would raise up the shield that was on your cockpit, letting it rise up over you. You slowly stood up from your seat, hands raised in the air in surrender.

"Hold your fire, " General Hux commands, his piercing hazel eyes were daggers, slipping slowly into your soul. "We will interrogate her."

You scowled, disgusted by the general.  He was in fact menacing, just like you imagined him. You couldn't find another perfect description to enstrue for him.

You jump down off of your ship, knowing you had no other choice than to just go, and comply with the ferocious leader, or else you were to be killed.

You put your hands behind your head, and immediately you felt cold metal being clasped tightly around your wrists, making you unable to move easily. You pursed your lips together, wishing you could do something about the situation, but you knew you couldn't.

Well, you could... But no, not now.

"Take her weapons, " General Hux commands, his cold stare not leaving from your attention.

You dart your eyes away from the menace, looking down at the black floor as a Stormtrooper snatches away your blaster that was buckled to your belt, breaking the buckle that held it in it's place.

The Stormtroopers patted you down, making sure there was nothing else. You bit your lip, hoping they wouldn't find your other weapon that you held so dearly to you, and thankfully, they pulled away, unable to find it.

You let out a soft sigh, but grunted as they shoved you along, to the assumed torture chamber.
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"Where is the Rebel Base?!" shouts Hux, lowering you down again on to the shocking device that sent awful pains throughout your body. You could feel your arms becoming numb from the nerve damage this device was inflicting upon you.

"I'll never tell you!" you shout over the sound of electricity buzzing.

The electricity pierced through your skin, sending painful jolts into you. You felt it surge through your skin, leaving you weary and tired.

You breathed heavily, exhausted and worn out from the beatings and the torture the First Order had given you, but you knew you weren't done. You would rather die than give information out about the Rebel Base.

Hux sneered, about to press the button again, until he hears the door behind him slide open.

You looked up, seeing a dark shadow loom over the general, like a storm cloud, ready to embark it's thunderous rage.

"Leave us, " barks the mysterious masked man.

Now this man you did not recognize. He wore a black tunic, with a heavy black scarf around his neck, tall black boots, and a threatening black mask, that hid his facial features.

General Hux spins around facing the masked man, nodding, and exiting the room just as he had told him.

"Who are you?" he inquires, the mask making his voice distorted.

"Kyla Lux, " you breathe, afraid of revealing your real name.

"No, that's not your name. Tell me your real name, " the figure demands.

"I don't know what you're talking about, that's my real-"

Suddenly you felt an invisible hand around your throat, your esophagus began to close up, air escaping your grasp. You began to choke, realizing that he was a Force user.

You managed to cough up a few words, finally revealing your name so you would no longer suffer. "(Y/N).... (L/N)...."

He finally let you go, the invisible hand being removed from around your neck. You gasped for air, which you had been recently evicted from.

"I see, " he mutters through his mask.

"Who... Who are you?" You ask him, curious about the man who stood in front of you.

He chuckled, his menacing laughter boomed throughout the room. "I'm surprised you don't know who I am, " he drew his hand down to his belt reaching to grab something, and from under his black cloak, he pulled out a lightsaber.

You gasped, recognizing the hilt, knowing now who he was.

Kylo-Ren.

He ignited his lightsaber, the red broken blade emitted from the blade emitter.

"Do you recognize me now?"

You growl, furiated with who stood in front of you. When you were but seventeen years old, he was the man who came to your camp and slaughtered your village, along with taking your parents and threw them into slavery, while you were left behind to die. From that day forward, you swore to your life to join the Rebellion, and end this destructive empire.

"You, " you hissed, spitting on the ground, disgusted with him.

"Don't be like that, " he commented sarcastically, turning his lightsaber off, the red bloody blade disappearing.

"You took everything from me!" You yelled out if anguish, rage boiled inside of you.

"No, I have not... It seems... You have something else with you, " he answers, making his way towards you.

You swallow hard, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Wait, " he pauses, using the Force, pulling your weapon out of your pocket. "A lightsaber. "

You bite your lip, hanging your head in guilt.

He ignites it, revealing a blue blade. He chuckles, giving it a twirl.

"You are a Force user, are you not?"

You remain silent.

You suddenly feel his gloved hand run down your face, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear, and lifting your head up by touching your chin. You freeze, a cold sweat began to trickle down your face.

"Your parents, (Y/N), they're dead, " he tells you.

At last, the emotion you had built up your entire life poured out of you, your shields fell down like a bridge finally breaking, no longer able to hold yourself together. Tears flooded your eyes, the salty liquid burned down your cheeks. You weren't sure how to feel. You were certain they weren't dead, you could feel them! Somehow, somewhere!

"You sit on a throne of lies, you dirty sleemo!" You shout, your eyes pierced into his, a pitchfork on hay.

"I tell only the truth."

"If you only tell the truth, then what are you hiding under that mask, Ren?! Murder?! Lies?! Deceit?! You are nothing but a cold blooded killer!" You scream, your voice on the edge of breaking, hardly hanging on the cliff.

He stayed silent. Even under the mask you could feel his cold eyes on you. He hesitated, then raised his hands up to his mask, throwing the hood off, and taking the mask off, sounds of clicking came from the mask, which made you raise an eyebrow out of curiosity.

At last, the mask had been removed, but instead of him looking somebody like Darth Vader as you imagined him to be, he looked like a lost boy.

His eyes weren't a burning, yellow Sith color like you thought they would be, as he apparently has not yet fully embraced the Dark Side, but they were a deep brown; sad, and angry. His face was also like Hux's, clean. He had freckles dotted over his face, and a few scars here and there. He was handsome, you had to admit, but that didn't change the fact that he slaughtered your whole village.

"As you can see, I'm not that much different than you, " he says softly. Out of the mask, his voice was very different. It was quiet, and soft. He didn't seem so evil as he had been behind the mask. It was as if he was putting on a facade for the galaxy to see, a dark, ominous, facade.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you slaughtering villages, murdering people, being... Evil?" You inquired, your face ridden with concern.

"I... "

You interrupted him, actually afraid of the answer. "Come to the Light side, it's not too late. It's never too late. "

Quickly he grabs his mask and puts it back on, returning back to his menacing dark lord identity. "I'll never join you. I'm doing this for me."

He gets up, and quickly strides to the door, but stops. He realizes he still has your lightsaber, and examins it, then throws it on the ground in front of you.

You stare at it in shock, wondering why he gave it back to you.

Suddenly you feel the locks around your wrists and torso release your body, which made you fall to the ground with a thump.

"Go, " he mutters through his mask. "Take your ship. Leave this place. "

Then, he leaves.
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