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JULIAN MORRIS // have you met KYLO REN(BEN SOLO) yet? HE/HIM is now TWENTY-NINE years old CIS MALE HUMAN, originally from CHANDRILA but typically reside on SHIPS/HIS SHIP. after everything she’s gone through, she now shows loyalty to THE FIRST ORDER. she is best known for being a SITH LORD, & i hear she’s grown pretty COMPASSIONATE yet also RECKLESS at times; i hope she survives the galactic war.
(ARIZONA, 30, CST, SHE/HER)
W A I T I N G: // - 8ABY : MONTH TWO
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skywalkcrss:
Luke wasn’t sure what they were hoping to find when they began to explore this ship. All he really knew was that he was draw here by a strong presence in the force. It felt familiar, yet not, and it intrigued him, though he supposed that had been happening more and more over the past three years. He found himself now sneaking aboard a vessel, and following the signature he felt so strongly. When he stopped at an open door, revealing a large amount of destruction and the source of the familiar yet unknown presence.
“Well I suppose that is one way to sort out ones emotions.. I prefer to meditate myself, better to not allow anger to control oneself, as I’m sure you know. “
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There's a raise to a single eyebrow at the other's words. How long had it been since he had seen Luke? How long had it been since he had even talked to the other? He questions far more than he needs to in the moment of looking at the other and he knows, in that moment that there was something so strange about the other's signature. This hadn't been the uncle he knew but someone else. Someone he didn't recognize but he felt safe around. How strange. This wasn't the person who raised him in the beginning under the Force. "Meditating? That's never worked for me." He shakes his head for a moment, gaze never leaving the other. "Besides, letting out the anger is far better than holding it in, no matter what that means in letting it go."
@threeofsabers asked: “Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.“
"That they do." He nods at their words, looking out to the vast open plain that stretched on beneath them from the balcony's edge. A crowd was one of the most unknown sources of the galaxy, mainly because one could not read them very well. A crowd was a wild card. They were either with a person, cheering for their victories and hoping they would succeed in life or they were against a person, cheering for their demise. He wanted neither. Kylo didn't care for whoever cheered him on in any direction. A crowd was simply a distraction. "Does one truly need the people's vote in order to lead successfully?"
@generally-scheming asked: “I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions.“
There's a raise to a single eyebrow at the other's words. A small smirk slipping across features as he looks over to the other. The only other person Kylo seems most comfortable with being around without his helmet, was Hux and the irony in that isn't lost on him. He draws a breath, a small laugh leaving his lips just then, he moves to sit upon the edge of his desk, arms crossing over his broad chest. "You act as if my bad decisions have led us to death." He jokes, pausing only for a moment as he speaks. "Tell me, Hux, when was the last time one of my bad decisions had any sort of negative effect on us?"
exemplaries asked: “And still, I survive.” ( from finn )
A laugh leaves him without warning. Helmet is placed beside him and there's humor that lights his gaze at the other's words. Survive? Was this what they called surviving? What a joke. Kylo hadn't laughed like such in quite some time, it felt good to feel it in his chest and his belly even though Ben simply rolled his eyes inside of the other, missing the joke behind why this was so funny to the Sith Lord. "Is this your dream of survival?" Kylo asks, that laughter dying down upon his tongue as he speaks and Ben wants to say something but Kylo doesn't give him the chance. There's no point. Finn was a stormtrooper, or had been and Kylo was used to dealing with them. Used to putting them in their places and crushing whatever dreams they had of defecting. "Show me your true survival and perhaps I'll believe it but this? This is just sad."
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artfuldarthness asked: “You are strong, child. But I am beyond strength.“
There's a raise of an eyebrow hidden behind the mask helmet that hides his features. The other's words makes me want to utter a laugh. Beyond strength? Impossible. No one could match Kylo's power. It was raw, untamed and what made Snoke so terrified to harness it. To keep control over Kylo. It's why Luke lashed out against him. Why others sought him for dead. He was the new chosen one of his time because of that. And for someone so silly and dark to say they were beyond him? That was a joke. Far better than any of the one's he's heard ushered from Hux's lips. "Beyond strength, you say?" He starts, taking a calculated step toward the other. That eyebrow staying raised but there's a small smirk that dances hidden upon his lips. "No one is beyond the strength that I have in the Force and no one will ever best it either. Many dream of it, but none of succeeded. You are no different."
generally-scheming:
“Maybe you should have,” Hux shoots back. “You’re so hardheaded I doubt even those creatures could break through your natural armor. Not to mention that ridiculous bucket you insist on wearing.” At least he’s shed the helmet here in the medbay. And admittedly, collaborating with Ren lately has been… tolerable. Enough to put Aiya Ren in the ground (or garbage chute, as the case may be) and even if their trip to Sernpidal yielded no useful intelligence, it had at least given their subordinates the illusion impression of a unified leadership. “You have it backwards, Ren. They are going to have to side with us. This could be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. The New Republic will be more susceptible to infiltration than ever before. I’ve already redirected our surplus bacta to victims of the Hapes debacle to butter them up.” Hux leans forward, so absorbed in his own schemes he doesn’t notice his left elbow bump his severed thigh until he’s hissing in pain. He bites his lip hard to silence it, cursing himself for showing such weakness in front of Ren.
“We still have one of them.” Hux’s nose wrinkles when their conversation turns to Inferno Squad. Gideon Hask works far too closely with Hux’s father for comfort. “But need I remind you why we no longer have the others? Better that this falls to us than the likes of those traitors.” His mouth feels suddenly dry as the irony strikes him. Ren remains unaware of the future where the steadfast General betrayed his Supreme Leader, and Hux would very much like to keep it that way. “I’ve already compiled a list of candidates for the task. Agent Zed’s skills and contacts will be invaluable. Your apprentice’s abilities and anonymity could prove useful, but I have doubts about their reliability. And I suspect you don’t want to hear it, Ren, but it would be wasteful not to make use of your unique connections to the most influential figures in the New Republic.”
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As he listens to Hux speak of his plans, there's a part of Kylo that's being a little bit judgmental towards himself. Hux was smart, putting together these plans a step ahead of anyone else, including himself. He can understand why Snoke had kept him around and in the inner circle of the three, as much as Kylo hated it and wanted to see the General bleeding out on the floor, he had to give the other props. His plans sounded useful. They would grant them the answers they both seemed hellbent on desiring, just, they both had different ways of going about them. Hux used others to get what he wanted. Kylo tortured it out of them then killed them so they wouldn't be able to blabber to others about what happened or send out a warning about who was coming. Tie up loose ends no matter the cost and no matter what it meant to do. Still, he wouldn't never admit aloud that he admired this side of Hux more than other other side that he's seen, the smart, methodical thinking side that Kylo felt could be a well sought alley as this war continues forward. Perhaps Hux wasn't all that bad as to what Kylo had once assumed when he was consumed by jealousy.
"You're right, for once and I'm happy to see you so far ahead of the game in this, Hux." He starts, choosing his words carefully. He knows when praise needs to be given and when it needs to be taken away. "Perhaps I underestimated you all those years working side by side." He wants to say years ago. Wants to make a joke about how long it felt to be away from their own time. This was their time now, now the future in which they had come from, but the past that they were not meant to be a part of. This was now their home and they couldn't change that, no matter how hard either of them tried or wanted to change it. "Are you suggesting that I use severed connections with my grandmother to gain information?" He spits the words as if he's offended by them, but the old Kylo would have been all for it the instant it was mentioned. "It appears you and I will be making a trip to visit her then. I hope you come prepared for it."
seventhsith:
“well, you certainly made a mess.” the inquisitor greets, ignoring his pointed words and instead craning to look through helmet-covered eyes behind the sith at the battered remnants of the room he’d seemingly just destroyed, if the still-glowing scorches were an accurate tale. survey taken, the mirialan looks back up at ren, eyes unable to meet his own through visors ( hers and his ), but an approximation made, inquisitive smile tinging hidden lips. “the comms have you this upset?” she purrs through her vocoder, words entirely undisturbed by the wreckage of his display of violence nor the recently-incoming news of the latest yuuzhan-disaster. “with all the praise i’ve heard of your skill, i thought the leader of the knights of ren would have some all powerful solution to our latest quandary all lined up.”
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Was she perhaps mocking him? The great leader of the knights of ren? The man who once sat atop the throne as Supreme Leader? How ballsy of her to do such a thing, though it doesn't stop the small smirk that filters over his lips under his helmet. That was the thing, if they had been anyone else then Kylo would not have hesitated to draw his saber and strike them down where they stood, but she was a Force user and that automatically meant that he respected them. They could banter with him and he'd accept such a token of words in jest, all because of that respect that he holds for other Force users. "I do." He hisses a little, anger still pumping through his veins and he wants to destroy more things. He's not done, like he had thought he was. "It's called kill them all and return the balance to what it had once been. We do not need a third force getting involved in a war that's already decades old."
advestas:
Adni only tilted her head, as if to say ‘touché’ to his ability to flip the blame right back to her.
—”Oh little ol’ me, getting to chose something for once? How gracious, master,” she cooed, mocking gratitude. She only held her facetious tone for a moment before allowing a single chuckle. “Don’t project this on to me, Kylo. I’m the one who remembered to show up. I should be the one moaning about time and effort wasted.”
Her assumption of his patience was, perhaps, overly generous of her. She did, of course, have little-to-no leverage against an order to just dump her on the nearest trash-heap planet they passed by, if that was something he desired. But of course, she’s never had much restraint with ‘poking the wookie’. She can’t help but see how far she can get before making them howl.
Ever since Ben had awoken inside of him, Kylo found it rather easy to keep his anger tame. Ben didn't enjoy the outburst or the thrashing around to release the emotion but he understood it and there were times when he even let Kylo get it all out but with Adni in the room? It was Ben who held back the anger that wanted to wrap around them both. "It's cute who you think you're in charge here." He says easily. Their attitude was one of the many reasons he took them on. After Aiya, Kylo was always attracted to the attitude of someone who thought they knew how to handle the power that they were tasting. Someone who thought they knew how to master the Force in the same way that he did. The thought brings a smile to his features, even though he knows Adni can't see it. "We'll start easy today, since your attitude decided to come out early. Hand to hand combat. Have you been practicing?"
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Once it had been noted that the comms had gone down, Kylo had proceeded to an empty room and destroyed it. His saber pulsating as he held it, the blade shimmering off the floor below him. He drabs a breath, retracting the blade before placing it in its hilt. He removes his helmet, running a hand through his onyx locks as he opens his gaze, looking around the trashed room before him. He felt better at least, and he knows that this mess? It was someone else's to clean up. He places his helmet back on just in time to turn and see the door open. "What?" He barks the word with a bit of force behind it. He didn't want to have company. He didn't want to have to deal with others but he'd at least humor them. For now.
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advestas:
Adni was only slightly taken back by the response as they stood in the doorway, arms respectfully crossed behind her black cloak. She only raised an eyebrow before bringing out her left arm, checking the chronometer on her wrist.
—”Standard hour 3, no?” she asked rhetorically; she knew her chrono wasn’t wrong. “I’m supposed to be receiving a lesson from you now.” She reminded him, slightly agitated, but moreso at the idea of having to learn from Kylo than his apparent lack of punctuality. Of course, this had nothing to truly do with Kylo as a person, admitting subservience to anyone was a task in itself for the stubborn apprentice.
—“Or I can just leave, if you’d rather,” they decided to offer as well, betting that it wouldn’t be well received, “I was in the middle of a really good data-tape. A real saucy one if you know what I mean.”
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There's a raise of an eyebrow from under his helmet at the other's words. Curiosity seeping through his veins for a moment before a small smile creeps over his lips ad he takes a gloved hand to press gently down upon the table top of the desk between them. "It'll be your choice for the day, Adni." He starts, having still be surprised to see them but the Rift had brought numerous surprises and Kylo shouldn't have let any of them affect him this way. After all, he, himself, had been brought back through the rift as well, having not died in his previous time, but having been surprised of the things he had been accused of. "If you wish to leave, I'll find someone more suitable for my time and effort. The choice is yours."
mvchinery:
it’s good to see ben again. ( she will always think of him as ben, no matter how far he falls into his other persona. ) common sense tells her it could have been dangerous, but — she isn’t scared of him, doubted she ever could be. he is her son. she doesn’t think that he would, could hurt her. “too long,” she agrees. she looks him up & down, makes sure that he’s okay, glad to see his face out from underneath that mask of his. “have you been well ? you weren’t hurt at the new years attack, right ? “ she wonders if he’s heard about han, if she should tell him.
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Breathe is held in lungs until he hears his mother's voice. Such a soft and sweet sound to his ears. He's already felt the inner peace inside that only she can give him. As the air is let out of his lungs, his gaze never falters from her. "I was, but I am alright. I'll heal up and be as good as new." A pause and he lets a small smile cross over his features as he takes a small step toward her. "My connection with the Force is strong. I was able to use that to hold myself together. What about you? Were you hurt at all? And dad?" He feels the panic of Ben inside of him at the realization of not quite knowing what happened to his parents after that fateful night.
generally-scheming:
“Oh, not at all, the persistent electrical shocks feel just spectacular.” Hux sneers — since when does Ren give a damn? — but another zap turns it to a grimace. Ren’s uncharacteristically bare-faced gaze locks with his. Those deep, dark eyes have always been… unsettling. As difficult to meet as they are to tear himself away from. Ren is suffering, too, perhaps even as much as he was after Sernpidal. In spite of himself, Hux sheds the sarcasm, his voice weary. “I’ll survive. I know how to tolerate pain.”
“Luck did not save me. That I owe to a Mandalorian, a Jedi, and the single most obnoxious pilot in the Resistance. It was quite the evening.” He cocks an eyebrow at Ren’s admission. “Is that so? And what came so close to defeating the mighty Kylo Ren?” His eyes wander to the red marring Ren’s skin. A shame that Hux did not get to witness him in battle — no doubt Ren returned the damage tenfold. Belatedly, it occurs to him that he’s ceased studying Ren’s injury to admire the man’s powerful physique. (Kriff! Stars above, please don’t let Ren have caught that.) Hux launches back into conversation with a nervous scoff. “I’m sure Hapes would be delighted if they never saw another offworld ship again. Those alien invaders I’m less certain about. Intelligence has nothing, and the New Republic knows no more than we do. An act of terror, no doubt to intimidate and sow chaos.” His mind drifts back to Starkiller Base, to snow stained scarlet around Ren’s defeated form. Hux sits up abruptly. “Ren. Your wound… you don’t think you might have tried not to be hit in the exact same spot as the last time you nearly died?”
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A breathe and Kylo watches Hux with mild ease. The General has always been a force that he hadn't been expecting. After all, Hux vied for Snoke's favor just as much as he and when the two butted heads, things could get heated, what with Kylo being a Force user and Hux simply as a General. Still, he doesn't speak much more after the initial reply from the redhead and instead, he simply continues to watch him. The pain that radiates is nothing compared to feeling a planet dying with people upon it, hoping that their God has finally come for them. Still, Kylo can't help but find himself feeling thankful that Hux is in this room with him, despite how much the two butt heads and seem to want to slaughter each other, Kylo does trust him and knows that the redhead has seen him in moments of weakness that no one else has ever gotten the ability to witness.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather I have taken the blow to the head instead?" Sarcasm drenches his sentence but it's quick whisked away as he sees Hux staring a bit longer than he probably should. He files that away to make a comment about later on instead of now. "I get the feeling we're going to have to side with the New Republic on this to figure out who these aliens are." He sighs at the thought, not really wanting to face his grandmother since everything that had happened with Aiya, he doesn't know how she'll respond to him, nor how his grandfather and parents will take him after that. Even Luke was up in the air on how they'll great Kylo Ren. "Still, I don't think it's wise to put full trust in them if we do work together. I'll expect you to put up a team capable of infiltration and not getting close." A pause and he keeps his gaze on Hux. "Shame we don't have that Inferno Squad anymore. Guess the two of us will just have to lead it all."
Closed Starter | @mvchinery
Eyes drift closed. The first time he had met his mother, he was known as Ben Solo, Kylo was sleeping inside still and Ben was able to reconnect with them, but now? Now Kylo was in charge and Ben was panicking inside of him but that was the thing about the two of them, wasn't it? Even Kylo had his weakness and that was his mother. Leia was the one person that could have always made her way to his heart. Han was second, but Leia? She had the most sway over him. The most pull. He draws a breath, eyes opening and he presses the button, releasing the pressure from his helmet as he lifts it off of his head, gaze resting upon them just then. "Mother." He says, his voice clipping at the end of the word. He wants to choke on the air in his lungs. Who was he when he was weak? A shake to his head just then. "It's been a while, mother."
Closed Starter | @allegiantson
Inferno Squad. Kylo had heard of them and their defiance to the Empire. He had heard their legends. Their tales. He knew that eventually, his path would cross with them in his time but now? That was all left in a mystery. Would he have eer the chance to meet the infamous Iden Versio and Del Meeko? Perhaps not but at least Hask was still here. Still loyal. Still wanting to do the Empire's bidding and Kylo had to have a little, small form of respect for that in his heart. Ben, on the other hand, wanted to rip him apart, an interesting turn of events, considering who Ben Solo was and how he tended to act anyways. Still, There's a slightly raise to the corner of his lips underneath the helmet he wears normally, looking Hask over for a second. "General." He greets easily, a slightly raise to an eyebrow, a small urge to want to chuckle but he doesn't. "What can I do for you today? Or perhaps, it's what can you do for me today?"
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Closed Starter | @nightsfirst
How long had it been since the incident? Since communications had been shut off and felt like he was left in the dark? If there was one thing that Kylo Ren hated the most, it was not knowing what the fuck was going on with his own people. They needed command. They needed guidance and he needed to make sure they fell in line and didn't mess anything up. Each piece was vital. Each movement made by the Empire was calculated and he had a hand in a majority of it. He needed to make sure that each piece of the puzzle fit together perfectly and none were about to fall out of place. Who would he have been without order? Without people fearing the man they knew as Kylo Ren? A breath and he looks up at the door to his office as it opens. He's caught in an awkward moment. He's dressed in his normal black outfit, the one that everyone is used to seeing him in, however, his helmet is on the desk at his side, his dark gaze is resting upon them as they enter. "May I help you?" His voice is even but then he softens ever so slightly as recognition hit. "I never did get to thank you properly for stitching me up that night. Thank you."
Closed starter | @jedixcode
Boots carry him across the planes of the planet. A planet he hasn't stepped foot on in ages, not since his childhood and a part of him had wished it had stayed that way but Ben was awake inside of him and wanting to meet his namesake and who was Kylo to turn that down? After they had come to an agreement and Ben let Kylo take over, it was the least he could do. For now. He was capable of nice things, just not nearly as often as others were. Another breath and he spots to man he's been searching for, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had a different picture of him in his head, not the one he's staring at. Perhaps that's why it had been so hard to track him down. This silly rift that had made everything more difficult yet more interesting had struck again. "Kenobi." He says easily as he approaches the other, a gloved hand rising to press the release button hidden under his mask before he lifts it off, revealing his identity to the Jedi Master. "You may know me as Kylo Ren but I'm here as Ben Solo to meet you, the person my mother named me after."