#corvusren

they come for him in the middle of the night, waking him up with the sound of the force-field doorway zinging open and their boots thundering towards him. he tries to get away from them in his half-unconscious panic, but they’re too fast and too strong, dragging him out of the dungeons and through the long, dark hallways. they bring him to a small circular room, oddly familiar, and strap him into a horizontal bed, his arms pinned to his sides, his legs caught against the metal. he’s seen this before, he’s been here before-- but he doesn’t remember how.

there are needles and chains pointed at him and for a moment he’s sure he’s about to die, but then they leave him here, their duty done, their part of the horror finished. they’re not the ones who will inflict this on him. he has to wait for someone else. he grits his teeth and shuts his eyes and reaches out with his mind towards any direction he can find, any sort of help he might catch, any thread or tether he could reach. help me, help me, help me.

“CORVUS REN!” he screams, feeling that presence nearby, feeling that pull, the name aligning with a face he knows.... but doesn’t know how he knows. his brain glitches for a moment, images sputtering behind his eyes.

@corvusren

“you’re kidding me, right?” cal asks incredulously, giving her a heavy look under his frown. “what the hell are you talking about, trust you? of course i don’t trust you, look at the crest on your shirt, cor.” he points at her. “that’s why.”

@corvusren

“i’m just saying,” he hisses through his teeth, the frustration rising in his bloodstream, his mentality frayed and threadbare from so long locked inside this jail cell. “maybe you don’t have to say that you’re having second thoughts about being in the first order so loudly.”

[from a time when cal was older and corvus was younger]

@corvusren

he smirks as he slips her a sly look, yellow eyes glinting in the dim cavern, the illumination of their weapons glowing across their skin in malicious, scarlet hues. a collection of dead twi’lek refugees are scattered around the area, their bodies dismembered and bleeding, their eyes unseeing and forever caught in the terror of the first order operatives. “i didn’t need your help, kid, but now that i got a good look at your form, i can see you need a little more time in the training ring.” his sabers hum as he switches one of them off, holding the other up for light. “come on. there’s bound to be more of these traitors in these caves.”

@corvusren

“alright, fine, you can ignore me, but you can’t ignore what the first order is doing to people, corvus,” he tells her as she walks away from him, forcing his voice to trail after her, hoping his word haunt her steps long after she’s disappeared from view. “you know it’s wrong!” he shouts. “this isn’t the way to peace!”