#raid troopers

Part 6! Hope you enjoy this instalment! (I've not checked for errors properly so hope it reads ok)

Rhapsody ♪

Word count- 1k

Warnings- None. Just mild emo.

Characters- Kylo Ren x Reader

Kylo wasted no time tackling the nearest rebels. He barely moved his hand, the gesture like flicking crumbs off a table. Three of them were dragged across the rocky ground yelling.

You picked off fighters coming up behind him with your blaster, before ducking and rolling to the ramp of the ship for cover, laying fire across to the right to allow some of your troops to get onboard.

The ranks of insurgents increased, but he kept on striding out to where their firepower was the heaviest. His lightsaber a blur as he wielded blasts away, his free hand holding people mid air, force choking them and letting them fall. It was a sight to behold. Your own force crackled under your skin, could you use it like a weapon? Flashbacks from your childhood immediately haunted you… you were young, unknowing then …should you wait for training like Kylo said?

Out of hiding a rebel appeared and sprinted towards your master, dodging the wake of bodies he’d left behind. Instinctively you dashed from your cover and ran to cut her off, hand outstretched your own force bowling her over. 

Time slowed, it happened without you knowing. You had her clutched in your phantom grasp. Your power rippled. Her face pure terror as she tried to scrabble away from you, but unable. Pinned like a mouse under a Loth-cat's paw. You'd forgotten yourself. You hadn't let the shadow take hold since you had to leave your home planet, that was self defence, you could rationalise it then and ever since. But Kylo was squad- something more, different? But yet you never left a trooper behind. This was the same justification.

Shots crackled over your head as you slowly realised your squad was covering you so you could get back, your sergeant signalling to retreat. Kylo called out the same command as he ran back to the ship, his eyes wide at the scene before him, the rebel at your mercy.

Hearing his call snapped you out of your trance and you let your force drop momentarily. It was enough for the rebel fighter to get a shot off, catching the side of your helmet.

Fraks sake. You hit the ground stunned. A piercing ring filled your ears, you wrenched the ruined helmet off yelling in pain as you did so. Your hand went to the side of your head and came away smothered in blood. Your vision came in and out of focus, but you made out Kylo and your sergeant coming for you. A blaze of retaliation peeled from the ship as your Master hoisted you up in his arms. Then everything went blank.

*

Visions came and went. Your sergeant pressing a bacta-pak against the side of your head. Her eyes full of questions. Kylo Ren raging at your troops. Your sergeant standing close, harsh whispered conversations. Kylo searching your face, his guard down, concern tugging at his features. And then that void again. 

*

You woke up in unfamiliar surroundings.. the mechanical hum of a med droid helped place where you could be. Med bay. But not the one you knew? Then it all came rushing back. You bolted upright and then you saw him.

Kylo. All eyes on you. He instantly got to his feet, his long stride ate up the distance. 

“Never fail me like that again.” He hissed. 

Confusion swirled in your already foggy mind. His face was hard. Disappointment swam in your gut. Failure was weakness. It had cost you so much in your past. 

You opened your mouth to speak, to what? Apologise? Explain yourself? He saw what happened out there. It could have cost both your lives, and your squad. Your shoulders sagged under the weight of your feelings. 

He leaned closer, that creak of the leather clenching as his fist tightened made you hitch your breathing. His brows knitted as he searched your face. He wanted an answer. You couldn't give it.

Tiredness consumed you. A snippet of what you heard your sergeant say on the shuttle came back to you. The fear in her eyes as she took you in anew and spoke to Kylo…

“She’s like you, isn’t she?”

The reality of her words hung heavy. You blinked back threatening tears. Here you were again not belonging in one world or another. You knew your time as a Captain was over. The one place that had been home the longest. 

“I’m relocating your quarters to the same floor as mine.” Kylo cut through your miserable thoughts.

 “You need more training than I anticipated, Apprentice.” He leaned in and hissed the last two words. 

“I– I…” You croaked. You had nothing to say for yourself.

But events on the surface flooded back. Why was he being like this? It felt like a connection there, a whirlwind, but now it seemed like madness. Look at what it had cost you, nearly losing your head, and now your squad, your sergeant and friend. 

Tentatively you reached out with your force but felt nothing but a wall around him. For a flicker, his face softened. 

“I.. thought I could have lost you,” you began softly, but he stopped you from saying anymore. His gloved hand caressed the side of your face, tipping you upwards under your chin. His eyes shone. The rage instantly evaporated. He bent towards you, his lips on your ear as he spoke. A tremor there. 

“So did I.” 

And then he dropped the wall around him. You could feel all his fear, pain, anger. So much like yours. 

Part 8! Another quickly followed up instalment! Hopefully not too many errors :)

Rhapsody ♪

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- ANGST! A SMATTERING OF VIOLENCE!... Pay off for the slow burn!

Characters- Kylo Ren x Reader

How vast were Kylo’s quarters you wondered as he took you through a corridor and into a gym. Punching bags, droid dummies, weights, everything you’d recognised from the shared gym for troops below deck. He led you to a sparring space in the centre before letting go of your hand.

You’d read about different Jedi and Sith techniques with the lightsaber, but you’d never had the chance to put the theory into practice by wielding anything similar to one. Everything was about hand combat and blasters for troopers.

“Your saber will feel heavy at first until you’re tuned with it. Let’s start with some basics.” Kylo took a stance, his lightsaber roaring into life as he whirled it round in a circle. His face settled into one of concentration as you did the same igniting your own, which had a different sound. Keener, thrumming with malice. 

Kylo wasted no time launching into attack. Thank the fates you’d made your saber two handed. The ferocity of his attack had you bracing with all your might. The blades screamed at the contact. You managed to push him away, pivoting back round in an arc to catch his side, but you were too slow, the saber swung like cutting through mud. He met your swing and threw you back making you stumble. He charged down on you, running his lightsaber down the length of yours. You hoisted your arms up to parry it, but your feet weren’t balanced, the motion of his attack threw you to the floor. He knelt over you, his blade pressing the pair towards your neck. The heat of it made sweat bead in the dip of your collarbone. Your old friend anger began to rise. You loathed being bestest. 

“Pathetic.” He smirked. Making you growl in return. “Let’s go again.”

You went round for round, calling on everything you’d learnt, read and had drilled into you from training but it wasn’t working. 

“Let the past die, Apprentice. You’re still holding on. It won’t help you.” He mocked you. You could see it dance in his eyes. The curl of his lip. He was enjoying seeing you struggle, pleased to see he was right. 

He kept up the barrage. “You’re weak.” 

“Poor.”

“Wretched.”

He was unrelenting, superior. It pissed you off. Rage set in. All your discipline evaporated. It made you wild, unpredictable. Finally you had Kylo on the back foot.

Your lightsaber responded, the tone changed, it harmonised with the anger inside you. You fought him back and back until he was up against the wall, his lightsaber braced against your own as you raised it up under his jaw. You muscled down harder. Your force helped it along, wanting to inflict pain. All the feelings you’d pushed down and struggled with deep inside fuelled the lightsaber. You screamed in Kylo’s face. 

He had the grace to look uncomfortable. His breath was ragged, hot against your face. You struggled now keeping up the strain, pressing your body up against him, eking out the last ounces of power. Growling through your gritted teeth with the effort. You could feel his force trying to get inside your head, his dark eyes wide now, beseeching. He writhed underneath you, his massive thigh gained purchase between your legs, “Apprentice, enough!” 

But you were gone. Lost in your power. Detached. You could hear a manic laugh, it took you by surprise hearing it was yours. Kylo pounced on the lapse of concentration and lifted his thigh up, knocking you flat on your back. He sat on top of you knocking the wind from you, his lightsaber spun to the side as he pinned both your arms above your head as you snarled in outrage. Sweat dripped off the ends of his hair, infuriating you further. You could feel his force crashing against yours like waves on a beach, trying to soothe. You squirmed under him, his face pleaded, his eyes wide. 

“Apprentice! Enough. Enough. Y/N!”

That cut through like a proton beam. No one had called you by your given name since you were taken. No one else knew it. That little grain of your identity. Only he could have known from the force connections you’d shared. Should you have kept it to yourself? Was this a weakness? The fight and anger drained from you, your lightsaber retracted, your hand letting it go in surrender. Looking up into his face, something mixed with horror and delight shone there, as he slowly let go of his grip. 

“That is how you fight with a saber,” he panted, “forget everything you ever learned. No one can predict you if you channel such anger, darkness.” He got to his knees before getting upright pulling you up with him. The motion made your head swim. Kylo caught you in his arms, the movement bringing you up against him. You braced your hands upon his damp chest, feeling his heart hammer underneath your palms. You took in his face, his eyes darkened as his hands slid sensually slowly downwards, spanning your waist. Your breath quickened, blood pounded in your ears, lightning shot through you, settling excitedly in your core. 

“Y/N,” he whispered your name, it caught on a hitched breath as he pulled you tight, tipping his head, his lips caressed your own. You parted yours as he deepened the kiss, making you moan into his mouth. He pulled you closer, your hands slid up over his shoulders and delved into his thick dark hair. You melted into him. Stars filled your mind's eye, it was as if your souls had been transported to an ethereal plane. Sparks danced in your depths. The fear of loneliness slowly evaporated. You didn’t need your troops, the longing for your life before the First Order. Was this hope? Your force sung, calling to Kylo’s to join yours. 

But his baulked. As if caught out. It reeled, slamming into you physically pushing you away. Pain and fear etched his features, where moments before you saw him on that plane with you. 

“No. We can’t. We shouldn’t…” He shook his mane. 

“Master, I can’t do this alone. You said so…” You tried to keep the emotion from your voice, you stepped forward, but he kept the distance.

And there it was, that mask he could call upon dropping into place, his mental wall in place. 

“You passed the first test.  The second awaits.” 

“Master, please?” You hated it as soon as you said it. The pleading. It was weak. Frak you, Kylo Ren. 

“YOU LIAR. There’s no together.” You hissed. He raised a pointed finger. His brow knotted. 

“There is. But not like this…” He growled. You saw his face wrestle with what he was saying.

“I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS. You saw me when no one else did!” You swore, almost sobbing the last few words punching your force out, relishing in it, wanting to hurt him like he had you. Your head swam. It was too much to work out, but you knew one thing. He was afraid of whatever this was.

Anger changed his features, taking control of him. As if reading your thoughts he replied with a force choke not wanting to hear your words. 

“The next test is what you should be afraid of. This anger. Use it.” His gaze seared into you. The power he summoned made you quake a little, reminding you he was Master. 

He let you down as quickly as it happened. You ran at him, but he held you back with that invisible force. One hand of it curled behind your ear, down the column of your neck just like he had in the briefing the other day. It drove you crazy.

This is my first ever put out there in public fan fiction! O_o Please be kind! I hope I've tagged it right, so let me know if not, I'm here to learn and improve! Would love to know if you enjoy this little bit of writing : )

Rhapsody ♪

Word count- 685

Warnings- none I think, a swearword (let me know otherwise!)

Characters- Kylo Ren x Reader

It had been a swift rise to Captain. No one else was as successful when it came to researching and acquiring sith and jedi relics. You were surprised no one was suspicious, but since you were a youngling, you’d always managed to suppress your gift, but it had always led you to places and people that were force users no matter how hard you tried.

Recently you’d been assigned to the Finalizer, your reputation noticed by the Supreme Leader himself. You’d been working extra hard to build up your mental wall, hiding who you were since arriving on the ship.

Now here you were in a room with 5 of your finest raid troopers, having been briefed by Kylo Ren on a mission to Vargos 9 to hunt down some sith relics. 

“Everyone dismissed.” The Supreme Leader ordered. 

Chairs scraped the polished floor, the troopers filed out.

“CH-3184. Remain behind.” The deep, distorted motionless voice of Kylo Ren commanded you. 

A chill shivered through you. He couldn’t know? You’d been so careful. 

He loomed towards you. Finger raised. “You’ve been hiding from me.” 

Your blood ran cold and hot. 

Frak.

Thank the gods for your helmet or your face would have given you away. Deny or admit it? You opted for silence.

He chuckled. Ren’s massive gloved hands pushed at the side of his head, and with a hiss and a click, removed his helmet. A mass of dark curls tumbled around his neck and framed his striking face.

You stifled a gasp. You had no idea how devastatingly handsome he was under the mask. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong. Take off that helmet Captain.”

You had no choice. He closed the space between you as you placed your helmet on the table. 

“There you are. I see you.” His deep voice soft, curious. He removed his leather gloves slowly. Contemplating you. Your breath hitched as he took your jaw with one hand tilting your head upwards, staring into your eyes, as if still searching. 

Then you heard his voice, in your head. “Don’t resist. You can’t hide, not from me.” 

Under that intense dark gaze, terror took hold. You tried to retain the mental wall, but it crumbled under Kylo’s force. Everything you’d ever hidden growing up, being different and alone, how you were enlisted into the first order, the fear of you being found out and executed as a force user, all exposed for him to see. A sob escaped you as your knees buckled under the weight of him flooding your mind.

He pulled you close, his hand wrapping round the back of your neck, one behind your lower back, stopping your fall. 

“You’re not alone anymore. I will show you the ways of the force. You need a teacher.” He said tenderly, lips brushing your ear as he righted you again. You couldn’t stop the shudder as his hand stroked the small of your back as he released you. 

His words were like a balm to the raging agony you’d lived with forever. You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn’t find the words. Hot heat burned the back of your eyes. Blinking back the threatening tears, you simply nodded. 

“We begin your training on Vargos 9.” He said as he scanned your face, his eyes darkened. His gaze flicked from your parted lips to your eyes. You couldn’t look away. Then as suddenly as this had all happened, a change came over him.

“Dismissed Captain. Report to me on the landing bay with your squad in 30 minutes.” The Supreme Leader barked. 

That snapped you out of it. Years of training kicking in. Picking up your helmet you headed through the doors. He called after you. 

“The dark side is in our nature. Surrender to it.” 

Turning round you felt a wave of his power slowly caress behind your ear, down the column of your neck. Something dangerous played on his face, a smirk curled his lips.

The pit of your core stirred with desire.

Here's a follow up to 'The Briefing'! A part two if you will. I hope you enjoy reading it. I've been blown away by the notes for the first post, you guys really helped spur on this installment :)

Rhapsody ♪

Word count- 832

Warnings- None

Characters- Kylo Ren x Reader

The rhythmic stomp of your elite raid troopers echoed down the corridor as it opened up into the landing bay. Personnel jumped out of your path, hushed murmurs behind your back. This always filled you with pride as you grinned under your helmet. Your reputation preceding you and your squad. 

The command shuttle was ready to launch, the flight crew having boarded. You formed up waiting for The Supreme Leader.

You felt his presence before you saw him. Everyone seemed to halt what they were doing to see him take those long swaggering strides across the deck, his cloak fanning out behind him. You were thankful you could bite your lip unnoticed, appreciating the power he emanated.

With the barest of nods he acknowledged you. “Let's go.” The distorted voice ordered. 

Hurtling through lightspeed you went over the information you’d gathered on the temple remains with your squad. The mission was to collect further reconnaissance and take back anything of value before it fell into rebel hands for The Supreme Leader. 

You not only knew there were relics on Vargos 9 from the evidence you’d gleaned from Coruscant, you could feel there was something else, something for you.

Before long the craft descended, the tang of adrenaline filling the cabin, the squad readying for action. A desolate, stoney planet emerged below. Once landed, the baydoor hissed open in a steaming cloud, mingling with the dust being blown up. 

“Troopers, continue your task. The Captain and I have a different mission.” The Supreme Leader barked as everyone alighted.

You daren’t question this, not in front of your troopers at being out manoeuvred. A wave of anger rolled through you, if Kylo Ren noticed he didn’t acknowledge it.

You saluted the squad, informing them to head back once they'd completed their assignment and if they encountered any resistance, dispatch how they saw fit. You took your leave, heading south in silence with The Supreme Leader. 

After a few clicks the remains of a temple you’d mapped emerged from the hazy horizon. It was practically a pile of rubble, a decoy. You knew there was a Sith Temple buried beneath. You felt a pull towards it, an invisible tug, as if whatever was down there was impatient to be found. 

“You feel it too?” Kylo finally spoke, breaking the simmering silence between you. 

You nodded in agreement.

"You're still holding back. I can sense it." Kylo Ren’s monotone drawl from that menacing helmet pointed out.

It irked you hearing the truth. You'd spent nearly all your life denying your gift, pushing it down, hiding it, you didn’t know how else to control it. It frightened you sometimes when it did try to come to the forefront. 

You took a deep breath. The only way in was to call the temple to the surface. You stretched out a shaky hand, your brows furrowed. You were unsure how to release your gift on command, you weren't sure you were ready. 

After what felt like an embarrassing amount of time trying to call the force to action, frustrated, you wrenched your helmet off and flung it to the ground.

“You need to let go,” Kylo’s voice commanded. “You’re still holding on to the past.” 

Removing his helmet, he took your chin in his colossal hand like he had that morning. His eyes black as the furthest reaches of space, but something else hid there, longing perhaps?

“Let go of everything. You’ve nothing to fear.” Releasing you, he held his palm upwards. 

Instinctively you took it. Power thrummed from him to you, speaking to your force that you'd kept hidden deep within you, something only he had seen. It roared in recognition. 

Kylo smirked. “You know what you need to do. You know.” He urged. “Don’t be afraid.”

Closing your eyes you spiralled down into yourself, drawing on everything that had stopped you from using the force all this time and blasted it towards the pile of rubble. 

The ground rumbled, and cracked. The noise deafening.

“More!” Kylo shouted, coaxing you on, squeezing your hand. 

Tears welled in your eyes, the release of everything you’d ever endured flooding forth as you screamed in unadulterated rage. It felt divine, freeing.

A triangular, smooth black building, lit with fiery red symbols emerged as the last of the rocks fell away. Kylo stumbled as the ground settled, it was enough to make you drop to your knees exhausted. 

Where once there was always a pit of a raging storm, calm now radiated within you. 

Kylo offered you a hand, his eyes shining. You reached for him and he squeezed your fingers, a thumb reassuringly stroking the back of your hand as you found your feet. A warm breeze picked up, his cloak stirring. 

“Thank you Supreme Leader.” You whispered, tucking away a loose strand of your hair whipped from your low bun. Kylo followed the gesture hungrily. 

Part 5! Hope you enjoy this installment!

Rhapsody ♪

Word count- 688

Warnings- None, just fluff, bit of arse grabbage.

Characters- Kylo Ren x Reader

You weighed up what had transpired on the journey back to the shuttle. Feeling the force coursing through you that had replaced the angry storm that once dwelled there, listening to it. It felt balanced. 

You had to get to know yourself again, having always hidden this part of you. Who were you now? A Captain? An Apprentice? What lay ahead for you?

As if in answer, Kylo spoke. “ I can sense unease in you Apprentice…” 

You looked up into his face, his eyes filled with that searching look again. 

You spoke falteringly. “I’m not sure who I am any more. I don’t know this part of me, I always hid it from myself. I feel a bit lost? Does that make sense?”

Kylo didn't answer right away, considering your question before responding. You walked on side by side, a sandy wind swirled around you both. 

“You have nothing to fear. It will take time, but your training will help,” Kylo answered. “You won’t have to do it alone.” He turned you towards him as he dropped his helmet to the ground. You felt yourself heat instantly under his soft gaze. 

He cupped your face, the caress of the leather was cool on your flushed cheeks, his eyes were glistening. You tentatively curled a hand around his wrist. You could stop this, right now, whatever this was between you both. Was it right?

Kylo let out a shaky sigh, he pulled you closer until your foreheads met. He closed his eyes and you heard his voice in your head. 

“I’ve felt how you do now...” Your force reached out to him and in an instant you knew. You saw how fearful and angry he was, what Luke Skywalker, his parents, Snoke had done, all of it. The legacy of his Grandfather…the rage, anger, ambition. It all made sense. And equally if anyone knew what you’d been through, Kylo would. 

“But now I’ve found you, we can do this together, change the galaxy.” He said huskily pulling away a little to study you, his hand slid possessively along your lower back, making you catch your breath, the other titled your chin upwards. His eyes were full of anguish, he’d been alone for so long, you recognised his feelings in yourself. You moved closer, there was more than the force pulling you into his orbit. 

What did he mean change the galaxy together? What did he see in you? His words were powerful, igniting you with fire. You let go of your helmet you’d been grasping tight next to where Kylo had done the same as he pulled you to him. 

That intense stare of his bored into you as his touch moved downwards, gripping your arse tugging you fast up against him. Your insides flipped at the feel of his powerfully built torso pushing against your chest plate squashing your breasts, his hand holding you firm. You cursed your armour, you needed his hands on your body. 

You tiptoed up sliding your fingers behind his neck, stroking, sinking into his gorgeous dark hair. You bit down on your lip as his eyes darkened at your touch. Blood pounded in your ears, your breath quickened. Your other hand brushed along his muscly arm finding its way underneath, gripping his huge, broad shoulder, inviting him ever closer.

Every part of you tingled with electricity as he leaned in, his lips parted, making you shudder with desire- just as blaster fire rang out.

It shattered the moment. You both turned towards where it came from. The shuttle. 

It was like having a bed sheet ripped off you, suddenly exposed to the cool night air. He instantly let you go, alert for danger. You felt adrift, you yearned for his consuming embrace, that connection you both shared. 

Kylo grunted in annoyance, wrenching his helmet back on as he marched off thunderously. You were rooted to the spot in disbelief until the sound of the blasters intensified.