#umbaren

there had been rumors about the knights of ren, yet none could ever be confirmed as true for they appeared and vanished like ghouls. it had come to the generals attention that another mission was at hand, and although he preferred to move alone - had it been ordered that a knight of ren would accompany him. indeed adan had never been fond of them, their methods were cruel and unpredictable unlike adan. his mind worked like an oiled machine - knowing each and every strategy like the back of his hand. however this mission required something adan could never possess the force. it was said that beneath the tombs of an old sith lord artifacts had been stored, one that could show the supreme leader the ways of the force. whether or not the general had interest in such a useless chase was out of the question - he was simply there to follow orders. 

the bridge felt immediately colder when a masked figure arrived, the deathly calmness around him sent a shiver down the generals spine. but he did not flinch, simply acknowledged the presence with a stern nod. never had he seen a knight of ren in person, for they seemed to follow their masters every move. his unbecoming emotions and thoughts about the knights master were surely sensible. 

‘‘ i am assuming you are the knight i have been waiting for. note that my crew is ready to serve you and your master, however i am the one leading this ship and i would appreciate it if you would consider what that means. ‘‘

handwriting meme - @umbaren

damn, this tea is scalding.

𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 → 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 @umbaren​ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 : ❛ stay out of my way. ❜

voices drift to her ears all around her, eyes hesitantly switching between her and the other knight exiting their enemy’s ship.  many are shocked to see he managed to escape the resistance’s grip, some can’t help but insult him for getting caught in the first place.  it is hard to ignore ; the hardest of all are the ones exaggerating disappointment in still having to deal with the arrogance (just when we thought we were one down, five to go ) but she pushes it all from her mind.  these weak minded, spineless followers mean nothing.  they don’t matter.  another time she can put them in place, teach them a thing or two about respect.  the second her eyes lock on vyxsis from across the hangar, her heart swells, and everything else ceases to exist.  no gossiping, no snide comments, no wandering eyes watching the scene unfold.  JUST HIM.

“vyxsis?!”

his name works around the knot in her throat, and elation radiates from her.  HE IS SAFE AND HE IS BACK.  of course those rebels couldn’t put him down — she didn’t think for a second that they could, and yet, knowing for certain that he is fine is infinitely better than having to just convince herself of such.  a cry, a happy laugh leaves her lips and she is moving forward.  running is not a decision she consciously makes ; one second she is just seeing him, the next her boots are pounding against the shiny black surface beneath her feet and propelling her toward him.  buzzing machines blur by, stormtroopers and pilots and mechanics that turn their heads toward her as she all but flies across the hangar.

“vyxsis!”

a voice so small, choking beneath the emotion, it doesn’t sound like her own.  such behavior is unusual for the first order.  everyone is to remain professional, cold, distant and uncaring for their colleagues.  the knights are different.  THE KNIGHTS ARE FAMILY.  and nobody is going to tell her she can’t be happy to see someone she loves return to her after escaping the clutches of danger.  another laugh sounds seconds before she’s finally reaching him, leaping into the air, crashing into him like a wave and throwing her arms around him.  she can feel him almost stumble back, and her hold only tightens.  cheeks aching from the smile, she buries her face in him and squeezes him, like letting go means he just may disappear.  feeling him return the embrace she sighs happily, with a world’s worth of relief, and closes her eyes.