Heavy sobs racked my body between shaky breaths as I buried my face in the overly starched pillow. There was no getting off this ship. There were no answers to be found.

If I truly was a, how did Ren put it, a recipient of such hospitality, why wasn't I granted the luxury of choosing to leave? Why was General Hux practically speaking in riddles around me? Why is this entire crew so hell-bent on keeping me here?

Why me?

No.

Orrin Fireith would not stoop to levels of self-pity.

Indignation, fury, and upset mixed in the pit of my stomach like a Molotov cocktail ready to be thrown.

Orrin Fireith would not be kept prisoner.

Not too long after we met, Lil dubbed me as "the FireSith," a somewhat poor joke but an accurate description nonetheless. Our friendship was founded utterly by coincidence, as she caught me during a blind rage in the music hall at our school. She was there to practice her mandolin. I was there to destroy, as was typical whenever things didn't go my way. The situation leading up to that episode was blurry, probably about a bad grade or a shitty classmate who got on my nerves. Whatever the cause, it wasn't anything that called for thousands of credits worth of damage.

Which made me feel a little better about showing Medical Ward 6 who exactly it was detaining.

I flung my IV pole across the room, smashing the mirror into splinters, distorting my reflection into cracks. My brick of a pillow tore apart with ease in my vice grip, a backdrop of hovering feathers complimenting the scene. A surgical knife rested in the cabinet above my bed and acted as the perfect tool to stab through the counter, the mattress, the wall...

It was only after I collapsed onto my now mutilated mattress that I realized I was screaming throughout the ordeal. My throat burned nearly as hot as the tears that streamed down my cheeks. Pulling my knees to my chest, I rested my head.

Rocked back and forth.

Explored option after option of how to get back.

I wondered if the sun was about to rise over Coruscant.

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I hadn't slept for a second when a knock rapped against the door. It was light and fast, imitating the anxiety emitting from its source.

"Yes." I answered meekly, face still buried between my bruised kneecaps.

General Hux rushed through the door.

"Good morning, Or – " he tripped over his words upon taking in the scene before him. I lifted my head, eyelashes matted together, to witness his reaction to the mess.

Hux didn't seem angry; rather, his eyes rolled in a full circle as he exhaled. Indifferent, exhausted. Evidently, he had prior experience with tantrums. I pondered from who.

"Sorry." I sighed, shrugging slightly.

"That's...that's alright, Orrin. That's what the sanitation crew is here for. You're not the only one who..." Hux trailed off, pursed his lips, and a quiet laugh shook his body. "News of your excursion has made quite a stir on the Supremacy. I can imagine the questions you have. It's natural. I hope today you will find the answers you seek."

He was starting to grow on me.

"We have an important meeting to get to at nine hundred hours. It's currently half past eight. Please get yourself ready and meet me outside the infirmary lobby." Nodding, Hux left.

Get myself ready? With what things?

As my feet touched the cold tile floor, a shooting pain surged up my right leg. Dried blood had stained through the cast and cracked down my leg. Maybe I overdid it last night.

Scavenging through the bureau, I acquired a grey tunic and brushes for my hair and teeth. Pulling off the misshapen hospital smock, my eyes widened at the rest of my torso. Impossibly, even more cuts scattered around my chest and sides; bruises gathered around some ribs and my hips. God, these things were endless. At least I was still wearing a familiar bra. A memento of home.

The tunic fit a bit better, outlining my shape so I looked less like an incarcerated blob and more like a woman. My burning leg discouraged any attempts to take off the sweatpants. They should feel fortunate that I'm making an attempt at all. Hobbling over towards the door console, I grabbed a crutch resting in the corner. The padded armrest was uncomfortable as it sat right between my bony arm and bruised rib cage. Lifting my injured leg up slightly, I stumbled to the bathroom.

The tiles were the same unwelcoming obsidian as the rest of the Supremacy, the only sources of light emitting from the illuminated edges of the mirrors. I brushed my hair, letting my brown locks hang dully above my shoulders. Crusts of old blood fell into the sink with each swoop of the brush. My face was clean, aside from the faint lines of various cuts and my freckles that were sprinkled amongst them. The gash was as prominent as ever. Probably going to need stitches. I shuddered at the thought.

This was as good as it was going to get.

I met with General Hux at the designated place, the same spot where I had tricked that stormtrooper to leave me alone. Confusion washed over his face as the General eyed my stance up and down.

"I see you've made yourself at home." He stated, ringing his hands. "Well, nevermind your appearance. That will mean little to Supreme Leader Snoke. Come along now, follow me."

Hux ignored the questions that streamed out of my dropped jaw.

"Wait, what? Who are we meeting?!" I called, limping a few footsteps behind the redheaded man.

"You'll see momentarily. The Supreme Leader is...impressed...with the abilities you displayed last night." Hux answered, waving a hand without turning around.

We marched through a maze of halls, taking several elevators until we seemed to reach the height of the ship. High-ranking Admirals and Officers greeted Hux and smiled at me, as if they had been waiting for my arrival. Along the way, droves of stormtroopers had stopped in their tracks, not only to salute General Hux, but also to watch me pass, not so subtly whispering to one another. One of them had pointed in my direction while nudging a trooper next to him.

"That's the one who got Hugo killed last night."

Although I couldn't see through their masks, I knew they were all staring at me. If I had known my actions would've gotten someone killed...

Hux stopped at a massive metal door that shone bright silver, a contrast from the black walls.

"And here we are. The Supreme Leader is eager to make your acquaintance, but do not speak to him unless he addresses you first." Hux drew his eyes to the floor as he finished talking, like he knew this from experience. With swift flicks of his fingers, he entered a passcode by the door. The huge metal shield split in half and slid into their respective shafts.

Hux ushered me in before him, and together we stood, basked in glowing red light, in the chambers of Supreme Leader Snoke, Commander Kylo Ren already in his company.

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Like Kylo Ren, legends of Snoke were rumored throughout Coruscant, although they were never consistent. Rhyen said that his father, an assistant to the Coruscant Provisional Government, had seen holographs of Snoke, and that he was small in stature, wrinkled, frail. The radio shows my parents listened to described Snoke as menacing, enormous, but youthful.

I can tell everyone back home with certainty that they were all wrong.

Leaning back in a throne sized only for someone of his frame, Snoke's massive figure commanded the room. Beady blue eyes protruded from his otherwise calloused and wrinkled face. Draped in a gilded robe, his hands curled and released around the edges of his throne's armrests. His presence was centered in the colossal room.

Decorated solely by floor to ceiling panels of red, Snoke's chamber was more or less barren. Armed guards in matte red armor flanked the leader's sides, each carrying a weapon that looked more terrifying than the one before it.

Kylo Ren turned to watch as Hux and I made our way towards the end of the room. Hux placed a hand on Ren's shoulder, which he immediately shook off. The air was still and awkward. Ren looked in my direction, but his mask kept his true focus a mystery.

"Is this the girl?" A deep and raspy croak radiated from the Supreme Leader.

"Yes, Supreme Leader. We picked her up two nights ago on Coruscant." Hux responded, bowing.

Snoke grumbled in affirmation. His head slowly cranked from Hux to me.

"Step forward, child."

A lump sat heavily in my throat and my feet felt like they were cemented to the ground. Hux gently pushed me forward.

"And what is your name?" Snoke extended his veiny neck forward. I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't take to being examined like a specimen.

"Orrin." I said to the floor.

"Do you understand why you are here, Orrin, aboard the Supremacy? Only the highest elites have seen this craft, let alone board her." Snoke lifted a hand and gestured across the room in satisfaction. A crooked smile spread across his face, disfigured by the scarring on his cheeks.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes with closed fists. Sleep deprived, hurting, and feeling the remainder of adrenaline pumping through my body, I answered his question without hesitation.

"No, actually, I don't know why. No one here has taken the liberty of explaining anything to me." At this rate, I just wanted answers, regardless of the consequence.

"Watch it."

I flinched as Kylo Ren's metallic command rattled in my skull. Throwing a glance in his direction, my eyes locked with his mask. This time, I knew he was staring right through me.

"Commander Ren, do not speak to our guest with such haste. She's here to help us, after all." Snoke read both our minds as simply as if Kylo had spoke out loud. Hux coughed into his elbow, visibly bothered by the secret conversation. Snoke ignored Hux, and returned his attention back to me.

"You are here for a reason, Orrin Fireith." Snoke continued. I raised a brow, noticing I didn't tell him my last name. "You have been rescued by The First Order from certain death to achieve a future greater than you could ever have imagined. You are here to fulfill your destiny." He crossed his legs, content with his soliloquy.

"Why can't I go home? I didn't offer my help." Snoke's proposal of galactic fame did nothing in terms of tempting me. Although he remained silent, I felt Kylo Ren's presence in my head, searching. Get out, I snarled.

Snoke laughed, apparently pleased with my dissent. Was this a game to him?

"You sure know how to choose them, don't you Commander?" The monstrous figure addressed the masked man.

"She is the only one who possesses the Force with the strength we require, Supreme Leader." The mechanized voice responded as the Commander kneeled.

"And strong she is. I am well aware of your little...escapade, young Fireith. You hold such mastery of the Force for someone without any training. You would bring great restitution to your family, and balance to the galaxy, if you trained with The First Order. That is, if you accept our offer. I think you will." Turning back to the Commander, Snoke motioned for him to continue.

"Have you yet to recall the night the Resistance invaded your home?" Kylo Ren rose from his position to face me, his back turned to Snoke. I lifted my chin to look him in what would've been the eye.

"No, I haven't." I inhaled sharply, trying my best to not appear as intimidated as I felt.

"Well, it is agreed upon that now is an appropriate time. I believe you will realize the good The First Order intends to bring to prevent tragedies like these from reoccurring." He turned to Snoke for approval, like a child towards his father.

Snoke nodded in response.

"Show her the truth." 

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A/N: Hey everyone! it seems wp has gotten back to normal...hopefully. anyways hope y'all enjoyed this chapter i can't wait for more kylo stuff there's a lot in store!!! love u bye