"𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘."
> Supreme Leader of the First Order
> Master of the Knights of Ren
> Matt, the Radar Technician in his Spare Time
> Ben Solo is 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝔻
> Dark/Mature Themes | Descriptive | Banter | Serious
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"𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘."
> Supreme Leader of the First Order
> Master of the Knights of Ren
> Matt, the Radar Technician in his Spare Time
> Ben Solo is 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝔻
> Dark/Mature Themes | Descriptive | Banter | Serious
🔁💟❔
The ship clock said it was late. Very late. Well past the time anyone but the night security patrol should be out of bed.
'Matt' was kneeling on the floor in Hanger C, surrounded by the guts of a broken cleaning droid and the scattered pages of a repair >
< manual. Other than himself the hanger was empty.
Silent but for the ever present hum of the ships engine beneath his feet, and the gentle clink of machine parts and his tools, it was moments like these which were why he still played the part of >
#TRoSNovel Spoilers
Kylo is constantly thinking about what Hux is doing or his emotional state.
It's not healthy & it is petty to feed into Hux's insecurities by undermining him. Would've been easier to get rid of Hux if he actually didn't care. Yet he does in a villanous way.
#TRoSNovel Spoilers
Kylo had noticed that Quinn made Hux particularly uncomfortable. Quinn had also asked inconvenient questions.
Kylo calls on his anger & impatience to kill slowly.
Then focuses back on Hux.
This is what Kylo Ren chooses to be like. Evil & cruel, possessive.
I don't want any of it anymore, these things inside. The rages, the loves, the sorrows, the lusts, all these God Damned angry memories. All the things I've buried inside, I want them gone.
@Chosen_Sith Passion to strength. Strength to power. Power to victory. He’d heard these words before, the code of the Sith. Was Anakin trying to tell him he lacked power because he lacked the rest?
“I do have conviction!” He protested. “I have passion! I’ve never shied away from my destiny!”
Kylo sat cross legged on the floor, eyes closed and breathing evenly.
In front of him lay the charred remains of Darth Vader’s helmet.
“I need guidance,” he spoke softly into the silence of the room. “I need you, Grandfather. I don’t know who else to turn to. Please help me.”
@Chosen_Sith Ren smiled a little awkwardly in return. The idea that the once feared Darth Vader could joke around was almost surreal.
“Everything’s going wrong, grandfather. It’s all falling apart. The First Order. The Knights. I don’t have the power to protect the people who matter to me.”
@Chosen_Sith Ren hadn’t noticed the ghost’s arrival, too lost in his own head so the brush of fingers against his hair made him jump.
The man in front of him was nothing like how he’d pictured Anakin Skywalker to be but their family connection through the Force reassured him.
“Grandfather?”