Kylo Ren (terriblewrong) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-03-20 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, dee, kylo ren |
you gotta face up, you gotta get yours
Who: Kylo Ren & Dee.
What: After meeting the ghost of his father, Kylo runs into a Force user and decides he needs the distraction.
When: Immediately following this thread.
Where: Naboo refugee village.
Rating: G.
He wasn't lost. That was the first thing he'd argue; no, he was simply taking his time leaving the village. Never before had he been aimless, without purpose; he was one of the few who knew their true calling in life. But now things were different; the rift was altering the plan, making sharper corners and placing more obstacles in his path. Would his work never be done? Was it all...
He wouldn't let his mind wander there. Already grappling with so many insecurities, Kylo knew he didn't need to add to the pile. Instead, he turned his thoughts outward and explored the mental scene around him; if his family was here, there were other Force users. There were other opportunities he would turn to his will. And one such appeared before him like a gift from the Force itself. It had always favored the Skywalkers, for better or worse; why should it prove indifferent now?
Altering his course, Kylo all but made a beeline for the one he felt; a woman, walking alone. It was the setting for so many poor scenarios, but he hardly felt like making light of the situation. No, he merely needed to feel in control again.
He reached out with his abilities and stopped her mid step, frozen in time like some tribalistic painting that was out of place in this suburban, pastoral setting. Her force abilities were strong, but she was untrained; weak. But there was potential.
Moving, he took careful strides around her and eventually came to her front; eyes raked her form, examining and weighing. Finally, he let go, releasing her from his mental hold. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was make an impression.
Dee’s eyes were wide. As her foot landed back on solid ground, her hair fell close around her face, framing her, providing a lion’s mane behind which she could only partially hide. She took what concealment it gave her, and watched the newcomer from beneath a veil of dark ringlets. Her hands flexed at her sides, twitching close -- not close enough -- to the pouch that hung at her waist. There was no plan, her posture made that clear. Clear, too, was her unwillingness to be caught off guard again. She looked every bit the rabbit waiting for its chance to bound away.
“I don’t have anything you want,” she said. She raised her hands, palms up. Fear radiated off her in sharp, sickly spikes. “I’m just a refugee.”
He almost felt naked without his mask; the scanner it provided would have offered a plethora of information, but there was still much he could see with his simple gaze. He could see her hand hovering at her belt, but left it alone for the time being.
"Oh, but you do," he purred back. The fear radiating off of her was familiar, comfortable. The anger he'd felt before toward his would-be father was turning to excitement; an equally dangerous emotion. His mind ventured closer to hers, skimming the thoughts that were springing up there from the bare surface.
"And I think you know what I'm interested in. Has anyone approached you about your Force abilities?"
She tried to swallow around the lump in her throat. “What?” She furrowed her brow, but her expression fell far short of the confusion she intended. Issan weighed heavy on her mind, and in her shadow, Madalena. Her gaze cut left, toward a narrow alleyway. She angled her body toward it. “I’m a healer, if that’s what you mean. Are… are you hurt?”
As the Knight of Ren's face flashed across his mind, Kylo sneered. Usually his expressions were voided by his mask, but it was difficult to hide them here. It was clear his knights were doing more than they were bid, but he would deal with Issan -- and her master, by extension -- later.
Not in a way that anyone can fix. He took a few steps closer to her, impeding her space. Pressing her and hopefully forcing her to react in a way that would confirm what he felt; he did not doubt his own abilities, but merely wished to see what she was capable of.
"Has she begun training you?" He pressed closer, both with his tall, black form and his mind. Something would snap, one way or another.
Color rushed to her cheeks, stark beneath the white dots that marked her eyes. She felt his intrusion, the exploratory prodding into her thoughts; she shuddered as though a chill had come over her. She willed herself to think of other things. She poured all of her focus to the bag at her waist, where bone powder and sharp fangs waited. She grasped the bag with her hand, and felt her will and force commingled. A prayer to her sleeping, otherworldly god came to her lips. A dark tear began to appear in the air behind her, between her body and the alley that was still too far away. She stepped back, towards its cold embrace.
Kylo caught her, his hand ripping through the air to a clenched position that mimicked wrapping around her throat. While his physical and mental being held her, though, his attention was on the metaphysical rip behind her -- another rift? Was she the cause of all this trouble?
"Who are you?" He bent his wrist forward, bringing her within his grasp, his hand nearly brushing her cheek. She tried to wrest away, succeeding only in turning her chin the slightest degree from him. Her hands shot out, clutching at his wrist.
“Nobody,” she gasped. She tipped her toes downward, kicking softly as she tried to reach the ground. “A... refugee.”
The minuscule rift behind her pulsed, betraying her with its continued presence. For the moment its opening remained large enough that she might have still slipped through given the chance, but it grew thinner with each second that passed. She kicked again, and for an instant she felt the scrape of sand beneath her toes.
He wrenched her away from the rift completely, unwilling to be parted from his prize. While one hand held her still in the air, the other reached out with his own senses to probe the rift. It felt...alien, in a way that he had never before experienced in this galaxy. It fought back with a sentience of its own, denying his entrance, and then it snapped shut. Rather than closing of its own will, it had petered out, dissipating entirely from lack of energy.
Kylo looked back to the woman in his grasp. He put her down enough to have a proper conversation, but not enough that she could escape.
"This is something you can do at will?"
Dee watched him as she would a coiled viper. Her every muscle was drawn taut, every sense attuned to his smallest movement. She softened her voice. Eased the hard line of her shoulders. “I can,” she said. Her voice was rough from the tightness of his grip. “But it’s better if I have time to focus. I could show you--”
The small leather pouch that had been on her belt was suddenly, wildly, flying through the air. Bone fragments and dust and a handful of needle-sharp nexu teeth rained down as it fell. Beneath the patter of falling spellwork supplies, Dee’s voice could just barely be heard. A new rift opened behind her, ragged and narrower now; she kicked backward, falling into the void like a diver into the sea. The unstable tear closed behind her, unmaking itself so quickly that it snipped off the end of one thin black curl of her hair.
Caught off-guard, Kylo swatted at the material flying at him through the air; his eyes squeezed shut as the sharp teeth raked his skin. Just as quickly, he pushed forward, looking for the woman he'd just held prisoner, only to find her gone. He'd seen her slip away -- felt it -- and for a moment his burning rage seared his vision. His hand grappled for the lightsaber that was no longer at his side. Turning, he grabbed a crate from a table and hurled it at the ground. Smashing such a simple creation into a million pieces did little to abate his anger; he wanted to decimate something, but there was nothing at hand.
The holoreader at his belt chirped, pulling him to his senses; he nearly hurled it away, but the surprise of it snapped him back to reality. He half hoped it was Hux, just so he could unleash a string of obscenities at someone who deserved it, but the name on the screen immediately made his blood turn cold.
Return to your ship; we will discuss your disobedience.
The simple, curt message was sent on a secure line that came from only one source. Clenching his fists, he sucked in a deep breath; he would use this audience to his advantage, explain to Snoke what he'd been doing here and what he'd discovered. He would prove the worthwhileness of his trip.
Sliding the holoreader home in its slot, Kylo turned and set himself on a course back to his ship. There would be time to come back here, to raze this whole place to the ground, hopefully with his family inside of it. He would find this woman who had caused the rift; he would find the girl. The most beneficial aspect of this trip was the renewed fire in his soul, the one that would drive him to complete what he'd set out to do.
And nothing would stand in his way.