Kylo Ren (terriblewrong) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-04-02 09:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: space, !locale: the finalizer, kylo ren |
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Who: Kylo Ren
What: The Master of the Knights of Ren reports to his Supreme Leader.
When: After the events of this thread.
Where: Aboard the Finalizer.
Rating: G.
Upon his return to the First Order's flagship, the first move Kylo made was to redress himself in his black robes. He donned his mask with no small amount of reverence, the first breath pulled in through the breathing apparatus feeling like a shot to his heart. He never thought he was so dependent on the trappings and symbols of his appearance, but ever since Rey had slashed him in that final battle on the Star Killer, he'd become more reticent toward his true appearance. Going down to the planet without it had been a necessity, one that had put him at too strong of a disadvantage. It had made him weak, and put him in the position he was in now.
But there was no time for such sentiments. Kylo forced his mind clean, and then moved in front of the audio/visual comm panel in his rooms. Next to the communications room within the ship, his quarters were the most secure area on the Finalizer. It was not often that he took meetings with Supreme Leader Snoke here, but for the time being, it would do. He tapped a series of buttons, lighting up the optical sensor on his end while a projector created a ghostly death mask of his master.
Snoke's face floated in mid-air, his lips forever cutting a disapproving frown. Kylo kept his back straight, his visor even, unwilling to show the slightest hint of discomfort or fear.
"I've rescinded your permissions to leave the Finalizer for the coming future," Snoke's voice intoned. One gloved fist at Kylo's right curled, but he made no other movement. "Until we have a better understanding of the situation on Naboo, you will remain away from events. Why did you not send knights to investigate this matter?"
"Because there are Skywalkers on Naboo," Kylo replied, his digitized voice struggling to remain even as it belied the combined rage at his punishment and the need to please his master, prove his worth. "And my father."
"Your father is dead. Anything coming through that rift is an illusion, or a trick," Snoke replied evenly, completely unconcerned. "Do not tell me that you still have an attachment."
"No," Kylo quickly asserted. "But I had to see with my own eyes. I needed to be sure--"
"You risk too much, showing yourself. You will remain here, and orchestrate soldiers and your knights for further missions." Kylo's jaw clenched, but he forced his hand flat at his side.
"I found another, on the planet," he began, eager to offer up another bit of information that would gain him some good steading in Snoke's eyes. The hologram made no reply, but the black orbs of his eyes widened slightly, waiting for more information. "A woman; she can create rifts. She escaped from me in one, but I would ask permission to find her. She may know more about the spacial break above Naboo."
Snoke turned contemplative for a moment; there was no visible change in his pallored expression, but Kylo had known the man long enough to understand when his master was thinking. Kylo realized the value of the information he'd just offered; if the First Order were able to assert control over the rift, their standing in the galaxy would change massively. They already had a foothold over the Republic, and controlling the rift would allow them access to powers and people the Resistance could only dream of. If someone was responsible, it would behoove the Order greatly to sway her to the cause.
"You may, but not personally. Use the equipment and personnel at your command. I would have frequent reports about this woman as you find more information; do not disappoint me, Master of the Knights of Ren."
Kylo swelled with more than a little pride at the use of his title, as unconfident as that pride was; he was never sure if Snoke was honestly approving, or if there was sarcasm hidden within that moniker. He fought to keep his head from bobbing in some lunatic, overly eager agreement.
"As you wish, master."
His work finished, Snoke's face disappeared in a blink. Kylo waited a beat before turning the comm center off completely. Forcing his jaw to relax, Kylo glanced back to see the edge of his grandfather's mask sitting on its dais near the center of the room. The charred, melted thing seemed to watch him with an imperious gaze, though Kylo liked to think at least Darth Vader would understand his position. Kylo closed his eyes, whispering a silent prayer to his dead ancestor; would that he had more time to converse with Anakin, but there was no time. There was never enough.
He moved from his rooms, the door opening and closing smartly behind him. The dark side's work was never done.