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ADCU Prompt list

•prompt Exchange•

This is a collaboration with @kylowritten and I. We have decided to take one to two prompts a month and write fics for them. If you have any prompts comment down below.

•We do not discuss anything we'd do for our fics, any similarities are purely coincidence, which is really funny on our part.

Here's a list of characters we will write for:

•JW: Kylo ren, Adam Sackler, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician.

•KW: Kylo ren, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician, Commander Mills.

Prompt 1: "Why me?" "Why not you?"

• Phillip Altman X F! Reader

Jw: "Reunion pt.1"

Kw: "Why me?"

Prompt 2: "Don't treat me like a fool" "Then don't act like one."

• Kylo Ren X F! Reader

Coming soon

Phillip Altman X F! reader

Word count: 6k

Warning(s): Cursing, Smoking, Kissing, implications of masterbation, Phillip- because...well it's Phillip.

Prompt: "Why me? "Why not you" (Will be in bold)

Prompt Exchange

A/N: This fic is part of the Prompt Exchange I am doing with @kylowritten, Go check out her fic as well! Oh, and this is part one, don't worry there will be a second chapter.

"Aw, come on, Y/n, it's a high school reunion! You should come to visit! You don't actually have to go, but you could come over to my mom's place for dinner and meet my kids!" Wendy tried her best to persuade me, but I wasn't so sure; high school wasn't my best life. It had its moments, but I only really had Wendy and Judd. I sighed. "I don't know, Wen.." "Judd and Phillip will be there." "At the reunion?" "No, dork. At dinner. Judd is visiting the same weekend, and Phillip has been dying to see you again." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Oh Yeah?" "Of course, Y/n. He absolutely adored you when we were younger. Don't you remember me telling you that he'd used to ask when you'd come over?" "Ooh. Yeah, but he was such a little punk" I heard Wendy's laugh crackle over the phone. "Yes. You're right but still. We all miss you." "Wendy, you saw me last month." I tried to reason, but I knew Wendy wouldn't let me live it down if I didn't go, so we chatted awhile longer about everything and anything then I booked my tickets for home.

How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.

Adam Sackler

"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.

The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,

"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.

"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"

 "You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.

"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."

 Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.

The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.

 Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.

"Adam...Please don't."

"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.

"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.

"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."

Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."

 "Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."

"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."

"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.

"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."

His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical  approach.

Flip Zimmerman

You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.

"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.

 "S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.

"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.

"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts

"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."

"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."

"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"

 You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"

 You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.

"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.

"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,

"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."

Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.

 Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.

"It better be me, Honey."

 A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.

"Always, sweetheart."

If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.

Phillip Altman

"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.

 As I said. Disbelief.

 "Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."

You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."

"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."

 "Hotness?"

 "Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;

 Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face

"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."

He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"

You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."

"Oh? Then what will? Huh?  How about this?"

Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.

"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;

 He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.

"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.

 "SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.

"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.

 "Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."

Kylo Ren

He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,

"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.

"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.

 He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.

"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.

When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.

"Guess I will just have to teach you how."

The loud blaring sound of her alarm clock startled Y/n awake; She sat up in her bed, a groan leaving her lips as she shut off the alarm. "Okay. It's just an hour; You'll be fine," she tried to encourage herself as she got dressed and ready for work. First, she had a small class with the squadron she was teaching, not to be mistaken for her special forces squadron. Usually, she'd go to the cafeteria for breakfast, but she wanted to avoid as much social interaction for as long as possible. So she grabbed a protein bar from the lounge before leaving for the class.

When she arrived, Phasma was there, which was strange since she usually stuck to her troopers.

"Um...Captain. How may I help you?" Y/n made herself as professional as possible

"Kylo Ren has tasked me to teach your class and asks that you go to the hangar immediately."

Oh, you have to be kidding me. I do not have time for this. Y/n nodded and left the room, making her way to the hangar; when she arrived, the two engineers she met yesterday came up to her; frightened. That's when the smell of chard, burning metal reached her nose.

"Shit-" She cursed under her breath. "What happened?" She asked.

The tall blonde pointed to one of the terminals; it was a mangled mess of wire and metal. But what she focused on was Kylo Ren's fiery red lightsaber. Clearing her throat, she swallowed her fear and approached him.

"Sir?" Her voice was cautious; she stayed a few feet from him. The sound of his heavy breathing crackled through the voice modulator. His saber switched off, and he turned to her.

"You're late."

"You changed my schedule"

"You should have been advised last night."

"Well. I wasn't, so I apologize if my unknowingly tardiness has messed with your schedule." She sassed

"If I were you, I'd be very careful with how you address me, Capitan." His voice was low, and anger seemed to seep from his figure. Y/n straightened up. What is wrong with me? I know it's early, but am I losing my mind? Clearing her throat, she nodded.

"Yes, Sir. I apologize." She spoke curtly.

He put his saber back on his hip and then spoke, "You have thirty minutes today, so I suggest you start now."

"B-But, Sir. That's not what the-"

"This assignment goes exactly how I say it does. So either you do as you're told or face the consciences."

That threat brought back all the anxiety from the day before. Any bit of her normal self was washed away and replaced by this foreigner called fear.

 "Yes, Sir. Right away." She spoke quickly and climbed into the TIE Silencers cockpit.

When she sat in the seat, she realized her feet didn't quite reach the pedals. "Oh. Right. He's a lot bigger than I am. Gotta remember that." She mumbled to herself; when she looked out the windshield, She froze.

He was standing there...Watching her. She expected it to be like a scare tactic, and he'd be off to the side somewhere doing who knows what. "Not creepy at all, Sir," She said under her breath; since the entrance hatch was still open, she didn't know how much he could hear. Unaware of his special abilities.

Once she settled her nerves, she leaned forward in her seat to reach the ship's flight computer; she then took out her datapad from the left side pocket of her uniform and connected it to the flight computer. She was surprised to see that the algorithm was set up almost identically to hers, but of course, the big complicated stuff was different. No...of course, it wouldn't be that easy, but it did make it easier on her.

"Okay, first things first. Gotta prioritize the main components," She spoke to herself as she scrolled through the computer's terminal; she groaned at all the numbers and red lettering. This is going to take forever. Then an idea popped into her head. Well...he never said I couldn't make a copy and then study it later.

Without a second thought, she quickly downloaded a copy of the computer's schematics onto her datapad; she had five minutes left when the download finished;

looking up from the computer, she saw him there, still staring at her.

Judging her every move.

Watching her from under that terrifying mask.

She looked at her watch before she unplugged the tablet, putting it back in its original place before she climbed out of the cockpit.

"I'm done, sir," she spoke formally as she approached him. Keeping enough distance. He nodded a silent dismissal.

As she walked passed him, he grabbed her forearm, stopping her in her tracks.

He leaned in close to her ear.

"If I didn't know any better, captain, I would assume you just stole important information from the first order." His voice distorted and low as he spoke.

Y/n swallowed harshly. "Sir. You never said I couldn't study the flight computer information after hours. I don't want to mess anything up,"

 Kylo hummed and let go of her arm. "Use that information wisely." he began to walk towards his ship but stopped when Y/n spoke up,

"Why did you change my schedule?" She asked abruptly.

"I have a meeting to attend to off base. You'll go back to your assigned schedule tomorrow," he spoke honestly; the modulator did little to hide the sincerity

"Oh. Uh. well, then, good luck, sir." She turned and left the hangar.

"I'm sorry, he did what?" Miya asked as Y/n sat down at their lunch table.

"He changed my schedule and then got pissed off because I was late. Apparently, I got a message in the middle of the night from an informant, but I didn't see it until after I arrived to see the aftermath his temper tantrum." Y/n sighed as she ate.

The three stared at her.

"You can still back out now, right?" Cal asked, but before she could respond, Killian answered for her,

"No. She has a target over her head now. If she tried to back out, she'd not only disappoint her father, but she'd most likely get fired, or worse, Kylo Ren would have a fit and kill her."

Everyone's attention was now on killian; Y/n stared at him in fear. She hadn't even thought about the possibility of disappointing her dad. and Killian was right; if she slipped up, she'd be killed.

Y/n put her head on the table, and Miya placed her hand on her back.

"Lesson learned if you have a hobby that could potentially get you stuck in a situation between life and death. Just let it go. It's not worth it." Y/n mumbled before sitting, "I'm gonna head back to the lounge and do some work. I gotta study this dang ship without the actual ship." she groaned as she stood up.

"But you barely ate anything," Cal spoke, standing up as well.

"I'll eat more at dinner. I promise." She lied with a gentle smile; she wasn't planning on going to dinner. She'd eat a few protein bars and be all set.

This assignment was too important, not only for herself but for her father and his company.

While she was retreating to the lounge, she ran into Phasma.

"Hello, Capitan," Y/n gave her a slight nod and a smile.

"You're alive." She spoke plainly;

Y/n nodded, laughing dryly, "Just barely. I know it was an order, but thank you anyway for teaching my class."

Phasma nodded, "Of course."

Their conversation ended as they parted ways.

"Y/n."

The low voice of Major Elrik startled Y/n when she entered the lounge.

"Y-Yes, Sir,"

"My office, Now."

Oh shit. She nodded and followed him into his office.

"You are beginning to make me worried. I got word that you were late to your new assignment, which in turn caused Kylo Ren to have a tantrum, destroying one of the terminals."

"T-That wasn't my fault, Sir."

 "Oh?"

"Kylo Ren changed my schedule in the middle of the night, and I didn't see the message until it was too late." Her voice started confident but slowly deflated, and so did her demeanor.

Elrik sighed.

"The first order enjoys leaving out any information that could hurt their reputation." Elrik sat down at his desk and motioned for her to sit. "Kylo Ren has gone to the supremacy to meet with Supreme Leader Snoke, and he wanted me to inform you that he will not be back until late after your scheduled time when he returns; you will do your one hour then." Y/n nodded,

"Are you doing alright?" he asked; Y/n looked up from her lap.

"Yes, Sir. I'm doing just fine." She gave him a half-hearted smile.

"I know this assignment is a lot more than you signed up for, and I also know how you can get when you're overwhelmed. It's not a secret that Kylo Ren causes you to become anxious. If I knew he would do this, I would have said something. But I believe that you can complete this assignment without fail."

"At least someone does." she sighed,

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I-...I just think he and everyone else believes I'll fail. The man is sadistic; I think he got bored and is now using me as a play toy." she joked dryly

"You think far too much, Y/n."

"I know, Sir. May I be dismissed? I have a lot to study" The major nodded, and Y/n stood up from her seat, Heading to her room.

She sat down at her small desk and opened up her datapad; as she looked over the first page, she unbuttoned her work shirt, leaving her in a black short-sleeved undershirt and her work pants, rolling her shoulders; She began to focus intently on the plans and coding in front of her, taking notes on her personal tablet.

Four hours of studying passed by when a knock on the door interrupted her,

"Yes? Come in," She spoke, pulling away from the desk to stretch; Cal poked his head into the room.

"Hey. How's it going?"

Y/n groaned.

"That bad, huh?"

She nodded and stood up from her chair,

"It's just a lot of words and numbers that I haven't studied in a few years; It's a good refresher, though."

Cal nodded and sat down on the edge of Y/n's bed

"You know it's almost time for dinner, right? You promised to eat."

Y/n sighed. "I know, Cal. But this is too important, and I have a full day tomorrow, with three flight training, a meeting with Hux, then another meeting with some higher-ups about flight strategies. I have to study this as much as I can. Missing a few meals isn't going to hurt." She sat back down in her seat, turning her tablet back on.

"Don't neglect your needs because some asshole decided you need to prove yourself to him." Cal stood up, frustration lingering in his voice.

"Cal." She warned,

"Don't. 'Cal' me, Y/n Seinar. You are amazing a what you do; everyone knows that. Your name is important to so many people, and the resistance shivers when they hear your call sign. This prick is toying with you, and you shouldn't stand for it. He's bringing you down to nothing. You are usually so strong and glowing with confidence, and he's made you anxious and scared. He has no right to do that-"

"Callisto. Shut up." Y/n forcefully stood from her seat; her face was red with anger and annoyance. Not because of Cal but because she knew he was right.

"Get out."

"Y-Y/n, I-I"

"Out. Now."

Callisto sighed and left the room.

When the door closed, a quiet whimper left her lips

Why is this happening? I know it's his ship, but couldn't he have just left me alone for the week? He knows my reputation and all that I've done for the first order. What was his plan here? To knock me down a peg? No. This was a challenge. A game. Well...I suppose two can play. She sat on her bed and thought for a while.

If Kylo wasn't going to return late into the night, that meant she'd have plenty of time to take notes and possibly make copies of the information she already had. Sure, in the academy, this would count as cheating, but we're no longer there now, are we?

Nodding to herself, she stood up from the bed and fixed her shirt, then walked out to the lounge.

"Dinner, anyone?" She asked; Miya, Killian, and Callisto turned their heads to her.

Capitan Y/n Seinar was back. For now, at least.

She had nothing to fear as long as he was gone, right?

"Geez, does this stuff ever get better?" She asked rhetorically as she ate, Cal chuckled,

Miya shook her head. "Why would it? The first Order spends their money on more equipment and ships than on any decent food."

"Wonder if the higher-ranking officers get better food than this?"

"Wouldn't that mean Y/n would be getting better food?" Kil asks, responding to Cal's question.

Y/n put her head down as the three looked at her, pretending to be occupied with her mush.

"Y/n?" Miya nudges her side; Y/n groaned and looked up at them

 "...Yes. Cal's right. Starting at Capitan, the food gets served to your quarters or to the higher ups mess hall. It's of better quality than anything served here."

"Then why aren't you eating that food?" Miya asked,

"Because...I asked them not to send me any." She says plainly.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to eat alone, Alright?" The table erupted in laughter, no one caring if they disturbed anyone.

"Aww, that is so sweet!" Cal teased, and Y/n shot him a glare; he put his hands up in defense and chuckled.

"I just knew you guys would be completely lost without me here. That's the real reason," she tried to play it off.

"Mhm, Sure it is," Miya poked y/n's side playfully.

Then slowly, the group grew silent as they all ate, small conversations here and there but none of any importance.

As Y/n was walking out of the cafeteria, Killian gently grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to the side

"Killian- What're you"

"Shush. Just listen. I didn't want to say this with the others around, but you need to hear it. Kylo Ren is on the supremacy right now. He didn't take his silencer." Y/n's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Then why-"

"I'm not sure, but if you want to study it physically, you should go now. I'll spot you in case someone were to notice. I know the engineers will be ending their shifts soon. Don't you have to meet with the Chief, Kesta?"

"Yeah, I can do that now, actually, and by the time I'm finished, the engineers would be changing shifts. We can meet up at the lounge and go from there." Killian nodded,

"Alright, send me a message when you're on your way."

"Okay. Oh, and thank you, Killian. This will be very helpful."

"I know," he chuckled, "I prefer you getting in slight trouble than getting killed."

Miya rushed over to them and grabbed Killian's arm.

"Hey. We had a deal. No more scheming with Y/n. That almost got all four of us fired."

"We're not scheming, Miya. I was just discussing something with her."

"About?"

"What? Are you my wife or something?" Miya looked at him, shocked, and held up her left hand.

"Actually. Yeah, I will be." The thin ring glittered in the harsh hallway light. Miya and Kilian had gotten engaged years before they joined the first order.

They made a promise that once the resistance was defeated, they'd leave and get married, buy a house on some distant planet and live happily ever after. Or at least that's how Miya said it one night when they all had a few too many drinks.

Y/n snorted out a laugh as she began to walk away.

"Hey, No, get back here, Y/n."

"Nope, Sorry, Kil. You dug that grave, so lay in it."

"Where are you going?" Cal asks as he walked over to the other two.

"Got a meeting. I'll see you guys later" Y/n waved goodbye.

"Ah, Capitan. It's nice to see you again." Kesta's motherly voice welcomed y/n into the room. She was glad to see Kylo was nowhere to be seen.

"I hope you're aware that today I only had half an hour to look over the ship, and I got too preoccupied to write out a report. I will write one out tonight and send it to you in the morning."

"That won't be necessary."

"And why not?" Y/n asked with a raised brow.

"Kylo Ren already sent in a report before he left." Y/n's eyes grew wide.

 Did he realize I didn't do a report? Why would he write out a report for something he didn't do? Did he write out that I practically stole a copy of the computer's hard drive information?

That last thought chilled her to the bone; if anyone found out about that, she'd certainly get suspended. She swallowed harshly.

Even if he was away, he still managed to make her anxious. Prick.

"Just give me a quick review of everything you went over today then you may go."

The conversation lasted maybe fifteen minutes.

Y/n sent Killian a message that she was done, walking down the hallway. Killian was standing outside the door to the lounge.

"You ready to go?" He asked as she walked up to him; she nodded calmly but practically jumped out of her skin when Miya showed up behind Killian.

"Go where?" She asked, her arms crossed over her full chest. Killian groaned and turned around.

"It's none of your business Mai. I just need Y/n to do a favor for me." That wasn't too far from the truth, although he was technically doing a favor for her.

"It is definitely my business if my fiancé and best friend are going off somewhere together, alone."

"I didn't think you were the jealous type. Miya. But I assure you it's not what you think." Y/n teased as she tried to reason, but Miya put her hand up.

"It's exactly what I think it is. You two are going to Kylo Ren's ship so Y/n can study it after hours"

"How'd you-"

"Because Cal and I were thinking the same thing. We went by the Hangar earlier today and saw his ship was still there even though he already left." Miya sighed. "It's suspicious, Y/n. What if he's expecting you to go there? I mean, they were very adamant that you only have access to it for an hour and that you are under no circumstance allowed to board that ship without permission or outside the designated timeframe." Y/n sighed, knowing Miya was right.

But this was a special circumstance.

"Miya. I have to. I need as much experience with that thing as much as possible; I don't have time for rules. Kylo will literally kill me if I don't get this thing right. The least Hux or anyone else can do is fire me. I prefer my life over my job, even if I love it." Miya sighed and opened the door to the lounge, calling out to Cal.

He looked at everyone and rolled his eyes.

"We're doing something stupid again, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

 "Yep."

"Pretty much."

 He pursed his lips and sighed. "Alright. Let's go."

"Okay. This is a really dumb idea. Do you seriously need this overtime?" Cal asked.

"Oh, don't be a wimp. Come on." Y/n sassed as they entered the hangar. She made a beeline for the Silencer. "You guys, keep an eye out. I'll try to be only an hour." They all nodded and then watched as she climbed into the cockpit.

She was surprised to see that she was still allowed access to the flight computer.

Maybe he just didn't feel like changing it.

"Ok. Flight controls...Programmed the same way as mine. Easy to remember. Targeting...not so easy, so let's start there."

The hour flew by quickly; Y/n looked out the transparasteel windshield to see her friends talking quietly, not too far from the ship. To anyone, it just looked like pilots talking about work-related stuff.

Her mind drifted to her conversation earlier with Kylo

"If I didn't know any better, captain, I would assume you just stole important information from the first order."

"Sir. You never said I couldn't study the flight computer information after hours. I don't want to mess anything up"

"Use that information wisely."

"Why did you change my schedule?"

"I have a meeting to attend to off base. You'll go back to your assigned schedule tomorrow."

"Oh. Uh. Well then, good luck, sir."

She groaned; rolling her eyes. Gook luck? Seriously? And what was up with that whole 'If I didn't know better' shit?

She sighed; the words "Use that information wisely" echoed in her mind as she climbed out of the cockpit.

"Alright, I'm done; I made a good handful of notes for the difficult stuff. Of course, I'll need to spend more time tomorrow. But I have enough to get the majority of it studied tonight." Y/n spoke as she walked up to the group. They all nodded and then headed back to the lounge with no complications. Thank the Maker.

Y/n collapsed onto the couch; exhaustedly, she sighed, "Thank you, guys."

"Of course."

"What're friends for."

"Trespassing, apparently," Everyone laughed quietly, not wanting to disturb any of their other squad mates.

Y/n closed her eyes as she leaned back on the couch; a few minutes of sleep won't hurt...right?

Yes. Yes, it does hurt.

Her alarm rudely blared; she was in her bed. When did she get there? Did someone move her here? "Shit!" she cursed as she jumped out of bed, smacking her alarm off, still in her clothes from yesterday.

 "Why the hell did you guys let me sleep?" She asked, storming into the lounge.

"We tried waking you up, but you were dead asleep. Cal moved you to your room. You needed it anyways." Killian said from the couch.

"No. I needed to study my notes. Now I barely have any time to do anything off schedule."

"Speaking of schedule. Don't you have flight training in about twenty minutes?" He asked. Y/n looked at the clock and cursed again.

"Yeah, Thanks for reminding me." She turned around and walked back into her room, quickly changing into her fight suit. The armor would be unnecessary today since she was just showing basic maneuvers.

The cold air slammed against her skin as she walked out onto the tarmac where her squadron was positioned for the day. "Now, listen up. We have a lot of work to do today. I don't want any distractions, and I want you all focused on the tasks at hand. We'll be learning basic maneuvers with the TIE/fo space superiority fighter, just known as the First Order Tie Fighter. You already know how to fly, but you don't know your offense and defense yet, and that's what I plan on teaching you today."

Her squadron was small, but with her teaching, they'd most likely become some of the best TIE fighters in their generation. Most of these fighters couldn't have been more than fourteen or sixteen. Y/n cared for them like family even if she wasn't supposed to, Y/n was kind, and she wasn't afraid to show it. Especially to children.

 "Captian." A boy with platinum blonde hair with almond eyes walked up to Y/n. This was Dante. He was recruited into the first order and was also the oldest in the group, eighteen. Y/n hummed as she looked over her datapad,

"Ma'am, General Hux wanted me to inform you that your meeting with him is canceled."

"Really?" she asked while scrolling through her tablet; there it was, a notification that the meeting was canceled.

"Well, Good...I have some free time today." She mumbled to herself

"Ma'am?" Dante asked; Y/n shook her head and offered him a smile.

"Why aren't you in your flight suit?"

"I'm getting it resized. I had a growth spurt recently." Ooh. I knew something was different,

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were busy with your new assignment, and I don't have a datapad as you do." Y/n nodded

"Well, you know you won't be able to fly this class without it, right?" Dante nodded,

"Yes, Ma'am. I know. And I am fully aware of the consequences."

 "Consequences? Dante, I've never once punished you or anyone else in this squadron. What consequences?" Y/n was so surprised that she had to take a step back.

She didn't believe in the First Order's scare tactics; She believed that the best way to make good soldiers is to befriend them and give them a reason for fighting. Hux hated that, and Y/n knew it; that's one of the reasons she did it. Just to piss him off.

"You really don't pay attention to your notifications, do you ma'am?" He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Well. Dante. I've been a bit busy these last three days, you little punk."

"What is making you so busy that you can't even focus on your normal tasks" Kylo Ren. That's what.

"My new assignment has been a lot more difficult than I said it would be"

"Oh. I heard that you were working on Kylo Ren's TIE Silencer"

"Your brother needs to learn to keep his mouth shut."

 "So it's true then?"

"Dante, you know I can't discuss this stuff with you." The boy sighed.

"Then why can Killi tell me all this stuff?"

"Because Killian is your brother. I am your squad leader. You see the difference, don't you?" Dante nodded

"Yes, Ma'am"

Now about those consequences, going through her notifications, she saw another addressed from Hux.

 "What the fuck?" The message was an order for Y/n to start using proper First Order disciplinary actions. "Oh, that coward. He canceled the meeting because he knew that this would piss me off." Y/n looked at Dante, "You will not be punished, Dante."

This will not stand. I was given this squadron to test a new way of making loyal soldiers; he has no right to do this.

After the training, Y/n went to where Phasma taught her squadron

"Capitan Seinar. What a pleasure it is to see you," Phasma spat sarcastically, not very fond of having her training interrupted.

"Did you know of Hux's decision to have me enforce proper disciplinary actions with my squadron?"

 "No, I wasn't aware. But I have told you to enforce some discipline" Y/n rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest

"So you're saying it's my fault?"

 "Of course it is. You thought you could get away with just being nice. This is the first order Y/n. Kindness doesn't exist here."

"I know. You're right, but we both know Hux's way is insufficient. My way is working; they have loyalty stronger than any other squadron on this base.

"Why don't you go talk to Hux then?" Y/n looked at Phasma as though she'd grown a second head

"Are you crazy?"

"I mean, the only way for this to be solved is by confronting him on the matter; I mean, you were given that opportunity by the supreme leader. Unless the enforcement is ordered by the supreme leader, then Hux has no power over how you teach and lead your squadron."

she's got a point, but confrontation isn't my strong suit.

"Yeah...I think about it. Thank you, sorry to disturb your training."

With those parting words, she left the area, and confidently walked to the command center but stopped in Infront of the door.

Hux didn't intimidate her as Kylo did, but he was still a high-ranking officer, so she had to play her cards right.

"...Nope." Sighing, she turned around and walked back the way she came. Coward. "Shit. I wasted that hour..." She mumbled to herself.

The rest of the day went by with barely any complications; Y/n missed lunch and was on the way to the cafeteria for dinner when a trooper called out to her

"Capitan Seinar, Kylo Ren has returned and requests you meet him in the hangar." She looked at the trooper and sighed

"Now?" she asked; the trooper nodded

"Alright. Thank you," she grumbled as she turned away from her earlier destination, Great. Now I've got to deal with him.

"Sir. I apologize if I'm late."

She addressed the looming figure as he stood in Infront of his ship, his back to her.

"You're right on time."

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It was late one saturday night, and Y/n had invited Flip to a small club, persuading him by offering to buy him a beer. He wasn't going to say no to his best girl, but a free beer would always be appreciated.

Flip watched Y/n from the bar as she danced.

To him, she was the most beautiful person in the room, dressed in her cherry red low-cut top and black high-waisted bell bottoms.

He was surprised when he picked her up to see her in something more revealing than what she'd usually wear, but he was proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone, not that he didn't like the regular modest clothing. One downside he wasn't so keen about was that almost every other guy had their eye on her. He just knew how beautiful she was, and now she was beginning to see it too.

Flip wasn't a jealous guy, though that didn't mean he liked other men looking at his girl with lust in their eyes. But he trusted her and knew she could take care of herself.

"Hey, Sweetheart, Wanna come back to my place?" A very unpleasant voice spoke close to Y/n's ear; she froze completely when his hands landed on her hips.

The man reeked of something she couldn't decern. Y/n pushed his hands off her hips and turned to face the man.

 "No, Thank you." She said plainly and began walking to the bar where Flip was watching closely.

The man grabbed her wrist; Y/n instantly turned around and backhanded him.

"I told you no. Now let me go."

 "Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't play hard to get."

 "She's not" Flip stood behind Y/n, pulling her wrist from the man's grasp, wrapping his arm around her waist before she could send a punch to the man's face. She squirmed in Flip's hold, but he wouldn't let up.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy asked,

"Her Boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave."

 "Why? What're you gonna do? Start a fight?" The guy put up his fists.

"No. Worse. I let her go, and you'll be in a hospital bed." Flip let his grip on her loosen; Y/n went to lunge at the man, making him take a step back. But Flip caught her before she could take a hit; He held her wrists against her chest with one hand and the other on her waist, her back pressed flush against his chest.

 "Leave. Now. For your own sake."

 The man looked at Flip and then at Y/n.

"Fucking bitch." he hissed out as he left quickly.

Y/n was breathing heavily as she stared into the space where the man had been before; Flip wasn't planning to let her go until she calmed down. He knew her past and secrets, and he wasn't going to allow history to repeat itself.

 When he realized she wouldn't calm down, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other holding her wrists, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed.

He took her outside and sat her on the hood of his truck. Y/n watched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Y/n, Sweetheart." The nickname sounded like honey coming from him. "You okay?" his voice was laced with concern. She nodded.

"Use your words." his tone had a slight sternness to it this time; he wouldn't believe her until she gave him a verbal response.

 "Yeah, Baby. I'm okay," she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Flip shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for-"

 "But- But if I wasn't wearing this stupid outfit-"

 "Stop it. Right now. You have no control over other people's actions. You look gorgeous in that outfit, and You know it. You are becoming more confident every day and I'm so proud of you. So don't you dare blame yourself for that asshole's decisions"

"Thank you for stopping me from doing something I'd regret," Flip chuckled and pulled her by the waist to the edge of the hood, wedging himself between her knees. His hands rested on her thighs.

 "I wouldn't have liked to arrest my girlfriend. Again." He teased, and Y/n rolled her eyes,

"That wasn't my fault." She defended as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"I'm Sorry." She whispered against his lips. Flip pulled back only slightly; his brows knitted in worry.

"For?" he asked, gently rubbing patterns into her thighs with his thumbs.

"I never bought you that beer I promised." She pouted, Flip smirked as he kissed her pouty lips, his hands sliding their way up her thighs to her waist, the tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband and slightly pulling the fabric away from her waist.

 "That's alright, honey. You can make it up to me."

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"So? What did he say" Y/n asked the man who stood before her.

"It's been approved, but you only have an hour each day for one week. Then you are to return to your regular duties after that period is over," The man spoke calmly as he watched Y/n's eyes light up in excitement; Y/n pumped her fist in the air victoriously.

"Yes! Thank you, Father- I...I mean, Sir." She quickly corrected herself, but the man's face was just as happy as hers had been moments before.

"Little Sunflower, You don't need to call me Sir. You know that." He gently scolded,

"Mr. Sienor, You're needed for a Field test." A woman entered the room; she was his secretary, whom Y/n knew as Joyce.

"Yes, Thank you. Let them know I'm on my way." He dismissed Joyce and turned back to Y/n. "Now. You should also go; you start the inspection today and need to be in the hangar in twenty minutes."

"Okay. Be safe, Dad. And Tell mom I said hello." Raith nodded and left the room, Y/n soon leaving after him.

 The walk to the hangar typically took thirty minutes, but Y/n had a deadline, and she didn't want to be late. Upon arriving, Y/n was introduced to three engineers; one was a tall blonde man whose name she'd already forgotten, and another was a more petite brunette woman with thick-framed glasses whose name had also slipped her mind. She was briefed on the rules and regulations about what she would do. She was mostly there for personal reasons, but because she knew the ship like the back of her hand from the blueprints her father allowed her, the engineers asked her to do complete inspections on them and tell them if they'd missed anything in their checks and post-fight reports. It was a win-win situation. They got a temporary engineer, and she got to look over her favorite TIE model. The TIE/vn space superiority fighter, Or as most would call it. The TIE Silencer.

As Y/n stood with her hands on her hips in Infront of the brilliant ship, she observed every detail from the ground. She noticed some dents and scrapes on the hull.

"You must be the pilot they were speaking about." The low distorted voice seemed to startle the woman, who quickly turned around to address him; him...Kylo Ren, one of the most feared men in the galaxy.

 "uh. Yes. Sir, Capitan Y/n Sienor of the Special Forces." Spoke quickly and formally.

"Impulse." Her call sign rolled through the voice modulator like an animalistic growl.

"...You've heard of me then, Sir." A simple nod was the only response she received; assuming he was done talking, she turned back to the ship.

 A moment passed, and the distorted voice returned beside her. "Tell me everything you know about this ship, Capitan."

Y/n froze; she hadn't expected him to ask her such a question but obediently replied,

"Well, Sir. She's a prototype TIE/vn space superiority fighter with a twin-ion engine. Her maximum acceleration is four-thousand-five-hundred G's, Maximum atmospheric speed is one-thousand-eight-hundred and fifty kph. She's equipped with the torplex fight computer, two sensor arrays, four targeting sensors, and of course, life support. She was specifically designed for the use of the most elite in the first order. Her manufacturer is Sienar-jaemus Fleet Systems. She's fifty-seven feet long, twenty-five feet wide, and twelve feet tall. My favorite thing about her is how quiet she is." Once again, silence filled the tense air, and the looming figure caused Y/n to feel more anxious than she'd like to admit.

 "Impressive. But if you know it so well. Why do you need to study it?"He asked, turning his head towards her.

 "Selfishly. Personal reason, Sir. I was able to test fly one of the earlier models of this, and I was immediately enamored by it. But I wasn't able to study it like I had other models in the past, and when I heard that this one was here on the starkiller base, I asked my father to do me a favor. I'm not entirely sure who flies this beauty, but they're obviously of high rank and an exceptional pilot. She's not an easy one to fly." She turned her head towards him,

 "I know. It's mine." The shock on Y/n's face could have been comical without the slight tinge of fear she felt.

 "Oh. Wow, Must be an honor then" Her voice was dangerously close to wavering.

 "I approved your inspection under certain circumstances; I trust the engineers have briefed you on it." A nod from Y/n as she stood still like a statue. "You are to report your findings to the chief engineer after every shift. Be sure to make your reports detailed." Ending on that, Kylo Ren turned and left the hangar, leaving Y/n alone with her startled thoughts. 'Had he come here just to Interrogate me?'

The petite brunette woman made her way over to Y/n; surprise was written all over her features.

"Are you alright?" She asked, concern dripping off her words.

"Yes. I'm completely fine. I should start my inspection. I appreciate your concern, but it is unnecessary." Y/n spoke flatly as she began to climb into the cockpit of the TIE, surprised by how well-kept the ship was; apart from a few minor scratches, it was in peak condition.

 After inspecting the cockpit, she looked at the wings. The design of this TIE was aggressive and gave off a sense of power. The perfect ship for Kylo Ren, she thought to herself.

After that, the blonde engineer came over to let her know her hour was up. She thanked him and wrote a report; she left the hangar when she finished.

"Ah, look. Princess is back." A man with tanned skin and messy black hair spoke from his seat in the special forces lounge.

"Shut it, Cal. Where's the boss?" Y/n said sharply, ignoring the teasing from her squadron mates. "In his office like always." The man, Cal, replied. Y/n gave him a nod and then walked to the big red door in the back of the lounge. She opened the door, and as it slid up, she saw a figure clad In red armor.

 "Major. Do you have a moment?" Her voice was calm, but there was a tinge of anxiety.

"Of course, Come in." She did; the Major asked her to sit across from his desk. "What seems to be the matter?" He asked as he sat in his chair. Y/n fiddled with the hem of her captain's uniform,

 "I assume you're already aware of my temporary assignment. If I knew it would be approved, I would have asked your permission, Sir. I apologize for not doing so." A chuckle from the man before washed away the fear of punishment.

"If this assignment is to help the First Order succeed, then you have no reason to apologize. You're an expert when It comes to The TIE Starfighters. You have helped improve the ships tenfold. If you can do that here under my authority, then who am I to stop you." He spoke as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Of course, Thank you, Sir." She stood as he dismissed her.

The three Pilots who Y/n was closest to were all standing by the door when she exited.

 "You know these rooms are sound proof right?" the group shrugged; a taller woman in a tightfitting First Order undershirt and a pair of mechanics pants laid her hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"So...You're Inspecting Kylo Ren's ship? What's it like? Is it falling apart on the inside?" She joked,

"Miya! You Knew whose ship it was!?" Y/n asked, surprised.

"Uh. Yeah, Y/n. He's currently the only high-ranking officer who has a TIE Silencer." As they spoke, the door that Y/n was standing in front of opened, and the man in red spoke up,

"What are you all doing standing around? Don't you have work to do?" He asked, his voice stern but softened when he spoke to Y/n. "Don't you have a meeting with Phasma soon?" Y/n was startled by the realization and looked at her watch.

"Oh shoot. You're right. Okay, gotta go. Thank you for the reminder, Sir." she nodded to everyone and left the lounge room.

On her way to the conference room, she stopped by her quarters to grab her First Order mandatory captain's cap. She'd prefer not to get scolded by Hux for Improper military etiquette again. As she arrived at the conference room, she recognized the shiny platinum build

"Capitan Phasma," Y/n greeted formally. Phasma responded with a tort nod. Y/n liked to believe that she and Phasma were on good terms, Captains don't usually get along, but from the few conversations she's had with her, she knows Phasma, at the most, tolerates her.

"Are we early?" Y/n spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, and Phasma looked down at her, nodding her head.

"There is one more person we're waiting for, H-"

"Hux...Fantastic." Y/n said dryly, Y/n had never been the military type, but she erased All expression from her face and stood at attention when she heard the annoyingly noticeable footsteps of General Armitage Hux.

"Capitans." He said with the same disdain he always used for anyone below him.

 "General." The women said in sync.

 Hux entered the conference room, and the two women followed after. The meeting started with the standard formalities and questions about Phasma's troopers and Y/n's new squadron, which she was teaching.

"Capitan Sienor, One more thing has been added to your new assignment. Kylo Ren has requested that he spectate the inspections on his ship. He will be joining you every hour for the next week." Shock snuck up onto Y/n's face, but it left as soon as it came.

 "Yes, Sir." She tightened her fists that were sitting in her lap. Phasma and Hux spoke some more, and the time seemed to fly by. When the meeting was over, they followed the same routine as when they came in: Hux, Phasma, and Y/n.

 It felt like there was a heavy weight now placed on Y/n's shoulders as she walked back to her quarters; she hadn't noticed the heavy footsteps behind her, and the daze she was in only seemed to snap away once she realized someone had placed their hand on her shoulder when she turned around she stared at the platinum giant with a forced smile.

"How can I help you, Capitan?"

"I need to speak with you. Do you have a moment?"

This behavior from Phasma would be very out of character to anyone who wasn't Y/n. They had lengthy conversations about work almost every two weeks if something was irritating them and they needed to let off some steam.

"Oh, Yeah. Of course. Come in," Y/n spoke as she walked to her door and opened it. Y/n offered Phasma a seat as she grabbed herself a glass of water.

"So, To what do I owe this visit?" She asked as she sat across from Phasma.

 "I know how you feel about Kylo Ren. I could sense your unease earlier; I want you to be extra cautious. You're a good leader; losing you would be a shame because of him and his temper tantrums." Phasma spoke easily as if she were speaking to one of her troopers. Had she not realized she had just said one of the kindest things Y/n had ever heard from anyone since she joined the first order?

Their conversation lasted about ten minutes before Phasma left; when the door closed, Y/n sighed. It was close to dinner time, and she took a quick shower before heading to the cafeteria.

"Y/n!" A voice called out to her as she entered the large room

"Callisto." she responded dryly, shrugging off the arm that was placed around her shoulders.

"Aw, come on. Don't be like that. Is this about me teasing you earlier? Because if it was, I hope you know I wasn't trying to hurt you. I'm sorry if I did-" He was cut off by Y/n placing her pointer finger against his lips, shutting him up

" You talk too much. And no, it has nothing to do with your teasing. I got used to that years ago." removing her hand from his face, she turned away and went to grab food. Hopefully, she tried to escape him, but he followed her like a lost pup.

 "What is it then? You know you can talk to me." He assured.

Callisto was a nice-ish guy, but he could be very annoying if he wanted to, so it was best to give him what he wanted.

"My new assignment isn't going to be as fun as I originally thought," Y/n sighed as she filled her plate and made her way to a seat, Cal mirroring her and sitting across from her.

"Originally thought what?" The gentle voice of Miya graced the small group's ears as she sat down next to Y/n.

"My assignment." Y/n tried her best to avoid this conversation, but her friends were persistent.

"Yeah? What about it?" Miya asked.

"Kylo Ren is spectating her investigations." A deep voice and strong figure appeared next to Cal.

"Shit! Ian. Where do you even come from!?" Cal cursed, startled by their soft-spoken friend.

"Of course, you'd know Killian." Miya rolled her eyes,

Killian knew a lot of dirt on a lot of people. Let's just say if you have a secret...He knows it.

"Teachers Pet." Y/n spat annoyedly,

"Princess." Killian replied in the same tone.

"Wait- So, really? Kylo Ren is spectating your investigations? Why?" Cal asked, stuffing his face with food.

"I don't know...Maybe he's worried I'll break something?" Y/n's tone was defeated, she did the best she could to stay as far away as possible from Kylo Ren, and now she has to spend an hour a day with him for the next week.

"I heard some of the techs say he looked you up," Killian spoke up

"Looked me up?"

"Yeah, You know. Like where you came from, How long you've been with the First Order, and your skill set."

 The look Y/n had given Killian was one full of disbelief.

"You're kidding me. Why the Hell would he need to know all that about her?" Miya asks, after being silent for the most part of the conversation.

"How should I know? I don't know everything, Miya."

"Well, you sure damn well act like it." The two bickered like an old married couple sometimes.

"Guys. Knock it off. Let's try not to draw attention to ourselves, please." Y/n spoke up as she slid her plate in front of her before standing from her seat.

 "Where are you going?" Cal asked, gently grabbing her wrist; she looked down and sighed.

"I gotta report to the Chief Engineer before the end of my shift."

"Okay, Just take it easy," he said as he squeezed her wrist before letting her go.

"She's gonna be alright, right?" Y/n heard Cal ask the group; she assumed that both Miya and Killian just shrugged since neither responded.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n knocked on the door to the Chief Engineers' Office, The door opened, and a small, frail-looking older woman stood in the doorway.

 "You must be Capitan Sienar. I'm Chief Engineer Kesta; Kylo Ren was just telling me the details of your temporary assignment-" The woman was still talking, but Y/n had zoned her out as she stared at the large frame of Kylo Ren; he stared out the transparasteel window that looked over the hangar.How had I not realized his presence before? Why was he here? He never said he'd be here, too; what in the world is happening?- Her panicked thoughts were cut short when Kesta waved her hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Captain? Are you listening?"

"Hm..? Oh, Yes, sorry. Long day" Y/n said with an apologetic smile.

 "Yes...I understand; why don't you come in and give me your report so you can clock out as soon as possible." The older woman held out her arm as she welcomed Y/n into the room. "You can take a seat if you'd like," She offered, but Y/n shook her head, doing her best to ignore the gaze she could feel drilling into the back of her skull.

 "I'd prefer to stand." She said softly; the woman nodded, and Y/n began her report.

Halfway through, she was interrupted by the voice that always sent a shiver down her spine.

"Why are you so curious about this TIE model?" The voice asked; it was closer than she thought it'd be, and in her surprise, she spun around quickly, only to be met with Kylo Ren mere inches away. If she wasn't scared before, she definitely was now.

She swallowed harshly before she answered,

"L-Like I said before, Sir. I was only able to test fly one, and years before, when I worked closely with my father; he used to let me study the new Model TIE. This is currently the only Model I haven't studied." She kept her explanation as short as possible.

"Your Father had to pull a lot of strings to get you this opportunity. What make's you think you deserve it?" He asked; Y/n was practically screaming to leave. This interrogation was becoming a bit much for her liking.

"Because I'm a good engineer, Sir. And I'm also a Pilot. If I can possibly help the first order in making more advanced starfighters in the future, I'd like to do my part." a false sense of confidence flowed through her as she spoke, hoping to mask any anxiety that was trying to seep through her voice.

"Tomorrow, you will show me how to reprogram the flight computer."

"Yes, Sir- Wait...Is something wrong with it? The fight controls were specifically made for you, I assume. Did they mess something up?" Y/n's fear and anxiety were forgotten when her brain started to work out possible scenarios,

"No. I want to see if you can take something apart and put it back together again perfectly as your reputation precedes you." Y/n gawked at him in disbelief. He wanted her to completely erase his specific fight controls and reprogram them to be exactly how it was before. Was he crazy!? She had no idea what his specifications were or how he preferred the distance of the controls. This was a big task with little to no information; He was setting her up to fail.

"With all due respect, Sir. I wouldn't be able to complete that task successfully in an hour."

 A low hum came from the man in front of her. "And why's that?"

Was he stupid? He couldn't be; he was doing this on purpose. He's testing me. She thought. "Because Sir. I have no prior experience with your specific flight controls. I would need at least two hours or maybe even three to become familiar with them, let alone memorize them enough to reprogram them."

 "I see." a tense silence filled the air, Kylo turned away from her and walked back to the window. Y/n looked over her shoulder to see that Kesta was no longer in sight; she must have booked it out of there. Yeah, me too. She admitted, wishing she could do the same.

 "I'll give you the next three days to study my fight controls; on the fifth day, you will reprogram it." He paused as he turned back towards her. "The last two days, you will be free to study the ship as you please without my spectating. But. Only if you reprogram the controls to their original state or there will be consequences. Do you understand?" His voice roared deeply in that dull distorted tone it always had. But somehow, this time was different. It sparked something warm and unfamiliar deep in the pit of her stomach. Was it terror?

Holy Shit. He's actually crazy.

There were a million different possibilities; a lot of programming and engineering goes into customizing flight controls. In the past, all...Or most TIE Starfighters were programmed the same way, so you only really needed to learn how to fly one to fly any version. But the TIE Silencer was customized to its test pilots' specific comfortability with the controls. Y/n's was even programmed when she test flown it. And she's only got three hours in three days.

She inhaled sharply, anxiety striking her like a sword. She dug her nails into her palms as she shut her eyes quickly. This might not seem like much to most people, but to Y/n, it was one of the worst things that could happen in her career. Was studying this dang ship that important? Could she back out now?

"Capitan." the low distorted voice echoed in the room, and Y/n looked up at him. Her eyes were glossed over, and her shoulders were tense. She knew the consequences of what would happen if she somehow failed this assignment; it had all been too good to be true.

"Y-yes, Sir. I understand." Her fists were shaking as she mustered the strength to keep herself calm.

"Good. You are dismissed." Once those words left him, y/n had turned around and went as calmly as possible before rushing back to her room.

Y/n's room was connected to the S.F.'s Lounge, so when she walked in, Miya, Cal, and Killian had all been relaxing from the end of their shifts. Cal and Maya were playing a card game, and Ian was going over field reports on the couch.

"Hey, She's back," Cal said when he noticed the door open, his tone cheerful.

"Oh good, I was getting worried," Miya spoke, standing up to walk over to Y/n.

"No, you weren't," Killian mumbled under his breath; as Miya got closer, Y/n took a step back.

"Hey, Are you alright? Did something happen?" Concern laced her voice which caught the attention of the men.

"N-No. I'm fine, Miya. Just tired. I'd really like to head to bed." she tried stepping around her, but Cal stepped in front of her blocking her path.

"You're not fine. You look like someone just told you your pet died or something." Y/n shook her head at his response.

"It's about Kylo Ren. No one makes her anxious like he does." Killian spoke up from his spot on the couch.

 "Come on, Talk to us like you always do. You always have something to say." Cal tried to encourage her, but she shook her head. She was close to crying when he tilted his head to look into her eyes. That had never happened before; she's always been so strong. This threw him off, guard.

 "Did he hurt you?" Cal asked quickly. Miya looked at him like his head had grown ten sizes.

"Why'd you ask that, Cal?" She asked. Y/n bit her lip as she looked at Cal, begging him with her eyes not to say anything, but he didn't get it.

 "She looks like she's about to cry..." he said softly, looking up at Miya.

 "Y/n/n, What happened? I swear if he put his hands on you-" The taller woman threatened

"No. Guys. It's fine. This assignment just turns out to be my guillotine, and Kylo Ren is my executioner." She spoke softly; the small group looked at her, both confused and concerned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ian asked. Y/n sighed and walked over to the couch, plopping down on it and allowing it to take away her stress.

"Kylo Ren has decided to test my intelligence on TIE Fighters."

"Okay?" Miya asked as she pulled a chair from a nearby table, and Cal leaned against the wall.

"You know how TIE Silencers were all programmed to their specific Pilots?" The group nodded, allowing her to continue.

 "Well. He wants me to memorize his specific flight controls, erase them, and reprogram them perfectly to the last detail. I only have three days, which- before you ask, yes. That's technically only three hours. The day after, I will have to reprogram it. If I do it correctly, he will allow me to study the TIE without his spectating for the last two days." Y/n heaved a heavy sigh, relaxing on the couch.

 "What are you so worried about?" Ian asked, turning his head to look at her

 "Yeah, I mean, come on, Y/n. You're probably the only person, minus your father, who knows the most about TIE Fighters. This should be a breeze for you." Cal spoke, pushing himself off the wall and sitting on the floor in front of her.

"I had maybe an hour or less to become familiar with my own specified flight controls, which was one of the most difficult things I've done to date. He expects me to memorize his and then Perfectly replicate it!?" She sat up, fear replaced with irritation and anger. "Do you know what could-Will happen if I manage to get ONE thing wrong!? I'd be killed for sure, Or worse. Fired." She threw her arms up in the air, then crossed them over her chest. "He's absolutely horrible." She hissed out and stood up. "I'm going to bed."

 No one dared to stop her; they knew the weight on her shoulders was heavy; they just wished she wouldn't carry it all on her own.

Stepping into her room, she sighed for the umpteenth time. She walked over to her bathroom mirror. She barely recognized herself; the stress in her eyes was deep, and her shoulders were slumped defeatedly. All this from one day? Ignoring it, she stripped and stepped into the shower, hoping to wash it away.

 As the hot water relaxed her muscles, she recalled how this day had started.

 "Y/n, I'm not sure this is a good idea. I know you've wanted to study this ship, but is it really appropriate to do it on a First Order base?" Her father asked,

"I'm sure it'd be fine; it's not like I'm going to steal it or mess with the controls." She spoke, trying her best to persuade her father.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do. BUT. These people are our best customers. If they say yes, you must obey any rules they may set. You'll be representing not only yourself but also me and my company. Do you understand?" His voice faded out; she could no longer remember the rest of the conversation.

 Too much happened today, she thought as she leaned back against the shower wall.

"Did it count if the rules meant life or death?" She asked herself. After the shower, she changed and lay down on her bed.

She prayed to anyone who was listening that tomorrow would never come.