utauhoshina | A Lunatic Order - a PSL for Kylo Ren and Utau Hoshina

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Warning, there will be spoilers, angst, violence, and more angst. And probably some angst. You have been warned, and Utau will have no pity for you if you see something you wish you hadn't.

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There had been commotion on the ship. It would have been reported to Kylo Ren that there was a stowaway or other intruder found. And that she would be brought to him. The first person to report had been scared of him, but sneeringly dismissive about the intruder as if she couldn't possibly be a threat.

She would be brought by stormtroopers soon after. She didn't look like much. A girl, late teens, possibly older, probably not. She was in a black minidress. On her back, dangling off her belt were two egg shaped devices. The girl herself, had narrowed purple eyes that might have almost looked intimidating if her long blond hair wasn't up in ridiculous pigtails like a nine year old might wear. She wore stiletto heels that would seem suicidal to fight in, though she walked in them as though they were as easy as good solid boots. In fact she walked with so much confidence, you would have thought she was the one armed and armored, not the storm troopers.

And Kylo Ren would be able to sense what none of them could sense. A power around her. Not quite anything he's ever felt in the Force before, but whatever it was, it was STRONG. Mostly dark, but there was some light there as well.

"We searched her, she isn't carrying anything," One of the Storm Troopers reported. How anyone could miss those devices on her hip... well... they are Storm Troopers.

But at the report her arms went from her hips to crossed over her chest. "You're in charge then?" she asked, coldly, and didn't give him a chance to reply before continuing, not in the least intimidated by him. "Then you can tell your lackies that the next time one of them thinks to grab me like that again they will be breathing through their chests. And then you can bring me home at once." Her voice was not shrill. She did not scream or screech like a bored lady trying to get an expired coupon accepted in a store. She spoke in a cold and even voice, her words quiet but firm, like one who was used to being obeyed without question.

She wasn't. But what she was... was very VERY good at bluffing.