Dramatic Entry

[forcefullyunstable]

Who: Kylo Ren and... OTA
Broadcast: entire fleet
Action: Marsiva
When: today

Video Broadcast:

The cameras were undoubtedly broadcasting this dramatic arrival to the galaxy. In addition to the open network feed aboard the Marsiva, Kylo's personal communicator got switched on - offering a Blair Witch-style view of a ratings-boosting scuffle.

He was supposed to wake up on the hospitality deck. But Force have mercy, Kylo came to while the robotic assistants were patching up the injuries he sustained on Starkiller Base. Of course, that's when the fight began. Sparks flew. Weapons were improvised. Panicked screams of "what have you done to me?" echoed in the medbay. There was so much going on that words were hard to make out, but some likely heard "I will not be captured by the Resistance!" or "Give me back my lightsaber!" That alone was enough context for some to know exactly who had just arrived in the fleet.

Eventually, though, the robots won. Kylo Ren was sedated again. His injuries were repaired as quickly as possible (they would scar), and he was left to wake up - not in a comfortable bunk, but on the floor of a locked and heavily-barricaded supply closet.


Action:

If anyone is interested in wandering by in person, the closet has a window to the hallway. Be prepared to be greeted by sights and sounds of someone throwing a temper tantrum at the metal walls with whatever janitorial supplies the robots keep in there.

As a joke, there's also a sign hanging from the knob that says 'Don't Feed the Bears.'

If you'd rather send Kylo Ren a message, his communicator is still on and broadcasting. As enraged as he is, he hasn't even noticed that it's there.

Comments

[forcefullyunstable]

The more people that made contact with him, the more he began to see that Hux was telling the truth. People were being brought from different worlds and different times.

"If you know Hux, then you know very well that I'll calm myself when I'm good and ready!"

Kylo didn't take kindly to being backed into a corner. Or a locked supply closet.

[castintoflames]

And what if you injure someone else or yourself in the process? I would find that unforgivable.

(He knows about losing control and giving into rage and madness.)

Take a deep breath, child.

[forcefullyunstable]

"Myself? Not your problem. Someone else, not my problem." He huffed. "And the robots? Not anyone's problem!!"

That was about as deep of a breath as anyone was going to get.

[castintoflames]

Has no one taught you self-control? I will make it your problem if you injure another.

(That is a solemn promise.)

[forcefullyunstable]

It's a promise that more than one person has already made.

"I am the Master of the Knights of Ren and Commander of the First Order. If they incur my wrath, they brought it upon themselves!"

...So the answer to that first question is probably 'No.' Unless it involved a direct order from the Supreme Leader himself.

[castintoflames]

I care not for your titles. I was once High King! (He hates this immaturity mainly because it's something he often sees in himself when his temper is riled.) You will stay in the closet until you become fatigued, I fear.

[forcefullyunstable]

"That could take a while!"

When you're used to being able to bend the laws of physics with your mind, and suddenly you find yourself in the hands of strange robots, captive on a ship you don't recognize, completely unable to affect anything, desperation overpowers rational thinking fairly quickly. When Kylo Ren is later freed, when panic finally subsides, these two might actually get along.

[castintoflames]

We have naught but time. (Elves take everything especially slowly. Rage away, Kylo.) Your actions will ensure you sleep well tonight.

[forcefullyunstable]

"Now, that, I can live with!" he huffed.

[castintoflames]

Good sleep is nothing to scoff over. I have often wished Elves could truly sleep.

[forcefullyunstable]

"Well, give it a try in a room short enough that you can't lay down that has a light that won't shut off."

Exhaustion would be the most welcome reprieve.

[castintoflames]

If you were fatigued enough, you could manage it. (He has rested in worse conditions.) Elves do not sleep as you know it regardless.

[forcefullyunstable]

"Tell me something I don't already know." He grunted. There was experience there.

Loud crashing sounds could be heard as Kylo demolished something else in that tiny enclosed space. He would tire himself out eventually.

"So what the hell do you do? Meditate? Equally frustrating in here, if you're wondering."

[castintoflames]

Good. Then continue. (He winces faintly at the sounds, suppressing a sigh.) It is like meditation. We fall into a trance state.

[forcefullyunstable]

Clearly, he did continue. As the crash was quickly followed by the sound of glass breaking.

"Jedi do that too. For what it's worth."

The dismissal wasn't purely out of spite. It had the tone of someone who had done it, wasn't very good at it, and was embarrassed that they weren't very good at it.

[castintoflames]

You are making your room dangerous. What did you just break? (If it's a cleaning product, Maedhros is concerned.)

Do you not approve of Jedi?

[forcefullyunstable]

"The last shelf still standing!" he angrily growled. Which, like the other set, was filled with scattered cleaning products. It was pretty much all that was in that closet. (No one would ever be using those brooms again without a dustpan.)

"The Jedi are enemies of the First Order! They will all die at my hand!"