driftfleet | Another dramatic entry

Who: Kylo Ren and OTA
Broadcast: a bit later, Fleetwide.
Action: SS Red Fish and wherever he discovers he can go
When: After the shuffle

Some have probably been dreading this moment. Kylo Ren is free!

[Option A: Immediately after the shuffle.]

It's probably a good thing all the people he's already pissed off aren't aboard the SS Red Fish. Because thanks to his violent outbursts aboard the Marsiva, Kylo just spent the past week locked in a small supply closet with only a bottle of window cleaner to sustain him. He's starving, dehydrated, exhausted and unless someone catches him, he's hitting the floor along with the confetti...

[Option B: A bit later.]

As soon as he could stand without passing out, Kylo was determined to explore his surroundings. That included the Red Fish (which thanks to his augment, now sported a pantry with food that wasn't protein gel) and anywhere else he could conceivably go.

He'd gotten briefed on the basics. He pulled out his communicator, and turned the audio settings on. "So, who missed me?"

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This was a fleet full of weirdos, for all she knew collapsing was how he gave thanks for things.

Still, probably not. There was another pause before she stepped closer. "Can you get up?"

Maybe that was a better place to start.

He was barely conscious, and he hadn't moved. But this was the sound of another person! Another person meant...

"Just tell me... I'm out of the damn closet."

Well. She could help with that, at least.

"You are in the galley of the Red Fish."

He didn't have the strength for it, but that answer made him sit up. A galley on any vessel meant food and water, two things he hadn't seen in the past week. (Damn robots!)

"...water." His voice was weak and he hated himself for it, but he was desperate! Introductions could wait!

The teen didn't move for several seconds, studying him as he stood up. Hm. He was clearly dehydrated, judging by his smell. Finally she shifted away, getting a glass of water and offering it out to him as she returned.

"Was there something wrong with the food on the Marvisa?"

He pushed himself up, leaning against the wall. He took the water and tried not to drink it fast enough to make himself sick.

"Yeah." He answered between gulps. "I couldn't get to it! They had me locked up."

She took a step backwards once he had the glass. "...Why?"

It seemed like the obvious question.

"They were doing things to me, so I fought back!" he growled, looking up from the water only long enough to answer that.

Technically, they were healing him, but he didn't know that. All he knew was that he was on a table in a medbay that didn't belong to his faction being worked on by droids he didn't recognize. It was a perfectly valid reaction, given the circumstances.

"Who was? Other people from the fleet?"

She knew some of the people here were rather odd and invasive, but generally not while they were still trapped on the Marvisa.

"No. The robots! There weren't any other people there."

If there were, he reasoned, someone would have heard him and let him out. Instead, he was stuck trying to unsuccessfully break free.

The robots had seemed harmless enough to Laura, and she frowned faintly.

"Why did they do that?"

"I don't know." He hissed. "I don't think they'd intended for me to wake up, but I did. I tried to get away and I took a kriffing lot of them out in the process. But they got me. Next thing I knew, I was in a locked closet."

"...You woke up." Hmm. Now she was definitely interested.

"Were they experimenting on you? Were you anywhere besides the hospitality area?"

"I was in a medbay." He gestured to the very visible scar running down his face. It continued down his arm, past his shoulder.

Looking back on it, he'd have to admit the robots were doing their task of healing him before installing and programming his augment. But at the time...

"You wake up on a table in some unfamiliar place with robots working on you, what the kriff would you do?!" He exclaimed with what limited strength he could muster. "After they knocked me under again, they did something... They healed me and they crippled me. I... I can't feel the Force."

"Attack," she admitted, though she was clearly slightly uncomfortable with that admission. Laura had been in that same situation too many times to do anything but lash out when it happened. Violently. Terminally.

But it was the rest of what he said that caught her attention. The Force. She'd heard of it before, from Leia and her friends, before they'd all disappeared from the fleet. "They took away your powers?"

First time she'd heard of that, though.

"That's exactly what they did." He growled, too weak from his confinement to particularly care whether this was information he should even be sharing.

"There have been other people from your world here." What was the word... "Jedi?"

She was pretty sure that was it.

"But they did not lose their abilities." Which had made Laura fairly uncomfortable. She didn't really care for telepaths. Or telepath-lite.

He had an inkling that was the case, but didn't like hearing it straight from a source who had no reason to lie.

"Which puts me at a dangeous disadvantage." Kylo hissed. "Has anyone else been brought here stripped of their power? Anyone at all?!"

Laura just shrugged at that.

"I don't know."

If he only had the strength, he'd have punched the wall he was leaning against. But a glass of water after a week of confinement didn't replenish everything that he lost (or what was taken away).

"I'm going to guess it was just me, then." He huffed.

"Maybe it is temporary?" Perhaps others had lost their powers when they first arrived, and Laura just hadn't spoken to them then.

She hadn't. But who knew.

"Maybe..."

He didn't like it. The silence in his head made him uneasy to the point he wanted to do anything to fill it.

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