Thread: Temper the Storm [Star Wars: JGS & Blue]

The air is cold and harsh against his face as it sweeps through the bereft forest. But he continues on, pushing through the coarse thicket as the pale snow creaks beneath his feet. Around him, slender frames of darkened timber dot the landscape, protruding from the frosty floor and extending endlessly into a starless night. A girl stands to meet him, her light unwavering. His hand is hot as he raises his own, chaotic light. It ignites angrily, burning red with the hatred that festers inside him. He wants to kill her. To reduce her to nothing and leave her in the same state as the lifelessness that surrounded them. His weight is heavy on his back leg as he drives himself through her effortlessly. The sharp pain in his chest begins to dull as he finds himself peering into his own eyes. Now, he feels nothing. The dullness is paralyzing as he finds himself tumbling from an elevated catwalk. As he falls, he sees a face. The girl from the forest. She shines so bright he can hardly see. He scrambles desperately, reaching and grasping at her light as he descends deeper and deeper into darkness. --- With a ragged inhale, Kylo Ren's eyes flitted open to an obnoxious light. His sight was cloudy, steadily adjusting to the intense brightness that filled the private room he rested in. Raising a shaky hand to shield his recovering sight, a familiar shape became visible behind the blinding light. The shape of a girl. Instinctively, his palm shot forward violently, knocking the small medical flashlight out of her hand as he did so. As he squeezed, he could hear the rattling of the various tools and instruments in the med bay as they elevated from the sleek surfaces they had rested on. He could hear the choked sounds from his tormentor as her wavy, brunette hair became visible to him. He noticed the pale skin of her face and the slender frame of her body and he exerted more strength. It was only when he'd pulled her close enough to touch that he recognized the insignia on her shirt. In an instant, the room they shared behaved as if it'd just discovered the existence of gravity. The expensive and intricate instruments crashed onto the sterile floor eagerly as Ren released the medic who'd been monitoring his condition. As he scanned the room, his hand moved over his face, fingertips pressing against the tender wound that cracked along his angular visage. His attention shifted immediately to his mask, which sat atop a small table beside him. As he rose from the bed, his swift ascent was slowed by the sharp pain in his side that forced a grimace to shape his solemn expression. He turned away from the girl beside him as he collected himself. Where is this ship headed? his voice sounded with the unnerving calmness characteristic of a Knight of Ren. The girl and the traitor. Where are they? Ren's attention finally shifted to his nurse, his piercing eyes narrowing in on the girl whom he'd awoken to. Her light grey uniform wrapped her petite frame neatly. Her hair, only slightly disheveled from his earlier reaction, was tucked behind the matching hat designated to medical staff. Unlike much of what surrounded her, her face seemed to glow with a particular aspiration he'd not seen aboard the Supremacy in a long while. What is your name? His appearance mimicked the ambiguity of his mask well, but there was a hint of intrigue even he could not conceal as he studied the young medic before him.