CORA POV:
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me" I repeated to myself as I looked in the mirror. I always repeated the Sith code to myself in desperate times.
Me standing naked in a First order Star ship bathroom, with no allies, no friends, and a Lord that seems content on my death.
This was definitely desperate times.
I was starving.
The lack of energy, the fatigue, and the residue of a beating was evident on my face, as my reflection stared back at me.
I looked down at the yellowing bruises over my collar bone.
I frowned as my gaze raked over the Lightsaber wound...it was gone. I guess the Medical trooper did a good job.
An exceedingly well job...
I shifted and I felt the lifelessness of my hair, as it clung to my sweat glistening face and neck.
I bit down on my cheek, and stepped into the shower, letting the water burn away the dirt of my imprisonment.
The water was so hot that the mirror fogged over in seconds, tears welded up as the boiling water cleansed me.
I felt no pain, if anything I felt more alive.
I sighed as I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me.
Lord Goreum, what do I do...I asked, reaching in my mind for him, praying that he could sense me, or hear me. No such luck.
Washing through my hair and scrubbing my body until it shone pink, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel.
I walked out of the wash room and into this new...cage, yeah cage...that's what I'll call it.
I walked over to the wardrobe and dressed in a thin black long sleeve, with long black pants.
I was given standard lace-up black boots. I frowned, they don't have style do they?
I sat on the bed, sitting with my knees pulled up to me as I raked my hands through my dripping black hair.
I remembered what Kylo Ren had said; to notify him when I was finished with my shower.
So with a wave of my hand, the door to the room opened.
Not a moment later, Ren looked in, seeing I was finished...he entered.
He stood tall, he carried a tray full of food. His mask was...surprisingly off. The second he set the tray down I gorged.
I had no idea what it was. It was scalding hot, and I think he warned me to let it
cool? But I payed no mind. I shoveled the scalding meat down my throat, relishing as the heat of it, and it burned me. My lip sizzled but I payed it no mind.
Tears sprung into my eyes, but I continued to eat. Not stopping till every bit of meat, fruit, and root was gone.
He watched with fascination as I devoured the meals. Just to top it off, I licked the plate.
His eyes showed no emotion as he searched my face. As he did this, I felt my strength gain, and almost feel my eyes going to their normal color. The food replenished my energy.
"Hungry...weren't you?" His silky smooth voice asked. I scowled, "Just a little."
I was wondering why he would take me out of that "chamber" room where I stayed for days, and put me in a guest room.
I wasn't a guest.
"Are you still hungry?" He asked slowly. "No."
"Thirsty?" He tried again. "No."
I knew he didn't care, he was playing an act. He wants something from me.
Doesn't everyone?He took a seat across from me on the bed, his gloved hands placed on his hands.
"Why?" I asked, my eyes looking at his for an answer.
"Why what?"
I motioned to the room, and to my clothes, "Why any of this?"
He sucked in a breath, "you have information..."
"Were the beatings just not covering it for you?" I asked sarcastically.
He motioned to my body, "You've seemed to have healed...rather quickly." "Your men don't punch that hard."
"Would you like them to?" He asked "Or would you like me to?"
I smirked, "Ooh is the big bad Kylo Ren threatening little '0ld me?"
He scowled, "The same little old you that slaughtered thousands of civilians?"
I rolled my eyes, "You act as if you care. As if you are above killing innocents. We both know you're not."
"Oh and you know me so well?"
"Never said that I do. Nor do I want to." "Oh I bet you don't, bïtch." He growled. "Nesanto." I muttered.
"What?" He looked confused.
"It means Bastard." I explained, "in Sith. Oh I forgot, you don't know how to speak in Sith."
I could tell he was getting irritated, by the way his gloved hands clenched, and unclenched. I think I'm making the baby mad.
"I don't speak a dead language."
"It's not a dead language." I didn't know why all these First orders wanted the Sith extinct. I had guessed they were afraid of our power.
The Sith will never die, as long as I remain loyal.
And I will always remain loyal, as long as the Sith hold power.
He shifted on the bed, probably debating what snarky comment his ill attitude decides to give.
I beat him to it, "You never answered my question Ren. Why? Because of the information I contain? That's bullshït. You didn't kill me that day in the city, no matter how much you wanted to, you didn't, I want to know why."
His dark eyes searched mine, I felt him trying to get into my head again, he was trying to degrade the mind block I had, but it was unbreakable.
"Your questions will be answered. I don't know if I am the one to answer them for you. In due time"
That's not good enough.I was about to argue with him, maybe use my newfound energy, and start a brawl. Maybe get inside his head, and piss him off.
Instead there was a knock on the door, I frowned, I shouldn't have visitors already?
Ren gave me one last sideways glance, my stomach churned at that, before he walked over the door.
It wasn't a Storm Trooper, instead it was an official looking man.
He was pale and ghastly looking, his clay hair oiled down, his face in a permanent scowl.
"Ew. It's you." I heard Kylo Ren mutter as he opened the door for this stranger. He looked at me, his pale eyes evaluating me.
He seemed to be taking mental notes, and I relished the way Ren looked at this man.
He almost seemed...grossed out by his presence.
I could practically taste the tension between these to so called "men". The clay-man walked over to me and stuck out a gloved hand.
"Lord Drakon. I am General Hux of the first order. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Whoa it's about damn time for these formalities.I was about to shake his hand when Ren's voice cut through. "Easy there Huxykinz. This child is in no need for formalities."
I scowled.
This...General seemed equally irritated at Kylo Ren's presence. Join the club.
"Kylo Ren." The General spat, "I have had enough of these...poor
quality nicknames. There is no need to be childlike, and as I quite recall, you are a man? Or is that just my imagination?"
The last thing I saw was the red of Kylo Ren's lightsaber as he had a temper tantrum.