Don't tempt me

You followed behind him timidly, all eyes were on the commander as silence spread throughout the room like a disease. Kylo motioned his hand outwards towards a chair just behind him leaning against one of the back walls. You nodded and sat, crossing your ankles. A small elderly woman walked towards Kylo, holding a few supplies in her hands. Kylo carelessly motioned towards you. The elderly woman followed his guide and turned towards you, handing you a pad of paper and a pen, giving you a small smile before exiting the room completely. The few sets of eyes that were still on you began to dissipate, focusing on the head of the table where Kylo had taken his seat.

He raised a hand, his pointer and middle finger pressed together and facing upwards toward the ceiling. The quiet hushes in the room completely ceased, all attention focused on the commander. A few seats creaked as everyone got comfortable. Everyone fixed their posture, gently thumbed through their notes, and wet their pallets as they prepared for the conversation to begin. Kylo turned his head slightly to the right, without uttering a single word he had given the person beside him his permission to start.

"Commander. The first issue at hand up for discussion is the standard at which we hold our engineers. We lost six pilots this month. Our fighter shuttles aren't holding up and it's costing us far too many pilots, and good ones, too" the man explains, his voice tinged with stress. You quickly scribble down the date and time as well as the man's name that you gathered from his badge. You wrote down his points and his wants.

"And what exactly do you suggest that we do differently? Is this an issue of the technical application of the designs or is it the actual creation of the ships? Where do the issues lie?" Kylo rebutted, his head resting proudly on his knuckles.

"Well...we aren't quite sure, sir. We'd have to investigate further as to if the designs are the best available or if there's a technical application..." Kylo lifted his hand flatley towards the man.

"General Hux...have you forgotten the point of these meetings? To say exactly what needs to be done and why. Come back to me once you've done your research like you've been instructed" Kylo snaps harshly. You scribble down his response while your eyes continue to stare at the speechless general. He stood tightly, his orange hair combed over cleanly against his scalp. His hands balled into fists, the feeling of anger emanated from his figure. His eyes snapped in your direction, it felt as though he was able to stare through you. You dropped your head back to your pen and paper as you listened to the general sit back in his seat.

The next individual stood, placing some papers neatly in front of him. He reached towards the center of the table and began to click a few buttons, instantaneously a small hologram was materialized just inches off of the table. You watched in awe, never having seen such technology before, until you realized what was on the hologram screen.

The all too familiar face of Tamont and your mother. Their wanted posters were digitized before you. You felt a lump in your throat that you couldn't swallow away. You watched as Kylo shifted in his seat, but you couldn't see his expression.

"Commander Ren, we are sure you'll be pleased to hear that we have a lead on these information post rebels," the man explained, clicking on another button. The hologram began to display a photo of a ship parked in a village on a planet you'd never seen before. Though it was trying to camouflage into a different environment, you could instantly tell it was one of the ships from your home planet.

"We got word of two individuals who fit the description. They've been traveling in this shuttle. We're going to be tracing the shuttle and verifying their identities. Though we are disappointed to say we don't know where they are at this exact moment, we can proudly say we are much closer".

You continued to stare at the fictional ship that levitated in the air. Your planet only had three ships in the make of this one. When you were younger and had nothing better to do than roam around the shuttle docks, you'd sit and repeat the identification numbers that were plastered on the ships. You had grown very knowledgeable in knowing which identification number belonged to each of them, especially Tamont's favorite ship.