All of the Stars

Kylo is the first to take a cautious step out of the ship, making his way down the ramp in a low stance, his Saber stretched in front of him.

Gazing around the space, you also make your way down, finding the hangar is indeed fully bare.

"Where are the ships?" Poe asks, descending the ramp last and closing it up.

You nod at him your eyes wide. The last time you had been here, you had been unsure of your allegiance. You look around the room, remembering sweeping down the steps in your pure white clothing, Kylo standing with his mask. The image was burnt into your mind.

"The Force is still here," Kylo says, standing a little way from the group, his blade humming but held lower at his side now.

You nod at him and he turns again, you catch up to him, checking behind you to see Finn, Poe and Tyler making a triangle behind the two of you, their blasters held high. Rey walked behind, her Saber held loosely at her side as she gazed around the room.

"We need to find it..." Kylo mumbles almost to himself and mounts the stairs, the rest of your group following.

You trail close behind him through the corridors, the disconcerting silence was far from the activity you had been used to in the First Order.

No guards stood at doors or marched through the halls, no orders were barked and while fear still oozed from the walls, the source of it was impossible to locate.

Kylo ducked into each room, returning again with his brow even lower, confusion marring his face.

You start to look down the doors on the other side, pushing them open and carefully scanning each inch, before moving onto the next room.

You slam your hand onto the entrance button, your frame tensing as it had before you entered every other room thus far.

"Holy Hoth..." you breathe, the door sliding open.

You gaze around the room, staring at the centre where a pile of armour lies. You strip into the room, scanning the rest when you find yourself focusing on something.

Your heart rate increases as you gaze at it. A face with tousled hair pokes from one of the armours, its eyes are closed, and its face is tan with a strong jaw.

You slowly raise your eyes, staring closely at the pile, the more you focus the more the shapes make sense.

The armour lies in strange twisted angles, stacked haphazardly on top of one another. But now you notice that the armour isn't empty.

You reach forward and pull off a helmet from the pile.

A face with eyes wide in fear stares at nothing under the mask.

A scream you didn't intend to release falls from your lips, turning into a shriek.

A hand clamps over your mouth and you jolt, struggling against arms that now hold you and your weapon.

"Y/N, Y/N stop! It's me!" The voice whisper hisses into your ear.

Your eyes widen and you relax, as do the arms holding you and you turn. Kylo stands staring at the bodies strewn around the room, his face grave.

"Are they..." You start, your voice breaking as you whisper.

Kylo nods grimly and crouches by one of the bodies, placing his hand on the helmet.

You watch him take a deep breath and close his eyes, a few moments later he withdraws his hand as if burnt and stands.

"It was not long ago." He mutters, fiddling with his saber.