CORA POV:

A searing pain shot through my abdomen, and then was quickly replaced with something cold.

I squinted as my blurry eyes, became clear.

I felt something press against my stomach once more, and looked up to see a storm trooper tending to my Lightsaber wound.

Lightsaber wound....

Storm trooper...

My eyes shot up, and I began struggling, only to find myself being restrained against metal clamps.

The trooper left the room, probably to notify Kylo the creep that I had woken up. Dammit.

The scrutinizing pain, burned through me as I struggled. I've been taken by the first order.

My breathing became heavy, and I felt my heart drop. I've been taken by the first order....

Lord Goreum will kill me.

Unless the first order beats him to it.

I stopped pulling against the restraints, figuring that it was pointless. But then again, there has to be a point in this entire situation.

Sure maybe the reason why Kylo Ren didn't kill me, is because I'm a girl.

But he had ordered me to take off my mask, and he couldn't have had any suspicions on my gender, I was so preserved and I kept the secret well.

Also he looked like he saw a fücking ghost when he ripped the mask off my head. My guess is that he was under orders not to kill me. For now.

I grimaced again as I pulled on the metal.

"You know you shouldn't struggle, you'll open your wound back up." Came the modified voice of Kylo Ren.

I continued to pull on the metal bars, just because it would piss him off, and I think that's funny.

But he seemed collected.

I looked at his mask; it was black and grey metal. It was a shield so that I couldn't see them man that lay underneath.

Was he hideous underneath? Did his mask hide what he really was? A monster in the flesh?

I pulled again, on my restraints.

"Like I said." His dark voice came, "You wouldn't want your wounds opening up." I pulled again and seethed at him.

I really hate this guy.

KYLO REN POV:

"I need to speak to Snoke." I demanded to General Hux.

He smiled and pointed his chin up when he talked, "Supreme Leader Snoke asked for absolutely no interruptions."

I felt my anger boil, as I made a move to push past him. He stepped out of my way.

"He isn't in." He smirked. My temper rose.

"When can I see him?" I asked, the anger evident in my voice.

"On his word. He never said when he'd be back. Only for no one to interrupt him, until he says otherwise." He sighed with no remorse "better luck next time Ren."

In one movement I shot him to the other side of the room. He groaned as he collided with two storm troopers.

I walked over to his landing space as he tried to collect himself.

"Oh and I forgot to tell you Huxy. That guy Drakon, is actually that girl Drakon." I chuckled darkly, as I stepped over his struggling body, and to where this................................................................................................... Cora girl

was.

She had passed out from minimal blood loss, and according to doctors, exhaustion,

But I guess murdering an entire city for no reason, gives you all accessibility to exhaustion.

I had carried her light body on board the ship where I put her armor and saber into holding, and put her into the medical ward, where they bandaged her up, and sent her into interrogation.

I grunted as I walked in, she was strapped to the board, held down by unbreakable iron clamps.

She wore rags, which I had assumed were the under clothes she wore from the armor.

She looked deep in thought as she was frantically pulling on the bars.



"You know you shouldn't struggle." I muttered, "you'll open your wounds back up." In all reality I didn't give a shït if she opened her wounds up or not.

The sound of her pitiful escape attempts was beginning to irk me. She stopped moving and stared into my mask.

Almost as if she was trying to read me.

Her golden-gray eyes moving along the features of my mask as her orbs bled into me.

When she failed to read me, she gave another useless pull, and winced at the aftershock her struggles made to her wound.

"Like I said." I growled, "You wouldn't want your wounds opening up." She pulled again.

This bïtch.

I rolled my eyes as I focused on hers, I was trying to get inside her head, to figure out the next battle plan the shadows had organized, and to find the location of their ship, so the first order could destroy them. So that I could destroy them.

It was too hard with my helmet on.

So I reluctantly unfastened it, and gave a sharp pull. I grunted as I saw her eyes seize me up.

Her eyes raking all down me, don't get me wrong. I did the same with her. Just while she was "asleep"

My eyes locked onto hers as I began searching her mind. But she was too strong with the force.

I felt as though my head would burst with the effort of trying to break through the block she had on.

But it was impossible.

Lord Goreum must have trained her well. I decided to verbally interrogate her.

"Lord Drakon." I breathed as she looked up at me, her waist length jet black hair falling around her shoulders. "I had always thought you were a man."

I chuckled, "I suppose everyone will be quite surprised to hear that the, new, most feared Sith Lord, is actually a girl."

I looked at her skin, and body frame, "And a young girl at that." She looked so young, and innocent of a sort, but she was just the opposite.

She showed no emotion.

"Cora...is it?"

She was so collected, almost as if she was flying off into another world, behind those exotic eyes.

She nodded absentmindedly.

I began to fire questions, "how old are you? How old were you when you began training? Where are your parents? Have you ever met your parents? When did you become a Sith Lord?"

She shrugged at me, "I have no problem at answering the personal questions, Kylo Ren" she spat. I noticed her exotic accent as she spoke.

"But I find it curious as to why you would want to know the personals..." I suddenly felt her inside my head, "when all you want to know is the location of my ship, and my reasoning for attacking those planets, and our next battle strike plan."

I pushed her out with a furious snarl.

"The personals would help." I spoke low and calculated.

She shrugged her slim shoulders, a strand of hair getting caught on her shirt, but she didn't seem to care...not that she could do anything about it.

"Suit yourself, Ren. My name is Cora Drakon. I am seventeen years old, I have trained ever since I can remember, I never had a home, Lord Goreum took me a day after my birth. I don't know my parents, and I have no recollection of even having parents..." She stared directly at me in the eyes. "I became a Sith Lord..." She smiled, "Yesterday, when I murdered the civilians in those towns of Jakku."

She was proud.