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“A trial?” Rey asked. “Is that really a good idea?”
“What else can we do?” Poe said. “You don’t really think we can keep Kylo Ren a prisoner forever? Sooner or later he’s bound to escape, and possibly destroy our base in the process. And as much as I’d like to we can’t just execute him, at least not without a trial.” He shrugged.
“This is our chance,” Poe continued. “To show the Galaxy both that the Resistance is capable of standing up to the First Order, and that we are better than them. The First Order makes a big deal about standing for law and order, but this our chance to show that we care about justice and the rule of law. You know they would never give any of us trials.”
“We could broadcast it,” Rose said excitedly. “Let the Galaxy see how we do things.”
“Can you do that without the First Order tracking the signal?” Poe asked. “The last thing we need is a rescue attempt.”
“I wouldn’t worry about a rescue,” Finn said. “Hux and Kylo Ren never really got along. I think Hux would be more likely to blow the whole base up, Kylo Ren and all.”
“I can mask it,” Rose assured them. “Although I might need some prep time.”
“I’ll consider it,” Poe said. “But only if you can be sure the First Order won’t be able to find us.”
Rey’s head was spinning at the speed with which everyone seemed to have agreed that they were about to put Kylo Ren on trial.
“Shouldn’t we. . . Shouldn’t we see what the General thinks?” Rey asked desperate to slow things down.
“Of course,” Poe said. “As soon as we get back to base, we’ll run all of it by General Organa. Which is exactly why we need to have a good and solid plan.”
Rey hoped that no matter how good their plan was, General Organa would not approve of her son being put on trial so he could be executed.
But even as she tried to hold onto that hope a voice in her head that sounded a lot like Kylo Ren was saying, “I told you so.”
“I should probably check on him,” Rey said.
“Yeah,” Poe agreed. “The last thing is we need for him to wake up. Might not be a bad idea to give him some sedatives. Just to be safe.”
Rey quickly headed to the medical bay.
He was still unconscious, but the readouts were good. He was going to be fine once he woke up. Really, really angry, but still fine.
She sat beside his bed, and couldn’t help but take his hand.
“Give them a chance,” she whispered. “Show them you can change. You could help us win.”
But she felt foolish even as she said it. After all, he had told her this would happen.
Gavin V, 32 days after the crash
“You should be hoping it’s the First Order who finds us,” Ben said as he gently traced a circle on her shoulder.
Rey leaned against him as they both watched the fire.
“Why so they can execute me?” she asked. But there was no animosity in her words. They had been stranded on this uninhabited plant that circled the blue star of Gavin for a while now. First Order, Resistance, they had begun to seem a bit like someone else problems.
“They won’t execute you,” Kylo said, kissing the top of her head. “I won’t let them.”
She snorted in disbelief. “You told the universe I killed Snoke, I don’t think they are going to let me walk away.”
“True,” he agreed. “But I’ll make you my personal prisoner.”
“Is that a thing?” she asked with a half-laugh.
“It will be,” he told her. “I’ll have you taken to my chambers, and have beautiful things brought,” he kissed her neck. “For you to wear,” another kiss. “And let them believe I’m breaking you,” his hand slid down to her waist. “All while I keep you safe and mine.”
She almost laughed. For a moment she thought it was a joke but with him touching her like this, their bond lay open and she got a clear image in his mind of her laying on his bed, wearing only a black leather collar, a few scraps of lace, and with her hands bound above her head.
She pulled away from him and shut him out from the bond. She didn’t want to see more. She didn’t want him to know that it had excited her just a little. It definitely should not have excited her.
“You’ve thought about this a lot,” she said redirecting her anger at herself for her reaction towards him.
“Well, I. . .” It was hard to be able to tell in the firelight, but she thought maybe he was blushing. “Mostly before. . .”
Before they crashed on this planet, she finished the thought.
“So what?” she asked. “You chased me here to this godforsaken planet so you could make me your sex slave?”
“We were enemies,” he said as if that’s all the justification that was needed.
That actually hurt. It wasn’t that he was wrong, they were on different sides of a war. But it wasn’t as simple as them just being enemies. Even before this planet, she had shared more with him than with anyone else in her life.
“Yes, but if you were captured by the Resistance no one was going to make you into a sex slave,” she argued back.
He snorted. “No, you would put me in a deep dark cell while you all argued about what to do with me. At least until some ‘brave’ soldier decided to kill me in my sleep.”
He had been wrong, she thought to herself as she watched his unconscious form. They weren’t going to argue about what to do with him. They had all made up their minds very quickly.