Three’s a Company

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Out of the darkness of the room, the blood-red blade crackled to life, and Finn felt his blood run cold. He wished that Rey was here, like the last time they faced Kylo. Sure, he’d gotten knocked out, but at least he didn’t feel as scared when she was nearby.

The blade swung upwards, and Finn prepared himself for the inevitable. Hopefully while Ren was focused on eliminating him, Rose and DJ would be able to finish the mission, though Rose had pointed out rather hard that they would be hard-pressed to start a Stormtrooper rebellion without someone who knew where they were coming from, who had managed to defect on his own.

The blade came down with a deathly hum, but stopped, just to Finn’s left, lighting a candle. Then another, and another. The light from the candles allowed Finn to see the rest of the room, which included a maskless Ren standing over him, a quartet of Stormtroopers who began to play a classic Imperial piece, and Rey, tied up just like him on the other side of the table holding the candles.

“Rey?”

“Finn!” She cried, sounding overjoyed and confused at the same time. Wow, she looked amazing in that blue-gray jacket, it really brought out her eyes. 

“You’re supposed to be in Jedi training with Skywalker!” He said.

“And you’re supposed to be healing from a coma in the Resistence base!” She squeaked, just as confused. “I tried to come back because Skywalker said he didn’t trust himself enough to train me.”

“I know, he’s such a drag, right?”

“Shut it, Ren!” They shouted in unison. All while Finn’s former fellow troopers continued to play their violins and cellos. When did they learn how to do that? And why couldn’t he have learned to be a musician instead of a trooper?

“What do you want with us, Ren?” Finn said, trying to sound brave as he eyed the troopers behind the dark Jedi. Certainly Kylo Ren had plenty of strange tastes, but Finn had never pegged him as someone who enjoyed classical music, especially while torturing his prisoners.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ren asked. It was strange to hear him without the mask.

“If you’re going to kill us, can you make it quick? I’m not too keen to go tell your mother that I can’t bring her brother out of hiding, especially after you slaughtered her husband.” Rey said.

“We can discuss Skywalker’s location later,” Ren dismissed. “First, we must discuss the obvious.”

“Which is…what?” Finn asked.

Kylo stared at him. It was a weird stare. Not a glare, as he was accustomed to recieving from Ren, but almost curious.

“Are you serious, traitor?” He asked.

Finn tilted his head forward. “Am I missing something here?”

Kylo groaned loudly, and the stormtrooper quartet hit a sour note. The lightsaber came on as he spun to face a blank wall that was suddenly covered in burning gashes. “I MEAN COME ON! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT!?”

“See what?” Rey asked.

“I go through all this trouble. Pull that hunk of junk out of hyperspace- do you know how hard it is to do that!?- send a spy undercover to make sure he heals,catch him in the middle of invading an Order base without alerting his companions, all to bring the both of you together-” He held out his hands towards Finn and Rey, his face etched with agitation. “AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS “WHAT”!?!?!?!”

Finn made a mental note to warm General Organa about a spy in the resistence, but then he noticed what was on the table with the candles.

Rose petals sprinkled around the finest china dishes and silver utensils that the First Order had to offer, filled with some of the most delicious food Finn had ever seen in his life.

A candleit dinner for two

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