Notes: Events take place after TFA. Kylo Ren has captured Rey.

Snoke has ordered him to turn her to the Dark Side.

If she refuses, she's to become a breeding slave, to produce force sensitive children.

Rey finds an unlikely rescuer.

The Finalizer

Kylo Ren stalked determinedly to her cell. He thought about how he had found her on that Outer Rim planet. Her capture was just happy chance. He was leading a raiding party on a village known to be harboring Resistance fighters. Shortly after they had landed, he had sensed her presence. She was running through the forest, attempting to make it back to her ship. He caught up to her quickly enough, on the speeder he had brought. She hadn't had time to ignite her saber, as he paralyzed her with the force. She tried to fight back, but he was stronger now. He willed her to fall unconscious so that he could bring her back to the Finalizer. He had immediately contacted Supreme Leader Snoke, who was pleasantly surprised with the turn of events. He ordered Kylo Ren to turn her to the Dark Side. If she refused, he was to breed her to produce more force sensitive servants. He thought after a week of torture she'd become more willing. The Scavenger, however, had proved stubborn. No doubt she had learned to meditate through pain from the Skywalker scum. This would be her last chance.

He opened her cell door to find her curled in the same fetal position he'd left her in. He could hear her raspy breaths, sense the fear rolling off her in waves. "Are you ready to become my apprentice, Scavenger?" He spoke through his mask's voice modulator. She looked up at him, through her black and blue bruises, eyes shining. "I'd rather die," she spat. He crouched down to her level, causing her to flinch. "If you refuse, you will become my breeding whore. Our children will become slaves to the Dark Side." She chuckled, the sound quickly turning into a series of hoarse coughs. "You do not frighten me Kylo Ren, I've had far worse." "So be it then." He pulled out the force bands he had brought so she could not escape him. He roughly cuffed her hands and feet. Yanking her up and out of the cell, they were quickly flanked by four Stormtroopers. The half dragged, half carried her along the maze of hallways. They turned down a corridor and stopped in front of the Medical wing.

Kylo Ren thrust her into the med bay and called over to the med unit. The droid stopped in front of him and beeped. "Check the girl," Kylo demanded. The droid did a quick scan of her. "Analysis complete: healthy, no known diseases, no contraceptive unit, fertile. Permission to apply bacta to wounds to prevent infection?" Kylo Ren quickly denied it, "No, inject antibodies." The little unit moved to Rey and injected her quickly. Kylo wrenched her up from the med table and moved her back out into the hall. Again the troopers grabbed her and carried her along. After a bit, Kylo Ren stopped at another door.

Upon opening the door, he was met with the shrieks of women. "Move aside," he commanded. He strode into the room searching for the older woman. She was seated in the back, on a low sofa. "Ylenia," he snapped. She raised her tired eyes to his mask, "Yes, my lord?" "This is Rey. She is to be my breeding slave. You will get her cleaned and fed. I will be back for her later." With that, he deposited Rey onto the floor, and stalked out of the room, sealing the door behind him.

Ylenia looked down at the young woman. She felt her stomach roll, as Rey tried to turn over, seeing the damage Kylo Ren had wrought her. "Anara, please bring bacta and gauze. Help me bring her to the refresher." Anara poked her head up from the holopad she'd been reading. She gathered the supplies and helped Ylenia drag Rey from the room. Once inside the refresher, the women attempted to strip Rey of her clothing. She fought as much as she could. "N-noo," she started, but Ylenia grabbed her face. "Child accept your fate. Let us help you. If you do not, you will not be the only one to be punished." Rey peered at the older woman. Sensing that she meant her no harm, Rey huffed her acquiescence. They slowly finished undressing her. Anara threw Rey's clothing down the wash chute, before grabbing a clean rag, and beginning to wipe off the dried blood.

Once the blood was scrubbed from her, they moved Rey into the shower. Rey felt warm water begin to cascade down her back. She moaned as the warmth helped to sooth her pain. The women washed her as best they could, given Rey could not stand on her own yet. Anara helped to put a towel around Rey's shoulders, while Ylenia brought her to the toilet and sat her down. She towel dried her hair, while Anara found a spare toiletry kit. They helped her to brush her teeth, and her hair, plaiting it into a singular braid. Ylenia rubbed the bacta on the worst of her wounds, deciding against the gauze, so as not to incur Kylo's wrath. Anara helped dress Rey in a white dress, not unlike the one the other women wore.

They helped Rey back out into the main room. The other women all stared at her, curious about the newcomer. Rey glanced up briefly. There had to be twenty or so of them gathered around doing various things to pass the time. She felt saddened that these women had all been ripped from their home worlds for the desires of men. Anara pulled out a seat at the table for Re, and she plopped down into it. Ylenia went over to the small kitchenette, and pressed a series of buttons. Rey decided she must be ordering food. Her stomach growled violently as the tray appeared, rather quickly, in the slot. Ylenia looked up at her and down at the tray. There was a huge steaming bowl of soup, half a loaf of bread and a whole pitcher of water. Ylenia carried it over to the table, but stopped just before putting it in front of Rey. "I can see how hungry you are, but you must relax. If you eat too much too quickly, you will be sick." Rey nodded understanding. The tray was set before her and she ate as slowly as she could. She hadn't eaten since she had been captured.

Ylenia and Anara both took a seat next to and across from her. Rey asked mid-chew, "Where am I?" Anara looked to Ylenia. Ylenia sighed, "This is what some of the officers call the "pet chambers." Rey gulped, "All of you? Do you all belong to Kylo Ren?" Ylenia snorted, "No, only you. We don't really belong to one person. Sure there are favorites, but only you belong to him." Anara chimed in, her voice like bells, "It isn't all bad. There are rules on what they can do. They can't maim, kill or hurt us too badly." Rey looked at the two of them disgusted. Ylenia continued, "Don't be quick to judge, we are all slaves. We do what we can to survive." Rey was not unaccustomed to this sort of thing. The junk bosses back on Jakku had often tempted her with more portions for a romp. She had learned long ago that she had no desire to die of hunger.

A noise at the door sent the women nearest to it scattering. A few had tried to hide themselves in the corner. Anara tried in earnest not to roll her eyes. You could tell who was new and who had been here longest. Who had been beaten into submission. The door slid open, revealing two Stormtroopers with force bands. Ylenia spoke quickly, "That'll be for you then. Don't try anything foolish. Kylo Ren makes his own rules. There'll be no repercussions for him." They entered the room and sealed the door behind them. One trooper had their blaster trained on the women, the other continued forward towards Rey. He stopped in front of her, "Kylo Ren requests your presence. You are to come quickly and quietly, Scavenger." She held out her hands to him, as her cuffed her wrists. He bent to do her ankles next. Once she was secured, the Stormtrooper pulled her up. As they moved her from the room, Rey glanced back at the two women, who looked at her with sympathy.

They dragged her down a series of corridors, stopping in front of a large door. The trooper on her right pressed the comm and spoke into it, "Sir, we have the girl." The door slid open. Kylo Ren stood waiting, "Leave her there. You are dismissed." They dropped Rey to the floor. She had gained enough strength to remain on her knees. The Stormtroopers turned and left the room. Kylo Ren circled her, finally coming to a stop in front of her. "So here we are, Scavenger. Here is what is going to happen: you will submit to me, without complaint. This is as unpleasant for me as it is for you. There will be no need for me to take you unless you are fertile. When did you last bleed?" She blushed fiercely as she glared at him. "I will be bleeding soon," she stammered. He used the force to confirm what she said as the truth. He shook his head affirming what she had said. "In the meantime, so that you don't forget your place as the filthy Scavenger scum you are, you will be pleasuring General Hux." She gaped at him stupidly. He couldn't be serious? He sneered behind the mask, and snatched her to her feet.

She found herself outside of yet another door. Kylo pushed a series of buttons, allowing himself entry into the room. Hux was sitting, reading in a chair, a small light next to him. He jumped up at the intrusion, confused. "What is the meaning of this Ren?" He demanded. He looked from Kylo Ren to the girl and back again. "I've brought you a present Hux," Kylo said matter-of-factly, "I can't breed her right now, she's useless to me." Hux arched a brow, even more baffled by the statement. "What am I to do with her?" He looked at her mortified. "You can use her as a pet for now, until she's fertile." Hux scoffed, "You can't be serious?" Kylo smirked behind the mask. "I am and you will," he said menacingly. He left the room abruptly.

Hux stared at the girl who had be unceremoniously left on the floor. She looked badly bruised and beaten. He attempted to move closer to her, which sent her shuffling in the opposite direction. He felt pity for her, even though he knew he shouldn't. "Please, let me help you off of the floor at least. I have no desire to force myself on someone so battered." She glared at him suspiciously, but nodded her head in agreement. He helped her to the chair he'd been in, and ran a hand through his red hair. "Are you hungry?" She glanced at him again, and shook her head. She was exhausted. It had taken every ounce of energy she had to trick Kylo Ren with the force so she could escape him. She'd rather be beaten than taken by him, the thought causing her to involuntarily gag. Hux sighed, exasperated. What was he to do with her? He couldn't send her back; Kylo Ren would know he hadn't followed his orders. If she stayed maybe that would satisfy him. Probably not, though. He thought of the other women in the "pet chamber". He was quite taken with the Anara one. He didn't want this to get back to her. He had hoped to make her solely his. She could never be his wife. That would go to some prestigious woman of rank, but he could make her his mistress.

Rey eyed him as she used the force to skim his thoughts. She could see what he thought of Anara, and thought the woman would laugh with that knowledge. Hux turned then, and put his hands up to show he meant no harm. He released her force bonds on her ankles and then on her wrists. Rey caught his eye and he stopped to take her in. He let his eyes trail down her. She was shapely, but lean with muscles. Her dress was hiked up in a way that was inappropriate. He gazed back at her and grabbed the hem up at her thigh. She gripped his wrist hard, nostrils flaring, as her breathing became erratic. Not breaking eye contact, he pulled the hem down her thighs, covering up her modesty. She raised her brow quizzically. He shook his red hair and stood again. "I can't do this to you. It's not in my nature. You may have my bed. I'll sleep out here on the couch." Rey was disbelieving. Wasn't he supposed to be the enemy? She was deep in thought when he unexpectedly scooped her up. She yelped, and wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose inches from his.

He walked as smoothly as he could to his room and set her on his bed. As an afterthought he asked, "Do you need to use the refresher?" She nodded, blushing. He sighed again as lifted her back up. Carrying her in to the toilet, he placed her down. "I'll be right outside, when you are done, to help you." "Thank you," she rasped. He blinked. It was the first thing she had said to him. He turned and shut the door, waiting. Her soft voice came to him through the door a few minutes later, "I'm ready." He heard a flush as he came in. She was attempting to wash her hands, still unsteady on her feet. He came behind her and held her in place so she could. She looked back at him, and quirked her lips up a bit. Her face was still quite swollen. He winced for her, and opened the mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet. He reached in and grabbed the first aid kit, before shutting it. The mirror back in place, he saw her staring at him intently, her hazel eye warm. She shut off the water, and turned around expectantly. He leaned forward, his face close to hers, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "You should try to walk a little on your own. I'll hold you up still."

They hobbled back into the bedroom. She was starting to be able to stand on her own now. He asked her to sit, and he knelt in front of her with the medical kit. He took out some things, turning them over and deciding what to use. He wondered if he should just take her to the med wing. "He took me there already. He told the droid no," she said. His head whipped up to look at her. "How could I forget? You are like him. Well anyway, I can at least do this." She snarled at him, "I am not like him." He took the bottle of bacta and used his fingers to scoop up some of the cream. He rubbed it all over her face, "That's not what I meant. I just mean that you are both force sensitive." She huffed, "That's the only connection." He chuckled, "I see we both share the same sentiment for him." She smiled at him shyly. "Why are you taking care of me? Why are you being so kind?" He glanced up at her as he continued applying the bacta, "Let's just say I'm not one for beating a woman to a pulp. I don't want to see it or the after effects." "Thank you," she whispered, as she put her hand over his. He gulped and quickly removed his hand. "There, that'll do. You should look much better by morning." He stood and walked back out into the main room.

He came back in with a glass of water. Taking two pills from the bottle in the med kit, he handed them to her and gave her the glass. "These will make it easier for you to sleep, and also help heal you." She eyed them, but eventually took them, gulping down the water. He turned to go. "Hux," she asked. His heart clenched inadvertently as he turned to face the broken young woman who was sitting on his bed. "Yes," he asked. "Please leave the door open. I won't try to escape. I promise," she added. He went pale. Escape? He hadn't even thought of that. Had Kylo Ren knew he wouldn't be able to contain her? No, he was meant to have left the bands on her and keep her as a slave. Not take care of her as he had. Still, he answered, "of course." He turned off the light, and left her alone.