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Anyways, Kylo Ren gives me a boner.

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rewatching the force awakens and kylo ren truly made something awaken in me 😏

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Experiment 438

Chapter 11

438 sat in her nest, her brows knitted together in focus as she carefully examined the metal object in her hands. The comb was shiny, meticulously engraved, and now it was all hers. Ushar sat a few feet away, a book in his hands, his feet propped up on a crate as he waited for her to interrupt him. She always did have so many questions, not that he minded. He would answer them without complaint. The way her eyes lit up when he explained things to her made his chest warm in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet.

“What’s this one called?” she questioned, pointing out the image of a planet that she didn’t recognize. Ushar glanced over, the shadow of a smile gracing his lips as his eyes followed her finger. “That’s Mustafar.” 438’s dark eyes sparkled with excitement as she repeated the word to herself. “Pretty.” She nodded. Ushar let out a laugh. “Most people wouldn’t use that word to describe it, but sure.” She traced her fingers over it and moved to the next. “And this one?” This time, Ushar put his finger between the pages of his reading material, using it to hold his place, realizing that she had no intention of allowing him to read in peace. He didn’t mind. “That was once called Ilum.”

He beckoned the girl with a wave of his hand, watching in amusement as she padded over. She sat a few inches away from him, still hesitant, as she always seemed to be with the knights. He glanced down at the gap between them and set his book aside. “Come here.” 438 stared but didn’t move an inch. Ushar let out a sigh, more fond than impatient. “Let me show you.” Before she could get another word out, a large arm snaked its way around her ribs, pulling her to him until she was pressed against his side. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him. She could smell his scent: leather book bindings, ink, and something sweet underneath. She stiffened for a heartbeat but ultimately decided having her questions answered was more important than the fact that she was now touching one of them.

Ushar grabbed her hand, guiding her finger back to the metal object and tracing the carved indentation. “Feel that, bunny?” She nodded, her hand trembling beneath his grip without meaning to. “Those are the ice canyons. Almost everything there is covered in snow.” 438 furrowed her brows. “How do you know?” she replied, her tone skeptical. “Because if you looked out that viewport right now-“ He leaned in, pointing across the hall toward the large window that 438 had spent three months adamantly avoiding. “-you could see it.” She stared at where he was looking, her ears flattened against her head in fear.

“I don’t like that viewport,” she announced matter-of-factly, shaking her head. “I’ve noticed,” Ushar replied with a low chuckle. Silence settled between them for a long moment. “Is that where they keep more experiments?” she asked quietly. “Failures?”

The way she said it made it clear she was trying to piece together how all of this worked. “No, bunny.” Ushar shook his head. “It’s a weapon.” That didn’t seem to help. Weapon. She had heard that word before. It was what they had called her when they first found her.

“A weapon for what purpose?” Ushar paused, considering the question carefully. 438 had no understanding of politics. She didn’t understand war or rivalry. Explaining any of it would only leave her more confused. “To keep the peace.” 438’s head tilted. “How?” Another thoughtful silence. “By reminding everyone what disturbing that peace might cost them.” She frowned at this. “They don’t listen?” Ushar’s hand, which still rested on her waist, rubbed slow, soothing circles into her side.

“Sometimes they don’t.”

“So then what? The weapon hurts them?”

The man gave a half nod. “If it must.” 438 looked back down at the tiny planet carved into the comb, tracing over it with her fingertip. “That seems sad.” Ushar watched her for a long moment before answering. “Sometimes it is.” They stayed that way for a long time, pressed close as she thought up more questions to ask. She hung on his every word as he answered them one by one. His large hand drifted from her waist to her back, his thumb pressing into her spine and tracing the lightning stripe with careful determination, trying to see how close she would let him get.

It wasn’t the first time he had done this. For three months, he had been silently testing 438’s boundaries. It started with a hand resting beside her own, then he brushed her shoulder when she would sit next to him as he read. It slowly progressed. A careful pet to her head, the brush of his knuckles against her cheekbone. He did it so slowly that she didn’t notice herself becoming accustomed to his touch. He always waited, always stopped the moment she tensed, but that day, she didn’t.

Across the hall, Cardo noticed it first. He looked up from the piece of machinery he’d been repairing, but he said nothing. Kuruk followed his gaze, fixating on the interaction between his brother and the girl. Then Trudgen. Then Ap’lek. None of them interrupted, not wanting to ruin whatever was happening. 438 continued asking questions, seemingly unaware that she was leaning farther and farther into Ushar, so close that most of her weight rested comfortably against his side, but Ushar noticed. He kept his expression carefully neutral. He knew that one wrong reaction, one comment, one movement that she deemed too fast, and she would be gone.

“What is this one about?” 438 asked suddenly, her attention shifting to the thick book resting beside him. Before the man got the chance to answer, she leaned across him to reach for it. The movement brought her closer than she had ever come before. Reaching farther than her balance would comfortably allow, she instinctively pressed her face against the center of Ushar’s chest for support. She didn’t seem to realize she’d done it. Her nose rested against the black fabric of his shirt as she took one slow, absentminded breath, her fingers finally curling around the worn cover before she pulled the book free.

The room around them went completely silent. Ushar didn’t move. The others stared, but no one said anything. 438, completely unaware of what was happening around her, flipped the book over in her hands with fascination. She pressed the book into him, looking at him expectantly. “Read it.” Trudgen did his best to cough away a laugh from across the room, amused by how demanding the bunny could be. Ushar raised his eyebrows at her. “What’s the magic word?” 438 blinked once, then again. “Magic?” She didn’t seem to understand that word. It was one that she hadn’t heard before. Her brows drew together in confusion.

After a moment of deep thought, she seemed to come to a conclusion. Without another word, she stood, padded over to her nest, and began digging furiously through the pile of carefully collected treasures. Vicrul looked up from cleaning his weapon. “What is she doing?” he pondered, a fond smirk on his face. “Strategizing,” Ap’lek replied. Her hands found what she was looking for, and she stood, triumphantly hurrying her way back to Ushar. She stood between his legs, holding out a sweet she had been saving. “Reward?” Ushar covered his mouth, trying and failing not to smile. “I was looking for ‘please.’” She frowned. “But since you’re cute, I’ll consider this an acceptable substitute.”

Ushar opened the book. Without thinking, 438 settled back against his side exactly where she had been before, as though it were the most natural place in the galaxy to listen to a story. They all settled back into their tasks and listened as their brother read aloud, his tone even and smooth. He stroked her hair with one hand, holding the book with the other. Slowly, 438’s head began to lull, her eyes falling shut every once in a while before she adjusted herself in an attempt to stay awake.

Eventually, Ushar glanced down. “Go lay down before you fall over, bunny.” He laughed. 438 blinked sleepily. “I was listening.” Ushar nodded, shutting the book and standing to guide her to her nest. “I know.” Reluctantly, she moved, padding across the hall and disappearing into her nest. One by one, the men of the hall settled into their nightly routines. Vicrul disappeared into his quarters, giving each of the men a “Goodnight, brother,” as he went. Trudgen stretched, muttered something about an early briefing the next day, and left for his own bed. Ap’lek extinguished the last of the training lights before retiring himself as well. Kuruk lingered only long enough to tell Cardo goodnight before his heavy door hissed shut behind him.

Soon, only Cardo remained. He was bent over his workbench beneath the dim glow of the night-cycle lights. The steady clink of tools against metal echoed softly through the otherwise quiet room. 438 curled in on herself, hugging her arms to her chest with a happy sigh. For the first time in a long time, she felt completely safe. She wasn’t waiting for someone to come and wake her with bright lights and sharp tools. She wasn’t thinking about what might happen to her if she was suddenly deemed a failure. It seemed that, no matter her results, the knights didn’t care. They saw her as more than just some experiment. That was something she was going to have to get used to. The edges of her vision blurred as her eyes began to fall shut, sleep threatening to take her under at any moment.

Then she heard it.

A sharp, high-pitched humming sound took over her senses, loud and overwhelming. She shot up in her nest, her ears pinning against her head in search of relief. It was a sound she hadn’t heard before, unfamiliar and horrid. She grimaced and let out a pained breath, but after a moment, it stopped. Cardo’s attention had turned to her, his brows creased in confusion. “Are you okay, 438? What’s wrong?” he questioned, pushing himself away from his workbench and approaching with quick, heavy steps. “What was that noise?” she asked, hoping the man would have some kind of logical explanation as to what could have been going on.

Cardo was silent for a long moment, listening, trying to hear whatever it was that she was hearing, but nothing came. “I don’t hear anything, bunny.” He paused for another moment, focusing. But again, he only heard the silence that had taken over the room. “Is it still happening?” 438 shook her head, which seemed to perplex him. Cardo was an observant man, even when he was focused, even over the sounds of his tools. But he hadn’t heard a thing. How he hadn’t heard it was beyond her. The noise had been so piercing that her head ached a bit just from the volume of it. “Did it sound mechanical? Maybe it was me.” She shook her head again, hard. This wasn’t the kind of noise that the knights made. Yes, they were loud, but that was different. “It was like an alarm, but it only lasted a few seconds. Now I don’t hear it anymore.”

There was a beat, then Cardo’s face seemed to soften. “Did you have a nightmare again?” She almost wanted to glare at him for suggesting she was unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, but she refrained. “No. I heard something.” This wasn’t uncommon when it came to 438. She had nightmares about the lab often, and to her, they felt real. She would wake screaming, pulling at the fur that lay at the base of her ears, telling the men to get away from her out of terror. This must have just been another case of the same issue.

He reached a large hand out and brushed her hair away from her sweat-beaded forehead. He stroked her cheekbone with his knuckles, trying to comfort her from whatever it was that had her so worked up. “You are safe, 438. This hall is a fortress. I’m sure it was just an alarm down in the lower levels that you picked up with these oversensitive ears.” He gently rubbed the base of one of her ears before standing. “I will listen more carefully. If I hear anything, I will personally go make it stop. How does that sound?” 438 paused, staring up at him with skeptical eyes, but eventually she nodded. He had never lied to her before, and she didn’t think he would start now.

With that, he stood back to his full height and settled back onto his workbench. 438 tried to relax, to lie back down and let sleep take over, but the air around her had changed. She pulled her blankets closer, making the nest even smaller, hoping that might calm her racing heart, and for a moment, it did. That was until she heard it again. Slowly, her eyes panned across the room until they landed on the giant man who was carefully taking apart a malfunctioning weapon. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look up. He simply kept working, completely oblivious to the shrill sound that threatened to split her skull in two.

Only I can hear it.

The realization made her stomach twist in a way that brought bile up her throat. There was something wrong, and if only she could hear it, maybe it wasn’t the ship at all. It was in her head. Her fingers curled tighter around the blanket. The scientists had always warned her that experiments failed. Components wore out. Subjects became unstable. She swallowed hard and forced herself to stay quiet. She couldn’t tell the knights, not until she knew for sure.

Across the hall, Cardo continued working, clearly making an effort to be slightly quieter than usual, hoping the bunny would find sleep once again. If only he knew what was going on inside of her head. The steady clanking of metal against metal filled the silence. Every few minutes, he would glance toward 438’s nest, making sure she was still settled before returning to the weapon in his hands. A long time passed. The weapon was finished long before he stood. He set it aside, rubbing a big hand over his tired face.

His eyes drifted over to the nest one last time. She hadn’t seemed to move, which satisfied him. She appeared to be calm. Finally, he allowed himself to stand. With a yawn, he made his way across the room directly to her. He brushed a hand gently over the top of her head, rubbing his thumb into the fur at the base of her ears before disappearing into his quarters. The metal door hissed shut, cutting off the sound of his heavy footsteps. 438 stayed frozen there for a long moment, listening for any indication that the knights might still be stirring, but no sound came.

The hall was empty now, occupied only by the flicker of the fire and the sounds of 438’s breathing. Slowly, she sat upright, and once again, the piercing noise returned. She flinched immediately, both hands flying to her ears for comfort as the sharp, torturous hum sounded off. Grimacing, she stood from the nest and began searching. She dug through every crate in the room, she pressed her ears against the walls, and she even rummaged through the kitchen and medical rooms in search of anything that could have possibly been making that sound, but she found nothing. Everywhere she walked, the sound followed her, the volume never changing.

That was all the confirmation she needed. It wasn’t coming from the hall. Defeated, she returned to the nest and pulled her knees to her chest as a quiet cry escaped her. Once again, the humming returned, but this time, something else happened as well. This time, something beneath her skin vibrated with it. Her eyes dropped toward her feet. Another faint pulse of movement, right in the heel of her foot. She reached down, her fingertips brushing over the nearly invisible scar there. The moment she touched it, something hard beneath the skin pushed back against her fingertips.

Her breathing stopped, and her eyes went wide with horror. This wasn’t just some hallucination. She wasn’t broken or coming apart. There was something there that she had long forgotten. Sitting beneath her fingers was something impossibly hard. Not bone, not muscle. It was metal. A violent shiver raced down her spine. She hadn’t thought about it in years. She had learned it was better to just forget it. But now, it was the one thing that could threaten her place here, in this strange environment where she finally felt some sense of peace and calm. Something that had been put there long ago.

A tracker.

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Experiment 438

Chapter 10

She made her way through the halls, counting her steps, like always, her ears perking at every sound. She pressed herself against a wall as a general passed, her big dark eyes filled with panic. She wondered if that person was a scientist, or if they were a subject. Either way she wasn’t going to let them close enough to find out. Once they made it to the door of the training room, she was practically pushing to get inside. She hated the halls, she needed to be in a confined room, a room where there was no chance of being contaminated.

She rushed inside, looking around in wonder. This was much different than the knights hall. It was a large open space, a mat in the center. The ceiling stretched high overhead, disappearing into shadows where thick metal beams crossed one another. The walls were dull black durasteel, gouged and dented in places as though someone had struck them hard enough to leave permanent scars. There were no decorations, no windows, nothing soft. Everything inside the room seemed built to survive violence.

Training dummies stood against the far wall, many of them adorned deep cuts and broken armor plating from years of constant abuse. Weapon racks lined another, organized with blasters, staffs, practice blades, as well as strange weapons she couldn’t name. She would have to ask Ushar about them later. She began to wonder absentmindedly, her fingertips tracing over everything she passed. She pressed one palm against a dent in the wall that was larger than her hand. Someone had done that. One of them, she assumed. She looked back at them, then at the wall again, trying to imagine which one of them had hit it hard enough to bend metal.

It smelled different in here. Not like the hall. Sweat, metal, and something more sour. Blood. “Your sure I won’t be contaminated in here?” She questioned, the tone in her voice making it clear that her courage was beginning to falter. “You could lick the floor, and you still wouldn’t be contaminated.” Cardo chuckled lowly, his large body resting on a bench as he re-laced one of his boots. 438 tilted her head, her face twisting into confusion as her ears twitched overhead. “Why would I lick the floor? Is that something you do in a training room?” All of the knights around the room hid smirks and coughed away laughter. “No, bunny. That’s called a joke.” Cardo sighed, more fond than exasperated.

The sound of the door sliding open once again caught her attention. She immediately fixated on it and watched as a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway. Kylo, she could recognize his smell anywhere. The man smelled colder than the others. Leather and clean metal, but somewhere beneath it all was something warmer she couldn’t quite name, a scent she had never come across before. It was like wood and smoke, faint enough that she only she seemed to notice it. Large boots took careful steps as he entered, clad in all black, radiating his usual intimidating power.

It took him a moment to notice her, but once he did, he stilled immediately. He stared at her for a moment in the complete silence that had overtaken the room, then he looked at the knights, as if expecting some kind of explanation. Kylo was well aware that, for nearly three months, they had been unable to convince 438 to leave the safety of the hall unless she was being brought to him for training. Yet here she stood of her own accord. “She didn’t want to be left behind today.” Vicrul shrugged. Ushar nodded his head in her direction. “Said she wanted to come too. Unprovoked.”

Something in Kylos chest seemed to shift, not from happiness, but from the satisfaction he felt from knowing that the knights were succeeding in their mission. This behavior from the girl, this wasn’t obedience, this wasn’t conditioning, this was progress. Real visible progress. Kylo’s gaze returned to 438. She wasn’t hiding. She wasn’t trembling. She was just there. The corners of his mouth almost threatened to move before he caught himself. With that he began the training session.

438 continued to make her way around the room, inspecting each and everything that she could get her hands on. With each object she picked up she would look back at the men, almost as if she was waiting to be scolded for touching things that didn’t belong to her, but the reprimanding never came. Every few minutes the sounds of the men sparing would catch her attention, her eyes would fixate on them with cautious curiosity, like she was trying to determine whether or not they were really hurting one another. She had grown quietly attentive when it came to monitoring the men when they were inside the hall. Raised voices or movements from them that seemed anything other than calm would immediately grab her attention.

If Cardo was getting irritated with a repair, she would sit herself next to his leg, knowing that he couldn’t bring himself to stay angry when she was close. If Ushar began to pace, brows creased, thoughts racing in that way that made his head pound, she would quietly approached his bookshelf, asking him questions to take his mind off of whatever it was that was plaguing him. When Vicrul would sit on the couching, cleaning his scythe in that way that made it clear his mission hadn’t gone as planned, she was carefully make her way over, sitting so close that they almost touched, sometimes she would even let one of her ears touch his shoulder. Each and every one of them had noticed it, that shift from terrified, almost prisoner like behavior, to curious creature that almost seemed to like them.

Ap’lek shoved Kuruk hard, the younger man’s back hitting the wall with a thud that made 438 jump. She was immediately at the edge of the training mat, her attention now fully on the men, the look on her face laced with concern. Kuruk groaned, the sound making the girl rush to him before any of them had the time to stop her. She didn’t touch him, just hovered, putting her body between the man and his brother like she was shielding him from danger. “No.” She frowned back at Ap’lek, almost as if she was attempting to scold, despite the waver of anxiety in her voice. “You don’t get rewards for hurting. That’s bad. That’s against the rules.”

The room went still. Ap’lek froze where he stood, staring down at the creature planted between himself and Kuruk. She was half his size, her expression filled with fear, yet she didn’t move aside. This girl, who was nothing compared to them in build or strength, had somehow decided she was enough to stand between two Knights of Ren. Trudgen let out a gruff amused laugh. “She’s trying to protect you, brother.” Kuruk started at the white haired girl, pushing himself to stand straight once again. He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to mask just how much this was affecting him.

Ap’lek slowly lowered himself into a crouch. “Pretty girl,” he said softly. “I’m not hurting him.” 438s face heated at the pet name, she still was not at all used to being called that, or anything other than 438 for that matter. She glared as fiercely as she could. “I saw you.” She countered, gesturing behind her like she was presenting evidence. “It is only practice, bunny.” Ap’lek tried again. She didn’t seem to like that answer, her expression not softening in the slightest. “Why is training… this?” Kuruk took a step closer to her, his chest so close to the back of her head that she could feel his warmth. “Because if he can knock me into a wall, then we train until he can’t.” he gestured toward Ap’lek. “That way, maybe next time someone else outside of this training room tries, they won’t be able to.”

She stood there for a while, contemplating, but never moving out of the way. “This training makes you,” she paused, searching for the correct word.

“-better?” Ap’lek nodded calmly. “Exactly, bunny.” With that, she slowly stepped aside, her eyes never leaving the two men. “You have to be careful anyways.” She spoke softly, like she was giving an order rather than just saying it. Ap’Lek gave her a finger salute of recognition. “Of course, pretty girl.”

She moved to the edge of the mat once again, this time watching them, studying each movement. They struck each other with brutal force. They knocked one another to the floor. But they also laughed and stood each other back up again. There was no punishment, no anger behind their actions, no fear between brothers. No one deemed the other a failure when they stumbled; they simply reset and tried again. She didn’t understand it completely, but somewhere deep down, something shifted. She thought maybe, just maybe, if she could earn their trust, then they would never hurt her either.

Kylo could see it now, the way the bond was forming, and he wanted to remind his men exactly what it was that they were bonding with. He wanted to make sure they were clear on what could happen if her loyalty were to lie elsewhere. After the men were sweat slicked and panting, Kylo waved for them to step aside, gesturing for the girl to join him on the mat. Timidly, she approached, hands in tight fists at her sides. “438, would you like to give the knights a demonstration? You’ve been doing so well in your testing, I’m sure they would like to see.” He questioned, giving her an encouraging look. There was a pause, and then she shook her head.

Her face made it clear that the response wasn’t sheer refusal, it was hesitation caused by shyness and embarrassment that she feared might come if she lost control infront of them. Kylo had anticipated such a reaction. Slowly, one gloved hand disappeared beneath his cloak. When it reemerged, something shiny caught the light, and also 438s attention. A comb, small, metal, the spine engraved with tiny stars, crescent moons, and swirling planets that seem to orbit one another. Every line had been etched by hand. By Kylos hand.

438s ears stood straight up, her eyes widening with poorly contained amazement. She took one step in Kylos direction to get a better look. “It will earn you a reward.” This was how her brain worked, this was how he got her attention, and it worked every time without fail. “Okay.” She nodded. With that Kylo motioned for Cardo to grab a training dummy from across the room. He did, dragging the heavy piece of equipment to stand in the middle of the mat. With an entertained smirk, he picked up a storm trooper helmet that sat discarded in a forgotten crate and settled it onto its head, giving it a hard pat like he was wishing the inanimate man luck. “Poor bastard.”

Kylo gave her space, stepping away so that she could clear her mind without distraction. She stood there studying the object in silence so long they almost thought she had changed her mind. Then her eyes fell shut and the air around them changed. Her face was blank but they could already feel it, the energy of the force radiating from her like a beacon. Carefully, she lifted one arm, her fingers outstretched in a way that almost looked delicate, but the men knew she was anything but that when she was in this state.

There was a few seconds where nothing happened, and then suddenly, CRACK. The men watched as the white helmet compress in on itself so hard that the dummy head within buckled beneath the pressure with a deep metallic groan. The entire dummy tipped backwards, the heavy statue landing against the floor with a thundering boom. Before any of them have the chance to react, 438s eyes open and she rushes over to Kylo, gently prying open his gloved hand with an impatient grunt, taking the prize. “Success” she announces like it has to be said aloud to be true, before scampering away to examine it in a nearby corner.

“Holy shit.” Trudgen grumbled under his breath, stepping towards the destroyed training equipment to get a better look. His hands found the helmet, having to use all of his strength to pull it free from its place on the dummy. The thing was destroyed almost beyond recognition, just a bundle of white and black scraps. He turned it over in his hands and looked inside. “There would have been nothing left.” He said, his voice laced with something like awe. “Shes amazing.” Kuruk whispered, his respect for power making it hard to hide just how impressed he was. “Shes terrifying.” Ushar corrected, his eyes moving to the bunny girl who was crouched in the corner, her big curious eyes fixated on her shiny treasure.

Kylo turned to his brothers, the look on his face making his message clear to them. This is what the mission was about, this is what the loyalty they were building was meant to prevent. She wasn’t just powerful, she was lethal in a way that couldn’t be explained with words, only by seeing it with your own eyes. What had just occurred wasn’t simply a demonstration, it was a reminder of what happens if she ever belongs to someone else. Or even worse, what happens if she simply belongs to no one.

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I don't understand why so many fear me, I'm actually quite nice and friendly once you get to know me

Experiment 438

Chapter 9

She sat in her nest, heart still pounding out of her chest from her interaction with Kuruk as the other knights emerged from their rooms, one by one. Crimson flushed her cheeks in a way that was hard to hide, but none of them seemed to notice her panic, all too distracted with their morning tasks. Cardo smirked down at the crate that sat next to his workbench, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he crossed his massive arms over his chest. “You been digging in my tools again, bunny?” he teased, pointing a wrench in her direction. She nodded, never one to lie. “But I didn’t take anything,” she reassured him.

He wasn’t worried about that. Even if she had taken something, he wouldn’t have been cross with her. He had grown a soft spot for the girl. They all had, even though they wouldn’t say it out loud. “I know you didn’t,” he replied lowly, moving toward her nest with careful steps. “I put everything back where it was,” she said, almost like she was expecting correction. “I know you did.” He nodded. His eyes narrowed, his gaze seeming to search her face. “Why are you so red, 438? Do you feel well?” Her mouth quickly snapped shut at his comment. Maybe she wasn’t hiding it well. “She’s fine. Aren’t you, 438?” Kuruk questioned from across the room, not looking up from his star maps as an almost mocking grin pulled at his lips. She agreed immediately. “Yes, yes. I feel fine,” she hurried, moving herself so that she was facing the wall, pretending to fix her nest despite there being nothing to fix.

Cardo watched her for another second before glancing toward Kuruk, who was still studying his maps with that faint, infuriating grin. “…Right.” With that, he turned and retreated back to his workbench, the surface creaking beneath the weight of the man as he settled. 438 continued her nest pruning until the sound of the kitchen door made her ears perk with excitement.

Trudgen emerged, two bowls in his hands, something that had been happening every day for a while now. The girl immediately stood, making her way to the table, the seat right next to the man. She still sat on the outer edge, furthest away from the hulking knight like he might bite her if she got too close, but she sat willingly, and that was enough. Trudgen let out a low laugh, amused by how excited she got despite this being an everyday occurrence. He sat, setting both bowls on the table and sliding hers over to her. 438 ate silently, her legs swinging happily with every bite. Every now and then she glanced over at the man at her side, making sure he was still there, that he hadn’t left. She ate much more slowly than she used to, no longer hunching over her bowl like the knights might snatch it away at the first opportunity. It wasn’t huge, but it was improvement nonetheless.

Eventually, only one bite remained at the bottom of her bowl. She paused, staring down at it for a long moment. It was the best piece; she had saved it. Slowly, she picked it up with her spoon. She glanced over at Trudgen, who continued eating, pretending not to notice that the bunny seemed fixated on him. Her chair shifted as she inched closer, the proximity seeming to make her nervous. The man still didn’t look at her, knowing the moment he reacted would be the moment she would retreat.

With careful hands, she reached across the space between them. The spoon hovered there for only a heartbeat before she timidly placed the food on the very edge of his plate. She gave a small sheepish smile, then immediately gathered her bowl and scampered to the kitchen without another word. All of the men around her saw, but none of them said a thing. The hall remained quiet for another moment. Trudgen looked down at the lonely piece of food. His expression didn’t change, but after a long pause he picked it up, ate it, and quietly finished the rest of his meal.

Once they had all finished their morning tasks, they began gathering their things. They pulled armor into its rightful place on their bodies, they laced up heavy black boots, they took hold of weapons that seemed to be part of them, the way they never went anywhere without them. They stood and made their way to the threshold of the knights’ hall, moving like a mass of black shadows. Behind the sound of their booming footsteps was another noise. Smaller, more skittish, but unmistakable. Cardo turned slowly to look behind himself. There he found 438, standing just far enough away from him that if he were to reach for her, she would have time to bolt.

The man’s brows knitted together in confusion. “What are you doing, 438?” he questioned, his tone low but never harsh. She stared down at the floor for a moment, contemplating. Then her gaze rose to meet his own. “I want to go too,” she said matter-of-factly, no question in her voice, like she had already made up her mind. There was a pause of silence before Ushar took two steps in her direction. “We are going to meet Kylo in the training room.” She just nodded, her eyes drifting back to the doorway that sat wide open, like she wasn’t really concerned with the destination. “Okay.”

Vicrul chimed in next, his scythe resting lazily against his large shoulder. “Are you sure, bunny? The training room can be-“ Before he was able to get the sentence fully out of his mouth, Cardo’s elbow made hard contact with his chest, so hard it stole the air from his lungs. “Let her come. I’m sure she could use a break from being cooped up inside this hall all day.” With that, he turned and walked out the door, tossing a gruff, “Come on, bunny,” over his shoulder as he went. Her ears lifted, listening for sounds coming from outside the space that she was now so familiar with. Footsteps, voices, machinery, but none of it sounded particularly dangerous.

She turned to Ushar, the one who always seemed to have the answers to her questions, no matter how many she seemed to come up with each day. “If I go to the training room, will I be contaminated?” she asked, her hand absentmindedly finding its way to the base of her ears, pulling just slightly at the fur there in nervousness, a habit that the men had yet to break her of. “My brothers and I go to the training room every day, 438. And are we contaminated?” She thought for a moment, her shoulders raising and falling in short, anxious breaths. Then she shook her head. “No.” Ushar nodded once, confirmation and assurance. “Then you have your answer.”

She watched as all the men exited, her feet still firmly planted inside the hall, like her body was refusing to let her go despite the clear desire written across her face. She balled her fists at her sides, closed her eyes, and pulled in one long, slow, deep breath before letting it out. For just a second, her tail gave one quick, involuntary flick of exhilaration. Then she scampered after them.

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Experiment 438

Chapter 8

As reality slowly flooded 438’s mind, her eyes cracked open to reveal the dim light of the knights’ hall. She moved to stretch her stiff limbs, but suddenly noticed an unfamiliar feeling, an enveloping warmth that seemed to be coming from all sides of her. Slowly, carefully, she turned, taking in the sight of the newfound collection of blankets surrounding her usually empty corner. She counted them, and then counted again. Six in total. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the men that she had become so familiar with. There was one from each knight, and now they all surrounded her like a poorly constructed nest.

She froze at the sight, not in terror as she usually did, but in confusion. Was this her reward for allowing them to bathe her? It had to be. Why else would they have given them to her? But this nest, it wasn’t right. It needed fixing. Carefully, she untucked herself from the corner, moving to adjust the blankets, pulling them all closer, making the nest smaller, more contained, her fear of taking up too much space still lingering in the back of her mind. She paused halfway through her rearranging, pressing her face into the pile for only a heartbeat before continuing her work. She was meticulous, smoothing and patting and readjusting over and over until it was just the way she wanted it, making sure her treasures still sat completely hidden in the corner, making sure they hadn’t taken anything. They hadn’t. Once it was perfect, she stood, backing away from her creation, admiring it for a moment, a small smile creeping its way across her face.

Though she didn’t like to admit it, the knights were different than she had first thought. They were large, loud brutes, yes, but they were also something else. She didn’t know the word for it, but it made a warm feeling bloom in her chest whenever they were careful with her, whenever they spoke to her softly. Carefully, she stepped away from her corner, giving it one more glance to make sure it didn’t disappear once it was out of her sight. She moved along the far wall, making her way back to Cardo’s workbench, where she seemed to spend a good amount of her time when the men were occupied. She knelt next to the crate of tools and miscellaneous weapon parts that sat next to the leg of the table. She dug her hands into the pile as she usually did, pulling out objects and examining them with open curiosity.

Months ago, when she had first arrived on base, she had been absolutely terrified to touch anything that belonged to the knights. They were unsure if it was her irrational fear of contamination, or if it was them that she feared, but now things were different. She had developed a routine. She stayed there for a while, checking out each and every new object that Cardo had added into the crate the day prior, before she put everything back as she had found it and moved to Kuruk’s star maps. She traced her fingers along the paths he had marked and counted the planets along their routes. Then she moved to Ushar’s bookshelf. She brushed her hands along the bindings of the books, counting them to make sure there was still the same number there had been before. There were, there always were, but she still liked to check.

She turned her head and glanced down the knights’ corridor, and that’s when she saw it. Something was different today. A door was open. She fixated on the threshold, wondering if maybe one of them had woken up earlier than normal that morning and left the hall without her noticing, but she quickly dismissed the idea. None of them got past without her noticing. Her hearing was much too sensitive, and as big as they were, it was practically impossible for them to be quiet enough to go unnoticed by the bunny girl. Her brows knitted together in confusion, then she decided to investigate. She scampered her way to the edge of the corridor, leaning her head just enough to see through the open doorway. It was Kuruk’s room. She could tell by his scent that permeated the air within the space. He had a very distinct smell: blaster residue, engine oil, ozone. He smelled colder than the other knights, sharper even, but not unpleasant.

Cautiously, she stepped closer, her fingers curling against the metal doorframe as she poked her head inside. She could see him across the room. He was still asleep on his bed, and the way he slept was… strange. He lay completely flat on his back, his fingers laced together and resting against his bare abdomen, the sight of which made 438’s breath catch in her throat. His chest and arms were muscled in a way that could have only come from years of training and conditioning, his jet-black hair was tousled from sleep, and his face was actually relaxed for once, a hard contrast from his usually cold expression. She stood there for a moment before deciding she needed a closer look. She padded her way into the room, her heart pounding inside of her chest in a way that made her scared the sound of it might wake him up. She never usually entered their rooms, but today her interest got the best of her. She tiptoed her way over to the side of his bed, tilting her head at him, eyes filled with wonder.

His face was usually twisted into that deep scowl he always wore, his bright blue eyes narrowed beneath dark brows as though the entire galaxy irritated him. Sleeping had stolen all of that away. The little line that always sat between his eyebrows was gone. His jaw no longer looked clenched tight enough to crack teeth. He looked softer. His eyelashes were darker than she expected, long too. One strand of black hair had fallen across his forehead, refusing to stay with the rest of it. She wondered if it bothered him when he was awake. It probably did. Everything else seemed to. His lips weren’t turned downward anymore either. They rested naturally now, and she found herself wondering if he even knew he always made that face. Her face was only a few inches away from his, and she found herself wanting to reach out and touch him. Slowly, almost without realizing she was doing it, she lifted one hand. Her fingers hovered only inches from the strand of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. She wondered if it felt as soft as it looked, but she never found out.

Suddenly, his inhumanly blue eyes opened. He didn’t startle, he didn’t even move, he just looked at her. “What are you doing, bunny?” His tone was flat, his voice still gruff from sleep. 438 paused, as if awaiting to see whether or not her entering his room without permission would lead to some sort of reprimand, but none came. “I was looking at you,” she admitted. She was never one to lie or make excuses. That was something he secretly liked about her. “You’re pretty when you’re not making that face you always make,” she added, watching him with careful eyes as he sat up, seating himself on the edge of his mattress. He stilled for a moment, a look of pure confusion crossing his face. No one had ever called him that before, especially not 438.

“Pretty?”

He let out a breath through his nose in a way that almost resembled a laugh. She didn’t understand what was funny, but nodded in confirmation. She observed him as he pulled a black shirt over his head, followed by his boots. He stood, 438 having to look up at him to meet his gaze, a sudden reminder of just how large he was.

“What face do I make?” he questioned, tipping his head at her in a way that seemed almost amused. She thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to describe it, but she didn’t have the words. She crunched her face up, pulled her eyebrows together, and narrowed her eyes. She pressed her lips downward into the permanently irritated frown he always seemed to wear, mimicking him to show him just what she meant. Kuruk blinked at her, his brows suddenly softening ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching just a bit as a smirk threatened to make an appearance.

He took a step in her direction, then another, and another, closing the distance between them with quick steps. Startled, she quickly took a step back, her shoulders meeting the cold durasteel wall behind her, the unexpected contact making her gasp. He put one arm out, his hand resting on the wall next to her as he took a good, hard look at her, his eyes taking in every soft detail. His face was only an inch or so from her own, the closest they had ever come to each other, and yet she didn’t try to get away, not yet.

“You think I’m pretty, bunny?” he grumbled, his voice low and rough and filled with amusement. The question made her stomach flutter in a way that she had never felt before, in a way that made her want to press even closer to him, but she didn’t move, just nodded in reply.

He inched forward, his breath fanning her face. His nose brushed hers slightly, the contact making a shiver run the length of her spine. She never let any of them get this close, but it was like he had her in a trance. Then a sound cut through the air, another knight’s door opening. Before he could react, she ducked beneath his arm and bolted out of the room, a flash of white fur and black fabric. He stared at the doorway she’d disappeared through, the ghost of a smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

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Experiment 438

Chapter 7

438’s comment had unsettled them all, the words lingering in their minds for days after their discussion with Kylo. They gave her space, they allowed her to become comfortable with the hall and their presence in it in turn. She no longer stayed in the corner; she wandered, staying close to the walls but seemingly exploring everything she could. Sometimes she would approach the doors of their individual quarters, her hand exploring the access panels, trying to figure out whether or not she had the ability to open them the way she observed the Knights do. When Cardo wasn’t at his workbench, she would dig through his tools, examining them like newfound treasures, but she would never take anything, careful to return all exactly as it had been when she approached before she left.

Kylo called upon her once a day, keeping a routine so that he would not break the facade of her newly assigned experiment. Daily, he was baffled by her power, and daily, she was rewarded for her presentation of it. She would return to the hall with her treasures and ‘hide’ them in her corner, placing them against the floor and shoving the clothing that Kylo had gifted her on top of them to shield them from the Knights’ gazes. Whenever the Knights would leave the hall without her, she would examine them thoroughly upon their return, searching their hands, sometimes even their pockets, for treats. They had started placing things in them for her to find. When her fingertips would meet the objects, her eyes would light up with excitement despite her clear effort to hide it. “You were a success today?” she would ask, a brightness in her eyes that couldn’t be hidden, something they hadn’t seen from her much before. “Yes, bunny. A tremendous success.” Cardo would reassure her, taking whatever ‘reward’ he had brought back and settling it into her hands without another word.

They started to notice things about her, small details that one would only pick up on by being in close proximity to her all the time. The way she had a slight limp, favoring her left side and refusing to put her weight onto her right heel. The way she would obsessively groom herself before falling asleep. Her very particular food preferences, the way she counted to herself underneath her breath when she believed no one was listening. She still seemed wary of them, but it was clear to them all that she was warming up, however slowly it may have been.

She stopped cowering when the men would approach her, stopped hunching over her food when she ate; she even started sitting next to them without having to be explicitly instructed to do so. The first time it happened, none of them acknowledged it aloud, but they all noticed. 438 had been lingering against the wall near where Kuruk was seated, charting out paths on a star map. Silently, she stepped closer, her steps almost completely silent as she approached him. Slowly, cautiously, she lowered herself, sitting against the floor next to his massive boots. He glanced down at her but said nothing, continuing his work as she settled, leaning her shoulder against the leg of his chair. She didn’t touch him, but the proximity was enough to make them all see the change in her.

The next day, 438 returned to the hall from her daily testing later than she usually did. The door hissed open with a quiet sound, and she stepped inside drenched with sweat. The sound of her entering caught each and every Knight’s attention. Her stark white hair stuck to her face in places, her cheeks were red and tear-streaked, and her breathing was uneven in that oh-so-familiar panicked way. Cardo was the first to approach, setting his tools down quickly against his workbench. “What happened, bunny?” he questioned, not touching, but looking her over for any visible injuries. The girl didn’t answer right away, her big dark eyes fixating on her feet as she shook her head.

Kylo had decided to push her further that day. After weeks of watching her raw power tear through targets with brutal efficiency, he wanted to test whether or not she could control it.

Force meditation.

“Sit, bunny,” he had instructed her, guiding her to sit in the center of the black mat that was resting against the floor. She knelt, her hands resting delicately against her thighs, her ears perked with anticipation. “Take a deep breath. Clear your mind,” he explained quietly, watching as the girl followed his instruction with the utmost carefulness. Slowly, her mind went quiet, the kind of quiet that made her palms sweat with nervousness. Her mind became a void, vast and empty. Around her, objects floated frozen in the air. The silence, the lack of a clear command as to what came next, she didn’t like it one bit. It felt wrong, almost suffocating when she was so used to having something to focus on. She began to break; her breathing hitched, then it quickened. A soft, distressed whimper escaped her as tears welled and spilled down her cheeks. Around her, the objects began to move, frantic, uncontrolled jerks, moving in all different directions like her mind couldn’t decide what it wanted them to do.

Kylo’s gaze sharpened. He moved closer to her without hesitation, kneeling in front of her. “Stop, 438.” He tried, but his words didn’t reach her. A sob escaped her chest, a guttural, pained noise, a sound that Kylo hated. His hands found her shoulders and he grabbed her, pulling her toward himself, breaking her out of the trance that seemed to have her mind fully consumed. “Open your eyes, 438. You have succeeded. You are done,” he murmured, his voice low. The girl finally opened her eyes, the objects all around them dropping to the floor like rain. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, hands shaking, heart racing inside of her chest. “Do not be sorry, 438. You have done well. You are a success.”

Back in the Knights’ hall, Cardo hesitantly moved closer to her. By this point, she usually backed away from him and retreated to her corner to avoid contact, but this time, she didn’t move. He rested his massive hand against her upper arm. “Shit. You’re burning up. What happened?” She shook her head once again, pushing at his wrist, a halfhearted, weak movement that did nothing to get him away from her. She swayed slightly, doing her best to keep herself on her feet. They had never seen her like this before; it was disturbing to see such a powerful being in such a state of distress. “I-I’m a success.” The men exchanged looks, their expressions laced with concern.

“That’s it, bunny. You’re getting in the shower. We have to bring this fever down.” With that, Cardo grabbed her, hooking an arm around her torso and hauling her toward the refresher, his brothers in tow. “No, no. I feel fine. Put me down now, please.” Her voice trembled as she tried her best to slip her way from his grasp, her eyes darting anxiously around the room, her ears pinning to her head as her panicked breathing picked back up. “Easy. No one’s going to hurt you.” Cardo adjusted his grip, making sure that she couldn’t get away from him, knowing if she got to the floor, she would be gone before any of them had the chance to grab her.

“We’ll give you a reward if you let us help you. Whatever you want, bunny. Just let us make it better.” Ushar spoke softly, knowing she responded best to the reward system. 438 hesitated. She glanced up at Cardo, then at the others, her ears flicking uncertainly. After a long, tense pause, she gave a reluctant nod. Cardo set her down against the black tile, Kuruk and Ap’lek standing in the doorframe, blocking her way out just in case. Slowly, the large man reached for the hem of her white lab tunic. “Just this for now, okay? We’ll go slow.”

He carefully pulled the fabric up and over her head, and the moment it was gone, the hall went quiet.

She stood there before them, bare and exposed. Her body was all feminine curves and soft skin, undeniably attractive in a way that was clearly engineered for more than just destruction. The one thing that truly captured their attention, the detail that none of them could ignore, was the striking white stripe of soft fur that ran the length of her spine, right down to her tail at its base that twitched nervously under their stares. Kuruk’s voice broke the silence of the room first, low and with a tinge of surprise.

“Check out the lightning bolt down her back.” Cardo huffed an amused sound. “Cute.” 438’s face reddened with embarrassment, her ears flattening once again as she backed up, her shoulders meeting the wall behind her, arms moving to cover herself. “Don’t look at it,” she muttered, her voice sounding almost ashamed. “Stop looking at me.”

It was clear to the men their reaction had upset her, but they hadn’t meant to.

“Don’t be sad, bunny. We like it.” Vicrul chimed in, his hands already moving to turn on the water of the shower, steam gathering against the glass. She still looked uncertain, cheeks flushed, but the gentle reassurance seemed to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. They guided her inside, where she stood under the spray, stiff and confused. She had never had an actual shower before. Back in the lab, she had been put daily into the decontamination chamber. This is how they had kept her clean. She never went outside or encountered anything but her cell, so keeping her clean had been easy. Warm water cascaded over her face and down her body, the feeling unfamiliar and overwhelming in a way she didn’t know how to describe.

“I do not like this,” she announced, squeezing her eyes shut in frustration. The Knights exchanged amused glances. “It feels wrong. I’m wet.” They watched as every droplet seemed to make her flinch, clear discomfort written all over her face. “Easy, bunny,” Cardo said gently, keeping his voice low. “You don’t have to do anything. Just be still.”

She turned her head and watched as Trudgen rolled up his sleeves, exposing the muscle of his arms beneath. His movements were deliberate and unhurried. “We’ll be gentle. Promise.”

With that, they began. They took turns helping her wash. Cardo started with her hair, his big, rough hands working soap through the white strands with unexpected carefulness, making sure to be especially careful around the base of her ears. 438 remained tense the whole time, her shoulders hunched, but she didn’t move away. Ushar took over next, his touch gliding along her skin. He traced his way down her spine, the white stripe of fur velvety under his fingertips. “You can say if it’s too much, bunny. We only want to help you,” he spoke, his hand lingering just above her tail.

438 braced herself against the wall, shivering hard as another wave of heat ran through her. The girl shook her head. “I don’t feel good. I want to be done,” she whined quietly. “Breathe, bunny. In and out. This is helping. If we don’t break the fever, you’ll feel even worse.” Ap’lek encouraged, still stationed in the doorway. Kuruk stepped forward next, washing her arms and sides. He kept his hands controlled, never letting them wander anywhere she wasn’t ready for, though his eyes kept going back to the tail that flicked every time she shivered. Vicrul swapped in, washing her legs with clinical precision.

She stayed still and quiet, her body rigid. Every movement of their hands on her skin made her tense all over again, but she allowed it, the lingering promise of reward keeping her from bolting like she so desperately wanted to. When they finally turned the water off, she was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. Kuruk wrapped her in a large, warm towel, drying every inch of her skin with a gentleness that his brothers didn’t think him capable of. Cardo retrieved the clothing Kylo had rewarded her with during her first testing session and brought it back. They helped her dress, the dark fabric settling against her freshly scrubbed skin.

438 ran her hands over the new clothes, ears slowly relaxing. She no longer looked like the experiment they had taken from the lab. She looked like she belonged in the First Order. She glanced down at herself again, then up at them. The embarrassment from earlier had faded into something quieter, acceptance. “Black,” she observed. “Like you.” Cardo nodded, using his hands to check her temperature again, satisfied to see that it had gone down, not yet to her normal body temperature, but closer.

“You belong here now, 438. Just like us.” She sighed, exhausted and still feeling unwell from her testing. The shower had helped, but the day had drained her completely. Without another word, she turned and shuffled past the men and out of the refresher. She made a direct path to her corner, the new black clothing hanging loose on her smaller frame. She curled herself up against the wall where her small pile of treasures still sat waiting for her.

“I don’t want the reward anymore,” she mumbled. “Too tired.” Her eyes were half-lidded, ears drooping heavily. The Knights watched her in silence for a moment. She looked delicate sitting there that way. Freshly washed, clothed in their colors. Trudgen stood without a word, grabbing a blanket from off his bed and carrying it over to her. He draped the soft fabric over her, tucking it gently around her body. She nuzzled herself deeper into it, too tired to protest. “Smells like you,” she mumbled, her tone sounding almost fond, but that could have just been the fever. Trudgen turned to the others, an idea circulating through his mind, an easy way to bond with her.

“She likes our scent.” The room fell quiet. Cardo glanced over at the sleeping girl. 438 had pulled the blanket higher beneath her chin, her fingers curled tightly into the fabric. “Of course she does,” Ap’lek said after a moment. “She’s been around almost no one but us since we took her from the lab.” Their eyes shifted back to her. The way she searched their pockets when they returned, the way she sat beside Kuruk’s chair, the way she lingered near them while they worked. And the way she had immediately buried herself deeper into the blanket, not because it was warm, but because it smelled familiar. Silence settled over them.

None of them missed the way she clung to the blanket in her sleep; it was as if she expected it to disappear. Cardo pushed away from his workbench first. Without a word, he crossed the room and draped his own blanket around her as well. The others followed, one by one adding their scent to the pile until they had made a makeshift nest around her sleeping form. With that, they simply returned to what they were doing before. A few minutes later, there was a soft rustle from across the room. A soft sound escaped her chest, a sound of contentment. For a long moment, they simply watched her sleep.

And none of them noticed when Kuruk quietly dimmed the lights above her corner.

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Experiment 438

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Experiment 438

Chapter 6

As the knights made their way into the throne room, the look on Kylo’s face caught all of their attention. The man, who is usually so unreadable, sat with his elbows against his knees. His brows knit together, and a look almost like concern was painted across his dark features. His eyes were fixated upon the heap of scrap metal that now sat in the middle of his throne room, studying it like if he took his eyes off it for even a moment, it might disappear as if it was never real at all. “The girl,” he pondered, wiping a hand down his face as he leaned back against the throne. “She… is much more powerful than I imagined.”

The others didn’t know how to respond. She had left the knights in awe just as much as she had Kylo. They had never seen someone untrained produce such raw power. “She can do this,” Kuruk spoke, tapping the toe of his boot against the ruined table, his gaze studying it like maybe they had missed something. “Yet, she is afraid of us.” The logic just didn’t make sense. She had the kind of power that could kill, that could level entire cities, and yet she still cowered in the corner away from them like some fragile thing. “She doesn’t seem to have any interest in using the power. Not that we have observed. She only performed for the reward, and then back to her corner she went,” Ushar pointed out, trying to bring perspective back to his fellow knights.

Kylo’s eyes snapped in his direction. “And that is precisely the issue. She performs for reward. So what happens when the enemy is the one offering?” There was a long pause of silence before Ap’lek stepped forward. “Then why not teach her who the real enemy is?” The knights exchanged glances at his words, heads cocked as they waited for more of an explanation. “She can be trained; we have all seen it. And if she can be trained, then she can be made loyal. Not just obedient, but loyal to the First Order. To us.”

“You speak as if loyalty is simple. She is a weapon created to be used against us.” Kylo let out a sound that could have almost resembled laughter, but the darkness in his eyes made it obvious that he wasn’t amused. “Loyalty isn’t simple. But she does as she is told; she listens. She doesn’t lie, she doesn’t manipulate. I don’t even think she knows how. The scientists made her obedient, yes. But the one thing they forgot to teach her is who she belongs to.” A silence settled over the room as they contemplated. Cardo’s gaze moved to the door, the same one she had run to after receiving her reward, seeming eager to go back to the knights hall. “She does seem to be warming up to us,” he spoke.

“Only because we feed her,” Trudgen chimed in, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Kuruk elbowed him hard, earning a grunt of discomfort from his brother. “It is because we have shown her no reason to fear us. We answer her questions, we do not punish her, we keep our word—all things that the scientists never provided. She was never a person to them. She was an experiment and nothing more.” Kylo’s jaw tightened as his thoughts raced. “You are proposing an attachment?” The man’s eyes shifted between them. “No. I am proposing loyalty. To the First Order. To you.” Kylo’s jaw tightened as he looked down at the heap of durasteel in front of him once again.

However it happened, however impossible the feat, the scientists had succeeded. They had created exactly what they set out to achieve: a weapon, a deadly force. But they had made one mistake, a grave one. And now the knights could use that to their advantage. Kylo stood. “Then it looks to me like you have a new mission.” Slowly he stepped closer to the destruction left behind by 438, his hand reaching down to run along the edge of the cold surface. “Bond with her. Earn her trust and make certain her loyalty lies with the First Order, with you, and no one else.” He stopped, his attention turning back to his knights. “Because if you fail, we will have a problem.” A heavy quiet fell over the room. “If she ever becomes a threat to the First Order, then she will be treated like any other weapon that can no longer be controlled.”

They all knew exactly what that meant.

Kylo gave a half nod and pulled his gloves off, discarding them with a final look. “You are dismissed. Do not disappoint me.” With that, they left the throne room in silence. For once there was no banter between brothers, no comments exchanged as the sound of their heavy boots made their way through the corridors of the base. Kylo’s words lingered in all of their minds, heavy and impossible to forget: Bond with her, earn her loyalty, or put her down. The thought of it brought a bitter taste to their mouths. They remained quiet all the way back to the hall.

The door slid open with a hiss, and in they walked. They barely had time to step through the entryway before 438 was in their view. She wasn’t in the corner like she had been when they left; she was near Cardo’s word bench, her hands wrist-deep in a bucket filled with discarded weapons parts. As soon as she spotted them, she yanked away from it, straightening her spine. “Hi.” Her greeting was so immediate, like she was trying to distract from the fact that she had just been touching their things. Before any of them got the chance to reply, she was moving, and surprisingly, it wasn’t to move away. Usually when they entered, she fled back to the corner, but not this time.

She approached them with quick steps, walking directly up to Cardo. There was a moment of hesitation, but after a moment she reached out and caught his wrist in her grasp. Cardo froze in place, his body tensing at the feeling of her touch. It was unfamiliar to him, but not unpleasant. The others all fixated on what was happening, watching closely as 438 pried his fingers apart one by one and peered into his empty palm. Her nose wrinkled. Nothing. Her brows knit together in dissatisfaction, and she reached for his other hand, doing the same to it. Again, nothing.

“No reward?” she questioned, seeming genuinely confused as to why the knight had returned empty-handed. “Did you fail your testing?” Her ears drooped in worry. She remembered what used to happen to her when she would fail her testing, a memory that she wished she could erase. “We weren’t being tested, 438,” Ushar assured her, pushing past his brothers to make his way inside. Her eyes followed him curiously. “Then why did you leave?” There was a long moment where no one answered, mostly because they didn’t know what to say. They didn’t want to confuse her. The silence stretched long enough that something shifted in her expression.

Slowly she took a small step in Cardo’s direction, the closest she had ever willingly gotten to him, releasing his wrist that she had forgotten she was holding. An unfamiliar look crossed her face. “You can try again tomorrow,” she spoke reassuringly, a smile cracking across her usually serious face. This was the moment the men noticed her front two teeth were just slightly bigger than the others, a feature that was almost hurtfully charming. She nodded once like she was confirming her own words. “And don’t worry. The pain only lasts a while. Then it goes away.”

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