Captive

A female no older than 35 laid on a metal bench of a holding cell. She closed her eyes trying to get some sort of rest, but with the events of the last two days that would be near impossible. Her body and mind are still on high alert.  She replayed the stuiped mistake that landed her in this holding cell in her mind over and over again. She was the First Order’s best special ops trooper & one of the top fighters.  And yet she was laying in a Resistance holding cell after they just attempted to integrate her for information. She should have sniffed out something was wrong when she got the mission, everything was too perfect. 

The female was quickly snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of whispering. Her eyes shoot open, whoever was whispering released this and diced to speak up. 

“Hey wake up, we know that you can hear us.” A squeaky male voice said. 

“Yeah, we want to know if what we've been told is true!” Another voice said. The female was starting to get annoyed by the folks trying to get her attention.  

“Shhh! You need to be quiet, you know what the adults will do when they find out we are here.” A young female voice said softly. 

Having had enough of these kids the older female pulled herself off the bench and walked over to the bars of the holding cell.  She towered over the kids that were at the cell door, the oldest kid couldn't have been more than fourteen. There was a small gasp from the group when they saw her face.  Scares covering her left eye that left it a milky white and giant gash across her face left her kind of difficult to look at. Her blonde hair was messy and unkempt looking even though it was relatively short.  But the main thing that took the kids back was her outfit. It was a pure black stormtrooper armor with the First Order insignia on it along with a symbol they didn't recognize.  

“Now since you have my attention, what do you want?” The woman voice was stern. 

“Well we wanted to see if what we were told was true.” the leader of the kids said.

“It is now if you would let me be now. I would like to try and rest.” She turned and headed back to the bench.

“What was it like?” the youngest of the group said. The woman stopped in her tracks and turned to face the group.  “I mean what was it like to kill all those innocent people on that outpost.”

“Do you really want to know?” 

“Yes” they all said in unison. 

“Well…” She really didn't have the answer for the young kid. “I never thought about it. To me I am just doing my job.” 

The kids looked at each other. They all seem to expect some sort of bone chilling answer.  

“But from the stories we are told you enjoy killing well that's what the adults say.” The woman raised an eyebrow to the oldest kid's statement.

“Really that's what they say,” She was honestly curious about what sort of stories these kids have been told about her.  “So what else have they told you?” 

A Couple of the kids in the group spoke up.

“You got your title Sol Survivor after you killed a whole space port after your troops were killed.” one said. 

“I am impressed they told at least one ture fact about me.” Sol said with a simile. The kids now realizing who she was started to list stuff at her rapid fire.

“You are able to crush someone's skull with your bare hands”

“You can see dead people.” She only looked at the kid to seem to ask him if he really believed that. 

“You were a jedi.” Sol wanted to double over in laughter when the kid said that.  

“You have recruited some resistance members to work as spys.” one of the kids said.

“You enjoy eating kids” The woman's face scrunched up as she looked in disbelief at the child who just spoke.

“You have picked up an x-wing with your bare hands.” Sol tried to even think of how someone could even do that.

“You killed your troops when they didn't listen to you.” 

“You are Kylo Ren's right hand man.” another said. Sol shook her head, as much as she wanted to be his right hand man. She knew she would never be that, he was just a little too full of himself to have someone as his right hand.  As weird as it sounds there was a part of her that missed the arguments they would have. 

Sol was quickly torne from her thoughts by the voice of an older man.

“Your name isn't acutely Sol but Kiran H. Sol has been used as your name within the first order due to no one knowing where you came from. But many say you are just some stray the Hux family took in.” Sol’s head shot up and made decit eye contact with the older male. 

“Now how in the galaxy do you know that? ” Sol is mad that her real name was spoken by stare daggers at older male. She knew exactly who he was ,Poe, one of the best pilots in the Resistance along with Leia’s right hand man. 

“Well when you hear stories about the Sol Survivor and her infamous actions. It leads you to do some digging.” 

“Well should have assumed nothing less from an ex spice runner. You spice runners always seem to know more than you should.” Kiran said, voice laced with venom. The kids all looked at Poe in shock at Kiran's words.  Poe was shocked Kiran knew that information on him

“Don't give me that shocked look. I worked in Special Ops. I know a lot more about Resistance folks than would like me to know.”

“Poe, what is going on here?” A voice said from down the hall.  The kids hearing this voice ran like their life was dependent on it.  “I had instructed folks not to come down here, and you seem to have brought kids with you. This is so out of character for you.”

Kiran watched as Poe stumbled over his words and tried to explain that he just came down here to get the kids. This went on for about a solid minute.  

“Now if you two are done arguing I would like to get some rest now.” Kiran said as she headed back to the bench. 

“Admiral.” Kiran headshot over Poe’s commanding officer, General Organa. 

“Yes, General.” Kiran said in a mocking tone.  Ask she walked back over to the bars of her cell

“I want to talk with you to see what information you can provide us about the First Order.” 

“With all disrespect General, fuck you.” Kiran hissed as she threw herself at the bars of her cell. Glaring down at older women, Leia was unfazed by Krian's action. Which pissed her off some, while Poe jumped back some.

“You can act all big and tough all you want, Kiran.  But you and I know all of your actions are just for show so people don't see how scared you are.”  Kiran huffed, and backed down some. 

“Fine, what do you want?” 

“Information!” Poe yelled. Kiran just scoffed at the male.

“Like I told the ones who threw me in here. The only way you are getting information out of me is when I am dead.” Kiran was taunting them knowing full well they would never hurt her; she was too valuable. 

Knowing they were getting no wear they left her to sit there with her thoughts.