You know me so well, Tori. Also, curse you b/c this is way longer than three sentences.
“I hereby commander this ship and it’s cargo for myself. Surrender, or burn with the wreckage,” the woman – the pirate – said. Half his crew lay dead before her, their blood soaking into the deck at her feet. He’d heard stories of this woman; Rey, the pirate queen of Jakku.
“It is you,” Kylo murmured, his fingers twitching for the saber at his belt before he could stop himself.
She glared at his hand, her eyes alight with the a fire that could scorch the earth given half the chance. “Try it, knave,” she spat.
Against his better judgement, Kylo drew his weapon. If she wanted his surrender or his life, she’d have to take it herself.
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