He halts dead in his pace, composure wavering for the briefest of seconds as a burnished gaze fixes on the silhouette before him. Gloved digits move to rest on the hilt of his saber as he surveys the mechanical visage before him, a visage he had come to idolize so thoroughly – a visage that has been long since DEAD.
This must be a jest of some sort. That’s the only reasonable explanation he can conclude.
“ You are aboard the Finalizer. ” Leather clad fingers tighten around his weapon, though still refrain from unhinging it quite yet. “ What is your purpose here, impostor? ”
As quick as the Knight had been on the floor, he was even quicker in reclaiming his composure and scrambling back to his feet. His gaze had locked quite briefly with his sparring partner in those moments, riddled with his chagrin toward a situation that humiliated him more than he’d ever let on. How often did their positions wind up precisely as they did now?
Hans chose not to dwell on it.
Pointedly and decidedly indignant, he smoothed wrinkles from his dark cloak and regarded Kylo with an all but concealed sneer. “Perhaps I simply prefer being close and personal with my foes. What sort of thrill is it to blast them to pieces from such a distance?” A brow began to rise in mirror of the other’s expression.
He notes the urgency of his warrior’s movements, the haste in which he gets back to his feet with. Yes, good. Never grant your foe the upper hand, always get back up. Emerald beacons clash with his own for but a moment, and then Hans’ attention falls to his robes, and he diverts his focus from his ENEMY to groom his appearance.
STRIKE ONE.
“ Oh? And do you obtain the same aforementioned thrill from being vanquished so easily? ” He’s testing him now, rubbing salt in the wound with gasoline fingers to ignite that spark of lowset anger that he feels within his Knight; fans it higher, hotter. Feel it, Hans. Use it.
There is no pretense of warning as Kylo lunges forwards again, swings his saber with the brute of his strength. It’s plasmatic hum reverberates through the room as it clashes with the end of his student’s stun baton.
They had approached her when she had returned from a job. She had been covered in dirt and grime, blood crusting into her blonde hair. Apparently, they had been watching her for some time (something she found incredibly unsettling) and wanted her to work for them.
The First Order wasn’t the first organization that had approached Myra, nor did she believe it would be the last. She had a specialized set of skills that many would wish to have themselves, and paid immense amounts of credits to borrow. But those were temporary jobs. The one the First Order offered was more of a permanent one.
At least she’d have a place to rest.
But the moment she saw the white armored soldiers she was supposedly going to join, she immediately regretted her decision. She didn’t want to fade into the groups. She didn’t want to become another number to these people. She was Myra Nicos, an individual, not just another body.
So, instead of taking her anger out on the men who had approached her, she channeled it in the training room. Her blonde hair hung loose in her face, and her skin glistened with sweat as she sparred with Trooper after Trooper.
It comes to him in waves; at first, but a mere, fleeting warmth, like ultraviolet rays against sunkissed skin, albeit it quickly evolves into something far more violent; a primal scald that burns like a hearth, dangerous in its intent. He is drawn to her – this new Stormtrooper, FN4963, was it? – no, not her; her anger, which proved to be quite a formidable thing in itself. He could feel it, hot and incessant in a phantom chest as if it were his own.
Heavy footfalls carry him through the monochrome corridors; an artificial gaze remains set on the expanse before him, he doesn’t even spare a glance to the Troopers that pass him by. They are his subordinates, after all. Yet, ironically, here he is, on his way to inquire about one of his said subordinates.
He reaches the training chambers within minutes, halts a few paces in from the threshold once the pneumatic door seals behind him. He observes with a quiet dominance as she spars with the other Troopers, and bests a vast majority of them. He’s genuinely impressed by her performance, but he’ll never admit that.
Kylo is still for a few moments more before he advances, confident in his stride across the padded flat beneath him. His attention is fixed on her, and he dismisses their company with but a wave of a leather clad hand. A pause, and then he speaks, voice warped by the integrated vocabulator built into his mask.
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And I like pointing out that he’s a REALLY reckless fighter. Maybe it was just this moment because he was falling all to pieces, but I think it’s more than likely a common thing with him considering his tantrums. It’s ridiculous to turn your back on an opponent in a sword fight, yet even wounded he’s doing it here. And on a side note even wounded he decides to use a double hand strike with the momentum of the spin for extra power. In other words, that move is going to HURT. He’s already been gut shot and is visibly bleeding everywhere and he decides to use moves that are really going to linger.
I’m going to back up this already excellent post with some lore for anyone who might be interested.
Yes, lightsaber blades are weightless, but resistant to changes in motion, so the 90-degree angle of Ren’s two beams actively make them work against each other, as opposed to the only other known crossguard user Roblio Darte, whose secondary blade emitter was 45 degrees from the first, enabling him to wield it perfectly.
Double-handed strikes are the most common movement among lightsaber users because of the inertia needed to counteract the blade’s initial repelling force. Ren uses a two-handed slash despite being heavily wounded because that will make the blade cut faster and easier than a one-handed grip. That’s why Jar’Kai users (dual-wielders) have to rely on speed and agility to compensate for the lack of power in their strikes.
The combat form that Ren is using here could be Ataru, which is noted for its acrobatic twirls, but it could also be Djem So, due to the switch in grips while spinning and the finishing uppercut slash (theoretically, this move conceals your strikes and does not leave you open to attack, even though your back is turned for a moment). I favor the Djem So headcanon, because this was Anakin Skywalker’s preferred form (and we all know how much Ren idolizes his grandpa).
Alternatively, this scene (and the whole fight in general) could also reinforce my personal headcanon that Ren is a Niman user. He uses Niman stance on Takodana, and it is entirely feasible that he could be adopting it in this scene too, as Niman is a combination of the other forms, and it is also perceived by a lot of lightsaber users to be very undisciplined, since it relies heavily on improvisation. Count Dooku once criticized a Niman adherent for his sloppy form and nonexistent footwork. I believe this ties in very well with how reckless Ren is in combat.
These lightsaber fights were EXTREMELY well choreographed, and well shot. A few other things I geeked out about:
* Lightsabers aren’t actually frozen beams of light–they’re LOOPS of plasma, that come out of the handle, turn around, and flow back into the handle. They resist motion because they’re actually already IN motion. It’s less like hitting someone with a sword, and more like hitting them with a chainsaw. This explains a lot of things that happen in the duels–any time a lightsaber hits the ground or an obstacle, it skips and kicks away from the absorbed momentum.
* Because lightsabers bend in a loop, they actually have an “edge” and a “flat,” even though it’s not clearly visible–your cutting technique actually matters, A clean cut will pass right through a human body, but a sloppy cut (like the wild swings that Kylo, Finn and Rey are throwing around) is going to contact human flesh and then actually kick away. This is why when Kylo cuts Finn’s back, he leaves a long gouge rather than just cleaving him in half–it’s a sloppy cut, and he has poor control.
* This also explains why the shape of the side emitters on Kylo Ren’s lightsaber aren’t a problem–when two lightsabers connect, they lock together and stick (imagine two chainsaws locked together!). This is why Ren doesn’t have to worry about another blade sliding down his and severing the plasma vent on the side. You can see this in the way Ren manipulates Rey’s sword when they’re in the bind in the end of their duel–he knows that if he’s physically stronger he can actually yank Rey’s saber around in her hand.
* You can tell here that while all of the combatants have at least some close quarters combat training, none of them REALLY know how to use a lightsaber. You can see this especially in when Rey first attacks Kylo Ren–note that she keeps trying to stab him. It’s very rare that we see other lightsaber users attempt a stab in the heat of combat–nearly every other blow attempted is a wide, sweeping slice. Stabbing strokes like that are *quarterstaff* techniques–designed to take advantage of the extra range that comes from having an extra 2 feet of stick to put between you and your opponent. It’s obvious when she attempts these attacks that she overbalances herself (because the lightsaber is shorter than the quarterstaff she’s used to) and that Ren has never been attacked by a lightsaber this way before.
* Also, look at how janky Ren’s lightsaber blade is! The thing is so obviously a Pinto compared to the Ferrari that is Anakin’s old lightsaber, and it’s all beautifully rendered without a word just in the design of the prop and the effects.
I loved pretty much everything about these movies, but the lightsaber choreography may be my favorite part.
you mean lightsabers have been LIGHT CHAINSAWS THIS WHOLE TIME AND NO ONE TOLD ME
I just remembered that Rey’s vision was triggered by Finn leaving her.
That was probably the first time she’d felt abandoned in forever. That scene was so important. The way he said ‘Come with me’ and she said ‘Don’t go’ was so important. And because of this scene, their reunion is all that more important. He tells her ‘we came back for you’ (and, as Chewy points out, it was Finn’s idea) and she’s never heard that before, and those are the words she’s been waiting for her whole life, and holy shit, someone finally came back for her.
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DATA FILES.
B A S I C S ;
FULL NAME: Ben Solo Kylo Ren. NICKNAMES: Ren, Ky. GENDER: Masculine | His/he/him. AGE: 29 Years Old. BIRTHDAY: November 15th. ( Scorpio. ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi-Romantic / Demi-Sexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. RELIGION: Dark side of the Force. OCCUPATION: Master of The Knights of Ren. SPECIES: Human / Force-Sensitive.
B A C K G R O U N D ;
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chandrila. HOMETOWN: Chandrila. CURRENCY: Imperial Credit. EDUCATION: Former Jedi - Apprentice to Luke Skywalker. Currently Supreme Leader Snoke’s Apprentice - Training is not yet complete.
P H Y S I C A L ;
FACECLAIM: - Current: Adam Driver. - Adolescent: Ezra Miller. - Child: Finn Wolfhard
VOICECLAIM: - Adam Driver. EYE COLOR: Doe brown. HAIR COLOR: Glossy black. HEIGHT: 6'3" ( 6 feet, 3 inches tall. ) WEIGHT:194 lbs on Earth. COLOR PALETTE: - Black / Red. - Dark greys. - Accents of silver or gold. POWERS: Like his kin, Kylo possesses a strong connection to the Force. His abilities include but are not limited to; telekinesis, telekinetic immobilization ( the power to stop beings in their tracks and hold them in place ), Force push, telepathic torture, mind probing, and the ability to sense disturbances in the Force.
WEAPON: Kylo wields a dangerously uncut lightsaber that he constructed himself based on an ancient design dating back to the Great Scourge of Malachor. His saber relies on a cracked kyber crystal that can barely contain the raw power of his weapon, which is responsible for the lateral plasma vents that produce it’s signature cross guard quillons. The fractured crystal is also responsible for the unstable, serrated appearance of his weapon’s red plasma blades. As previously mentioned, Ren’s weapon is raw and unfinished, giving it the potential to malfunction at anytime.
HOBBIES: - Frequently training with his saber and various other forms of combat. - Kylo enjoys reading about various subjects on his datapad / holorecords. - Playing the keybed / piano. It allows him an outlet ( other than the nearest wall ) to channel his frustration into and create something beautiful amidst his destructive mind. - Like his grandfather, Kylo has always been a skilled mechanic, and enjoys fixing machinery when it breaks. - Piloting TIE Fighters and / or Speeders. - ( Modern Verse ) Playing guitar. - ( Modern Verse ) Generally being a delinquent. HABITS: - Heavy sighing. - Rubbing forehead. - Clenching his jaw. - Bouts of intense rage when things don’t go his way. - Stomping when he walks. - The corner of his mouth twitches instead of actually smiling. - ( Modern Verse ) Smoking.
DIMENSIONS.
main.
pre.
post.
modern.
CONTROL. god damn right you should be scared of me
Timeline ; Set in current movie verse.
❝ I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e
I’m a l i v i n gWEAPON — a t i c k i n gTIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me. ❞
He is chaos in its rawest form. A feral heart beats thunder in the cage of his hollow chest; ebbing, flowing power. It lances from porcelain fingertips, consuming all; the cosmos in their entirety tremble in his presence. Kylo Ren, Master of The Knights of Ren, has brought about the annihilation of suns, the destruction of planets; he seeks to snuff out the remaining light that plagues the galaxy — HIS galaxy — and will tear asunder any who dare to oppose him. He serves under Supreme Leader Snoke’s command, albeit aside from him, bends to no one. He burns with all the vehement intensity of a collapsing star, and leaves naught but ashes and devastation in his wake.
Timeline ; Set 1 year after the Battle of Endor to 14-15 years later.
❝ all M O N S T E R S were once full of l i g h t , but it was stolen from them by D E S P A I R , then the darkness seeped into their v e i n s , like a deadly disease without a cure, and once hope B E T R A Y S you, you can’t help but let the D E V I L inside. ❞
He is a descendant of light, of peace and goodness in their plenitude. Skywalker blood runs strong through his veins, but there is a darkness settled deep in his bones, gnashing at the marrow with lupine teeth, curling around his resolve with ossified, sickly digits. Ben Solo has waged a war with his mind ever since he was born — the voice in his head cannot be silenced, constantly whispering coos threaded with shadow, with hate that has never felt so sweet. He is a focal point of both the Light and the Dark side; the forces of which have been tearing him apart from the very beginning. He can only hope that being taken as Luke Skywalker’s apprentice will chase the darkness from him once and for all; will finally free him of this pain.
Timeline ; Set 4-5 years after the destruction of Starkiller Base.
❝ he doesn’t forget the g h o s t s in his lungs or the S K E L E T O N S in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up S C R E A M I N G . and he never forgets as he F A L L S to his b l o o d y knees finished to the b o n e .
don’t ask him if he f o r g e t s because he NEVER forgets.
he’ll never forget this. ❞
He’s renounced the First Order, seen it crumble. He’s broken free from the hold the darkness had over him — or, Snoke anyway — yet the name Ben still tastes as foreign in his maw as it sounds in his ears, reverberating through his skull. That title isn’t for him anymore — he’s dead, I killed him — and nor is the surname Ren; he betrayed the only two families he had ever come to know. He is now simply Kylo, and he has secluded himself to a life of isolation, lost somewhere among the Outer Rim Territories. Redemption is not in the cards for him — he doesn’t deserve it — how could someone who murdered their own father? And so he survives alone, the only company he keeps is the voice of the Force.
Timeline ; Set in Los Angeles, California. Kylo is eighteen.
❝ they said all t e e n a g e r s scare the L I V I N G S H I T out of me. they could care less as long as someone’ll b l e e d. so D A R K E N your clothes , or strike a v i o l e n t pose. maybe they’ll leave you alone but not M E . ❞
It had been ‘just a phase’ for ten years now. Ben Organa-Solo, son of Princess Leia and her husband, Han Solo, has yet to conform to the duties and apparent mundanity of a royal Prince, a birthright bestowed upon him that he recanted with haste. Furthermore, he’s abandoned his birth name in favor of his stage name, Kylo Ren — did he mention he’s lead guitarist in the hottest new band to hit L.A.? They’re gonna rule the world someday, he just needs to graduate first — which is proving to be a challenge in itself. His parents insist that he quit his part-time job at Hot Topic and put his musical career on hold to focus on his studies. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
KYLO REN & GENERAL ARMITAGE HUX ( exclusive ship with starsundered )
❝ I’d always assumed that love was a dangerous disadvantage.
––you did not know gravity until you knew him. there is not a single star charted that draws you in as he does, nor one that burns with the same intensity. for he is your sun; you are mars caught in his pull, barren and lifeless. acid rain is the only reprieve from your vehement deserts, deserts that have left you with chapped lips and sandpaper fingertips, throat parched, cracking. but everyday, he rises above you, a forgiving tempest; without his light, you would not have a shadow. he was made to shine over your deserts; he is your oasis personified, and you will love him until his iron core burns out.
sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. & for him, you would lose one thousand wars. ❞
