Taking Command Book 2 (Kylux)

Chapter 31: Rescue Mission

Hux PoV

"Where is he?!" I snapped at the terrified medic who might have let Kylo go off to his possible death. "Where'd he go!"

"He said he needed to go do something, General! I didn't want to defy him..." The medic was terrified, cowering before my anger. On the other hand, I could not blame him for his actions. Kylo was infamous for his temperamental breakdowns, and no one in their right mind would want to make him angry by defying his wishes.

"Where... Did.... He.... Go." I asked through gritted teeth.

"He went out and took a speeder."
A trooper walked in on us, checking a data pad. "I just got word of it from the hangar. The good news is that it's tagged. However, the bad news is that it is no longer functional. The diagnostics we are getting are saying it blew up."

I strode across the room and ripped the data pad out of the trooper's hands. I read through the information. The speeder had been tagged with micro bots. These tiny robots sent back a constant stream of information to the base, anything from the amount of fuel in the power cells to whether or not the speeder was functional.

In this case, however, the information was saying that the speeder had exploded. I looked at the coordinates and stormed out of the room. I had to find him before the storm did. He was a not long ways away, but he was still recovering and possibly injured.

I took a small shuttle out of the hangar and headed towards the coordinates only a few miles away.

When I got within thirty yards, I landed. I was worried. The storm was getting worse, and despite my efforts to bundle up, the wind tore through the clothes and chilled me to the bone. I could barely see.

"Kylo!" I yelled into the swirling snow and howling wind. I started walking, following the coordinates. I saw bits of the speeder on the ground. I had to be close. I kept on going. There were no footprints to follow, and there were no signs of Kylo. I kept on calling out for him. He had to answer.

I did not know how far I had walked when I found him huddled next to a fairly damaged Millennium Falcon. He was unconscious and barely breathing. His lightsaber laid beside him and he already had sustained frostbite. He was shaking in my arms.

"Kylo, don't you dare die on me." I said aloud, fear clutching at me. "I love you too much. Don't go. Not now."

"Stop." Kylo said. His dark eyes blinked open. They were full of an unimaginable pain. "I'm so sorry, Hux. I've led you on. I've let you think that I would always be with you. But you can't follow me now. I can't live anymore. I can't live with myself. The darkness is too much!"

He was rambling, and it seemed as if something had happened to him out in this frozen wasteland. Ignoring it for the time, I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the speeder. I climbed on and put him in front of me and gunned the engines. We needed to get back now. This rescue mission was taking a dark turn.

"Don't do this to me, Kylo.  Don't turn against me now that we've done it. We've won, and now we can rule. This isn't the time for regrets." I murmured to him as I steered. But there were already fears and doubts forming. I prayed I would never have to face him as an enemy. It was my worst nightmare, and it terrified me to think that it might come true.