Ren searched for a planet he could claim without having to tell too many lies or avoid too many questions. Westeros and Winterfell were unfamiliar names, but there were many cities, moons and planets in the galaxy, and several had already claimed not to even know travel between planets was possible. Any name would have theoretically done, but-
"Birren," He responded with an unpleasant taste in his mouth. It was good enough. It would suffice. "The Inner Rim." His voice was raised as well, smooth and heavy with his words. Jon was not the only one wishing he had a weapon. Ren had relinquished his makeshift one at the urging of a stranger and he still regretted it. But the man had been right to caution riling a group of world-torn and unarmed strangers.
"This place is neither." It was a guess, but he claimed it as fact all the same. No one knew where they were. Even with his connection to the force hampered, with so many people feeling the same emotions he could sense the general emotional state of their unwilling comrades. Confusion, frustration, anger. Any other time and he might have enjoyed the feel of those emotions coursing through him. Now he was conflicted. Trapped.
"My name is Kylo Ren." He had told enough people so far, none had recognized the name or shown any indication of emotional response to it. "Master of the Knights of Ren." If anything, perhaps he could find some level of respect from these people and use it to his advantage in getting them to work with him in whatever corner of galactic trash system this planet or moon was located.
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"Birren," He responded with an unpleasant taste in his mouth. It was good enough. It would suffice. "The Inner Rim." His voice was raised as well, smooth and heavy with his words. Jon was not the only one wishing he had a weapon. Ren had relinquished his makeshift one at the urging of a stranger and he still regretted it. But the man had been right to caution riling a group of world-torn and unarmed strangers.
"This place is neither." It was a guess, but he claimed it as fact all the same. No one knew where they were. Even with his connection to the force hampered, with so many people feeling the same emotions he could sense the general emotional state of their unwilling comrades. Confusion, frustration, anger. Any other time and he might have enjoyed the feel of those emotions coursing through him. Now he was conflicted. Trapped.
"My name is Kylo Ren." He had told enough people so far, none had recognized the name or shown any indication of emotional response to it. "Master of the Knights of Ren." If anything, perhaps he could find some level of respect from these people and use it to his advantage in getting them to work with him in whatever corner of galactic trash system this planet or moon was located.