#The Supremacy has been renamed... Rey's a bit... soft... ok... xD

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semi-plotted empress rey/smuggler ben solo starter for @magicandsciencemuses

The galaxy had trembled when Star Killer base had lit up for the first time. It had trembled as a young woman made her way to a dark being as the terrible weapon pointed at one system in particular. The galaxy had trembled as Snoke had died, the dark being dying by a double red blade. The galaxy held it’s breath as a new being sat herself on his throne on a live broadcast. Dressed in a dress that showed more skin than it probably should have, and blood dripping down her face and arm, the beautiful yellow eyed woman sank into the throne, surrounded by red. Her smile was strangely kind as she proclaimed herself Empress Rey, destroyer of Snoke, and ruler of the galaxy.

But that was months ago. And since then, things had changed. The First Order had become just the military branch of the young Empress’s new empire. She’d yet to find a planet to call her own, but a huge ship she had named the Dreaming Star had become her home, and she ruled with an iron fist. Though not quite as harshly as her now dead master had. She made drastic changes, and heavily enforced them.

Many of those changes were for the better, though no one was as far seeing as she was. Slavery was wiped out as she turned her ‘wild dog’ Grand Marshal Hux on the Hutts, and was quickly followed by the demand that someone find a way to make trade simpler across the galaxy. Children were no longer taken to be turned into Stormtroopers, but there was no doubt that the men and women who were being conscripted into the ranks were less than pleased, though they were well compensated.

It was just not the Millenium Falcon’s luck when the Star and her fleet came out of hyperspace almost on top of them, obviously just randomly checking on a system. It was also bad luck that the Empress had been onboard, on the bridge. There was not a great deal the Falcon could do against the huge ship, and it was pulled in to the huge dreadnaught. Darkness resided there.

The empress made her way to the hanger, giving orders to detain anyone onboard, and to check all smuggler’s hiding spots. There would be no hiding from the Empress for the Solos and anyone with them. She knew the ship only from stories, but it was recognizable and she wished to see the ship for herself. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked, the stomp of her sith troopers somehow duller than her heels. She moved with perpose as she stepped out of the turbolift, her dress flowing around her. There was no need for a cape as her dress did just fine. On her hips were two sabers, usually seen as a saber staff, but today she felt the symetry felt nice.

She stopped before the ship. Phasma stood beside it, and Rey could feel the woman’s displeasure. She arched an eyebrow at the tall woman. “We found nothing, Your Grace.” Rey sighed, eyeing Phasma a moment. The woman was useful, and she knew that ships like these were nortoriously tricky.

Reaching out with the force she projected her voice into everyone in the hanger, including a bright light that intreagued her, though she would deal with that later. “Solo, come out. I know you are in there, unless you want me to rip apart this ship, bolt by bolt.” Her voice was soft, even sweet, but there was a wild edge of violence and bloodshed that threatened to overwhelm it. She was known for being fair but strict. People did die by her hand if they displeased her, though she seemed to kill less than her predecesors.

What She’s Wearing: The Crown, The Dress, The Boots, Her Guards, Her Hair

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