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prompt post one

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Kylo Ren, in his personal hall, sat cross legged on the floor before his grandfathers twisted and charred helmet and ash. His tall body hunched over slightly, hands bouncing here and there down his long and folded legs.

"Kuuuuush! Zooon!" He said, a sound effect of two lightsabers crossing. In his left hand, a figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi, his blue lightsaber slightly bent but still attached. In his right hand a dark figure of Darth Vader, red light saber perfect and strong. He crashed the two blades into each other again, then started to stab the Jedi several times, getting into it. "No, no! You are too powerful for me, Lord Vader! The Student is not the master. Ahhh!" Vader would always win!

The electronic woosh of his door opening behind him made him jump however. The nasty Jedi figure flying across the room, the Vader figure slipping from his hand, tumbling into the ash near his melted helmet. With swift hands Ren grabbed his helmet, shoving it on his head with a hissing click and he stood, glaring daggers behind his mask.

"I asked not to be disturbed!" His voice rumbled darkly from the mask.

"So I was told." Captain Phasma said from the door at a distance. "The General has been trying to hail you for an hour now. He requested I track you down." Her thick accent sounding flat and unamused behind her mask.

Ren glared, wondering if she was judging him behind it. "I will be there in my own time." He said, waving a hand to dismiss her. The woman turned and left with out a word.

Letting out a sight behind his mask, his shoulders slumped, turning to take a seat before his shrine to his Grandfather. He saw the ash covered figure laying there, hands trembling slightly. No... his poor figure.

Picking the little Vader up his voice was a higher pitch, as if speaking for the figure. "The sand!!!" he cried. "I died." And he let the figure tumble from his hand to the floor, dusting his hand off.

Then suddenly, a gripping feel in his chest, he darted back to pick him up, hugging the figure to his chest. "Grandfather..." he said with a sniff, standing to move, to clean up the little figure and put him away. Stepping on the tiny Jedi figure as he moved.

Canon, imo XD

Oh man, I love this a lot.

This is the truest damn thing on the meme.

HILARIOUS!
Poor Kylo Ren is the woooooorst. Oh, man. Thank you for this!

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