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Bound by Darkness

Post by Kinta Sarrai on Mon Apr 09, 2018 3:18 pm

Darkness and Light

"I have an important task for you."

The large, blue holo image of Supreme Leader Snoke mentioned, gesturing with a gnarled hand towards the cloaked figure that stood alone on the holo pad. In recognition, the figure moved it's head, tilting it slightly to the left as if to silently say that it was listening. The stark black cloak blanketed the figure, making it difficult to discern if it was male or female. The hood was pulled up, shrouding it's features in complete darkness.

"I need you to keep an eye on Kylo Ren."

The mysterious figure snorted faintly.

"I do not baby sit, Snoke." The voice that spoke from the impenetrable darkness was melodic, soft, smoky and seductive. It echoed with a faint artifical tone, indicating that the figure wore some kind of mask, or voice accentuator. It was destinctively feminine as it addressed the Supreme Leader so casually. Many would have cowered to their knees in fear, but not her. She had been the first and only being capable of ejecting Snoke forcefully from her mind and he found it impossible to rip past her mental walls. The failure of the Knights on Korriban seemed to have only made her stronger, and he found it unsettling. He did not like not knowing what this woman was capable of. The fact that she was there and not seeking him out meant that she had no idea he was behind it all. Perhaps she blamed Ren for her misfortune. It would be entertaining to see how she faired being near the Master of the Knights of Ren once more.

"His training is nearly complete. With the death of Han Solo, he is now that much closer to the Dark Side. I need you to keep your skills close. We will need them in the times ahead, especially if Skywalker returns."

She sighed softly, almost in resignation. "Very well."

The holo image nodded once, watching as she moved gracefully towards the door. "Sarrai, try not to kill him."

She paused for a moment, barely glancing over her shoulder. If only the Surpreme Leader knew the extent of it. "No promises." She replied, the door hissing shut behind her.


The flag ship shared by General Hux and Kylo Ren impressed her. The dagger-shaped Finalizer was nearly twice the size of an Imperial-era Star Destroyer. It's heavy weapons augmented by two Starfighter wings, a hundred assault crafts and a legion of Stormtroopers. Her sleek black fighter seemed small and insignificant in comparison as it docked in one of the empty bays.

"You must be Kinta Sarrai." Came a nasally voice from the front of a small squad of Troopers and other militia. Her gaze drifted up to his face, noting the smug and arrogant expression on his pasty complexion. Bright red hair was slicked back and his First Order military attire impeccable. Almost instantly, she knew this was only one of the men aboard this ship that would test her patience. She was rather surprised that Ren hadn't killed him yet.

"Supreme Leader Snoke mentioned your arrival."

Before she could open her mouth to respond with something witty and sarcastic, tell-tale confident and determined boot steps could be heard approaching, echoing through the ship's massive halls. She knew immediately who they belonged to. She would have known them anywhere, especially with the Force Bond that they shared. Something that seemed to have instantly rekindled the moment she had entered the same system. The masked figure in black robes came into view a second later, moving like a silent storm of barely contained fury. The black robes he wore fanned around his legs as he crossed the distance separating them, stopping only mere inches from touching her. If he thought to intimidate her, it wouldn't work. She did not move except to raise her head slightly to look up into the expressionless eyes of his ever present helmet. He towered over her by a full foot, seemingly dwarfing her. She took a deep breath, breathing in his scent the exact same moment he breathed in to speak.



They had both spoken at the same time, their names blending into one. General Hux watched the exchange, curious. There was a past here, one that hopefully did not come back to haunt any of them.

"She used to be one of the Knights of Ren, long before they grew to what they are now." Kylo mentioned to the General, not turning away from the hooded woman in front of him. Did she still look the same? Would he recognize her?

"Your precious Knights left me for dead on Korriban." She stated casually, watching his gloved hands clench into fists at his sides. Without another word, she stepped around him fluidly. She felt the air move as he did, but no pressure followed. She knew that as much as his temper wanted to reign, Ren wouldn't dare lay a hand on her. Already their Bond was growing, fitting together like two lost pieces of a puzzle.

"Your quarters are this way." General Hux informed her, breaking her focus on the masked man behind her. The General gestured with a gloved hand, indicating that she follow the small group of Stormtroopers that patrolled ahead of them. Silence followed in their wake, but she could feel the burn of Ren's gaze as it bored into her. She was escorted through a labyrinth of monochronmatic hued halls. The gleaming black floors and walls reminding her of a dark, clinical and sterile place. She moved with confident strides, each gesture fluid and graceful. Even in a calm state of mind, there was no doubt that she was still a lethal predator. Though she felt eyes watching her, she knew that they were doing so from the corners of their vision, too afraid to look at her directly. It mattered not for she had come here for a purpose and she was not going to leave until it had been fullfilled.

The moment she had been shown to her quarters and left to her own devices, she immediately removed her cloak, draping it haphazardly over the covers adorning her bed. She used the Force to nudge aside the sparse furniture and took a position of meditation in the very center of the room. Around her, decorative glass spheres slowly circled around her head as she began to exercise her Telekinetic ability. It almost broke her concentration when she felt Ren's presence stalking towards her down the hall. It certainly had not taken him long to come after her. She had hoped it would have taken him a bit longer. It would have given her a few moments to collect herself. With a sigh, she opened her eyes just as the door to her room hissed open. The spheres still circled around her for a moment before lining back up into a straight line on the shelf that held her lightsabers.

"That knock was much appreciated, Ren." She stated sarcastically.

He said nothing, standing stock still as if she had used a Force Stun on him. She knelt, poised so perfectly in the very center of the room. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. Waist length jet black hair pulled back from her angular face in a single pony tail, the natural wild curls cascading past her shoulders. Her full lips were set into a subtle pout that seemed utterly sensual to him. However, it was her eyes that made him hesitate. The once liquid chocolate that he remembered so fondly, had turned black, the darkness completely taking over the whites of those once haunting eyes. The iris was now a piercing mix of red, orange and yellow peering out from that darkness like some kind of a demon.

"What happened on Korriban?" He finally asked, breaking himself out of his trance.

She unfolded herself from the floor and stood with the grace only an Atary or Juyo master could manage. She still wore the form fitting black pants and long sleeved shirt that she used to wear years ago as her casual attire. Her feet were bare, the delicate toes painted black to match the sharp, claw-like nails on her dainty fingers. His eyes shifted, taking note of her boots propped neatly beside the bed.

"Does it matter? It already happened. Nothing can change that."

He moved closer, fingers clenching tightly as he closed the distance between them. "What happened, Kinta?"

She could feel his anger swirling around them and she siphoned it, using it to fuel her own. She spun so that her back faced him and she reached up over her shoulders, pulling her shirt up enough to reveal a series of nasty, deep, criss-crossing scars that covered the entire expanse of her back from her shoulders and down past the waist band of her pants. At one point, they had been undoubtedly deep and painful. Just what exactly had happened to her?

"I found the Holocron, buried deep in the heart of an ancient Sith tomb. However, as I returned to the shuttle, your Knights were waiting for me." She released her hold on her shirt, but it didn't slide back down to cover her. She felt the warm leather of his gloves trace over the rough scars of her flesh and it sent a shudder down her spine, one that had nothing to do with pain or fear.

"You were one of them. Why would they harm you against my express orders that you were not to be touched?"

Rage boiled to the surface and she whipped around to face him. Yes, she knew that their actions had nothing to do with them, but he was the current focus of her ire. "Because they said that I made you weak! I was a distraction, keeping you from reaching your true potential."

Kylo lowered his hands, one of them hesitating to caress the side of her face. Before his hand came in contact with her skin, he seemed to think better of it and moved to unlatch his helmet.

She stopped him with a single word. "Don't."

"Are you afraid of me?" He inquired with a subtle tilt of his head.

"I will not be broken again, Ren. I already broke once for you. I have nothing left. I died calling for you." She sounded so tired. What had the Knights subjected her to? Who had given the order to go after her? Had he not forbidden them from harming her, from anyone harming her?

"I never abandoned you." She whispered, casting those errie eyes down on the shiny black floor that they stood one. "But you abandoned me."


Kinta sat in the middle of the training room. She let go of the physical, becoming one with the Force. Almost immediately, the twin single hilt lightsabers she normally carried; which had been lined up neatly on the floor in front of her, levitated. They circled around her twice before they began to disassemble, each piece methodically deconstructing. When she reached the kyber crystals embedded within, it was as if a switch had been thrown on her memories and her focus faltered, flashing back to the events on Korriban.

She clutched the Holocron within the grip of her black gloved hand. Her steps were light but quick as she made her way back towards her awaiting shuttle. Almost immediately, she knew that she wasn't alone. Standing a few feet away were six figures, all dressed head to toe in full dark battle gear.

"The Knights of Ren." She stated, her head tilting just slightly off kilter. Though Kylo had always considered her one of them, the others had not, even though she had been by his side since the beginning.

"Sarrai." The one in front of her replied, his large frame enveloped in massive armor. The Heavy. His actual name eluded her.

"Are the lot of your here to check on my progress? Perhaps offer some much uneeded assistance?" She asked, tucking the Holocron into a hidden pocket of her cloak. She doubted the answer was yes, but she had to ask.

"No. " The same Knight replied. "We are here for another purpose."

As she conversed with him, the remaining five fanned out, forming a circle around her.

"And what purpose is that?" She asked, shifting her cloak just enough to reveal the lightsabers she carried in special holsters on each thigh. Her instincts were screaming at her. She had known the moment she had felt their presence that they were here to kill her.

"Do you truly think that your presence strengthens Master Ren? That together you will create a new Empire where the two of you will rule side by side?"

She felt her fingers tighten, itching to rip the Knights to pieces.

"You distract him from his purpose. You make him weak."

With a savage snarl of rage, her normally calm demeanor snapped. Using her Telekinetic ability, both lightsabers shot from their holsters and into her hands. They activated instantly, coming to life in a flash of red energy that pulsed and glowed brightly. She whirled in an impressive acrobatic horizontal spin that appeared to defy gravity. As she spun, she brought her sabers down towards the Knight who had taunted her. Such was her anger that she had momentarily, and foolishly forgotten the remaining five surrounding behind her. Before the lightsabers could connect with her target, something enveloped her and she was slammed down into the ground hard with the abrupt stop of her momentum. It was some kind of advanced netting that not only constricted her movements, but seemed to momentarily interrupt her connection with the Force.

Her focus faltered once more as her rage boiled to the surface. She poured that rage, that pain into one of the crystals. Almost immediately, it darkened from red to black, filling with the utter corruption of the darkness that resided within her. The other crystal remained red. Once those emotions had been consumed by the kyber crystals, she restablished her mental focus, diving back into her memories.

They were determined to break her, but she would not give them the satisfaction of a scream, nor any sound of her pain. Her armor was in tatters, deep lacerations littering her back. Blood ran in thick ribbons down her body to pool onto the stone floor. Glimpses of muscle and bone could be seen with each shallow breath she took.

"If you truly care for Master Ren, you should revel in the knowledge that your death will make him stronger."

"I-If I l-live or n-not doesn't m-matter. W-when he finds out what y-you have d-done, I pity you when his w-wrath r-reigns."

The Heavy snorted. "You will not live to see it." He replied before slipping a knife between her ribs.

She continued to pour that wrath, that pain into the reconstruction of her sabers. The parts began to reassemble, forming two identical weapons that mirrored the emotions she felt coursing through her. Red for her rage and black for her darkness.

"The Knights were under orders from Snoke." His deep voice was quiet and unfiltered as he spoke from the doorway of the training room. She knew that from his tone that he wasn't wearing his helmet and he made his words more of a statement rather than a question. Had he witnessed her memories through their Force Bond?

"So it would seem." Came her own reply, just barely above a whisper as her eyes finally opened and she turned to glance over her shoulder in his direction. She was surprised he wasn't throwing a tantrum. Yet. She had come to the same conclusion years ago. Who else could give orders to the Knights but Snoke and have them follow them without question?

"How did I not feel your pain through our Bond?" Ren moved slowly into the room, his hands clenching tightly at his sides in a whispering creak of leather. His arms were trembling with the effort to not rip the entire room apart.

"Perhaps Snoke was blocking you."

He moved closer, daring to place a hand on her shoulder. That simple contact caused the Bond to flare and they both took a gasping breath. She felt his anger, his worry. His insecurities and the strength of the sorrow he had felt when she had disappeared.

"Let me in, Kinta." His words were so soft that she had almost missed them. He knelt behind her, both hands skimming over her arms. He was asking permission for her to let him past her mental barriers. Before Korriban, she had always been open to him. Now it was like trying to scale over a smooth metal wall. There was no foothold. She had grown more powerful.

With a sigh of resignation, she did as he asked and dropped her shielding. If he wanted to feel her torment, she would gladly share it. Let him have a taste of what she carried inside of her.

Ren cursed out loud. The strength of her anger and pain was staggering. He felt her suffering. She showed him how she had clawed her way towards the sarcophagus, lifting a hand to touch the final resting place for a long forgotten Sith Lord. He heard her call his name before she finally slipped into oblivion. Carefully, she replaced the mental barrier, ejecting him rather easily from her mind.

"I broke with your name on my tongue." She admitted softly. She had yet to look at him. He knew she was afraid, but it wasn't of him. No, it was fear of reliving that same agony. He turned her to face him, reaching beneath her chin to tilt her head up so that she had no choice but to look at him. He was still as staggering as she remembered. Handsome in his own way, but enticing with his presence alone. Long, wavy black hair framed his angular face. Dark, molten brown eyes started at her with such emotion that it nearly took her breath away. The corners of his mouth tilted up as he caught a glimmer of her thoughts when her barrier accidently slipped.

"Once our training is complete, I will make you mine."

The words he had once spoken to her flashed in their memories.

"You will always be mine." He whispered softly. His fingers tips lightly brushed down her cheek as she gracefully stood. The lightsabers she had reconstructed hovered up from the floor. She collected them, taking them carefully in each hand to test their weight. Without a word, she left, the door hissing quietly behind her.


She hated when she dreamed. The nightmares of Korriban were the strongest when sleep claimed her in it's grasp. It was always the same, but this time, it was Kylo Ren standing over her with a bloody blade in his gloved hand and not one of the Knights. She awoke with a start, popping her head up from her pillow. She had fallen asleep on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head. It still pained her to put full pressure on her back though it had been a few years since their infliction. Time seemed to flow seamlessly, blending into a single cohesive torrent of time. Something had awoken her, but what? There was a soft intake of breath that came from the corner of her room, the one cloaked in shadow.

"Don't you ever knock?" She groaned, stuffing her face back into the pillow. "It's creepy to wake up to you simply sitting there watching me sleep."

Kylo sat in a chair that he had dragged into the corner.

"I go where I please, you know this." His voice was mechnical, letting her know that he wore his helmet. It seemed that he was seldom seen without it.

"I am entitled to a bit of privacy, Ren." She grumbled, her face still smushed into the pillow.

"Our Bond is growing, Kinta and it is quickly becoming something that I can not simply ignore any longer. I can not concentrate on my own tasks when a Force Vision of you laying naked in bed occupies my cohesive vision."

A faint flush crept up the back of her neck and she had to clear her throat before speaking.

"That was not intentional."

He reached up and removed the helmet. He stood in a fluid motion and placed the cumbersome burden down onto the chair he had just vacated.

"I have come to wonder what would happen if we were to further solidify this Force Bond."

"Further solidify? What are you talking about, Ren?" Her brown frowned as she shifted in bed, pulling the covers more securely around her obviously naked form. Her touseled hair fell across her right shoulder making her look even more alluring to him. The funny thing was, she had absolutely no idea the effect she had on him. Or perhaps she did and she was doing it intentionally.

"Do I really need to clarify that?" He inquired with a faint arch of a brow and a quirk to his lips. It was an expression that was both irritating and alluring.

She felt her blush burn further. "No, I think I know what you mean. I have not had the chance to read up on Force Bonds so I could not give you a straight answer as to weather or not such an action would solidify it."

To spare her and himself further embarassment, he changed the subject. It was obviously not the right time to discuss such matters. "In your vision, your memory you had touched the tomb of a long dead Sith Lord, but cut it off. What happened afterwards?"

With a sigh, she shifted on the bed so that she faced him. "As I reached out towards the stone -"

Her bloody fingers trembled with effort. It took all of her strength of will to have even crawled the last remaining feet towards the tomb. Finally, they brushed very lightly against the stone, her blood seeping into the porous surface. It was as if that touch, that smear of blood was the key to some hidden edifice. The tome slid open with a grinding of stone and a blast of dank air slammed into her face. She managed to dig her nails against the lip and draw herself a few more inches before her strength finally failed her. The moment her body passed into the tomb intself, the stone slid shut, sealing her inside with the crumbled remains of Naga Sadow. His spirit; which had remained locked within the tomb, materialized the moment it felt the presence of another that oozed so strongly with the Force.

Something warm touched her shoulder and her eyes drifted open, or had they been pulled open? Forced apart so that all she saw was a blurry glowing form in front of her vision.

"What do we have here?" The voice that reached her ears was masculine, but she couldn't quite make out it's pitch. The blur released her eyelids. Her body moved almost lifelessly, shifting like a limp doll but despite her lack of movement, her Force signature was still strong, ebbing and burning with a great amount of power that was still yet locked away, hidden behind ignorance.

"There is a strength in you, my dear, that can not be ignored. Your presence called to me so strongly. Your will to survive reminds me of my own and for that, I will not let you die."

It was then that she fully let darkness claim her.

She didn't remember much after that moment, but she had awoken to pain. Stiffness in her muscles and limbs. She could no longer feel the pain of the wounds, but knew that they were still there. The tightness of her skin told her as much. She didn't understand how she wasn't dead.

"Quite easily, my dear. I saved your life."

She glanced up towards the direction of the voice and was nearly blinded by the bright red glow of the figure sitting in front of her. A Force Ghost?

"In a sense. Some of us choose to remain behind, some of us do not. I was one of the latter, imprisioned and entombed. I used a great deal of my energy to ensure your survival."

"W-why?" She managed to croak out through a severly dry throat.

"Do not waste much needed strength to speak. Simply think of what you wish to say and I will hear you. But to answer your question, you are very powerful. Your Force Signature called me, even as you lay dying, bleeding all over my remains."

He waved a spectral hand dismissively. "For the strength you hold inside of you my dear, you can bleed over me anytime. But what, may I ask, happened to have you nearly join me in my tomb?"

"You spoke with the spirit of the legendary Naga Sadow?" Kylo asked softly, obviouly in awe and perhaps a bit envious. "It would seem that I own him a debt."

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Re: Bound by Darkness

Post by Kinta Sarrai on Mon Apr 09, 2018 7:37 pm


She felt them the moment they entered the same system. Three years of near straight meditation had given her hyper aware senses to the presence of others, especially those considered Force Sensitive. Her hands closed into fists, the leather of her gloves creaking with the strength of her grip. Her anger, her rage, threatened to boil over, but she ran her thumb over the small talisman she kept secured to the end of one of her lightsabers, the one she wielded with her left hand. Since the Pureblood Sith were known to be dominantly left handed, she thought it rather fitting to place it on the same side. The talisman was a small flower, a token Kylo had given her before they had parted ways in her search for the Holocron. As her thumb brushed across it, she felt her emotions still, becoming as smooth as an untouched lake.

"We take what we desire because we can. We can because we have power. We have power because we are Sith." Her words were a mere whisper as she repeated the proverb that Naga Sadow had once spoken to her.

She moved swiftly then, feeling the presence of one of the Knights moving through the halls. From the subtle hum, she pegged him for the Monk. She had always remembered him humming, or chanting beneath his breath. She edged her way around the hallway. There were abilities that she had that none of them knew about, not even the Master of the Knights himself. Her power war nearly three times that of when she had first stepped foot on Korriban. She would certainly give Kylo a run for his money. It was funny really that none of them knew just how powerful she had become. With Force Concealment in place, none of them would be any wiser.

The Monk passed by in a whisper of robes, his hands steepled in front of him in mock prayer even as he walked. She moved silently out from the doorway where she had hidden herself, following the figure as he moved towards his personal chambers. The moment he entered, she slipped into a deeply shadowed alcove. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive.


It hadn't taken long for the remainder of them to show. She watched from her hiding spot among the shadowed ceiling of the training room, a leg braced on either side of her on the opposite wall, the back of her neck against the angle of the ceiling. She was deeply cloaked in Force Concealment, using a small fraction of her Telekinetic ability on herself to keep her aloft as the Rogue and the Monk conversed among themselves. Their voices sounded artifical from the helments they wore. She remembered these two well, often seen whispering among themselves even with the rest of the Knights present. Neither of them were aware of her presence, yet. Swiftly, she dropped from her perch. She landed gracefully in a crouch, a hand braced agains tthe floor while she held a deactivated lightsaber in the grip of her left hand, the same one with the talisman dangling from the hilt, the same one that now held the black kyber crystal. It was like the force of a black hole, sucking in all surrounding light. Neither of them would know what hit them until it was far too late.

"Why would Master Ren call us all here on such short notice?" The Rogue inquired, fidgeting with one of the hidden pockets at his left let, no doubt containing some kind of blade he had hidden there.

"From what I understand, Supreme Leader Snoke sensed some kind of disturbance in the Force or something. Either way, he has become exceedingly paranoid."

Snoke? Paranoid? That was almost laughable. Unheard of. At least to the Knights. To Kinta, it was music to her ears. She stood slowly, the activation of her saber the only noise heard within the sudden silence of the room. Both of them stiffened, turning their heads slowly to glance over their shoulders towards the source of the sound.

"Hello, boys. It's been a long time."

It was in that moment, they knew exactly why Ren had called them here. He had called them to their own deaths. Had he found out what had happened?

"You live." The Monk whispered, shock evident in his mechnical voice.

"Unfortunately for you both, yes." Before either of them could respond, the black flash of the blade took their heads off their shoulders. The bodies dropped to their knees, both detached heads slowly rolling to a stop at her boot clad feet.


Two of his Knights, dead. He stood over their headless bodies, staring down at them through the curtain of his dark hair. His helmet having been long forgotten, destroyed in his anger in an elevator after his meeting with Snoke. The heads of the Knights were missing, pressumably taken by who had killed them and Kylo Ren knew exactly who had done just that.

"Find her." He ordered the Stormtrooper beside him, tilting his head faintly over his shoulder and baring the wide scar on the right side of his face that was still held together by a metallic mesh. "She must still be on the ship. Find her and bring her to me."

"Yes, my Lord." The small squadron of Troopers turned abruptly on their heels and marched out of the room. They were almost relieved that Ren hadn't gone through one of his infamous temper tantrums. Especially since his former training partner had just killed two of the Knights of Ren single handedly.

"Supreme Leader Snoke must be made aware of this, Ren." General Hux's nasally voice spoke out from where he stood behind him, surveying the carnage that had been left behind. "If she is strong enough to single handedly dispatch two of the Knights on her own, then what is keeping her from destroying us all?"



Ren sighed, turning to face the General. "If there is anyone that can stop her, it is me."

The red-head moved forward, daring to close the distance between them. "Do not overestimate your power over her, Ren. She has been dead for several years by all accounts. She may very well not be the same woman you had known in your past. Tread carefully, or you will bring destruction down on all of us."

"Sir!" An out of breath officer came running into the room, stopping short as her eyes caught sight of the headless bodies at the feet of her two superiors. She pitched forward, bracing her hands on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath.

"What is it, Officer?" Hux inquired, turning stiffly on his highly polished boots.

"S-several unidentified vessels have just entered the system and have surrounded the Finalizer."

"What?! How were they not picked up on our scanners?!"

"I-I don't know, sir." She replied, ringing her hands nervously as she stood up straight. "There was no warning until they were physically spotted by our gunners. It seems they have jammed our communications."

She knew they would be looking for her after the message she had left them. She had expected it, anticipated it even. She stood, leaning almost casually against the doorway that led into the interrogation room. Inside, lay the headless body of The Sniper. She took a moment, readjusting the black back she carried that held the three heads of the slaughtered Knights. There were only two remaining. The Heavy and The Armory. These two she had kept for last since they had both been the ones who had a hand in her torture and near death. The Armory had supplied the tools and the Heavy had been the one to get his hands dirty.

The sound of the proximity alarm broke her moment of serenity. Had General Hux and Ren called for renforcements so soon? She almost chuckled, but a trickle of excitement trailed down her spine, almost as if someone had used the Force to reach out and touch her. It was almost as if a physical hand brushed down along that sensitive curve, ignoring the armor she wore and the scars that resided there. Was that his signal to her, letting her know that he knew what was going on?

She crouched low, hidden up above and just to the left of the Armory who stood behind Kylo Ren. She dared not look in Ren's direction just yet, lest he distract her from her own purpose. She remained in both Stealth and Concealment as she dropped down from her makeshift perch, landing silently just behind the Armory. At the exact same moment one of her lightsabers engaged and took the head of the Knight in front of her, she dropped her Stealth and Concealment. Before the head could hit the floor, she lashed out with her right hand, her Telekinetic ability shooting forth several small lightsabers that were the length of her forearm. They ignighted, embedding deep through the helmet of the Heavy. One in the direct center of his forehead, another through the area where his mouth was and the last directly through his trachea. As the Armory's head hit the floor, the Heavy's body dropped, falling backwards without so much as a twitch.

Ren stood there for a moment, at a complete loss. Since when had Drayga been so proficient? Recovering quickly, he moved towards her but was stopped when the sound of her second saber engaged. She stood there looking leathal in her black leather armor. With perfect economy of movement and practiced ease, she twirled both sabers expertly and swiftly, ending up holding them in a reverse grip as she took a ready fighting stance.

"You seek to fight me now?" He questioned, hurt just barely evident in his voice.

"If I must, Ren. I came here for the Knights but there is still one more piece of the puzzle I need." She replied softly, feeling a sharp and painful tug in her chest at the sound of the emotion in his words. "Where is Snoke?"

He scoffed at her. "Do you really think I would give away his location so easily?"

She gave a soft sigh. "No, I do not. Though I am surprised that you of all people would back the Supreme Leader after knowing what he has done."

"He is our Master, Kinta."

"He is not mine."
"Don't do this, Kinta."
Another soft sigh passed her lips. "I must. He betrayed me, betrayed us! Ever since I can remember, I have been a slave to everyone else's whims. I have broken free from my chains, Ren. I have been freed. Won't you allow me to help you do the same?" She deactivated one of her sabers and held her hand out for him to take. She saw the inner conflict passing through his eyes. He wanted to, she felt it. She felt it so strongly...and she also felt the moment he turned her away.

She nodded once, perhaps twice before taking a slow deliberate step backwards. "Thank you for bringing the Knights here." She turned to leave. "Should you change your mind...reach out to me."

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