He paced, slow but visibly agitated, outside the closed door. Black robes sweeping at each heeled turn, quiet, mechanical breaths growing heavier with each trip back and forth across the unusually wide door. With his own helmet, he appeared to have mostly resolved the pickup of unnecessary sounds that his predecessor had been infamous for, preventing the constant heavy breathing. A metallic click broke relative silence and the man stopped mid step, his back to the door, and listened as the familiar soft swish signaled that the doors to the suite were open. His taught shoulders and rigid stance visibly relaxed. He paused, taking a steady, deliberate, breath then turned and walked to the doorway standing just barely inside the room, allowing the doors to softly close behind him.
"Commander Ren." A soft, low, distinctly female, voice came from a robed figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the dimly lit dome-shaped room, facing away from the door. Accepting the invitation inside, he slowly walked the perimeter of the large room, casting intermittent shadows as he passed each of the floor lights, circling the hooded figure.
"Tell me where they are going" He demanded, the tension in his voice was palpable and far out of place in the serene space.
"There are so many other things you don't know though. Perhaps you'd like to discuss how you lost it in the first place, or why you're looking for it at all." the woman said evenly, her gaze hooded and downcast, her expression shadowed by a large distinctive cowl. She heard a sharp exhale, the scrunch of leather clad fingers digging into gloved palms. She could feel every fiber of his consciousness constrict and bind back on itself.
"No – that's all I need to know" He said tersely. The Oracle, or that seemed to be her main function, her expertise, was considered a non-combatant member Knights of Ren. Obtained from a village, young, not much younger than Kylo Ren himself, the Oracle had been found to be particularly sensitive to visions of both past and future. Her training halted at a relatively young age when her talent was discovered and consequently "protected".
"I would think a great knight such as yourself would be able to find it on your own. If you were able to wrangle that temper of yours maybe you wouldn't need my help." He glared at her openly, now she was flat out mocking him.
"Tell me where the droid is." He edged on a loss of patience. She could see the swelling aura of anger, pain, and frustration. She could feel the conflict and rage in his gaze, in his every move. This brash, damaged, man-child that stood before her was unwilling to engage. Her attempts to move him to discussion were regularly met with similar resistance.
She inhaled deeply, her shoulders straightened as if to sigh. Instead she tilted her chin up, just enough to light the bottom half of her face. She had full lips enhanced further by pale unmarred skin, protected by her interred meditation and role as advisor on Starkiller. She wasn't by any mean omnipotent, but she could catch pieces of things, he happened to ask her about something she was able to track down. "Western Reaches, Inner Rim." The resignation in her voice was almost indiscernible; she allowed the emotion to pass through her lips along with the words, believing the man who stood before her to be incapable of processing or understanding it. He failed to understand or control his own feelings, how could he possibly understand what little she allowed him to see. He turned to leave, no thanks given to the indentured servant of the First Order. She gently exhaled, closing her eyes to re-enter her meditative state when she heard his footsteps stop.
"Do not mistake your sight for understanding, Oracle", He watched her from the doorway, declaring his superiority and lashing back against her almost too familiar attempts to coax him into discussing his temper, his past, his conflict, whatever it was that she had seen.
Her eyes flicked open once more and she looked down and to the side, her chin up to her apples of her cheeks visible in the bright hall lights. "Commander Ren" She addressed him, her voice strong enough to carry clearly "Do not for one second think I'm not aware of the man beneath that mask." Her thoughts passed to him, her tone direct and forceful aimed to his very core - I can see you Commander Ren, I see your conflict, your anger, I see-
"Enough" The angry command issued through the voice modulator, she silenced her thoughts and returned her gaze to the wall. He stood for another moment then took a slow step away to stand just outside the doorway. The doors began to slide close and he just barely caught her defiant bid goodbye.
"Commander Ben."
