On a little planet located deep in the Outer Rim, the night was quiet. The planet for the most part was untouched by galactic forces, even after the multiple wars and rebellions.

Tonight was the night that everything would change.

The silent night was broken by the sound of thrusters. Ships slowly emerged over the horizon. Kylo Ren watched from his ship as trees buckled under the force his fleet. As his ships got closer to the town, he could feel the tremors, the disturbances in the Force.

They found him. The last missing piece to Luke Skywalker.

"What is this place?" Kylo Ren spoke to one of his officers beside him. The man scrambled, looking through maps on his hand-held.

"Uh, I believe it's uncharted territory, sir. Ahk'Tabah? All that's known about it is that it's home to the Tabachians; humanoids, middle to dark skin, unknown if hostile," the man said, pulling up their current location.

"Send them in with a strict no kill order," he said, his voice manipulator making him sound a lot more sinister than he intended as he turned to his captain. "Find the man. Bring him to me alive."

"Yes sir," Captain Phasma nodded before beginning to bark orders. As ships landed, screams could be heard in the night. The city was awake, and full of fear.

The ground trembled as his ship landed on the snow and ice, kicking up a smokescreen as it landed. Stormtroopers poured out of the hatch when it hit the ground, and Kylo followed just as the city went up in flames. People started flooding the streets and wound up straight into the hands of the First Order.

Kylo ignored the screams of the children, focusing in on the one person they were here for.

Something was off. There was a disturbance in the Force, something so great it was something that more than caught his attention. He could feel it pulsing through the ground. The Force was reaching out, calling out to him like it was betraying whoever was wielding it.

"Sir," Captain Phasma said, snapping him from his concentration. "My men have found nothing but civilians," she said, holding her blaster close to her chest.

He turned his head to see past her, seeing a small cloth tent just on the outskirts of the town.

The Force was calling to him again, pulling him towards the tent like a beacon. He ignored Phasma's statement and pushed past her, grabbing his lightsaber that was hooked to his belt. The blade erupted from the hilt, illuminating the ground in an ominous glow. It popped and sparked as the snow hit it, and whether it was snow or ash, no one really quite knew.

The pulse of the Force grew stronger the closer he went. He took slow steps, knowing very well that at any moment he could have to fight back. He approached the tent, slowly pulling back the cloth cover to the entrance and hesitating to go inside.

He turned his head and came face to face with a woman. All he could made out were two glowing blue eyes staring back at him in the dark. Before he had a chance to react, a hand flew out and he froze. The Force she wielded was too strong for him to break through unprepared.

"You will take your men and leave peacefully," she said, her smooth voice not wavering once.

From underneath his helmet, he scoffed. "Your Jedi tricks will not work on me," he said, building up the strength to break free of her grasps. There was something off about her.

"Funny enough, not a Jedi," she said, almost forcefully so as she sneered at him. "But I do know the Force."

The next thing he knew, he could feel himself flying backwards out of the tent. His face met the cold snow and he rolled, his saber clattering to the ground beside him. With a bustle of chatter, Stormtroopers began to take aim at the tent, ready to attack when given the order.

Kylo quickly scrambled to his feet, his boots not quite getting traction on the loose snow. He called his lightsaber to him, angrily snapping it in his hand. He wasn't about to let her get the best of him again.

He watched closely as she stepped out of the tent, and with a quick gesture from his hand the sea of troopers pointed their guns at her. She didn't so much as flinch. She had two curved hilts attached to sheathes strapped to her back no doubt holding some sort of magnificent swords, and her hands clutched knives almost as long as her forearms. Whoever she was, she was involved in some heavy mercenary work.

"Whoever you're looking for, they aren't here," she bellowed to Kylo as he shook the snow from his helmet. "I would highly suggest leaving before you figure out it's too late."

Kylo stared at her, almost speechless. She was a cocky one, whoever this was. She held herself high in her own eyes.

"How long have you been hiding, Jedi?" he said, blatantly ignoring her request as he turned his lightsaber on again. He watched her eyes glimmer, almost like now he had grabbed her interest.

"You call this hiding?" she said, almost letting out a chuckle. "And I told you. I'm not a Jedi. You must not be from around here, otherwise you'd definitely know that."

He cocked his head to the right, still baffled by her words denouncing the Jedi title, let alone the amount of disrespect she was giving him. He's heard whispers about Gray Jedi's when he was a boy. They were considered traitors amongst the proper Jedi and Sith alike back when the Old Republic was around. They were neither good, nor evil. They just...were.

Now he was interested.

"A Gray Jedi then," he said. Things just got far more complicated than he intended them to. "I thought your species to be long extinct."

She gave a shrug, her face scrunching like she couldn't quite agree with the statement."I'll ask you again, nicely, to please leave. At least while you have a chance," she said. She walked closer to him, confidence spilling from her as she didn't even acknowledge the Stormtroopers all aiming at her frantically. She walked right up to Ren, a smirk on her face and a swagger about her that told him she really had no care in the world for her own life.

"And if I choose not to, how would you face the army before you?" he said, looking down on her. She was a good foot shorter than he was. If she chose to pick a fight, she could very easily be overpowered. "Can one Gray Jedi defeat the First Order by herself?" He cocked his head the other way. Now he was just being cocky, practically begging for a fight. He hadn't dueled with a Force user in quite some time.

"I'd like to take my chances," she said, twirling her blades in her hand as if she was taunting him.

She spun her two knives in her hand, but when he took a swing at her, he was surprised when she used her hand to guide the blade away from her without making contact. He lost his balance, the momentum he used for the swing causing him to trip forward. She had her back to his army now, and with a motion from his hands, he told his men to hold steady.

This was his fight.

It was like past and future colliding, she using dated weapons and he using that of a higher evolved race. He knew not to underestimate her, but he was finding it easier the more he fought plasma blade against metal blade. She was fairly good, however. Her movements were swift, she hardly ever left herself open enough to allow him time to attack at her weak spots, and she always seemed to keep one blade in the air while swiping at him with the other.

She kept close to him, using her blades to parry just at the hilt of his lightsaber to avoid getting in the path of his blade. With one quick downward movement, the red blade of his saber sliced through the metal like it was nothing, leaving her with nothing but hilts in her hand.

She quickly stumbled backwards, getting out of the way of his attack he aimed at her while she was left unarmed. His blade hit the snow and recoiled, he twirling the blade with the momentum as he waited for her next move.

"Your swords will prove pointless," he said, containing a laugh as she withdrew two long bladed swords from the hilts strapped to her back. "Whatever they are made of, whether it be of simple steal or the finest Tasmanian metals, my lightsaber can cut through anything," he said, twirling his lightsaber in his hand. He was taunting her, wanting her to show him her true power. He knew if she was strong in the Force, she had to have a saber tucked under her robes somewhere.

A sense of accomplishment washed through him as he watched her stick her blades into the snow.

"You know, I was going to save you the embarrassment, but since you've asked for it," she said, giving a shrug and reaching to something behind her back. She brought out a hilt, spinning it in her hand as she gave into his request.

She held up the hilt of her saber, and with a loud crack, a white blade appeared. Ren threw off his hood, ready for a real fight. Their blades clashed, crackling with every contact they made. With a flurry of feet, they parried back and forth, almost like a dance. His back was to his small army now, and it crossed his mind that he could very easily end this fight with one order.

As much as he wished to flex his power, he fought on.

She took a few steps back, avoiding his blade now instead of fighting back. He swung his saber at her, this time unavoidable to where she had to block his blade from slicing an arm off. He pushed her back, their blades meeting with a loud crack as they both tried to gain the upper hand, sabers locked tightly together. Her boots slid in the snow and ice under the pressure of his weight coming down on her, she trying to keep her blade from digging into her shoulder as he forced her back.

A hand left the hilt of her saber and with a swift hand movement, his foot slid, causing him to falter. Their blades separated, and the woman twirled her blade and chuckled like she was taunting him.

He could feel anger boiling in his chest as he realized he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He could sense a darkness to her she was hiding, and it ran deep for someone who claimed she turned Gray. However she wasn't necessarily good at combat with her saber, obviously the saber must have been putting out quite a pull when it was in her hand, but her sly little tricks to get the upper hand were dirty. He could feel the Dark Side boiling up alongside his anger, and he let it in.

The woman's eyes grew wide when he turned on his heels and began furiously slashing at her. He was relentless with his attacks, mercilessly going after her like she was prey. She blocked as well as she could, but the snow was hindering her movements. She watched him spin with his blade high in the air. She blocked the hit, and then was immediately greeted with his fist to her jaw.

He watched her hit the ground rather hard, satisfied he got the best of her for once. He put out a hand, and with his power, drug her up from the ground and held her by the neck. She dropped her saber, it hissing and bouncing as it hit the ground, and she tried to claw his hand from her throat. He squeezed just a little harder, enjoying watching her gasp for air.

She grabbed onto his wrists and used them to swing her feet square into his chest, causing him to falter and loose his grip on her. He stumbled back as she hit the ground, and he twirled his lightsaber menacingly as he calculated his next move.

Don't. Bring the girl to me.

The voice inside his head were unmistakable. His master was calling out to him, telling him...to spare the girl?

He watched her scramble for air and for her weapon. He grabbed it before she got the chance to continue fighting. He bent down to one knee and put his hand up to her forehead, sucking out her consciousness like it was a simple trick. Within the second, she was out cold. She slumped to the ground face first into the snow.

"Sir?" the voice of Captain Phasma called from the otherwise silent village.

Kylo stood up, hooking his saber back to his proper place and linking the girl's right beside it. "Snoke wants her alive," he said, rolling the girl over on her back. She was younger than he thought, at least a few years younger than him at least. Her long blonde hair stained the white snow, and blood was starting to ooze from her busted lip.

The Dark Side inside him started to recede, and he came back to his normal self.

"Kill the rest of the survivors. Leave no other trace of life," he ordered, picking up the girl and throwing her over his shoulder. He headed to his ship, almost angry his master refused to let him have the satisfaction of killing the girl. She challenged him, and couldn't deliver anything impressive. Why should she live? And why all of a sudden did Snoke want her?

He growled, gently putting her on the floor of his ship out of the way of most of the commotion made as the fleet was getting ready to leave. What seemed to be a simple task turned far more complicated than he expected and left far more questions than answers. Whatever she was, there was something about her far darker than he sensed before. He studied her carefully, noting several scars and, even more curious, a small Sith symbol was inked into her wrist and though it was faded, it was still visible.

He shook his head. The more he looked at the girl, the more questions he had. The most important one was:

Who was she?