Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction attempt, please tell me how it goes! I'm very open to suggestions. I also apologize if any reference to a star wars object is used incorrectly or is inaccurate, I haven't seen the older movies in awhile. I'm trying to use wookieepedia as much as I can to make up for this!

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I withdrew my Force hold on the imp of a man at my feet just enough for him to inhale. He sputtered and gasped, his lungs ablaze and his throat dry.

"Tell me again" I commanded, my voice coming out an irritated clip through the voice filter on my mask. I jabbed at his throat with the butt of my staff to remind him I could choke him again, but he fervently nodded.

"I'll tell you what you need! Please just let me breathe!" he choked out. I eased my staff off of his neck slightly.

"The resistance coordinates, they're hidden in a secret base on Jakku It's just south of the AT-AT graveyard!" he said and I grumbled. I hadn't been to back to Jakku since the First Order picked me up for training when I was little. I glanced down at his fearful eyes once before I knocked him out with a swift kick to the head.

"coordinate location confirmed" I said as I pressed the button on my wrist to activate the com in my helmet. I pulled my thick black hood over my head and listened as the General's voice rang in my ears.

"All information has been obtained. Return to the ship immediately."

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All the Knights were thrust back into training as soon as we reached Starkiller. General Hux said the Supreme Leader thought our efforts on our last mission were dismal and that we needed to work harder if we wanted to keep our heads.

I spent most of training sparring with Mako Ren, but when his efforts to bat at me proved unsuccessful he retired to the shooting range. I found a few fighting dummies I smacked my staff into, but none compared to a real partner.

The training gym had a huge floor and tall ceilings. There were observation windows along the walls, towards the top of the room, where First Order officials could watch their fighters practice. There were a few climbing walls and ladders on either sides of the windows and they stretched up to the ceiling. In the center of the room was a platform, lifted slightly, with a rubber mat covering it. The platform was for sparring matches, which happened every week and were open to sign ups for anyone in the first order. The storm troopers participated more than the Knights did, but if anyone got into a scuttle it was most often settled there.

I was swatting at a punching bag for awhile when I heard the grumble of another Knight's voice filter. I looked over and two soldiers kept peeking up at the observation windows, and upon a look I quickly realized why. There was someone, sheathed in black, looking down at us, watching our efforts.

Kylo Ren very rarely interacted with us. He was usually on his own private missions, or he was concerned with a different part or ours. I'd only seen him once or twice in person, and I wasn't sure if this time counted.

He was wearing his usual black cloak, helmet and robes, but his hood was down today. His broad shoulders were hunched as he leaned on his elbows against the glass, watching us like we were prey. He was at least 20 feet above us, yet his Force signature was brooding so strong and red that it was hard to not notice his presence.

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As the dinner bells rang, I exited the gym with satisfaction as I mentally reviewed my day's work. I got up to my chambers and quickly realized I was covered in sweat. I pulled my helmet off and force-fluffed my three now floppy buns back into their usual style along my head. I had been wearing all of my gear, but I was too hungry to remove it. I tried to keep most of my weight on throughout the day, many of the Knights didn't like that I was a girl so I tried not to remind them.

I heated up a bowl of Aurebash soup and turned on a holovid. I sat at my table and spooned it into my mouth while I watched some Naboo queen falling in love with a monster. I was about to open another packet of soup when the droid on my door began chiming, "Unidentified droid at door".

"Rey, of the Knights of Ren. Your presence has been requested at the command meeting in meeting room 6 scheduled to commence at precisely 2100 hours. Thank you!" The messenger droid chirped right before he scooted off.

Why would they want to see me at one of these meetings? I probably wouldn't be able to contribute to a command meeting, I don't know the first thing about making executive decisions. Peeking over at the time, I spent the two hours before the meeting using the 'fresher and changing into clean gear, pushing my helmet onto my head, and heading out the door.