I had been awake for some time. I sat upright on what could only be deemed as a cot. My wrists had been shackled. I hunched over, rubbing my temples and contemplating what exactly had happened. I looked down again at my restraints. I could get out of them, easily, but I thought it might be best to be perceived as weak.

The door opened. The man in the mask walked in, the door closing quickly behind him.

"My knight in shining armor," I smirked.

He stood a few paces away from me. Staring at me. I stared back, realizing what he was trying to do to me.

"You can't read my mind," I said, "and I can't seem to read yours either."

"We have a dilemma, now, don't we?" He said.

I leaned back a little, looking him up and down. He wasn't nearly as menacing as some mutants I had faced in the past.

"Is that a mask?" I asked. I honestly wasn't sure, I had seen so many forms of mutations in my life, and I didn't want to make any assumptions.

He walked towards me and bent down on one knee in front of me. I heard a hissing sound, and he reached up, removing the mask. He was much younger than I had imagined. His hair was thick, wavy, and his skin was so pale it nearly compared to mine. With the removal of the mask, I finally felt as though I was on par with him. I could take him, I thought. But there was something about his eyes; they were sad, but filled with darkness. He looked directly into my eyes.

"You're still trying to read my mind. It won't work. I don't know what your mutant powers are, but –"

He cut me off.

"I am not a mutant. What I am doesn't matter. I'm here to talk to you. I came here to tell you that you shouldn't be afraid of me. I can already see that you've grown past that."

I smiled. I was afraid, but he couldn't confirm that. He reached up to my hands, admiring the shackles.

"I suspect these didn't do much for you," He said, unfastening them, "But I trust you will continue to be on your best behavior. You're a guest here, not a prisoner. But I am cautioning you … that can easily change."

I leaned into him, bringing myself closer to his face.

"What exactly do you want from me, and what makes you think I'll stay without a fight?" I asked.

There was no doubt I found him attractive. I studied the scar on his face, and his lips. I hadn't been with anyone in some time, and my heart started racing. Our faces were within inches of touching.

"What I want from you will come in due time. You will stay, and you will be fed, sheltered, and clothed." I didn't have to read his mind to know that hospitality wasn't one of his primary personality traits.

He reached up, grabbing tiny pieces of moss out of the strands of my hair, smirking while adding, "… You can even shower."

He was making fun of the state I was in. This was a power move. I can't imagine I looked my Sunday best, but it wasn't exactly a priority for me. I think I knew how to get him off his game.

"Well then …" I leaned as closely to his face as I could without touching him, "will you be personally escorting me into the shower?"

It worked. His eyes shifted to the ground, a faint color washed over his once pale face. I watched him closely as he clenched his jaw; I refused to move my gaze away from his face. The ball was in my court.

He shifted back a bit, straightening himself up, and putting more distance between us. He was thinking about his next move. The silence was becoming unnerving, until he leaned back in and put one hand on my knee. My body started to warm under his touch.

"You are a guest here –" He wasn't fast enough. I quickly wrapped his neck with my kinetic whip. He struggled, as I stood over him. He sent the metal shackles towards me with his telekinetic powers; I raised my hands to stop them, dropping them to the floor. His hands gripped at the whip, I tried to tighten them even more.

"You're a fool," I said. "I'm not going down without a fight."

He released one of his hands, and before I could move quickly enough, he ignited his red sword. It slashed against my whip, releasing his neck. I quickly morphed the whip into a Kanata. He was still on the ground, our weapons clashed together. He was strong, too strong. He pushed me back hard, and I stumbled backwards. He lunged towards me again, our swords clashed. He pushed against me as hard as he could, and it took every ounce of strength in me to keep him at bay.

"What's your name?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He stared at me, angry, "Kylo Ren."

"Nice," I said, "I'm Ace."

I kicked him in the abdomen as hard as I could. He faltered. Our swords were still drawn, we stared at one another. I didn't know how this would end, I didn't know if I should give in now, this was a small room, and I didn't know what was behind the door. I don't stand a chance, and I need to develop a much more intelligible plan to escape and get home. Not to mention he was strong. I only had a few seconds to decide if my initial attack had been a mistake. These were his stomping grounds, his climate, and his terrain. I was the alien. I didn't stand a chance, and I had made a mistake.

I slowly withdrew my kinetic katana, and lowered myself to my knees, placing my hands behind my head.

"You're giving in? So soon?" He asked, towering over me. His weapon was still drawn; I could feel the heat from it buzzing next to my ear.

"I'm surrendering. This is only a battle, Kylo, not the war. Besides … I need a shower," I responded.

Kylo put his weapon away. He knelt down and grabbed my face, pulling it towards his, "I need to be able to trust you," I tried to look away as he spoke, his grip on my chin was too much, pulling my gaze back to match his, "If this happens again, I won't be as forgiving."

He released me and exited the room. I lowered myself down on the floor, lying flat on my back, and turning my cheek to coolness of the floor. It was a place of comfortable, my position of failure. I couldn't defeat my master in the Danger Room – how was I going to defeat him and get out of here?

I stayed on that floor for what felt like an eternity.

Kylo came back. I had fallen asleep on the floor. His mask was still off, the way I preferred it. I didn't move to greet him. He stepped over me, aggressively grabbing my arms; I fought him a bit, as he placed a metal band on each wrist.

"This will keep you at bay," He said. "Go ahead, try to use your powers."

I couldn't create anything with my powers. Bursts of purple energy would come out, but I couldn't form anything.

"Well aren't you smart. Did you just whip these up yourself?" I asked, sitting up.

He knelt down to face me, "I made them for myself years ago. If I ever turned my back against the First Order, I wanted my master to be able to bring me to my senses without a fight."

"They're uncomfortable."

"Until I can trust you, you get to wear them. Think of that next time you try to choke me."

I made my way up to a standing position, and he followed suit. Kylo towered over me with his broad shoulders.

"I'm more than my powers, Ren. I'm trained to fight," I warned.

"I know, and I'm impressed. You're quick, very quick."

"Not quick enough it would seem…" my voice drifted as I turned to the cot. "So if I'm a guest, is this the penthouse suite?"

He looked relieved. "I have a more … comfortable place for you to stay. Have you come to your senses?"

"For now. I can't see the future, you took away my ability to do so." I couldn't tell if he was impressed or annoyed. I gave him a sarcastic smile, sarcasm being a power he couldn't take away from me. He shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder, leading me to the hallway.