*A/n...THANK YOU guys so much for all the love this has received so far. It's been far too long since I've written anything and this has been the best way to come back to what i used to love! We're expecting quite a snow storm here in the next few days so I'm certain i'll have another chapter out soon! Enjoy! *

I'm already awake and pacing the floor of my bedroom when the mundane buzzing of my alarm begins. A wave of nervous excitement washes over me as I step into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. I twist my deep burgandy hair into an intricate braid, pinning it against the back of my head and sweep my bangs off to the side. Applying a small amount of makeup, just enought to darken and excentuate my already vibrant green eyes, I stare into the mirror at my reflection. Good enough. I think after a few moments of studying myself. I rush over to my closet and slip into black pants and a black tank top. I toss my First Order uniform jacket over my arm, as usual avoiding putting it on until I absolutely have to wear the uncomfortable thing, and bolt out the door toward one of the rarely used offices he's asked me to meet him in.

As I reach the end of the hall, nearing the door, I notice two stormtroopers standing guard. Curious as to why they would be patrolling this area so early, I slow my pace.

"Captain Hux," The less than confident voice of one trooper begins. "The General has asked us to bring you directly to him this morning. It's a matter of extreme urgency."

"Extreme urgency?" I mimic, raising an eyebrow. "You can tell Gener-" My smart ass remark is cut short by a gloved hand grasping my left shoulder.

"That won't be necessary." Kylo Ren chimes in from behind me. His masked, cold voice leaving neither Trooper with the guts to stand their ground. "You may tell General Hux that my apprentice and I will be training in this wing from here on out."

Without another word, he pushes passed the two men, into the room, gesturing for me to follow. I do so as quickly as my feet will take me. The automatic doors behind us close with a loud rush of air, and i shuffle to adorn my uniform jacket, silently cursing myself for not putting it on before leaving my quarters. Idiot idiot idiot!

"You do not need that." He speaks, turning to face me. I look up at the black, shining mask covering his face. "You are no longer a member of the First Order's military."

"I'm not?" I question, furrowing my brows.

"Of course not. I, and my apprentice alike, act outside of the military rankings. The control your brother so desperately seeks through uniformity and hierarchy does not apply to us." He reaches up as he speaks, grasping the sides of his helmet. With a hiss of air rushing from the inner workings of the helmet, he slips it off his head.

He's human? I think, examining his appearance in a less than subtle way. His hair is the first thing i notice. Thick, dark waves just brushing his shoulders, accenting perfectly the curve of his strong jawline. My gaze drifts from his jaw, to his full lips and up to his brown eyes. They have a sort of frightening intensity to them but I sense something softer underneath the surface. His eyes meet mine and the same flair of electricity from our first meeting rushes through my body.

"The force is connecting us." Ren states simply, answering my unasked question.

"Oh..?" I murmur, uncertain what I'm expected to say. "That's possible?"

He places his helmet on a nearby bench, dropping it with a thud before nodding to me. "Its common for a master and apprentice. It will strengthen over time, as our trust for one another grows." His eyes trail around the space and I follow his gaze around our surroundings. What was once an officer's work space, has now been transformed into a training room.

"There is a large StormTrooper training center already on the Finalizor, Commander."

"Master." He corrects, wandering through the room, seemingly assessing it himself. "I'm aware. However, this will serve our purposes much better." With a quick turn he tosses a light saber to me. I struggle, but manage to catch it without making too much of a fool out of myself. "We'll start with combat, as your military training should have you prepared for this. Once I'm satisfied with your ability to fight, we will move on to harnessing the force inside of you."

I ignite the lightsaber, staring up at it as bright blue illuminates my skin. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Blue? Master Ren, this isn't your weapon." I inspect it as i speak, internally questioning why a dark Jedi like himself would have a lightsaber so similar to the legendary Luke Skywalker.

"That weapon is very old. It will do for now, until you make your own. Do not let any harm come to it." He growls, advancing toward me with his own flickering red lightsaber drawn.

With a nod, I twirl the weapon in my hand and step closer to him. Let's do this.