And, here we go again! I've published another story as well for all of you Marvel' s Agents of SHIELD fans! :) SO I' m working on several stories at once right now, bu worry not! I still love this story and have so many plans for it! (insert evil laugh here). So many plans!

-D.

Jae was awake. Too much power. Screaming. At war with itself. She gasped and rolled off the bed; bare skin stung as it hit the ground. But that was full of power too. Writhing, seething, searing. She lept to her feet and roared in frustration, releasing a neutralizing blast, cracking the walls and caving the floor in an inch. She quieted and listened. Silence.

She muttered to herself angrily and wandered about the room picking up her articles of clothing from around the room, finding many of them in the shower, still sopping wet. She pulled them on anyways. Cold, clammy. Better.

She wandered again...counted the steps across the room. Twenty-three. She beat the wall for a while, warming herself up...stopped before she broke anything though. She didn't want to break her hands today. Not today. She had the dual today. Excitement.

She had waited for this moment for so long. So long. She wanted victory, she wanted rage, she wanted to slaughter, she wanted out of this room. Now. His power was driving her mad. Confliction.

She stalked out to get a glass of water, then she would find his cell and they would duel. She glanced at the man pinned next to her door frame and blinked in surprise. She'd forgotten she'd pinned him there with her force. Dried tears stained his face and the blood was dried brown across his chest. Gross.

"Please-"He pleaded weakly, "Please let me go."

She stared, smiled sweetly, "Okay."

She snapped his neck and grinned. Pain.

She let his body fall to the ground. Continued on. Needed water. And Master. Now.

Metal was waiting for her in the mess hall. She instructed her as to where to find water, explained the conference tech was in place, it was ready for her dual, the other knights were arrived and waiting in the conference room, General Hux regretted to inform her that he would not be able to meet with her, he had an emergency meeting. Liar.

She laughed. She could smell the lie. The Captain bristled. Jae drank. The water was cooling and icy. It froze the red, snapping dragon in her veins and she sighed. She liked it, it was frigid and warm. She hummed in contentment. Today she became Master. Today was the first of the three battles; physical, force, and combination. But her opponent was blind and deaf. Weak

If she killed him in the first dual she won the title instantaneously. Unfortunately the first one was the physical, she knew she could crush his force, no one resisted her force, but she was not certain about the physical. They say he's a giant. As powerful physically as in his force. She however could see and hear. She would make it quick and swift, before he had time to collect himself. Efficient.

She pulled the water like puss from a wound. Greedily, readily, needy. She then followed the Metal Captain down a maze of corridors wondering vaguely about her broken-brained counter-part, Red. The Captain was anxious, but not in an unfamiliar way. Anxious in a practiced way. Something happened last night that always happens, but never becomes alright. Curious.

The other knights were all there and nodded to her in greeting and respect. Respect.

She counted them.

Dante Ren. The Monk.

Maverick Ren. The Heavy.

Parca Ren. The Witch.

Furia and Zevach Ren. The Huntress and Executioner. They were together, of course. Their force bond hummed anxiously between them, like it did whenever she was near them. She sneered at them as Zevach shifted his weight inconspicuously to better back his mate. Furia reacted to him fluidly, letting her powerful shoulders glide into place in front of his. She hated lovers. Loathed.

Rafiq Ren, The Armory, was predictably hovering near Wincen, The Sniper, as she passed them. He always clung to his abuser and protector like a leech and it merely fed the Sniper's massive esteem and ego. It wafted around the two of them like the stench of rotting flesh and she gave Wincen a nod-he still a force to be reckoned with- and ignored Rafiq completely. As soon as another force sensitive was found he would be replaced. They all knew it. Wincen, however, was one of her most well-rounded Knights. He was supposed to be the chosen one before Kylo Ren had come in. There had been a rivalry between the two...and anyone who had the endurance to maintain a rivalry with the Master was a valuable asset and a leering liability. After she killed the Master she'd have to decide whether to keep or dispose of Wincen. For now she tried to maintain a tolerable relation with him. Temporary.

Sorhen Ren. He didn't have a title yet. He was seventeen, merely three years her elder and began training a few weeks after her. Her face twitched when she saw him...unsure of how it was supposed to respond to him. Was she supposed to sneer? Smile? Stare? Avoid? Heat? Cool? She twitched. And then passed him. An unfamiliar heat that only Sorhen evoked from her flushing her neck and pooling somewhere within her. She didn't understand it. Twitch.

And then she was at the door.

"The walls will remain open for viewing." The Captain monotoned, flicking a few switches so the cell doors shimmered and flickered transparently revealing the two force sensitive occupants inside. A small, non-human was sitting in the center of the cell, glaring at the camera in the corner. A large, but bone-thin human male was curled up a few feet to her left. She felt the collective disquieting in the force behind her as the others took in the appearance of their Master. She grit her teeth. Their old master. History.

It disturbed them to see their once to formidable and terrifying Master curled up naked and broken on a cell floor without access to his Force. Every one of them was afraid of him...even Wincen. They all hated but respected him as the most powerful of all of them. She was the most powerful of them now. She would show them. Cowards.

Except Sorhen. Sorhen was indifferent. He, like her, never new the Master. He would only know her as Master. Twitch.

"...the Sith-built walls will absorb your force upon entering,"Was the Captain still talking? She hated the Loyal Beast. "-so you won't be able to access it once in the cell. But as soon as you exit you will recharge-"

"Shut up." Jae snapped, undoing the straps and latches of her damp clothing and dressing down to her bindings and undercloth. She had to be on the equal physical level as her opponent for the dual to remain sacred. They all watched impassively. Sohren watched impassively. Twitch.

"Jae." Master Snoke's hologram flickered to life within the cell and the door slide open. She entered, shivering as her strength was drained. Ready.

"Master, today I will kill the traitor for you and take the mantle of Master of the Knights of Ren upon myself." Set.

Snoke sat back in his throne with a bemused smile on his torn face. The little creature was shaking Kylo Ren-he didn't even deserve that title anymore, Prince. He was a weak, sniveling coward. A useless cripple. A Traitor and a Thief. Kylo Ren; Prince Ren, died ages ago, this spirit possessing his body was shameful and pitiful. Looking at him now she didn't think he'd last five minutes in dual with her. Decrepit.

"You underestimate, Jae. You always underestimate." Snoke said with a twisted grin, settling in for the entertainment of their dual. Amused.

Silence.

Better.

Excitement.

Confliction.

Gross.

Pain.

Now.

Liar.

Weak.

Efficient.

Curious.

Respect.

Loathed.

Temporary.

Twitch.

History.

Cowards.

Twitch.

Twitch.

Ready.

Set.

Decrepit.

Amused.

Rage painted her bones and she longed for it to feed her force. The Supreme doubted her competency. She turned on her wan Master with a snarl and left at him, his small companion barely diving out of the way as she threw the man to the ground.

Kill.