"Bring me the girl." Order supreme leader Snoke. He sits on his throne, elevated a few steps above the flat form of his ship. His icy glare casts on the young Kylo Ren who kneels with one knee before him. Kylo's breathing ragged with the artificial hum of his mask.  The supreme leader hiss, his breath carries with anger and disappointment. Kylo didn't look up, nor did he answer.