Commander Ren entered Snoke's room with haste. The Supreme Leader wasn't in the best of moods after being made to wait that was sure but he was hoping that perhaps Hux had managed to calm down the situation prior to his arrival.
Kylo bent a knee in respect as he bowed before the enlarged hologram of his disfigured master. Hux was still in the room explaining details of the newly acquired female when Snoke interrupted the General to beckon Ren closer. Hux shot an icy glare at the Commander as he stood level with him.
"Supreme Leader," Kylo removed his helmet; a head of black curls shook free from their confinement as he placed it beside his feet.
"Kylo Ren..." The image of Snoke boomed into the echoing room. "What are your first impressions on the girl?"
"I see potential," Kylo replied. "She thinks she's here on strength and merit alone. She is unaware of her true potential."
Hux wanted to frown but thought better of it than doing so in front of the Supreme Leader. "Care to elaborate, Ren? Forgive me but some people on this ship do not possess the same hidden talents as you." At any given opportunity Hux would try to make Ren look a fool in front of their Superior and each time Ren had to fight the urge to strangle him there and then.
Kylo shot a glance at Hux and explained, "Had the girl had proper Jedi training she would indeed be one with the force."
Hux's face fell into resolution, It all made sense now. The interest in what would have been any old normal female; the no expense spared for purchasing her from Narron, even the strict security surrounding her should have given the game away. If Alma was anything like Ren then they would be constantly fixing holes in the ship and living in anticipation of her violent outbursts.
"What if she doesn't succumb to her training?" Hux probed.
"She has no emotional ties anywhere therefore, no drive to escape. What other choice does she have other than submitting?" Kylo returned his gaze back onto Snoke.
"Correct, Ren." Snoke praised. "If we can get the girl to submit herself fully over to the First Order then we have a good chance at ridding the Resistance once and for all. They are ever closer to finding out where Skywalker is hiding..."
It was early when Alma woke. She couldn't remember how or when she finally nodded off but as she rubbed her eyes wearily, she felt like hadn't rested properly in days, her eyes felt puffy from crying and her mouth was dry. There wasn't a clock in her room but if she had to hazard a guess she guessed it was early. Her body clock was so used to waking up at sunrise on Narron that she just automatically assumed it would translate over to her new life on the Finalizer. She quickly showered and dressed in her new black wardrobe courtesy of the First Order; a black long sleeved shirt and some black pants with a pair of slightly oversized boots. She made careful work as to not knock the already bruised parts of her flesh as she slid the clothing over her porcelain skin.
A service droid had delivered her breakfast and Alma made light work of clearing her plate. She hadn't realised how hungry she actually was until the smell of the food hit her nostrils. It had been some time since she had had a decent meal and one that satiated her.
When Captain Phasma came by to collect her, Alma was in the process of stretching out her ligaments in prep for whatever the First Order was going to throw at her. Phasma led her down various corridors of the ship, each more identical to the last. Alma tried to make a mental note on where she was going just in case the opportunity was there to make a valiant attempt at escape but gave up when she lost count at how many corners they rounded. They passed Hux on their way to the training room; he seemed to be leading a group of officers tapping wildly behind their terminals. His voice was both loud and commanding as he chastised a neighbouring worker for their neglectful duties. When he caught sight of Phasma and Alma his grimace turned into a smug smile as he called to them.
"I look forward to reading the after report of your session with Commander Ren later, Miss Traft. Let's hope it doesn't disappoint."
Alma swallowed thickly. Training with Commander Ren? That thing with the mask? Oh no. She could just about handle the possibility of using Stormtroopers as punching bags or even at a push, Captain Phasma but here was something so eerily creepy about the Commander that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Commander Ren wasn't in the training room when they arrived. Alma was instructed to wait alone whilst Phasma stood guard outside the door.
The training room was just like everything else on the ship; clean, mechanical and clinical. There was a long wide window on the far adjacent wall as she entered the room and a mirror to the left. High ceilings bore bright white fluorescent lights that were almost giving Alma a headache. As if to entertain herself slightly she began to hum quietly as she shifted her weight from each of her legs. There was an uncomfortable sense of foreboding as she waited for the ever infamous Commander to grace her with his presence. He's probably doing this on purpose. Get me nervous so he can catch me off guard. As if on some perfect cue the door to the training room opened and along with a cold draft came with the ever silent Commander Ren with his cape billowing behind him. He stomped over towards Alma like he was already ready for combat.