Terra was devoid of the usual planet life, a ball of dirt and clay with tall columns of stalagmites instead of trees, and the moon had formed with microorganisms producing vast amounts of oxygen after taking in the toxins as energy. The Supreme Leader found it an odd choice at first for the General to pick, however, the stalagmites gave ample cover; after all he had hardly been honest to his word. His command ship was packed with two units of troopers who scattered into cover. His goal wasn't any negotiations. Rey would be nearby he just knew it whether his so called mother knew it or not, and he would use her to draw the scavenger out. Kylo Ren stood alone in the clearing his impatience growing as no ships came through the sky, but the force drew his attention across the clearing.
General Organa of the Resistance didn't appear as aged and desperately clinging to life as he had seen in the vision. She walked with purpose and aplomb, a blaster at her hip. It made him chuckle as his saber was a mere beckoning away. The General came to a halt a healthy fifteen feet away. Kylo Ren could sense in his delight that she was not alone.
He wasn't sure how the girl was hiding herself but they had made this too easy.
"Gen-" he started.
"You'll forgive me if we skip the meaningless greetings." Leia began, "I came here to discuss terms and anything more than that is unacceptable."
Kylo Ren grinned, and a part of him wondered if she was this shrewd as a senator.
"Isn't there something more you want?" he taunted, "My return to the light?"
This didn't phase Leia,
"I have said what I came here for. If you intend to keep disavowing your original request. I will leave."
He had her now,
"Who says I'd let you leave?" his lip curled. She looked over his shoulder seeing a trooper's blaster peek at them.
"This isn't going to go how you think." Leia held a slight grin.
Kylo shook his head given into an genuine out right laugh, "Your little beam of light may be stronger mother but not strong enough to take on all that I have waiting," He took a pause long enough for Leia to start a reply when his right hand snapped upward forcing the air gradually out of her, "And not strong enough to save you at the same time." Kylo Ren threw the old woman to the ground.
The moment she hit the ground a crystalized shimmer enveloped the area next to the General. His hand still outstretch called for his saber, but it wasn't quick enough. A savage scream came from the ripple in space and an orange beam came out like a whip slicing through the flesh and bone of his right hand. The great and powerful Supreme Leader fell to his knees boggled at the missing appendage, it's instant cauterisation, and the pure anguish of pain that came with the wound. Above him towered a woman he thought dead. Before he could scream to open fire the same beam of light flew past his face towards the unit. His body, not of his own accord, pivoted to view the scene as the orange speck hacked through his units. It was almost beautiful. Anger over took him as he used the pain of his injury to call his saber with his left hand. He whipped around expecting to face a defenseless woman, but a blue electrified light was circling around her. She stood like a battle ready angel returned from the dead, this took him back; the only thing reminiscent of her were the violet iris. This vision before him was bathed in light.
"You-you died!" He yelled furiously, "I saw it." his voice seemed to weaken even for a moment.
"I guess it didn't stick." oh her voice was the same, wicked, full of sarcasm and hate. The Supreme leader could sense the other troopers dropping like flies, and he couldn't face this ghost not in his current state. He faded back on his left foot and met eyes with her. Slowly a plan was forming in his mind-; he had to keep her talking.
"Nyx…" He started almost in a whisper, "How'd you do it? Come back…" His steps were ever so menial.
"Call me Nyx one more time you lose the other hand, and don't think I don't notice you trying to slink out of this." She leaned down feeling the General's pulse, "Am I not who you expected? I'm sure Rey would have been more … forgiving then I." She motioned to the severed hand.
His brow furrowed, "You were the teacher."
"Were? From where I'm standing I still am." ever word dripped like venom. His confusion only masked by the excruciating pain radiating from his arm. He noticed all the scars flecking her skin, and to her slim physique.
"What happened to the child you were carrying?" His genuine tone took her off guard.
"You mean the abomination that Snoke convinced me to conceive with you?" Calliope turned to him lifting her tunic ever so slightly revealing a deep scar going from hip to hip, "Gone."
The orange beam returned to her now and they formed effortlessly into sabers. He was utterly alone now.
Every moment Calliope spent her in her shadowed form the more the darkside called to her. But her confidence was superseding the need for power that the evil whispers promised. She knew what he was doing, and all Calliope had to do was wait for the right moment. Calliope couldn't do it in front of Leia; it was still her son and as many times as she said that he wasn't anymore-she didn't believe that. Anakin's hazy form was with her.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" he asked placing himself between her and Kyo Ren.
"You told me yourself he was too far gone." She replied. Anakin hesitantly nodded,
"If you deem it right, and in your soul you know the war can only be ended with his life… then do it."
Calliope knew he was trying to draw Rey out, and the surprise she was about to give him would-. She was thrown from the thought as his actions drew more fury from her than she anticipated. Leia's body slammed to the ground, and the force pulled Calliope from her mirrored dimension. Lashing out she didn't regret the hand she had taken from him. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, it hurt. This was something she was determined to do, and now she felt two pieces pulling at her. She saw their son in his eyes, but also the darkness emanating around him. The first part told her to end him here and now, while the other implored that he was helpless and therefore it was wrong. Anakin stood in the background. Hovering over his grandson unable to commune with him. Calliope replied to all of his inquiries with utter severity which the man deserved. When her kyber crystal returned to her hand it was time to make a decision. Then as if answering Anakin's question, the star destroyer above them jumped into hyperspace abandoning their Supreme Leader. This mwelling wounded man before her … his death would not lead to the end of the First Order.
