CPOV

It has been 2 days, 13 hours, and 16, 17, 18 seconds since I have been in this tiny room and its attached bathroom. I have never been into a confinement of any kind, but this, this was a living hell, being trapped with literally no way out of the small cell. The only company so far has been the service droids that come for my food, medical needs, and laundry.

Recently, Kylo Ren had sent me a training uniform for me to wear during training. Any day now, would be nice. I was impatient. It was my nature. Being patient is something Luke never could get through my indestructible skull. But I waited.

Every night for my meals I waited, every morning and noon, every day for a chime to go off when to shower, waiting for the laundry to finish so I could change into cleaner clothing. Waiting for him to strut in here and start teaching me, because according to him, I was being taught one way or another.

Now I sit, pondering with my thoughts, on the floor cross-legged and my eyes shut. I needed to practice expanding my senses. One day, my sight will fail in an attempt for someone to kidnap me, being ready is key. I focused steadily on my breathing. I felt my sense of touch increase around the room like an expanding shield generator. I felt the bubble comb over everything object in my little cell and a little bit out into the hallway. I felt the air shift as I breathed in and out. I felt the dust mites swarming and swaying gently in the cell's atmosphere. I could fell the cement floor beneath me to be above another room, I could even feel the two storm troopers guarding my cell. I retracted the sense and focused on the next. Smell.

It took more to expand smell than touch. Touch was a bubble, something that we are born with as a stimuli, it was natural. Smell was different, artificial. Learning to identify a particular smell and noting it's source as it is locked in your memory, is hard. I tried focusing on my surroundings. The concept of smell, identification. Suddenly, as I tapped into this feeling, I could smell like a true Artician. Like a tracker. I smelt the fragrant of soaps and shampoos that smelt of Malreaux Roses. The scent of lingering cinnamon from Kylo Ren's departure 2 days ago. The familiar smell of metallic of the cell door that confined me here. I took a few more deep breaths. This was comfortable, relaxing, tapping into my senses and learning to be patient.

I opened my eyes and accustomed myself again to sight as I tried to expand my sense of touch without closing my eyes. I focused on the feel of the air shifting, turning, twisting as I breathed in harmony and at peace with myself and mind. After a moment I felt a familiar wave of energy as I completed this personal task. As I accomplished this little victory, I felt more in tune with my Wolf side. Keeping a hold of my sight in tact and touch, I added smell. I focused on the smell of the Rose scents from the bathroom and again I felt the wave of energy spread from the room. It was quiet as except for my breathing, which was paying off, quiet offered concentration, and it was paying off well.

Next was sound. The hardest. I know, sound waves travel through mediums because they're mechanical waves, but sound is difficult for wolf species. Since we have sensitive hearing, sound isn't as amplified as my other senses should be, so doing this, would help me a lot. Then I had to focus on hearing laughter, true happy laughter. The first thought that came to mind was my best friend Rey.

She was from Jakku, so we think. She doesn't remember much about life before Jakku, but I can relate to her. I have never met another member of my species, never been back home to my home planets because according to Luke Skywalker, it had been destroyed by the Order. I only know about my species through archives on Coruscant, and through Luke and Leia.

The honest only memory I had of my life before Jedi training was the vision I had while in the room, being threatened while tied down to a chair. I could still hear Reys laugh bouncing around in my head happily, as we joked like we would on the Falcon when we first were introduced to each other. At this memory, I felt the wave of energy crash over me and throughout the room. My eyes shut while concentrating on the sense, I slowly opened them, holding onto the connection to the sense as I opened my eyes to all my senses.

They weren't expanded to their true limit and potential, but enough so I may have an idea about my surrounding inside and outside of the cell. Breathing in once more. I let the connection drop, but I mentally bookmarked the feeling of my senses expanded.

I stood from my position on the floor and walked over onto the bed. They washed the sheets every 3 days and they too smelt of Malreaux Roses. Simple white and creme sheets nothing special. But I laid back onto the bed and I felt the presence of another in the room with me. I snapped my body up and against the wall ready to attack in hand-to-hand combat. That jerk never gave me back my saberstaff, and he took the blaster pistol out of my combat boots.

All this to find out it was the Devil himself. He looked at me, maskless, I noticed. He was showing no emotion through his face or eyes, but I could feel he was shocked.

"What were you doing in here?" He asked amazed. I stood from my fighting position and looked at him rolling my eyes.

"I thought you got lost or something, cause you never came back, so I assumed you weren't interested." I said laying back onto the bed without a care.

"Miss me?" He asked apparently amused by this acquisition. I heard his walk across the room towards me. I sat up, not trusting him. As I did he stopped with his hands up in surrender, but he couldn't fool me, no one could.

"Actually no. It would have been perfect, I wouldn't have to be trained in the dark side." I said, I had to think that one through for a good comeback. Looks like I've lost my edge thanks to this situation.

"Was that you who gave off the signature?" He asked adding more to his original question.

"I was expanding my senses," I explained. What, why did I just tell him that?!

"Did it work?" What kind of question was that?!

"Obviously, or you wouldn't be here now would you?" I replied already fed up with him, and he has only been in this room for 5 minutes.

"You don't understand, I felt that energy wave all the way on the other side of the base at my quarters," He explained. He looked up at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. He is the only Force-Sensitive here anyway, why should I care.

"You should care, one day, you will at least." He remarked. I gritted my teeth again.

"Like when you cared when you betrayed Luke's academy. Like when you left your family behind. Like when you put that mask on, and constantly hide behind it, because you are guilty." I shouted back. Too far, I thought. He started shaking In anger, and though I didn't fear him, he did look a bit scary. I had seen Luke angry. This was nothing. I hit a nerve. I smirked, now I knew what subject he didn't like very much.

"I didn't come here for a guilt trip. I came for a warning. The more you give off energy like that, the more people on the ship will want to steal you away from here." He said hardly before turning away and storming out, closing the door behind him.

I didn't want to admit it but he was right. I didn't want to get caught by that General that everyone hates so much. I couldn't remember his name.

Han? No.

Box? Nah.

I really couldn't remember his name, hah.

'Hux?' Yes that! He was creepy.

'Get out Ren,' I felt him leave but I could feel him laughing a little.

Hux. I don't want him to find out about me. I just have a feeling, that if he finds out I'm here, he would stop at nothing just to get rid of me, or kill me.

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