I snuggled up in my bed after Tuesday's training and was moments from a deep sleep when I heard a harsh pounding on the door. Before I could get out of bed I heard the door being shoved open. The heavy footsteps of my intruder came closer and closer and by the time Kylo Ren had swung open my bedroom door I was crouched with my staff in hand. His outfit blended in so well with the darkness that consumed my room that he was tough to see, but the faint light caught the lighter detailing in his helmet and it glinted slightly.

"Master Ren?" I mumbled, red and embarrassed that he kept appearing while I was in bed and ill-prepared.

"Why are you never ready when I arrive? Do you not sense my impending presence through the Force?" He scolded. Admittedly, I had felt his signature, but since it was a constant feeling I had pushed it to the back of my mind in search of sleep.

It was odd, however, that he knew I was aware of his proximity. In an ordinary situation I would think he could sense my signature, however Kylo Ren was rarely around me enough to have noticed it. I only saw his because he was the Master of the Knights, my leader.

"I-I apologize, I will dress as quickly as possible." I fumbled around my area and grabbed my materials.

"What might be the reason for your visit, Master?" I asked.

"Your training begins tonight."

...

My helmet clunked around on my head as I followed Ren into the gym reserved for commander training. The commander's gym included a full weight room, a fighting mat, and a track surrounding it all. It was a similar set up to the main gym, but was smaller and lacked resources like a pool and practice dummy variety. There was a glass door in the very back of the gym that lead into an agility chamber. It was late, and there weren't any others in the gym. I followed Master Ren onto the fighting mat and nearly lost my breath.

As Kylo Ren stepped onto the mat he had taken off his mask and was currently running his hand through his long, dark hair as he searched the room. His thick lips pursed slightly, and when his dark eyes flicked over me I had to thank my helmet a thousand times for hiding the color that had filled my cheeks. He was so human, and so different than I had expected, and so... easy on the eyes.

"Leave your staff here. " He grumbled. I had half expected his voice filter to also be a translator for some dialect of which I had never heard. That was the second thing I had expected, where the first was that his face was made of red goo.

"Y-yes Master" I mumbled as I pulled it from its ties on my back. I placed it on the the mat as he turned and motioned toward the glass door.

I climbed ropes, scaled platforms, and averted countless obstacles that made three hours of training feel like thirty. By the third completion of the full course I was completely exhausted. Daily training and all of this agility had drained me of almost all of my energy. As I climbed the most treacherous wall for the third time, he spoke. He hadn't spoken since we had entered the room, all he had done to communicate with me was turn on the agility course and point towards it when he wanted me to go through it again.

"That's enough. You clearly have no problems with this." He said as his eyes looked over my figure as sweat began to darken the cloth parts of my suit.

"Go into the gym. Run on the track until I tell you to stop." He decided.

I ended up running six miles while he stood by the start line and watched. I found myself stripping off most of my heavier equipment as I ran, leaving me with my helmet, a thin synthetic long sleeve, leggings, and boots. Kylo Ren hadn't said anything as my armor fell.

I was covered in sweat and I was close to removing my helmet when I heard him grumble.

"Stop." I turned to him as I crossed the mile line, my chest heaving. I was physically and mentally exhausted, and it was extremely late. His fist clenched slightly at his side.

"Fighting mat." He muttered. As I walked to the mat I tried to find air, which resulted in my removal of my helmet as I picked up my staff from its resting place on the ground. I tossed my helmet to the ground and ran my hands over my buns, adjusting them with a mix of my fingers and the Force. I felt a slight spark in the back of my mind and looked over at the dark figure that had appeared on the other side of the mat. He pulled a dark, metallic tube from his hip and ignited a sparking red lightsaber. It's glow lit up the entire room and I felt goosebumps greet my sweat as I realized that all I had to defend myself from the most terrifying weapon in the galaxy was a staff.

My staff was no ordinary staff. It was forged from phrik but was not quite the electrostaffs from many years ago. It's design was more ribbed and it did not emit electricity. Before I was picked up from Jakku, I had a plasteel staff that I used to defend myself when other scavengers would attempt to take my parts. When the First Order found me, they quickly replaced my staff with one that would deflect blaster bullets. I did not complain.

He practically pounced on me. I was constantly dodging his blade and his body, his motions too quick for me to make any attacks. He would lunge at me and I would jump aside, then before I could take a shot he would lunge again. This went on for several minutes until I managed to jump around him and jab his back with my staff. It only took moments for him to Force push me away from him and send my body flying against the wall. I struggled up from the ground onto my knees, my chest pounding and my shoulder aching. I climbed to my feet and dodged Ren again.

After a few minutes of dodging, he began to quicken his pace. Suddenly I found myself moving faster than I've ever moved, I was constantly jumping aside and sweeping under his blade. It became too quick, so much so that I dipped too low and fell on my back. I laid there for a while as his blade moved dangerously close to the left side of my face. When he retracted it, I shut my eyes and searched for enough oxygen to stand. I sat up and looked up at him, and he looked into my eyes for a moment and took a step back. I slowly got to my feet and tried to find a defensive stance when he shook his head once.

"This is all for today. You don't have to go to training tomorrow, just find your way here at noon and we'll do some Force training." I barely nodded as he picked up his helmet from where it rested on the ground and clicked it onto his head. I tried to commit his face to memory as his mask whirred into place.

"You are dismissed." His voice box squeaked out.