Sleep did not come easily in my new bed. Although my new room was almost identical to that of Kylo's, I found myself unable to relax and grow comfortable.

After a pair of troopers delivered a late supper to my cabin, Kylo ceased his telepathic conversations with me. It was then that the uneasiness began to fill my mind. Over the last forty-eight hours prior, I had been kidnapped, threatened, tortured, and restrained in a holding cell on more than one occasion. However, it wasn't until Kylo had sent me away to room 22088 that I had ever truly felt alone on the Finalizer.

I laid awake for hours, unsure of what the morning would bring. I was in no way eager to begin my "training" with Kylo, no matter what it entailed.

When sleep finally took over, I was plagued with night terrors. Visions of a young Ben Solo, my home planet of Peiamu, and my less-than-pleasant past continually made an appearance in my dreams. What little slumber I got was ruined by a continuous cycle of nightmares.

After waking up for the fifth time, I decided that it was no longer worth the effort to try to go back to sleep. Being the early morning, there wasn't that much more sleep to get.

Instead, I turned onto my side and stared out the enormous window to my right. I watched the distant stars faintly twinkle, as if acknowledging my attention. Although I could still hear the constant hum that the engine of the ship made, I figured that we must have been merely drifting through space.

I wondered, for a moment, if the Finalizer had any place to go.

Staring at the window seemed to put me in a trance - one that I immediately snapped out of when a knock sounded at the door.

Cautiously, I slipped my feet over the edge of the bed; prepared to run if need be.

"Come in."

In marched yet another pair of Stormtroopers. I was beginning to get sick of those white and black suits. The two nodded at me before speaking.

"We have your breakfast. Master Ren has requested that we tell you to be ready for your training in less than one hour."

My eyes must have looked like dinner plates. An hour? It couldn't have been but 5:30 a.m.

I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It read 5:03.

"Is he crazy?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

I expected a laugh. A chuckle, maybe. Instead, the troopers were silent.

I took it as a yes.

When the two troopers left, I took a look at the food they had delivered. Although my stomach was rumbling at the site of breakfast, I suddenly felt unbearably queasy. Stomach acid crawled its way up my esophagus, choking me from the inside. My anxiety about the day's upcoming events were making me sick.

I had spent so long hiding from the First Order's grasp. It had always been in the back of my mind: the possibility that they would want to train me in the dark side of the force. And yet there I was, about to begin said training.

There was simply no way that I could eat.

Instead, I focused my attention on looking for a change of clothing. Although Kylo had never specified exactly what type of training we would be doing, I figured my best bet was to go with athletic clothing.

After digging around in the closet, I found a shirt and pair of pants that I deemed appropriate for exercise. I had apparently been provided with three different shoes, although each of them seemed to be different sizes. I found that the second pair I had tried on – a set of plain, black boots – fit the best.

After picking out my wardrobe, I was left with a new problem – waiting. My room had the basic necessities, but nothing to entertain myself. And worse, nothing to distract myself from my unsettled nerves. I would have killed for a book to read, or even a piece of paper to scribble on. But there seemed to be nothing worth fiddling with in the entire cabin.

I decided to make the bed as a way to pass time. Lazily, I straightened out the sheets and tucked the edges around the mattress. After smoothing out the wrinkles, I then moved on to the rather fluffy comforter, straightening it out on the large bed.

My heart nearly skipped a beat when another knock sounded at the door. When it quickly opened, I expected Kylo to march in. Instead, it was yet another set of Stormtroopers.

"Yes?" I huffed, patting a dent out of one of the pillows.

The trooper on the left cleared his throat. "We've been sent to escort you into Combat Room A."

Combat Room? I was taken back a bit at that. However, something else had taken my interest.

"Your voice sounds familiar," I remarked, looking at the soldier. I squinted my eyes a bit, thinking. "Are you both the same troopers that came in here an hour ago?"

They were both silent.

I sighed. "Okay, let's get this over with."

Something felt different about being escorted through the ship without Kylo (or without being dragged around by General Hux and his minions, for that matter). Large groups of Stormtroopers marched down the hallway, some fully suited and some without helmets. It was the ones without helmets that really caught my attention, for they were really the only people besides Kylo and Hux whose faces I had seen. It humanized the Stormtroopers a bit more to know that there really were living, breathing humans behind those helmets.

That being said, even the troopers without helmets stared straight ahead. Not a single one directed their gaze at me. When previously walking with Kylo, I could feel stares on my back every time we passed by a group.

As my two escorts and I made our way down another hallway, a large group of Stormtroopers came into view. They marched in a polished formation, and were led by an individual wearing a silver-colored uniform.

Something about the group's leader put a bad feeling in my stomach. Nervously I looked away, hoping that the three of us could continue down the hallway without much trouble. The cramp in my gut only grew tighter as the figure halted their group of Stormtroopers. I watched out of the corner of my eye as all members of the troop stopped on a dime.

I said a quick prayer as we approached the group, intent on passing them from the left. However, the prayer proved fruitless as the silver-colored soldier outstretched their arm, signaling for the Stormtroopers on either side of me to halt. Instantly, they stopped. Suddenly, being in "Combat Room A" sounded much more appealing.

I gulped.

"GR – 2199, GR-2198," the individual spoke. It was definitely the voice of a female.

The troopers beside me both saluted the woman before us. "Captain Phasma," they greeted in unison.

A captain? Oh, great.

The entire hallway was silent for a moment. The Phasma woman slowly walked up to me, not stopping until there was only two feet of distance between us. I watched as she looked me up and down, as if searching for clues to my identity.

The woman was intimidating, standing at least six feet tall. Upon further inspection, her suit seemed to be a Stormtrooper uniform created out of some sort of recycled metal. She wore a black and red cape, displaying the colors of the First Order.

"Allevra, isn't it?" She asked, cocking her head.

I struggled to formulate a sentence.

"Yes," I managed to reply.

She looked around for a moment, seemingly in deep thought.

"I've been told you have an affinity with the force. Is this true?"

I didn't know how to answer. Was this something I could just tell people willy-nilly? Did I even know?

"Um-"

"Not sure, huh?" I could hear the scrutiny in her voice; the smirk on her lips. "I thought it was more of a 'yes or no' question."

I pursed my lips. It had been a long, long time since I'd had such an awkward introduction. The Captain's personality told me that she was a very blunt person; a blunt answer would have to do.

"Yes," I began, my voice almost too loud. "I am force sensitive."

The hallway was dead silent again.

"Well, that's good," she laughed. "I would've hoped so, what with all the work that was put into finding you."

My grimace only grew worse. "How long did you look?"

Again came a sly laugh. "Hard to say. Master Ren was very set on locating you. After all, there aren't a lot of force-users left. You're aware of that, I'm sure. You should consider it a blessing. Kylo Ren is perhaps the most powerful force-user in the entire Universe."

I wanted the throw up. I really, really wanted to throw up. Most of all, I wanted it to land all over Captain Phasma's glistening shoes. Ben Solo had grown up to be "perhaps the most powerful force-user in the entire Universe," and there I was, about to step into a combat room with him.

"So I've heard."

A/N: Sup guys! Sorry that the updates have been so bad. Not only has my family started a new business, but my laptop went ka-poot and had to be fixed. However, I'm back! Thanks so much for your continued support. And please, leave reviews/comments and PM me if you have ideas, comments, or just really liked the chapter! Promise to update much sooner next time. XOXO –Alexa M.