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'Just because you have the ability to speak, does not make you intelligent.'

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KYLO REN

"Lord Ren..."
Snoke's deep throated voice sent prickly chills down to the pit of my stomach.

Fear, this is fear.

Angry heat engulfs my skin, boiling the sweat at my temples and under that, my blood. "Yes, Supreme Leader?" I ask, hesitation flooding my tone.

"I have someone for you to meet."

Stepping from the shadows the one of who Snoke speaks of reveals himself to me in the glowing blue of the holo projection light. Snoke towered over us, leaning forward in his chiseled throne with a snarl growing increasingly more wicked on his ruptured features.

"This is Darth Gath," Snoke tilts his head towards the tall dark, cloaked figure standing before me expressionless.

He wore a jet black helmet with sleek cheekbones and dark glassed over eyes. A peaking corner sunk down to the nose breather that emitted long slow breaths. The face of the helmet strikes a cord with me, a memory. Darth Vader. Although unlike Vader in cyborg form, he still beat me in height by a few inches. A rugged black cape is draped over his shoulder and drags down to the floor.

"A pleasure, Lord Ren." His voice was altered like mine, but I fear that his respirator doesn't change much of it. I return the subtle tilt of my still helmeted head to him in, begrudgingly, respect.

The dimly lit cavern let off a gloomy feel around us as the stress was pushed to the max on my shoulders by two heavy stares. "Gath will be supervising the rest of your training."

"Supreme-" I begin to say as I stand up abruptly from proposal stance, my hood flying back from my head from the effort.

"Silence!" Snoke's voice boomed and echoed from the projector and I was immediately shut down.

Not lowering myself back to my earlier stance I stand tall before Darth Gath. His breathing comes out shakier than my own and he reeks of anxiousness, is he...scared, of me?

Although he can't see it through my helmet I smirk at this. He should be.

"Lord Ren," Snoke addresses me directly, "accept Darth Gath as one of your own, return to me with any questions you might have but with nothing as petty as the fear Gath holds in him now." And with that insult, Snoke disappears into the holoprojector from which he came.

"He holds you highly," Gath reported, with pounding heavy boots he starts striding towards me with what seems like anger in each step, his cape flowing behind him.

He stands inches from my helmeted face, both of us staring at visors through visors trying to find the man within. To our chagrin, we both sensed, there was no longer one left.

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