KYLO REN POV:

The town was destroyed, the dead corpses of the towns people littered the grounds.

It reeked of fresh, and stale blood.

The second that I had stepped off the ship, I had sensed him.

Drakon.

His presence was strong, and dark.

He was the biggest threat that I had.

We began walking through the city. Our hundreds, upon hundreds of storm troopers marched along through the abandoned, dead area.

We stopped when we came to a clearing.

And I saw him.

He was dressed in all black, his hood covering his mask, his hands containing a blood red light saber such as mine.

His saber was drawn, and so I drew mine.

Red upon red.

He was...thin.

Not the kind of build you would think a Sith Lord would have.

But it was hard to tell, his cloak shielded him.

The numerical amount of trooper's he had with him was...surprising.

No more than thirty.

They were dressed in black metal suits, their guns drawn.

They stood in a formation, so that Drakon stood in the middle.

He took a step forward, "Nice of you to join, Kylo Ren." He spat.

I noticed his voice was very deeply altered, like mine, except even with the altering, I could sense an accent.

In fact if it weren't for the different shape of the saber, the thinner build, and more eery feel.
This man could be my copy-cat.

"Thank you for the Invite, Drakon."
There was no need for me to call him lord, because he did not call me as so.

Formalities seemed to be the last thing on this dïck's mind.

I raised my hand, pushing my fingers forward into a kind of "point." Motioning for my men to attack.

He did the same.

I watched as it all played out, and as much as I hate to admit it, his men might be less in numbers, but they were greater in skill.

Nevertheless, my men would win, there was no question.

He was down to maybe 16 men? And I still had hundreds.

I could tell by his hesitation that he wanted to join the fight. To help his men.

I wouldn't let that happen.

And I was the first to strike.

My weapon drawn, when our blades collided, sparks exploded.

It had been quite some time since I had fought, saber on saber, in a real battle.

His skills were beyond impressive, he liked to counter act, his defensive skills were all too impressive.

My blade surprised him by striking from below, and he jumped inhumanly high to avoid it.

It was like this man was some sort of ninja, evading my strikes with such ease. Jumping and slicing through the air.

Using the force I pulled a crumbling wall down, and using his surprise to my advantage, I kicked his saber from his hands.

Sure the odds were now unfair, but that is how you win.

As I began striking towards him, he had the cockiness to begin a conversation, a tricky conversation, and one that I did not wish to engage.

"How does it feel Ren? To be the failed grandson" he breathed as he ducked a blow, "of Darth Vader?"

My next strike was anger, not strategy, and that was my first mistake.

He used my condition, and punched the saber out of my hands, and we began to interact in hand-to-hand combat.

"How does it feel Drakon." I seethed "to be a nobody, when you lose this battle." Breathe.

"Well. I'm fighting a somebody, so that has to count, yeah?"

I made a direct blow to his stomach, and he fell.

I turned slightly around to search for my Lightsaber when I felt a light weight upon my back.

He was on my back.

"You're a light weight, aren't you?" I asked as I grabbed his forearm that was around
my neck and swung him with all my force over my back and onto the ground.

I heard a groan as I saw sparks flying from his helmet.

He coughed, and it sounded unaltered. I must have broken the Voice modulator.

But he didn't take off the helmet.

He flipped onto his feet and held out his hand, using the force to draw in our lightsabers.

I did the same, and in the exact same moment, our sabers met, I heard his light scratchy breath, and he grunted in effort.

I was physically stronger.

I pushed him back with the force and sliced into his stomach armor, I smiled as I saw rivers of blood falling from his abdomen.

His blade fell, and within moments I was on top of him, my light saber threatening to slice his head off.

But I didn't.

I was under strict orders by Supreme leader Snoke.

But I would give anything to kill this prîck.

It was impossible for me to be able to manipulate him with his mask on.
And considering his weak situation, I could probably try to manipulate him, if his mask was off.

"The mask." I growled, "take it off."

His body went still under mine. I could tell he was going to lose consciousness in a little because of his blood loss.

"W-what?" The voice said and I frowned at how light and raspy it sounded. There was also definitely an accent there.

Without waiting for him to say anything I ripped the mask from his suit, and froze.

He was a she.

Holy fücking fück.

She had golden-gray eyes.
He orbs were gray, and the outer rim was encircled with a ring of gold.

Piles and piles of long jet black hair fell from her helmet.

She had incredibly pale skin, high cheekbones, and red lips, but that was probably because I punched her in the face.

She looked exotic of a sort.

But when you looked into her eyes you could see the dark side.

The dark side was strong with her.

"What." I said as I lost my composure.

This changes nothing.

...okay. Maybe it changes something, but I couldn't let the appearance of my enemy effect my mission.

"What...what is your name?" I asked sternly as I saw her eyes flutter.

"C-Cora..." She mumbled before she lost consciousness.

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