Three days, and four nights, and the only think I have had I eat or drink was half a bottle of room temperature water, and a quarter portion.

I haven't moved my position in three days and four nights.

I have been merely restrained in this room, on this table-like thing, and under these metal bars, for three days and four nights.

I needed to escape.

My stomach growled and I groaned.

If it wasn't for my hours upon hours of meditation, and mental training, I would probably be as weak as a twig right now. And I kind of already was.
      In fact, I was pissed off that they seemed to forget about me...and that anger was my fuel.

I was ready for a fight, or at least that was what I thought.

In my current position I was all talk.

My tolerance had peaked about an hour ago, and I felt the craving to snap someone's neck; to feel their weak brittle bones scream underneath my power.
Their cries and pleads are my salvation.

They had come in once a day, trying to physically get the information from me.

Smashing my face with the staff of their guns.

Punching my face and body with the metal of their armored guns.

Beating me until my vision blurred.

They were always Stormtroopers that came in and did the dirty work.

The beautiful looking Kylo Ren never came for another visit.

It was surprising, I had always heard stories about the terrifying Kylo Ren.

Darth Vaders grandson.

I had always thought he wore the mask because of any other reason other than to make people fear him.

Maybe he needed it to survive like his grandfather?
Maybe it shielded him because he was embarrassed of his appearance?

There was no explanation.

To handsome man that had stood before me some time ago had no reason to fear his appearance.
His wild dark hair, pale skin, and dark eyes.
Though I hated to admit it, he was very good looking.

My bruised bones, and also my bruised ego, said otherwise though.

On another note my Lightsaber wound seemed...unaffected, the pain had long since went away to my relief and to my surprise.

Physically I felt drained, but mentally I was prepared.

I let my muscles relax as I went into a silent and focused meditation...

KYLO REN POV;

   "Her blood samples are...incredible, my Lord. Her DNA seems to help heal faster, it's like her body is healing before the next injury occurs." The analyst said, he was one of the few upon the Star Destroyer that didn't wear a helmet. He looked through a glass as he spoke, "Her metabolism rate is off the charts...and from the X-Ray scan we did, I don't even know where to begin with her bone structure."

   I shifted impatiently, "So what are you trying to say? That she is altered?"

The middle aged man nodded, "I think that whomever altered her...created her to be, a first class killer."

Not good enough, I laughed to myself.

    My ego boosting from the realization that I beat someone who was genetically altered to never lose.

    A question suddenly came to mind, "Do you think who ever altered her, made it so that she was with the force? That she is artificially with the force, and not really...or naturally?"

He put the glass down and sighed as he looked at me.

       "Lord Ren, I might not know much about the force. But one thing I know is that you cannot alter the ways of life. You can try." He gestured to her blood samples, "as I'm sure some have tried. But it is impossible. Lord Ren I am going to tell you something that might come to quite a shock to you."

I frowned as I looked at him, my hands clenching and unclenching from under my gloves.

He sighed as he looked at me.

"Her Midi-chlorian count. It's...unreal."

I paused, asking a question where I feared the answer.

"How many?" I asked slowly and cautiously.

"22,000."

Everything seemed to freeze in time as I consumed what he told me.

The highest known midi-chlorian count—over 20,000—belonged to Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One who was believed to have been conceived by the midi-chlorians. My grandfather was Anakin Skywalker...Darth Vader. The greatest Sith Lord to ever be.
And this little...girl, is supposedly...stronger?!

She said she had no recollection of her parents, Lord Goreum took her the day after her "birth".

If all of this was true...then Cora Drakon was probably conceived by the midi-chlorians.

Cora Drakon could be the next Darth Vader.

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CONTINUED KYLO REN POV...:

"Supreme Leader Snoke...the girl. I know you have read my mind, she is beyond powerful. I need guidance. I need you're power. What do I do with the girl?"

The desperate measures had come for me to mind link to Supreme Leader Snoke. I know he was listening.

I heard his overpowering voice, full of darkness.
"I will be back in some time, the girl must join us. She will be our greatest weakness, but our greatest salvation. She must learn to trust you. Kylo Ren, she must learn to trust you. Do what you need to do."

His presence faded.

I knew what I needed to do.

I stepped out of the room, and began walking down the halls to the interrogation room.

I was stopped by a fücking bàstard.

"General Hux. I need you to prepare a room for the Drakon child."

He looked apauled.

His albino eyes stared at me, "You are not thinking of releasing the girl are you? She is a threat."

I tensely folded my arms in front of me to keep from choking this fool.

"I am. Ready the room, clothes and whatever else this girl needs. We are to...comfort her."

He stood straight, "I understand your thinking. You want to make the child feel welcome, and safe. You want her to join us. But this is not the way. She is Sith. Their extinction was to already have taken place. You are putting everyone at risk Ren."

I bit down on my tongue, my anger rising.

"The girl is smart. She is also alone, and I don't think she would try to get her...revenge alone."

He sighed, "What if she escapes?"

"I guess we'll have to hope, that she doesn't."

He scowled, "It's your blood if this goes wrong, Ren. I will be checking in, and reporting directly to Supreme Leader Snoke."

I hate that creep.

I slammed past him as I turned down the next corridor, and into the interrogation chamber.

She hadn't sensed me yet. Her body was rigid in the clamps, they held her arms high above her head.

Her hair fell dead and greasy down to her waist.

Her frame appeared thinner, I frowned as I got a glimpse at the side of her face. The bloodied cuts and bruises from a day before we're now gone, the only trace they left was the dried blood in her ink black hair.

I glanced at the troopers by my sides, there were about eight of them to escort her to her room.

"Release her restraints." I demanded, as I walked closer to the metal contraption.

As the clamps suddenly opened,
She fell from the distance above the ground, and landed harshly into my arms.

she was weak.

For now.

She looked up at me, her light eyes had darkened, and there were shadows under her eyes.

She breathed out as I reluctantly hooked an arm around her.

"Can you walk?" I demanded.

She nodded weakly.

Her frame had went limp,

Liar.

I rolled my eyes as I began to half carry-half drag her.

We walked down the halls in a tight formation.

Me and her in the center, while the eight Stormtroopers surrounded us.

"Bring me three portions of Abmer roots, Smapp dishes, and Jogan fruits." I ordered.

"Yes sir, right away."

She frowned at me as she looked up.

I gave her a hateful push, "keep walking Sith Lord." I spat.

She kept walking, but I saw a smile form on her reddened lips, "You say Sith Lord...like its a bad thing."

I looked forward, "The Sith might have had their revenge, but their extinction is soon to come." I breathed, "They will fall."

She took step after step, "Then I will fall as well."

I looked at her, not likely.

Maybe she didn't know how powerful she really is? Maybe she doesn't know that she could make the greatest Dark Lord of all time.

I said nothing as we made our way to a bolted door.

One of the guards opened it and pushed her in, I waved them off to tell them that I had the situation under control as I shut the door behind me, with me on the inside.

It was a dark room, with a bed, wardrobe.

I watched as she touched her thin hand to the blanket on the bed. Her eyes were full of questions.

Her cheeks were bloodied, with no wounds.

A small bruise was on the side of her temple, her hair was greasy and tangled.

I sensed that she was about to start firing questions at me.

But before she could start I interrupted her, "you should get cleaned up. I will wait outside the door." I motioned to the wardrobe. "There are fresh clothes. Alert me when you are done."

And with that I slammed the door leaving her by myself, and I slowly lost my composure.