The clouds were dark, the smell of rain had hung heavy in the air. Kyrel Ren, Acting Steward of the Ren. While confident in his abilities to lead, felt he needed more. He had taught himself for years, sifting through the Sith collections that Lord Sidious gave Vader for his training in his Castle on Mustafar, yet that was not enough. Learning abilities that yes he had honed. Power yes, but the skill to hone it. To learn how to properly hold his own in combat. He required someone with enough experience to hone his power. To crush his enemies, and be a true master of the dark side. He did not know who before, not until recent memory had served him. Suravi Teigra, disgraced Moff of the First Order, and secretly a Sith Lord.
She had been in seclusion in her estate. Not venturing outside of it at least that was he heard. He traveled from Mustafar in his TIE Silencer. Hoping to seek the woman out, she, after all, had modified and restored the Armor of Lord Vader. At least that was for a time when he was more machine than man. Now as a Man he had so much more potential, but all the same that did not change of course. For him he felt that he had so much more potential, he had acquired power yes, slain countless enemies. But he lacked something, he lacked a teacher. Seeing the estate within the viewport of his cockpit, he transmitted a series of codes that would allow him hopefully not to be shot down.
Taking the fighter slowly to land, activating the landing cycle. Lightning crackled in the sky. It was fitting for the man that was of pure darkness. He would seek knowledge, even if he had to force it, but whether it would come to that. He could not say, the fighter landing slowly. The hatch opening as Kyrel stepped out from the fighter. Landing gracefully on the Platform, he started to make his way to the entrance covered in his new armor holding the aura of the dark side.