A deadly Encounter

[RC 212]

A Space Station: First Order border area

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

She had no idea how she'd gotten here. One moment she had been defending a vessel she was riding on. the next the First Order had attacked it. It seemed normal enough, it was a civilian hauler, but unbeknownst to her had been carrying SIS agents.

The crew of disguised marines had fought valiantly, killing Stormtroopers till the last man. when the carnage erupted she'd felt compelled to join. At first it was all defensive, to attempt to aid the Marines against the Stormtroopers. But as the attack went on more and more fell, brutally slaughtered by the First Order troopers.

She had fallen, moving far from her ideals and in an embarrassing moment broke down. She had foamed at the maw, sliced and hacked, thrown folks so hard against bulkheads their armor had shattered and their organs had exploded. And for a brief moment she revelled in it. The sense of vengeance, the sense of serving the enemy what they deserved.

And now she was knees to the deck in a pile of the dead. Head bowed, hair a bloody mess. Her chest rose and fell with great heaves and tears thundered from her eyes as she struggled to catch her breaths.

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What have I become, what have I done?​

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You're a traitor to light. A sham. A liar.​

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No.... this can't have been me. This isn't me.​

She raised her head to the cieling lights, now flickering. Her cloak was burned, face streaked in blood. The only sound to escape the young Jedi's throat was a primal scream. A roar so blood curdling it stopped her heart and froze her blood. Empowered by rage, sadness, regret.

Dark presences stirred, mvoing towards her.

The rage scream cracked the bulkheads, sending the dead flying once more into the walls.

What am I becoming?​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Space Station First Order space.​

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Kyrel was on Mustafar when he had heard the loss of contact with the space station. He had searched through transmissions, and learned that some SIS agents were discovered and dealt with near the station his curiosity kept growing, and then finally found the last transmission that had heard the screams of Stormtroopers and then seeing the last footage of the video feed to his surprise, it was a Jedi who caused the deaths of most of the crew, but he could tell that she did not act herself, as she took away their lives so carelessly she must have given into her anger, this was news that Kyrel grinned too. As the Enforcer of Ren and a Master he had devoted much of his time to hunting Jedi, but this one could prove to be even more interesting, it was something Kyrel had to see.​

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He made his preparations and took a Upsilon class shuttle towards the space station, noticing that it was quite abandoned he docked in one of the hanger bays, the dark figure emerged, his cape swaying as he walks towards the hall with his own breathing the only sound that was made through the silent station, determined to confront the Jedi, he kept his saber at his side, the dark side radiating from it as it hungered for Jedi blood. ​

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Kyrel finally emerged, the dark figure in front of the girl, blood everywhere and her hair in a complete mess as well as being covered in blood. He pulled out his hilt as he stood before her, speaking his voice hidden by a cold vocabulator. "Impressive woman, I have seen the Jedi have been lacking in your studies." ​

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[member="Karren Trask"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

A Space Station: First Order border area

The Darkness of the cargo bay was lit only by her emerald saber, the smoldering holes of her saber marks scorched everywhere like red hot claw marks and a few singular lights that had not shattered. They cast harsh orange glows in the corners of the room, illuminating Kyrel as if to be a giant mass of black towering machinery.

She recognized the design of the mask. And the voice cut her ears like nails scraping across glass. She snarled, whipping her head to let her hair fly back out of the way. Blood spattered from the end, flecks flying in the cool breeze of the ozone recyclers.

"You."

She pointed to him with the end of her simmering emerald lightsaber, rising first off one knee and then the next. She stood, wavering before she found her ground. The two sides of the force were duelling each other within her soul. Brilliant red flashes, mixed with dull green explosions and throbs.

"You're one of them aren't you?" She asked, voice becoming calm and flat.

"One of the Knights of Ren. The Darkside filth of the First Order."

Kill him.....​

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He Deserves it.....​

Another voice whispered somewhere else.

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No, do you wish to become him? Evil and corrupted, bending lies and a darkness to carry out a ruthless agenda?​

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Yes...... kill him.... take his power!​

She growled again, whipping her saber into a reverse grip, vertical behind her. Her left hand extended, fingers extended and joined. Dark bolts of force began to crackle across her palm, something she'd never quite seen before....

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel stood before her keeping his saber at a ready, what he had felt from the girl was dark. Dark and powerful, what the girl had was something sinister that he had found absolutely hilarious. This girl was no Jedi as she was too corrupted to even be a Jedi. The darkness was too overpowering that in a way it connected with his own. He merely stood there and answered her but not for a single moment did he let down his guard. "Indeed I am but I am not like any other Ren child. I am a Master of Ren and I am more dangerous then you know." ​

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He raised his saber as she moved forth the spark of green and red blades illuminating the darkness that surrounded them. Kyrel moved into his style which combined that of Soresu and Djem So and blocked her blade with ease, as he looked to her throughout the conflict. He could feel the darkness within her growing stronger, it made him curious and want answers.​

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And then she moved extending her hand and unleashing dark bolts of energy. Kyrel held out his gloved hand and absorbed the energy turning it into his own, but the intensity pushed him back and towards the wall, as it ended he countered by extending his hand and using the Force to slam her into the opposite wall. "We need not be adversaries. That darkness can be used for greater use and I don't wish to kill you today."​

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[member="Karren Trask"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

Karren flew back into the wall, gasping for air as the bulkhead cracked and then fell to her knees. She guessed she had fractures at the very least.

Then she found her feet, wobbling and rose her eyes and her head to meet the Dark Siders gaze. The animal within her roared, yearning to be released, and she obeyed.

"I cannot.... " She never finished, a surge of darkness enveloped her and she struck, angling her body so only her right hip and arm faced Kyrel. She extended her arm, elbow loose and slid both feet in a quick shuffle towards him. Her wrist flicked the emerald blade, dancing it in a V shape, striking with a sloppy savagery...