The Finalizer, 08/29ABY

He watched her through the glass observation windows of the medical bay, his dark eyes sweeping over the numerous tubes that fed into her already too slim body. She was obviously malnourished, ever so slightly, something she'd probably been since birth. He remembered the small, barely out of infancy, dark haired girl with the equally wide, dark eyes that seemed to have no depth to them. She had been thin then, different to the other girls at the temple, but the rage he had felt at her being taken back then was quelled. He had her, and she was never going to leave again.

One of the droids moved up to him, its wheel giving a whirring noise as it came to a stop beside him. He didn't move his eyes from Nya, his expression hidden through his mask. "Report," he demanded and the droid began immediately, as it's programming had dictated. "She is recovering, stable.." Its electronic, monotone voice stated. "The wounds have been disinfected, stitched, and are beginning to heal, although, she does not show signs of regaining consciousness."

Kylo looked at the droid then. "Anything else?" He inquired, less than pleased that she was still unconscious. The droid bobbed its head once. "Her leg was fractured, but she seemed to be healing it on her own. It heals more as each second passes by."

He frowned at that. It was rare, but somewhat possible, he mused inwardly before turning back to the droid. "Keep me apprised of her development and make me aware as soon as she shows signs of awakening." He ordered, the droid screeching away as soon as he turned away from it. He turned his gaze back to the woman, the majority of her hidden from his gaze by tubes and wires. Soon she wouldn't, soon she would stand by his side, and they would rule together.

Pain. That was all she could feel. It pulled at her insides, her very soul. The whispers were there, murmuring she was in danger, that the dark side would bring only death to her path. However, there were new whispers now. It covered the whispers that warned her of danger, they in return whispering that she was on a path to greatness, a path to discovering who she was, why everyone feared her. It whispered that she was powerful, strong, not weak like the old whispers wanted her to be. It was a hotness, a alluring warmth to her cold, aching being, to her shattered soul.

The man, her mind whispered to her. She thought back to his words. Smaller than I thought, and weaker, for someone who's managed to evade me twice. Twice, he had said. She accepted the once; he had more than likely found her or something on Jakku and then when she escaped using a neighbouring clan of traders ship, he must have been unable to find her. But twice? What was the other time? Maybe he meant the time she had almost taken his hand and then a noise had roused her from her dream, stealing that opportunity from him. It bemused her. He had only been appearing in her dreams as recently as last year, the whispers being all that she had heard beforehand in them.

Many more of his words frightened her, but before she could dwell on them, noises began to sleep through the darkness around her.
Whirring noises echoed around her as she scrunched her nose, feeling something hard under it, a stickiness making a sharp sting travel across her face. The whirring noises stopped, then a single one amongst the chaos of them came closer to her, louder as the gap between them closed. There was a clicking and she scrunched her nose up again, trying to move her fingers, finding the heaviness in her veins making it impossible to more all but two out of the ten digits she had.

Heaviness filled her veins even more, and it dragged her down to the darkness, a place she wanted to be free of, but her body had other plans, and she fell into a heavy, uneasy slumber.

As promised, or rather ordered, he was apprised of her slow attempt to regain consciousness immediately. Perfect. It had been four days, a long time for someone with her injuries to have been out, although, she had been a whisper away from death when he brought her back to the ship.

Heavy boots thudded against the floor as he made his way to Interrogation Four, where he had ordered she be moved to once he was told she was coming around. He would pry her mind, as Leader Snoke had ordered, see if she was worth the effort in the Supreme Leaders eyes, the humanoid skeptical of how such power could be contained in someone who had no connected to anyone else with abilities. The droids and rare few actual doctors in the medical bay had drawn a sample of her blood for a midichlorian analysis, the results still being ran. A high count would see the Supreme Leader questioning his own skepticism at Nya's worth; he already knew she was powerful, had done since they were mere children, and it had increased tenfold since then. He could feel it, reaching to his, the two of them already fated.

As ordered, she was in the metal chair when he rounded the corner and went into the room, the door hissing shut behind him. Hux had been enquiring about when he would interrogate her; it would never happen. He knew the general was prone to snooping about. The closed door would only emphasise the point that the red haired man would never question Nya.

He leant against the wall, now able to properly look at her without all the tubes and filth covering her skin. Small, thin white scars marred her arms, evident of how old they were, her face flawless. Long, thick brown hair, now clean from blood and months of grime from living in exile, curled around her waist. It would be cut to a more acceptable length than the one it currently was -he would imagine it reached below her waist by a considerable amount, for she had it worn upwards in a braid every time the force had connected them together in the past, hiding its true length from him.

Thick lashes framed her eyes, eyes which he knew to be a molten, dark brown, seemingly able to pierce your soul, if you had one at all, he mused with an amused tilt of his lips as he continued taking in her aged appearance. She had grown in height, obviously, but she hadn't grown into her figure, lack of nourishment had to be blamed for that, but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed. She would soon grow into what she was destined to become.

A clanging noise echoed around the room as she jerked in the restraints, eyes flying open as she startled herself awake. He watched as those dark brown eyes darted around before they landed on him, widening as she noticed him standing against the wall. "Where am I?" She whispered, her voice hoarse from an obvious lack of usage from the last few days. She cleared her throat. "Who are you?"

It was almost amusing that someone who could be so powerful, have such potential, was literally quaking in the chair across from him. Her entire body quivered and he made an amused sound. "You're scared of me," he mused and her eyes locked onto him. "Of course I am," she whispered. "I've seen you do horrible things and you've been hunting me. If you're going to kill me, please just get it over with instead of this psychological mind torture or whatever game you're playing."

It was then he moved towards her, her body going rigid in the metal chair. "Explain something to me, Nya," he circled around her before coming to her left side. Her dark eyes hesitantly rose to look at him. "How can someone, who comes from absolutely nowhere, be strong with the force? You have no ties to anyone with the force, and you literally are nothing, you're no-one."

His harsh words seemed to provoke a response from her as she sat up, pulling at her restraints. "I am not nothing!" She hissed and he gave a smirk beneath the mask, knowing she couldn't see it. "Yes you are," he stated simply, already feeling the anger rising up within her. Good. "If you don't tell me, I'll simply look for myself." He leant in closer, her dark eyes burning hotly into his through the mask. "You know I can take whatever I want." He murmured close to her ear.

Her eyes widened as he stretched his hand out, using the force to pry her mind. Sounds of strain slipped past her lips, her eyes screwing up every few seconds as hot pain sliced through her head at his efforts. Memories bombarded him; a happy childhood, filled with laughter and delight. That was until she had came to the temple and Skywalker had ruined that for her. Instantly the mood changed. No longer came childlike laughter and enthusiasm, but rather heartbreak, persecution because of what Skywalker had said about her, rejection from her own family. It was a festering pool of self-hate, anger, devastation.

He had never felt such hate before, not even when Skywalker betrayed him, tried to murder him. His eyes widened a little, watching as tears leaked down her cheeks as she too relived what he was seeing, her rage simmering to a boiling point.

And it exploded.

Sparks flew from everywhere as she screamed, sounding like a wounded, feral animal. Everything around him exploded, the lights dimming as they switched to their backup generators as she started sobbing in the chair. "Get out of my head!" She screamed, her eyes dark and wild as they gleamed at him, tears flowing from her eyes. "You don't know anything!" She pulled at the chair angrily, her sobs sounding desperate and frantic. "Let me out of here! Let me out of this thing!"

He took a step back, watching as she retched, upset to the point of vomiting. The raw power, it was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Just being in her presence made him feel more powerful, he could feel more raw energy flowing through his limbs. He felt like he could conquer the universe, like his grandfather, but he would succeed unlike Vader.

Her struggling stopped, her body still recovering from her injuries. Her eyes fluttered slightly before she fell limply back into the chair, her tears still trickling down her cheeks. A smug smile appeared across his lips; she was ready to take to Snoke, and at last, the Supreme Leader would be proud of something he'd done, not Hux, something the general couldn't lay claim to at last.

Kylo moved over to Nya as she sat unconscious in the chair, staring at her. She was so different to the small girl from the temple, more wild, unsure of her path into the force. He would show her, guide her to the right side, the dark side, and she would be his. His lips curved up in a tight smirk. He had found her, eventually, and she was all his.