Stockholm on Starkiller | ON HOLD

05: Training Session.

She woke to the sound of loud rapping against the metal door. With a groggy sigh, she pulling the covers off her head, looking towards the door.

She had hardly slept that night. Her mind raced with questions and thoughts about her conversation with Kylo. About her decision. She knew that she wasn't going to meet his requirements. Avatra didn't even know she had the force with her, until he told her.

She thought about what went through her mind when she accepted the offer.

She could stay, Kylo could train her, and maybe...Just maybe she could grow strong enough to overpower the man. She's seen his power, and she knew that winning against him was far fetched and damn near impossible. But the curiosity rang in the back of her mind; She had the force with her. She was capable of amazing things, and exploring those powers seemed the better idea over death. Avatra had plans to fight, but she needed to grow stronger before she threw the first punch. 

And so begins her facade.

She quickly jumped out of the bed, grabbing the robe that she had found the night before. As it turns out, there was a closet inside the bathroom. It held numerous garments, all black of course, but they were better than sleeping and living in the same clothes for days. She threw the robe around her, before walking around and standing in the middle of the room.

"You may enter." She called out, fidgeting the hem of the sleeves on her robe. After last night, the Stormtrooper guard never returned, and she was left alone in her cell. She assumed it was because of her decision to stay, and join them.

She watched the door as it opened, a Trooper standing outside with a blaster in his hands.

"Kylo Ren requests your presence in the training room. We are here to escort you." He stated. Avatra raised her brows at this, before looking at her apparel.

She was wearing nothing but her underclothes under the robe, and she knew that it was most definitely not the right clothes to be training in.

"I...Need to change." She said, holding up a finger. The Trooper quirked his head to the side, before letting out a deep sigh.

"Woman." He huffed under his breath, before shutting the door once more. Avatra let out a deep sigh, before turning on a heel and heading to the bathroom. She approached the small closet on the left side, opening the door and looking through it. She found numerous dresses, as well as cloaks and the occasional headdress. After a few minutes, she managed to find something suitable;

A simple black tank top, with thick straps as well as a pair of black, faux leather pants. She quickly stripped out of her clothes, tossing the robe on the small table that held the towels, before pulling the garments over her slender body. The clothes hugged her body snug, and managed to show the curvature of her frame. She felt completely out of place, but managed to shake the feeling off before slipping on a pair of black boots and heading for the door.

Avatra raised her hand, knocking against the metal surface before taking a step back. Less than a second later the door opened, revealing the same trooper as before. She was quick to notice four other troopers waiting outside the door. She knew now why there were so many of them, and it caused a small, almost unnoticeable smirk to cross her lips.

"I'm ready." She breathed out. The Stormtrooper nodded, taking a step to the side before motioning her out of the room. She did so, falling in step with the troopers. They surrounded her, creating a box around her as they walked briskly through the corridors of the Starkiller.

They turned many corners, and went through many rooms, before they found themselves in a narrow hallway, doors adorning the walls all the way down. It seemed never ending, and Avatra felt her heart pick up as they continued.