Stockholm on Starkiller | ON HOLD

15: Jealously.

❝It seems to me, 

That love could be labeled poison, 

And we'd drink it anyways.❞

She walked with a new purpose in her step, the heels of her heavy black boots hitting the metal below her with a thud. Looking straight forward, she held her chin high as she made her way to the training room. Behind her was a single trooper, his blaster held tight at his chest as he followed her. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she felt the fear waft off of him. He was scared of her. And for good reason; They knew who she was now, and why she was aboard the Starkiller. They knew that she would be the next Dark Knight, and with their experience with Kylo Ren, they feared the worst.

The difference between her and the man training her, was that she was able to keep her temper. At least, for now.

"Ma'am." The trooper behind her piped up, his voice a little wavered as he stopped. She turned on her heel, eyeing the white clad soldier with a raise of her brow.

"Word from Kylo Ren just came in. You are to train amongst the troopers today." He briefed her, before standing and waiting for a reply.

"Hmmm...Fine. Lead the way." She replied, falling in step with the man as he quickly made his way down the hall.

Too busy for a personal session today, Master?

The trooper lead them out into the main corridor, where the ceilings were never ending and the fall deadly. She trailed behind him as he walked across the bridge leading to the other half of the base.

Yes. I have important duties to attend to. Training with the men should give you a bit of a challenge. Although I doubt you will have trouble with sparring. We will continue as usual tomorrow.

His voice carried through her being like a smooth echo, and she loved it, even with the annoyance laced along his words.

Despite being a little disappointed she would not see Kylo, the anticipation of training and interacting with people had her hopes high. It had been awhile since she has seen anyone other than Kylo and the one Trooper that escorted her through the base.

She fought the urge to talk to him more, and instead focused on where the Soldier was leading her. Through large, spacious caverns and narrow hallways, they eventually found their destination. There was no door to the training room, only an enormous archway that opened up into one of the largest rooms she had seen thus far; There were racks upon racks of weapons. Ranging from Blasters to Staffs, as well as batons and shields. The ceiling soared above them, with a catwalk extending across the room. There were a few upper class soldiers standing above, watching the men train with critique in their eyes. As well as Captain Phasma. Avatra could not see her eyes, but she could feel her stare on her as she entered the room.

Apparently, helmets and armor were not required for combat sparring, and a majority of the men and woman were in their black under armor. It was the first time in quite a long time she had seen so many faces. A small smile tempted her features as she followed the trooper, leading her to the far end of the training room. She couldn't help but watch a few of the soldiers training, learning their moves and styles as best she could.

"Here is where you will be for the session." He stated, motioning towards an empty mat. She nodded, turning her emerald eyes on him,

"And who will be training me?" She asked, extending her left arm across her chest as she began to stretch.