Entirely Different

Chapter Two : Mind Fucked

"The time is now o-five-hundred... report at o-six-hundred... training room sixteen... forty-five minutes until anticipated departure." You had expected the cold robotic voice and it was less alarming going into your third week on base.

Training was entirely too easy and with nothing for beginning officers to do after training, your evenings were quite boring. You stalked over to the dresser, yanked out some clothes and threw them onto the bed before going to shower. You didn't linger too long in the restroom. You brushed your hair, tied it back, and admired your athletic frame before returning to the room to get dressed. You yanked on a pair of black undergarments and a pair of tight, black pants that were constructed from a breathable material. You then bent down to put on a pair of black, ankle length socks and sturdy boots, lacing them quickly and tightly.

You retrieved a form fitting bra from the second drawer and maneuvered it over your head, followed by a tight, black long-sleeved shirt. Again, made of a breathable material. You afforded yourself a final glance in the restroom mirror before leaving the quarters. Your hand pressed to the panel outside, locking the room. You left even earlier that morning, hoping to arrive at the training room before the crowd.

While walking quickly in the halls, you passed the route that would take you to the Hangar Bay and a faint image of Commander Ren passed in and out of your thoughts. A tug at the back of your neck again - it was more urgent, this time. Spreading quickly, it felt like it was searching through your mind. You shook your head and it seemed to fall away. The ache had been coming and going for weeks now. Though it never seemed to linger long enough for you to be tempted to get it looked at.
The training room was indeed unoccupied when you arrived, and you took the liberty of pulling a dummy to the center of the room before discharging a few quick punches to its chest. Hand to hand combat was not a requirement in flight school, but your father had commanded you take the classes. You found you were rather grateful for it, now that it was a required training for The First Order.

The trainer entered the room a few minutes later.

"Officer!" He called out to you.

"Yes, sir." You dragged the dummy back to the side of the room. "Can I help you set up today?"

He seemed impressed but shook his head.

"You're too advanced. You'll be training with your direct supervisor from this point on."

You were confused. "Sir, with all due respect, I must need more training. Perhaps my partners weren't equal matches."

He didn't seem to be listening as he began setting up the equipment for his day.

"It's not my choice, officer. Your superior has directed you train elsewhere. I can't advance you further than your current abilities." He looked ashamed to admit it.

"Then where am I reporting now?" You asked.

"I was only told to direct you to your assignment. I assume it's the Command Shuttle."

Odd. I can't train on a shuttle.

You waited there a few moments more before he spoke again.

"Officer, I'm fairly certain your training will continue at the scheduled time. You may want to hurry." You glanced down at your data pad. He was right, you would need to leave now to make it to the Hangar Bay on time.

You dismissed yourself and sprinted to the elevator. A group of stormtroopers boarded with you and you were pushed to the back of the lift. At level 1, the door slid open and none of the troopers moved. You pushed your way forward, excusing yourself on your way. Once you were free from the confines of the crowded elevator, you sprinted again.
When you arrived at the Hangar Bay, you slowed and walked briskly to the shuttle. The ramp was extended again, and you came to the shuddering realization that you were reporting to your direct supervisor. Kylo Ren. You must have been so confused by the sudden reassignment; you hadn't registered what the trainer told you. Your supervisor would be continuing your training.