Kriel Firin
Enough witless banter
Before Talon Ren was a Knight of Ren – before he was Talon Ren – he was a young man. He was troubled and had many imperfections. Here, at the Citadel and at other training venues in First Order space, he had learned about the Force – and moreover about himself.
Now it was the only world he knew – and it fell to him to instruct new Disciples in the way he’d been trained. To teach them what he could – and expect them to learn for themselves what he could not. For overcoming their fears, prejudices and failings was the role of the learner, not the tutor. He would draw attention when necessary. He would help of course – it was in the nature of the Knights of Ren to enable Disciples to succeed. They were not callous like the Sith who allowed the unworthy to die rather than help – but nor were they the Jedi who molly-coddled their charges.
So he stood in the cavernous main hall of the Citadel. Most Disciples were trained elsewhere but this one had been identified as a suitable student for Kriel to work with and so he’d instructed she would meet him here. Both to ascertain her suitability and to begin her training. This was where he spent most of his time, so he needed any potential Acolytes nearby.
And duly she arrived. He stood there in his standard armour and mask. The latter was both traditional and in his case worn to cover significant burns he’d endured as a result of a ship crash. He could survive without the armour and mask but at a cost to his health and it was also a drain on his use of the Force.
So his voice sounded mechanical and almost emotionless. This was never a bad thing when it came to impressing on a new student the gravity of the relationship. He would ensure they succeeded but he would also push them to where they were capable of – not simply where they wanted to be.
“The dark side has taken an interest in you. That is fortunate. Both for you and for the Knights of Ren.” He remained stationery, his eyes fixed on hers – although all she would be able to see was that his visor was directly pointed towards her face. “You have been given the designation Disciple. Today you become my student and one day you may become my apprentice.”
He raised a hand, cutting off any initial response.
“I suspect you believe you know what I mean by that. Perhaps? I suspect you only think you do. But soon there will be no doubt what I mean. Initially we will undertake some training. Tests even. Time and the Force will inform me of your destiny.”
From the folds of his robe he produced two lightsabers, tossing one of them to her before igniting the blade of his own and adopting a ready stance. “And given time is an issue, let’s not waste any.”
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