The World Eater
With the success of the mission to Nal Hutta to gain the prize that he was after. With the girl that he had captured, he had given her a living quarters within Fortress Vader, allowing her to heal leaving her in isolation for several days. In between such times Kyrel was on missions either of great importance, or to further his own agenda within the First Order. Often beginning to experiment with the idea of what it means to be a Knight of Ren following the disappearance of the Supreme Leader. It was only a few days after the events when he had gained the news that the girl had been healed, and supposed that he would make himself known to her.
When arriving on the fiery world once more, it had been completely turned into a First Order holdout, flags reign from the fortress city of The Forge, to Mustafar's own capital. Unlike the traditional symbol of the First Order, a red fist was showing to rise from the thorns. As if it was Kyrel's own coat of arms. As if it showed the strength and will of those that dare call themselves First Order in such trying times.
Kyrel approached her room carefully, with a droid stepping out, speaking in a cold and machine tone. "My lord, it seems that she is at peak health." Kyrel nodded as the droid went back to the medbay. Looking at the girl who days ago called her Master. Kyrel gave one look before speaking underneath the mask he wore. "Girl, I intend to make sure you reach your true potential... You must have questions, or things you wish to know. Allow me to start with this mask." He said coldly, as he placed both hands on his mask taking it off. The hiss from the mask was quick as when it was taken off. It revealed the true face of Kyrel Ren. A man who looked to be in his 30's. Young, but the dark side showed with pale skin, veins showing and blazing yellow eyes. It was as if it looked like a sickly man, yet had the composure of an individual with great power.
"Now let us talk"
[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]
When arriving on the fiery world once more, it had been completely turned into a First Order holdout, flags reign from the fortress city of The Forge, to Mustafar's own capital. Unlike the traditional symbol of the First Order, a red fist was showing to rise from the thorns. As if it was Kyrel's own coat of arms. As if it showed the strength and will of those that dare call themselves First Order in such trying times.
Kyrel approached her room carefully, with a droid stepping out, speaking in a cold and machine tone. "My lord, it seems that she is at peak health." Kyrel nodded as the droid went back to the medbay. Looking at the girl who days ago called her Master. Kyrel gave one look before speaking underneath the mask he wore. "Girl, I intend to make sure you reach your true potential... You must have questions, or things you wish to know. Allow me to start with this mask." He said coldly, as he placed both hands on his mask taking it off. The hiss from the mask was quick as when it was taken off. It revealed the true face of Kyrel Ren. A man who looked to be in his 30's. Young, but the dark side showed with pale skin, veins showing and blazing yellow eyes. It was as if it looked like a sickly man, yet had the composure of an individual with great power.
"Now let us talk"
[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]