The robust soles of the young woman’s boots hit the steel floor in a perfectly regular rhythm. She kept her chin up, mentally preparing herself for her upcoming fight. She was ignorant of how it would go, for she was aware that her opponent would not be inexperienced. It was not as if she was going to measure up to a random smuggler stupid enough to forget to carry a weapon wherever they go. It would be Kylo Ren, the man whose mere name made anyone in the Galaxy shake in fear. However, that was not enough to frighten her.
Teebasha caught sight of the door of the training room far in front of her. She quickened her pace, but sudden shouts coming from the room stopped her in her tracks. Her eyebrows knitted together as she tiptoed to the door, her back to the wall. She leant closer and overheard two male voices arguing.
“Who allowed you to kill one of my soldiers, Kylo Ren?!” an unfamiliar voice blurted out with rage.
“You should probably reconsider your Stormtroo