Waiting. Waiting for a master who would never come home....
In the middle of the floor in an old abandoned temple waited Xetno Ren. The raven haired Sith was -as always- dressed in her Sith Inquisitor armor from the days of the Galactic Empire. The woman was meditating, feeling the power of the Ren flowing through her. She was sitting with her legs crossed and floating a good three feet in the air. Around her floated the pieces of her snap saber and the two red crystals that went inside it. Along with those crystals were two more of the same caliber she'd taken from the very same Inquisitor who's robes she now wore. At first the foreign crystals rejected her, but Xetno beat them into submission with her will. She was getting strong with the Dark side with each passing day.
But nothing would ever prepare her for the loss she was about to experience. In the girl's mind she was focusing gently on the future, letting the Ren speak to her. When suddenly, her thoughts turned to her master. It wasn't so strange that she'd feel his connection, but it was different this time. This time, she saw his life end right there as if she were standing in front of the whole thing. Xetno's concentration snapped and she fell to the floor; her knees painfully hit the stone under her. The metal pieces of the saber as well as all four crystals also came crashing down.
"NOOOOO!!!!" Xetno screamed in protest.
Xetno's hands went to her head as she bent over herself and looked to the Force again. She could feel it. The death of her master. Followed by a sudden pit in her stomach and an overwhelming sense of loss. He was dead! She couldn't sense him at all. She always knew where he was. Now...there was nothing. Xetno screamed as loud as her voice would carry her and the halls echoed with the metallic screech of her voice scrambler. Her body began to get hot. And she felt like she was burning alive. With a pain grunt of force she tore the helmet off her and gasped in pain like she'd forgotten how to breathe. Her chest was burning, but even more so, her neck felt like white hot iron was being pushed into it.
It was the brand. A symbol of her submission and promise to him that master Balal Ren had left for her. Now, it was burning again. She cried in anguish as she felt her connection break from her master. Anger welled up inside her. There was already so many emotions of pain she couldn't handle anything else. Xetno raised her helmet high and then smashed it against the ground.
With rage unlike anything she'd ever shown she yelled, "I hate you!" Xetno smashed the helmet again; the glass from the visor cracked and exploded into millions of pieces. "I hate you! I hate you! Why did you have to die on me!? Why!! You betrayed me, master! You betrayed me!!! I. Hate. You!!!!!!"
With every breath she repeatedly bashed the helmet into the ground until it was not even a semblance of what it used to be. Around her the ground would be cracked and a large indent remained when she'd been lying waste to it. Only when she could no longer grab the molded mess of durasteel did she finally toss it away and drop her forehead to the ground again and weep.