The lands of Ossus welcomed the arrival of the Night Buzzard ship with a tumultuous storm, its fierce winds and relentless rain a fitting backdrop for the darkness that had recently descended upon the planet. As the vessel touched down near the flattened remains of Skywalker's temple, Ben, now christened Kylo Ren, emerged, his new mask obscuring his face in a shroud of menacing shadows.

Beside him, the Knights of Ren emerged from their ship, their dark cloaks billowing in the storm.

"Search the forests," Kylo commanded, his voice cutting through the howling winds. The Knights nodded in silent acknowledgment, dispersing into the night to carry out their orders.

Alone now, Kylo reached up to his mask, his gloved fingers tracing the intricate lines of its design. With a swift motion, he removed the mask, revealing his visage beneath. Raindrops cascaded down his features, mingling with the fury that burned within him.

Kylo's gaze fell upon the bodies of the fallen students that had been arranged in solemn rows by someone's hand. Anger surged within him, a seething tempest of fury and hatred. These were the remnants of his former life, now nothing more than lifeless husks, casualties of his actions.

Turning his attention to the remnants of his destroyed hut, he clenched his fists, feeling the raw power coursing through him, fueling his rage. Using the Force, Kylo tore at the debris, hurling chunks of rubble aside with a violent force. As the wreckage shifted, a grim realization dawned upon him. Skywalker had survived his attempt on his life.

A surge of anger coursed through Kylo's veins, mingled with a begrudging respect for his former mentor's resilience.

Kylo's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes ablaze with fury. He may not have succeeded in killing Skywalker, but he vowed to finish what he had started. The hunt was far from over, and Kylo would stop at nothing to eradicate the lingering remnants of the Jedi Order.

With a heavy breath, Kylo replaced the mask on his head, the cold metal a barrier between himself and the storm that raged on around him.

The hunt for Skywalker had begun.

As the storm raged on, the Knights of Ren prowled the dense forests surrounding the temple ruins, their dark figures blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the twisting trees. They scanned the undergrowth, searching for any signs of life among the tangled roots and fallen branches.

Meanwhile, deep within the cavernous expanse of a nearby cave, a group of young surviving students huddled together, their hearts pounding with fear as they listened to the approaching footsteps outside. Once they heard the engines of the Night Buzzard roar above them, they fled into the safety of the cave, seeking refuge in its shadowy depths.

As two Knights of Ren drew nearer, the children pressed themselves against the cool stone walls of the cave, their breath coming in shallow gasps. With no light to guide them, they relied on instinct alone, their senses heightened by the terror of the moment.

The sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing ominously through the cavern as the Knights approached the entrance. The children held their breath, their eyes wide with dread, as the looming figures of the dark warriors loomed into view.

One of the Knights paused, his gaze falling upon a discarded lightsaber lying forgotten on the ground. With a curious tilt of his head, he bent down to inspect the weapon, his gloved fingers tracing its contours.

The young students held their breath as the Knight examined the lightsaber, their hearts hammering in their chests. They knew that discovery would mean certain doom, their fate sealed by the merciless hands of their pursuers.

With a sudden movement, the Knight produced a light stick, its harsh glow cutting through the darkness of the cave. The children shrank back into the shadows, their fear threatening to overwhelm them as the light swept over their hiding places.

For agonizing moments, the Knights searched the cave, going over every shadow for signs of life. The children remained frozen in their hiding spots, scarcely daring to breathe, their minds racing with terror.

But as quickly as they had come, the Knights departed, their mission seemingly thwarted by the darkness of the cave. With a collective sigh of relief, the young students cautiously emerged from their hiding places, their eyes wide with fear as they peered into the stormy night.

In the distance, the two Knights of Ren disappeared into the darkness. With trembling hands and racing hearts, the children swiftly ventured out into the night, fleeing from the danger.

As the children cautiously made their way through the darkened forest, their hearts still racing from the encounter with the Knights of Ren, the familiar sound filled the air. Above the roar of the storm, the unmistakable clamor of the Night Buzzard pierced through the night, its engines roaring like a predator on the hunt.

With each thunderous clap of lightning, the ship drew nearer, casting eerie shadows that danced among the trees. The children pressed themselves against the damp earth, their eyes wide with fear as they watched the looming silhouette pass overhead, the rain pelting down around them.

For a fleeting moment, it felt as though the darkness itself had descended upon them, threatening to swallow them whole. But the Night Buzzard vanished into the stormy sky, leaving the children trembling in its wake.

As the echoes of its engines faded into the distance, the children breathed a collective sigh of relief, the tension in their bodies slowly beginning to ebb away. They knew they were safe, at least for now.

But their respite was short-lived, for they knew that the dangers of Ossus were far from over. With a weary determination, they set their sights on the horizon, their only hope of survival lying in the distant promise of sanctuary.

With each step, they drew closer to the nearest settlement, their weary legs carrying them ever onward through the darkness of the night. Though the path ahead was uncertain, they knew that they had to keep moving if they were to have any chance of finding safety in this unforgiving wilderness.

Kylo Ren and the Knights of Ren returned to the looming darkness of the Supremacy. The ship's corridors echoed with the sound of their footsteps as they made their way to Snoke's throne room, their presence a foreboding omen of the darkness that awaited within.

Kylo entered the throne room, his steps echoing in the vast chamber as he approached the Supreme Leader. Halting before the throne, Kylo awaited Snoke's gaze, his heart nervous with the weight of his failure.

Snoke's voice cut through the silence, his eyes focused upon Kylo as he inquired about the fate of Skywalker's students. "Did you eliminate them all?" he demanded.

Kylo's grip tightened around the recovered lightsaber. "No," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration, "but they will soon perish in the wilderness."

Snoke rose from his throne with a slow, deliberate motion. Taking the lightsaber from Kylo's outstretched hand, Snoke examined it with a mixture of derision and amusement.

A low chuckle escaped Snoke's lips as he turned away from Kylo, his form wreathed in the dim light of the throne room. "It matters not," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to linger in the air, "one man still lives. A powerful enemy."

Kylo's mask concealed the turmoil that churned within him as Snoke spoke. "I thought I killed him," he confessed, his voice strained.

With a sudden movement, Snoke ignited the blue lightsaber right beside Kylo's head, the sharp hum of the blade echoing through the chamber. The blue light danced off the dark contours of Kylo's mask, casting sinister shadows across his features.

"Yes, you failed to kill Skywalker," Snoke declared, his voice rising with anger. With a powerful gesture of the Force, he hurled the lightsaber to the floor, the violent spark illuminating the room in a brief flash of light.

"Forgive me, master," Kylo pleaded. "I will finish what I began."

Kylo's words of contrition fell on deaf ears as Snoke silenced him with a commanding roar.

"Silence!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with fury as he returned to his throne.

Seated once more, Snoke fixed Kylo with a piercing gaze. "Find Skywalker," he commanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. "And bring him to me."