It was anyone's guess how long the first wraith had been starving. These two had fed on the life force of the Stormtroopers they inhabited and it made them stronger, brighter and more intelligent. (Or perhaps, merely less desperate.)

The attack on Kylo was calculated. As he struggled to hold and tear through the first one, stumbling closer to the equipment in the lab, his back was exposed. The Stormtroopers aimed and fired where they could, but Hux was right - they were unwilling to damage the equipment in the lab. So the specter waited and then it struck.

Kylo gasped as he felt the chill against his spine, but then he heard Hux grunt beside him.

"If they get one of us, one of us is ending up in that tube!!" he screamed in a single breath, tightening his grip on the spirit and the Dark Side of the Force. He couldn't let them win. He couldn't let this one have his body. He couldn't let the other one get inside of Hux. He couldn't...

When he ripped the spirit apart, the tear in the Force was beyond satisfying.