A Failed Knight

***Author's Note:** Hello readers! This short sequence is based on the former canon established by "The Avatar and the Force," which is why I decided to show this as I'm not yet sure if it will remain valid for "The Lost Child." Hope you enjoy it! :)*

As the lift slows to a stop Scar'lok casts an uneasy glance at Vyra, who stares back at him coldly in return, lacking any sympathy or care in her gaze.

The doors to the lift then open, revealing the great throne room of their dark lord and master, Snoke. His sinister chuckle echoes throughout the deep red chamber and he gazes at the arriving pair with a smile on his face, leaning his arm heavily on his throne. Vyra shoves Scar'ok forward and he stumbles momentarily before regaining his balance, scowling at her, and then walks into the throne room. Vyra follows right behind him, the lift door closing after they leave it.

"I've always held a great interest in the more arcane ways of the universe, my students," Snoke begins to speak. "There are many fantastical things to discover."

Vyra breaks off from her path behind Scar'lok and heads over to the side, where a collection of individuals were gathered. Scar'lok instantly recognized them as his fellow Knights; the Assassin, the Armorer, the Barbarian, the Butcher, the Witch, the Marksman, and the Deceiver. They all look at him with mocking sneers on their faces in full awareness of the punishment he's about to receive. He withholds his angry scowls at them, instead remaining silent and submissive in the presence of Snoke.

Around the throne room, Snoke's elite Praetorian Guards remain as silent and vigilant as ever, standing at attention with their weapons. Even though they aren't Force users, Scar'lok knows full well that they aren't to be trifled with. Reaching a respectable distance from Snoke's throne, he gets to one knee and bows his head.

"Many beings throughout the cosmos have possessed such powers," Snoke continues. "Be they force wielders, sorcerers... or benders."

At the last word Snoke allows a hint of a growl to slip into his voice, his smile becoming an angry frown. Scar'lok winces nervously.

"You were wounded, yes?" Snoke asks slowly. "How is it?"

"It doesn't bother me," Scar'lok replies swiftly, not looking up. He knows he's referring to the cut that Caran delivered to his face.

Snoke frowns, humming to himself, and stands up from his throne.

"For many years now I have reserved my focus towards increasing my knowledge, growing in strength, and gathering you all as the birth of a new order of gifted individuals," Snoke remarks, stepping forwards. "You all have certain capabilities that I chose you for. And before recently, I believed you all to have performed… admirably."

He then comes to a halt before Scar'lok, looking down at him with a slight scowl on his face.

"Before I sent you to Reylea," he states coldly.

"I did what you asked, Master," Scar'lok protests in response. "I gained Amon's allegiance and led them on the path to rid the planet of benders!"

"And yet here you are with nothing to show for it," Snoke snaps, glaring at him. "The only thing that you accomplished was prematurely revealing our presence to the populace while also allowing the Avatar to unlock her full potential."

"The Avatar is still a child. She is arrogant and prideful," he replies, losing his calm.

Snoke shakes his head in annoyance and turns away from him in a dismissive manner. Scar'lok growls in helplessness and frustration.

"I'm not the first to fail at taking Reylea!" he argues. "Your former apprentice, Sireyla, failed too!"

Snoke quickly whirls around to glare at Scar'lok, incensed by the mention of his lost apprentice.

"Then what does that make you, *Scar'lok*?!" he snarls with cold fury. "At the very least she had the excuse of challenging Reylea's Watcher, a fully fledged Jedi Master! You were defeated by a CHILD!"

Scar'lok flinches in response to Snoke's raised voice, glancing down at the floor as Snoke growls at him. The gathered Knights of Ren smirk at his discomfort.

"Instead of killing him, you decided to play games. You allowed yourself to be blinded by something as trivial as your ego!" he states angrily. "I did not train you to act like a Sith. I trained you to crush that weakness!"

Snoke continues his scathing rant, glaring at the Scar'lok with intense hatred.

"You mock the Avatar's arrogance when you *yourself* are no better," he sneers in disgust. "You were undisciplined! Bested by a boy who had never held a lightsaber! YOU FAILED!"

The Knights of Ren quietly chuckle amongst themselves at seeing Scar'lok cowl before their leader. In a rush of anger and indignation at his humiliation Scar'lok jumps to his feet with a growl, seeing red as he gazed at Snoke.

But the Supreme Leader reacts first.

With a casual gesture Snoke fires a burst of Force lightning into the floor that bounces up into Scar'lok's body, sending him flying several feet with a cry of pain. The Praetorian Guards instantly react to the sudden hostility by whipping out their vibroblade weapons, the blades sizzling with deadly energy. The Knights of Ren all step back in surprise, their eyes wide with disbelief that Scar'lok actually attempted to lash out against the Supreme Leader.

"Caran survived! Upon his power awakening he reached out across the stars, and someone answered," Snoke growls in disdain. "Because of you, Scar'lok, the Sun and Moon know of Reylea's existence."

Scar'lok sits back up with a groan of pain, wincing, and looks up at Snoke. The Supreme Leader turns around and walks back to his throne, an unseen signal for the Praetorian Guards to relax and resume their watchful positions.

"And now that they know what Reylea has to offer, they will do everything in their power to keep its power from me" he states angrily, sitting down on his throne. "You have caused me more setbacks than anyone else in my lifetime."