"Useless. Utterly useless."

Saeva closed her eyes, doing her best to make her body as small as possible against the rain of verbal damage about to come her way. She slowly stirred the steaming soup before her, and added ingredients to it as slowly as possible.

He was in one of those moods. No matter what she would do, her Uncle Janf was going to find something to destroy her with. Her back ached at the thought of being struck again or thrown outside to sleep.

She kept her head down, glancing at her small cousins huddling into their rooms. Jace, who was only 4, had some how learned to cry silently from an early age. He knew that crying would only make his father's rage worse. He was her little survivor, making it through his must vulnerable years with few bruises and broken bones. Malle, 6, was smart and always managed to know where to escape to with her younger brother. Saeva wished everyday that their mother had not passed in childbirth, the woman was always kind to her. Her Aunt Amerada, had kind eyes like her father, but never was too overly warm to Saeva. She was strict, but considerate, cautious with Saeva. She never really understood the caution.

Raising your brother's daughter before starting your own family must have been frustrating, even Saeva knew that. But with her Aunt gone, the true form of her Uncle emerged. He was large man, worked in the mines of Kessel for years, or so he states. Saeva has never seen him work a day in her lifetime with her Aunt and Uncle. Her Aunt was a fantastic seamstress, keeping the family well afloat in their little remote part of the planet, but Saeva's skills have been underwhelming in comparison the past four years. Her Uncle kept her informed of that. Their planet did not supply enough people to maintain a steady income.

Enarc, not far from Naboo, was a humid planet. Flourishing greens, rain nearly every single day, and treacherous caverns with creatures of all size and origin. Their hut lay near a cliff, close to a flat plain. Right on the outskirts of the forest. Saeva kept the children far from the forest, closer to the plain or the road to the city centre. Barely anyone visited them, just old friends of her Uncle from time to time or the local farmer who sold them food. Saeva wondered if her parents had lived here or was she sent here after their deaths. This planet never felt like a home, many of her nights staring off into the stars above her. Escape was always on her mind.

The soup bubbled beneath her, turning a beautiful yellow hue. Snapping her out of her thoughts and prepping it to be served. Glancing behind her, she noticed her Uncle was watching a live death-match on his beaten up Holopad, a scowl on his face. He was already on his second glass of whatever made that awful smell from his mouth and intensified his anger. Slowly and timid, she gave a large portion into his bowl, making her way carefully to his seat. She had once dropped hot food on him, slipping on his shoe. Her wrist still tingles to this day at the memory of that punishment. For almost six months, when she was 14, she could only use one hand to do her chores. Ensuing more punishment.

Her Uncle was clearly losing a bet on the death-match, as he only grunted when she placed the dinner at his side table. Moving cautiously away, she finished pouring the soap out for her cousins, passing the bowls to Malle, allowing them to escape to their hiding spot underneath their bed in their bedroom.

Saeva, surveyed the room, looking for a single item or area uncleaned or unkempt. She didn't want him to have a single excuse to come after her tonight. The small space garnered enough space for his lounge chair, side table, kitchen, and two adorning rooms, no bigger than 7x7feet each. The children slept in a bed together, that was neatly made at this moment, while Saeva kept to a mat on the floor. The children would often sleep on the mat on the floor with her for comfort on their worst nights or she with them on her worst nights.

She cleaned the soup pot and his bowl as quickly as possible after he had finished, and tried to make her escape to the bedroom. Her cousins staring at her from underneath their bed, where her mat was stashed during the day.

Her Uncle cleared his throat, clearly trying to get her attention. It was in a manner she had never seen him try before. Saeva turned to see her Uncle looking at the calendar on his Holopad.
"It is your 18th birthday tomorrow, isn't it Saeva?"
She slowly nodded, unsure of the direction of the conversation, but she felt her stomach drop at his tone.
He grunted at her gesture.
"That means that you have a few options ahead of you, my dear niece."
He stood, towering over her, and making her wince.
"You join the First Order or you marry."
Saeva stared dumbfounded at him. They had never shared this manner of conversation before. In the past four years, he belittled and berated her non-stop of house duties or lack of seamstress work. But never discussed the future or even had a sentence that didn't contain an insult. Her future. She turned her hand to her cousins, silently asking about their care.

He slapped her hard across the face.

"You don't think I know how to take care of my own children?"
Saeva held her hand to her face, holding the pulsating skin to be calmed. She didn't cry or yell, she learned years ago to never cry out.

"Uncle, I didn't know—."
"

You didn't know because you are a foolish, selfish girl. Who Amerada should have never taken in. It cursed this house, this family."
Saeva had heard this insult before, that she was a curse or a plague to her Uncle and Aunt. He blamed her for the death of her Aunt, even though she was not even involved in her childbirth. She lowered her eyes, catching glances from her cousins. Their eyes wide at the change of conversation, even in their innocence knew this was different than the usual torture. She pondered to herself how she could marry. She didn't know anyone, she barely knew anyone, except for her cousins.

"Uncle, When do you need me to determine my choice?"
Her Uncle glared down at her, giving her a look that determined she had asked the wrong question again. He cleared his throat, causing her to jump.

"Tomorrow, when else?"

Saeva's mouth dropped open for a moment and she quickly tried to hide her emotions from her face. He had given her no preparation. Her mind flurried with questions. Why had he kept her here this long? Why wait till now? What was the purpose of the last four years? He could have rid of her after her Aunt's death, they were not blood-related. Her Aunt was her Father's sister. He slowly turned away from her.

"I have a new wife coming tomorrow, you will need to leave, she does not need your curse to affect her. Be sure to have that kitchen in perfect condition for her arrival….You must be gone before the sun rises."

"But the First Order?"

"It is a establishment that pays families for drafting their members. I placed you on their list for tomorrow, since I know no one would want to marry a waste of nerf fodder. What do you think the Resistance would want someone like you?" His tone dripped with disgust, but Saeva sensed worry behind the statement. She almost missed the emotion emoting off him.

Saeva always knew he supported the Resistance, why would he push her in the opposite direction. She wasn't good enough for the Resistance in his eyes, she had basic skills. Never handled a blaster or set an explosive. She could stitch wounds and soothe bruises. Her mind shifting to medical care…but in the First Order?

He was cruel to say that to her about marriage, or to even make her feel like she had a choice in her future. He knew she had no one.

"Uncle, I love the children. They are dear to me, please."

He raised a fist in the air, and Saeva closed her eyes awaiting the punch, but it never came. Her Uncle had turned back to his death-match on his holopad. Uncaring and unaware how life shattering this moment was. It had less to do with forcing her out, but more with her leaving the children behind. She didn't fear the world, she feared for them.

He off handedly finished their conversation with final instructions.

"Go to the City Centre, Docking Station 74, the First Order will be awaiting their volunteers. The money you will make will be sent to my credits account here on Enarc. Remember, you love the children correct?"

She nodded slowly and moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. The children running out of their hiding spot, throwing themselves on her. Jace releasing a cry that Saeva had never heard before, Malle with equal sadness. She hushed them, ushering them into bed, placing herself at the edge so neither would fall during the night. She talked in hush tones, telling them that she would be okay, and that they must look out for one another. Time seemed to be moving fast, Saeva desperate to hold onto them for longer.

She told them the stories of Luke Skywalker, introducing a new event that happened merely six months ago. A story she had planned to save for later, a story overheard from a farmer in the City Centre who sold her gerna lettuce. Luke Skywalker facing down the First Order, managing to take on an entire army himself. The children watched her with wide eyes, as Saeva indulged in details that the farmer spoke of. From the descriptions of Crait to Luke Skywalker vanishing, besting the New Supreme Leader. Saeva found herself lost in the story, placing excitement in her voice describing a lightsaber battle that she assumed had happened. She didn't know the details of that portion, but her mind had a great imagination.

Lost in her thoughts, she glanced at the children, who had fallen asleep. She lay there, brushing back their brunette locks from their tan faces. Before Saeva could blink, she could feel the sun rising, her heart rising in her throat with it. She allowed one tear to fall, before gathering herself up, grabbing her pack from underneath the bed.

Glancing around the room, she noticed she possessed nothing. No jewelry, dolls, items. Nothing belonged to her. She belonged to nothing.

Watching the children sleep for a few more seconds felt torturous, so she quickly kissed them on the foreheads, took a breath, and practically sprinted from the home. The sun was starting to come up fully when she was half-way to the City Centre. Her head down, focused on her destination. Fear beginning to creep into her soul. Would she have to wear a Storm Trooper suit? She had seen a Storm Trooper once, and that was enough for her.

The City Centre was a decent size, with only 3 towering buildings, with smaller stone huts scattered between them, most of Centre's money was made off of the gambling of death matches. Death matches played in Tatooine, some planet far off from here.

She rarely was in the City Centre, where her Uncle gambled her meager wages away. Rarely was the First Order here to collect anything, there was no value on Enarc, spare a few volunteers for the First Order. Paid volunteers, she reminds herself. Turning towards Docking Station 74, Saeva fells a shiver by her spine.

This was wrong, she realized, something was wrong. Her heart suddenly beating fast.

Someone was watching her and she felt it. Turning carefully to not seem aware, Saeva glanced around the modest, newly awoken centre. Locals brushing past her, as she paused in the walking lane. Some gurgling angrily at her to move. She began to pace forward toward the Docking Station, glancing left and right. Looking for her spy.

As she rounded the corner, she had forgotten her strange feeling, and was over taken with awe at the size of the First Order Collection ship. It was so bright, new, and sleek. 10 or so people were lined up at the Docking Station, being interviewed by an Officer in a gray uniform. Saeva was marveling at ship that she didn't hear the person creeping up at her.

A small hand blocked her mouth, pulling her into a nearby ally. Saeva shoved backwards, pushing the person restraining her to the wall, but they maintained their balance. Saeva did not, falling to the ground, turning around with her teeth snarling.

She had been able to fend off thieves before, today was no in her area were usually small, teenage boys. Her face changed at the site of a young girl, maybe a few years older than her, staring back at her with big, warm eyes. Her skin, a perfect sun kissed tan, her brown hair pulled back in a half-pony tail. Her face concerned, non-threatening.

"Who are you!? I have nothing to give you."

The girl raised her hand in a non-defensive or attack mode, but to soothe Saeva. Crouching down to her level, their faces not too far apart.

"I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to help you." her voice and accent was smooth. Saeva paused for a moment, and glanced around. No signs of an ambush anywhere.

"Help me? How?"

"You don't have to join the First Order."

"How did you…"

" I am with the Resistance, We have been traveling to the Mid and Outer Rims, trying to recruit where the First Order is. Anywhere We can. I watched a man brag about putting his niece on the First Order list yesterday at the Cantina. I knew it had to be you."

"How could you tell?"

The girl looked at her face, Saeva realizing her face must have bruised overnight. She lowered her eyes, away from the girl's concerned look. Her voice becoming soft, Saeva breathed out.

"I must join, my family depends on the money."

The girl shook her head.

"Is it something you believe in?"

Her head shot up.

"No, I don't know what I believe…"

Saeva began to get up, taking the offered hand of the brunette.

"The First Order will not allow you to decide on your own what you believe."

"The Resistance will?"

The girl nodded slowly, careful with her words.

"We will understand if this is not your fight, We all know how hard it is to survive in this galaxy."

Saeva felt a rush of power flowing from this girl, a sensation she had never felt before in her life. The sensation felt natural though, that this sense felt strong, solid, and safe. The brunette quirked her head to the side as if she felt the sensation too. They felt familiar to one another.

"What is your name?"

"Saeva"

A memory of her Aunt hushing her about her last name slams into her brain. An emptiness creeping into her gut. She wished she could recall the name.

"I'm Rey."

The girl still had her head tilted, watching her, but a small smile at her lips. She had no past as well. A mutual consideration passed between them.

Saeva contemplated her next move, her eyes glancing at the intimidating First Order vessel, that towered over their location. She lowered her eyes to Rey, relaxing, and realizing a first in her life. A Choice.

After hearing Rey's offer, and after many questions, Saeva felt a new sensation building within her.

Moving to Rey's ship, navigating through the back streets of the city was one of the first thrills of her life. She felt in sync to her moves, knowing which way she was to turn. Rey never hesitated or had to look back on Saeva, a growing smirk on her face.

They reached a small, unassuming cargo ship. Saeva glanced around, seeing a few hooded figures entering the vessel as well.

Rey, never losing her step followed them up the cargo ship's ramp. Her face unwavering, clearly knowing the hooded figures.

Saeva carefully stepped onto the ship, possibly the first ship of her life. Her heart pounding with each step. The ramp opened up to a large cargo space, that must have been used for moving large crates of product. It sat empty at the moment.

Saeva traced her hands around the ship, eyeing every piece of her first ship. Her breathing finally steady from all the excitement.

The hooded figures re-emerged from the cockpit, that sat above the cargo area from a tall ladder.
Removing their hoods, two handsome men revealed their identities to Saeva.
One of men smiling at Rey, the other watching Saeva cautiously.

"Saeva, Finn and Poe Dameron, Rebellion leaders."

Saeva extended her hand out, shaking as bravely as she could.

Poe Dameron, the one who was watching her, exchanged a look with Rey. Who brushed it off, not shaking her smile.

"I was able to convince Saeva here to meet with the Resistance and not join the First Order. I think We may have more to discuss with her in the future as well. I can feel it."

She wore a smile like she knew something Saeva didn't.

Poe merely nodded and switched to a cautious tone.

"How long have you lived here? On Enarc?"

"My whole life, I think. I never knew my parents, they died when I was young. My Aunt took me in."

"What products do they produce on this planet?"

Saeva realized he was quizzing her, interviewing her.

"Nothing, its just another planet ravished by gambling. While Naboo sits in their perfect world, not far from here, ignoring us."

Her uncle's words slipped out and Saeva almost felt embarrassed by the statement she blurted out.

"Who says that?"

"My Uncle, I'm sorry, its probably something he said because he was angry…"

"Who gave you that bruise?"

Poe was hitting her rapid fire with questions. Barely hearing her answers.

He motioned to her face.

"My Uncle."

Her tone became flat. She felt embarrassment. Why would the rebellion take someone who couldn't handle one man? Her eyes lowered.

A hand was placed on her shoulder. Finn was giving her a look of understanding, as was Rey. Deep understanding.

"The rebellion is built by people who have been unjustly pushed to the brink. You should never blame yourself for his actions."

Finn spoke firmly, giving Poe a look to back off with his questions. Poe smiled weakly at Saeva, his eyes still unsure of her.

"We have a few more people to recruit and planets to visit. It won't be anytime soon til we reach a base. There is a refresher in the back and new clothes in that bin. Space can get a bit cold."

Saeva glanced down at her worn down tunic, built for humid rains and mud. Her cheeks blushing from shame of her attire.

Poe moved up the ladder to the cockpit, Finn behind him. Exchanging hushed words and playful insults. Arguing who was going to fly the Cargo Ship.

Rey put her arm around Saeva, she realized Rey was slightly taller than her by a few inches. Her brown hair reminding her of her cousins. Her sudden sadness hit her gut as she looked through the clothing bin. She picked out a pair of black pants, with a green long sleeve shirt, looked built for hiding in a forest. A tactical shirt with purpose. It felt warm, too warm for her planet, but she took Poe's warning seriously.

The trio was dressed with the idea of staying warm, rather than Enarc's conditions. Rey with long sleeves and pants as well.

Would the children have their clothing properly made? Maintained? Would her Uncle's new wife care for them correctly?

Rey, reading her emotions, guided her to the fresher.

"We won't be lifting off for another hour. Take your time, keep the clothes even if you change your mind. I understand it is your family. The First Order. That is a path that is not for your best interest, your choice, and your voice. You can have one with us." Rey's tone had shifted when discussing the First Order, but remained friendly towards her.

Saeva smiled sadly at her, nodding.

In the fresher, Saeva found her favorite new part of possibly joining the rebellion. A shower. With warm water and soap. A simple bar of soap was a dream for Saeva. It was always bucket baths for her. She relished the sensation and lost track of time in the shower. Her mind set on her decision.

Stepping out of the shower and drying her hair, she noticed all the mud and dirt that had come off her on the bottom of the shower. She tossed her tunic in the trash, unable to look at it any longer.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Saeva realized how different she looked than her cousins. Her hair was a dirty blonde, on the darker side, but her features were more petite in the face. Her cousins had more defined noses and chins. It made Jace look like a little man at times. She stared at her eyes, blue and piercing. They seemed to shine brighter in this lighting. Maybe it was because her dusty mirror at home was never used for this vanity, but to make sure her Uncle never attacked her from behind while she was cooking.

Anger coursed through Saeva's body. Her frustration at her Uncle was pulsating through her. Her bruise on her face a glaring reminder. Biting her lip in anger, she looked away from the mirror and was dressed. Why didn't she leave sooner, on her own terms? The children.

No More. Never Again will he hurt her. Joining the First Order would only further his will to punish her.

Exiting the refresher, she found Rey, out of her coat. She was leaning on a seat in a relaxed position. She straightened a moment, looking for Saeva's decision.

"I'll stay."

She said it softly, but smiled brightly as Rey's face brightened.

"I was worried, I could sense that you were angry in there. I was scared Poe was pushing you away with his questions."

Saeva tilted her head at Rey.

"Sensed?"

How would she had known? The sensations being shared between them were starting to unhinge Saeva.

Rey coyly looked at her.

"I am a Jedi."

Saeva stared at her.

"Luke Skywalker is a Jedi…I've never heard of you…"

Rey shrugged.

"That isn't the point of being a Jedi, to be known. It's more than all the stories."

Rey stood before Saeva, looking at her as if she was trying to convey more than just her words to her.

"Its about balance, of life, the Force and how it flows in this universe. Doing what is right."
Saeva stared at her, heart fluttering at Rey's calm words. Confidence oozed from this girl, who was merely a few years older than her.

"I can sense certain things, I must train and mediate. Find my inner balance."

Saeva nodded and rubbed her hands together.

"Saeva, have you ever had feelings or known things before they happened."

Rey looked her with big eyes, looking for connection…hope.

Saeva shook her head, lowering it slightly.

"Not that I am aware of, the most I have ever felt was when we meet today. Like I was being washed over with something old."

Rey nodded to her, looking slightly disappointed.

"I am rather new to this myself."

"Can you lift rocks?"

Rey laughed, her eyes hiding a sadness that Saeva caught.

"Its more than that…a lesson I learned from an old friend."

She said the words carefully, turning her head to the cockpit.

"Are We ready to roll?"

"Ay-Ay Commander Rey."

Rey rolled her eyes at the two in the cockpit, offering Saeva a seat.

The two sat and buckled their safety belts, the weight of lift off surprising Saeva. She even yelped a little, giggling as her body felt the power of the ship.

Rey smiled at her, like she knew that excitement of entering space for the first time.

"I never get over that feeling too. I hope you never do."

Saeva looked at Rey, sighing.

"I feel free."

Saeva studied Rey more closely, and tried to understand and compute that she was a Jedi. A concept that seemed to be merely a legend, of fantasy.

She closed her eyes, feeling the sensations of entering space and the ship shifting to hyperdrive. Her heart racing.

Before Saeva knew it, she had fallen asleep. Her exhaustion from the lack of sleep the night before overcoming her. She wanted to discuss so much more with Rey, but her body was failing her.

Saeva awoke, without opening her eyes, to harsh tones. Poe's voice for sure, but also Rey's.

"This was General Organa's last request of us, Poe. Recruit and re-route volunteers for the First Order. Seven Planets in Seven Days. This is our first true volunteer in four planets."

"I don't know, it doesn't feel right. There is something about this girl. I don't know what is it about her. The damaged story seems a little too undercover for me."

Saeva could feel Rey's look with her eyes closed, a fire of a silent stare.

"Okay, maybe I am pushing it. I just have this bad feeling. Something isn't right."

"I think you know my senses about people are a bit stronger than yours, Poe. This girl has something about her. I've only felt this when I was around the Knights of Ren or—-"

"I think your faith and optimism and naivety has burned you in the past. Isn't that a reason you have headaches every once in a while, or see you glaring at nothing?"

Rey clicked her tongue in frustration.

"It was different, if you saw it through my eyes, I thought I could bring Be-."

"Say his true name, not the one you want him to have, the one he claims."

Rey grew silent. The tension was clear.

"What do you sense in her?"

"Hope. New beginnings. What do you see?"

"Secrets."

Saeva grew restless listening, and tried not to shift her body. But the ship lurching forward made her yelp. Sitting up straight to grasp the sides of her seat. Her hands coming to her shoulders, realizing how cold she was. Space was freezing.

Poe and Rey emerged from their hallway chat. Rey nodding towards Saeva. Poe ignoring her, going towards the cockpit.

"Finn, good buddy, what you do up there?"

Finn responded down from the cockpit.

"We have to stop, fuel up. But I don't know if this is where We want to stop?"

Rey helped Saeva find a sweater to wear, than began to climb the ladder after Poe to the cockpit. Saeva followed slowly, placing herself in a seat. Poe's lack of trust of her was worrisome. But Her attention drew to the window, no longer concerned about the brooding man. Her breath hitching at the sight of space, but more so at a huge planet getting bigger and bigger to their ship's view.

It was a dark planet, with what looked like molten terrain, volcanos and ash. It was not very habitable looking.

"My sensors say there is a refueling station here. Sensors went a little haywire, but I can definitely tell there is a fuel station there."

Poe glanced at the map and at Finn. A incredulous look on his face.

"How did you get us to the Mustafar system?"

Rey looked ill, color draining from her face. She remained silent.

"It was the best reroute to the ship's normal refueling stations."

Poe shook his head.

"Buddy, You took us way out there, Yavin far."

"We are close to Yavin? Kerf."

Saeva stayed silent, unsure of the locations they spoke of. Her curiosity peaked at the sight of the planet. A pull came to her, a yearning to learn more.

Rey shook her head.

"We can't land here. I have a bad feeling about this."

Poe looked at Rey's face, seeing her unease. His face dropping.

"We need fuel, We have to stop."

Finn looked bothered as well.

"This is old Empire territory, but I've never know the First Order to reoccupy it."

Saeva glanced at Finn, curious to his knowledge of the First Order. The knowledge between them was immense. The Trio sighed at once, a dread falling on them. It seemed like they found themselves in this situation often. A common occurrence of potential danger.
Saeva became restless in her seat, a quiet excitement to step foot on a new planet. Any planet. Her body tingled at the sight. Something was pulling at her. A journey was right before her. An adventure.
She noticed Rey glancing at her, not cautiously, but regarding. She must have sensed her emotions.

"I've never been to another planet before."

"This is prime location for a vacation." Poe sarcastically answered.

Saeva ignored his comment, his arrogance leaking into her veins.

The ship entered the atmosphere roughly, with everyone bracing, as the ship landed at what appeared to be an abandoned fueling station. A intimidating fortress just lay beyond the fueling station. Cascading rivers of lave flowing around the fueling station. It was like the planet was constantly moving and groaning with the intensity of the volcanic action.

"Oh, I've made a mistake."

Finn looked terrified, as Poe and Rey became more determined. Saeva felt an oozing sensation, like she understood the motions of the planet. There was a motion or system to this planet's lava.

"We will refuel and get out of here."

The group moved to disembark the ship. Rey pulled Saeva aside just before exiting.

"I want you to stay here at the ship."

"What?"

"We don't know who or what is out there, it may be better for you to stay here."

Saeva's stomach dropped, but she understood Rey's meaning. She was untrained and uneducated about most areas of the galaxy. She could unknowningly put them in harms way.

Rey was searching her face and took a small sigh.

"You can go outside, but don't leave the perimeter of the ship."

Saeva brightened and heart raced as the ramp lowered.

They disembarked, shutting the ships lights and power down to properly be prepped to refuel. Heat smacking the group hard. It was more of a dry heat, than the humid heat Saeva was use to. The lava gave plenty of glowing light around them to see properly on the planet. It smelled of ash and almost a burning iron. The mines and factories seemed darkened, no visible signs of movement. Finn and Poe found the fuel pump cord and attached it quickly to the ship. They were being hasty in their actions.
Rey was staring up at the looming Fortress, darkened, only glowing when a nearby lava river would flare up in anger.

"Darth Vader. This was his fortress."

Saeva quirked her head at Rey. She had only heard very few legends of Vader.

"Did you know him?"

Rey shook her head.

"No. But I do know people who do. Those who wish they did."

Saeva became silent, unsure of how to read Rey. It seemed her thoughts were else where. Before Saeva could ask her next question, Rey gripped her arm. A ship was landing at the Fortress. A First Order ship. Bright lights blasting the Fortress entrance that was out of sight.

"Finn."

Poe and Finn rounded the corner of the ship at Rey's tone. Their eyes looking up to the Fortress. Which loomed about 1000 yards away from them, several stories above them. The group huddled out of sight, but able to view the ship.

"Will they be able to see us?"

"I don't believe so, the ships systems are off, and this cargo ship blends pretty well. The atmosphere here also makes the sensors difficult to locate other systems. You were lucky I was here to land it, to be honest."

Poe smirked to himself. Their eyes were trained to the ship above.

Finn turned to Rey, her eyes blazing, calculating their next move.

"Is he here?"

Rey shook her head.

"No, I would have known before they landed."

The ship began to empty, at least 20 storm troopers emerging from the ship. Saeva eyes grew wide, the sheer intimidation of the First Order marveled her. The precision and organization. Several Officers exited the ships as well, dressed in gray uniforms. A final member exited the ship, he was dressed head to toe in a Officer's uniform, but in black. Clearly the head officer. He had bright red hair, slicked back. Saeva couldn't make out his face, but she could tell by his posture and the postures around them that he was in charge. The troop marched into the Castle, focused on the task at hand.

"Hux, slimy bastard. Always up to something"

Poe registered who the leader was. Glancing at Rey and Finn, who seemed to nod in agreement at an unspoken plan.

Rey turned to Saeva.

"I need you to stay here, out of sight."

"What, wait. by myself?"

"We need to see what Hux is up to. He's the main General, second in Command to the First Order. If we can just be one step ahead of him here. We could take full advantage."

Rey was searching Saeva's face, a faith placed in her she had never seen before by anyone. Saeva raised her chin.

"Of course. I'll make sure the ship is fueled and I'll be sure to stay out sight."

Rey nodded, she carefully rearranged a device on her hip, allowing it to be exposed. Poe readied his blaster, as did Finn. The began to to make their way towards the Fortress, climbing the a jagged cliff to an open window.

Saeva stepped back, entering the ship, watching the fuel log. The darkness in the ship giving her a shiver.

The ship was being fueled quickly, already at 95%. Staying silent and limiting her body movements, she was on edge. Listening for any sounds of approaching soldiers. Her eyes glancing at the ramp of the ship, the glowing of the lava shinning into the ship. As she stared out at the ramp, she noticed a twinkling of a color.

A purplish hue crossed passed the ramp and a sensation overcame Saeva.

Follow it.

A tiny voice inside her insisted.

Follow it.

Saeva paused, moving carefully to glance out the ship. No signs of movement or noise. The twinkle of color, so opposite of the planet's background sparkled again. This time farther away from the ship. Saeva stepped out onto the ramp, slowly each step as were to break the ground. Her eyes searched the platform, the heat striking her face hard, but a sudden gust of cool air struck the back of her head.
Saeva whipped her head to see where the cool air could possible come from. Before her laid a path way, leading below the away from the ship, beneath the Fortress.
Was that there before?

Carefully, Saeva stepped toward the pathway, pausing. She looked up to the castle, seeing no movement outside the ship. Her body was pulling at her to keep moving.

The purple twinkle caught her eye again, and she made her way down the pathway, as it wrapped around into the base of the Fortress.

A ragged, cave like entrance encouraged her to step forward, as she did so, Saeva realized what a dangerous spot she put herself in. The entrance brought her to a volcanic cavern, with a narrow bridge of stone, jagged and darkened like the planet. Below the bridge was a gurgling pool of lave, spitting up shots of lava every few seconds.

Saeva's eyes could barely explore because they had become transfixed at a purple crystal, about the size of her two hands. It was floating above the middle of a bridge, at the height of her shoulders, above the lava below. Its color bright and unchanging even with the harsh colors of the lava, smoke, and ash.

It was calling to her, this stone. It felt like it belonged to her. It was safe.

Before Saeva knew it, she was standing right before the stone, hands reaching out. A sudden wave to be cautious came over her.

Her eyes began to explore the cavern.

The other side or opposite side of the bridge was leading into what looked to be the basement of the fortress. She could see stairs leading up inside somewhere.
The entrance she had entered would lead her back outside and to the ship.

Her focus returned to the crystal, it was floating very still, unchanged, merely spinning slowly in an orbit.
Saeva reached her hands out and felt a vibration from the crystal.

It wanted her to take it.

As soon as she wrapped her hands around the crystal, the color changed to a darkened purple. Her hands felt numb, thrumming with power. Saeva closed her eyes, feeling a feeling she never felt before.
A purpose coursing through her. Whatever her purpose was, this crystal was the key. Her eyes opened, as she gripped the crystal to her chest, sensing a pair of eyes on her.

Poe Dameron stood at the entrance of the cavern from the Fortress, his face with a determined, concerned face.

"Who are you?"

"I told you who I was. Why do you question me like this?"

"Habits. War. Spies…..but WHO are your people?"

"My aunt and uncle were Sole Del of Enarc, my parents…I….I don't know."

Saeva looked down at the crystal, the first item in her life that felt like belonged to her. Or she belonged to it.

"I know where you come from. I know where you hail."

Poe looked dangerous walking towards her, Saeva sensing his fear of her. She gripped the crystal to her chest.

"There are legends and myths that come from my planet. If I can trace it properly and line up the facts. I can prove who you are. You lived on Enarc, near Naboo. A planet that birthed a dangerous bloodline that no one knew had continued."

"Vader? Poe, what are you saying to me?"

Poe shook his head, standing before her, hand on his blaster. He stared at the crystal.

"We know why Hux is here, He is looking for that."

Saeva held it tighter.

"This crystal was once owned by the Emperor Palpatine, kept here for safety under the watch of Darth Vader. He had plans of a future weapon, plans the General recently must have discovered in their archives. A crystal that calls to the Emperor's bloodline."

Saeva paused, staring at Poe. She questioned with true sincerity, trying to make him not feel so threatened. He looked threatened by her.

"Is the crystal calling to you?"

"No, its trying to reject me."

His face tense as he moved closer to Saeva, only a step away from her personal space.

The dots connected, Saeva understood what Poe is implying. She was a descendent of the Emperor. The creator of the Empire, the First Order's origin or base.

A sudden influx of blaster shots and shooting could be heard from the fortress side of the cavern. Echoing down the stairwell.

Saeva looked over Poe's shoulder to see if Finn and Rey were behind them.

"Poe, We have to get out of here, get Finn and Rey. Get the crystal and run."

Saeva was rejecting his theory of her lineage, maybe they could research it further. Find truth in real facts, not feelings and assumptions. A conversation for a different time. There was no way what he said was true.

Poe didn't move, his face sinking, like he was realizing something she wasn't.

"Maybe it was fate for us to meet you. Maybe the force."

Saeva looked at him confused, unsure of his face or train of thought.

"Maybe this is where I can end this potential weapon, or even a greater potential threat."

Saeva realized Poe's tone was darkening.

"Poe, What are you saying?"

Before Saeva could realize or move, Poe had pushed her hard. Losing her footing, Saeva felt herself fall backwards off the bridge, falling down towards the lava. Heat began to swarm around Saeva, her body clutching the crystal. An intense pain and sensation swarmed Saeva, causing her to black out. The last sight was looking up at the bridge at Poe's face as she fell, along with Finn and Rey's looks of horror behind him. The lava consuming her eyesight, a scream barely having to escape her lips as she blacked out.

A slow beeping noise awoke Saeva, the rhyme of her thoughts becoming clearer and clearer. Her shock of being alive shook her thought process, but a sudden wave of dread and pain swept through her.

A piercing pain radiated down the back of her head to her mid-back. Her breath hitching, the beeping noise intensifying. Her eyes blurred open, unable to focus, merely seeing bright lights and shadows.

"She's awake. How in the world is she awake?"

"After what the Troopers saw, I surprised your'e surprised by this, and not their story."

"Her wounds are healing faster, but give her more sedation."

Before Saeva could listen closer her strength became dulled and back into the darkness she fell again.

Saeva woke up slowly again, her eyes clear and focused. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling of bright lights and sleek design. She turned her head to see she was in an empty medical bay. Organized, clean, and a distinct look she had seen before.

First Order, her mind sensed it.

After a slow breath with her eyes closed, her mind replayed what placed her here in the first place. Panic filled her. Poe Dameron's determined face as he shoved her into a lava pit. Then nothing, she couldn't recall what happened next.

How she survived.

Saeva slowly sat up, her back aching and stinging. She wore a thin, gray gown that covered her front ,but not her back. Her stretcher had a blueish gel cushioning, touching it with her hand made Saeva realize they were tending to her back in particularly. A medicine was soaked into the blue gel that made her fingers tingle.

Her hand trailed the parts of her back that she could reach. Discomfort, scaring, and sore skin she had never felt before was all she could feel. Her heart sank.

She was not completely unscathed by Dameron's attack. Her back was a disaster. The pain was subsiding as she slowly stretched off the bed, noticing the IV in her right arm and the monitor leads on her chest. With a quick motion she ripped them off and went to rip her IV out, when a Medical Robot caught her arm.

"I suggest not doing that. You'll bleed all over the floor, making quite a mess."

Saeva stilled, sitting back down on the bed.

The robot tilting his head at her.

"I have informed my supervisor that you are awake, troopers will be here shortly to bring you to your quarters."

Saeva twisted her head at the dried as he removed her IV smoothly, covering the site with a bandage.

"Quarters? Where am I?"

The robot looked back at her.

"The Finalizer, the strongest ship in the First Order Fleet, until the Supremacy is repaired and renovated to the Supreme Leader's taste."

Saeva stared down the robot, her mind going a mile a second. How did she get placed here? Her mind began to form an answer.

"Droid, how did I get here?"

"Why General Hux and his troop were on a mission, details of mission I am unable to access. They found you on this mission. Half-dead in a lava cavern."

"Was there anyone else there?"

"The reports in the computer system state that three operatives of the resistance were there. That is how the troopers found you, following them. Obtaining the resistance fighters was unsuccessful."

"Did the resistance did they pull me from the lava? Did the female operative?"

The droid seemed to be accessing information from the ships computer.

"No. Reports indicated that you pulled yourself from the lava, only life threatening injuries to your back."

Saeva was confused, how could she remove herself from a pit of lave.

"But how was only my back affected, I fell fully into the pit."

The droid seems to appear to access the files, but paused.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am but it seems I can't access that portion of the report."

Saeva grew agitated and anxious. Troopers were coming for her and she was just sitting here, accepting that?!

Her mind began to wander, they are probably going to execute here for not reporting for her duties that her Uncle signed her up for. She shook her head. Who was she kidding? She was just with the top three rebellion leaders, that alone is a reason to be terminated. She had a Empire artifact in her hands as well.

The crystal.

"Droid, what happened to the crystal or artifact."

"That portion of the file is blocked."

Saeva stood up, scanning the room, looking for escape. The droid pushing her back down with strength she didn't expect. It suddenly handed her clothing. A pair of loose fitting gray pants and shirt, clothing that medical techs would wear on her planet. These were much nicer though, an emblem of the first order placed on the shirt.
"You have 2 minutes till the troopers arrive, they will not wait for you to be dressed."

Saeva scrambled into the clothing, her back aching at the movement. Her heart racing.

The droid handed her pair of slip on shoes.

Saeva shivered, staring at the door, and at exactly the two minute mark the troopers entered. Four stormtroopers in glaring white suits stood before her in formation. A lone Officer with black hair greeted her, his uniform tight and crisp. He seemed to be taking her in slowly. Saeva feeling self-conscious of her appearance. Her hair must be a burnt mess, her hands reaching for it. She found her hair in a neat ponytail, unchanged in length. Odd.

"Ma'am, I would like to introduce myself. Colonel Mitka."

He seemed timid around her, but he had a soft face. Non-threatening. Whoever wanted her here did not want her to feel threatened. He extended a hand out for a shake, Saeva taking it slowly. Her face puzzled.

"Officer. What is happening? Where am I to go now?"

"We have a designated quarters for you while you finish your recovery."

Saeva nodded slowly, allowing him to lead the way. The four troopers surrounded her, placing her in the middle while they made their way out of the medical bay. More questions swarming her brain.

The silence of the grand hallways were cut short due to the marching of the troopers feet. The hallways sleek and impressive. She had never been on something so clean before.

"Colonel, Do you know what is to become of me?"

The Colonel glanced behind his shoulder.

"I do not. You will be briefed once you are fully recovered."

"Am I to be killed? Why heal me to kill me?"

The Colonel stared at her as if she didn't know herself.

"That would be a waste of time. Your purpose must be greater than you think. The Supreme Leader sent me directly for this transport. General Hux with a detailed plans of the exchange."

The Colonel took a breath, realizing he was spilling more information than he had intended to spread.

Saeva nodded to him, her mind filling with more questions. After a several minutes of walking and two elevator exchanges. The squad stopped.

He brought her to a large black door, entered a code, the rush of the doors opening brought a rush of warm air to her face. Stepping into her quarters, Saeva realized her quarters were slightly warmer than the hallways on the ship she had travelled through. Before her was a modest living space. A couch and two chairs with a table. A case of hold pads and a window outlooking into space. The window took up half the wall.

"Oh. My. Stars."

The troopers waited outside the quarters, but the Colonel joined her in the quarters. He handed her a data pad.

"If you are to become hungry, please just order through this data pad, our droid service will deliver food

to you."

She took the data pad, glancing back out to her view of stars. The Colonel directed her to a side room, with a twin bed, dark sheets. The color scheme was grays, black and signature First Order red.

"The Refresher is beyond your bed, I suggest you if you take any showers let it be before 4 or after 10. The system is near perfectly, but showers are taken in bulk between those times. If you prefer warm water of course."

Saeva thought of her first shower…how long had it been? When she was with Rey on the cargo ship?

"Colonel, How long have I been here?"

"Two weeks, Ma'am."

That struck her hard and she wondered how much medical work they had to do on her. She pushed to move on from the thought of being unconscious for such a long time. Time passing so quickly.

There seem to be a closet full of First Order outfits. It seemed like they had given her a Officer's quarters, several uniforms placed there. Plenty of medical wear like the the gray she was wearing, but in black.

"I shall leave you to be settled, I already ordered you dinner, I hope you don't mind."

Saeva nodded slowly, taking in her surroundings.

The Colonel moved toward the door, Saeva following after him. The idea of being alone worried her. To get lost in her thoughts. Her lineage right at the cusp of her thoughts. Nope, she was not going to think about Poe's theory.

The Colonel raised his hand to stop her, softly.

"I must leave you now. You must remain in these quarters. Please."

Before she could protest, the door was closed and she was alone with her thoughts.

She turned to the empty space, sucking in air. She was prisoner. Again. First her Uncle…now here.
Her fists curled and tears sprung to her eyes. The mixture of despair and rage moved through her.

Poe Dameron. The Resistance. They cursed her here.

She couldn't be who Poe said she was. There was no way, her family was no one, from some no where planet. He didn't know her. How could he do that to someone he barely knew?!

Saeva grabbed the closest thing next to her, a chair and tossed it with huge strength at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. A shriek escaping her as it fell apart. Staring at the chair, wondering where that power had come from.

Her fate was unknown to her. Again.

Several days passed with Saeva having to place herself in a routine to keep her mind steady.

She awoke at 4 every morning, showered quickly, dressed in relaxed wear.

She ate three meals a day that a droid, who couldn't speak to her, delivered. The food that was brought to her was feast in her eyes, she was careful not to overindulge in anything too sweet or salty. Something she never in her lifetime that she would ever thought she would have to consider.

Dressing in the medical tech wear was her first choice, the Officer's uniform being too itchy, formal and uncomfortable. If she was going to be quarantined, must as well be comfortable.

She mostly focused on reading the holo pads in her room.

Most of it First Order propaganda, but some of the information was military training. Strategies, plans, weapons mechanics. No history of the Empire, much to her dismay. Hours she'd pour over the pads, grateful that her Aunt taught her to read.

She would have gone mad by now if it wasn't for reading.

A basic hand to hand combat instruction book helped keep her body from becoming too still or flaccid with boredom. The aches and pains of lying down for two weeks really pushed Saeva to move her body. The hand to hand combat focused on the basics of muscle movement and coordination. Her back barely bothered her these the last two days, only in the first few seconds of her showers did she wince at her large wounds. Saeva wanted to strengthen her muscles, maybe give herself a chance at escaping if she can take one trooper down.

Reading about the Galaxy, and different regions made things much clearer for her. She thought back to how Finn had truly gotten them off course. And that she finally understood Poe's frustration, the thought of him suffering making her smiling.

Most nights, Saeva would fall asleep with the holopad of the map to the galaxy projected up to the ceiling. She lay there staring at all the planets she hoped to see, her eyes fading down.

On this particular evening, Saeva felt herself pacing. 7 days. A week. No human contact. No nothing. Just a non-verbal droid with meals and a laundry droid to take her clothing.

The black medical scrubs and soft shoes she wore made her pacing silent, her grunting at the wall did not.

Maybe they want me to go insane? She thought harshly to herself. Break her? What is there to break?

Her eyes glanced out the window, sensing something. Something different approaching. She leaned against the glass.

Her eyes watching a series of twenty-five Tie-Fighters flying in. She had seen this before, but they were trailed by a sleeker, darker ship. A higher level kind of ship. She had read about it in her studies. Her heart began to race.

Someone important was boarding the ship.

Saeva turned back to her room, as if something new was going to appear. Grabbing her data pad, she ordered a pitcher of water and sat quietly on her chair. Staring at the door. 15 minutes passed slowly.

A beeping noise came from a small door vent by the main doors. A small black droid emerged carrying a pitcher of water. It placed it on the table in front of her and beeped in regards away from her.

"Wait!"

The droid turned.

"Is there someone new no board?"

The droid that never truly acknowledge her before, beeped twice for the first time, and took off into the vent.

Saeva sighed and poured herself a glass of water. As she was drinking, her door opened suddenly for the first time. Causing her to stand up and drop her glass at the same time.

Two figures walked confidently into her quarters.

Before her stood one figure she had never seen before, and another who seemed remotely familiar. Both dressed in all black, one in a General's black uniform, the other dressed in black, tight fitting robes.

The striking red hair stood out to Saeva. General Hux looked much younger in close proximity, his eyes hollowed out to what looked like lack of sleep. A scowl on his face as he glanced to the other man.

Saeva surveyed the other man quickly, he was much taller than her and General Hux. Sturdy and built for battle it seemed to her. Dark hair and features, an unreadable look on his face. A dominant scar going up and over his right eye. His eyes were striking and unmoving from her face. A sensation of darkness clouding him, nearly clouding her feelings.

Saeva realized he was surveying her in a much more subtle way. She quickly looked away, unsure of how to engage his eye contact any longer. She glanced at General Hux, who was studying her as well, his face tilted in a way that made her feel like prey stalked by a predator.

Looking down at the glass she broke, she gritted her teeth, releasing the breath she was holding. Noticing the top of her foot had been cut by the shattered glass.

"I would first like to apologize in the delay of introductions. The First Order was a bit pre-occupied in neighboring trade deals. Deals that I and the Supreme leader were occupied with. We were not able to properly see that you were settled into your accommodations."

General Hux had broken the silence, he spoke sternly and with command. His eyes shading over to the dark figure next to him, seeming to hesitate for a mere moment.

Saeva didn't know how to respond, but simply sat down, crossing her leg over her other leg. Grabbing a cloth next to the pitcher of water, tending to her small cut. Her eyes wanting to focus on anything but the looming figures in front of her.

"How do you find your accommodations?"

Hux's voice was a bit annoyed, probably by Saeva's lack of response. Saeva held her foot and glanced at him. Her foot beginning to sting. Her mind forced her to speak. Her tone was even, not to challenge the General.

"Comfortable."

The one word answer seemed to annoy the General more so. The silent figure moved behind Saeva to look out the window. She followed his movements over her shoulder. Unsure of how to address the two of them.

"I am General Hux, Commander of this vessel, and second in command of the First Order."

The latter part of that sentence seemed to have grinned out of his mouth, his eyes set on the figure behind Saeva.

Saeva turned back towards the figure, her head tilted.

"And who is my unnamed co-captor?"

The man glanced back at her, a darkened expression on his face. Saeva inner humor turning within her.

"This is Supreme Leader of the First Order: Kylo Ren."

General Hux spit out the sentence as if he had been burned, but also halfway surprised by Saeva's ignorance. Her eyes went wide at the revelation. Her part of the world was so small and seemingly cut off from most of the galaxy, needing to know leaders in either the First Order or the Resistance never seemed important. Saeva preferred the legends and myths of the Jedi.

Her mind suddenly began to tingle, as if a headache was about to form. She stood up suddenly. A force hitting her hard, it felt like someone was on top of her. Even though no one was. A weight was being weighed down on her. Grabbing her head, she fell to her knees. Suffocation of the mind.

She glanced up to see General Hux crossing to Kylo Ren, barely regarding her form on the ground. He whispered some words to Kylo Ren, who seemed to be raising his hand now towards her head.

He pushed harder. Her mind felt like a twirling magnet that Saeva could not stop from twisting.

Saeva suddenly began to feel an aura that she had felt before. Similar to when she had held the crystal in her hands. A defensive move.

Push back.

Saeva screamed out loud and focusing on the shuttering sensation that pulsated from her mind against the force in her brain. She could almost visualize the combat of her mind, like her mind formed a barrier, removing the suffocating force.

A silence filled the room, Saeva stared at the floor, blinking tears out of her eyes, unmoving. Her head began to rest and she began to re-control her breathing.

After a moment, she glanced cautiously up to see if the force would return suddenly in front of her.

Kylo Ren stood not far from her, his face slightly confused, a single drip of sweat down his forehead. General Hux stood behind him, a concerned look on his face. His stare watching Kylo's stare on her.

"She's like her."

General Hux made a noise that sounded like disappointment or annoyance. He brushed past Kylo Ren, offering Saeva his hand to get off the floor. Saeva took it slowly, feeling dizzy, but no longer wanting to be on the floor. When she started to stand, she faltered, making Hux grip her closely. He lead her to the couch, handing her a new glass of water. His stare never leaving her face. It unnerved her. She turned to the side, curling in her seat a bit, keeping her feet on the ground.

Kylo Ren removed his cloaked and sat across from Saeva. Purposeful. Poised.

"Do you know what you are?"

Saeva was terrified of him and could barely look at him. She spoke softly, fear of retaliation.

"I don't know…why does any one want to know this? Or why does anyone know more than I do?"

General Hux, stood behind Kylo Ren. He seemed to be formulating a plan in his mind, his eyes never leaving her face. She couldn't read either man, or even sense their intentions. He spoke so formally to her.

"You are a descendent of a very powerful force user. A creator for all you see before you."

"The Emperor."

Saeva stated it slowly. Their faces showing some surprise.

"So you do know your past?"

Saeva shook her head.

"Poe Dameron alluded to who or where my family potentially come from…before he tried to kill me."

General Hux cocked an eyebrow, sharing a glance at Kylo Ren, who seemed unfazed by the news.

"Poe Dameron is an impulsive fool. He knew what potential power he could take away from the First Order. How long were you with the Resistance?"

Saeva chuckled softly to herself.

"6 hours…until Dameron deemed I was a threat."

"You are a threat."

Kylo Ren said it smoothly, like he was use to such terms directed at him in the same way.

"Your mere drop of blood represents everything he has lived his whole life fighting against. He did what most are afraid to do in war."

"Rey would have stopped him, if she had know."

"Would she? After 6 hours of knowing you…?"

Saeva stalled at the question. She looked down at her hands, feeling naive and like a child. Suddenly unsure of the answer posed in front of her.

"Rey wanted to help me."

"Did she know about Poe's theory?"

Saeva shook her head, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. She made her way to the window, looking out to the vast part of space. The reflection allowing her to see the two figures behind her, unmoving. Their eyes glued to her.

General Hux spoke suddenly.

"We cross-matched your blood with our archives data of the Emperor's blood. You are a direct match to a qualifying descendent."

Saeva closed her eyes. Her fate hanging in the balance again.

"What does that mean for me?"

She glanced back at the two, Kylo Ren now standing. The two spoke in unison.

"Power."