Kazuda wanted his assignment as a spy to go well. He wanted to make a difference, and have Jarek Yeager respect him. Kaz had something this time, something big to tell Yeager.

In Captain Doza's closet hung an Imperial uniform. Had Imanuel Doza served? Did he plan on reestablishing ties with his former associates, who had insidiously transformed into The First Order? Thinking these things made Kaz's head reel. Did Torra know about her father? Knowing Torra, if her father had been an Imperial, and she found out, she would 'outrun light speed.' If she even believed her father had been one of them.

The Empire…still casting its dark shadow…

The more Kaz thought about it, the more caught up in a tailspin he became. He told himself to calm down. First things first, flashed in his brain.

He needed to divulge the news to Yeager. Maybe he already knew. Kaz rose from his bunk, giving BB-8 the high sign. The orange and white droid circled around a few times, excited over Kaz's excitement, which was contagious. Never mind that the inorganic in the room could never catch anything viable from a human.

Excitement transcended cells and circuitry.

"Let's go find him. This is very important information."

BB-8's head went counterclockwise to the rest of its spherical body.

The two were just about to leave. His quarters' visitor alarm sounded. If it was Jace Rucklin, he might as well go away. Kaz wasn't anxious to see him anytime soon. The guy had it in for him. It wasn't as though Kaz had set out to ruin his racer. Surprised, Kaz gaped. Torra was calling, standing with arms akimbo. Her expression was as determined as ever, the usual way she looked.

"Kaz, I'm still pumped! We have your BB-8 to thank for our still being alive. Let's promise that we never go into an incineration unit ever again."

"That's got my vote. No worries. I never will. Dodging laser beams isn't my idea of fun. That was no game, even though our treating it like it was saved us. Thanks again to your quick thinking."

"Kaz, how would you like to have dinner with me and my father?" Torra thought it was a magnificent idea, judging by the ecstatic look on her exotically-decorated face.

Kaz liked the teardrop-like dots around her eyes. They made her look whimsical and spunky. But, sitting down with a possible one-time Imperial henchman didn't appeal to Kaz. Why couldn't it be just the two of them, Torra and he?

"Well?" Torra waited patiently, but her patience was at an end. "Do you want to eat with my dad and me? Or not?"

Rapidly, yet sounding somewhat sheepish, Kaz quietly replied, "Yeah, sure. I'd like that fine." He kept nodding.

"Good! Because I already told my father you would! See you later, at the normal dinner hour, in my father's private Mess."

Before Kaz got to get a word in, Torra took off in a flash, muttering what had sounded like, Buggles needs a walk.

She's always walking that crazy, spoiled voorpak, Kaz silently griped. "Okay, Torra, see ya then."

To BB-8, Kaz said, "C'mon, let's find Yeager. This intel can't wait."

Right on Kaz's heels, BB-8 obediently followed.