Aurelia had just sat down after stoking the fire in her small, crude pit that was situated in the middle of her one-room hut, when a small earthquake made the tea in her cup vibrate, along with everything else that wasn't secured down. In the ten some-odd years that she spent on this small moon, there had never been any sort of trembling of the rock. This meant something must've crashed on it. Something big.

She jumped to her feet, the fingers of the Force moving out around her hut, feeling for anything hostile. She didn't sense anything. Anything at all. That meant whatever crashed landed on the other side of the moon. It must've been really big to create a tremble like that. She made her way to her doorway, pushing her feet into her sandals and grabbing her walking cane.

The nameless moon that Aurelia resided was one that had been orbiting an abandoned neighboring planet of Alderaan, however was caught up in the blast of the Imperial Death Star many, many years ago and was pushed into the orbit of an asteroid field. It had a very weak atmosphere, but an atmosphere nonetheless that did an okay job of supporting the life of a one person.

That person was now grumbling over her now cold tea as she crossed the grassy plain of her home-world towards a mass that she could feel through the Force get stronger and denser.

"What is this?" She asked aloud as her Force sense moved itself at her will over the surface of what looked to be a small bean-shaped ship. She reached out and touched the metal of the hull. It was still warm from impact. She ran her hands and found a seam that she could grip. With a strong tug, and some help from the Force, a door hissed open.

Heartbeat. Startled, Aurelia stepped back and tripped over a vine, landing hard on her tailbone. There was a person inside of this ship! She jumped back to her feet. He was unconscious but the Force told her that his heartbeat was strong. Her hands found the straps that kept him buckled in to his seat and undid them. A man. He was muscular and solid underneath his armor. Athletic. She touched something hot and wet as she undid the seatbelts. Her hand went to her nose and she could smell the iron of human blood. "What happened to you?" She breathed softly.

Kylo Ren will never be as good as his grandfather.

You are a failure.

Disgrace.

Murderer.

Kylo Ren jolted himself awake, sitting up, the wound in his left side throbbed in protest at the sudden movement. Dizziness and vertigo blurred his vision. Or maybe that was the shooting pain that made his sore and tired muscles scream in anguish. His hands went to his face and he touched something strange. A bandage?

"I'd be careful, if I were you, Sitting up like that. That wound almost went straight through. I just got it to a place where the bleeding stopped." Kylo jerked his head to the voice and saw a small, slight girl dressed plainly in brown peasant clothes with long, wavy silvery-white hair. She was crouched, stirring something in a small pot that was suspended over an open flame.

"W-who are you?" Kylo managed between cracked, dry lips. Confusion making his head spin as he tried to recall his last memories before he blacked out. "Where am I?"

"Somewhere." She answered absently and ladled something from the pot into a cup. "I'm Aurelia, the queen of Somewhere." She padded across the dirt floor in her bare feet, and sat down at the edge of the bed. "Drink this."

Aurelia was beautiful in a whimsical, fairytale sort of way, Kylo noted as he took the cup from her hand. She had an oval face and freckles that made unusual constellations across her small nose. Her hair draped over her shoulders and ended at her lap. Her eyes were milky white and they stared through him like she was peering into the depths of his soul. They were captivating, but made him feel self-conscious at the same time. He examined the contents of the cup, forcing himself to look anywhere but her eyes and saw a light green liquid that reminded him of the latrines in the Stormtroopers barracks. His stomach turned in disgust. "What happened?"

She shrugged, her eyebrows raising. "I don't know. I could ask you the same thing."

Memories of the fight with that scavenger girl, Rey, flashed through his mind. The explosion of the Starkiller that the Resistance caused. Sharp pain erupted from his side and he moaned involuntarily, placing his hand over the bandaged wound.

"Drink." Aurelia urged and Kylo felt a small hand grip his and bring the cup to his lips. "It'll take away some of the pain."

"This isn't pain you can take away with an elixir." He managed between clenched teeth. Aurelia's other hand covered his on his wound. There was a powerful burst of the Force from the small girl and then the pain subsided to a dull throb. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Don't play ignorant with me." He hissed, his frustration playing on his nerves. The rage that fueled the Dark Side stirred within him, like someone stoking a hot flame. However, Aurelia didn't flinch or move. She just stared.

"That's not a really nice thing to say to a host." She countered and rose to her feet.

"Where's my armor?" Kylo said as he swung his body around to a sitting position, his wound protesting. He channeled the pain he felt, turned it into rage that fed into his power of the Dark Side. He felt the soreness of his muscles subside and new energy rejuvenate his tired bones. "Where did you hide it?"

"Your armor is over there." Aurelia pointed to the corner of the room where his black garb was piled neatly on the only chair in the room with his com, lightsaber, and helmet were laying on top. "I'm not hiding anything. You're the one that crashed on my planet. I was just trying to help you." Her frustrated tone made the wavy silver hair shake around her arms.

"I don't need help."

"You say that now." She scoffed and crossed her arms. Kylo rose to his feet and remarked at how much taller he was than her, just before dizziness overtook him and caused the room to start to spin. "You're going to walk ten steps and fall over with exhaustion and I'm going to have to drag your body back in here."

"I don't need your help." He repeated and then fell over, his knees giving out along with a good percentage of his consciousness. Aurelia caught him around the waste before he fell headfirst into the fire pit. With strength and precision, she guided him back to the small bed.

"I'll make you some food and tea." She smiled, her eyes crinkling around the edges. "And then you can dominate the galaxy."