Exiting the ship, she let her black boots sink into the Jakku desert sand. Never in her days did she ever think she would ever be back. She never wanted to come back. And yet, here she was. But, that was the least of her worries. She pulled next to her her staff that was strapped on her back, and pressed a small button that ignited two short glowing red spikes on either end of it. All around her were was a rain of blaster fire. Stormtroopers shot at anyone who dared try flee, fight back, or would not grant them access inside their small huts. While some searched, others rounded the villagers into the center of the village. "Search every last one of them!" She barked as she glided over to a hut, and in a huff, kicked in the door. Inside she found a man and a woman huddled around there three small children.

"How sweet," her voice void of any sympathy. Swiftly and deliberately she rummaged through their hut, turning over every last possession they had, which wasn't much, all for it to turn up with nothing.

With nothing there for her to find, she turned to leave the now trashed hut. Only stopping when she heard a challenging voice speak up behind her, "I hope you find him."

Whirling around on the balls of her feet, she nearly danced in the sand as she stalked towards him, "I'm sorry?" Her eyes warned him to watch his words, to stand down. But he was a foolish man.

"I hope you find Luke Skywalker. And I hope he mercilessly slaughters you where you stand," he matched her eyes with his own, in them a bright and fiery spit of hope.

Oh, how it disgusted her.

She closed the distance between them, and she roughly grabbed his jaw in her hand. The children audibly whimpered for fear of what she would do to their father as the woman was holding her breath, clutching her children as tightly as she could.

"You know, I don't tend to take kindly the haughty," She said, bringing her lighted staff near his face so he could feel its heat.

Her threats were fruitless in clenching his spirit. Instead, his eyes seemed to glow all the brighter, "So long as he lives, I have hope. The first order will be brought to its knees."

Nearly rearing back from his strong-willed words, she took a moment, but only a very brief moment, to compose herself before she jabbed one end of her staff saber into the man's heart. She let his body slump to the dusty floor before she kneeled down to whisper in his ear, "your foolishness has brought you to your knees, and to your death."

Rey stood, and turned on her heels to leave. Behind her she heard the wailing of voices, but she paid them no mind. At least, not until she felt one of them move from their place on the floor to lunge at her. And Rey spun around, staff in hand, and slashed the mother whose hands were outstretched to enelope Rey's neck. The woman's body hit the ground with a hard thud, right next to the man's. Rey turned slowly to look into the eyes of the three frightened children, all traces of hope gone from their tiny bodies. Good. They were better off that way. Better off alone. And she turned, and left.

Rey stepped back out into the open air that was now polluted with smoke from the blasters and torches. When it became evident that they weren't going to find anything, that this was, indeed a dead end, Rey became furiously angry. With a commanding voice, she shouted, "blast them all!" Panic reverberated amongst the villagers, she could feel its intensity as they all cried for their lives, but there was something else. In the back of her mind, she felt little pinpricks. Next thing she knew, she heard a blaster shot. Throwing out her hand she turned quickly behind her to freeze both the shot and the man who shot it. Staring back into her eyes was the eyes of a bewildered man. A frightened man. Yes, exactly what she liked to see.

"Grab him," she ordered. Two stormtroopers moved to bring the curly haired man to Rey. The man struggled against the stormtroopers to look over at the suspended blaster fire. He was in utter awe and fear of the power that she held, and she reveled in that.

The stormtroopers shoved the man to his knees before Rey, and she narrowed her soft brown eyes down at him like she wanted to run the heel of her boot through his skull.

"So, who talks first? Do I talk first, do you talk first?"

So, he was trying to undercut his uncertainty with humour? How charming. She quickly noticed that his clothes were not made for the Jakku desert. This intrigued her. As he shifted nervously in the sand under her glare, she noticed something on his jacket flash in the firelight from the burning village, a rebel insignia.

"Cuff him and place him in a holding cell."

His eyes widened slightly, and she knew he hoped she didn't notice. But she did. And she smiled wickedly. "I've got some questions to ask him."

The stormtroopers hauled into the ship a resisting pilot, and Rey wheeled around to the rest of the villagers being subdued in the middle of the village huts. "Kill them all," she ordered.

The stormtroopers turned to face the rounded up villegers. One in a chrome covering shouted out, "on my command." Wailing could be heard, piercing cries of innocent men, women, and children who were scared and staring down the door of death. "Fire!"

And all fired. All but one. Rey stood and watched until the deed was done. After, she walked back to her ship, but not before she paused to look over at one particular stormtrooper who seemed suspicious. She was fairly sure she hadn't seen him shoot like he was ordered to. And he stared back at her, frozen in the moment. She turned to walk back to the ship, releasing the blaster fire she held in place all this time, this making the stormtrooper jump from his trance. SHe would make sure that his actions were investigated. But, at the moment, she needed to worry about extracting what information she could out of that resistance fighter.