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Hux paced. It's what he did when he was impatient, frustrated, mad, or worried. Right now, he was every single one of those things. She had refused to take the job! How could she! But deep down, he really didn't want her to take the job. Who knows what she would have had to done to locate and retrieve Ren. Still, a stark refusal was irritating. He pursed his lips together, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. At least he knew how to handle his frustration, instead of flying into a blind raged tantrum like someone he knew. There was a knock on his door. He growled. He was definetly not in the mood for work right now.
"What do you want?!" he said irritably.
"Sir, Captain Phasma wishes to speak with you", said the voice from outside the door.
"Tell her I'm busy!"
"She says it's urgent, sir."
"Fine. tell her to meet me at the bridge."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
Hux took another deep breath. Maybe Phasma had located Ren. Maybe, just maybe...
He quickly strode to the lift that would take him to the bridge. When the lift let him out, he strode up to his position as general. The officers saluted him as he passed, but he ignored them. Phasma was waiting for him.
"Well, do you have news on the location of Ren yet?" he said, getting straight to the point.
"Not yet sir, but we are trying", she said
"Then what did you need?"
"Sir, you instructed me to tighten up my hold on the troops after the incident with FN-2187. It was meerly time to make my report."
Hux sighed. "Yes, yes I know. I was just hoping we had a lead on Ren. Not that I miss him", he said under his breath.
"I understand sir. I will redouble the effort."
"Thank you Captain. That will be all."
Hux felt like he needsed to punch someone. That Kylo was going to ruin his career. Ren would fall and drag Hux with him. Kylo Ren's failure was going to get both of them killed.
Rey woke up with a start. She had been dreaming of the islands surrounded by water again. It was always such a beautiful dream, but somehow left her feeling sick to her stomach.
She sat up slowly, avoiding bashing her head on the underside of the bunk above her. She straightened her clothes, painfully aware that they were in a worse shape than ever. She quickly did her hair in her traditional style of three buns in the back. She didn't know why she did it this way, she just always had as long as she could remember.
She got up and grabbed the lightsaber. She refused to even think of it as hers. Clipping it to her belt, she went over to Ren to check on him. He was still unconcious. She noticed that in the night, someone had come and changed the bandage on his face.
Must've been Shayne, she said to herself. And speaking of him, I've got to come to a decision. She sighed. She definetly didn't want to be dropped off at some random planet to try and find her way on her own, but on the other hand, she knew nothing of this stranger. What kind of business did he conduct? Well, he could be a space pirate for all she knew, but he was offering her a ride back to the Resistance. Beggars can't be choosers. She wondered if anyone back at the Resistance had missed her. She wondered what had happened to Finn. Was he okay? What had happend to Chewie and the Millenium Falcon. Had they gone with Starkiller base too?
She had too many questions, and far too few answers. She decided to go look for her host. She walked down the small hallway, this time really looking at the ship. It was old, but not too old. It looked like it had come from the Imperial era. It was definetly custom, Rey could tell. She followed the hallwaywhich led to several doors. One of the doors was open, and she cautiously stuck her head in. It was the galley, and a smell that made Rey's stomach growl was wafting towards her eager nose.
BB-6 leaned out from behind a counter and beeped a cheerful welcome. Rey smiled at him. He reminded her of Poe's droid BB-8. BB-6 was a dark navy blue and grey paint scheme.
Fitting, she thought. He matches the whole decor of the ship.
She watched as the small droid rolled around, doing she knew not what, but whatever he was making, it smelled delicious. She sat down at the bar counter to wait. She wasn't sure what she waiting for, but she didn't know what to do with herself exactly. She wondered when the ship's captain would show. She heard footsteps in the hallway. She looked up expectentely. Nothing in her life prepared her what she saw.
Shayne walked in completly shirtless, his dark hair messy, and barefoot. He noticed her staring at him, but didn't seem to care. He slumped himself down on the barstool next to her. She couldn't help but notice that his back, chest, and arms were covered in scars of various length and depth. But most interesting was the tattoo on his left shoulder. It was a symbol she had seen many times during her scavenging days. It was done in a dark blue, and it's lines were still clear, as it had been etched in yesterday. It was the symbol of the Rebel Alliance.
She didn't know what to think. Who was this man? He was too young to have been a rebel. So what was his story? She glanced at his face to see that he had been watching her stare at him. She blushed and looked at anything but him. She was relieved when BB-6 plopped two plates down, one infront of each of them. Shayne didn't say anything, but automaticly fell to eating, as if it were routine. Which it probably was. Rey took a bite of... whatever this was. She gave a surprised gasp. It was heavenly. She sighed into her fork. It was sooo good, and she didn't even know what it was. Shayne gave a slight smile.
"You like?"
Rey nodded. Did she like it? Ha, that was funny. She loved it.
"What is it?"
Shayne shrugged. "I don't know. If it was up to me, I would live on ration bars and energy drinks, but BB-6 had other ideas. Can't say I'm saddend at all."
Rey gave herself over to the enjoyment of her food. BB-6 made sure her plate was kept full, and Rey made sure it was kept empty. Shayne looked on with amusement, drinking his energy drink which apparently BB-6 hadn't been able to make him give up.
Finally when Rey was comfortably full, and Shayne had downed the last drop of his second drink, he turned to her.
"Have you made up your mind yet?"
Rey pursed her lips. "Can I ask you a question?" she said. "I mean more like a couple questions."
Shayne shrugged. "I don't see why not."
Rey pondered her question for a moment. "What do you do for a living?" she finally asked.
"Well that depends on who I'm talking to."
"If you were talking to me?"
She watched his face, a conflict of emotions was evident in his eyes and facial features. He closed his eyes then looked at her.
"Somehow I feel like I can't lie to you. I work for the Shadow Syndicate. They're a contracting group. People come to them with their problems, and the syndicate assigns their people to the various jobs. All kinds of people work for the syndicate. Bounty hunters, smugglers, pilots, hitmen, dancers, it doesn't matter. They've got everyone."
"So what do you do?"
"What they tells me to. As of late, I've been smuggling valuable artifacts offworld and delivering them to a contact. Last year it was transporting Rancor eggs. That wasn't so fun. I was always living in mortal dread that one would hatch." he gave a short laugh.
"So you're saying that you have a delivery to drop off somewhere, and then you can take me to the resistance?"
He nodded. "Something like that."
"Then I'd like to stay untill you're done."
"Okay." He glanced at her clothes. "You can borrow some clothes if you want. They'll be too big, but you know, if you wanted."
"Oh, thanks."
He got up and swept some crumbs off of the counter. "There is a refreshener off of the med bay. Feel free to clean up if you want."
She smiled. "Thanks. That's a very generous offer."
"No problem. We'll be jumping into hyperspace in about 20 minutes."
"Okay."
She watched him leave. He was nice, she decided. Not a creep, thank goodness. Still, he was hiding alot, and it made her feel uncomfortable. Some kind of gut feeling. She wondered if it was the Force. She still wondered about his tattoo. She knew what symbol that was, and it made her curious. Why? Still too many questions.
Shayne sat down at the controls of the Rogue Shadow. He set the nav computer to the coordinace he wanted, then leaned back in his chair. He had the fleeting thought that he should put somemore clothes on, but shrugged. Who cares anyway?
He heard his ship's com beeping. He leaned over and switched it on. It was Harley. Her smirking face was the last thing he needed this morning. He ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hey Harley."
"Hey Sexy", she said with her famous smirk.
He rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that, please."
"Whatever", said the ginger.
"What's up?", said Shayne
"My brother, Shayne. That's what's up. He actually had the audacity to contact me!"
"Damn, that sucks. He is kinda a jerk. What did he want from his little sis?"
"He wanted me to take on a bounty for him. For him! Can you belive it?!"
"Yes, yes I can actually. Like I said before, he's a jerk."
She slumped in her seat. "Yeah, tell me about it."
"Who was the contract for?"
"Well you see, that's the funny thing. He wanted me to look for Kylo Ren. Eclipse, I thought Ren died during the battle for Starkiller base."
Shayne swallowed. Hux was looking for Ren. This was the last straw. He was getting way to involved. He had known it from the beginning. But there was going back now.
" I don't know what to tell you, Harley. Look, I'm going to finish an assignment. I'm about to make the jump. Catch you later."
He shut off the com. This was terrific. Absaultely great. Hux was looking for Ren, which meant Snoke knew that Ren was still alive. He had escaped Snoke's grasp for this long, he could last a little longer.
Poe Dameron was not happy with how the attack had gone. In fact he was very sad. Many of the pilots that had been shot down were his friends. His new friend Finn was badly injured, Rey was missing, (he refused to think she was dead) and Han Solo was gone. True, they had blown up Starkiller Base, but at what cost?
"They knew the risk when they all went out there to fight, Poe", said a voice at his elbow. He turned around quickly to see General Leia standing beside him. She put a hand on his shoulder. "Every last one of them knew the risk."
Poe shook his head. "That doesn't make them anymore alive to me. I know they're gone. And it's not right."
Leia smiled sadly. "Yes, I know Poe. But we have to keep fighting untill the Republic is firmly on it's feet again." The republic had been destroyed once again, leaving. the Resistance on it's own to fight against the First Order.
Poe placed his hand on hers that rested on his shoulder. "General", he said hesitantly "I would like permission to go and look for Rey. I don't think she's dead. Somehow I know."
Leia nodded. "I know. I don't believe she is either. You should go. Take Chewie and the Falcon. Han", she paused, choaking slightly,"Would have wanted someone to go look for her. Chewie will want to go. He told me he thinks Rey is a sweet girl. Yes Poe, you should go."
Poe nodded. "I'm taking BB-8. We'll leave first thing in the morning."
Leia squeased his hand. "I'll be there to see you off."
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