Rey hasn't kept count on how many hands she slapped away tonight but it is a lot. Tonight, had been particularly gruesome already. It was a very busy night in the pub and by the second hour of her shift Rey's already feet hurt from continuously picking up empty glasses and serving drinks. Mr. Plutt was happy with the extra revenue whereas Rey wished for the night to be over already.

Soldiers, she remarked. The pub was filled with soldiers; laughing and drinking, being very loud and obnoxious which they didn't seem to mind. They grasped on the opportunity to let loose and enjoy themselves for a while. Not everyone though. All but one. Rey noticed that there was a black soldier sulking among them, seemingly not having a great time at all no matter how many times his friends spurred him on. Rey decided to pay him no mind further; because she frankly didn't have the time to give the soldier more thought.

She did wonder earlier on where these men suddenly came from because she had not seen them the week before. There was something ominous about them. Rey couldn't really put her finger on. Maybe it had to do with their suits of armor that Rey didn't really recognize, as if these men weren't from the parts of the region at all. In any case they were kind of handsy which Rey didn't appreciate at all. One of them suddenly grabbed her by the waist and leaned for a kiss. Rey was startled so much she nearly dropped her tray to the floor before Mr. Plutt had the possibility of intervening.

Thank God the last customer had left and after washing all the dishes Rey was free to go. But not before getting her wages from Mr. Plutt. There had been a shift in their dynamic lately. Either Rey was imagining things, but Mr. Plutt seemed to stare more. She had caught him lingering with his eyes all over body a couple of times now. When Rey noticed him staring Mr. Plutt quickly looked away as if nothing had happened. The last couple of days Rey felt a bit more uncomfortable to be around him. This night she wants to get her money s and retreat to her room as quickly as possible.

'I'm going now, Mr. Plutt if that is okay with you. Uhm. It is the end of the month if you kindly wish to give my wages please I would appreciate it'.

'Of course, Rey give me a moment. I need to put out the trash.'. This irritates Rey, she is tired and wants to go but she is isn't really in the position to argue with the man who is her employer and boarding her. Mr. Plutt returns, walks to the cash register, opens it and walks over to Rey. He smiles at her which of kind unnerves her. He never smiles. Never.

He stands before her and puts the money in her right hand. Rey wants to go but realizes she can't move because, to her shock, he hasn't let go of her hand.

'I've been thinking Rey. I don't think I am paying you enough' and he stares at her with an intense gaze. Rey stands there in silence wondering where his train of thought is going to.

'If you like… I can pay you a little extra… for some other things you could do.'

When he says this his other arm touches Rey's shoulder and moves downwards her arm before it stops moving at the palm of her hand.. He is basically holding her now and it takes Rey a couple of seconds to react, but she does it is quick. She removes his left hand, grabs the money in the other and pulls herself away from him. While she is shaken by the incident she is intent on firmly letting him know that she is in any way going to accept his offer.

'No thank you Mr. Plutt. I can assure you that what you are paying me now is sufficient'. Before he has a chance to respond to her she quickly goes up to her room, opens it and in some sense of a barricade stands behind the door. She waits there in the dark for him to finally close the pub and leave. When he is gone she makes sure that her door is locked and puts her chair for an extra safety measure.

Not that she is going to sleep tonight, she is too shaken and wound up to… Tomorrow, she thinks to herself, tomorrow is Monday. The pub is closed on Mondays. She usually spends her one free day off work scavenging for artifacts in the temples but tomorrow there will be a change of plans.

She needs to find a new job and a room for lent. Fast.

It has been a week since Kylo and his troops have arrived in Amara and put up camp. He and his troops have been training for combat, dutifully and he was impressed with his troops. Although he had heard of soldiers sneaking away in the night and visiting the local pub. He didn't think it is a big enough digression, to be honest Kylo didn't care what the men did in their spare time but Hux wasn't amused and proceeded to punish the men severely. For now, Kylo will keep his mouth shut, to save the peace so to speak. Yet he is getting increasingly more annoyed with Hux as the days go by. The man is a pest; interferes with everything and it is clear to Kylo that Hux resents him. The feeling is entirely mutual though but for some reason Kylo lets things be, for now at least.

Because Kylo doesn't have his head in the game still. He is still feeling a bit uncomfortable; not like himself and his restlessness had unfortunately endured. Things were made worse when he indirectly heard that his father had returned from one of his long trips overseas. No doubt his father would be visiting him soon and that is exactly what Kylo hates for to happen. Because there will be more confusion, more fuel to the already growing fire of doubt inside of him. A pull to the light, that became stronger each day and confused the heck out of Kylo. He had made his decision, hadn't he? And also, hadn't he made some sort of progress? Snoke was right about Kylo not having experience but had not removed Kylo from his position. Kylo was proud to be commander in charge but it happened to him more than he would like to admit, it crept on him in moments when he least expected it. Doubt. He ponders a bit longer on the matter and then decides a training session would do him good. On the way outside he encounters Hux, the last person he wants to see. He wants to ignore him and walk by but Hux asks him a question.

'And where is our commander in arms going to. To the pub as well?'.

Kylo notices he condescension in Hux's voice when he pronounced 'commander in charge' and suddenly has had it with Hux's attitude and him in general. He snaps at Hux.

'I don't know why I should give you an explanation, but I am going to practice'.

Hux raises his hands up and smiles.

'No need to get angry, just asking a question.. I am just trying to be helpful. In any case YOU of all people could need a good night out'.

Kylo decides to not waste his time on that despicable snake any longer and walks by him.

'Have you heard the news?', Hux says.

'What news? Kylo says and he turns around.

'OH… I would have thought YOU would have been informed. Got a letter yesterday. Baron Snoke has not been feeling well. That is why we haven't got our orders to strike yet… Hhm, strange that he would inform me but not you. '

Kylo understands fully what Hux is trying to say and if he hadn't lost this patience before, he is going to lose it now. He walks over to Hux; grabs him by the throat, pulls Hux closer and squeezes his throat shut.

'You listen to me, you little bastard. As far as I can remember and as much as you hate it. I am your senior officer and it's about time you treat me with the respect I deserve. In the future you will inform me straight away about all developments regarding our operations or there will be severe consequences. Is that understood?'.

Hux's face keeps getting redder, there is a pressure building up in his head and he feels like he is about to pass out from lack of oxygen. He hates it, but he nods his head upon which Kylo lets him go. Kylo takes a couple of steps back, glares angrily at Hux and goes on his way. Hux looks at him and swears he will get his revenge, one day.

He wakes up in the middle of night again, soaked with sweat, breathing heavily. It takes a while for him to breathe normally again and he feels paranoid and disoriented.

Another nightmare. Another one.

Another nightmare where he had heard the screams of women and children dying. He is unable to put the sounds out of his head, years after the massacre had happened. Another nightmare where he saw repeated the images of his friends taking their last breath; and all he could do was just stand there. Helpless, there wasn't anything he could and the surgeon treating his friends said the same. 'There is no hope, let him be. Let him die' and they had gone to the next hopeless case. So, he watched his friends dying one by him until there were no friends left.

This is all he knows ever since he was a little boy, the military. He thought he had grown accustomed to the gruesomeness that accompanies a soldier's life, but he hasn't. For Finn cannot switch his feelings off, to feel nothing while he and his fellows commit unspeakable atrocities. And now another war was looming; waiting in the brinks and he simply can not bring himself to participate in another senseless war again.

He knows in his heart that he must leave before things get worse, his guilt will eat him leave and the memories become worse. Tomorrow is Monday… A day filled with inventory checks and other mandatory obligations; and while Hux has increased security levels; he hopes that there will be a chance to skip under the radar.

Because he must do it. He must go. Defect.

Tomorrow..