(Keisa's View)
(Keisa's 12 Years Old)
(Kylo Ren's Personal Transport)
"Can this ship go any faster?!" I holler out as Father and I lean against the side walls of his personal transport as he and I, along with his personal pilot, head home to Starkiller Base. "Be patient Keisa. You'll get them when we land in the bay area, okay?" He groans softly. I exhale a quick, annoyed breath out of my nose. "Yeah. I know. You told me that, like, yesterday, today and when you nearly let me get ran over by a Gundark. You know I would have escaped even if you didn't remind me, right?" I snap back, turning my head swiftly to my foster father. Father smirks. "I can debate that." He hums back, winking at me with a prideful, mischievous smirk on his face. I clench my jaw, but soon grin myself. "That'd be a bad idea, Father. You know what I'm capable of." I hum evilly. Father chuckles. "Yes, Keisa, I do. I was the one who raised you after all." He replies, growing an affectionate smile on his face. I look away, faintly smiling back. To be perfectly honest, I'm still a bit upset 'bout the whole "adoption ordeal" that happened 'round six months ago. However, it's not been on my mind for a while now. What is?
The gifts that I'm receiving in the bay area. The gifts that Father promised me I will receive after a certain milestone, controlling my personal TIE Fighter, has been accomplished. So, what are those gifts?
Droids. Astromech droids to be exact. However, that's not the best part. The best part is that I'm receiving two of them. In addition, the series of the droids are different. Father already informed me what series they've come from: the R6 series and the BB series, but the color scheme and their personality remains to be a surprise for me. Father then nudges me on the shoulder after a couple minutes of silence, in which I used to imagine what my droids might be like, color scheme, personality, their functions, all that jazz. I perk up, snapping out of my state of thought to find the transport landing into the bay area. Without thinking, I bolt to the descending hatch door and flip through it as the gap between the hatch and the floor is big enough, rolling from that jump to summersault and then up to my feet. I giggle, seeing Father crossing his arms, his eyes narrowed faintly. I give him a toothy grin.
"You always say that I need to hone in on my acrobatic techniques, don't you?" I hum, turning to him. He rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face. "You're so reckless, you know that? You could have waited literally 10 seconds for the hatch door to open fully."
"But where's the fun in that?" I hum back, stepping back one step. I perk up when the lowest part of my lower leg, just above my ankle, hits something. Spinning around, I find a black/red BB droid with red lightning bolts shooting from the red circles that surround my BB droid's base color of black. I squeal out before squatting down to greet my new companion until my attention turns to a white/red R6 droid, screaming in binary to "BB-90" to wait for him. BB-90 turns his small head 180 degrees, staring at my 2nd droid companion.
R6-C1! Where WERE you? You know that Miss Keisa and her father would be here at this time! What were you doin' anyways? BB-90 asks, rolling to R6-C1's side. R6-C1turns his head 180 degrees while lifting it up a bit. I was just lookin' 'round the bay! It's soooo cool! I also think those black, square winged ships are cool too! R6-C1 beeps excitably. I giggle softly, yet loud enough to grab both of their attentions. I squat down to my two new companions.
"Hi guys! It's so exciting to finally meet you guys! Name's Keisa!" I squeal. BB-90 nods. Yes, but we already know your name, Miss Keisa. BB-90 replies. I shake my head. "Oh come on there Mighty boy! No need to be so serious!" I giggle. Mighty cocks his head slightly.
"Mighty?" Father asks from behind. I turn my head to him. "Yeah! Ninety kinds of sounds like "Mighty", doesn't it?" I ask in an elated voice. Father hesitates, processing what I just told him. A smile creeps up his face. "You have a point. So, what's the R6's nickname?"
"Crimson! His red shading is crimson red, thus the name Crimson fits him perfectly, does in not, Father?" I ask, standing to my feet. He shrugs. "The red is a bit lighter than blood, but it'll do. Now" Father hums, his attention now locked onto my droids. "Crimson. Mighty. It's now time for the "reveal." Father hums, walking behind my two droids. I raise a brow. "Reveal?"
"Just wait. You'll see. Mighty, you're first." Father hums sweetly. Mighty rolls up to me and extends a square department from his spherical body, revealing a long, golden necklace. The most notable feature of the necklace is a blood red healing crystal, the size of a pebble, embedded in the center, which also serves as a connecting bead for three, thick threads to dangle from it. In addition to the necklace and my clothes, two, golden armor plates for the lowest part of my arm, engraved with swirls, lies under the necklace. Gasping quietly, I take the necklace out of Mighty's chest compartment, slipping it around my neck and slip on the armor plates on. Crimson soon rolls up, opening a larger, rectangular compartment, revealing a set of clothing which includes: a red shirt, a black jacket, long, black pants, black boots, a black cloak with a hoodie and a black belt that has a golden buckle on its center. Yet, even with all of this new clothing, I sense something more…useful inside of Crimson. Father, sensing this, smiles, lowering his head to Crimson. "Go ahead Crimson." He hums. Crimson opens the top of his head, launching two lightsaber hilts into the air. Instinctively, I summon the lightsabers into my hands. I begin to squeal in a way identical to a little girl. Father places his hand on my shoulder. "Keisa, stop that. You sound like you're six years old."
"I-I know! I'm just excited!"
"I understand, but you know what receiving your lightsabers mean, right?" He asks with a sneer. I shake my head. "No. Not really." I answer back. He grins. "That means you have enough experience to go into battle, but I recommend some more training. Getting used to the sheer power of a real lightsaber takes some time to get used to. But for now, why not show your two new companions around?"
"Alright! Sounds good!" I squeal, spinning on my right foot to face Mighty and Crimson. "Mighty! Crimson! It's time for a long tour of Starkiller Base! Now come on! Let's go!"