The medic was surprisingly sympathetic to the young couple's tale. He merely helped put a medpack over Rey's black eye and helped heal it as well as put a bacta patch on Kylo's stab wound.

"Those boys were so stupid to try it," he remarked as he watched Rey and Kylo. "They should not have attempted to kill Force-users."

"The Force is just a myth! Maybe Kylo can do some. . . Things, but it's not some all-powerful force," Rey protested.

"Wait, users?" Kylo interrupted. "As in plural?"

The medic raised the eyebrow that was left on his face. "Of course I did. You're an intelligent man, Darth Ren. Surely you've figured it out by now."

"What are you talking about?" Rey asked, confused.

The medic looked at her. "He's told you enough about the Force that you should know, Rey. Think about all of your intuition, your clever piloting. That's not just natural ability, although your father was definitely known for his intuition and was most certainly ordinary."

"You knew my father?" Rey asked, her dark eyes widening. "How come you never told me that you knew who my father was, Cygnus?"

The medic looked down, avoiding the burning glare of the young girl's eyes.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you," he admitted slowly.

"What do you mean 'you weren't supposed to tell me'?" She demanded. "What's going on?"

"The Vicar ordered it, and we can't disobey his orders-" the medic tried to soothe the usually placid girl. But some of Kylo's attitude had infused itself into her, making her a little more fiery.

"Tell me, if you know who my father is, and my mother," Rey ordered.

"I can't," the medic said. "I'm sorry, Rey, but the Vicar ordered it. I cannot tell you who your parents are."

The girl deflated visibly. "Thank you anyway, Cygnus, for helping me."

"It's my pleasure, my girl," he said and he hugged her. "Now it would probably be best to retreat to the AT-AT before any of the villagers spot you. While Darth Ren's lightsaber may be frightening to most of them, it would be better to avoid more bloodshed, wouldn't you agree?"

Kylo and Rey exchanged a glance, and nodded.


Poe and Finn screamed as they entered the atmosphere of Jakku. Their only prayer was that they survive this experience. If they couldn't do that, well. . . Neither of them really wanted to think about the ifs at the moment.

It began to grow hot in the cockpit, like they were standing too close to a fire, and it made both of them writhe inside their harnesses. Then, with a thump that had sent Poe flying into Finn's chair, they landed. Finn fumbled with the harness as smoke filled the cockpit. He finally unbuckled himself, grabbed what was left of the emergency supplies, and dragged Poe out as the TIE-burst into flames. Finn then started to pour water onto Poe, who sat up straight.

"What are you doing, wasting water?" Poe demanded.

"Well excuse me for trying to wake you up," Finn snapped.

"We've got more important problems. First, ditch the armor. There's a settlement down that hill, I can see it from here, and you're going to spark a lot of fear into the people," Poe explained.

"And that's a bad thing because?"

Poe glared at him. "We don't fear, we want help. Because we're good people. Surely you understand that. You have a heart."

Finn frowned, but shut up and began taking off his armor. It was like walking the edge of the cliff-terrifying and oddly freeing. He and Poe began towards the settlement in hopes of finding shelter and a way to Yavin IV.


Kira Ren got into the cockpit of Phasma's TIE. Phasma merely pointed to the gunners' seat, and she situated herself there. From Traya Ren's research, they would be going to a desert planet, so Kira had dressed accordingly, her lightsabers hidden by her beige poncho. A vibrio blade was tied to her arm and she carried a royal pistol from Naboo, the one that Vader's consort had chosen years and years ago, and shoes that would get the job done. Her black hair was tied into a hairstyle much like the holos of Bastila Shan, Darth Revan's consort.

Phasma glanced at the seemingly casual apparel of Inquisitor Ren, and she then looked back to the windshield, and began a cool, easy ascent into space. They'd have a little longer to go to catch up with the desert world since they were delayed by the escapees, but they'd make it by nightfall.

Kira smiled at the pleasure of finding Kylo, and seeing how she could break him just a little more now that he had freedom under his belt. She smiled as her fingers twitched over the fire button. So easy, so easy. . .

Phasma ignored her and continued downwards to the lost colony.