(Keisa's View)

(Two Hours Later)

(Kylo Ren's Transport)

Well that was...something else. What I mean by this is that I never realized that Father knew more people from outside the First Order. I should have though, knowing that Father was a pupil of Luke Skywalker, son of Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa, three of the most important and renowned people throughout the Galaxy. Knowing this, he must have been exposed to countless people, traditions and beliefs. I guess that I never realized this because of my seclusion to others world. That doesn't mean that I never left Starkiller Base, but it was rare to leave the base for any other purpose than to train against creatures for training purposes. The only times I remember going somewhere not to train was when: Father went on a well-deserving, stress-ceasing vacation on Naboo when I was four and when he had a "galactic" meeting with other First Order members who were stationed throughout the galaxy. I was seven at the time and was training in the palace's training room, so I didn't see it as a "vacation" persay.

Anyways, right now, I am sitting in the back of Father's transport, watching the emotions of the captive we took from Jakku. He, along the way, remained silent, his thoughts probably racing, wondering what his fate might be. Also, he bit his lip a lot. Then, at this moment, he turns to me, eyes ablaze with rage, yet confusion. I remain silent, but do glare back. The captive narrows his eyes further.

"...Who are you." He asks coldly. I smirk. "Does that actually matter to you?" I respond in a sneer. He raises a brow, not comprehending my statement. I smirk. "I guess you don't know what I'm implying." I sneer. "Well, I should have figured. But since I am a bit benevolent and want to make you realize how idiotic you are, I'll tell you." I hum, standing to my feet. "I know that if I answer your question, it wouldn't matter to you. It would be only information for the Resistance. You don't care about who I am, what I stand for, you care that I am in the known to your "friends", as you call them." I reply, squatting to him. The captive remains silent. I grin and stand to my feet as the hatch door soon opens in the deck of Starkiller Base. Two Stormtroopers grab him, one arm for each and lead him out of the transport. Father turns to me, not caring to slip off his mask.

"Keisa" he begins. "We're going to get the information from our hostage. If it comes to the stage that he hasn't revealed the location of the map, I will let you interrogate him, but no killing in the process." Father says firmly. I nod with a grin. "Cool. How many interrogation sessions will he take?" I ask, walking with Father towards the interrogation room. "Five."

"Man, you're serious 'bout this map thing, aren't you?" I ask, a bit surprised that Father is ordering five, 10 minute interrogation rounds back to back for just this man. Father turns his head to me. "It's Luke Skywalker we're talking about here, Keisa. This is more important than anything I've dealt with."

"Even me?" I ask coldly. Father hesitates. "...No. You're the exception Keisa. Now, in 50 minutes, return here. The guard will fill you in on the details." Father replies. "I have some business to attend to."

With that said, he walks off quickly. I exhale a quick breath out of my nose, satisfied that he's actually, for once, doing something far more important than training and having what I think are "useless" meetings. Also, being the only exception and being his most important thing in mind also satisfies me. Knowing that he even admitted that I'm important, despite all the scolding from Snoke and Hux and all the trouble I caused (on purpose or not) throughout the years brings internal weight off my chest. With a stretch of my arms and a grunt alongside it, I turn the opposite direction and make my way to the droid repair shop, where Mighty and Crismon are being inspected for the bimonthly inspection and tune-ups (if necessary.)

Making my way to the repair shop, I am surprised to find Crimson outside. He turns his dome head to me, squeals in his binary language before rolling to me.

Hiya Keisa! You're back! He chirps out. I nod. "Yep. I came to get you and Mighty before I head to interrogate someone of real importance." I hum in an eerie way.

Who are you interrogating? And why are you so excited about it? Isn't it wrong to interrogate someone? Crimson asks. I shake my head. "It's not technically "wrong" to interrogate someone, but I suppose the methods we use can be considered by many to be "morally wrong." And who am I going to interrogate?" I hum "Well, it's not certain that I even will, but even so, we can ask."

Okay...so why are you excited then?

"Oh. Yes. Well, it's not everyday you can interrogate someone that has dire importance to us, right?" I hum. Crimson nods. Well...Okay!

"Cool deal. Now, is Mighty going to come out soon?" I ask, walking to the door. Crimson shakes his head. No. He literally just went in. I took a good five minutes longer than expected. He beeps out. I nod. "Okay. So, how long was the appointment expected to take again? Got that in your memory banks there buddy?" I ask. Crimson stalls and then beeps out that it should take around 40 minutes. Seeing that it took around 20 to even get here leaves me at an hour. Knowing I cannot be late, I sigh. "Well, if that's the case, let's head to the interrogation room. If I waited for Mighty, I'd be 10 minutes late. And who knows? The hostage we took might be ready for me now." I hum, winking at Crimson. Crimson turns his head 180 degrees, staring at the door to the repair shop. I crack a faint smile. "Or you could stay here. Either or." I hum. Crimson turns his head back to me. I'll stay here.

"Alright. See you in an hour." I say, winking at him again. With a flick of my index and middle finger that are against each other as a goodbye, I walk back to the interrogation room. The Stormtrooper guard stands in attention.

"Miss Keisa."

"Yield. How much longer. Has he told us the information yet?" I ask firmly. The guard shakes his head. "No Miss Keisa. In a matter of fact...I believe it's your turn to go." He says. I nod, an excited grin creeping up my face. "Cool deal." I say, cracking my knuckles. "Let's do this."