"Rey's pregnant." Kylo Ren whispered carefully into the dim light.

The details were frivolous at this point.

"What?" FN-2187 spat incredulously. "With your-?"

"Yes."

It was the first time Kylo Ren had admitted such thing aloud. He wasn't sure how he'd feel about actually hearing it, much less, saying it himself. But it tasted..., sweet and dream-like. A reverie he would never need to wake from. Because it was all real and his. That is what Kylo Ren liked the most, that Rey was his and that they had created something together. From impenetrable darkness and blinding light, they had planted their own legacy in between.

In the waning shadows, Kylo could still see FN-2187's face pale from the news. The traitor opened his mouth, then closed it, blinking rapidly as if what he had heard was a trick of the mind and eye.

Before the rogue Stormtrooper could pick his jaw from the floor and find his voice again, Kylo Ren moved passed him.

The panel in which controlled the blast door was apparent. One push and the planet of D'Qar would scatter in an exodus of fear and disorder. Once they realized Kylo Ren was out of the cage, the alarms would sound and the battle stations would be manned. He imagined the chaos, but didn't revel in it. This would take too long fighting off the waves of guards and mechanics, and whatever else the Resistance used as soldiers. In truth, he was tired. Very tired. He could kill everyone at once, by a thought alone. But for the first time in years, he didn't feel like it.

The bleeding lacerations about his forearms and shoulders had slowed down substantially. He had clawed himself free when the startling taste of Rey's fear jarred him awake. Her cries prickled his skin. Her fear drove him mad. Slapping the glass and shouting did nothing. No one was to hear him while her screams, ricocheting in his head, were drowning and stealing the air from his lungs. A moment of stark blackness occurred, and when Kylo Ren regained his senses, the room was destroyed. He had done that. He had lost coherence and went madly against everything around him. Finally, the anger fueled a more powerful approach by using the Force. It broke the thick glass and he kicked and pulled against the sharp edges as if getting to her in time meant life or death. When his hands were too slick with blood to sustain purchase, he used the Force again to pry away the edges. He could have easily utilized the Force the entire time. But Snoke was watching, always. He could feel that scarred man drifting through the foggy edges of the Force, waiting for Kylo Ren to linger too long and pinpoint his location. They were bound together, much like he and Rey were. They both had to be careful. Luckily for Rey, her signal was not as strong for Snoke as it was for Kylo Ren. They had that advantage.

With so much having transpired, Kylo Ren reached up and slapped the access button, leaving a dark red hand print as a reminder of all he did to get to this point. The door hissed open to a windy, heavy downpour of rain. Beside him was the non-conforming traitor, FN-2187 glancing left and right. Up until recently, the knight was certain with how he felt towards the man; he hated him. But delving into his thoughts and memories proved viable in understanding why the man wouldn't give up and leave Rey alone. Rey was wonderful. It didn't take a mind reader to discover that. But seeing from another's perspective of her brought a resolving conviction.

Yes, she was wonderful. She was, also, his.

Stepping out into the pouring rain, Kylo Ren tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The rainwater traversed his shoulders in rivulets, rinsing away the blood and sweat.

"What are you doing!" FN-2187 gasped, grabbing Kylo Ren by the upper arm. He tried hunkering down and attempting to lure him alongside, but Kylo didn't budge. "People will see you! Don't you get it! You're supposed to be still locked up."

The traitor was right, but there was no witnesses around. The storm drove people indoors where it was quiet, dry, and most importantly, safe. Subsequent of a startling clap, a low and soft roll thunder resonated from the clouds. The rain sang louder, filling the surrounding grove with a soft hum.

"We should get to the hangar bays," FN-2187 said over the storm.

Of course, Rey couldn't sleep. Of course!

Lying along her back, she stared wide-awake into the overhead, which was, in fact, the bulkhead of the downed Walker tank. After tearing part her uniform and fashioning it to be more forgiving in the heat, Rey moved onto cleaning up the sand that encroached her private quarters. Amidst the cleaning and reorganizing, she found her quarterstaff, lodged in its rightful place, next to her bed. Then she found her sandboard, something she had salvaged from a Mon Calamari escape pod a few cycles ago. The dunes she had slid down using this smooth, metal sled were innumerable. Gripping it, she placed it near the door. She wasn't ready to give up her sasho stones just yet. She'll find something out in the deserts worth a few polystarch rations and veg-meat. And since she wasn't getting any sleep anytime soon,

Why not start now?

Together, Kylo Ren and Finn traversed the shadows undetected. How Finn was going to find Poe was another question entirely. He wasn't connected to Poe like Kylo Ren was to Rey. He had no idea where the damn man was. Above, the clouds churned and flickered with flashes of lightening. It was a terrible time to conduct an escape while abetting an enemy. But then again, Finn was never the type to follow the rules.

He had led Kylo Ren to the hangar bays.

From what Finn could tell, there was three Resistance squadrons, judging by the various emblems painted along their airframes. Up ahead, he descried a cone of light wash across the concrete. Slipping into the shadows with Kylo Ren close behind, Finn carefully drew near to the wall as the figure continued to close in. A rover of some sort. Maybe fire security. They had something similar in the First Order during night checks. If correct, than there was at least three officers nearby, manning the ready rooms. A series of standing lockers separated Finn and Kylo from the patrolling rover. On the other side of him was the star fighters, lined up side by side, facing out into the flight line.

A moment later and the rover passed without noting their presence, having now moved out onto the flight line to continue his rove. Finn allowed himself to breathe.

"Alright, let's go." Finn whispered, but as he progressed forward, he felt...

Turning at once, he realized Kylo Ren was gone.

Frantic, Finn jumped out from behind the lockers and wildly looked around. How did he just disappear! Finn's mind raced. Kylo Ren was loose now. Why didn't he stick with Finn like they had agreed?

Something caught Finn's eyes along the floor. Spots. Dark spots.

He followed the trickle of blood around and through a doorway that led him into a tiled corridor. The trail continued towards the right, disappearing behind another set of doors, which he also followed. A flight of stairs. Finn was convinced at this point by the bloody smears along the railing . With haste, he darted up the stairs until he found the blood leading to just the second floor.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Finn drew the door opened and slipped into another corridor. Much like the one below, the floors were tiled but along the walls were large portraits he recognized as a chain of command.

Officer's quarters.

Voices on Finn left diverted his gaze, ultimately locking onto the thick, bloodied shoulders of Kylo Ren. He was leaning against the door frame, blood slowly collected at his feet, with his back facing Finn. He rushed forward in hope he could get to Kylo before they both got detected, but it was useless.

Kylo Ren had found General Organa.

Sighing with irritation, coupled with a lack of sleep, Rey began her sweaty trek across the dunes towards Niima Outpost along her speeder. In her satchel, Rey managed to find several inverterlifts. If memory was correct, they were a portion each. That would cover her for a few days after she finished the pack of food Chewbacca had given her. Any long at it would spoil, unlike old Imperial rations like polystarch and veg-meant.

When she got there, the place was still a bustle of humdrum chatter and business. The world continued to turn, with or without Rey. It was comforting, to say the least. Despite her reluctant arrival, she knew Jakku well. In fact, at one point, it was all she knew. Returning now felt like stepping into the past. She was so acclimated to being with Kylo Ren and his various trinkets and gadgets used for training or summoning food. The soft comfort he provided her in bed and wardrobe. She recalled mornings he had things to do, but didn't leave her side, stroking her hair with his fingers, ghosting her skin with soft, delicate kiss. Now she was back in the sandy, harsh heat of Jakku, scrounging for sharp parts in trade, and eyeing roasted Steelpeckers on skewers nearby.

One taste of such opulence and Rey felt spoiled. She didn't want to be here, covered in sweat and grim and gritty sand.

Sloshing and a foul stench diverted her attention towards happabore watering trough. The mammoth beast chugged and lapped at the dingy water fervidly. Nothing had changed. As her eyes ranged over the kiosks of shops and trades, familiar and unfamiliar faces met her eyes. Some lured away, tucking themselves behind curtains and salvage, staying out of Rey's sight. Others stared intensely, as if spotting a ghost or something worse. Perhaps her attire gave too much away. She knew the First Order was... well-known, but how well? And what did they know about the First Order?

Pushing it aside, Rey steered herself towards the most prominent trade post; Unkar Plutt's.

There was a line of scavengers waiting for their turn to bargain with the junk lord, but one look at Rey had them parting from her path. Sparing a few glances at their decision to stand aside, she moved forward confidently.

Unkar Plutt had disappeared into the back momentarily, but she could hear the thudding report of foot steps as he was making his return. Clearing the corner he spotted Rey and dropped everything he was holding onto the floor.

"You," he sneered, sticking a thick, fat finger at her. "What are you doing here? Where's my ship!"

Rey kept her bearing, allowing no reaction to betray her features. She'd forgotten that she'd stolen the Millennium Falcon.

"What does it look like?" She responded airily. "I'm here to trade."

He stepped closer. The entire metal shed shook with every burdensome footfall and he propped his frumpy hands along the counter top. The cage provided to separate and protect Unkar bounced on its tracks.

"There won't be any bargains made with the likes of you!" His deep voice rumbled. "Thief!"

"Thief?" Rey spat, dropping her brows into a cold glare. "That freighter originally belonged to Han Solo. It wasn't yours to begin with!"

"No ship!" Unkar spat, "No portions!"

And with that, he slammed the steel overhead door closed and shut down the trade post for the day.

"Hello, mother." The tone carried no inflection of love or adoration. It was cold and flat with rage simmering beneath such a calm disposition. It made Finn's stomach churn. He messed up. He really messed up this time. He should have never went to the detention center, should have followed General Organa, tried to convince her to change her mind. But he didn't, and now the general knew Kylo Ren was out and about, deranged and blood thirsty.

"General, let me explain." Finn tried, but was met with the cold glare of the turned knight.

He rose a bloody finger and pressed it to his lips. "Shhhhh," Kylo Ren said softly. "No one asked you to speak, FN-2187."

He returned his attention to his mother, still leaning against the door frame and creating a mess of dropped blood beneath him. It was nightmare come to life. Finn knew Kylo Ren was going to kill everyone and leave his mother for last.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Kylo said with such a soft voice, it sounded intimate, but all subjects knew better.

Finn swallowed thickly. General Organa was still too stunned to speak or move. Her brown eyes were wide and her lips were parted. Even her hands were frozen in place.

Blocked from entering the room, Finn knows there's more than just Kylo Ren and General Organa amidst the discussion. The way the general's eyes flicker to the left, as well as, how Kylo Ren occasionally divides his attention to his right, catering to an audience. There's multiple people in there and they are all going to die, Finn fears.

Heart in throat, Finn had little choice but to listen and, hopefully, react in time to whatever havoc was about to descend them all.

"Did you hear me?" Kylo's voice came again. Still low, still steady. He sounded tired. "Have you any idea what. You. Have. Done?" He closed the question, articulating every word in a solid delivery.

"Please," Finn whispered behind him. "I said I would help you, just don't hurt anymore-"

"Shut up!" Kylo Ren shouted over his shoulder.

Someone moved within the room, spurred into action by the slight distraction. But they had no idea who they were dealing with.

The general shouted, but her cry was cut short by the sound of cracking bones filling the innards of the domain. Finn's eyes dropped as a figure sank to his knees. His arms were down at his side, his face...

Oh shit... Finn felt his stomach roll, the burn of bile as it raced up his chest and spilled onto the tile.

The body slumped forward, landing along the tile in a lifeless heap with his head completely twisted around.

"ready rooms" are a naval term for a sort of squadron room where officers brief/debrief with every mission/sortie/flight/meeting conducted. Just a little military jargon to chew on. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!