(Keisa's View)

(Five Days Later)

(Infinity's Cockpit, Starkiller Base)

"We're finally home. Thank goodness. It's about time I get myself back into my comfort zone for a bit." I murmur to myself, a shining smile appearing on my face while I sit inside Infinity's square cockpit along with my co-pilot, Mighty. He currently has his body connected to the control board with the assistance of a custom-made droid socket, a hole basically that has been carved into the dashboard of the cockpit. This station enables any of my three droids to be a co-pilot for Infinity by controlling switches, buttons and even a lever by the use of electronic waves and signals emitted from their bodies. Mighty then speaks up.

I feel the same way, Keisa. About coming back. It's nice to see you be a lot calmer and at ease since we're back at the base. Mighty remarks from the socket. I look at him, my smile still prevalent on my face. He chirps out a sigh.

But…I think I should inform you that I'm kinda stunned at your uneaseness on Dromund Kaas…And since we're on that topic, do you think you should hide that from your father? The feelings you experienced there? He asks in curiosity before returning his attention on the path down to the hangar. My eyes widen a bit as I never considered the question Mighty brought up.

If I tell Father, it's uncertain on how he'd react. He could be furious. He could feel guilty that he pushed me to my limit (which is something I wouldn't be thrilled about; pushing one to his or her limit is a good thing.) or he could be proud that I endured the intense nexus of Dromund Kaas. Perhaps a mix of all of those is possible too…

These ideas race through my brain until Mighty asks me the question again, returning my attention from my inner thoughts to the real world. I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know man. It'd probably be best to tell him so we can discuss my feelings about that damn planet sooner, but I'm already uncomfortable about the topic, so I'm on the fence with telling him or not." I answer him in a soft voice, my smile now gone. Mighty silently nods at me.

Infinity soon lands in the hangar with her engine quickly whirring down, along with the cockpit's colorful buttons ceasing to show its array of colors. Mighty lowers his custom-chair and unplugs himself from it while I hop out of my chair.

With a stretch of my arms, I make my way to the hatch door only to find it open and faint tracks of mud-smeared path on the metal floor that seems to be headed to the elevator. I grumble to myself, annoyed at my failure of not cleaning my droids' wheels enough (well, at least the sanitation Stormtroopers will tidy that up for me) until I hear footsteps from the right, expecting a danger of sorts, yet I find a mediocre individual staring at me with a mop in hand.

Slowly, I turn to face the Stormtrooper, who flinches at my action, apparently frightened by my presence. I glare and scoff at this, disgusted at this trooper, FN-2187's pitiful fear toward its own master. I could even sense a hint of resentment. My eyes snap open for a second, rage growing within me until Mighty releases me from my trance.

Keisa, we need to find someone to record your findings. We don't have time for this custodian.

"You're right." I spit out, eyeing FN-2187 again. With a stretch of my arms, I make my way up the stairs into the hangar's observatory deck. When I do, I spot Troy and Amber waiting inside. I smile at this.

"I see that you didn't try to escape my sight."

That's only because of the mud tracks we happened to leave behind! If we didn't, I'd try to hide! Troy chirps out. I snicker.

"And you do know what would have happen, yes?" I ask him, squatting down with flame-flickering eyes directed into his eyepiece.

Yeah yeah. I do…You'd threaten to scrap me…and perhaps turn me off.

"Exactly right." I hum back, patting his head. Pushing myself onto my feet, I wave my companions to trek with me towards a lounge area for night-shift admirals, generals and higher-ranked troopers through a wide, long, white/red hallway that also serves as the dorm rooms for those folks.

I though don't make it that far.

As I turn a corner near my destination, I find Father, in pajama trunks rather sluggishly walking in my direction. Three seconds pass before he notices my presence. An affectionate smile slowly creeps up his face.

"You're finally back, Keisa…" He yawns, stretching his arms.

"Uh, yeah. I am. But why are you still awake? It's midnight here!" I ask, making my way to him. He huffs out a quiet breath.

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought taking a walk would tire-."

"What's wrong." I interrupt angrily.

"What?" He asks sheepishly. "Nothing's wrong…"

"Don't give me that, Father. Something's troublin' you." I retort coldly, poking his bare chest. "And I'm keeping you here until I figure it out. And if you don't tell me, you're not gettin' my findings on Dromund Kaas."

"Damn, Keisa. No need to be snippy with me!" He scowls out. I roll my eyes.

"Well, it seemed and it still seems like you don't want to tell me what's troubling you! That's why I gave you that remark. That deal." I fire back. He groans out. "Alright, but it's best to exchange information in my room. Come...Come on…" He yawns before walking off. I hesitate to move, still processing what just happened.

Never seen him like THIS before. Troy blurts out from behind.

"Tell me about it." I scoff back.

I mean, he-.

"It was a rhetorical question, Troy. No need to answer." I grunt. Troy irritably chirps in binary, rams into my leg and rolls up to Father. I groan out, adjust my toasty warm cloak and proceed to walk beside my adopted father until we enter his personal room, which is rather small.

In his room, only a metal bed with an awfully soft mattress (that is furnished with two white sheets and a pillow), a metal dresser that stores his uniform (both his regular and backup), black shirts, his pajama tops and trunks and an unknown item that is always locked within the bottom drawer. He also has his holo-communicator installed desk near the door to his personal bathroom. Besides that, nothing else is here. Father sits on the edge of his bed and with a quick rub of his sunken eyes, forces them to lock into mine.

"So…You want to know what has been troubling me as of lately?"

"Yes."

"Well...While you were gone, I've been having nightmares."

"Okay? And?" I ask him in an unconcerned tone, crossing my arms. Father raises a brow.

"You're not shaken by this?" He asks with a stunned tone. I glance away from him. I haven't told him about my own voice that accompanies me throughout almost each and every day.

"...Not really. I've had that a couple times. Didn't want to tell you, but it's all in the past. I've gotten over it." I lie in a whisper. "Anyways, you got these nightmares…"

"Yes. Within them there's a teenage girl's voice. It's very quiet and upsetting. Her tall silhouette, from what I remember in my nightmares, is in a metal room with tally marks on a nearby, coal-black wall. They're an uncountable amount of them too."

"And why is this troubling you? You've made countless prisoners talk that way, so what's so significant about this?" I counter. This is when he pauses for a moment.

"Whenever I see her silhouette or even just hear her voice, it sounds oddly familiar…and oddly soothing."

"Soothing?!"

"Yes…"

"So that explains it."

"Explains what?" Father asks, eyes wide and alert. Biting my lip, I slowly walk to his side of the bed and sit down next to him.

"Alright. So, the prophet I met up with on Dromund Kaas mentioned the Force bond, the dyad you want to share with me. But...apparently, if the bond is formed, there's a third in the mix."

"…You mean a triad?"

"Yeah. A triad." I repeat coldly. "And I'm not fond of someone being paired up with us, but with you envisioning a girl in your nightmares that you're somehow becoming interested in, there's a high chance that she's the third of the triad." I explain with an irritated scowl. Father nods.

"Seems so."

"So...what are you going to do about it?" I ask, hopping off his bed. He shrugs his shoulders. "I'll think of something after I finally get some rest."

"I hope you do, cause I don't like this idea of having a triad with a stranger. I had hoped it'd just be you and me, so I want to destroy whoever the third person is." I add on as I walk to the door. Father chuckles.

"Well, I must say one thing. Whatever is going to happen within the triad, we're both there together...and that is something to be happy about." He comments, slipping under the bedsheets.

"And I hope you feel the same way about that too."