Author's Note: Hi! I just want to point out that some of this chapter is direct dialogue from Kylo Ren's conversation with Lor San Tekka (The old man) and Poe Dameron in The Force Awakens. I do NOT own Star Wars nor do I want to. All rights go to Disney, Lucasfilm and others responsible for the making of The Force Awakens.

(Keisa's View)

(Atmosphere of Jakku)

"Aren't you burnin' up, Father?" I ask him under my breath as our transport begins the descent into the arid planet of Jakku. My throat seems already dehydrated, my red shirt's back is already soaked with sweat and my face drips some down onto the metal floor. Father, somehow denies my asking with a slight shake of his head, barely noticeable, even to me. His voice, through telepathy (as he doesn't want to chat in the crowded transport), answers back

No, Keisa. Only my face is sweating. I'm used to such torture. That's why I have my thinner cloak on. He answers back. I scoff under my breath, pausing for a moment until I comment on his remark.

"You could have told me to get a thinner cloak." I grumble to him. He chuckles in delight within my mind.

You're suffering, aren't you? He asks me rhetorically. I roll my eyes at this. "You could say that."

Get used to that, Keisa. It can aid you in battle, so don't reject such a feeling.

"Yeah, I know." I grumble under my breath once more with a slight shake of my head before glaring at him. "If I had a credit for every time you told me to "use my anger", I'd be just as rich as the First Order." I remark, this time a bit too loudly. One of the Stormtroopers on board, one in the way back peers out from behind the trooper in front of him.

"Miss Keisa, Kylo Ren didn't say anything about-." He nervously comments until I turn my head around in one, hard, swift movement.

"Shut up! This isn't a conversation you deserve to be in, bucket-head!" I shout back, brushing my cloak aside, gripping a hilt of one of my two lightsabers in clear view. The Stormtrooper flinches at this, gripping his blaster tighter. Along with that, a terrified and oddly familiar aura radiates off of him. I narrow my eyes, noticing his code on his chest plate.

FN-2187.

"...FN-2187." I remark in a questioning tone, turning my body somewhat to him. He perks up at my stern voice.

"Y-Yes?"

"We've met before, haven't we?" I ask him in a cold, yet curious tone. He nods.

"Yes. I cleaned up a mud path after your droids. It was a while back and pretty time-consuming-." He begins to ramble off until I turn the rest of my body to him. He flinches again at my enraged movement.

"You know you could have kept that to yourself, asshole!" I snarl out. "That mission was time-consuming and here you are telling ME something negative about my droids' unintentional mistake?! I could kill you right now if I had the chance!" I bellow out. Father, at that moment lets out a fake cough, catching my attention. I glance at him for a moment, yet return my attention to the rogue Stormtrooper.

"Do not mention this again, FN-2187." I snarl in a bitter tone. He nods quickly, leaving me to myself. I run my hand through my hair, letting out a sigh that is interrupted when I feel the transport accelerating its descent. A tiny smirk creeps up my face. It's barely visible, but it's there, lingering to increase its size. Father lowers his head to me. My vision flashes an image of his face under his mask. He's smiling again. This makes me let out a toothy smirk. He tugs on his uncomfortably positioned glove a bit right before the hatch door hisses open. Stormtroopers hustle out of the transport, among others that have already docked in this arid planet. Father and I, side by side make our way out into a desert village, scattered with little huts. A couple of decorative pots and clotheslines are here too. I grit my teeth together now, wondering how this place, among every single location within the Galaxy could be the spot for the map to Skywalker. My foster father ignores this fact as he casually makes his way to an old man with two Stormtroopers at his side, preventing him from escaping. I walk besides my father-figure until we both are a few feet away from the man.

"...Look how old you've become." Father begins. The man, calm and bold answers.

"Something far worse has happened to you." He replies firmly and boldly, unfazed at the situation he's currently facing. It's impressive actually, but that's something not to consider. His fate is already known to both of us. We've inwardly decided it, and even if Father won't kill him for any reason, I will, so there's no use to show my feeling about it. It won't matter for long.

"You know what we've come for."

"I know where you've come from. Before you called yourself "Kylo Ren." The old man answers again. I raise a brow at this, staring at my foster father curiously. I'm not sure what to think about this. An image of Father's face flashes in my mind again. He quickly glanced at me with a frustrated face.

He must not want to go into this. Typical. I whisper in my mind. Father's face flashes again, now emitting irritation.

Must have heard me. Great.

This comment though doesn't evoke a reaction from Father as he continues his conversation with the man.

"The map to Skywalker. We know you've found it, and now you will give it to the First Order." Father announces. I huff out a tiny breath.

Like that is going to happen. That old guy is too bold. I grumble. The old man continues.

"The First Order rose from the Dark Side. You did not." He replies. My eyes snap open at this. I turn my head to my foster father once again with my fists clenched in rage, not sure on what to think in my mind. I mean, he'd surely say something as he's been mind-probing me all this time, probably more lies about his past if this man is telling the truth. A bitter aura pulses onto my body from my young foster-father.

"I will show you the Dark Side."

"You may try. But you cannot deny the truth that is your family."

"You're so right." Father replies, igniting his lightsaber, where the man flinched before being sliced down. The villagers, whom I now notice are huddled together like cattle of sorts react with frightened, shocked and/or a mixture of sounds of sorts as the murder happens swiftly and boldly. Father then snaps around to the left, extending his hand when a blue, dense blaster bolt rockets towards him, where it freezes at the instant he extends his hand to catch it. Along with this, the young man behind the blaster is caught within Father's Force Freeze until two Stormtroopers slug his gut, causing him to crumble onto his knees. Shifting my body, I watch the young man's trip to our side where he is then kicked onto his knees. Father squats down, letting a tense aura reverberate around the place.

"...So, who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?" The man asks in a low, also calm tone. I scoff.

"No need to attempt to be amusing here. It's not workin'." I spit out. The guy glances at me, eyes widening at the sight of me. Father returns the discussion to the guy and him.

"The old man gave it to you." He says. The guy moves his hand around his face, indicating the mask where Father's voice is muffled. I roll my eyes as he tries to make fun of the voice issue. "It's just hard to understand with all the-."

"Search him." Father commands the troopers, who immediately obey with one patting the guy's clothing from his sides.

"Nothing sir!"

"Put him on board." Father commands once again. The guy is lifted by the troopers where he is carried towards the transport. This is when I hear the clanking of Captain Phasma's armor behind me.

"Sir. The villagers."

"Don't mind them, Captain." I remark before anyone could speak, shaking my hands. "There's no need for you to get involved. I got this."

With that, I spread my fingers apart, cock my arms back and let loose strands of Force Lighting onto the villagers where screams of sheer pain follow the frying of their dry skin. All of them, within a couple of seconds collapse onto the sand, bodies sizzling and motionless. One of the Stormtroopers within my peripheral vision jumps, turning my attention from the feeling of strength emitted within the Dark Side to the trooper. I grit my teeth when I notice his all too familiar code, in which, having enough of his flighty movements, ignite my lightsabers. Father though extends his hand to me.

"You can deal with him later. We have a mission to complete. Let's get moving." He orders. After a moment of hesitation, I sheathe my lightsabers, clip them on my belt and march off with infuriated steps, my eyes glancing at my foster father who literally prevented me to kill. I mean, it's just another of the useless bucketheads. What is there to lose? However, this question vanishes when I lock eyes on our prisoner. I smirk.

"You and I have a lot to talk about, so I suggest you be a good boy and tell me where the map is when I'm ready for you, is that understood?"

"Ah, no."

"Don't aggravate me. For your own good, I highly suggest you don't." I snarl back, bringing my face only inches away from his nose. I let out a hot breath, in which he winces, turning his head away.

"Have you heard of mints, kid?"

"ENOUGH HUMOR!" I bellow out, slugging him in his chest. He stumbles back onto the right wall, collapsing to the ground. Within a half of a second, I tower over him, one of my lightsaber's tip at his throat.

"Don't get to me. You're only alive because you have information. That's all you're useful for though. Don't forget that." I snap, spit splattering upon his face. He scoffs out, yet not commenting on my action. With an exhale through my nose, I sheathe my lightsabers, clipping them to my belt when Father board the ship. He looks at me for a second, turns his back to me before the transport takes off, heading back to Starkiller Base where for some reason, I think it would be best for me to be at. I'm irritated beyond words, now more irritated that I think I should be back at the base, but maybe it's a good thing right now.

Let's hope I'm right.