Finn sputtered and began coughing. Droplets of his drink flew across the Falcon's cockpit and landed in water that covered the floor. Poe slapped him on the back, his wide eyes fixed on Kylo as he processed the information. It took nearly a minute before Finn choked out, "You're sure?"

Kylo pressed his lips together and nodded. His stomach twisted into a tighter knot. "Phasma's active and apparently feeding information to Zizz."

Poe frowned, his fingers playing with the damp fabric of the co-pilot's chair. "Accurate, up-to-date information?"

Kylo shrugged. "Some of his articles are from recent events he likely has seen himself, but he knew of the credits my mother left me. I've only ever told Rey that."

"Snoke," Finn's voice cracked, "must've known that somehow." At Kylo's raised eyebrow, he took a deep breath, only to start another coughing fit.

"He did know everything about you, right?" Poe handed Finn his own water bottle with another thump on his back. "That, or Phasma knows how to hack into the banking database, which I don't exactly see her doing just for a tabloid writer. You'd need a damn good codebreaker for that."

Finn nodded and pointed a Poe in agreement, taking a deep drink. He coughed again before saying, "It's possible she has a damn good codebreaker, if she's got enough connections."

Kylo raked a hand through his hair. "But what does she want and why is she suddenly active?"

"I don't think this is sudden." Finn's voice cracked, and he coughed again. "She probably didn't expect you to meet with Zizz or especially for him to show you a picture of her, hence the fake name. I'm guessing she's been active for a while, maybe even since Hux escaped the penitentiary but has been laying low." Finn finished the water and took a tentative breath, his voice stronger. "It might explain why not as many former Stormtroopers came back to the program after the… debacle on Geonosis last year."

Poe sighed, his boots sloshing through the water as he examined the navigational system. "What does Rey think? Where is she anyway?"

"Teaching. Said she wanted to do something useful. And we haven't discussed it at length yet." Kylo cut off Finn's forthcoming remark with a wave of his hand. "It's just a mediation class. Nothing strenuous."

"Phasma." Finn leaned against the doorway, shaking his head. "Wasn't she in Agamar Penitentiary?"

"She was in Agamar for the first month I was there, but she caused enough trouble that she got sent to an Outer Rim detention center." Kylo sighed and turned to the control systems, forcing himself to banish the memories of that prison. Water had pooled in a dent and in the tracks of the hyperspeed levers. "Your tarp's a piece of shit, Dameron."

"I didn't think it would storm like that. But at least the nav system's working." Poe looked around the cockpit, looking as if he had broken a favorite toy. "We'll have to get a cleaning droid to get the water out. Or three."

Finn shook his head, his hands on his hips. "Where's she now? Phasma?"

"Zizz didn't know." Kylo's hand ran through his hair again. "I… I might convince him to tell us before he sees her again."

"Yeah," Finn pressed his lips together for a moment, "but you've all sworn not to use mind tricks."

Kylo studied Finn's expression, casting out with the Force to feel the wariness in the former Stormtrooper. "I know, and I've abided by that oath, but I don't trust him to tell us even if we make a deal. For all we know, he's being blackmailed or has been threatened."

Poe leaned against cockpit door. "Set a droid to follow him, or I could ask my buddies at Coruscant Law Enforcement to tail him. Actually, I think Officer Bibble would be eager to help. He's been bugging me about helping the Jedi since the nightclub incident."

Finn visibly relaxed. "A tail might be better, at least to keep the Senate off your back."

Kylo nodded once, feeling the knot in his stomach loosen. "I agree." He ran his hand over the pilot's controls. Water droplets collected with his movement, pulling away from the console into a shimmering ball in midair. He stared at it, the reflection of his dark hair distorted into a black blob in the water. "How did Phasma escape without any word getting out?"

Poe poked the ball of water, his eyes wide. "How did you not tell us you could move water with the Force?"

"And then one – Juliana, I think? Jilania? The little Twi'lek? I need to ask her the pronunciation – asked if they could do a demonstration for parents." Rey laughed, flashing a grin over her shoulder at Kylo as she walked around a pair of men looking at the jewelry displayed at a booth. "I tell you, these younglings'll do big things."

Kylo gave her a small smile, wiping sweat from his forehead. "We could consider that. Might help public relations if parents could see what their younglings are learning. Although, it might just scare some of them." His feet sank into the surrounding sand as they left the small shopping area. He let out a long breath, feeling sweat run down his neck. He told himself it was from the heat and not from the dull ache in his legs from walking in the sand. "How did you stand this heat growing up?"

Rey took his hand, a tired expression on her flushed face. "I'm honestly not sure right now. Head back?"

He nodded silently, and Kylo's feet stabilized as they found the path. He made a mental note to do a training exercise on terrains other than hard ground.

Rey grinned up at him and laughed, her gaze running pointedly over his clothes. "Why did you wear that? You knew I would pick the desert environment."

"The rest of the planet is cold, and considering no other human is visiting this environment, it's too hot for normal humans." Kylo glanced down at the grey and black fabrics. "I also don't really own anything else."

Rey snorted and squeezed his hand. "Well, I'm pregnant, and therefore not a normal human."

Ahead, the boundary glowed a faint blue and gave a muted hum as they approached a gate. Rey held up a small card. It blinked green, and the gate slid open. They entered a wide hallway, and blissfully cool air hit Kylo's skin.

Rey breathed a sigh of relief and brushed some stray hairs from her face. "We need food."

She tugged Kylo gently down the hall, which was deserted apart from a few employees attending the gates leading to other environments. The environments were encased in transparent domes, allowing them to glimpse inside. One gate flashed a sign that read Semiarid Desert.

The hall of gates opened into a large lobby area with more halls splitting off with signs such as Aquatic Worlds and Low Gravity. A small line queued by the Tropical Escapes hall. Above, advertisements on a holo display were periodically interrupted by Welcome to Oa Park! Worlds Await or Oa Park: Your Vacation at Home.

A family of Twi'leks passed them, heading toward the exit. One of the parents half-dragged the smallest among them as the youngling whined, "But I wanted to swim in an aquatic world!"

The parent pulled the youngling out of Kylo's path with an exasperated sigh. "I told you to bring swim clothes, Hzrid."

Kylo watched the family, the youngling's argument with his father fading as they reached the exit, until Rey nudged him. "Got the credit module? I can get food if you want to sit."

Kylo handed her the credit module but frowned slightly, his brow pulling together. "Didn't you want to get something from a Naboo café in one of the moderate worlds?"

Rey wrinkled her nose and shook her head, already taking a step toward the concession stand in the middle of the lobby. "Nah. I smell chav here."

Kylo found an empty bench away from the other visitors milling about. Rey reached the concession stand and startled the teenaged employee who had been scrolling absently on a datapad.

Kylo cast with the Force out of habit. The other beings around felt normal: low levels of Force sensitivity along with emotions of either enjoyment and excitement or annoyance at family members. He wondered if his life would have looked like the Twi'lek family had he not been born with the Force. Married to someone with several younglings. Free of past trauma. No worries of harming a child due to his genetics or status.

But that reality would likely be without Rey.

"Uh, ahem, sir? Ah, Master Jedi?"

Kylo blinked as he was ripped from his thoughts and focused on a young, dark-haired woman who stood a meter away. She gave a tentative smile.

"I, uh, I-I, you- you're Master Kylo Ren, right?" At his wary nod, she took a half step forward and seemed to regret it. "I just wantedtothankyou."

Kylo stared, his mind taking longer than it should have to decipher her quick, jumbled words. After a long moment in which the woman seemed to become more nervous, he cleared his throat. "I, ah, you're welcome?"

The woman visibly relaxed and took a seat on Kylo's bench, albeit with a large space between them. "My wife was in the Coruscant Health building that day the shuttle crashed into it. You gave her enough time to get out with her patients." She gave a nervous smile and nodded across the lobby to where a Torguta woman was leaving a refresher while holding the small hand of a dark-haired youngling. "You're a difficult person to reach to extend thanks and, well, I saw you and just had to let you know you saved my family. I heard your wife got hurt. I hope she's all right."

Kylo almost forgot he should answer before he gave a small nod to Rey waiting at the concession counter. "Oh, uh yeah, she's fine."

The woman grinned, her joy upon seeing Rey radiating through the Force. "You'll have a youngling soon, too." She stood, her hand twitching nervously. "Can I… Could I shake your hand?"

Kylo hesitated; he had not worn gloves. But the woman's honesty rippled through the Force, and he extended his hand.

The Force seemed to tingle with pleasure as she gripped his hand firmly. "Thank you, Master Ren."