Two days pass, without a word from Ren. Jeyna tries to adjust to life on the ship to keep herself busy. She's thankful for the hot shower, and the privacy of the small room she's been given. She keeps herself busy updating her logs, creating the reports Ren's requested, as well as trying to establish a search location on the jungle moon.

She struggles with pinning it down, finding several locations Revan most likely visited. Dxun is where the last ground battle of the Mandalorian Wars took place, before Revan and his followers won in a crushing blow. Jeyna has to settle with outlining the three most likely locations for the next part of the star map, hoping Ren is content with that.

She leaves her room only for food, and only at odd times to minimize interactions with the First Order staff. No one speaks to her in the dining hall, though she catches the occasional furtive glance or whispers in her direction.

It doesn't take long before she starts hating being on the ship. She dislikes the cold, sterile appearance of the place. And she still feels keenly aware of the fact that she is a glorified prisoner.

The sudden lack of natural day and night cycles, after getting used to them on Kashyyyk, throws her off. And so Jeyna finds herself tossing and turning, unable to sleep despite it being her second night back on the ship.

She wonders what Ren is doing. He must be busy, she reasons. Or he simply does not want to see her. He had been so standoffish as they left Kashyyyk, barely wasting a look in her direction. It was a stark contrast to the last night they had been on the planet, when his arm had curled around her back, his hand resting on her hip.

Had he felt the way she relaxed at his touch, sensed her wanting more? Had her reaction to the closeness of his body driven him off?

She buries her face in her pillow, groaning. She needed to be rational, to see the situation for what it was. Ren was using her to get what he needed. Her hormonal feelings did not need to factor in.

Jeyna was surprised to hear the knock at her door, at such a late hour. She freezes for a moment before jumping up, struggling to find her pants and shirt as the lights brighten slightly in the space.

"Just a minute!" she calls as she tugs the pants over her ankles. The last thing she needs is Hux bursting in on her partially dressed.

When she's decent, she approaches the door to let it slide open. For a moment, she is both surprised and relieved to see that it is Ren instead of Hux. But then she realizes his mask is back on, apparently having been repaired. She steps back, allowing him to enter the room.

He does, placing himself as far from her as possible in the close quarters. Jeyna's expecting him to remove the mask once the door slides shut, but he doesn't. He leaves it, like a barrier between them.

"You listed multiple search sites as equally likely. I need for you to choose one," he states. She hates what the drone of the helmet does to his natural voice.

"I can't choose one, that is the point. All had some significance to Revan," she replies, frowning.

"What does your intuition tell you?" Ren pushes, crossing his arms.

Jeyna considers his question, biting her lip nervously. She had felt something, nagging her, when searching the ground mapping scans done of the moon from space. She'd spotted the remains of a large, old structure underneath a part of the jungle, and noted it as one of the sites on a hunch.

"The buried remains of a structure, the one that turned up on ground scans. I listed it as Site #3," she says hesitantly. "Revan turned to the Sith at the close of the Mandalorian Wars. I think it's possible he found something to prompt the change. Something on Dxun."

"What do you think the structure could be?" Ren asks.

Jeyna shrugs. "Whatever it was, it might hold the secret of why he became a Dark Lord of the Sith. Or at the very least, provide a good hiding place for a map."

Ren nods once. "Very well. If I need you to unlock the map on site, I'll send for you to be brought planetside. Otherwise, you will open the holocron when I return with it."

He makes as if to stride to the door, but Jeyna makes an indignant noise when she realizes he intends to go to Dxun alone. "Wait! You're not taking me with you?"

The mask stares at her coldly. "No. You will stay here, unless I need you."

"Why?" She asks, hearing the rejection in her voice and hating it.

"It's safer for you here."

She snorts. "Dxun is First Order controlled. What danger does the moon pose to me? It would be much safer than Kashyyyk, and you didn't hesitate to drag me there!"

"This is not a discussion. You are staying." Ren's order sounds aggressive, even with the mask evening out his deep voice.

"But I could help-"

"Help with what? Distracting my men?"

Jeyna's mouth falls open at the insinuation. Since when had she been a distraction to his men? Realization dawns on her. "I'm fairly certain the only man I've distracted is you," she says venomously.

Ren stares at her. She can feel it, the burn of his gaze. She stares back defiantly at the mask, hating it. She wishes she could tear it off, break it again if she had to, just to be able to see his turbulent eyes with her own.

Without a word, he turns, striding quickly from her room. The door shuts behind him, and a second later the table and chair rattle against the floor. It is a brief shake, reminding Jeyna of a tremor from within the core of a planet. She gulps, sitting onto her bed.

Hours Later

Jeyna's long since given up on sleep, assuming she'll have plenty of time for that when she's left to rot on the ship while Ren continues her investigation for her. She ends up researching known terraforming projects in the galaxy, to be able to compare to her observations of Kashyyyk.

She records information on the datapad, no longer caring about keeping it pertinent to what Ren wants to know. Let him wade through her musings to find what he needs.

She's busy reading an interesting study when the door slides open to her quarters with no warning.

Jeyna flinches, dropping the datapad, as two stormtroopers enter her room. Their blasters are drawn instead of holstered, which is not a good sign.

"Get up. You're coming with us," one orders her.

"Where?" she asks stupidly, her mind realizing that there is nowhere good they could possibly be escorting her at this time. It's the equivalent to very early morning, only a skeleton crew working last shift should be operating on the ship.

They don't answer her, one striding forward to grab her arm and wrench her off the bed.

"Wait, please-" Her pleas are ignored as she's jerked out of her room into the abandoned corridor. She's desperately trying to understand. Had she pushed Ren too far, past his tolerance? Has he found a way around needing her help?

As they drag her to the elevator, she realizes the answer must be yes. These troopers have most likely been sent to dispose of her.

Tears fall from her eyes at the hurt and betrayal she feels, realizing he is doing this to her. She allows her mind to linger in the memory of waking up in his arms. The hurt turns to anger, and she doesn't want to go quietly. But she doesn't want to scream for the troopers, no. She wants Ren to hear her.

If he said her thoughts were loud before, they must be deafening now. She has no idea how his power works, but she screams inside her own brain. Jeyna hopes he can hear her from whatever corner he's in of this damn, ugly ship. She calls him every vile word she can think of, fills her mind with so much rage that she can practically tune out the numbers on the elevator as they sink lower into the bowels of the ship.

How dare he send troopers to do this. If he's going to kill her, he should at least have the decency to do it himself. Most of all, she curses him for not killing her immediately. He had given her hope, the smallest glimmer of it, that she might be okay.

The troopers drag her out of the elevator, and she sees they're on one of the last floors of the ship. The floor here is metal scaffolding, the walls an angry red where they aren't covered in black metal. The lighting is dim, flashing from somewhere distant.

It's hot, and grows hotter as the troopers march her onward. Hallway after hallway, the temperature climbing as they force her on silently.

At an intersection, they pass a cleaning droid heading the same way as them. Jeyna sees its trash receptacle is full, it can compact no more. She understands suddenly.

They're marching her towards the incinerator.

"No, please!" Jeyna jerks, ripping away from the troopers' hold of her arm. The second one immediately raises his blaster on her.

"Fine! Fine, shoot me here!" She concedes, raising her hands. "I'm not getting shoved in there, still alive, to burn!"

The second trooper keeps his blaster on her while the first attempts to capture her arm again. "Come on," he growls, his grip bruising as he digs the fingers of his black and white gloves into her upper arm.

"No!" She shrieks, struggling. Her mind is filled with horror imagining the death awaiting her, and she sobs, choking.

He backhands her, hard across the face. He doesn't allow her to fall, yanking her arm and attempting to drag her once more along the corridor. She resists with all her weight, dragging backwards against him and down.

"Move!" he orders. "This is happening, you stupid bitch!"

He moves to hit her again, but is stopped when he is flung against the metal wall, and frozen pinned to it. The second trooper moves his blaster, but joins the first pinned to the side of the hallway. Jeyna allows herself to fall to her knees, dragging air in through shaky breaths, as she stares at them.

She knows it must be Ren, but she doesn't understand. A moment later, he comes into view next to her. She looks up to him, confused, her vision hazy with tears. He's fixated on the troopers, the fingers of his hands curled into claws. Had he changed his mind?

She watches as he steps closer to the troopers, jerking his hands. The helmets fly from their heads, revealing two men that look to be older. These are experienced soldiers, and their faces look terrified. Twin looks of panic as they are held, powerless, in position.

"I won't bother asking who sent you," Ren says quietly, the helmet buzzing after he speaks with the sound of his heaving breaths.

His hands raise, and Jeyna is shaken by the sounds that come from the two men. Animalistic screams are ripped from them, their eyes bulging in agony. Her mouth falls open in horror, but she can't tear her gaze away as she realizes Ren is inside their heads. She understands now just how gentle he had been when he'd looked at her memories.

The men's faces are almost purple, their screams dying into gibberish garbles of pain. As their eyes roll, Ren lets them drop to the floor. Jeyna scoots back on instinct, but they don't pose a threat any longer. Their eyes are open, but they roll nonsensically. They are alive, and theoretically conscious, but Jeyna can see their minds are far from present.

Ren steps near her, extending a hand. "Come," he orders.

She takes his hand without thinking, despite having minutes ago believed he had ordered her death. He pulls her to her feet, and begins to walk her away from the fallen troopers.

"Wait," she hesitates, turning to look at her would-be murderers. "What about them?"

"They'll be found eventually," Ren says, unconcerned.

"But will they…recover?" she asks.

His mask tilts as he looks down at her, silence stretching on before he answers. "No."