The sound of men screaming grows louder from outside, as well as blaster fire. Jeyna emerges from Ren's room, alarmed and uncertain what she should do. Aleck is waiting in the little hallway, outside her open door. If he is surprised to see her come from the commander's quarters, he doesn't show it.

"What's going on?" she asks, flinching a little when she realizes she still hasn't put on proper clothing.

He keeps his gaze respectfully on her face. "A creature has broken through the forcefield and is rampaging through camp."

Jeyna shifts awkwardly, attempting to cover herself with her arms. "Shouldn't we do something?"

"It's best for you to stay in here, doubtless they'll be handling it as we speak," he reassures.

"Is it a zakkeg?" she ventures, curious.

"I'm not sure. If that is what Commander Ren said, then it seems likely," Aleck answers before taking a step closer, his eyes focusing on hers intently. "You have to be careful with cornered animals. They tend to react unpredictably."

Jeyna searches his face, confused at the cryptic way he has spoken. She nods, retreating from him into her room.

Has she backed Ren into a corner? She feels certain it's been the other way around. He's given her no choices in helping him. If anyone should feel cornered, its her.

And yet his words from a few minutes before come back to her, their meaning just now registering. Why are you doing this to me. You fill my head with these thoughts.

What if he is trying to fight it? What if this is not what he wants?

She decides, then, for both of their sakes…she needs to control her thoughts better. It's a ridiculous notion, that she will have to police her own brain. But clearly he can't keep himself in his own head, so she will have to handle it for them both. She needs to focus on the job, and to resist the pull she feels towards Ren. She already feels more in control, the logic of her choice appealing to her.

The noises from outside have long since died down, and she supposes the zakkeg has been killed. She lays in the dark, her mind empty. Sleep evades her for a long while, but when it does come, the nightmares return with it.

The Next Day

They return to the tomb early the next day, moving quickly through camp as a light drizzle falls. They pass technicians who are desperately trying to repair barriers the jungle keeps ripping down. Jeyna can see some of the damage the previous night's zakkeg attack wrought, to the trooper barracks and supply crates.

Ren leads them in an impatient march as they retrace their prior steps to the opening of the ruins. The same energy is in the air as they head into the tomb, making it feel thick and ominous as it licks at the nerves in Jeyna's skin. If this is what the dark side feels like, she doesn't like it.

Ren hasn't spoken to her more than necessary, hiding behind his mask and completely ignoring whatever had occurred between them the night before. She returns the favor, attempting to force a more professional feeling towards him. They pass through the hall they had reached the day before, but this time the path forward is cleared. It's been reinforced with durasteel bracings, and the trio follow it as it slopes downwards into the earth.

The path seems endless, the tunnel curving and continuing multiple times. After what feels like the fourth or fifth change in direction, they reach a large, open chamber.

It's lined with holocrons. But unlike those found on Kashyyyk and Dantooine, these don't resemble the one Jeyna remembers from her childhood. They have three sides, instead of four, and are made of a metal that resembles gold. Each one emits a strange, glowing light.

"Sith holocrons. They probably belonged to Freedon Nadd," she says quietly. The thought of opening one of them unnerves her, as she hopes Ren isn't distracted from their main mission. He surveys the rows of devices, his mask sweeping the room, before speaking.

"Once we've cleared the ruins, the workers will remove them," he says. "They'll be sent to the Supreme Leader."

Jeyna is relieved she won't need to be around when they are opened. The sight of them gives her a creeping sensation along her spine. They seem to be buzzing, vibrating. But instead of the intriguing energy she had felt as a child touching the first holocron she'd ever seen, the energy from these holocrons feels like a warning. They are toxic, and she has to fight the urge to physically recoil from them as she passes them, following Ren.

Their path continues, digging even deeper underground. The air grows cold, and Jeyna wonders just how far down they have traversed. It's when they reach the end of the last tunnel that the breeze brushes Jeyna's face, fluttering her hair back. It's a musty wind, smelling damp and stale.

She follows Ren and Aleck, stepping out into what is an enormous underground cave. It is large enough to park a cargo ship in, and the wind releases occasional, distant howls and shrieks as it moves through the space.

There are a few openings in the arching rock bed over their heads, just enough to send mere peaks of light down to the ground. But it allows her to process the sheer size of the area they've entered. She can't see the ends of the cavern, but she can make out red eyes in the distance, flickering and fading fast enough for her to doubt if she'd really spotted them.

The structure in the middle of the cave is the most impressive part of the space. Ren is already starting towards it, and she can see why as his light helps to illuminate more detail.

It's a pyramid, of sorts, built up out of the natural bed of the cave. Jeyna follows Ren, Aleck close on her heels, stepping over the trickling streams of water that cross the floor and around the large stalagmites. There are hunks of stone cut into steps, leading up the side of the ancient structure. Jeyna begins climbing, and as she nears the top can see it is a flattened surface.

She hesitates on the last few steps, noting what the structure holds at its crest. The familiar looking holocron is there, as well as an old computer terminal.

Her guess had been correct, Revan had chosen this place to hide the next piece of the map. But the thrill of success eludes her, overshadowed by the bad feeling creeping up her neck. Her eyes flit past the holocron, to a stone sarcophagus mounted on a slab of black rock. Her gaze turns wary, focused on the final resting place of Freedon Nadd.

Ren's approached the computer terminal, acutely focused on his goal. But the terminal refuses to boot up despite whatever he is trying. She catches sight out of the corner of her eye as he turns from it in frustration.

Jeyna is still staring at the sarcophagus when a rumble comes from inside of it. She staggers backwards in alarm, blind to where the edge of the pyramid is until Aleck catches her arm, jerking her away from the edge she had nearly tumbled off.

Ren's already whirled to face the stone casket, his lightsaber ignited in hand. The red glares off the metal that lines the eyes of his mask, the broken kyber crystal hissing into the massive chamber.

She flinches as a second rumble jerks the sarcophagus, causing it to jump a few inches across the stone slab. Jeyna watches in horror as the top of the coffin slides, inch by grating inch. Her eyes are blown wide at the thought that the dark force user inside is somehow still alive, waiting in his death bed, even as she knows it is impossible.

Ren drops his lightsaber without warning, collapsing suddenly to the ground, his head in his hands. Jeyna barely has time to register a shout of alarm from Aleck behind her before she hears it.

The sound of the bombs falling.

"Jeyna! JEYNA!" She falls to her knees at the unexpected sound of her mother's voice, wincing her eyes tight. "Get down, Jeyna!"

The explosion rocks her, even as she scrapes her fingernails into the ground beneath her, trying to anchor herself to the real world. She clenches her eyes closed, her breath coming in jagged gasps as the flashback plays itself out. The smoke burns her nostrils, curls inside her throat. She can't breathe.

She's coughing, choking, her face feels the heat of flames not far from her. When she opens her eyes again, she can see her mother. She's pinned. She's hurt. Fear and helplessness war in Jeyna at the sight.

The sob of pain tears itself free as she's confronted by the memories she pushes away every day. What is this? This isn't real, she realizes. She curls into herself, recognizing the cold stone beneath her body. She's still physically in the tomb, this is all in her mind. How is this happening?

As soon as the thought occurs to her, the memory dies. When she opens her eyes again, she is in the interrogation room. Hux stands before her, immaculately dressed, face tinged by stress. But no, that's not right. She had never seen Hux in the torture room.

It doesn't matter. He activates the device strapped to her temples, and the electricity jerks through her body. The restraints pull taut as her muscles jerk of their own accord, her jaw clamping tight enough that if the pain weren't so intense she'd be worried about shattering her own teeth.

But is the pain intense? It feels odd. She can remember the pain. But even as she knows it should be agonizing, it doesn't hurt now, does it?

Hux turns it off, and she hears him laughing. She raises her head to meet his gaze.

"I'm the one who kept the torture going for a week. I was supposed to bring in Ren when a prisoner failed to break new information. But I didn't care how much you suffered. I wanted to be the one to get what the Supreme Leader needed," Hux confesses, his lips twisting in manic glee.

Jeyna's hands are free, she realizes. No longer confined to the metal board, she feels the dagger in her hand. Where had the dagger come from?

Hux steps closer. "I would have killed you a dozen different ways," he says, laughing. "But Snoke wanted what was in your head. You. A nobody. The last of your name."

Jeyna feels the anger surge in her chest, the familiar hatred for Hux, whose tried twice now to kill her. She knows Ren won't do it, but can't she? What is stopping her? He's right in front of her, the knife is in her hand.

She feels powerful. It's a sensation she's never experienced before, it rises in her hand that holds the weapon, spreads up her arm and into her chest. It's steady, a current that runs inside her veins, circulating her body until she is encompassed by it.

"When Ren tires of using you for a plaything, when there is nothing more he needs of you, I'll be there," the redheaded officer's voice is grating her nerves. She doesn't want to hear him anymore. "I'll be the only one there, you pathetic orphan. I'll end it."

The power is surging, and it feels amazing. She doesn't want it to stop. It doesn't matter what he says, as long as this feeling stays with her.

"You'll like the incinerator. It will remind you of how your mother died." Hux's voice is a whisper, but it is enough to tip something inside her off balance.

She drives the knife into his chest, without thinking. It goes in easily, like his body isn't even there.

Jeyna's mind catches up with her. This isn't real. Hux isn't here. She's in the tomb.

He fades, the knife with him. The feeling vanishes, leaving her veins aching and empty. The power is gone, she shakes at its absence.

The room falls away like a wisp of smoke. There is only the sarcophagus in front of her. The lid grates open, the gray, armored hand emerging to shove it back. It clatters down, shattering into two large pieces. Where is Ren? She darts her eyes around, but he is nowhere to be seen.

"He's left you. You are alone, you know this." The cruel voice comes from the thing appearing in front of her.

She closes her eyes to the sight of Freedon Nadd, dragging his corpse from its coffin. She wants to tell herself it isn't real, but her senses tell her otherwise. She can feel the energy in the air, the pressure on her skull, the almost painful slamming of her heart against her rib cage. The fear has returned in the absence of the strange power that had made her drive a knife into the mirage of Hux.

His voice draws closer as he approaches her, but she refuses to look. "He lied. To protect you from his master. Your blood is not average. Diluted by time, yes. But you can sense the force, can't you?"

Jeyna's confused what he is speaking about, until her eyes open in surprise at the prick of pain in her fingertip. She looks down to see the red dot of blood appear on her skin, beading up before it trickles a crimson trail, dropping off to splash onto the dirty stone beneath her.

She looks up, and she wishes she didn't. He is tall, formidable. He is cloaked entirely in armor, spikes rising from his shoulders to well above his head. The bones of his face are strong, but the tissue around them has collapsed and shrunken. He looks like a skeleton, gray skin stretched over the gaps. And his eyes…they are the yellow of sickness.

He gives her a scathing look where she lays, kneeling at his feet. "If you can feel the force, you cannot escape from it. I won't let you. You belong to my tomb now."

Jeyna grits her teeth, tears her eyes away from the very real looking Freedon Nadd. This isn't possible, he can't be real. He must be a ghost, a hallucination, anything but the reanimated corpse of a man whose been dead for thousands of years.

Nadd lunges forward, his bloodshot yellow eyes drilling into hers, somehow catching her and taking hold. She recoils, splaying herself backwards on the floor to avoid his wrath. "You will end it, here and now. You will spill your blood, to give me life."

His words pound into her brain, his presence forcing itself into her thoughts, dominating her being. She resists, wishes she could close her eyes against the yellow, and the pain intensifies. Her head feels like it is being ripped in two. She screams, Kylo's name leaving her mouth in a pitiful wail of pleading.

The pain stops.

Freedon Nadd looks down, to where a crimson glow has appeared in his chest. His mouth falls open in surprise, but the wound spreads. His body begins to collapse, but before he can finish his fall, he disappears.

Jeyna is left staring at the space he had previously occupied, when she realizes she can see the glow of Ren's lightsaber beyond. He's driven it into the open sarcophagus, to where she assumes Nadd's actual remains lay.

She watches as he jerks it back out, deactivating it. He drops to a seat on the floor, she can hear the heavy breathing coming through his helmet.

Aleck hesitantly asks, "Miss Torre?"

She sits up, pushing off the cold stone to turn to him. He's visibly shaken looking as he pulls himself from the ground as well. "I'm…fine," she lies. She feels far from fine, her head in the throes of a splitting headache. She's shaken by the assault on her mind. "Did he mess with your head, too?" she asks. Aleck nods, once.

It's then she notices the computer terminal. Somehow, it has turned itself on and booted up what they need. The star map is projecting there, apparently having been activated.

"The star map," she calls to Ren, who is still sitting by the sarcophagus. His mask moves slightly towards the computer, before he shakes it as if breaking himself from thought.

He rises, approaching it. Before her curiosity can take hold, Jeyna puzzles its appearance. Why did Revan leave the map here, by the clearly haunted remains of Freedon Nadd? Did killing his ghost somehow unlock the map?

If so, Jeyna is sure Ren wouldn't have needed her for that. Why had the console on Kashyyyk required her blood, while this one required something so different? Jeyna allows herself to make the tentative assumption that she is somehow distantly related to Revan. Had he been assuming his descendents would be strong with the force?

The thought almost makes her snort in laughter. What a disappointment she would be to him, then.

Ren's copied the map to his datapad, and he surveys her where she is still sitting on the ground. "Are you alright?"

She pushes herself to standing, attempting to seem more collected than she is. It's impossible for her to read his voice with the mask on, whether it is concern or impatience coloring his tone. "I'll be fine," she answers.

The holocron sits, waiting. She approaches it, laying her fingertips on it. She doesn't know what to expect, but it unfurls to project the dizzying lights of the smuggler's moon. The last place she would have guessed for Revan to hide something important to him.

"Nar Shaddaa." Ren's surprise is apparent. "Did Revan have ties to it?"

"Not that I knew of," Jeyna admits. The mystery has grown even more bizarre to her, and she finds herself disliking each new development. But she can't stop, nor would she even without Ren to push her onwards. She has to pull on the thread, regardless of how much it unwinds.