Jeyna comes to in pain, her whole body aching as if she's suffered a beating. Her vision is bleary, and she attempts rolling over to see her surroundings. Her chest gives a stabbing pain with every breath she tries to draw into her lungs, and she grits her teeth, keeping each inhale small. Something sticky is trailing down her cheek, and she wipes it away only to realize it is blood.

The sound of blasters firing fills her eardrums, as her senses return more fully. She's laying on broken pieces of stone, and she scrapes the palm of one hand against a jagged edge as she pushes to stand. It stings as blood quickly fills in the tear in her skin. She feels like there isn't a part of her that isn't bleeding or bruised.

Jeyna looks up, realizing she's managed to fall through the platform they had been standing on. She's two levels down, and she surveys the fragmented pieces that form a demented chute in horror. Had she slid down? If she had outright fallen, she should be in much worse shape.

Her eyes scan for a way back up, as her brain fixates on getting to Ben. But she can't see him up on the top level. All she can see are the flashes of blaster fire overhead, an onslaught that brings panic as fast as she regains reason. The First Order must be loyal to Hux now, she concludes, and are attacking Ben. She manages to hear the noise of a lightsaber, which at least reassures her that Ben is well enough to be fighting back. But how long can he last?

She realizes she's lost her own blaster in the fall, and she can't begin to look for it amidst the heaps of rock. She stumbles forward, nearly falling on the rubble underfoot.

"Oh, pet."

Jeyna freezes in horror, immediately knowing that voice. She turns, a sob threatening to tear loose from her throat when she sees the squad of stormtroopers that surround Hux. He's smiling, a sick expression of complete joy.

He strides forward, stopping near the wrecked remains she is standing on. She stares when he offers a hand, as if to help her down. After a moment, his smile grows and he drops his hand.

"You're looking worse for wear," he observes, raising his hand to tap at his temple. "Did you bump your head? That's bleeding quite a bit."

She can barely think through the haze of anger pounding in her head, while concern for Ben wraps fingers around her heart to squeeze. "You couldn't just let us go…" she finally manages to say, hating how broken her voice sounds with defeat.

"Let you go?" Hux repeats. "And let Ren get an advantage? What has he dragged you here for, hm?"

She doesn't reply, rage holding her tongue still. Jeyna flinches backwards as he grabs for her, towing her down roughly off the rubble. She nearly falls, stopped only by him wrenching her arm back the other way. His grip is hard on her wrist.

"What is Ren here for? Is there a weapon?" he demands.

Jeyna stares back, refusing to answer, until she watches his control shred apart in his gaze. Some distraught part of her is enjoying infuriating Hux, her hatred ruling her thoughts. It's easier to cling onto it, than face the hopelessness.

Hux's face twists in irritation, and he shakes her aggressively. "Answer me, girl!"

Her eyes narrow in contempt. "Go to hell," she hisses. Hux reacts immediately, backhanding her as hard as he can across the face. Her head snaps, blood filling her mouth from where the inside of her lip collided with her teeth. She stops herself from crying out, hanging her head and taking shaking breaths as her gaze focuses on his boots. Somehow, they are still immaculately clean despite the dust and debris he is standing in.

Jeyna gathers the blood in her mouth, and spits right on the shiny surface of one of his boots. It's enough to make the man snap, and he grabs her by the shoulders, throwing her down. She tumbles onto her rear, pain echoing throughout her body at the impact. "You disgusting wretch!" he rants, attempting to wipe it off on the ground.

She feels a hysterical urge to laugh at his response, emotions going haywire at the bleak situation she is in. He stops to survey her, seeing the mirth on her face, before forcing himself back under control. "Enough of this game," he says quietly. He gestures towards her, and two stormtroopers approach.

Jeyna attempts to scuttle back from them, but they grab her. It's only a moment before she's held by one, while the other forces a blaster up under the bottom of her chin. Her head is forced upwards by the pressure, even while she glares defiantly at Hux.

Give him what he wants!

Ben's pleading voice breaks through the irrational emotions that have been controlling her, and she is filled with despair. Tears blur her eyes, the hopelessness now free to crash into her. How could everything go so bad, so fast? It feels like just moments ago they'd been wrapped up in each other, a heartbeat away from bliss. Now she's facing down Hux while Ben faces down an entire army.

There is an explosion overhead, the kind that comes from heavy artillery. It's quickly followed by more.

"I don't want to," she gasps out, voice trembling. Logically, she knows this isn't going to end well. How can they stand up to the entire First Order, if Hux has convinced them to turn on their Supreme Leader? Why should she cooperate, if her fate is already sealed?

"Don't want to help me? Too bad," Hux snarls. "You'll tell me what you are here for. Now!"

You need to buy time! I'm trying to get to you!

She jerks as she hears a loud crashing noise, the planet shuddering underfoot. It sounds like a structure has collapsed somewhere. Jeyna realizes the blaster fire is more distant. Are they forcing Ben back? Is he too outnumbered? Is it only a matter of time before they kill him?

"I don't know what I'm here for! I can only feel it!" Jeyna sobs, thoughts of Ben's fate making the crushing feeling in her chest unbearable. It hurts worse than any of her injuries.

Hux nods at the troopers, and they release her. She stands gasping between them, barely managing to choke down hysterical tears. "You can feel it? …In the force?" Hux looks confused when she nods, before his face turns determined. "Then you can take me to it. Whatever it is, I will claim the advantage. Not Ren."

Minutes Later

Jeyna's stumbled up so many steps, she's lost count. The stormtroopers have stayed behind, somewhere near the entrance of the building. It is only her and Hux, climbing upwards through the strange structure. It looks like some sort of prison, cells sitting empty behind rusting bars. The windows are all cracked and filthy, letting in streaks of low light to guide their ascent. She hasn't examined the place more than that, focusing on climbing and the growing presence in her head.

She slows down, her body exhausted from pain, until Hux jabs the end of a blaster into her back. She picks her pace back up, following the beacon that's glaring in the force. It's stronger the closer she gets, calling out to her. Whoever is in her mind is urging her onwards, at the same time she feels an odd repulsion. She realizes that she can feel strong emotions through the force, and they don't belong to her or Ben.

It's a mismatched combination of relief and reluctance, warped with fear. Why reluctance? And why does she so suddenly feel like something is pushing her backwards? Jeyna tries to steady her shaking hands, not used to being able to feel so strongly through the force unless Ben is helping her.

Is the person in her mind expanding her awareness, the way Ben can? Or is this all her doing? Her chest constricts at the thought of Ben, before she tries to tell herself he must be okay. Surely she'd feel it, if he weren't?

Jeyna reaches the end of the stairs, and hesitantly steps into the room located at the very top of the building. Her feet come to a standstill inside the door, as she examines the space. This is also a prison, she realizes. But the cell here is not made of bars and chains.

In the center of the circular room is a stasis chamber. There is a figure hovering in it, dark robes cascading to eerily float in the fluid. Though she can't see a face, as the man is turned away from the doorway, she already knows in the pit of her stomach who he is.

"What is this?" Hux snaps, sounding confused. "A person? You've led me up here for a person?"

"It's Revan," Jeyna says, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I told myself it was impossible, but…" She moves, circling the stasis chamber to see him. Her jaw drops open as she catches sight of the recognizable features. She's memorized them since she saw the holocron of him as a child, she'd know his face anywhere. Dark hair, a thin scar pulling from the corner of his eye to his lips, a handsome face. She knows if those eyes were to open, they would look right into her soul.

"Revan?" Hux repeats in disbelief. "The Sith Lord?"

"He wasn't just a Sith Lord," Jeyna corrects him, voice weak with shock. Hux's commlink goes off, and he winces while listening to whatever is being transmitted through it. She's just staring, in awe at the man floating unconscious before her. Her life's studies culminating in this discovery feels overwhelming.

"Regardless of title, he is coming with me," Hux declares when the static of his communication device fades. He joins her, surveying the chamber. "Is this kolto? How primitive."

Jeyna recognizes the computer terminal, it looks similar to the one from Kashyyyk. Her eyes widen when Hux raises his weapon, as if to fire on the computer with impatience. "Don't! If it's some sort of cryo system, you could kill him!" Jeyna protests.

The redheaded man gives her a scathing glare before lowering his blaster. "Then release him. Now."

Jeyna obeys, if only to stop Hux from accidentally killing the man whose somehow managed to stay alive for an eternity. She boots up the computer, holding her eyes open as the retinal scanner roves her gaze with a beam of light.

"Neural pattern accepted. Provide a sequence," the computer announces. The needle that unfurls from its structure is identical to the one she'd had to deal with on Kashyyyk.

"Hurry up!" Hux demands, tone rising in pitch with his frustration.

Jeyna jabs her finger onto the needle, even as her mind is racing. Is Hux so impatient because Ben is gaining ground? Are the stormtroopers not able to handle him much longer? A dangerous thread of hope wiggles through her heart at the thought.

She's distracted when the entire chamber unlocks, tilting backwards and lowering. The mechanics grind and catch, the whole process jerky with age. Jeyna can't help but wonder if Revan will even wake up. Has any human being ever been stored in stasis for this long? Why had he locked himself up in such a manner?

The tank hits the ground, and she staggers backwards as the front half of the transparisteel slides back. It releases a flood of sticky liquid that washes over the floor, and she realizes it is indeed kolto that had been used. The temperature in the room plummets as the cold seeps from the tank. She bites her lip in concern over the sight of Revan, laying crumpled and unmoving in the curve at the bottom.

"Well, I suppose I won't be needing you now," Hux says.

Jeyna whirls, turning her back on Revan to face the general. She steps backwards as fast as he advances, a wicked smile taking over his pale face. "I would reassure you that it isn't personal," he seethes. "But I'm going to enjoy killing Ren's whore. If he survives the elite guard, I'll leave your body here for him to find."

Jeyna edges around the tank, retreating until her back collides with the wall. Hux's eyes are calm with their murderous intent, and somehow that is even worse than if he'd been raging. Her body trembles, as she remembers the vision she'd experienced in Freedon Nadd's tomb.

When there is nothing more he needs of you, I'll be there. I'll be the only one there, you pathetic orphan. I'll end it. The vision of Hux had said that, and as she stares down the end of the real Hux's blaster, she wonders…had everything the ghost shown her been based in truth?

Had the power she felt been real, as well? Had it come from her, and not the spirit of Freedon Nadd?

Jeyna remembers the force that had surged in her veins like a drug, and it returns to her with the memory. Her mouth falls open at the strength of it, building like a current throbbing throughout her body.

"Nothing to say, pet?" Hux taunts.

The force builds until she doesn't know how to handle it, the energy threatening to rip itself lose from her skin. She sees his finger tightening on the trigger of the blaster, at the same moment she cannot contain the power anymore. Jeyna screams, the feral noise releasing some of the anger and despair that's been built up inside of her. She pushes out with the force, sending a shockwave through the intangible web. It is focused on Hux, the center of her hatred.

He is thrown backwards, his body striking the wall across the room with a loud crack. The young general falls to the ground, his blaster clattering beside him.

Jeyna collapses as the power withdraws, pulling from her veins and leaving her shaking. It has somehow sapped her energy, leaving her fatigued.

She's breathing heavily, clinging onto consciousness, when Revan rises.