The next day, I woke up, and went to work, and then I did that the day after that, and so on. It took me almost half a week to find the right time. And, I was scared that it wouldn't work. Yet, as I walked through the hallways, I could feel everything falling into place almost perfectly.

"Excuse me," I whispered, and pulled a stormtrooper to the side of the hall.

"What?" he snapped. I took a deep breath.

"You have something on your mask," I muttered. He grumbled, and I looked around, we were in the hallway with the hatch to the ventilation shaft- just as I'd planned.

"Look, I've got to go," The stormtrooper growled. I grabbed his mask off of his head, and then dropped it.

"Oops," I whispered. The stormtrooper seemed to be very angry, he bent down to pick up his helmet, and I took a thick wooden board out of my tool belt. My tool belt wrapped around my whole waist, and was one large pocket with a few smaller ones. I was too messy to care. I raised the wooden board over the stormtrooper's head, and hit him- hard. As I hit him I imagined all the times the stormtroopers would walk through the hallways, and kick things like my screwdriver away from me, usually down a vent, and then I'd have to go and fetch that…

The stormtrooper fell, and I felt my eyes widen. Now came the hard part. I looked around the area, and took off his suit. I took him to the hatch, and took out rope from my tool belt. I tied him around the ventilation shaft, and locked him in there. My hope was that I would be able to get out of StarKiller Base before anyone found him. I changed into the stormtrooper's uniform, and walked as slowly as I could to the loading deck.

At the loading deck, I would be loaded onto a ship, and sent out on a stormtrooper mission. I wasn't really sure what would be happening on this mission, but I knew that I was going to slip away from the regimen, and find my way back to the Resistance. All of this seemed much easier in my head.

When I walked towards the ship I was supposed to get on, I was handed a blaster. I boarded the ship, and stood in line. We stood tall, to our full height, and I noticed that I was much shorter than the people around me. Luckily, I had reached the stormtrooper I took the uniform from. He was only 5'6, so I might be able to pull it off. The door of the ship closed, and I felt the only life I had ever known disappear in front of my face. I had worked for the First Order since I was fifteen. I had only recently began to work on StarKiller Base. Before my life as a part of the First Order, I lived in an orphanage, something I tried not to think about. Yet, as the ship entered space, the only thing I could think about was my home planet.

I was born on a planet that had an abundance of water, with only a little of land. This was because the planet was in a perpetual thunderstorm. The thunderstorm would stop only every few years, and even then only for an hour tops. As I stood motionless in the ship, I could almost feel the water on my face. I hadn't felt that feeling in years. The cool water splashing against your face, the sound of thunder clapping in the background, the mossy wet ground underneath your feet.

Unfortunately, I was awoken from my memory by the noise of the ship landing. I looked around, and held my gun closer to my chest. The door opened, and the darkness was absolute. My eyes took a moment to adjust before the other stormtroopers started walking outside. I could feel bees in my stomach as I walked outside. I was scared, and I wasn't afraid to admit that. I knew my limitations, and this was basically it. I betrayed the people that had taken me in, and now I was going to betray the people that gave me a job.

My feet hit harsh land, and I had to fight not to fall down. Around us was rocks, ragged and pointed. The ground beneath me was grey, like the color of clouds before a storm. We were standing on rocks. On the rocks grew blue moss, but it was a muted blue, almost dirty. For miles there was nothing- but there was a presence, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. Something dark and not very happy. I looked up, and there it was, Kylo Ren's ship. Whatever was here was important, otherwise he would not have come.

"Spread out! Search the area!" A voice commanded, this voice was diluted and mechanical. I had no idea what the stormtroopers were looking for- but I guessed it was ancient sith artifacts.

I looked around me, and saw Kylo Ren's ship land. I took a few steps forward, to test the ground. It seemed sturdy enough. As I continued to walk, I could hear the sound of someone breathing through a mask, and I knew Kylo must have left his ship. I tried not to look behind me, because I was afraid of what I might find.

Then, I did. I was far away from the rest of the stormtroopers. I surveyed the area around me, and then, I took off in a light jog. I hid behind a rock before I took my helmet off. Fresh air streamed through my nostrils. I felt free for the first time in so long. I dropped the blaster that I had been clutching. Soon, the entire suit was off, and all I was wearing was black pants, a black shirt, and black shoes. I smiled, and began to run. I could feel the harsh wind on my face, the hard ground underneath my feet, and I felt free, that if I truly wanted to, I could fly. Then, too soon, I was grounded. I felt restrained, fighting to move. Yet, I couldn't. My whole body struggled. It was painful- I couldn't even think.

I heard footsteps hitting the hard ground, but it didn't register. I felt a sharp pain in my back, then my knees being scraped against the rocks. I didn't speak, I felt scared to. My head was limp.

I was dropped roughly on the ground, in front of me were black shoes and black pants. I didn't even need to look up to know that it was Kylo Ren. Someone shoved my head up, and I could see a tall figure looming above me. He crouched down in front of me.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Kylo Ren's voice was mechanical and hard to understand. I stared unblinking at his mask.

"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice unwavering.

"The one who took the plans," Kylo snapped. I shook my head,

"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," I said again, my voice still unwavering.

"Search her," Kylo called to his stormtroopers. I was pulled upwards, and patted down.

"There is nothing on her, sir," A stormtrooper answered.

"Take her with us, she must know where the Resistance is," Kylo command, and walked to his ship.