The flight to the Finalizer is brief. Like almost all of the First Order military assets, the star destroyer lurks in the Outer Rim. Buried in deep space where no one will look to find it. The Order has stealth down to an artform to cloak its true threat. So while the Republic—most notably its matriarch former Senator Leia Organa—strongly suspects that the First Order is preparing for war, it can't yet prove it.
Still, each year in recent memory, some Core World journalist has written another expose piece warning of the growing might of the First Order movement. It's yellow journalism based on hearsay from fuel depot records and weapons suppliers. It's never hard proof that will withstand scrutiny and will compel the do-nothing Galactic Senate to act. The Republic seems to have adopted a 'see no evil, hear no evil' posture that the Order exploits to full advantage.
The Republic fearmongering is always the same: Here come the far right, fascist neo-Imperialists to steal your civil rights! Here come the racist human supremacists who view aliens as disgusting! Here come the authoritarians who hate democracy and hate freedom! And, well, there is a kernel of truth to each of those allegations. But there are also legitimate and complex reasons for those attitudes. And rather than investigate and understand those reasons, the Republic paints the Order and its many passive sympathizers with a broad brush as violent haters who want to turn the clock back. It's reductive oversimplification.
For history is indeed the winner's side of the story. But luckily, that doesn't mean the loser's version is completely eradicated. Truth has a way of coming to light, Nestor knows. It has a tendency to persist. People know lies when they hear them. Telling lies over and over again, louder and louder, does not make them more convincing.
But the New Republic certainly has tried. In the almost thirty years since the Rebellion, it has created a rigid liberal orthodoxy enshrining the Old Republic as the zenith of good government. It was a golden era of compromise and peace that was brought down by the conniving warmonger Sith, or so the story goes. The problem is that many people's personal experiences—as well as many noted historians' treatises—disagree with that assessment. Plenty of people remember Sheev Palpatine as a courageous statesman who tried his best to hold the Republic together through the tumultuous Clone Wars. Many who voted for him reject the notion that he was ever truly a dictator. For them, his Emperor role was a natural outgrowth of his elected position as Supreme Chancellor. They also remember the rampant corruption and ineffectiveness of the Old Republic Senate. They recall the meddling of the Jedi Order in the affairs of state, in everything from trade to the military. Did the Old Empire make mistakes? Yes. Was the destruction of Alderaan an abomination? Certainly. But was everything about the Old Empire bad? No.
Still, the New Republic refuses to recognize that fact. It will concede nothing to its vanquished enemy. Everyone who had anything to do with the Bad Empire is a Bad Person. That foolish stance plays into the Order's hands. Because the more they draw lines of demarcation and shrilly point fingers, the more reasonable the Order's ideas appear. The New Republic leadership seems to have forgotten that a mere fifty years ago, the galaxy at large gave up on democracy. And . . . it might do that again if circumstances are right. Leader Snoke and his First Order will be ready to pounce when that happens.
But for now, Nestor and his brethren exist quietly in the shadows on ships like the Finalizer. Watching, waiting, and preparing.
Like everything else in the Order, this brand-new star destroyer harkens back to the past. Its design elements are a faithful redo of the Imperial versions that preceded it, only with updated technology and supersized stats. Everything old is new again in Snoke's armada, only it's bigger and better.
Kylo's black command shuttle enters the gigantic hanger bay with an escort of two TIE fighters. That seems oddly ceremonial to Nestor, but Kylo just shrugs. Soon, the tall wings of his black shuttle fold up like a bird of prey coming to roost. Then the ship settles down and the ramp deploys. Nestor grabs his gear like the other Knights and readies to disembark. And that's when he glances out a window to see the reception Kylo Ren has merited.
"What the fuck?" The Knight next to Nestor swears as he too takes a look. In the Finalizer hangar bay await hundreds of troops and officers assembled in neat rows at attention.
"Who are they expecting?" Nestor wonders aloud.
"Us," Kylo answers as he clips his lightsaber to his belt. "Follow me." Then, he strides down the ramp like he owns the place. It's the same brash entitlement that Nestor observed back at Snoke's bunker.
Taking in all the pomp and ceremony, Nestor thinks he gets it. For while the Leader himself might run down his Apprentice, he clearly wants Kylo to be respected. It's the first indication to Nestor that the relationship between Master and Apprentice is very complex. Harsh taskmaster that he is, Leader Snoke wants his student to succeed.
Kylo is welcomed by an Imperial veteran Admiral. The Admiral's words are impersonally cordial and his poker face is blank. This is bland professional courtesy. The young Colonel at his side, however, is much more demonstrative. He eyes Kylo and the Knights with clear skepticism. He glances to his superior as if to ask, 'who are these guys again?'
"See to it personally that they get settled, Hux," the Admiral tells the Colonel as he hands them off. "The Knights are here at the behest of the Leader and we wish to see to their every need. Let us endeavor to be good hosts." Then, the Admiral salutes and heads back to the bridge. That leaves the Knights with the Colonel and several hundred onlookers who comprise the official welcoming committee.
"From your security clearance, we half expected the Supreme Leader himself," Colonel Hux observes coolly. He has icy blue eyes that rake over the new arrivals carefully. They linger a moment on the conspicuous lightsaber at Kylo's hip.
For his part, Kylo is all business. "There should be a set of seven custom TIEs arriving."
"Yes, they are here."
"Have them fueled and kept ready near the airlock. We will be practicing flight skills daily."
The Colonel bristles, "That's valuable real estate in my hangar bay—"
"I don't care," Kylo cuts him off. "Move what you need to move to make room for us."
This highhandedness rankles the Colonel. "Just who are you again?" he bristles.
Kylo pins him with his eyes. "My name is Kylo Ren, but you can call me 'Sir.'" With that curt announcement, he starts striding down the center aisle of the assembly.
The Knights all look to each other, shrug, and follow him.
So does the prickly Colonel.
And thus begins the ongoing battle between Kylo Ren and Colonel Hux. It's a powerplay from the very beginning. Kylo starts dictating orders for facilities and quarters as he walks. Hux doesn't take it gracefully. He's fuming by the time their group has reached the hangar bay elevators. The attitude only serves to egg Kylo on, Nestor notices. Kylo responds to snippiness with snark. He answers obnoxiousness with arrogance. He has no qualms escalating things with this prissy, turf conscious Colonel. The man is clearly very threatened and Kylo knows it. He might even like it.
When the first skirmish is over and the Colonel walks away, Nestor shakes his head. "He's no fun."
"That's Brendol Hux's son, you know," the Knight beside him remarks. "That guy's a prince of the First Order and he knows it. His career is golden thanks to his famous father."
One of the praetorian types speaks up. "Have you ever met Brendol Hux? That guy makes the Leader look warm and fuzzy. It probably sucks to be his son. If you ask me, I pity the guy. No wonder he's a prick."
"Then they deserve each other," Kylo decides. "Let's stash our stuff and go storm the bridge."
Everyone looks to him sharply. "Are you serious?" Nestor asks.
"Yes. Let's go make an appearance and establish where we rank in the chain of command."
"Where is that again?"
"Above everyone on this ship," Kylo sniffs.
"It's going to piss him off some more," Nestor warns.
"Two birds with one stone," Kylo smirks.
After a brief sojourn to the bridge and more confrontation with the Colonel, the Knights get to work on intensive training. Every day, all day, the Knights perfect their craft at war as they get to know one another.
The hacker guy's name is Wheedon, but he goes by the nickname Static. He's a colorful guy. Static took freelance jobs as a university student cracking code. He screwed up only one job, but it happened to be hacking the First Order. And when you hack the Order, they don't report you to the local authorities. They take matters into their own hands. In this case, they recognized talent and hired it for themselves. So now, Static cracks Republic code. He jokingly refers to himself as having been kidnapped by a press gang with an offer he couldn't refuse. But he's been a star ever since. He delights in his work, calling security protocols 'puzzles' and firewalls 'challenges.' It's all a game to him, Nestor suspects. He's a desk jockey, so he's not much of an athlete. But no one expects him to fight Luke Skywalker. He's the guy who's going to get the rest of the Knights teed up to fight the Jedi.
The explosives dude is frankly a little scary. His name is Jonar and he's more anarchist than Order true believer. Nestor privately suspects that he would work for anyone who paid him. But since terror groups are notoriously short of funds and the Republic isn't hiring, that just left the Order. In addition to his gig as a Knight, Jonar has been roped into consulting on the Starkiller project. It means he misses a lot of combat training sessions. But that's fine because like Static, Jonar is brains, not brawn.
Two of the praetorian trainees, Omar and Carlos, are friendly rivals and longtime training buddies. They are combat obsessed, running more drills than anyone else. Omar favors a weapon that looks like an axe. He wields it amazingly fast, like a broadsword. Carlos prefers to use a flat machete sword. It's shorter but more functional since it is also a rifle. Nestor finds these unusual weapons to be limited in application. They are really only effective for hand to hand combat. But they are a far better match for Skywalker's lightsaber than his own gun is, Nestor knows.
The third praetorian trainee is a quiet guy named Pedro. He's soft spoken and nice. Pedro lacks the loud macho bravado of the other two, although he is their equal in skills. He's actually a good counterpoint to their high energy demeanor. Pedro has a low-key coolness about him. But when he swings his scythe-like weapon, he's anything but chill.
Kylo drills daily with the praetorians with his sword. Their foursome will be the ones to personally take on Skywalker. Nestor and the other two are mostly there for backup. Still, looking to increase his skills, Nestor starts learning to fight with a Force pike. Maybe that will save his life when they ultimately find Skywalker.
Nestor also spends an hour a day shooting at Kylo. The guy can stop blaster bolts midair with the Force. It's an amazing feat. His reflexes are astounding. Nestor sends round after round of stun bolts at Kylo and none get by. He also deflects the shots with his saber, sending them right back at Nestor. It forces him to practice a lot of defensive maneuvers. That means he's diving to the floor quite a bit. It's lots of cardio and bruises.
Kylo's training is not all drills in the gym. The Knights fly too. Nestor's a decent pilot but he never became really good because that takes too much time in the cockpit. Well, he's got the time now. He's in his new TIE Interceptor every day for at least two hours. Flying is the one skill where Nestor has a leg up on the praetorians. Carlos is dismal so Kylo sends him back to the simulator before he kills himself in his new ultra-fast precision tuned ship.
Nestor quickly gets used to the Knight uniforms but not the helmet. He has trouble getting used to the helmet. "I can't see a thing in this," he complains. He gets little sympathy. The praetorians are used to armor and masks. The techie guys just shrug. "Why do we need a mask?" Nestor grouses again.
"Vader had a mask," Kylo points out, as if this settles the topic.
"That explains why you need a mask," Nestor grumbles, "not why the rest of us need a mask."
Kylo sticks with the patriarchy angle. He points out, "Your father fought the Rebellion in a mask and armor."
"The Rebellion won," grumpy Nestor reminds everyone. "Seriously, why do we need these? They're hot."
"They look cool," Carlos replies. "Extra menacing."
Kylo agrees. "It hides who we are. Anonymity is good because we're going to be notorious before long. This way," he theorizes, "you can date Senator Ono's daughter without fear of arrest on Coruscant."
"That is an upside," Nestor has to concede. And, he realizes, the mask hides that Kylo is not much more than a kid. With his long pouty face, the master of the Knights of Ren is more Darth Teenager than Darth Vader.
Nestor keeps doing his best, as do the rest. But Snoke's words from the throne room still ring in his ears. Nestor can't help but worry that he is the weak link in the group. He fesses up his concern one night to Kylo.
His boss just shrugs. "Snoke chose you, didn't he?"
"I guess . . . "
"My old man used to say that hokey religions and ancient weapons were no match for a good blaster by your side. You've got that at least, Flick."
"Your dad never fought Luke Skywalker," Nestor sighs.
"True. He did try to shoot Vader once though. Didn't work."
It's the first time Kylo has alluded to his family since they began training. Wanting to know more, Nestor pursues the topic. "It must have been weird growing up knowing your parents were enemies with your grandfather."
Kylo shakes his head and reveals, "I didn't know. No one told me. I found out that Vader was my grandfather when it was breaking news on the holonet."
"Ouch." Nestor cringes for him.
"That pretty much was the end of my mother's political career. Nothing she ever did for the Rebellion or the Republic could remove the taint of her being Vader's daughter for her colleagues. Her motives were always suspect after that." Kylo looks smug about it, too.
"That's a big secret to keep."
"Yeah, it was. My family is full of secrets and lies. Betrayal is what we do best," Kylo gripes bitterly.
"That sucks," Nestor commiserates. If nothing else, he has his family's unconditional support and approval. He's always valued that, but never more so than now. The Flick family might not have wealth, fame, or power, but they have other things that matter.
"It actually explains a lot," Kylo says quietly. "Looking back, I realize why everyone was so scared of me, why my mother washed her hands of me, why my father avoided me. All along, there was too much Vader in me. They knew it, but they never explained it. They just let me struggle with it."
Nestor still doesn't really understand what Kylo is describing. But geez, that sounds awful. "You were ten when you were sent to Skywalker, right?"
He nods. "They dumped me on Luke. They figured all our family problems were because of the Force. It was their way of justifying abdicating responsibility." Kylo looks bleak as he all but says he was abandoned.
Seeing his pained expression, Nestor tries a new angle. "What is Skywalker like?"
"Afraid," Kylo answers immediately. Clearly, this is a topic he has thought about a lot. "Luke was in over his head trying to revive the Jedi Order that died when he was born. He and my mother are slavishly devoted to an idealistic past that never truly existed. I don't think he ever once questioned whether he should bring back the Jedi. Luke just did it. He didn't learn from the history his own father lived—that the Jedi Order and the Jedi ways will let you down in the end."
Kylo now starts speaking about people Nestor doesn't know. "Luke never realized how manipulated he had been by Kenobi and Yoda. Snoke is right—the Jedi ruined our family. They led my grandfather into a life of pain and suffering, they led my uncle on a foolish quest to restore their power, and they led me into . . ." Kylo pauses as if searching for the right words. " . . . into this . . ."
Nestor thinks he's finished, but Kylo is just gaining steam. His words come out intense, fast, and angry now. "The Jedi have no moral high ground where my family is concerned. They deceive as much as the Sith do. A lot of their rules are bullshit. Luke knew it, too. He broke them himself and thought I didn't notice. The guy was a hypocrite in many ways . . ."
Kylo's face hardens as the diatribe continues. "We are all their pawns. Luke and my mother were stolen by the Jedi, separated at birth, and hidden for years. Then, the Jedi trained Luke a little, stuck a sword in his hand, and sent him off to kill his own father without revealing the relationship. Vader was the one to tell Luke who he really was."
"Shit," Nestor swears. "I bet that was awkward."
Kylo smirks. "Especially because Vader had just sliced off his hand. How's that for a welcome to the family?" He sighs. "The Skywalkers have always been a tough love bunch. My Master is no exception." Kylo has more allegations now. "The Jedi didn't tell Luke about my mother either. They kept him in the dark for years about his own twin sister."
"Why?" Nestor squints. This story keeps getting worse and worse. It's not the official version of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa, that's for sure.
"I assume it was because the Jedi disdained attachments. They didn't think it is important to know your family. They wanted you to put the Force above all else. The Jedi are cold. They teach you to cultivate emotional distance. You serve others in generic sense, but you aren't supposed to become close to anyone other than your own Master."
"Is that why they sent you away so young? Because they don't want you to have family ties?" Nestor is trying to understand the backstory of this guy who is Snoke's number two.
"The Jedi Order used to take kids from their families at age three. I got off easy compared to them. Luke probably thought he was being very progressive waiting until I was ten."
"But Skywalker was your family. Right?" It's not like the Senator and her husband sent their son away to a stranger. Skywalker is his uncle.
Kylo looks away. "Yes. Yes, Luke is family." His boss glances over his direction with true envy in his eyes. "Flick, you are lucky. You're not cursed with the Force and you have a family that loves you. There are people who care for you for who you are. Not just for what you can do for them."
"But surely someone—"
"Luke didn't love me. I was his Padawan and he felt responsible for me. But he never loved me." Kylo shakes his head as he adds softly, "I loved him though. Luke was the only parent in my life."
Kylo looks miserable as he speaks of these memories. Like he might cry. But he also looks scarily determined. Like he is capable of anything or anything right now. For this is the power of the Dark Side channeled deep by strong emotion and ready to strike. "I blame the Jedi," Kylo hisses with palpable resentment. "They fought over my grandfather, then they fought over Luke. Now, they fight over me. I'm just the latest tool of the Jedi agenda. It's why I have to kill Skywalker. This ends with me," he vows. Nestor believes him, too.
"So, this fight isn't really political for you? It's personal?" Nestor is beginning to realize that Kylo doesn't care about governing the galaxy so much as he cares about revenge. This is far more about hating the Jedi than it is loving the Empire, he suspects.
Kylo nods. "The Force is very personal. And where my family is concerned, the personal is political. The future of the galaxy has doesn't hinge on who holds the Core or the Mid Rim," he scoffs. "The future of the galaxy depends on the fate of the Skywalkers." Kylo must realize how grandiose that sounds because he abruptly swears, "Fuck! You'll never understand this. Why am I telling you this?"
"Because I'm your friend."
Kylo shoots him a warning look. "Sith don't have friends. They have enemies and allies."
"Then I'm your ally," Nestor reasons. Feeling a bit sheepish and gushy, he nevertheless promises, "I've got your back, boss."
Cynical Kylo sneers, "You'd be the first."
Nestor refuses to be pushed away. "Alright, then. I'm the first."
That loyalty earns him another warning. "Don't let me down. I kill people who let me down."
Kylo never says another word about the Jedi or his family after that. It's like he had pent up emotion to unload and now he's good for another few weeks. The guy has serious issues, Nestor thinks privately. So it's good for him to vent a little. It's help Nestor understand his boss and their mission a little better as well.
All of the Knights are single. And, well, one perk of the Finalizer is all the mixed sex interaction. That's a welcome change for the guys. There are no female praetorians and bomb making has dismally low female representation, as does hacking and bodyguard work. But on the Finalizer, all Order occupations are present and that means plenty of girls and girl watching opportunities.
The topic comes up the first night when the Knights occupy the officer's lounge and Kylo gives the go-ahead for Carlos to start buying everyone drinks on Snoke's credits. Carlos scans the room and heads straight for a group of female officers sitting around a table in the corner.
"Can he do that?" Nestor frets. "That no-fraternizing rule has some pretty harsh consequences." The Order frowns on romances between personnel.
Kylo shrugs. "We're not military. We can't violate the rule. And even if we could, you have no rank so you can't get demoted. Plus, Snoke's not going to kill you over it and neither will I."
That's express permission as far as the Knights are concerned. Every woman on the ship now becomes a potential date for a Knight.
Static turns out to be the most girl crazy. But he's not trolling the officer's lounge for hot lieutenants. Instead, he hangs out afterhours at the onboard swimming pool. Coincidentally, it's in time for the women's stormtrooper swim team practice. So when Omar remarks that there's just something about a girl in shiny officer boots, Static says he prefers his girl watching out of uniform. That gets everyone's attention. Static reveals his new favorite hangout and the Knights head down to C-Deck for swim practice that very night.
It fast becomes an impromptu pool party, with Knights mingling with the trooper girls dripping in their regulation black tank suits. Then Carlos throws Omar in the pool. Soon, everyone gets in the pool—clothed or not—as standoffish Kylo looks on smirking. By the end of the second week, swim practice is a thrice a week full-on party with resourceful Jonar DJ-ing the music on a sound system he rigged from spare parts he found in the ship's workshop. The Knights are there, the trooper girls are there, and so are some of the ship's tech guys who Jonar and Static have befriended. Word gets around, invitations are made, and the party grows each time. Using his 'I can take whatever I want' Knight status, Carlos commandeers cold beer from the commissary and now the party is lit as well.
The pool party is where Kylo meets the navigation girl. She's a lieutenant fresh out of the Academy who is on her first assignment. She's cute enough and shy, like Kylo. They strike up a conversation when she comes to swim laps for her workout one night. He's standing watching the party from afar and she's standing watching the party from afar as she towels off. That's when Kylo says, "I've seen you on the bridge." It's what counts for heavy flirting from Kylo Ren.
But the girl keeps coming for swim workouts and Kylo keeps showing up to sullenly sip beer and watch everyone else having fun. After a week he and the navigation girl progress from silent head nods, to sheepish 'hellos,' to an actual conversation. It's a little tortured. Nestor hangs close by for moral support as she talks artlessly about star chart anomalies and the treachery of black holes and Kylo hangs on every word like it's poetry. The whole thing is very high school. But something tells Nestor that Kylo never had the high school experience. They probably frowned on even this sort of chaste romance at Jedi camp.
More and more, Nestor gets the sense that for the first time in a long time—maybe ever—Kylo is around people his age. He's painfully uncomfortable about it all, standing on the periphery pretending to be aloof and dropping the occasional biting criticism. It's a defense mechanism, Nestor comes to realize. The guy just seems uncomfortable in his own skin. He's fine when he's barking orders in training or doing his Vader thing stalking the bridge. But outside the context of conflict, Kylo seems very hesitant. It seems odd to say about a guy who marches around the Finalizer commanding everyone he sees, but Kylo Ren seems to lack confidence.
Still, at times, he manages to look almost happy. Not that you would know it if you didn't know him. The guy never smiles. He seldom relaxes. The Apprentice is always on edge. Glowering. Brooding. Except, of course, when he's not. Kylo alternates between an intense, aggressive, sardonic asshole and a surprisingly vulnerable, but reasonably personable dude. One is the guy Nestor met on Coruscant and one is the guy who talked history with Dad on that visit home. The thing is, you never know which Kylo you are going to get. It's not that he's horrible all the time. It's more like that he doesn't know how to to relate to people other than conflict. Kylo's years in Jedi training purposely avoiding close relationships apparently have left their mark.
All the time together helps the Knights build camaraderie. But more than anything, the Knights bond around pranking Hux. By the third week, the Colonel gets wind of the pool parties. He marches in one night to shut down things. After Hux gives a longwinded rant with lots of three and four syllable words, everyone looks expectantly to Kylo who drawls acidly, "You're not invited."
The Colonel is undeterred. This is unauthorized fraternizing, he alleges, pointing to the many crew members who are in attendance. He orders the crew under his command to disperse and that ends the fun immediately.
Cheeky Static fires back by hacking the ship's intercom system. The Colonel starts each day with announcements and a rousing speech that is much parodied behind his back. But when Hux next gives his regular morning briefing, the sound of crickets chirping sounds in the background. The next day, it's a bantha loudly mooing. It goes downhill from there as the amplified background noise gets more and more puerile. It's harmless, but not harmless. Because it hits Hux where it hurts—his rigid sense of decorum and dignity. Making him a buffoon stings far worse than Static throwing a punch. The whole ship snickers at Hux. Static keeps it up a week before Kylo tells him to knock it off. No one wants to hear fart noises broadcast over the Finalizer intercom first thing in the morning.
Hux gets his revenge. Kylo continues his slow burn romance over drinks with the navigation girl in the officer's lounge. He finally works up the nerve to ask her to have dinner with him. It's a real date. Probably the first real date for both of them. But she's a no show when the appointed night arrives. It turns out that Hux has gotten wise to the pairing. He reassigned navigation girl off his ship immediately.
Kylo is livid. And unlike Snoke's trolling, Kylo doesn't have to take it. He proves his Sith cred when he marches into the Colonel's quarters and proceeds to trash them with his lightsaber.
After that incident, the Admiral intervenes and brokers an uneasy peace. The daily war of words on the bridge continues between Kylo and the Colonel, but it never goes any farther.
All this conflict seems a bit unnecessary to Nestor. It occurs to him that Kylo and the Colonel are far more alike than they are different. Both are high strung and insecure and making their way in the shadow of an overbearing family legacy. They're both prissy in their own ways, too. Petulant and petty. Perhaps that's why they can't get along, Nestor theorizes. Kylo and Hux are just too alike. Maybe they should be friends, but they are bitter enemies for now.
The busy weeks pass quickly. Before long, it is time for the Knights to present themselves to Supreme Leader Snoke yet again. They dutifully arrive back at the Leader's bunker to receive orders for their first mission. This time, the Knights troop in and everyone takes a knee. There might be only one Apprentice, but they all serve the Sith. Nestor's days of military salutes performed when standing at attention are behind him. He's a Knight of Ren now.
Thankfully, this time there is no Force lightning. The Knights are on time and no one dares look askance at the Leader's sartorial choices. The sparkly gold dress is gone, however. The Leader wears a long black hooded cloak that makes him look very Darth Snoke. It is what Nestor was expecting all along.
"Arise, Knights," Snoke bids them formally. "Are they ready, Apprentice?"
"Yes, Master," Kylo replies without hesitation.
"Are you ready, Apprentice?"
"Yes, Master."
Old Snoke grunts. "We shall see . . . We shall see . . . " He proceeds to give them their inaugural mission. The Knights are to pilfer the Museum of the Republic on the capital world of Hosnian Prime.
"Steal their Jedi treasures and bring them to me," Snoke purrs. "Let us see what Skywalker deemed important enough to preserve for posterity. Do not fail me," he admonishes, adding, "Succeed or die trying."
"Yes, Master," Kylo answers as Nestor gulps.
