Iberis holds the dull metal spoon, so the sloppy contents of it fall into the awaiting bowl of gruel. She cocks an eyebrow before shoving the tray away. The First Order barely feeds their prisoners, only giving them enough rations to keep them half alive, so their quotas are one bowl of gruel every twenty hours. Iberis is hungry, but she still refuses to eat their pathetic rations. She kicks the tray across the room, making it crash into the door and the gruel splatters against the black walls and doors. She crosses her arms and leans back against the wall, shutting her sore eyes and hoping she can get some rest. However, a second later, Poe's ear-splitting scream rings through her cell. He's in the room beside her so that they can hear the deathly loud cry.

"Poe!" She screams out and crawls over to the door, pounding on it with her weak fist. She sits, now covered in gruel, sweat, and tears. She leans her head against the door and breathes heavily, waiting for a response from her friend, but it never comes- Poe has gone silent.

Kylo Ren is with Poe now. Iberis refused to give him information verbally, but her weak and tired mind was no match for Ren's use of the force. He was disappointed with the information he eventually ripped out of her head. She hasn't seen the map to Luke; he already knows the layout of the rebel base, and the only thing she filled her mind with were images of Leia. It nearly made him explode with anger.

"Stop it, girl. She was not your mother!" he shouts at her, as he paces the floor, his hand clenching the hilt of his lightsaber. He is nearly shaking with anger.

Iberis is quivering and is too weak to scream back, "You need to remember, Ben." She rasps.

"Enough!" he roars. He rips out his lightsaber and begins thrashing it against the wall until there are only long black streaks running along the black wall. He made Iberis go unconscious before she could say another thing about Leia.

When she woke up, he was gone. Now, all she can hear is Poe's screaming. She breathes hard and squints her eyes, but nothing can block out his painful cries.

"Oh, Poe." She chokes out. What are they doing to him? What is Ben doing to him? Should she even call him Ben anymore? He hates the memories of his old life. How could he have so easily forgotten about his mother, his childhood, his life? His mind is so morphed and twisted now; she fears there is absolutely nothing left of her friend.

Both she and Ben were born on Chandrila. She still vividly remembers the day she met Ben. Little ten-month-old Iberis waddled away from her mother and walked right into a seven-month infant, knocking him. And that's how she met Ben. Their childhood was a simple one, spent in school during the day, then running through the small woods and adventuring during the night. Chandrila did not have a wide array of natural vegetation, but there were a few collections of small woodland parks, where they would play while their mothers were having debates in the Senate.

They had one tree, which was their favourite to climb. Ben, with his long legs and arms, was able to climb the tree at a record pace. He would glance down at her, chuckle, as she tried to reach him with her clumsy limbs. She would finally contact the tallest branch, and almost every time, she would lose her footing. He would always catch her, though, and as she dangled, clutching his hand, she often thought about how beautiful their planet was.

Iberis was heartbroken when her friend had to leave. Leia sent Ben away to his uncle when he was thirteen, for his Jedi training. Had Iberis known that when she was saying goodbye to the awkward, gangly boy, she was so close with, and never seeing that boy again, she may have run as far and as fast as possible so her memories of him could be pure and sweet.

How different it all was now. Iberis hates the First Order; she hates Kylo Ren for killing Ben Solo. She hates them all.

The door to her cell slides open, and a medic dressed in white comes in. She nearly crashes into Iberis as she was still seated in front of the door. The physician raises her eyes before gesturing for Iberis to move back. When she doesn't, she sneers at her.

"Move back, now." The medic growls, before pulling a blaster out and pointing it at her head. She gulps and closes her eyes before sliding back a little farther. The physician kneels, grabbing her leg and pulling it over harshly. Iberis grimaces as the medic examines the blaster wound on her leg. The woman then takes out a pair of scissors and begins cutting away at her pant leg.

"Hey! Wait, please don't-" Iberis exclaims, but the medic only shoves the blaster in her face, yet again.

"I need to dress this wound, so shut up and listen." The medic snaps and finishes cutting the fabric then quickly rip off the cloth, just above her thigh. The medic then rubs the wound in a painful and putrid smelling ointment. Iberis involuntarily lets out a cry and huddles up, to which the physician rolls her eyes and puts on more lotion. She quickly collects her things and makes for the door.

"Why did you do that? Wouldn't it be easier if you just left it to be infected and not waste resources on me?" she calls out quickly, stopping the medic in their path. Her leg seems to be bubbling up, and she grits her teeth, unsure if this treatment will help her or make her worse.

"I had my orders." The medic responds before quickly leaving the cell, clearly not wanting to be around her for any longer.

Her cell doesn't stay empty for long. Soon, LF8190 comes striding back into the cold cell; his fists balled up. She catches her breath and looks away instantly. The stormtrooper circles her, chuckling before he grabs her by her hair and tosses her over to the chair. He kicks her in the side, and she chokes for air before clutching her ribs. He comes over again, shoving her into the base of her chair, and her head ricochets off the chair. There are black spots in her vision. She feels blood on her head, and LF8190 grabs her by the shoulders and slams her into the chair. He straps her in the arm restraints, before going down to her legs. She is breathing heavily, and her vision is still hazy.

"General Hux needs more information. He said I could use any means to get it." The stormtrooper informs her. Had he not been wearing the helmet, she would see his malicious smile on his lips.

She chokes out some air before shaking her head before answering. "I don't know anything else… Kylo Ren got everything out of me. I was not important in the Resistance." She murmurs, and her head drops onto the neck brace behind her.

He snorts before tightening her arm restraints. "Well, I don't believe that. My methods will work better," he answers. He steps back and examines her body. "You'll break," he adds bitterly.

The memories of being beaten come back like a flood. "Please don't," she chokes out.

He laughs before delivering the first blow to her nose, which cracks. She lets out a cry as blood begins pouring out of the broken cartilage. He's still laughing when he delivers another one to her ear, making her instantly dizzy. "There's no Kylo Ren to save you now, scum." he snaps as he balls his fist again.

As his beating continues, time seems to slow down. Iberis is in and out of consciousness, and she feels like she can barely breathe. He keeps beating her, mostly without asking any questions. He doesn't care about anything she has to say; he just wants to make her sorry for the time she embarrassed him. He is just a crazed, power-hungry individual who has a gun and too much power.

"Tell me about the Resistance base!" LF8190 screams as his white fist collide with her face, again.

Slam.

Her head rolls to the side, and she chokes on the blood, clogging her throat. She can't even try to say anything; she can only choke on the blood in her throat, and she can no longer think straight. She can't remember any of the questions he's asked her, and now it's clear, especially to LF8190, that she will no longer be of any use. She is slumped forward, had the restraints not been around her torso and limbs she would be on the floor. Even though she isn't of any use to the First Order, LF8190 does not want to stop his beating. His anger only continues as he remembers how this Resistance rat humiliated him in front of his Captain, Kylo Ren, and his fellow troopers. It's personal vendetta now.

He raises his fist for the final blow to her neck, but that's when the cell door slides open, and he is suddenly frozen. He grunts, trying to move his hand, but it's no use. The tight, invisible bonds of the force are no match for him. He can look over and sees the cause of his bondage, Kylo Ren standing in the doorway, with his hand extended. Phasma stands beside him.

"LF8190, explain yourself," Captain Phasma growls. When her trooper doesn't answer within four seconds, her tone becomes icy and low. "Now."

"I was permitted to get information out of this prisoner, with any means necessary." He chokes out, still trying to move out of his invisible suddenly feel his throat tightening against his will, and he immediately begins gasping for air.

"Who gave you this order?" Kylo Ren asks angrily. He clenches his fist, and the trooper groans as the rest of his body begin tightening like his throat.

"General Hux!" the trooper chokes out as he begins to see black, and he feels like he is about to pass out.

"This is my prisoner, LF8190, and if you have caused irreversible damage to her, you will suffer the consequences," Kylo Ren threatens as he releases the forcer hold, making the trooper fall into the floor. The soldier begins screaming, claiming his innocence, but the force wielding masked man is in no mood for it. He knocks the trooper unconscious quickly. "Captain, please escort LF8190 to a jail cell. I will deal with him later." Kylo Ren spits glances over to his prisoner, who is unmoving in the interrogation chair, blood pouring out of her face.

"Sir- for what reason are we detaining him?" Phasma questions, unmoving from her spot in the doorway.

"He's damaged my prisoner and damaged a source of information. He was allowed to question this prisoner with a certain amount of force, but these injuries may cost her life, so we will lose information that could be key for the First Order. Take him." He instructs. Phasma nods and walks over, collecting the unconscious trooper and towing him out the door.

Kylo Ren turns back to the woman in the chair, and immediately he can tell that the damage the stormtrooper has inflicted on her is significant. Her face is completely distorted and morphed with swelling and blood, and the only thing that makes her recognizable is her clothes and the hair beads and gold circles that adorn her braids and dreadlocks.

"Get up," he snaps at her. But, there's no answer. Her head remains slumped, and her eyes are swollen shut. Ren reaches forward and shakes her shoulder. "Iberis. Wake up." He says, but again no answer comes. He quickly undoes the restraints, and the seemingly lifeless girl falls out of the chair, and Ren has to grab her to keep her from crashing to the floor.

Kylo Ren slips his hand under her knees and the other behind her back. He carries her out of the cell and to the medical bay. It does not take him long to get there, as every stormtrooper and worker parts to make a path for him to walk through. The rage emitting from his form is practically suffocating in the base.

When he arrived at the Medical Bay, the nurses and doctors were shocked to see the Resistance prisoner in Kylo Ren's arms. The same medic who had worked on her before she cocks her eyebrow at sight.

"Do your best with her. She has the information I need. If she dies, I'll hold you responsible." He snaps as he lays her on a stretcher- one equipped with hand restraints, which one of the attendees tie around her wrists.

The medic nods and begins examining the woman, doing her best to diagnose her injuries. "Fractured jaw, broken cheekbone, and a broken nose. Bruising over ribcage- we'll need a scan…"

The doctor drones on, and Ren can feel his anger rise. Hux permitted one of his troops to almost killing his prisoner. Iberis was his property now; Hux has no say of her fate.

"What is this!?"

Ren rolls his eyes and looks behind him, just as said general comes storming into the medical bay. The skinny ginger man looks furious as he rushes over to Ren. "Why are you wasting our resources on her!? She has no value to us-"

"She was my prisoner, Hux. I still have plans for her, and yet you allowed one of your troops to damage her. I still need her, and I need her to be in better condition than how he left her. Do not question me again," Ren threatens as he begins walking out of the bay. "Once she heals, I want her returned to me immediately," Ren instructs the doctor who nods. Hux glares after him with pure anger in his eyes before storming back to the bridge. He passes Ren angrily, but Ren does not walk as quickly. Does Iberis have the information he needs? He isn't sure. He's seen her mind, and it is not full of Resistance secrets. But regardless, she is not allowed to die before he is positive, she is of no use to him.

He returns to the bridge just as an unsanctioned TIE fighter begins clumsily escaping from the bay. "Is it the Resistance pilot?" Ren asks Hux, who nods.

"Yes. And had to help from one of our own." The angry general admits.

"The stormtrooper, the one from the village: FN2187," Ren tells Hux. He knew there was something wrong with that trooper, and he senses it now.

As the TIE fighter escapes into space, with Poe Dameron in it, the only link he has to the Resistance and Luke Skywalker, lies on the medical bay, with an uncertain fate.