Amias stands in the medical bay, his fingers twitching over his clipboard. His thoughts are racing, but one thing is clear; after the destruction of the New Republic, he wants no part in the First Order. Indeed, he never did in the first place. His father was a steadfast Imperialist supporter, so both Amias and his sister Eyemé were told to join the First Order.
Amias has long since lost contact with his sister, he hopes she is well, but he cannot stand by blindly and support the First Order. He glances at the clock on the wall, noting how his shift has technically finished. He drops his clipboard onto his metal desk before swiftly walking out of the medbay.
He quickly gets back to his quarters, which is steely and cold. He has few belongings, the most important being a small portrait of his mother. He takes it off his desk, before folding it and tucking it into a pocket. In one quick moment, Amias decides what he will do. He will abandon the First Order and take Iberis with him. She can direct them to the Rebels, and Amias will do his best to help them if they allow it. Even if they throw him into prison, it'll be better than staying with the First Order.
He turns on his heel and almost runs out of the quarters, quickly weaving his way through the corridors. He feels he knows the route to Iberis's cell-like the back of his hand. Her room is unguarded, as she is too injured to try and make any sort of escape plan. He presses the code to open the door, and Iberis looks at him from her spot lying in the middle of the floor.
Her eyebrow knits together as she props herself up on her elbows, staring at him quizzically. "What are you doing here?" she asks him.
Amias's eyes skirt around the perimeter of the room, before walking over and grabbing her forearm. "I'm taking you to transport to a prison planet for a hard labor punishment, orders from Snoke," he mutters in case any hidden microphones pick up his voice.
Iberis opens her mouth to argue, but he is already dragging her out of the cell into the corridor. It is laden with stormtroopers. They pay little attention to them as Amias is a trusted medic. He quickly weaves in and out of the steely hallways to the elevator. Once inside, he pushes Iberis in before pushing the button for the transport level. He figures he has three minutes to get to a pod and escape before someone notices they're disappearance. He doubts Kylo Ren will have them destroyed if they are in a pod as he won't risk killing Iberis, so he just needs to put them into the air and far enough away from the ship.
Unbeknownst to them, Kylo Ren had decided to make one last stop to Iberis before he left on his mission. An uneasy feeling had taken hold of him, and he was growing desperate for clarity. Despite his tense relationship with Iberis, his once childhood friend does bring back pleasant memories, which Kylo finds calming. He's unsure what he expects to gain from another visit with her, but he doesn't stop. His Knights of Ren have yet to voice their unease about his visits with the woman, but he can sense it brewing.
He reaches her cell and punches the code. His face falls instantly. Yet again, there is an empty cell. His fists ball up immediately when he senses the truth; the doctor has taken her. He feels a roar brewing in his throat, and it bellows out as he punches the control board so hard it breaks. A stormtrooper immediately hits the alarms, and red lights and sirens begin blaring through the ship, and Kylo begins running to the bay. Anger flows through his veins as the idea of potentially losing Iberis, again, is lingering in his mind.
In the elevator, Iberis is still staring at him; anger wrote across her face. He forces a smile as he taps his fingers, waiting for the door to open, which it does. At that moment, the alarms begin ringing throughout the hallways. Amias mutters a curse before poking his head out of the door, thankful to see the empty hall waiting for them. He checks behind him before turning back and whispering, quickly and quietly. "I'm not going to send you to a prison camp. I realized what we're doing is wrong, and I don't want a part of it anymore. I can help you get out, but we need to get to the rebel base. I know this is a lot to process, you can think about it when we're on the pod."
He says everything so quickly her mouth pops open, but he is already running through the halls, her hand clasped in his. A small transport pod is vacant in the bay, and he quickly ducks into it, with Iberis standing outside, her mouth still hanging open, as she finally finds the words to speak. The transport is bathed in red light from the control panel, and it has a leather seat for the pilot and one place on the side for a passenger.
"Does Kylo know you're doing this?" She asks, but Amias doesn't say anything, only continues to punch in coordinates. By the sound of the alarms, she is guessing the answer is no. The transport pods, unlike the TIE fighters, are not chained up, and it will be an easy escape. She looks around at Amias, who swallows hard before he grabs her arm and pulls her in, locking the transport door shut as it begins to hover off the ground and float towards the giant gateway. Open space is waiting for them, and it is like a saving grace as they start their descent out of the portal, with nothing stopping them.
Kylo has skidded to a stop at the other end of the bay. Iberis presses her face against the glass panel in the pod before it picks up speed and whirls through the air. The last thing she sees at the bay is Kylo reaching for the pod, no doubt trying to use the force, but it's too far out of his reach.
"No!" He growls, but in one second, the pod has disappeared. He is left standing at the bay as anger courses through his veins.
