The raggedy man and the droid were a silent pair as they crept along the ship yard after the quick-paced woman as she scoured the lot for the right ship. There were too many of them now and there wasn't enough time to get them back to the ship she'd stowed by the shore, and that one was really only made for one.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she'd had the sense to grab her target's keycard in case a quick escape was needed. Locating the yacht that'd seen more polish than it had space she reached for where she'd tucked the badge to the side of her breast. It wasn't there. She ran her hands down her torso and around her hips and heaved an irritable sigh.

"W-w-what's the m-matter sweetheart, lose the key?" asked the unknown man, who stood openly tracing the long slender plain of her back. The man who picked this dress liked her skin: her entire back was open for all the world to see, there was a steep dip in the front of her dress exposing her breastbone, and that damn slit up to the top of her thigh showed her strong legs.

She turned with a glare that only deepened at catching him staring with the eyes of a starved man. "It's not like this thing has pockets," she told him not appreciating his patronizing tone or where his eyes had fallen. She pointed to the droid beside him, whose optic sensor was quickly moving between them not understanding the interaction. "He says you're a master slicer, why don't you do your job," she said between clenched teeth, finding with his eyes on hers he was creeping beneath her skin.

He held his hands up and replied, "no need to be nasty." His faint smirk fell at the far away sound of voices and heavy feet and they all turned to the side of the ship knowing someone was coming. He turned back to the alluring woman with the unhappy disposition to find she was only an inch away, and she stared the small distance that separated their eyes with a ferocity that had him taking a breath.

"Get us in," she whispered in a breath that curled around his throat.

Without waiting for him to agree she brushed past him and snuck under the belly of the ship where she began counting the legs that marched towards them. Six legs, three men – they had to be her target's guards, and once these men didn't report the entire planet would be after them. Time was up.

On the other side of the yacht the raggedy man was hunched over the disassembled keypad with a small device he was using to hack into the ship's system. He turned to the droid. "How bout a little spark, roundy."

BB-8 was quick to refuse, but it gave a soft whir at the sudden sounds of a fight – a grunt of pain, crack of a blaster rifle striking a face, the loud clang of someone's head being slammed into the edge of the ship.

"She needs you."

BB-8 looked up at the man, its sensors reading his face and finding it untrustworthy. But behind them was a feminine cry as a heavy boot landed a vicious blow on an otherwise uncovered back. The droid didn't hesitate, it rolled forward extending its arc welder and with a sizzling spark the ship roared to life and an extravagant staircase lowered.

The two turned at a growl to see a large man running toward them blaster in hand. A long agile body leapt onto his back and with her momentum knocked him off his feet. Not wasting a moment she grabbed his rifle and slammed the butt of it in his face hearing his nose crack beneath it. And because she was mad about his hitting her, twice, she returned the favor and hit him again.

A firm hand latched onto her arm and dragged her off of the unconscious guard toward the ship. She turned ready to fight still holding the blaster in her bloodied hands, but at the sight of the worn dark coat she released a breath feeling the rush of adrenaline slowly ebbing away as her body began to ache.

"You fight well," he said pulling her with him all the way to the pilot's chair out of nothing more than want of her company. A shame: if she weren't otherwise attached they'd make a good pair, she'd be the brawn to his brain. This violent violet woman.

She slumped against the back of his chair catching her breath with the taste of blood on her tongue feeling the ship rise off the ground. "Where are they?" she asked having not seen Finn or the other girl, whose name she didn't care to remember.

"D-don't know," he answered charting a course for a distant planet with less wealth and fewer laws. Before he could power the hyperdrive generator a cruel hand with long lilac fingers wrapped around his neck holding him against the chair. He tried pulling against her grip to see how much leeway he had and he almost smiled at realizing he had none. He turned to her seeing only half her face, the rest masked by the chair, but he saw the blood that ran from her nose down her long throat where it was still running over her collarbone. "G-g-guess we'll f-find out."

"Guess so," was her level answer, her voice as hard as her face.

He swallowed when she released him and sat up straighter, pondering the idea of her staying. All the while she hovered behind him an overwhelming presence that seemed to suck all the air out of the space around her, it made breathing difficult. He caught sight of the pair on a hillside with a herd of fathiers several paces away from them. He waited for the woman behind him to see them and give voice to their whereabouts forcing him to comply, but she remained silent. This was his choice, and as he flew the ship to them he wondered how deep her loyalties ran because she would've let him leave the two there.

"As-s-s promised," he said rising to his feet and turning to her. It was the first real look he got of her, no more shadows for her to hide in. She had lovely eyes and even lovelier skin but her features were hidden beneath the dried stream of blood that ran from her nose to her collar. He thought her beautiful.

She was quiet as he circled around her holding his dark eyes, feeling his chest brush hers as he dared standing closer. And he grinned, a little curl to his mouth, a little gleam in his stare – shit eating, she thought, was a good description of this man.
Untrusting she followed him through the ship and stood back watching him descend the stairs to greet their new arrivals. "N-n-n-need a lift?"

She rolled her eyes and slumped against the wall letting it bear her weight for a moment, hearing a familiar voice talking to BB-8, heard the droid's familiar speech pattern, and another more feminine less familiar voice as they walked onto the main deck. What the hell was she doing, she wondered – and who was she doing it for?

While Rose addressed the unknown and unwanted man Finn noticed a distinctly purple smudge in his peripheral. His eyes widened when he turned. "Eris," he exclaimed rushing forward. There were so few faces that were familiar to him, and this one was just as protective of Rey. "Man am I glad to see you," he said opening his arms to embrace her – it's what Rey had done when he found her on the star killer base, it's what Poe had done twice now. So he made to her hug her, because that's what he learned you did with people you knew.

Her hand landed flat on his chest holding him back and he came to a halt feeling like he'd struck a wall. "We're not that close," she told him.

He righted himself straightening his shoulders, trying for the cool she wore like a layer of clothing. It was hard when she stood a couple inches taller and was blinking at him unamused. "Thank you," was all he could think to say, and he watched her brows draw together not knowing what he was talking about. "Uh Poe said that you uh, that you saved my life," he explained trying to sound like it wasn't a big deal.

She nodded but her brows were still furrowed and it made her look irritated. "A bit dramatic, but okay."

Her heavy gaze moved beyond him and he sighed getting out of her way as she charged past. "You uh," he started and shrunk back when she turned to look at him again, "you got blood on your," he raised a hand motioned from his nose to his chest, "and your," he pointed to her hands, one of which still held the blaster rifle.

Without looking at herself, feeling the dried blood pulling at her skin each time she moved her head, she nodded again and turned away. And she just about lashed out at finding a young woman with wide yet fiery eyes standing directly behind her – she'd come so close to hitting the younger woman Eris had raised her arm to bring the rifle down across her face. "Why don't we put that down," Finn said moving behind her, reaching for the blaster. But she pulled it away from him refusing to give it up.

"You're Eris," Rose said a mix between awe, fear, and loathing. "Renegade-1."

"Forgot that's what Poe said you guys called me," she muttered walking around her.

Rose turned following after her, not seeing Finn's distressed face as he tried to reach for her to pull her back. "I heard what you did for the Resistance. I also heard what you've done to the Resistance." She didn't know what story to believe, she didn't know if they were working with Eris or Renegade-1. But when Eris turned and Rose was left staring at her bloodied face, she had a pretty good idea and it left her with a bad taste in her mouth. "Is what you're doing now for or to the Resistance?"

She looked from the girl to Finn, the only one she'd found that wanted to take Rey and run as much as she had – he didn't look like he was running anymore. She looked back to the girl to find her face had hardened with mistrust. "Stay tuned," she said softly before stalking through the door and hitting the switch to close it behind her.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, and silence her racing thoughts, she found a washroom and looked at her bloodied face in the mirror. For a moment, just a brief moment, she imagined how happy it'd make Hux to see her like this.

Stowing that thought for later she set about cleaning herself up. The water in the sink turned pink from her hands, the cloth was stained red from her face. She didn't get it all off her neck or her chest but she didn't so much care. All that was left were a few faint smudges and the bruises that were starting to form.

She returned to the deck finding it empty, and at muffled voices she moved silently to the bridge where the three – and the droid – were gathered around the comm unit. There were too many ways this could go: the raggedy man would betray them she had no doubt in that, he might try to take her with him and she might let him, the Resistance would succeed, or more likely the Resistance would fail and they would all be executed. But there was one option where she chose to leave everything – Kylo, Rey, Poe, the three in front of her she didn't really know – and just run.

She needed to know the plan, the whole plan which BB-8 had refused to elaborate on. At least then she'd know more of what to expect and would know how soon she'd need to cut ties and run. But her ears caught a familiar sound that quieted all other thoughts in her head and she blindly stepped forward following it.

Catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye Finn turned seeing Eris in an unguarded moment – her eyes were wide filled with hope. He could almost believe the things Rey and Poe told them about her, and his eyes fell to the gold gleam dangling at the center of her chest where he saw a ring too wide for one of her thin fingers. But the moment passed and she collected herself, feeling the codebreaker beside her watching closely. She turned to Finn. "What exactly is the plan?"

Poe was starting to lower the comlink prepared to stow it in his pocket til he needed to call Finn again, but then he'd heard a female voice that wasn't Rose yet still familiar. And it set his heart to racing. "Who is that?" he asked hearing Finn talking on the other end, explaining to the unidentified woman. "Finn, who is that?" he demanded. The desperation was clear in his voice.

"The First Order has technology to track the fleet through hyperspace, and they've destroyed all the other ships besides the Raddus – that Poe's stuck on," Finn was smart enough to add, watching her face turn to stone. "We have to disable that technology, they're running out of time."

His stare was filled with need, she was really starting to not like him again. "And this technology's…"

"Is anyone gonna answer me?" Poe asked several lightyears away.

"On the First Order ship waiting to take out the Raddus," Finn finished for her.

She huffed what might've been a laugh if she'd found any part of that funny. Either way she turned running a hand over her hair finding it was slowly unwinding from its braid. "Of course it is," was her rough answer.

"Eris."

Her feet stilled in the doorway. She'd spent the last week with an emptiness that gnawed at her day in and day out – and only now, at the sound of his voice, did it stop hurting so much. He said her name again softer this time less sure and she half turned toward the comlink. "Yeah," came her quiet answer.

Poe sighed feeling a smile pulling at his mouth as her answer warmed in his chest.

"She left," Finn said before he bothered trying to talk to her.

Even that made Poe want to smile because it was so like her. "That's my girl," he said on a hopeless breath. It seemed like so long ago when she'd found him on Jakku. And somehow, with an entire galaxy standing between them, she turned up right where he needed her. Again.